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I am using ASSTRs anonymous feedback feature so that readers can send one-way communication to me about my stories. The anonymous email feature protects your email address and my email address. I am still writing my stories and have no plans to stop writing and posting my stories. I hope you enjoy the story. Faculty Adviser 3 - Tuesday Leslie had gotten her husband Randy off to work at the mega-church. On his way out the door he gave a peck on the cheek as was his custom and for a moment she wished he had kissed her on the lips. She walked upstairs to the bedroom, knelt down beside the bed and clasped her hands together in prayer. She was confused, what should she pray about? A repeat of yesterday with the girls? Should her prayer condemn what happened to her yesterday or was what happened God's will? She felt a tingle in her stomach and a moistening between her legs and felt ashamed. She decided she must remain true to God and herself and asked Him to help her through the day, help her make the right decisions and guide her students. She pulled out a white push-up bra, one that Miss Wolfe recommended she should wear to go with her usual white blouse and knee length skirt. This particular bra emphasized her C-cup breasts but they safely hidden under the blouse. As she adjusted it she frowned as she looked at the bed. There was a wet spot from last night on her side of the bed, probably caused when her husband's cum had leaked from her and soaked into the mattress. She blushed: yet another stain, and she remembered when they moved from their previous house the movers noticing the stains and laughing. She thought back to last night and her disappointment: after what had happened, she needed him desperately, physically, but he had filled her with his spunk after no more that thirty seconds and then just rolled over and gone to sleep, leaving her desperately frustrated. She knew it was her duty as a wife to satisfy his needs, but shouldn't he also think of hers? Leslie looked down at her crotch. It was hairy and somewhat unkept and in the back of her mind that bothered her. She had never trimmed her crotch in her life because good Christian women didn't remove any body hair except under their arms and from their legs. That was considered unsightly but crotch hair was private, part of God's design, and it would be God and her husband who knew she was being faithful there. Still it bothered her. She was smart enough to realize the tweens probably didn't have hair on their pubis yet and Miss Wolfe probably had her crotch hair trimmed or shaved off altogether. When she was growing up Leslie knew girls in high school and college who regularly trimmed their crotch hair. In high school in gym class when they changed into the gym clothes Leslie couldn't help but notice the trimmed mounds. In college she would watch her roommates as they carefully trimmed themselves with scissors and then use a razor and cream to scrape away the excess. These were roommates who believed in God as she did but they seemed to have no problem with trimming their unsightly hair and it left her confused about it. Leslie pulled out a pair of underpants, the kind that could be called Granny panties. She sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled on the panties and stood up. She was shocked a little. The hair of her crotch stuck out from all over the panties like an unruly bush and it wasn't like she could "push" the hair out of sight either. She was conflicted, to trim or not to trim? She walked to bathroom, took a good look at the panties in the mirror and took them off decisively. She took a pair of scissors and started to trim her crotch, grabbing handfuls of pubic hair and cutting almost savagely before dropping the trimmings into the waste can under the sink. As she watched the hairs spiral down into the can, she couldn't help but wonder if there was some metaphor there. When she could cut no more, she ran her fingers across her mound and down between her thighs, disappointed by the rough stubble that remained. She looked at her husband's razor and cream. It wouldn't be much, she thought, just shave around the edges so it didn't stick out but felt a pang of guilt about using his razor so sinfully and vowed to purchase her own this week. She had seen her roommates at college shave their crotches and she knew what to do, somewhat, so with a shaking hand, applied the cream around the edge of her crotch and then very carefully used the razor to scrape away the hair. Leslie stopped for a second and looked at herself in the mirror. She felt like she was scrapping away her old life for a new one but shook her head at the crazy thought: she was only doing this so that she could obey God's will more effectively. She took a damp cloth and wiped away the excess shaving cream and dried herself then slipped on the panty again. Perfect, no unsightly hair was sticking out and with the excess hair removed the panty fit better. As she looked at her trimmed crotch in the mirror she felt, different somehow. She slipped on the tan skirt and buttoned up the white blouse. Next, she went to the closet and took out a pair of modest three inch black pumps and she was ready for school. Leslie had two hours of sex education classes for the girls in the morning which covered the basics of the female body. She had an hour break and then a class covering the basics of the male body before lunch. After lunch she had a sixth grade and seventh grade girls' class on the female body and one sixth grade boys class on the male body. As she was putting the lesson together Leslie was frankly a little shocked at how much she didn't know about her own body. There were apparently dozens of pleasure zones on the body and she was certainly not about to delve into all these things in this lesson, her main concerns were the reproductive system and how babies were made. Even this of course would not involve explicit descriptions of the sex act, keeping it to a minimal explanation that the man, the husband, inserts his penis into his wife's vagina and, after they rub together for a minute or two, his sperm pumps out and into her cervix, where it may possibly