<!--ADULTSONLY-->


Disclaimer update 2017


Disclaimer stuff: This story and all the stories I write are a
work of fiction. Each and every story line comes from my
imagination, from a world that I have built in my head. By
reading my story lines you are taking a peek into my imagination.



Any characters, places, businesses and/or circumstances etc.
described herein are entirely fictional and are a product of my
imagination.  None of the following is based on real organisms or
organizations, and any semblance to anyone or anything real,
living, deceased or imaginary, is purely coincidental. There is
no place called Cherish Valley in the United States that I am
aware of.


Every story I write contains sexual situations between adult
females and young girls between 5 and 16 years old. These stories
should not be read by anyone who is either not old enough to do
so or who would be offended if they did.  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.


At this time I have closed my Yahoo account and I am not sure
when I will reopen it. 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.

**