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   Chapter 4 - Wednesday

   On Wednesday morning in her bedroom and kneeling next to her bed, Leslie
prayed for some time, asking for God's help and begging his forgiveness for
the dreams of young girls' thrusting fingers that seemed to fill her sleep.
Afterwards, her confessions made and her soul revived, she stood up and
walked over to her dresser.  Despite her reservations about being a faculty
adviser for this special class, she wondered if somehow her Lord was
testing her.  After all, He had chosen this role for her and so it was only
right that she should try to play it as best she could, even if it
humiliated her, even if it...aroused her.  Leslie blushed.

   Standing at her dresser, she chose a slightly shorter tan skirt, riding
about four inches above the top of her knee: hardly daring, but she was a
Christian woman and normal for her was knee-length.  She chose a red blouse
instead of her usual white one, holding it against herself and then laying
it and the skirt out on the bed and returning to the dresser.  Opening the
fourth drawer, she took out a push-up bra, which emphasized her C-cup
breasts even more than usual, and searched for matching panties.

   On a whim, she took out a black lace g-sting thong.  The undergarment
had been an unexpected and rather embarrassing parting gift from the
teachers of the previous school she worked last year.  She had never worn
them but, like a guilty secret, for some reason she never threw them out.
Blushing, she picked them out, closed that drawer and opened the next one.
She hesitated, then pulled out a pair of thigh stockings and suspenders, a
gift from her husband that she hadn't worn for a long, long time.

   Sitting down on the bed, she pulled on the thong panties then stood up
and worked the thigh stockings up her legs and attached the suspenders. 
She ran her hands over the material and for some reason it felt good
against her skin.  She looked at the thong covering her crotch and she was
thankful that she had trimmed her crotch hair yesterday.  It gave her a
secret thrill to know she was just about naked above the tops of her thigh
stockings, with just a tiny strip of cloth hiding her "naughty bits".  She
pulled on her skirt, bra and red blouse, slipped her feet into her modest
three inch pumps which emphasized her shapely legs, and she was ready for
school.

   Leslie had three sex education classes in the morning covering puberty
and the changes the young body goes through.  The first two classes were
sixth grade girls and the third hour was seventh grade boys.  Instead of
having pictures to put on the projector Leslie was relieved that she had
drawings where the penis and vagina were not emphasized.

   After her three classes Leslie had the fourth morning hour off which was
just before lunch.  She decided to take another look at the internet,
persuading herself that it was important preparation for her lesson after
school.  She sat down at the computer and quickly looked around the empty
classroom.  She felt guilty for looking at porn but she had to know.

   She typed "Lesbian Sex" in the browser and the screen brought all kinds
of pictures and video sites.  She started clicking the captions and gasped:
women kissing women, on the lips, between the legs and even between their
ass cheeks.  `How could they?' she thought, but kept clicking, guilty at
her reaction and the dampness spreading between legs.  She came across a
site that depicted lesbian domination, and stared at pictures and videos of
women wearing handcuffs, leg irons, neck irons, whips, chains, women
urinating on women.

   She made the sign of the cross, but couldn't keep her eyes from
wandering over the video and pictures: what would compel women to do
something like that to each other?  She knew the answer of course: people
who made pornography didn't have God in their lives to guide them.

   After a short while, Leslie glanced down at her watch and gasped: she
had been sitting there for forty-five minutes!  She shut down the computer,
stood up and straightened her skirt, looking anxiously around the room. 
How could she have lost track of time like that?  And why was her thong so
damp?  Until this week, she could barely remember a time when she been so
unexpectedly damp between her thighs.

   ***

   After her four sex education classes that afternoon, Leslie was sitting
her room going over her lesson for tomorrow when Miss Wolfe walked in and
set down her camera bags.

   "Come with me Mrs Gaye, we need to get a prop from the school van parked
out front," she said, already heading for the door.

   `A prop?' thought Leslie as she hastily followed her to the parking lot.
Miss Wolfe opened the trunk of her car and lifted out what looked like some
sort of folded wheelchair.  She opened it out and, placing the wheels on
the ground, commanded, "Take the chair to the room and arrange the seats in
a semi circle in front of it."

