Chapter 53: St. Tatiana’s School for Naughty Nymphs’ Kinky Lessons

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Kristen hits on a special idea. She wants to write about her mother making a documentary at St. Tatiana’s.

Kristen thinks she’s writing about a fictional version of the Catholic girls’ school. In fact, her version of being a training ground for sluts is now true, and her mother will really be there to film all the slutty things happening.

Reality bends and warps to her pen.

Mrs. Ashley Miller
“Okay, let’s have that pillow there,” I said to Mitch, one of the guys on the crew. “Then they can start hitting each other with the pillow. Some sexy fun to get started.”

“Sure, Mrs. Miller,” said the guy.

I glanced over to the right, where the two porn stars were getting their makeup on. They were both eighteen and new graduates from St. Tatiana’s. I got some of my best, barely legal and underage talent from the school. They produced the finest schoolgirl sluts. My makeup artist was making sure they looked their best naked.

I was glad that I switched to making porn from indie horror. There was so much more money in this. Plus, my husband would star in many of my films, and it made me so wet to watch him fuck a younger woman. To know she was tighter and hotter than me.

My big-dick husband deserved all the pussy he could get. He was just a stud.

“Okay, let’s start filming,” I said, clapping my hands. My two starlets rose, ready for the pillow fight before their daddy caught them. The two girls were also sisters, so it would be some real incest because, of course, I cast their father to play their daddy.

Who else would perfectly capture that dynamic? My pussy was so wet for the shoot.

Mom arrives at St. Tatiana’s and meets with Headmistress Romanova, a voluptuous blonde woman dressed like a dominatrix. She holds a riding crop, ready to deal out punishment to any of her budding sluts who are not up to St. Tatiana’s high standards.

Mom needs to be given her initial tour of the school in preparation for the XXX-rated documentary.

Mrs. Ashley Miller
“That’s right,” I said to the two sister porn stars. They were wearing their very short tartan skirts and white blouses tied about their breasts. “You’re supposed to be studying, but you’re both so bored. You start flirting and pillow fighting, which leads to some good lesbian fun. Noisy. Then we’ll film the scene with your father.”

“Yes, Mrs. Miller,” both girls said. They took their poses, one sitting against the headboard with a book on her lap, the other lying stretched out, her bare feet near her sister as she looked at a book open on the bed before her.

“Good,” I said. I glanced at the crew. It was time to—

—meet the headmistress.

The woman who ran St. Tatiana’s strode up to me as I stood in the entrance, my main cameraman at my side. The woman who strode up to me had a dominating presence. A blonde woman with her hair pulled up into a bun and glasses to give her a serious look. She wore a black corset that lifted her big breasts into a pair of jiggling mounds, her pink nipples pierced by golden rings. The heels of her thigh-high boots clicked as she swayed toward us, her shaved pussy exposed.

Clutched in her hand was a riding crop that she looked ready to use on anyone.

“Damn,” muttered Mitch. He rubbed at his mustache. He called it his pornstache. He was usually behind the camera, but he did scenes when needed. “That’s a woman.”

“Welcome, welcome, Mrs. Miller,” said Headmistress Romanova, her boobs jiggling. Despite her intimidating aura, she had a friendly smile. “I’m so glad that you’re here. You’re a shining star to everyone here at my school. The girls of St. Tatiana consider you a role model for a woman-led business in the field of sluttery.”

“Oh, thanks,” I said, surprised by that. “I didn’t know you knew about me before I was contacted for this project.”

“Of course, we knew,” said the Headmistress. “Our students and staff enjoy watching your videos together in the classroom, in the library, and in the lounges in the dorms. I’m sure they’re watched in private in the girls’ room during their break times. We encourage our girls consume nothing but porn. That produces the best results.”

“I’m glad,” I said. “More than a few of your alumni have worked for me.” I was about to say a pair of sisters filmed for me, but ... When did that happen? I thought it was about to. I felt dizzy for a moment before ... No, no, that was rescheduled for next week. This week was the documentary.

“So we hope to promote the school and obtain more applications for next year,” said the Headmistress. “This way we can increase the amount of sluts in the world. There are just so many repressed women and those who have had their brains rotted by modern ideas like feminism and equality. We need to change the culture. And your work is so important to that.”

“Oh, thanks,” I said, this pleased smile spreading on my lips.