fertilize one of her eggs. She wished that that was true for her but she trusted God to guide her. After the two morning classes were over and she was on her break, Leslie walked over to the computer in the corner of the classroom. It had a monitor attached and also a cable that ran along the wall to the front of the class room where it attached to large screen that could be lowered or raised depending on the class. From this computer Leslie could control the content of the sex ed classes by viewing the topic on the big screen at the front of the classroom. The other thing was the computer had internet access. Leslie sat down at the keyboard and thought about what Miss Wolfe told her yesterday. She knew that God taught against viewing pornography she knew it offended God's views against chastity because it perverted the conjugal act, the intimate giving of spouses to each other. The church also taught that pornography does grave injury to the dignity of its participants, mainly women, since each one becomes an object of pleasure for those viewing her and illicit profit for those who displayed her. God taught that pornography immerses all who are involved in the illusion of a sexual fantasy world. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard. It is a grave offence against the church to view such filth, but... she had to know. Immediately her conscience kicked in. She sat back in the chair and wondered why the civil authorities didn't prevent the production and distribution of pornographic materials. She also knew that God was watching over her to keep her from sin. But how could she teach what she didn't know? If this was the path that the Lord had ordained for her, she reasoned, she was simply doing research like Miss Wolfe said. She fingered the mouse, her heart thumping, and then made the sign of the cross before clicking the browser button, and a search page popped up. The first thing she wanted to know if there were such a thing as a "Buttock Kiss" so she typed that in the search bar and hit enter. There it was, a woman on her knees behind another woman who was naked, her face seemingly buried between her partner's ass cheeks. A handful of pictures had the woman kissing and licking the rear-end of the standing woman and one, which she couldn't help but dwell on, showed a woman's tongue actually inside the dilated ring of another's anus. Leslie gulped as she looked at the pictures but was thankful that at least she just kissed their rear-ends yesterday. As she looked at the pictures a second time she noticed a tingling sensation in her stomach and a little twitch between her legs. She blushed as she looked around the empty classroom making sure nobody was watching her. Where did that come from, she wondered. Was that one of those 'pleasure zones' that she knew nothing about? She also looked up the other types of kisses from yesterday's class and sure enough the kisses that she participated in were listed, but also other types of kisses as well. What she noticed though was that the pictures she was looking at were kisses only between women. She had to dig a little deeper to find kisses between men and women. Leslie clicked on links that took her to pictures of naked males with long thick cocks. She sat there staring at the pictures, her eyes drawn to the cocks, so thick and long compared to her husband's cock. She knew it was wrong to compare Randy's cock to these pictures but she couldn't help it, just as she couldn't help for a moment wondering how it would feel when one of them slid inside her. Quickly she clicked other links and saw gay men sucking cocks, gay women licking between the legs of other women. Then pictures of men and women kissing, fucking, fondling. She made the sign of the cross again and closed out the browser, and as she stood up she felt her crotch was damp and blushed. When she sat down at her the next class, all boys, they started filing into the classroom and she tried to erase what she had seen from her mind, but as she taught, she couldn't help but look over at the computer in the corner. What other secrets did it hold she wondered. Thankfully the class ended and it was lunch time so she walked to the teacher lounge. She always sat by herself, not really talking to the other teachers other than to say "hello". She felt shy and she knew she didn't have a very good relationship with them. Once they found out how religious she was they stayed away from her, almost as if they would catch religion like some sort of disease if they associated with her. Leslie realised that this public middle school was a secular school and understood that religion made her fellow teachers uneasy. The class after lunch had the seven girls from yesterday afternoon in it. She was surprised to see they weren't sitting next to each other. Maybe they had all come to their senses and realized that lesbianism is a perversion of female sexuality, against God and the teachings of the bible and they were trying to mix again with the normal girls. In any case, this class was all about that, the female body and normal sexuality. In spite of her lack of knowledge, Leslie thought she'd done a splendid job on the subject for all her classes. Amid the expected snickering and snide comments from the girls, she covered the changes which take place in a young girl during puberty, growing breasts, hair around the genitals, expanding hips - all preparing her for marriage and motherhood, all the stuff which the girls could plainly see and didn't need to be told. Leslie didn't mention mood swings, depression, infatuations, confusion. There was no mention of boyfriends, sexual experimentation, masturbation, petting, or sex for that matter: these were all things her religion, church and parents had kept from her when she was growing up and she didn't see the need to bring them up now. When the school day was at an end, Leslie sat her desk working on tomorrow's lesson plans, knowing that in another hour, Miss Wolfe's class would begin. She couldn't help but wonder, with a mixture of dread and unexpected curiosity what Miss Wolfe had planned today: after the lack of interest from the girl's in her lesson earlier, she half expected the class to have