   Leslie nodded her head obediently, wondering what the chair could be
used for but too frightened to ask.  As she pushed it across the parking
lot, Miss Wolfe took out a cardboard box with parts and pieces and followed
her.

   Once back in the classroom, Miss Wolfe busied herself with her cameras
and tripods as Leslie arranged the seating in a semi-circle as instructed.
She moved the strange chair to the middle of the room and stood back,
staring at it: although she didn't know its purpose, she had a feeling that
it would be to do with her and felt a strange tingling sensation in her
stomach.

   After she had set up all the other equipment, Miss Wolfe came over and
started to adjusted the chair, raising the height of the seat so that it
was four feet from the ground.

   "This chair rotates at 45, 90, 135 and 180 degrees backwards," she said
as she worked.  "At 180 degrees the person sitting in the chair is upside
down, their head almost touching the ground." She took two straps out of
the box and attached them to the frame of the chair.  "These straps hold
the person in the chair as it rotates backwards."

   Summoning up her courage, Leslie asked, "What will the chair be used
for?"

   Miss Wolfe pulled out leather looking clamps and started attaching them
to the arms and base of the framework.  "It's an examination chair," she
said.  "It is used to learn about the body from different angles." She
looked up and smiled at Leslie, who smiled back, trying to hide her growing
anxiety.

   Miss Wolfe looked at her watch.  "Okay, Mrs Gaye you know your place at
the back of the room.  I shouldn't have to tell you."

   Leslie nodded and took her place at the back of the classroom with her
hands clasped in front of her.  Looking anxiously at the strange chair, she
said a quick prayer asking for guidance, but none came.  The nine teens
arrived excitedly and settled quickly into the semi-circle, whispering and
pointing at the chair.

   "Right," Miss Wolfe said, calling the girls to attention, "we are going
to carry on from where we left off yesterday." She looked around the
semicircle.  "Sue, what was Mrs Gaye teaching you about yesterday?"

   "Titties!" the girl cried with delight.

   "Quite right, Sue," Miss Wolfe said, "and that is where we will
continue." She looked at Leslie.  "Miss Gaye, would you come to the front
please."

   Leslie blushed and walked up to the front, very aware suddenly of her
push-up bra and her damp thong.

   Sue was given the honor of removing Leslie's red blouse and push-up bra,
ripping most of the buttons from the blouse and almost tearing her
teacher's bra off in her enthusiasm to get her topless.  Miss Wolfe was
standing next to Sue, filming the action, when Leslie protested.

   "Miss Wolfe, I must really protest this.  Having my clothes ripped and
torn is not what this class should be about." Leslie looked at Sue then
Miss Wolfe: the girl looked guilty but Miss Wolfe just frowned.

   "Tsk, tsk, Mrs Gaye," Miss Wolfe said as she put the camera down.  "This
class is not about you or your clothes." She rummaged around in her gym
bag. "This class is about these young girls, these innocent teens who will
have to face rough and tumble boys in high school." She pulled out a pair
of handcuffs.  "Your selfish behavior leaves me no choice but to use
these."

   Leslie gulped.

   Miss Wolfe looked at Sue.  "Do you know how to attached these?"

   "Yes, Miss Wolfe," the girl said with giggle.

   "Then please secure Mrs Gaye."

   "Yes, Miss Wolfe," she chirped and smiled.  She snatched the cuffs from
Miss Wolfe and quickly walked behind Leslie.

   "But...  but...," was all Leslie could say as Sue grabbed her left arm
and pulled it back quickly attaching the cuffs to her wrist, then quickly
doing the same to Leslie's right arm.  Sue came and around stood in front
of her teacher with a proud grin.

   "No buts Mrs Gaye, you know the rules," Miss Wolfe said, picking up the
camera.

   Leslie, blushing and nervous as always, stood topless in front Sue.

   "Sue please take off your shirt and bra," Miss Wolfe asked and began
filming as the tween quickly took off her shirt and bra.  "Mrs Gaye, you
know what to do."

