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   Chapter 8 Friday morning

   Leslie was excited when she drove into the school parking lot.  The
special class was over and for that she was secretly disappointed, but Miss
Wolfe had told her at the end of the special class she was to report to Mrs
Wright and maybe something good would come from the class.  She was careful
not to walk too fast down the sidewalk, she concentrated on stopping her
mini skirt from flapping up and down like yesterday, but that didn't stop
the kids from staring and whistling at her.  Several female teachers gave
her disappointed looks but for the first time Leslie resolved to stare them
down each time they looked at her.

   She made her way to the office, which was crowded with students and Mrs
Danvers called her over.  "Are you here to see Mrs Wright?"

   "Yes," Leslie said brightly.

   "It will be a couple of minutes.  Go stand over there by the wall, out
of the way of the students." Mrs Danvers commanding tone and the dismissive
way she waved her hand angered Leslie and she blushed, but despite her
anger, she obeyed.  She felt self-conscious standing by the wall: the kids
walking by looked her up and down and she heard whispers, but there was
nothing she could do about it except wait.

   After ten minutes Mrs Danvers told Leslie she could go in and as she
entered, Mrs Wright said, "Close the door and stand in front of my desk."

   The Headteacher looked her up and down and smiled.  Leslie was wearing
the outfit that Miss Wolfe had given at the end of the fucking session
yesterday: her five inch stilettos, white thigh stockings with garter
straps showing, a mini-skirt and a white blouse with no bra.  It was a far
cry from her white button-up blouse, earth-tone knee length skirt and black
pumps that she had started with on Monday morning.
"Your conduct has been exemplary during the special class, Mrs.  Gaye,"
Mrs.  Wright said, sitting down at her desk and smiling broadly.  "I have
seen all the film and I must say that I am impressed and I know the school

board will be too."

   Leslie stood with her hands clasped in front of her looking
uncomfortable, and she smiled weakly.  "Thank you Mrs Wright, I tried to do
my best," she replied shyly.

   Mrs Wright continued, "We have plans to use the film in other, ah,
educational situations.  In fact, based on Miss Wolfe's glowing review, and
your part in the films, I am removing you as a teacher and making you the
faculty adviser... for the whole school."

   Leslie looked in astonishment at the principal.  "Faculty adviser?  Who
will teach my classes?"

   "Miss Johnson," Mrs.  Wright said, waving her hand at the teacher
sitting across the room.  Leslie gasped: she had been so focused on what
the principal had to say to her that she had never noticed Miss Johnson
sitting comfortably in a recliner holding a cup of coffee from one of the
popular coffee chains.

   Leslie looked at Miss Johnson: the girl looked to be just out of college
and Leslie suddenly wondered why they had chosen such a young teacher and
why she was in the meeting with her.

   "You are to help her with the lesson plans and assist her in the
classroom.  She will be your supervisor and such she will have total say
over your school hours and activities.  I also have agreed to let her have
free reign in the class to explore other sex educational interests and
areas."

   Leslie looked at Miss Johnson.  She felt confused: if she was now
"Faculty Advisor", why would Mis Johnson supervise her; and hadn't they
already finished sex education in the special classes.  She cleared her
throat nervously and asked, "What other interests and areas are we talking
about?"

   "It's what I decide it is," replied Miss Johnson, her voice firm and
commanding, and she gave Leslie a look that made it clear that she was in
control.  Leslie blushed and averted her eyes.

   Mrs Wright continued, "When you are not working for Miss Johnson you
will be assisting with faculty advising for other classes." Leslie gave her
a questioning look but remained meekly silent.  "The other teachers will
coordinate with Miss Johnson for dates and times you are to work for them."
She stopped and stared at Leslie for a moment.  "Any questions?"

   Leslie didn't know if she should be happy or mad that Miss Johnson would
have total say over her school working hours.

   "So I work for Miss Johnson then?" she asked.

   "Yes, she will be your superior.  You will work directly for her and
nobody else.  What she says goes and carries my authority," Mrs Wright
replied.  "I don't want to hear from Miss Johnson that you are being an
uncooperative subordinate because you have done so much good this past week
and it would be very bad for you if I had to get involved in any
disciplinary or corrective action."

   Leslie swallowed and nodded her head.  She really wanted to ask Mrs
Wright what she meant by `disciplinary or corrective action' but held her
tongue.  She turned her head and smiled weakly at Miss Johnson.  She didn't
know the new teacher but had seen her around the past several weeks.  "I
will try to do my best then," she said, turning back to Mrs Wright.

   "Don't tell me, tell her."

   "I will try and do my best, Miss Johnson," Leslie said, blushing under
the young woman's stare.