been abandoned. However, at the appointed time Miss Wolfe walked into the classroom with two bags slung over shoulders. "Good afternoon, Mrs Gaye," she said cheerfully. "Hello, Miss Wolfe," Leslie replied getting up from her desk. "I need you to set up the ten desks in a semi-circle and push the rest of the desks back out of the way," Miss Wolfe instructed as she unpacked her camera bags. When Leslie finished she stepped to the back of the class as Miss Wolfe mounted the video cameras on the tripods. She didn't care for the video camera but there was nothing she could do. Miss Wolfe had made it perfectly clear that a video record was an essential part of the course and although Leslie didn't understand why, she was too frightened to question the experienced woman's judgement. Once the room was set up, the seven girls came arrived, laughing and giggling. Miss Wolfe who was standing at the center of the classroom smiled and greeted the girls. "Mrs Gaye, please take a seat with the girls," Miss Wolfe said. To Leslie it sounded like an order and she felt like a schoolgirl again, sitting with the other thirteen year-olds but the girl's seemed really happy with the idea. Miss Wolfe looked over the girls sitting in front of her. Every one of them was beautiful. Only the tall Roberta and of course Mrs Gaye looked like they were fully developed. One, Sue, was tiny, she couldn't have been more than 5'1 and was deliciously underdeveloped. Six were about the same height as each other, maybe 5'4 or 5'5, and, despite the big differences in breast size, all looked like typical, if exceptionally good looking, thirteen year-olds. "Today we are examining the female body," announced Miss Wolfe, "If we are to be proper high school girls, we need to understand the object of boys' desire. Before we consider the female teenage body, we need to investigate the adult female form, and we will be doing that in a hands-on way." Sue asked, "Does that mean we get to investigate your body Miss?" to the giggles of some of the other girls. "Actually that is exactly what I had planned." Gasps rose across the room, including by Mrs Gaye. "But as I am teaching the class it is not considered appropriate for the teacher to present her body to middle school students. Luckily, we have the perfect solution, as Mrs Gaye is the faculty advisor and not actually teaching this special class plus she is most certainly not a lesbian as she is married and is a good Christian woman." Miss Wolfe smiled and looked over at Leslie. "Mrs Gaye, please step into the circle with me." Leslie was confused about how this was meant to work, but she presumed that Miss Wolfe knew what she was doing and would manage this professionally. As Leslie stepped into the circle Miss Wolfe asked. "Can anyone name a part of the upper human body which we think of as specifically female?" Sharon looked up and across at Mrs Gaye, smiled and said "Breasts" "Correct! Breasts! Give me some synonyms for 'breasts'," said Miss Wolfe as she wrote the word on the oversize white board. Various girls piped up with "Bosoms", "Bust", "Nipples", "Tits" - giggles all around, "Jugs" - more giggles, "Rack", "Fun-bags" - everyone laughed, even Leslie. "Okay girls. Let's look at breasts. Sharon, you came up with the word, why don't you undo Mrs Gaye's blouse so we can investigate a pair of adult female breasts! Remember girls, just like yesterday, Mrs Gaye is your girlfriend and you are playing the part of the boy." She looked sternly at Leslie. "Mrs Gaye please keep your hands at your sides and cooperate or I will bring the handcuffs out." Leslie looked at Miss Wolfe in shock and was ready to take issue with her statement, but another severe glance by Miss Wolfe reminded her that this was for the benefit of the girls. Sharon timidly approached her and, hands shaking, started to undo the buttons on her teacher's blouse, from the top to the bottom. As Sharon was working the buttons, Miss Wolfe smiled and said, "Class, boys will undo your blouse or shirt. For now you're going to do this to your teacher. It is important that you understand why and this method will allow you to know what it feels like from the boy's perspective." To Leslie, it felt like forever, but to Sharon it was over too quickly, unbuttoning her first woman. Once the buttons were undone, Sharon looked to Miss Wolfe uncertainly. Miss Wolfe cocked her head with a wry smile and gestured with her hand to complete the task. Sharon took the open blouse and removed it first from her teacher's left arm and then her right, dropping the blouse on the floor at the teacher's feet. In her tan skirt, black pumps, and white push-up bra, Leslie looked sensational. Her C cup cleavage looked more like a double-D and was pushed so high that the tops of her pink areola were just visible as if presented for display. After a few moments to allow the girls to ogle the augmented presentation of their teacher's breasts, Miss Wolfe spoke. "Alexandra, undo Mrs Gaye's bra. No, no, no, not from the back, Alex! Stand in front of her to undo it. Boys will not walk around behind you, but will stand in front of you." Leslie gulped as Alex's C cups rubbed up repeatedly against her similar sized globes as she stretched around and clumsily tried to undo the clasp. "Look into her eyes Alexandra, remember, Mrs Gaye is your girlfriend, let her know what you are doing by looking into her eyes." Miss Wolfe instructed. The young girl stared at Mrs Gaye, and by the time she succeeded in unfastening the clips, Leslie's nipples were rock hard (as were Alexandra's) and provided a fabulous display for the horny young girls in front of her. Once Alex stepped back from her completed task, her teacher's bra was lying on top of the removed blouse. Leslie's breasts were a delight to behold: full round globes, with the slightest hint of shaping toward the nipple, wide pink aureola and large red nipples which practically begged to be sucked and chewed! Matching the color of her nipples, her face was a bright red blush as she averted eyes from the girls looking up at her. "Let's look at Mrs Gaye's tits, shall we?" smiled Miss Wolfe Leslie gasped. As she stood there with her hands at her side she felt overwhelmed by Miss