   Leslie leaned over and took the girl's left nipple in her mouth as Miss
Wolfe walked around them with the camera, capturing the teacher's mouth
kissing and sucking Sue's pert little breasts.

   After a few minutes, Miss Wolfe told the class to remove their shirts
and bras, and soon Leslie was sucking on the hard little nipples of a line
of excited teens.  Like yesterday, all the girls took delight in slapping
her face or slapping the back of her head as she sucked their breasts.

   With Miss Wolfe walking around with the camcorder, it seemed to Leslie
that the girls were more into punishing her for even the smallest
infractions but there was nothing she could do with her hands cuffed behind
and she knew that Miss Wolfe wouldn't stop the girls from slapping her. 
What was even worse was that despite the stinging pain on her face, she
felt her clit begin to throb.

   Eventually, Miss Wolfe put down the camera.  "Alright, girls, back into
your seats and put your bras and shirts back on.  Mrs Gaye, you stay here
in the centre."

   As the girls got dressed they all stared at Leslie standing topless and
handcuffed in the middle of the classroom, embarrassed and humiliated.

   "Thank you Mrs Gaye for your help in that demonstration.  Thank your
teacher girls!"

   "Thank you, Mrs Gaye!" the girls cried, clapping enthusiastically.

   "Leslie, I need you to stand here in view of that camera.  That's a good
girl.  Sue, come here please.  You are the perfect height." Miss Wolfe
adjusted their positions so that they were both in shot.  "Now Sue, please
take off Mrs Gaye's skirt."

   Leslie swallowed and looked at Miss Wolfe with a pained expression, and
then turned to Sue with a pleading look.  Sue chose to ignore her and
started to reach for the press stud at the back of the skirt.

   "No Sue," Miss Wolfe interrupted as she pointed the camera down. 
"Girls, listen.  When a boy is going to undress you, it is not an art of
seduction, he will rip your clothes from your body.  Stand in front of her
and bend slightly at your knees.  That's better!  Now find the stud and
zipper at the back, open the press-stud and yank down on her skirt."

   Sue yanked down hard on Mrs Gaye's skirt, almost pulling her off
balance, and the skirt fell to the floor, revealing her g-string thong and
suspenders.

   There was a collective gasp and then silence as all eyes stared at
Leslie.

   "OH MY!" Miss Wolfe exclaimed, "your teacher is wearing ever so nasty
under things.  I think she was expecting, or at least hoping to be
undressed by you all today, and dressed for the occasion." The girl's burst
in loud cheers of heightened excitement, and one or two small hands slid
into tight little panties.

   "Mrs Gaye!  You naughty little Christian girl!  Turn around slowly for
us!"

   Seeing no alternative, Leslie stepped to the side of the skirt pooled at
her feet, and did a slow turn.  She blushed all shades of red as she was
made to display her thong panties to the teenage girls.  The twin globes of
her delectable bottom were on display for all to see, the tiny string of
her thong wedged in the crack, and she could feel a creaminess between her
thighs as she moved.  From the front, her black transparent panties only
served to highlight the blond curls of her pubes and the beginning of the
cleft below and all of this was wonderfully framed by her garters and
stockings: she looked far more obscene than if she were nude.

   "Okay, Sue pull her skirt back up, Diana you are next.  Yank your
teacher's skirt down like Sue did..."

   Leslie did her best to hold her skirt up with cuffed hands but after the
fourth girl, it was torn at the waist and the zipper didn't work anymore.
The last girl, Roberta, pulled so hard that she managed to tear the zipper
completely off leaving the skirt in rags.

   "Thank you, Mrs Gaye," Miss Wolfe said as she put the camera down,
walking over to her and undoing the handcuffs.  Leslie rubbed her wrists.
"Okay, Mrs Gaye, take a seat on the chair," Miss Wolfe commanded.

   The tall high-backed swivel chair was in front of the girls at the
centre of the semicircle and had two camera's facing it.  With some
trepidation, Leslie, slid up onto the seat and sat down, acutely aware of
her near nakedness, trying to keep her thighs together.  She slipped
backwards on the leather and up against the cushioned back, and felt
suddenly very vulnerable.