I followed her through the school. We passed classrooms where the freshman classes, all fourteen, were learning about positions. They had a man and a woman demonstrating up front, the girls watching on as they went through them. I smiled at all those youthful faces watching the pair demonstrate reverse cowgirl.

“Notice how he watches her butt-cheeks jiggle,” said the teacher, a voluptuous woman whose tits were all but falling out of her blouse. Her miniskirt was so short that it would slide up if she bent over. She was dressed like a MILF-teacher in one of my pornos would be. “And how she throws flirty looks back at him. Guys love flirty looks over their shoulders while you’re riding them in this position.”

The girls were taking notes, all dressed as slutty schoolgirls. They had their hair in pigtails or braids. No one had short hair. That was nice to see. Nor did they have any facial piercings or visible tattoos.

“Young minds being molded is such a beautiful thing,” said the Headmistress.

“Indeed,” I said.

The next class had slightly older girls. They were naked and masturbating with dildos. They had their feet up on their desks so they could work their dildos in and out of their cunts. They each had at least one nipple pierced, if not both. Some also had nose rings, and I spotted one tongue stud.

“They have piercings?” I asked.

“Girls get their first piercings during their freshman year,” said the Headmistress. “Of course, we don’t require where they get them. We don’t want them to all graduate with identical piercing placements. And at the start of their second year, they get their second piercing. Usually, that will be a nipple or clit piercing, but it can be a facial or a bellybutton.”

I nodded, watching them work those dildos in and out of their cunts. Their teacher moved through the room, nodding to them. They were all looking so eager. They trembled, their toes curling. They looked so happy. The air was alive with pussy cream.

My pussy burned as I watched the fun. I breathed in the wonderful aroma of their cunts. They started squealing, their orgasms taking place. They were all using fleshy dildos. At once, the girl who was cumming ripped out the dildo from her cunt.

She swallowed it.

“Blowjob practice,” said the Headmistress. “The girls have to keep training the fundamentals, and it’s more fun if the dildo is soaked in pussy cream first.”

“Of course,” I said, watching them taking more and more of the dildos. “Deep-throating, too.”

“They learn that in this year. They can all swallow cocks without gagging.” The Headmistress sounded so proud of her girls.

Indeed, they were all swallowing their dildos to the balls without any effort. Then they pulled them back out, gurgling. Drool spilled down their chins. The teacher walked around the girls, nodding her head as they worked.

The next classroom contained men groaning as girls blew them.

“Blowjob exam,” the Headmistress explained. “The girls have to demonstrate their proficiency in a variety of techniques from giving hummers, deep-throating, rapid bobbing, ball play, and taking a skull fucking.”

“This is all great,” I said. “We should probably start filming these things.”

“Let’s start with our cheer squad,” she said. “They’re going to be bred by the high school champions of our state. They won and thus have earned the right to breed the varsity cheerleaders. They have all had their period and been kept in chastity belts to make sure no accidents happen. Since they have been living together, they have synced their fertility cycles and are all ovulating today.”

“Ooh, that sounds wonderful,” I said. “Perfect way to start the video.”

The cheerleaders are all so ready to be bred. They know those boys worked hard to win, and they deserve to breed the best pussy in the state. The entire locker room quivers with excitement as the Headmistress walks in with a woman and two cameras.

My mommy is here to film the fun.

Jessica “Jessa” Phelps
“This is going to be so much fun,” Cassie said. The perky redhead grinned at me. “Songbirds, we’re going to sing!”

“Sing and cum!” I squealed, bouncing in place. My pigtails flashed. We wore our cheer uniforms. Our pleated skirts barely covered our butts and flared up to flash our asses and pussies. We were all shaved, of course, with landing strips or little patches of pubic hair on our mounds if we wanted. I had a clit piercing. Our tops were belly shirts that only covered the top half of our tits.

The fabric often flared up to flash them.

The door opened, and Headmistress Romanova entered. We all gasped and straightened. With her came another woman with blonde hair and big boobs. She wore a jean skirt and a silk blouse. There was something familiar about her. She had two men with her who had cameras that were already filming us.

“Girls, Ashley Miller of Pole Dance Films is here to record your breeding,” said the Headmistress. “It will appear in part of a promotional documentary. Young girls are going to see you being whores and want to join the Songbirds and attend this school. We’ll train future generations of sluts because of your actions.”