   "Next," continued Mrs Wright, "I agreed to the request from the art
teacher and gym teacher to have you assist in their classes next week. 
Miss Johnson will work out the details with them on your behalf.  Going
forward, when you receive a direct request from one of the teachers you are
to refer them to Miss Johnson.  You are not to indicate yes or no to their
requests as you are to let Miss Johnson make those decisions for you,
understood?"

   "Yes, understood," Leslie said, nodding.  `Make decisions for me?' she
thought.

   "Miss Johnson is accountable for your time during school hours.  She
will write your evaluations and counsel you should you need it.  Her
supervisory authority is absolute over you.  Again, I don't want to hear of
any problems between you two.  Is that clear?" Leslie nodded again.

   "Any questions?"

   "Um, well yes," Leslie stammered.

   Mrs Wright raised her eye brows, waiting for Leslie to speak.  "Um,
well, Miss Wolfe said that I will be getting a clothing allowance to
purchase, um, these clothes I am wearing."

   "Miss Johnson?" Mrs.  Wright said.

   Miss Johnson sat up straight in the recliner.  "Because your
school-provided clothes kept getting ripped and torn during the special
classes, we have decided that you will purchase the same type of clothes
yourself but will get reimbursed from petty cash.  Also, I will be taking
steps to change the faculty adviser dress code at the next meeting of the
school board."

   Leslie just nodded her head as her heart sank again.  She had to buy her
school clothes, go into a store and buy slutty clothes, like these.  She
sighed: at least she will get reimbursed.
Mrs Wright continued.  "Very good, before the next class hour I want you
and Miss Johnson to get acquainted, then you have two home rooms before
lunch and two home rooms after lunch with the last hour in the office doing
escort duties." She paused and looked at them both intently.  "This new sex
education class is very important to the school board and I don't want
there to be any misunderstandings between you two.  Miss Wolfe tells me
that you take direction very well, Mrs Gaye, and I want you to show the
same dedication to Miss Johnson." Leslie felt as if the woman's eyes were

boring into her and she nodded obediently.  "Dismissed."

   Leslie and Miss Johnson walked out of Mrs Wright's room and stopped in
the middle of the outer office.

   "I want you to walk two steps behind me every time we go somewhere,
whether that is walking down the hallway or outside the school,
understood?"

   Leslie couldn't imagine why Miss Johnson wanted that but she nodded her
head.

   Miss Johnson looked at Leslie again and raised her voice a little. 
"When I ask if you understand that means that you are required to say
something in return, Mrs Gaye."

   The office went quiet as kids, teachers and office staff watched the
exchange.

   "Yes, I understand," Leslie almost mumbled as she turned several shades
of red.

   "Louder."

   "Yes I understand, Miss Johnson!"

   "Let's go to my new classroom, shall we?"

   Leslie stayed two steps behind Miss Johnson as they walked down the
hallway and it was the first time she had actually had a chance to look at
the young woman properly.  She was wearing a one piece black PVC dress with
thin straps over the shoulder.  The dress came to mid-thigh on the young
teacher and she wore black knee high boots with thin five inch heels.  It
looked like she could easily fit in at a night club.  With Leslie in her
skimpy outfit and Miss Johnson in her black outfit, nobody could miss the
contrast between the two and what it meant.

   But Leslie did.

   They entered what was now Miss Johnson's classroom.  Somebody had
written "Whore" on the board again and The young teacher erased it while
Leslie stood meekly behind her, blushing.

   "Do you know what a whore is, Mrs Gaye?"

   "Yes, Miss Johnson," an embarrassed Leslie replied.

   "What is it?"

   Leslie suddenly felt like a little school girl.  "A whore is a
prostitute who is paid to have sex."

   "Are you a whore?" Miss Johnson asked, looking directly at her.

   "What do you mean?"

   "I ask the questions Mrs Gaye.  Are you a whore?"

   "No Miss Johnson, certainly not," Leslie gasped.

   "That's not what Miss Wolfe told me, Miss Johnson said, walking around
Leslie.  "She said that you proclaimed it out loud, that you said you were
the `school's whore' I think is how she put it."

   Leslie turned beat red, her shoulders drooped and her head dropped.  She
was beaten and she knew it.

   "Answer the question."

   "Yes Miss Johnson, I am a whore."

   "Stand up straight and look straight ahead at attention, Mrs Gaye,"
ordered the young teacher, and Leslie obeyed, standing as straight as she
could, tears staring in her eyes.  Her world seemed to be coming apart.

   "Who's whore are you?"

   "The school's whore, Miss Johnson." Leslie shrugged.