   "Now girls," Miss Wolfe continued, "for the next part of our course, we
are going to use the chair to help us examine Mrs Gaye." She paused. 
"Rhonda and Diana come here please..."

   Both teens were standing at the chair in no time, eager to complete any
task Miss Wolfe wanted.

   "You see these straps around the chair?  Please use them to secure your
teacher."

   Both girls took the Velcro straps and secured their teacher's wrists,
arms and shoulders, both of them giggling with excitement as they did so.

   "Mrs Gaye, the shoulder straps are needed so that you don't fall out of
the chair as it moves back and forth when we examine you," Miss Wolfe said,
patting the teacher's head.

   `Oh God!' Leslie thought with growing alarm: she was strapped in; the
chair changed positions; they were going to `examine' her.  She wanted
desperately to ask what was happening but she had learned that that only
got her into trouble, and anyway, Miss Wolfe was already continuing.

   "Okay girls, what words do you know for a woman's various sex organs?"

   Knowing they might get the most obscene of prizes, the girls jumped in
enthusiastically

   "Vagina",

   "Vulva",

   "Pussy",

   "Clitoris",

   "Clit",

   "Cunt",

   "Cunny",

   "Fuck-hole" (giggles),

   "Twat",

   "Box",

   "Cunt-lips",

   "Pussy-Lips"

   Miss Wolfe held up her hands for quiet.  "That's very good girls!  You
know there are other sex organs too - there is the G-spot, which is just
inside the front of the vagina.  There are the buttocks or bottom or bum,
which, as you've seen, is a wonderfully sexy area, and it's a delight to
squeeze and rub.  There is also the urethra, or pee-hole, which is sexually
exciting for some adult women.  And there is also, of course, the Anus or
Asshole" (gasps from the entire class) "...which some adult women find to
be the most exciting of all!"

   She paused and then pointed at two of the girls.

   "Renee please take hold of your teacher's left ankle.  Sharon, please
take the right one.  Now gently pull your teacher's legs apart."

   There was a gasp of anticipation and the girl's crowded forward to see.

   "No!  Please don't!  This isn't right!  I'm married!  I'm a Christian
woman!" Leslie called out desperately.

   Mrs Wolfe nodded her head to the two girls, and they lifted and spread
the legs of their teacher.  As they did, the chair tilted down to a 45
degree angle, leaving Leslie in a completely vulnerable position.  With her
legs spread wide, the crotch of her g-string split her vulva in a
wonderfully obscene display for her 13-year-old charges.

   "Close your teacher's legs for a moment, but not quite all the way. 
Alex, remove Mrs Gaye's thong."

   Leslie swallowed as Alex hooked her fingers under the band and pulled
the thong down her legs.  The girl giggled.  "Look how wet it is!" she
cried, holding up the saturated material.

   Miss Wolfe laughed.  "She certainly seems to be enjoying being the
centre of attention.  Now Renee and Sharon, open her legs again and allow
your classmates to see as you slowly reveal her delicious cunt!" urged Miss
Wolfe as she moved closer to the chair with her camcorder.

   That horrible word "cunt" shocked Leslie every time she heard it, but
especially when Miss Wolfe was using it.

   "Okay girls pull up the stirrups on the side of the chair and secure Mrs
Gaye's ankles to it." Renee and Sharon quickly secured their teacher's
ankles to the stirrups and stepped from the chair.

   "Gather round girls.  Sue, describe Mrs Gaye's cunt for us!  Don't be
shy of having a feel around as you go, and where you can, use street words
rather than clinical ones that Mrs Gaye taught you in class, the ruder the
better."

   Sue leaned forward, her face just inches away from Leslie's crotch. 
"Umm...  it's lovely and pink.  Her lips, umm...  cunt-flaps...? ...are
covered in very fine blond hair.  There is a little button at the top. 
That's her clit?  Mrs Gaye's pussy has a tiny little hole in the middle,
that's her cunt-hole isn't it?"

   "Yes it is Sue, very good," smiled Miss Wolfe as she zoomed in with the
camcorder.