Wolfe's instruction; it was as if the woman was deliberately trying to humiliate her in front of these thirteen year old girls. What was worse was that she felt her nipples harden as if they had a wanton mind of their own and it took all of her will power not to cover her breasts with her arms and hands. "Aren't they the most perfect boobies, girls! Mrs Gaye's tits are not only very beautiful, but they are a lot of fun to play with, suck, nibble, even bite," smiled Miss Wolfe. She turned to looked at the girls. "Sharon and Alexandra, you can start the investigation. Each of you stand on either side of your teacher, Alex on the left please, and feel the contours of a single breast with both hands. Try squeezing the flesh, slowly rubbing the nipple with your palm, pinching the areola, gently pinching the nipple itself. That's excellent girls. Now try licking the tit with big wet licks, good. Now suck, nibble, and gently bite. That's the way. Boys will use their hands and mouth and you must do the same, so use your hands and mouth at the same time. Try sucking the nipples in unison! Lovely girls! That's it, you're making you teacher moan in pleasure! Just the way you will moan for a boy as he does this to you." As Miss Wolfe walked around Leslie and the two girls giving encouragement, Leslie closed her eyes and tried to think good Christian thoughts as both girls sucked, licked and nibbled at her nipples as they squeezed both tits. The pleasure was so intense that without thinking she brought her hands up but not to push away the tweens but to pull them closer so they put more pressure on her breasts. Miss Wolfe saw it differently. "Mrs Gaye you were warned," she said as she rummaged through her gym bag bringing out the handcuffs. Sharon and Alex stopped what they were doing and looked at Mrs Gaye then Miss Wolfe. "No, wait, I was just....just...," Leslie said as she quickly put her hands to her sides again. Miss Wolfe walked behind Leslie. "Yes? You were what?" Leslie was suddenly conflicted. Should she tell the truth, that she loved what Sharon and Alex were doing to her tits, that it felt so good, that it made her clit swell? If she were to admit that what would that say about her morals. Should she say that she didn't like what the girls were doing to her? Miss Wolfe wouldn't care and the girls would go right back to what they were doing. Leslie took the safest route and shrugged her shoulders. "Nothing." "That's what I thought," Miss Wolfe replied as she put the handcuffs on Leslie's wrists. Miss Wolfe stepped back and looked over at the girls. "Sue and Roberta, take over! Let's see how you two cope, the shortest and tallest in the class! That's great! Notice everyone, how Mrs Gaye's left breast is stretched down to Sue's mouth, while Roberta is stretching the right nipple up with her teeth. You can see that the result is a complex play of pleasure and pain. Notice now that you can see tears rolling down your teacher's face, and hear her pained whimpers, but also notice her tell-tale signs of extreme arousal, such as flared nostrils, shortness of breath, and of course the obviously erect nipples themselves. Listen to her moans of pleasure. You can see that she can hardly bear for you to continue, but could not bear for you to stop either! That is the effect that boys are looking for." Leslie had her eyes closed again and she moaned softly as the girls worked her tits. She tried and move her arms several times but found for some reason she kind of liked the restraint which made her stomach tingle and her clit jump, a feeling that she could never remember having. "Right now, Renee and Sam, it's your turn to practice with your teacher's breasts. That's it girls. You know you are really getting to your teacher, because of that deep guttural moan which she is giving you. That's wonderful, Samantha! I love the way you flick your tongue across Mrs Gaye's nipple, while biting it at the same time. Renee try the same thing on her right tit! Run your hands over her back as well as her breasts. Oh that's so delicious, the way you break the breast play for just long enough to kiss each other and then concentrate on your teacher again." Leslie wondered if it was possible to orgasm from having her tits played with like this. There was nothing she could do because of the handcuffs, only endure the heightened pleasure and the wantonness of Miss Wolfe's instructions. "Diana, your turn! You get a special treat. Try taking care of both Mrs Gaye's breasts. Mmmm, nice! That's the idea, squeeze both her breasts while sucking on each nipple in turn. Keep doing that. Try pushing her nipples together, and gently biting them both at once. Flick one with your tongue and the other with your finger. That's the way! Suck harder Diana. Alex! help Diana quickly! This is an unexpected delight, it looks like Mrs Gaye is coming toward a climax, just from breast play alone!" laughed Miss Wolfe as moved Alex into position next to her teacher. Both girls sucked furiously on their teacher's nipples, biting and squeezing. Alex twisted the teachers tortured nipple and suddenly Leslie rewarded them with a scream, as she started shaking wildly in a startling orgasm. Both girls held her up as they continued to suck and bite her now excruciatingly sensitive nipples. Tears trickled down her face as she continued to cum for another ten seconds or so, finally sliding through the arms and hands of Alexandra and Diana to the floor, where she sat stupefied. Alex and Diana stood over Leslie looking down at her, panting and smiling at their success.. "Very good girls, please applaud your teacher..." The girls all clapped loudly and said, "Thank you Mrs Gaye!" Miss Wolfe paused to let them quieten and then continued. "Girls, sex is not only about giving." She looked at them and smiled. "Who, instead, feels it is time for your own tits to be sucked?" The girls giggled and a sea of hands shot up. "Okay girls Mrs Gaye will return the favor. Who here would like nothing more than to have their teacher sucking their nipples?" The whole class put up their hands again, as did Miss Wolfe herself as she held up the hand not holding the camcorder. Mrs Gaye stood up in the semi circle again looking at the young