   "Don't shrug!" Miss Johnson ordered as she stood behind Leslie.  "Say it
with pride, Mrs Gaye."

   "I am the school's whore, Miss Johnson," Leslie replied with a little
step in her voice.

   "So you lied to me?" Miss Johnson asked.

   Leslie looked round at the young teacher with tears in her eyes.

   "First you said that you weren't a whore, now you say you are.  You were
caught in lie weren't you, Mrs Gaye?"

   "Yes, Miss Johnson," Leslie barely breathed.  She felt like a child
being scolded by the parent and she fought the urge to cry.  Why did she
just get the butterflies?

   "And since you lied to me, do you think that there should be punishment
involved?"

   Leslie wanted to scream out loud, "NO!" but instead just nodded her
head.

   "Say it Mrs Gaye."

   "Yes Miss Johnson, there should be punishment involved."

   Miss Johnson walked over to back of the classroom and picked up the pink
foam rubber cone hat with the words "MRS GAYE'S DUNCE CAP" written around
the bottom edge, the hat that Miss Wolfe had made her wear yesterday.  She
handed the hat to Leslie, and just at that moment, the school bell rang
letting out the classes.

   Leslie looked at the cone hat then Miss Johnson.

   "Stand in the corner there with facing the wall with the cap on your
little head." Miss Johnson ran the back of her hand down Leslie's left
cheek.  "I want your nose touching the wall." Leslie blushed and tried to
look away.  "You will stay there until the next bell, which is in," Miss
Johnson looked at her smart phone on the desk, "fifteen minutes."

   Then she stared into Leslie's eyes.  "After the first bell rings you are
to write on the board, "Mrs Gaye is a whore," fifty times, in neat
penmanship, while still wearing the hat.  You have until the second bell to
finish that." She stepped a little closer to Leslie.  "After you finish
writing on the board you are take the hat off and place it on the chair by
the door and then get under the desk and await my return.  Is all this
understood?"

   "Yes, Miss Johnson" Leslie replied in a defeated voices d then added
quickly, "But can I ask you a question?"

   "Yes, what is it?"

   "Um, how long will you be gone?"

   Miss Johnson smiled.  "Why?  Miss me already," she said.

   Leslie blushed and looked at the floor.  "Um, well, as the kids come in
for home room, they will see my ankles and feet sticking out from under the
desk, plus they'll see what I wrote on the board."

   "And that is a problem how?"

   Leslie's shoulders dropped.  "It's not a problem."

   "I thought so," Miss Johnson replied.  "Whose fault is this again?"

   "My fault Miss Johnson."

   "Yes it is.  You lied to me and I don't like it when my subs lie to me,
understand?"

   "Yes Miss Johnson." Sub?  What was that, Leslie thought.

   "Now to the corner with you."

   Leslie stood in the corner of the room in full view of the door, her
nose touching the wall, the pink cone shaped hat on her head.  She heard
giggles, laughter and whispering from the door which embarrassed and
humiliated her but she reasoned she deserved this as she did lie to Miss
Johnson.  She had only lied because of her own embarrassment and that was
wrong.  God certainly didn't like it when people lied, it said so in the
Bible and in her Sunday school class Leslie taught that it was a major sin
to tell lies.

   When the first bell rang to let classes out, Leslie quickly went to the
board, wrote out "Mrs Gaye is a whore" fifty times then carefully placed
her hat on the chair.  She took a deep breath as she knelt down and scooted
under her desk...  well not that it was her desk anymore.  No matter how
she tried to position herself, her feet ended up sticking out the front. 
She wondered if she would have to do that nasty thing between Miss
Johnson's legs, like she had with Miss Wolfe.

   The second bell rang and this time kids walked into the room.  Leslie
could hear whispers and giggles and realized they were looking what she had
written on the board.  "Fuck!" she said to herself and immediately felt
shocked at her automatic use of the word.

   A student almost tripped over her feet.  "Fuck, stupid teacher," the
girl hissed as she kicked out at them.  Leslie was about to say something
but decided to keep quiet: maybe they didn't know who was under the desk,
or no one else would notice.  But then other kids walked by, kicking her
feet and ankles and giggling each time they kicked them.  All Leslie could
do was sit there until at last Miss Johnson came into the classroom.

   "Quiet down kids, get out any homework you might have and start on it."

   `Thank God Miss Johnson is here,' thought Leslie, `now I can come out
from under the desk.'

   "Yes?" Miss Johnson said in response to a girl with her hand up.

   "Where is Mrs Gaye?" the girl asked and all the kids laughed.

   "Mrs Gaye is not available right now.  Now start your homework."

