Chapter 3: Tuesday

Leslie had gotten her husband Randy off to work at the mega-church. On his way out the door he gave her 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 was 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.

Her smart phone buzzed, a new devotional was waiting to be read. “Guard your heart above all else, for it determines the course of your life.” Proverbs 4:23. The White Redeemer believes this means we’re supposed to protect ourselves from anything that might make us vulnerable, from revealing our weaknesses to friends and family, making a request for connection to somebody we don’t know, or even admitting our sins to one another.”

Yes, Leslie thought, I must keep this to myself as she went to her dresser. She pulled out a white push-up bra to go with her usual white blouse and knee length skirt. This particular bra emphasized her C-cup breasts, but it safely hid her breasts 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. She blushed: yet another stain, and she remembered when they moved from their previous house the movers noticing stains on the mattress 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 than a minute or so and then just rolled over and gone to sleep, leaving her desperately frustrated. She knew it was her duty as a Christian 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 teens 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, she knew girls in high school and college who regularly trimmed their crotch hair. In high school gym class, when they changed into the gym clothes, Leslie couldn’t help but notice the trimmed or completely shaved 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 Jesus as she did but they seemed to have no problem with trimming their unsightly hair and it left her confused.

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 under 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 toilet. As she flushed the toilet, she watched the hairs spiral down, 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 she 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.

Leslie looked at the razor and cream and thought of what Randy would say about her clean shaven crotch. He would probably pass judgment on her, guilt and shame. She put the razor and cream down, but then thought the only time he might notice was when they had marital relations and even then she wasn’t so sure that he would notice. Two to three minutes of pumping action and then he was done. Could she get away with it? With a shaking hand, Leslie applied the cream around the edge of her crotch and then very carefully used the razor to scrape away the stubble.

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.

As she was putting the lesson together, she 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.

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 another girls’ class on the female body and one boys class on the male body.

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 on chastity because it perverted the conjugal act, the intimate giving of spouses to each other.

Pastor Charlie 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 was a grave offense 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 national authorities didn’t prevent the production and distribution of pornographic materials. She 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 suggested.

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 an 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 men sucking cocks, 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 desk, 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 as 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 understood that the school was secular school, which made her fellow teachers uneasy about her religion.

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 girl during puberty, growing breasts, hair around the genitals, expanding hips, all preparing her for marriage and motherhood, all the stuff which 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.

Leslie’s smart phone buzzed. She looked at the devotional app. “The Lord’s unfailing love surrounds the man who trusts in him. Rejoice in the LORD and be glad, you righteous; sing, all you who are upright in heart!” Psalm 32:10,11. Remember, God controls and allows every detail of our lives. Nothing happens without His knowledge and approval.”

Miss Wolfe walked into the classroom with two bags slung over shoulders.

“Good afternoon, Mrs Gaye,” she said cheerfully.

“Hello, Miss Wolfe,” Leslie replied as she looked up from her smart phone.

“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 young woman’s judgment.

Once the room was set up, the seven girls walked in, laughing and giggling like yesterday. Miss Wolfe who was standing at the center of the classroom smiled and greeted the girls.

“Mrs Gaye, 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 teens, 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 5’2 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, teenagers.

“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 the 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 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 first 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 areola 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 the 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 would be 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 nipple 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 giving the two girls 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 teens 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 breasts, 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 quiet down, 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 these 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, 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 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 pretense 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. 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 breasts,” Miss Wolfe said dismissively. “Oh, and girls, be sure to tell your teacher how you like your breasts sucked...”