teens seated before her, and she felt an anguish of embarrassment. She had already disgraced herself by having an orgasm as the girls played with her tits, and now she could not help but get turned on looking at all those young girls and imagining sucking their little nipples. Her granny panty was soaked and she could feel it now wet against her skin, a sinful state of arousal that she was not used to. Miss Wolfe walked around behind Leslie and took the cuffs off when suddenly the classroom door opened and in walked two girls, obviously twins the twins. Everyone looked round at them and Leslie, in the act of rubbing her sore wrists, froze in horror. "Everyone," said Miss Wolfe calmly, "I'd like you to welcome Rhonda and Jodie, whom I asked earlier today to join the class. Rhonda, Jodie, this is a class for girls to learn about sex with boys. You are both welcome to sit in with us." The twins looked incredulously at the beauties in the class, especially their topless teacher Mrs Gaye, scarcely imagining that any of these walking wet dreams could be lesbian, let alone all of them. "Wow! Sure!" came the dual reply, to giggles from the rest of the class. "The only person in this room who is not a lesbian is your teacher, Mrs Gaye. She is a good Christian woman who will help you practice. She will play the part of your girlfriend." Rhonda and Jodie nodded their understanding. "Okay, who here has had their titties sucked before?" Miss Wolfe again put up her hand. She looked over at Leslie. "Come on Mrs Gaye, you too." The topless Mrs Gaye put up her hand, blushing in spite of the knowledge that the underage girls in front of her had been the main participants. "The truth now, ladies! I bet some of you have! Alex?" Alexandra shook her head and blushed. Timidly Rhonda and Jodie put up their hands to the loud gasps by the other girls as they realized the incestuous implications. Then Samantha slowly raised her hand. "Who's been sucking your titties Sam?" Probably the boy next door, Miss Wolfe thought. Looking down at the floor, and threatening tears, Samantha whispered "My mother and my older sister," to further delighted gasps at these incestuous revelations. "Sam, don't be ashamed! Honesty required here, girls! How many of you would love your mother to suck your boobies?" Amid lots of giggles, hand after hand was raised. This response was shocking beyond belief to Leslie. How could God allow thoughts like this?. In fact, she was the only person without her hand up, even Miss Wolfe had her hand raised, which seemed to be taking pretence a bit far. "Time to get down to business! Girls, move your chairs in a closer, facing Mrs Gaye! Now this is a sort of game. Your teacher's task is to take off your blouse and bra as quickly as she can, and then play with your titties, sucking them, chewing them, rubbing them, licking them, making them happy. She only has five minutes, one minute to take off the clothes and two minutes per titty! If she does a good job on your titties, she gets your praise. If she does a bad job, you can punish her..." "What do you mean by punishing Mrs Gaye?" asked Sue with a look of concern. "Mrs Gaye's punishment for not properly sucking your titties is that you can smack her breasts, bite them, twist them, pinch them, or you can slap her face as you punish her breasts. In fact, you can do anything to let her know she needs to do better." Leslie had a shock expression on her face, "I, um, not sure I can do this..." "Come on Mrs Gaye, these girls need to know what it will feel like as a boy sucks their titties," Miss Wolfe said dismissively. "Oh, and girls, be sure to tell your teacher how you like your breasts sucked..." "Wait a minute, Miss Wolfe," Leslie interrupted without thinking, "how come I was not able to tell these girls how I like my breasts sucked?" "Because Mrs Gaye, you're playing the part of the girlfriend and the girls are playing the part of the boy. As such, boys pretty much do what they want, or have you forgotten that?" All the girls giggled at this statement and Leslie found herself blushing again: she never had a boyfriend in high school so she didn't know if this was a true statement or not. "In this exercise Mrs Gaye, the girls need to know how it feels to have their breasts sucked, how and what they like..." Miss Wolfe looked at the girls and continued. "... girls don't be shy about either verbally or physically telling Mrs Gaye whether or not she is making your titties feel good."" "I still don't understand what you mean Miss Wolfe," Samantha said as she leaned forward in her chair looking at her teacher. "Take control of Mrs Gaye's sucking motions by controlling her head movements. I she bites too hard, slap her head or the side of her face. You should control the action not the other way around," "Wait a minute Miss Wolfe..." stammered Leslie as she stepped back. "Mrs Gaye, come over here," Miss Wolfe said with a hint of irritation, leading her to the corner of the classroom. "Leslie," she whispered, "these girls need to know what their limitations are and how to control their sexuality. It is your job to assist with this..." "But, physical abuse? Slapping me? Slapping my breasts? Surely...," Leslie replied nervously as she fidgeted with her hands. "Listen Mrs Gaye, these girls need to stand up for themselves in high school and your is assisting with this. If you are not comfortable with this exercise then we will end the class and I will report to the school district that this special program failed to achieve its aim, which is teaching young girls about the realities of sex" Leslie looked over her shoulder at the girls standing in a semi-circle looking expectantly at her. "Well okay, but nothing too rough..," Leslie said timidly. She would have to trust God and Miss Wolfe to handle this correctly. "That's the spirit Mrs Gaye," smiled Miss Wolfe. The resigned look on Leslie's face contrasted with the look of glee emerging on the faces of her thirteen year-old pupils. "Let's start at your end of the semicircle, Sue. Your time starts... now!" Miss Wolfe resumed in a business way as she brought the camcorder up to record action. Sue walked up to her teacher, who looked blankly at her. "Take my top off, Mrs