   The kids quieted down and Leslie could hear the class getting their
books out, but to her alarm, she heard Miss Johnson walk out the door.  She
heard whispers and giggles as the kids did their class work but little
more, and the hour dragged on: her knees hurt and her back ached from being
bent over under the desk.

   Eventually, the bell rang letting the class out and as the students left
the room they all seemed to come by and kick her feet and ankles as they
left.  Remembering what Miss Johnson had said, Leslie obediently stayed
under the desk, even when the second bell rang for the start of the next
homeroom.  Just as before, the kids came in, more snickers and giggles, and
then some of them kicked her ankles as they walked by and there was nothing
she could do about it.

   Miss Johnson returned to the classroom and told the class the same thing
as the previous class and then left the room, leaving Leslie upset and
frustrated at her predicament.  She determined to talk to Miss Johnson,
telling her it wasn't very professional of her to make her stay under the
desk.

   The class hour went by slowly with the kids doing their classwork as
Leslie's knees and back were hurting now.  Oh, how she wanted to crawl out
from under the desk but the fear of future punishment stopped her.  At
length the first bell rang for the end of the class and again the kids
walked by kicking her ankles and feet.

   She heard footsteps and Miss Johnson walk back into the classroom. 
"Come out from under the desk, Mrs Gaye," she ordered.

   "Finally!" Leslie said as she pushed the chair out of the way and stood
up.  "I really don't think..."

   Miss Johnson interrupted her.  "I really don't care what you think, Mrs
Gaye." she said and stared at Leslie challengingly.  Leslie blushed and
lowered her eyes.  "You will eat your lunch in here and when the first bell
rings you are to get under the desk again."

   Tears formed in Leslie's eyes.  "Why?  Why are you doing this to me?"

   "Because I don't think you have learned your lesson yet.  Strict
obedience is what I require Mrs Gaye, it is what this school will demand of
you." Leslie was about to say something about being obedient but Miss
Johnson continued, "Are you not obedient to your God?"

   "What?" Leslie gasped, taken aback by the question.  "Of course!"

   "Then I demand the same type of obedience from you.  If you can give it
to your God, then you can give it me."

   Leslie's shoulders drooped.  "Yes, Miss Johnson."

   "Eat your lunch here and crawl under the desk at the first bell." Miss
Johnson ordered as she turned and walked out of the classroom.

   Leslie sat down at the PC in the back of the room and pulled out her
food.  She ate slowly and massaged her aching muscles for an hour, trying
to relax until the first bell rang.  As soon as it did, she put her lunch
bag in her large purse and crawled obediently under the desk again.  The
second bell rang and the kids filed in, some walking by and kicking Leslie
like the other pupils had done.

   "Quiet, kids," Miss Johnson ordered as she walked into the classroom. 
"Get out any homework you may have and start on it." There was a pause and
she pointed at a girl who had raised her hand.  "Yes?" she asked.

   "Is that a joke or did Mrs Gaye write that on the board?" a girl asked.

   "No that is not a joke and yes Mrs Gaye did write that." Miss Johnson
looked down at Leslie and Leslie looked up at the young teacher.  "Now
start on your homework."

   Miss Johnson raised herself up slightly, hooked her fingers under her
panties and pulled them down to her knees.  Sitting down again she pushed
her panties to her ankles and opened her legs.  In the small space under
the desk, the fragrance of aroused cunt was inescapable and Leslie looked
down, aghast: in the semi darkness, she could see nothing but shadow
between the young teacher's thighs but the crotch of her panties, pooled
around her ankles, glistened with wetness.  A mix of fear and excitement
filled Leslie's eyes when she realized what she was expected to do.

   Miss Johnson looked down at Leslie again and smiled but Leslie looked
away.  How could this be happening with a class full of children, young,
innocent children who might be corrupted.....  Leslie a familiar tingle
deep within her own loins.

   Above her, she could hear writing on the desk and then saw a piece of
paper being lowered towards her.  It read: "I like it slow".  Then a hand
reached under the desk and behind her head and pulled her forward, into the
shadow.

   Leslie took a deep breath of Miss Johnson's cunt and it smelled sweet
somehow, not pungent.  Gently she kissed and nibbled at the swollen slit as
the young woman squirmed in the chair.  Suddenly, a child's voice made both
the women jump and Miss Johnson put both hands on the desk.

   "Miss Johnson," a girl asked, her hand raised.  "Can I come up and show
you the problem I am having?"

   "Yes," the young woman replied huskily, making no effort to push
Leslie's head away.  Leslie was surprised and wondered is she should pull
back but then remembered what Miss Johnson told her about obedience and
continued to lick.  Above her head, she heard mumbled conversation and she
knew that the girl must be able see her head moving between her teacher's
thighs, but whereas once it would have outraged her, now it aroused her. 
All she wanted to do was to submit to Miss Johnson's will and bathe in the
young woman's wet cunt, and the fact that there was a child watching her
made it all the more exciting.  She felt a desperate urge to touch herself
but felt somehow that would get her into more trouble.