   "Wow, her husband must stick his penis, I mean dick, in there.  I don't
know how it would fit.  Mrs Gaye's cunt hole looks only big enough to fit
my index finger.  Look!" Sue pushed her finger into her teacher's vagina,
pumping it in and out a few times for good measure.

   Leslie gasped in shock and unwanted pleasure.  She squeezed her eyes
shut, blushing and feeling overwhelmingly humiliated at how she was being
treated, but she was totally helpless to do anything about it.

   "How big is your husband's dick Mrs Gaye?" asked Miss Wolfe as she
panned the camcorder around.

   Leslie wanted to say it was none of her business, but all she could get
out was a series of moans as Sue kept pumping that terrible, penetrating
finger in and out of her feverish cunt.

   "Roberta, why don't you take over from Sue!" Miss Wolfe instructed.  "I
want you to slap your teacher's cunt.  I am sure she will enjoy that."

   "NOOO!  Please!  Don't do that to me, it's dirty!" Leslie cried,
fighting against her restraints as she tried vainly to sit up.

   Roberta didn't need Miss Wolfe's reassurance for the chance to slap a
woman's cunt, her teacher's cunt, the first cunt-slap of her young life. 
And from the alarm that the teacher had shown for the idea, it sounded like
it would be her first time too.

   Roberta pushed the chair back to 90 degrees so that Mrs Gaye's cunt was
right in front of her, and then swung the back of the chair down backwards,
so that her teacher's head was lower than her body and her beautiful cunt
was pushed up to just a few inches from Roberta's glowing face.  The other
girls had crowded in, some sliding their hands up and down Leslie's
stockinged shins and thighs, and Sue squeezing and rubbing the teacher's
wonderful buttocks.

   "Watch out Sue, I gonna slap this fucking teacher's cunt and ass"
Roberta cried as she slapped the teacher's cunt hard.

   "Oww!" cried Leslie, desperately trying to move her crotch out of the
way.  "Please stop!"

   Roberta ignored her protests and stood beside the teacher and started
slapping her ass, both ass cheeks.

   "Bad girl, Mrs Gaye," Roberta yelled as she slapped and all the girls
and Miss Wolfe laughed.

   [Slap]

   "Bad, bad girl, you fucking teacher."

   [Slap] [Slap]

   The watching teens laughed again as they stared, eyes wide with
excitement, their hands rubbing their own cunts through their panties as
they watched the sexiest show on earth.  Mrs Gaye's head was reeling, both
from being tipped almost upside down, but also from the growing sensations
of pain and pleasure she was feeling.

   "Very good Roberta," giggled Miss Wolfe as she moved the camcorder even
closer to Leslie's cunt.  The blood rushing to the teacher's head only
served to make her blush of shame even more pronounced: at one level, she
hated what was being done to her, especially Miss Wolfe with her intrusive
camcorder; but deep in her psyche, she could no longer deny that she adored
what was being done to her.  She knew she was not a lesbian and her body
was just reacting to stimuli, but now she secretly knew she was being
turned into one and she would never again be able to have a normal sex life
without pleasing young girls.  Her Christian principles were being pushed
aside.

   During classes she was in charge of these 13-year-old girls and would
reassert her authority over them, but even as she did so, she was beginning
to understand that these 13-year-old girls were now in charge of her and
she would be their sexual plaything from this moment on.  She was married,
in love with her handsome husband and in love with the church.  But it was
not her husband's cock which was now the object of her desires, but the
pubescent breasts and legs and lips and tongues and, God forgive her, the
virginal openings...  cunts...  of these girls she had an obligation to
protect.

   Diana knelt down near her teacher's head, and kissed her hard on the
mouth, invading it with her demanding tongue, and unable to resist, Leslie
opened her mouth and pushed her tongue back into Diana's mouth.  Alex knelt
by the other side and started pinching and pulling on teacher's nipple,
trying to make the nipple stand out as much as possible and Diana went from
mouth to breast, occasionally taking the opportunity to bite and pinch the
nipple.