Gaye! Quickly!" she snapped, playing the role. Leslie stood there with a dejected look on her face, unable to move, her mind still reeling from what was happening, caught between mortification and arousal. Sue, whose mouth was level with her teacher's nipples, moved her face forward and then bit Leslie's left nipple hard. Leslie screamed and grabbed her painful breast but immediately the thirteen year-old reached up and slapped the side of the teacher's face, leaving a red mark. "Get moving, Mrs Gaye!" yelled the little girl as she slapped the side of her Leslie's face again, bringing tears to her eyes. Miss Wolfe grinned as she recorded the interaction between the Sue and Mrs Gaye, and shouted encouragement. "Very good, Sue. Punish her if she does not respond at once." Leslie grabbed at the little girl's blouse and undid the buttons as quickly as she could. Sue was wearing a training bra which lifted over her head, to reveal two little nubbins standing out about an inch and a half. Her little brown nipples were erect and begged to be sucked. Leslie had never even thought about sucking a breast, in all her life, but now she was about to chew the breasts of a little girl. She bent over, opened her mouth and took an entire breast into her mouth, gently sucking. Sue had never felt anything like it. Her mouth hung open as she cradled her teacher's head and neck in her arms. Mrs Gaye was sucking her whole boob. Now gently biting, now flicking the tiny nipple with her tongue. Sue slapped the side of Mrs Gaye head. "No biting Mrs Gaye, be a good girl and suck gently." Leslie burned with humiliation at the word `girl' but she sucked gently. When Sue thought she was going to die of pleasure, she turned the teacher's head toward her other tit, and got the same treatment. Leslie couldn't understand why sucking these tiny titties was making her horny all over again, but her clit was tingling. Was it the pleasure she was giving to this young underdeveloped girl? Was it the knowledge that what she was doing was illegal and immoral? It couldn't be illegal if the school district condoned it, right? Or was it just that those tiny sensitive nubbins were so adorable? She could suck on them forever, but she only had another two minutes to lavish her attentions on them. The teacher experimented with rolling the nipple gently between her teeth, and again Sue slapped the side of Mrs Gaye's head again. "I said no biting little girl!" "Very good Sue!" exclaimed Miss Wolfe as she walked around the teen and the teacher, zooming in on Mrs Gaye's face as she suckled the teen's nipple. Leslie had livid red marks on either cheek. "Ahh, yes, that's better Mrs Gaye," moaned Sue as the teacher rubbed her moist lips back and forth over the girl's nipple. "Girls, if your teacher doesn't properly do what you want as she sucks your tits, gently take her chin in your hand, lift her head, and slap the side of her face, I want you to say, `Bad girl Mrs Gaye, this is how I want you to suck my nipples,' and tell her how, all the while looking into her eyes." The girls chuckled and all replied, "Yes Miss Wolfe," as they stared at Leslie's mouth working the child's nipple, anticipating their turn. Eager to obey Miss Wolfe's instruction, Sue lifted her teacher's chin up and slapped her face. "Bad girl Mrs Gaye, I don't want you to bite my nipples I want you to flick your tongue across my titties." All the girls laughed at this, and Miss Wolfe chuckled also as she walked around Sue and Mrs. Gaye with the camcorder. Leslie burned with shame. Carried away now by the role she was playing and growing lust, Sue dropped her hand to reach into the front her teacher's skirt waist band, and lovingly caressed her crotch through her panty. Leslie's clit immediately hardened as the student rubbed from side to side and back and forth across it. She used her fingers to move Leslie's thong out of the way and with quickly ducked her finger into the teacher's yearning cunt-hole and as her time came to an end. "Time's up!" Miss Wolfe called and Sue picked up her top and bra and sat down with a smile on her face, holding up her glistening fingers for everyone to see. Miss Wolfe walked up to Mrs Gaye, stepping on the teacher's blouse and bra, and zoomed in on the look of frustration and need on the teacher's face. Panting, Leslie looked down at her blouse and bra on the floor: they had Sue's foot prints all over them. She bent down to pick them up but Miss Wolfe stopped her. "Leave it Mrs Gaye, your blouse and bra are not important right now." Leslie straightened up and just stood staring into space, her eyes glazed. She felt beyond redemption, her cunt dripping and her clit longing for release. Next to Sue was Alex and Miss Wolfe beckoned her forward. Although everyone thought Alex must be the most sexually experienced girl in the class, the only sexual experience she had ever had, apart from masturbation, was yesterday, helping to molest her beautiful teacher, and now her eyes burned with lust. She walked up to the teacher and Leslie immediately started to take off the busty girl's blouse with shaking fingers, not wanting a repeat of the punishment she received from Sue. However, after just a few seconds, she received another slap on the side of her face again as Alex said, "Careful with the buttons Mrs Gaye, this blouse is expensive." The other girls giggled at this and Miss Wolfe said, "Very good Alex," as the camcorder zoomed in again. Leslie looked for a moment at Alexandra's fabulous breasts, framed so exquisitely in her 34C bra, and then reached behind to unsnap the bra, rubbing her own titties against Alexandra's in doing so. As the bra came away, there was an audible gasp from those girls who had not yet had the pleasure of seeing those perfect globes. Alex's breasts had no need for a bra. Some might even argue that it was a travesty to hide and confine them in one. They were almost perfect hemispheres, each capped with a large pink aureola and, when erect, a one-inch long nipple of a just slightly darker pink. With her narrow build and tiny waist, her boobs seemed huge on her frame. Those nipples were very embarrassing for her and a delight for everyone else, as they broadcast to everyone whenever