   As the lesson continued, the kids in the homeroom came by Miss Johnson's
desk one at a time to ask her questions about their homework while Leslie
did her best to ignore them as she licked the inside of the young teacher's
cunt.

   The first bell rang for the end of class and the pattern was the same,
the kids coming by the front of the desk and purposely hitting her feet and
ankles as they walked by, even though Miss Johnson was still sitting at her
desk.  As the room emptied, the teacher pushed Leslie's head away from her
crotch.

   "Very good Mrs Gaye.  I am impressed.  You didn't let the kids distract
you from your assignment which is just what I wanted."

   Leslie looked up, a shiny sheen of wetness coating her lips and cheeks.
She smiled weakly and said, "My neck aches and my back hurts, my knees are
sore and my tongue is tired."

   "I don't want to hear complaints of how tired you, Mrs Gaye.  This is
your tasked and you're doing an excellent job."

   "Well, um, may I ask when can I come out from under here then?"

   "When I say so, Mrs Gaye.  Now, when the next class arrives, be a good
girl and pick up the pace a little bit."

   When the second bell rang and last homeroom class arrived, Miss Johnson
rolled her chair back into place, trapping Leslie's face between her
thighs.

   "Quiet kids, get your homework out," she instructed and Leslie went back
to licking and nibbling on the teachers cunt.  As with the last class, the
kids came up to the desk and asked Miss Johnson questions about their
homework and Leslie did her best to ignore them.  With about ten minutes of
class remaining Miss Johnson scribbled a note and tapped Leslie on the
head: "Make me cum!" the note read.

   Leslie picked up her licking effort, especially on Miss Johnson's clit
and as she came she squeezed Leslie's head between her thighs, liquid
gushing form her clenching cunt into Leslie's open mouth.  The class had
gone quite, listening to the wet panting noises of the two women as they
watched their teacher cum, her eyes shut tight, her hands balled up into
fists and her breathing shallow.

   In the post-clitoral bliss, Miss Johnson put her hand behind Leslie's
head, holding her in place, and getting the idea of what she wanted, Leslie
gently kissed and licked the moist cunt in front of her, a hand gently
stroking the top of her head.  Preoccupied by the taste and fragrance
between Miss Johnson's thighs, Leslie barely noticed the bell ring or the
kids kicking her feet as they left the room.

   "Come, stand up in front of the desk," the young teacher ordered once
the last of the kids had gone.  She rolled her chair back a little and
Leslie squeezed out from under the desk.  She straightened her mini-skirt,
tried to wipe the dirt stains from her knees knees, and then walked around
in front of the desk.  She stood looking at Miss Johnson, using the back of
her hand to wipe the creamy cum from around her mouth.

   Miss Johnson took a deep breath and composed herself.  "Fuck!  That was
really good, Mrs Gaye," she said, making Leslie blush.  "Your tongue
certainly knows its way round a woman's cunt." She paused to collect her
thoughts.  "As I said in the office what you're wearing now will be your
school uniform from now on.  Every day you are to wear the same type of
outfit so this weekend I want you to go shopping for clothes, the sexier
the better, understand?"

   "Yes, Miss Johnson, I understand," Leslie replied.

   "You are to address me and the female staff of the school as "ma'am" and
the male staff as "sir" even the janitors, got it?"

   Leslie gasped.  "But I don't understand..."

   "You don't have to understand Mrs Gaye, just follow the instructions."

   Leslie nodded obediently, "Yes ma'am." This wasn't going good, she
thought to herself.

   "If I find out that you have not been properly respectful with the
school staff then there will be punishment."

   "But..." Leslie began.

   "No buts, Mrs Gaye." Miss Johnson cut her off.  "As faculty adviser you
are not allowed in the teacher's restroom or the break room.  You are to
use the girl's restroom.  At lunch you can either eat here in the room or
you can mingle with the students in the cafeteria, understand?"

   Leslie was about to saying something but thought better of it.  "Yes
ma'am," she said, trying not to cry.

   "The only time you are allowed in the teacher's lounge is when you are
invited.  All invitations are to come through me.  I want this room set-up
properly.  Over there in the bag are strap-ons.  I think you know what
those are used for." Leslie blushed.  "I want them hung on the walls around
the room.  There is a hammer and nails over there.  Next, the art
department has graciously allowed us to keep the mannequin so put it in the
corner over there and the gym teacher has allowed us to keep the mat.  Set
that up over there."

