The Deflowering
Copyright© 2025 by Kara Benton
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - On a brutal South Sea island a woman runs the gauntlet of losing her virginity in a tradition so brutal that she may not survive it.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Sadistic Snuff Exhibitionism First Masturbation Squirting Water Sports Public Sex
Another Deflowering
Miss Bligh noticed Leila slipping back in to class after excusing herself again. It was a strange coincidence that her momentary absence always preceded the school’s patron Rangi visiting. Miss Bligh also noted from her position at the front of the class that Leila had deposited a glob of cum on her chair. It was impossible for the girls to hide anything from Miss Bligh in their skimpy bra top and micro-kilt uniforms, with nothing but the hold-up stockings under their skirts.
It was also a strange coincidence that Rangi always chose to visit when Miss Bligh was about to instruct the girls on masturbation technique. Rangi took a seat at the back as Miss Bligh perched on the edge of her desk and lifted her own school uniform skirt.
“Now girls.” Said Miss Bligh. “Don’t forget there is no right and wrong way to do this. Do what is right for you and what is right for the moment. Today I will be showing you the two finger technique, so watch carefully.”
Miss Bligh dipped her two fingers in to her lube jar and while holding her skirt out of the way proceeded to stroke her pussy, pressing her fingers between her inner and outer labia as she gently stroked up and down.
“Note girls how as I get to the top I am sure to stroke my clitoris. Start slow, then build to a steady rythm, keeping the clitoris satisfied.”
Miss Bligh stopped talking. Now stroking a little faster she started to make little gasping noises at the top of the stroke, and her breathing became shallower.
Miss Bligh continued with all the eyes of the class, along with Rangi, staring at her now very moist pussy. Several of the girls taking matters in to their own hands had their hands up their own skirts as they watched.
Miss Bligh soon reached a climax, and began grunting in the way that she did when she orgasmed, and squirted three times wetting the tops of two girls in the front row.
Miss Bligh took a few seconds to compose herself, then continued. “This is quite a nice technique, and when you finally orgasm you can use your fingers to direct the squirt. Not all of you will squirt of course, and there is nothing wrong with that, but if you do, this is something you might like to use. Now girls, your turn. Those of you who can squirt see what you can do to direct the flow.”
Miss Bligh Beckoned Rangi to come to the front. “Come Rangi and watch the girls.”
“O.K. girls, round to the front of your desks and lift your skirts. You all have lube?” Miss Bligh asked.
Miss Bligh and Rangi watched as the girls perched on the front of their desks and lifted their skirts as instructed.
Miss Bligh continued. “Now dip your fingers in the lube, just the tips - you need a bit of friction.”
The girls obliged, dipping their fingers in to different depths but trying to follow Miss Bligh’s advice. Leila was not sure that she needed lube after just being outside by the bike shed, but she dipped her fingers in the lube anyway.
Miss Bligh resumed. “Now press your fingers between your inner and outer labia. You are all very different, some of you may not have any inner labia, and some of you have quite big inner labia, so just see what you can do with what you have. Now pull your fingers up and just brush your clitoris. That is the nice bit. Now carry on and get in to a nice rythm, and think nice thoughts.”
Miss Bligh dipped her fingers in to the lube and again began to use the technique on herself.
Rangi could feel his trousers becoming tight. There are not many places in the world, let alone on Batti that he could see such a sight as two dozen nubile girls in such short skirts pleasured themselves to a squirting orgasm.
Miss Bligh quickly came again, demonstrating how good the technique was to produce a quick orgasm, and again she squirted on the tops of the girls in the front row.
One by one the first fifteen girls came to orgasm, some squirting, and some not, but all of them enjoying their bodies nearly as much as Rangi was enjoying watching them.
“It is O.K.” Said Miss Bligh. This technique is not for everyone. Feel free to finish off any way you like if you have not orgasmed already.”
Miss Bligh beckoned Rangi. “Come with me to my office Rangi, we need to talk.”
Miss Bligh and Rangi left the masturbating girls, entered Miss Bligh’s office, and closed the door.
Miss Bligh did not bother closing the blinds, but just bent over her desk, letting her school uniform pleated skirt ride up over her bottom. “Do me from behind Rangi. You won’t be able to concentrate on what I have to say with that hard dick in your pants.”
Rangi did not need any prompting. He liked Miss Bligh, but did not take sex with her for granted. He knew that she wanted something, but had no choice but to take what was offered.
Rangi unzipped and immediately started to pound Miss Bligh against her desk. All the masturbation had got Miss Bligh in the mood, and she came twice before Rangi unloaded in to her. She was quite exhausted. Rangi was pleased that he had been able to perform so well less than fifteen minutes after he last ejaculated.
Rangi pulled out and retrousered, while Miss Bligh just remained bent over her desk for a few seconds composing herself.
Eventually Miss Bligh felt able to stand up, and sit at her desk.