   Roberta was in heaven, flicking her index finger over her helpless
teacher's clit with short sharp jabs which were met with matching.  "Oh! 
Oh!  Oh!" from the mouth of the beautiful Mrs Gaye.  Every now and again
Roberta would slap hard around her teacher's cunt relishing the red color
her slapping produced.

   "Okay Roberta," Miss Wolfe announced from behind the camcorder, "swing
the chair around to your classmate on the left.  Each of you should take
the role of the girl next to you for a few minutes, so all of you get a
chance to play with your teacher's cunt and ass."

   Renee didn't wait but went straight in, pinching Leslie's clit and
fingering her cunt at the same time, first with one and then two fingers.

   Roberta, now concentrating on Mrs Gaye's anus, decided to try something
different.  She wet her middle finger by helping Renee finger the teacher's
pussy.

   "Hey Rhonda and Jodie, lift Mrs Gaye's ass up higher, I'm going to
finger-fuck her stupid ass!"

   In spite of her near delirium, Leslie had enough presence of mind to
process that piece of offensive information.  "Not my bottom!  That's
disgusting!  Don't touch me there!  No one's ever touched me there!"

   Roberta smiled.  She knew that she was in control and was starting to
enjoy sexually torturing her teacher.

   "Not your bottom?!  Yes your bottom!  Beg me to finger-fuck your virgin
asshole, Mrs Gaye!  Beg me, or I'll smack your stupid face until you do."

   "No!  Please, don't do this, its perverted!" Leslie cried desperately.
The other girls were enjoying this nasty turn of events, while they kept up
their attacks on their own targets, driving their teacher closer and closer
to her next inevitable orgasm.

   "Watch out girls," Roberta said as she leaned way over the chair and
smacked Leslie's left cheek.

   "Ow!" Leslie screeched.

   [SMACK!] Roberta smacked Leslie's right cheek.

   "Ow!  Please stop!"

   "Fucking teacher," the teen hissed.  [SMACK!] She smacked Leslie's left
cheek again and Leslie sobbed loudly.

   "Beg me to shove my finger up your virgin asshole, Mrs Gaye!" [SMACK!]

   "Ow!  Oh God Save Me!"

   "No Mrs Gaye I will save you!" hissed Roberta [SMACK!]

   "Ow!" Leslie cried.  "Okay!  Please!  Put your finger in my bottom!"

   "No, not like that Mrs Gaye." [SMACK!] "Ow!  What?"

   "Call me Miss Roberta and ask me using the dirtiest words you can!"
[SMACK!]

   "Ow!  Ow!  Please Miss Roberta!  Don't hit me anymore!  Finger-fuck my
asshole instead!  Finger-fuck my virgin asshole!"

   "Certainly Mrs Gaye, it would be my pleasure!" Roberta said, smiling as
she stepped back.

   Miss Wolfe had watched in horny fascination at the way thirteen year-old
Roberta had taken control of her teacher.  She would never have picked her
for a Dom, but Roberta's nasty side was coming to the surface in a most
exciting display that she had got on both cameras.  Now she focused on what
the girl would do next.

   Wetting her middle finger again in her teacher's cunt, Roberta pushed it
insistently and none too gently into Mrs Gaye's asshole, as the other girls
continued their assault on her cunt and tits.

   With the teacher's legs secured higher up, her asshole was the
dominating feature on the landscape, and Roberta's fingers (her index
finger had joined her middle finger), sliding in and out over Leslie's
virgin anal sphincter, were a compelling sight as, knuckle by knuckle, they
disappeared into the teacher's bum, only to be removed and forcefully
reinserted, time and again.  Each time Roberta's fingers fucked into her
teacher's delectable ass, Leslie would moan loudly and wiggle her ass.  At
the same time, Renee's fingers would be pulling out of Mrs Gaye's cunt,
fucking back in as Roberta's withdrew.  The unforgettable sight would be
among the girls' happiest middle school memories.