she was horny, which happened a lot, instantly expanding from being imperceptible under her bra, to making an imposing and unambiguous statement of urgent need, clearly visible through her bra and blouse, begging to be caressed and sucked. Now they were as hard as they had ever been. Leslie gently took the nipples between thumb and middle finger, and lifted them high, the first time anyone else had touched the 13-year-old's boobies. She released them and watched the breast flesh bounce and ripple sexily as the globes came to rest, much to the horny delight of the rapt audience of tweenie voyeurs. Leslie squeezed them gently together and kissed each nipple in turn, flicking each with her tongue, going back and forth between them. She squeezed them hard, pinched the nipples, nibbled the areola, lifted the breasts and licked the join between breast and belly, sucked the nipples, and tried to get as much tit-flesh into her mouth as she could. The thirteen year-old adored the attention her teacher was paying to her titties. She swooned as Leslie suckled her nipple, pressing it between tongue and palate and taking little sucks in quick succession. "Look at me Mrs Gaye, look into my eyes as your make love to my titties," the girl said huskily. As she did, the woman and girl were looking at each other's eyes, wordlessly exchanging the knowledge that Mrs Gaye would be doing this with her again. Miss Wolfe stepped back from the pair and recorded the stare between the teen and the teacher. Alex reached for one of her teacher's breasts, squeezing and pulling the teacher's nipple, as she revelled in the sensations that her teacher was causing inside her own. With her other hand the teenager pushed into the waist band of Leslie's skirt and grabbed her teacher's ass cheeks, mauling them with equal vigor. The sexy teen rubbed her hand up and down the crack of her teacher's ass and back and forth over Leslie's protesting anus, gently poking it with her middle finger. Leslie moaned in slight pain and great pleasure, and let her mouth release the young girl's breast for long enough to move up and fervently kiss the girl's yielding mouth, flicking tongue against tongue. Miss Wolfe made a mental note that this was the first time the teacher had ever initiated a kiss with an underage girl. "Very good Mrs Gaye, your role acting is excellent," she said as she recorded the kiss. All too soon for both teacher and pupil, time was up and it was Rhonda's turn. In a flash of inspiration, Miss Wolfe sent Rhonda and Jodie up together. "Let's see what Mrs Gaye can do with the twins! ten minutes to make 4 titties happy!" She exclaimed as she brought camcorder back up again. Rhonda and Jodie did not want to waste any time and were taking off their blouses as they stood up. By the time they reached the teacher, they were both nude from the waist up, and presented an extraordinary picture to their excited classmates. Not visible when just in their bras, the twins had large puffy pink areola and scarlet nipples on their big pear-shaped breasts. The nipples inverted but popped out as they became aroused. Jodie got to Mrs Gaye just before her sister, and scooped up her own boobs from underneath, bringing the nipples to scarcely an inch from her teacher's mouth. Leslie turned her face toward her left and took Jodie's right nipple in her teeth, gently rolling it between them and licking the very tip. The glazed look on Jodie's face was proof enough that her teacher was giving Jodie what she wanted. But Rhonda wasn't getting what she wanted. She stood behind her teacher and reached around to cup Leslie's boobs. Rhonda pinched both nipples as she whispered in Mrs Gaye's ear, "My turn little girl!" and turned her sharp fingernails in, pinching both nipples painfully between them. In her sudden pain, Leslie bit down on Jodie's nipple, eliciting tears and a loud "Ow!" from the surprised teen. Jodie slapped the right side of Leslie's face then with the other hand slapped the other side of the teacher's face. "Damn you, fucking cunt, that hurt!" she yelled and then she slapped Leslie's face again. Leslie was stunned but couldn't step back as Rhonda was blocking her from behind. Miss Wolfed smiled as she recorded the outrage and decided to let it play out on film "You stupid bitch! Keep holding her titties, Sis!" Jodie bent down and gripped one of her teacher's nipples between her teeth, pulling it painfully away from her body, stretching it grotesquely as Leslie begged for her to stop, tears flowing down her cheeks. Jodie let go, but grabbed both nipples between her fingers and twisted them hard for good measure. "Now do my sister! You fucking stupid cunt," Jodie said as she massaged the hurt out of her own breasts. The other girls felt sorry for their teacher, but were turned on nevertheless by her painful submission, and the nasty show put on by the twins. Leslie's face was still smarting and she was rubbing her nipples to try to ease the pain, as she turned 180 degrees to concentrate on Rhonda's breasts. In spite of the risk, she used the same technique on the second twin's tits, and hoped nothing would cause her to bite Rhonda or do anything else to upset the teenager. Rhonda loved it, turning her body whenever she wanted her teacher to switch to the other boob, "That's my girl, just like that. Oh yes, you're a good little tittie sucker aren't you Mrs Gaye?" She purred as she ran her fingers through Leslie's hair. Jodie entertained herself by moving her hand into the front waistband of Leslie's skirt, using her middle finger to rub her teacher's cunt from behind, and using her right hand to rub her palm over Leslie's nipple, occasionally squeezing it hard to rekindle the pain that the teacher endured a few moments before. Miss Wolfe knelt down on one knee to record Jodie's small fingers rubbing over the woman's saturated cunt. Jodie removed her left hand from Leslie's skirt and grabbed her teacher by the hips and spun her 180 degrees to face her. Leslie had the presence of mind to drop Rhonda's breast from her mouth without biting it, and immediately sucked Jodie's left titty into her mouth. Rhonda took over from Jodie, slipping her left into Leslie's waistband to massage her cunt and