   Leslie was only half listening, diverted by the strange feelings of
arousal that were welling up inside her: her cunt was already getting wet
and her nipples were rock hard.  Was it the taste of Miss Johnson's cunt
lingering on her lips, or was it the woman's dominance, the way Leslie
responded to this type of treatment?

   She suddenly became aware that Miss Johnson was glaring at her.  "Yes
ma'am," she said.

   "I want you to draw an outline of your foot prints here facing the
class. Then set up the desks in a semi-circle, understand?"

   "Yes ma'am".

   Miss Johnson got up from her desk and walked around to Leslie.  She
stroked her left cheek and Leslie was momentarily taken aback.

   "If you follow my instructions and are obedient we will have no problems
between us, Mrs Gaye.  But if you screw up there will be hell to pay." The
younger teacher gently ran her fingers along Leslie's lips and Leslie
closed her eyes and softly moaned.  Suddenly she slapped Leslie's right
cheek.

   "Now it's escort duty, report to Mrs Danvers.  Meet me here at the end
of the school, understand?"

   "Yes, ma'am." As Miss Johnson walked out the classroom door she stopped
and turned.  "You can sit at any desk or chair in the room except my
teaching desk, understood?"

   "Yes ma'am."

   Leslie was excited inside but on the outside she felt like crying. 
Things had happened so quickly that she felt her life was out of control
but every time she was told to do something wicked her body betrayed her.

   She straightened her blouse and mini-skirt and headed for the office. 
She heard snickers and the word "whore" as she walked by but decided she
could do nothing about that and so ignored them.

   Mrs Danvers had Leslie escort two girls to their classroom but outside
the classroom door both girls each pressed a dollar into Leslie's hand,
thanking her for escorting them.  By the end of the hour Leslie had fifteen
dollars.  When she wasn't escorting the kids to their classrooms Mrs
Danvers had Leslie stand against the fall wall of the office, "out of the
way of the kids" as the secretary had put it.

   "Mrs Danvers?" Leslie said but got no answer.  "Um, Mrs Danvers?" she
asked louder.

   "Yes, Mrs Gaye, what is it?" The woman looked irritated at being
interrupted.

   "Um, I have to go to the girl's room."

   Mrs Danvers stared at Leslie as if she was a tiresome child which made
her uncomfortable.  The woman then flicked her right hand imperiously. 
"Hurry back!" was all she said.

   Leslie nodded and headed out the door and down the hallway to the rest
room.  When she had finished, she stepped out of the stall and walked to
the sinks.  She looked to her left and damn near jumped.

   "Oh, wow, you scared me!" Leslie said catching her breath.  "I didn't
hear you come in."

   It was Susie, from yesterday.  She was leaning up against the bathroom
wall next to the door with her arms crossed across her chest.

   "But I saw you Mrs Gaye," Susie said suggestively, "and I followed you
in here."

   Leslie was suddenly afraid and aroused for some reason.

   "Wh..why did you follow me?"

   "As I walked in here I said to myself, `This seems almost like a date.'"

   "Huh?  What date?  What do you mean?"

   "Remember yesterday in the hallway when you were escorting me?" Leslie
nodded, a blush spreading over her cheeks.  "I mentioned that my cunt and
your mouth should get better acquainted?"

   "Oh no, no," Leslie said in alarm.  "I don't have time for this, I am
needed in the office."

   She started moving towards the door but Susie stepped in front of it and
then pushed her back against the wall.

   "We won't count yesterday, but in here, we can both look at this as a
first date between my cunt and your lovely mouth."

   The pre-teen stepped closer and Leslie suddenly felt tears starting in
her eyes.  "Why are you doing this to me" she whined.

   "Because I like your Mrs Gaye." Susie paused and stepped closer so that
their bodies were almost touching.  "Well, not me actually," she giggled.
"My cunt likes you and it really wants to get to know you better."

   "You're crazy," Leslie huffed, trying to sound forceful despite the way
her clit had started to throb.  "I really have to go."

   Susie ignored her, put her hands on Leslie's shoulders and gently pushed
her down.  "You see on dates, you have to give a kiss of greeting to your
date when you first see her." She pushed down harder on Leslie's shoulders.

   "No, please, let me go, I will get in trouble!"

   Leslie tried to resist but the girl was too strong and had her pinned
against the wall and the next thing she knew she was on her knees staring
up at the girl.

   "Give your mouth and tongue to my cunt, Mrs Gaye," the girl said
seductively.  "Teach my cunt.  Teach my cunt what older women can do for
young girls.., like me." Susie's voice was husky with arousal as she
slightly spread her legs and moved her hips to just in front of Leslie's
face.