   As for Mrs Gaye, the torment of her nipples and mouth and pussy would
have been bad enough on their own, but now they were a backdrop of sensory
overload, as she suffered this excruciating, terrible, delicious, anal
attack, which was driving her headlong into an overwhelming orgasm.  When
she came, a few seconds later, she heard scream after scream (her own)
while her whole body seemed to converge on the fingers still pounding her
clenching anus and vagina, her asshole and cunt as she now thought of them.
Her pupils watched in amazement as jet after jet of clear pussy juice shot
out of her spasming cunt, drenching fingers, faces, clothes and her own
discarded clothing.

   There was no let-up: the girls continued to bite, pinch and squeeze her
nipples, pinch her insanely sensitive clit, and ram those horrible
wonderful fingers into her cunt and ass - a cunt which two days ago had
been the exclusive domain of her loving if inept husband, and an asshole
which was virgin until a few minutes ago, and which now seemed the centre
of her very being.



   As the Leslie-go-round was turned again and again, each of the
schoolgirls had the opportunity to finger their teacher, pinch and squeeze
her nipples, pull her clit back and forth, and of course finger-fuck her
bum.

   Miss Wolfe was walking around the crowd of girls with the camcorder
giving encouragement to the teens, pointing out what to do and suggested
ideas.  She even suggested that Sue try to get her whole hand into Mrs
Gaye's cunt as she moved one of the tripods closer to the chair and
adjusted the lens.  Everyone started cheering Sue on as she pushed first 3
fingers, then a fourth, then her thumb in, paying no heed to her teacher's
pained whimpers and freely flowing tears.  With her whole hand crowded into
the almost hysterical woman's vagina, Sue started slowly working her hand
further in, until her wrist was hidden from sight.  Now she was pulling out
and pushing in, exploring more and more virgin territory.  With her forearm
buried halfway to her elbow, each time she fucked in, Leslie would grunt
loudly.

   The young girls were fascinated as their teacher's belly extended to
accommodate the invading limb.  Each time Sue pulled out, the teacher's
cunt would grip the receding arm and hand, and her eyes would roll to the
back of her heard as the invader mashed against her clit's overloaded nerve
endings.  As the blond teacher was driven toward yet another mind-crushing
orgasm, Diana concentrated again on the teacher's exposed and inviting
anus. One and then two fingers crowded into that tiny space, rubbing
tantalizingly against Sue's arm through the thin membrane separating
Leslie's two fuck-holes.

   As Sue pounded in and out, reaching all the way to her teacher's cervix,
Mrs Gaye was suddenly cumming again, her now syrupy fuck-juice unable to
escape past the little girl's arm.  The spastic spasms of Mrs Gaye's
cunt-muscles were magnified excruciatingly by that unyielding arm lodged in
her poor abused cunt, and the two fingers jammed up her over-sensitized
asshole.



   Sue eased her hand out, releasing a pool of fuck-juice, which, in a
sudden burst of inspiration, she fed into her teacher's mouth.  Leslie
coughed and spluttered at this final indignity but was too weak to do
anything but swallow.  Someone raised the chair into its normal position
again, as Miss Wolfe signalled for the girls to head out the door.  Each
took her leave of the exhausted teacher, patting her on the head on the way
out and thanking her for the lesson.

   Once they were all gone, Miss Wolfe turned to her and said "I think
you've done an outstanding job with those girls, I think these girls are
almost ready for high school!  Well Done, Leslie!  Your acting was
wonderfully convincing.  I almost believed it myself and your sexy
underclothes helped enormously.  But we need you to raise the ante next
time," Miss Wolfe took a bundle clothes out a bag, wrapped in clear
plastic, "Here are clothes that I want you to wear tomorrow.  Do you have a
pair of five inch heels?"

   "Um, yes, I think so" panted Leslie as she sat in chair trying to get
over her orgasms.

   "Good, wear them tomorrow."

   Leslie just nodded her head in agreement.

   "Oh and one last thing Leslie, I left a piece of paper on your desk with
instructions on it for tomorrow's class.  Be a good little girl and make
sure it is taken care of."

   With that, Miss Wolfe picked up her camera bags and gently patted the
side of Leslie's head, leaving the naked teacher to find her cum drenched
clothes and torn skirt.  Her bra and panties were gone: Alex had used them
to mop up one of the teacher's several explosive cums and taken them home
as a souvenir.