“So, Miss Bligh, What can I do for you?” Asked Rangi.
“You had better sit Rangi.”
Rangi sat down opposite Miss Bligh.
“It is Leila. She is two months pregnant.” Miss Bligh announced.
Rangi looked a bit shocked. “What is it to do with me?” He asked.
“Do you want a DNA test?” Miss Bligh asked rhetorically. “She will be showing in a matter of weeks. You know that the school cannot have a scandal of a pregnant girl, I cannot have that scandal, and nor can Leila or her family.”
“How can I help?” Asked Rangi.
“Well,” Miss Bligh wondered what was between Rangi’s ears. “You could deflower her.”
“But it is too late, she is already deflowered.” Rangi stated, a little confused.
“Rangi, please. I know she is deflowered, she knows she is deflowered, and you know she is deflowered because you did it, behind the bike shed, there was a witness, you took two girls behind the bike shed at once!”
Rangi looked a bit sheepish. “Can’t you get rid of it? It might be a boy?”
“How can we have a gender reveal without revealing that she is pregnant? You are missing the point Rangi. We are trying to keep it quiet.” Miss Bligh told.
“Oh.” Said Rangi
Miss Bligh continued. “But, in the eyes of the lore, she is not yet deflowered until she has the deflowering ceremony, and no one ever checks for virginity let alone pregnancy. No one cares about that when there is the spectacle of a ceremony on the go. You will have to deflower her. She reached majority two weeks ago, so give her mother some money and do the right thing. You don’t need to buy a dress because as a pupil of this school she will be deflowered in her school uniform. Now, make it happen. I need to supervise some masturbating girls before their clitorises drop off.”
Miss Bligh left Rangi in her office and returned to supervising the girls. She was just in time to defuse an argument that broke out when one of the girls squirted into another’s hair.
“Let me remind you all of one of the key rules of sex.” Miss Bligh said authoritively. “Any goo or gunge, wherever it comes from, wherever it ends up, is fine if it occurs during sexual activity. Sexual activity includes masturbation, so any of you that has cum on your skirt, on your stockings, on your chair - its fine. Any of you who have squirted on your neighbour’s skirt, top, or even hair - that is fine too. As you get older you might completely lose control of your bladder at orgasm - that is fine too, there is no shame in wetting the bed, or anywhere else, during sex. If you want to clean up you can, but don’t feel that you need to - messy sex is fine and perfectly normal. No woman ever died because she had cum running down her thighs in the supermarket, other women will understand. If someone leaves a cummy mark on a seat you can choose if you want to sit there or not, but don’t feel guilty about leaving the cummy marks, it is perfectly natural. We are women, embrace womanhood.”
“But how do I get squirt out of my hair?” Asked Ulani
Miss Bligh chuckled. “Who squirted in Ulani’s hair?
Palila raised her hand sheepishly.
Miss Bligh smiled. “Palila, I give you a star for starting a very constructive conversation. Ulani, it will soon dry, but if it worries you just blot it with a tissue. So Palila, were you aiming for Ulani’s hair?”
Palila shook her head.
“Better luck next time then.” Said miss Bligh. Adding. “If you want to practice feel free to slip a hand under your skirt in class, as long as you can concentrate on the lesson exploration of your bodies is fine. Take your seats.
The girls all returned to sit at their desks.
Miss Bligh instructed the girls. “You may pee now.”
There was a cacophony of hissing as all the girls released their bladders where they were sitting, quickly followed by the pattering of their pee on the floor as it ran off of their chairs, pooling briefly on the floorboards before running away through the gaps. Miss Bligh wished that she could just allow the girls to pee whenever they liked, but she knew that she needed to instil some discipline in them.
It was about a week later when Leila announced to the class that she was to be deflowered. The whole class sniggered, they all now knew of her pregnancy. She announced that it was Rangi, and that he had given her mother a second-hand car as a special gift, and he was building a deflowering room.
Miss Bligh hoped that construction would be quick, she could see already that Leila’s bare tummy was not quite as flat as a schoolgirl’s tummy should be.
Rangi was not one to do anything himself if he didn’t have to, so he had engaged a builder. It took just half a day to construct the small chipboard room atop just four columns with a simple rope ladder for access. There were no tours because apart from the basic bed there was nothing in the room.
Miss Bligh was a bit disappointed with Rangi’s lack of thought for Leila’s feelings, so while Leila had excused herself from art class and was entertaining Rangi again behind the bike shed she got the rest of the class to rustle up a few decorations for the room including a nice block-printed cotton bed cover, some wall hangings, and a floor cloth hand painted to look like an Indian carpet. Miss Bligh was very pleased with how talented her girls were.
Deflowerings were always done on school days, so it was not normal for the girls to attend and watch, but since Leila was a pupil of the school an exception is made and the whole school is closed for the day, and the deflowerment becomes an official outing with the girls allocated seats in the main stand.