   Leslie shook her head 'no' with tears in her eyes and tried one last
time to resist what was really irresistible.  "I don't have the time, I
will be missed in the front office."

   "What?" Susie asked in a soft voice, petting the side of Leslie's face
with the back of her hand.  "That's no reason to say no to my cunt."

   Leslie tried to look away.  Mrs Danvers was going to be pissed.

   "I thought you liked me and my cunt," Susie continued, making her voice
sound even more like a young girl as she softly stroked Leslie's cheek. 
"Tell me you do...?"

   Leslie was defeated.  She stared straight ahead at Susie's skirt,
visualising the puffy mound just beneath it.  Fuck God, fuck the bible,
fuck her preacher husband: yes she really did want to taste this pre-teen
cunt!  She couldn't resist anymore: her mind knew it and her body knew it.

   "Yes I do," she whispered.

   Susie smiled.  "Tell me what you want to do," she asked.

   "To ...  lick ...  it," Leslie stuttered.

   "To lick what?  Mrs Gaye.  Tell me what you want to lick."

   Leslie swallowed.  "Your cunt."

   Susie giggled with delight.  "There, that wasn't so bad was it?" she
said.  "Reach under my skirt and pull my panties down to my ankles."

   Leslie leans forward and with trembling fingers, did as she was told. 
As she lowered them, a waft of the girl's arousal met her nostrils and she
moaned softly.

   "Each time you have a date with my cunt you are to kneel before me like
this and pull my panties down and off, understand?"

   Leslie nodded, holding Susie's panties at her ankles as she stepped out
of them, staring with pure lust at the reddened glistening slit just inches
in front of her face.

   "Very good, Mrs Gaye.  My cunt is very excited now.  I want you to put
your head back, go on, as far back as you can." The girl put both hands on
the wall for balance as Leslie put her hands on the dirty floor to support
herself.  Susie scooted forward so that her thighs were either side of
Leslie's face and then gently lowered her cunt down on Leslie's mouth.

   "Lick me Mrs Gaye.  Make love to my cunt!" the girl ordered, her voice
husky and her breathing fast with excitement.

   Leslie was shocked by the words but even more by the lust and urgency
with which this young girl was grinding her cunt on her mouth.  She was
trapped: she could only gasp air through her
nose and she couldn't move her hands because she was supporting herself

with them on the floor.

   "Lick my cunt, kiss it, Mrs Gaye!" Susie panted as she ground her hips
in a circular motion.

   Susie slowly ground her cunt onto Leslie's mouth and Leslie pushed her
tongue out, pressing it into the tight opening and feeling the warmth
contained inside.  Surprisingly, the taste was about the same as Miss
Johnson's, and the girl was so copious: the wetness was beginning to coat
both sides of her mouth and cheeks and ooze down her chin.  Drooling was
not something she was used to doing so she did what came naturally and
began to suck in the growing moisture.  Before Leslie knew it, she was
sucking and fucking Susie's cunt with her tongue and mouth, right there in
the girls' restroom.

   Leslie sensed Susie's growing excitement and stepped up her efforts. 
The taste and smell of the pre-teen's cunt was becoming intoxicating and
the shear dirtiness of the act she was performing in the bathroom had a
sexually deviant arousal to it.  This was different than sucking and
licking Miss Johnson's and Miss Wolfe's cunt from under her desk: here she
was in the open doing the same thing and it felt wonderful.

   Leslie felt her own wetness growing as the young teen's grunts turned to
pants and echoed throughout the bathroom.  Uncontrollably Leslie heard
herself groan as the grinding teen pushed down harder on her face.  She
struggled to keep her balance as her mind clouded with her building
arousal.

   Just then the bathroom door opened and Susie said in loud, "Get the fuck
out!" Whoever it was quickly closed the door and Leslie and Susie were
alone again.

   With the interruption, Leslie's thoughts came back.  She was shocked at
herself, actually feeling arousal doing such a perverted act with a
pre-teen girl?  And the girl was under age for God's sake!  Yet with all
the things wrong with it, Leslie kept reverting back to the taste, smell
and sound of an aroused youth just like she did with Miss Johnson and Miss
Wolfe from under her desk, and the seven girls in the special class.  Her
own senses were going mad and her list returned.  She drove her tongue
deeper into the young cunt, eliciting even louder groans and pants.

   Susie was really humping Leslie's face, now.  She ground and pumped on
her mouth as she felt the tongue drive into her: she knew she was fast
approaching orgasm and wanted to spew cum all over this married Christian
woman's face.  She gritted her teeth as she ground harder and faster on the
open cavity.  She felt Leslie's nose and tongue swipe by her clit as she
pumped and ground and occasionally Leslie's chin would rub over her
asshole, making the girl squirm with delight.