   Leslie dressed as well as possible under the circumstances.  Her
rock-hard nipples made an impressive statement of continuing arousal
through her braless blouse, and the rough fabric kept them excited as she
walked self-consciously down the hallway and out past the football field.
There, the practicing middle school girls cheerleaders stopped to admire
the sexy teacher who seemed to be actively inviting their attention.

   At one point the plastic-wrapped clothes tucked under her arm fell to
the ground.  What with one hand holding her torn skirt up, the other
clutching her brief case of class work while at the same time trying to
keep her blouse closed, she realized too late that she had flashed her
bottom (and more) to the girls behind her as she bent down to pick the
clothes package up.

   Back in the changing room, those girls would be thinking up ways to turn
the cunt-flashing teacher into their adult plaything.

   Leslie drove home, ran herself a bath and gingerly stepped in, wincing
as her overworked body reminded her of every excess to which it had been
subjected.

   Looking in the mirror, she was shocked to see red bite marks all over
her breasts - those nasty 13-year-old girls were just awful.  Her bottom
was a painful crimson, thanks to that horrible teenager Roberta.  As she
touched her inflamed anus and pussy, she got more and more angry at those
disgusting teen girls.  She wouldn't be a lesbian for all the gold in Fort
Knox.  Her body though had already made a different set of decisions for
her, and was responding to her thoughts and tentative touches by flooding
her pussy yet again.

   By the time she had finished languishing in the bath, all the evidence
of her earlier activity had faded, leaving nothing but a continuous sexy
ache which seemed to travel back and forth between her erect nipples and
her button-hard clitoris, making it very hard to concentrate on anything
else.

   After her bath, she put on her teddy, something Randy always demanded
she wear for him when he came home late, and then set about choosing
clothes for the next day.

   Leslie opened the clothes package from Miss Wolfe and stared in shock at
the contents.  She held up a short black miniskirt and put it to her waist:
it was a full 10 inches above the knee!  No bra, she noticed, but a cream
blouse, which was almost opaque: she could get away with wearing that one
without a bra.  But no panties?  That was too much!  She would wear her
white lace panties instead.  Leslie put down the blouse and picked up the
final garment from the package, a pair of stockings.  She measured them
against her leg and noticed the stockings would come to about the same
height as the bottom of her black skirt.

   Finally, she went to the cupboard and pulled out the pair of five inch
heels which Randy had embarrassingly called fuck-me-pumps when he chose
them for her.  Instead of wearing them for her husband, she would be
wearing them for her misguided 13-year-old girls, so they could fuck her
and eventually be ready to fuck boys in high school.  In a rare moment of
clarity, she knew that as a proper Christian woman her self-sacrifice would
make a permanent difference to their lives.

   Randy turned up very late and slightly drunk.  He had grabbed something
to eat while he was out and now it was time for bed.  Leslie prayed that he
would be too drunk for sex, fearing that he would know what nasty things
had been done to her, but Randy knew what he wanted and that was his wife's
cunt.  There was not even the usual foreplay this time; he just climbed on
to her and started humping.  Leslie was sure that he would be able to tell
how stretched she'd been, especially by Sue's fist, but he seemed
completely oblivious to all but his own lust.  He did seem to have more
control than normal - maybe it was the drink, still strong on his breath,
or maybe he wasn't getting the same friction that her normally
un-lubricated pussy usually offered him.  Whatever the reason, he lasted a
full 15 sweaty minutes, before unloading his fuck juice into her
unimpressed cunt.  Why couldn't he have lasted 15 minutes yesterday when
she was excited and ready for him?

   Now he was snoring, still lying on top of her.  Leslie rolled him off
her body, and wondered if this was her marriage from now on.  She didn't
masturbate.  She just drifted into exhausted sleep, with her fear and
excitement about what tomorrow would bring sitting just beneath the
surface, ready to swamp her sleeping mind with wet dreams of unwanted teen
fingers and tongues, relentlessly abusing her mouth and nipples and cunt
and ass.
   **