rub her excited clit. Then she used her middle finger and index finger to pump her fingers into the slippery, welcoming hole. The pleasure was exquisite and Leslie moaned loudly around Jodie's breast. "Time's up, girls!" yelled Miss Wolfe as she kept the camera on Leslie's face, capturing her sudden look of frustration. Jodie and Rhonda finished by kissing each other passionately, this time reaching under each others skirts and rubbing each others pussies through their panties for the first time ever. In response, the class cheered loudly, which only increased their excitement before both girls picked up their blouses and bras and returned to their seats. From there it was a steady stream of tit-sucking, with each girl getting exclusive access to their teacher's mouth for just a couple of minutes. Leslie tried hard to please each girl but most of them of them slapped her, each having their own unique way of wanting their breasts sucked, plus, she realized, each of them enjoyed slapping her simply because it excited them further. Nevertheless, she managed to give them what they wanted and Miss Wolfe recorded it all. During each of these titty-suck sessions, the girls diligently slipped their hands into Leslie's waistband to finger-fuck the teacher's moist cunt and there was nothing Leslie could do about it. In fact, there was nothing she wanted to do about it, just abandon herself to sucking the girls' delicious nipples while their fingers groped her and fucked her to orgasm after orgasm. The last girl to step up to Leslie was Samantha, her blouse and bra long abandoned in readiness, and she thrust her nipple hard into the woman's mouth. Miss Wolfe had been watching her waiting impatiently for her turn and now it was clear that Sam was particularly strongly aroused by the nipple play she was getting from Mrs Gaye. She glanced at her watch and decided that she could allow the tit-sucking to continue into extra time. After well over two minutes, Alexandra decided to be bold and walked up behind her teacher as she was kissing and sucking Sam's breasts. She stood to the side and slipped both hands into Leslie's skirt. The fingers of her left hand started finger-fucking Leslie's very wet cunt and the fingers of her right hand were buggering the teacher's anus. Instead of stopping her, Miss Wolfe smiled and came over to film Alex's look of concentration as she worked her fingers inside Leslie's skirt and panties. The tween and Miss Wolfe were well rewarded too, with Leslie cumming explosively on the girl's fingers and Miss Wolfe catching Leslie's facial expression as she orgasmed on film. Eventually, Miss Wolfe brought the class to an end and had the girls clapping again, thanking their teacher for participating in the class. "Girls, line up for the buttocks kiss," she called as she walked over to the two tripod cameras and adjusted them for height. "If you're wearing pants, pull your pants and panties down and if your wearing a skirt please pull it up and your panties down." "Mrs Gaye please kneel here between the cameras," Miss Wolfe instructed. Leslie, still topless, blushed as she knelt between the cameras, although after sucking the breasts of the nine girls and being slapped by almost all of them, both sides of her face were too red for anyone to notice. "You know what to do," Miss Wolfe said. Sue was first as she stood in front of her teacher. She pulled down her jeans and panties and looked over her shoulder at Leslie. Leslie didn't look up at the girl but kissed both her ass cheeks twice. Rhonda and Jodie stood next to each other, pulled down their panties and lifted their skirts. Both girls laughed as they moved their asses back and forth and Leslie did her best to lean forward and kiss their ass cheeks between movements. After the kissing was complete and the teens filed out of the class, Leslie reached over for her bra and blouse, both of which were crumpled on the floor and had foot prints all over them. She stood up and looked at her garments and shook her head. Miss Wolfe was taking down the two cameras. "You did very good today Leslie, I am proud of you." "Thanks, but I noticed that you didn't record the girls sucking my breasts..." "... titties...," smiled Miss Wolfe as she packed away the cameras. "... my titties..., but you recorded me sucking theirs." "How soon you forget, Leslie. This class is for teaching teen girls how to have sex with boys. You're the girlfriend silly, so it only makes sense to record you." "Oh, I see." Leslie smiled weakly averting her gaze. She wasn't sure if that was the truth or not, but her mind was in a daze. She was still horny and her nipples ached as she put on her bra. "Just to let you know Leslie, we will pick up tomorrow where we left off today, then move into other things" Miss Wolfe said as she slung the two bags of camera's over her shoulder, "Have a good evening Mrs Gaye." Watching her leave, Leslie realized that it was the first time that Miss Wolfe had called her by her first name. ** That evening at home Leslie looked into her husband's office and saw the laptop on his desk. She wondered if she should continue her "research" into pornography but she heard Randy walk through the front door. She had done her best to clean up, even though her cheeks still glowed, and she secretly hoped that he might pay her some attention, but he simply nodded at her and asked what was for dinner. Later that night, she knelt beside the bed in prayer but for the first time she didn't know what to pray about. She was confused, her feelings, her emotions and thoughts filled by nine tween girls and what had happened that afternoon. She knew what she had done was supposed to be sinful and depraved, but she had to confess that she loved how it had made her feel. She closed her eyes tight and managed to ask God for help in figuring out what she was supposed to do with her feelings. As she was praying her husband came into the bedroom and ignored her as he got into bed. He turned off the lamp on his night table and pulled the blankets up. Leslie got up and slid into bed and quietly put her right hand over her crotch and rubbed herself, trying to recreate the wonderful feelings that those little girls had given her. **