   Susie took her hands from the wall and reached down and grabbed Leslie's
ears and hair, forcibly pulling her face deeper into her soaking slit.  She
balanced herself on Leslie's face and humped more violently until, with a
deep guttural moan, the pre-teen bellowed in orgasm.

   Leslie sucked hard as she felt gushes of warm juice spit repeatedly from
the young girl's spasming cunt.  Her chin, cheeks and face were being
coated with girl cum and there was nothing she could do about it, nothing
she wanted to do about it.  Her ears ached from being pulled upward and her
face throbbed as the violent rubbing began to subside.

   She felt Susie's grip relax as her orgasm diminished until the girl
stopped moving and just rested her cunt on Leslie's mouth, catching her
breath.  Susie dismounted and Leslie started to wipe her mouth when she
felt a tug on her blouse.

   "Stand up, Mrs Gaye," Susie said softly.  When Leslie stood, Susie
pushed her against the wall again and held her there looking into Leslie's
eyes.  The pre-teen leaned forward and drove her tongue into Leslie's mouth
and swiped it around.  Taken by surprise, Leslie instinctively kissed her
back, swirling her tongue around Susie's.

   The youngster purred, "Ooh, my cunt tastes good, doesn't it Mrs Gaye?"
she said with a jerk on her blouse.

   "Y-yes," Leslie replied.  "It was very good." The taste reminded her of
the girls in the class, how she licked and kissed their cunts yesterday
afternoon.

   "Don't wash your face for the rest of the day, understand, Mrs Gaye?"
commanded Susie.  "I want everyone to know that my cunt and your mouth are
dating, understand?"

   Leslie's felt her heart sink.  "Yes, I understand." It wasn't having
Susie's pre-teen cum on her face, Leslie loved that: it was more that she
was going to have to escort students for the remainder of the hour,
red-faced from the rubbing of Susie's cunt.  She also knew Miss Johnson
would surely be able to see the encrustation once it dried and most likely
would ask about it.  What would she say it was?

   "Now, put my thong back on me."

   Leslie knelt down again and pulled the thong up Susie's smooth legs and
thighs to her waist.

   "Very good, now kiss my cunt good-bye and tell her you're looking
forward to your next date with her."

   Leslie hesitated and looked up at the girl.

   "What's the problem?"

   "Um, well," Leslie was totally embarrassed by what she just thought
about.

   "Out with it!" Susie urged.

   Leslie whispered.  "What name shall I give it?"

   "What?" Susie's eyes got big.

   Leslie cleared her throat.  "Um, what name should I give your, um,
cunt?"

   Susie laughed and put both hands on Leslie's head.  "No fucking way!"
She paused.  "Okay, I like that idea."

   Leslie tried to look away but Susie held her head.

   "Hmm," For a moment, Susie was lost in thought but then she smiled. 
"Call my cunt `Amazing', because it is isn't it?" she cried, giggling.

   Leslie nodded, leaned forward and kissed the thong covered cunt. 
"Good-bye for now Amazing." She kissed it again.  "Until our next date."

   Susie had her hands on her hips.  "You amaze even me, Mrs Gaye!"

   Leslie didn't look up at the girl.  This was totally surreal.

   "You have a good weekend, Mrs Gaye," said Susie, "and don't forget what
I told you." Susie smiled and walked out the bathroom door.

   Leslie stood up and tucked in her blouse, went over the dirty mirror and
checked her face: yep, it was still and red and a little shiny.  As she
walked to the office she wondered if anybody would be able to smell Susie's
cum: certainly it still glistened and she could feel it's moisture on her
cheeks.  As she walked into the office, she could also feel her own
moisture lubricating her thighs.
"Took you all day, Mrs Gaye!" Mrs Danvers said with a sneer as Leslie

walked over to the wall.

   "Sorry, Mrs Danvers, I was ah, um, a little held-up."

   With the last bell Leslie walked to her classroom and stood in the
middle of the room on the foot prints.

   Miss Johnson walked in and stood in front of her.  She sniffed and
wrinkled her nose and then she looked closely at Leslie but didn't say
anything.

   "You have an engagement this evening with Mrs Peterson, the president of
the PTSA.  Here is her number.  You are to call her at 5 and do whatever
she asks of you, understand?"

   "Yes, ma'am"

   "On your way out the door stop by the library and check-out a book on
exercising, seeing how you will be the faculty adviser to the gym teacher
next week."

   "Yes, ma'am"

   "Have a good weekend, Mrs Gaye, see you Monday morning."
   **