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Chapter 6
Planning the Field Trip
I’m going to skip forward at this point, as the tales of my new adventure are many and could fill several books. I may come back to them later, but at the moment it seems appropriate to highlight and focus on Missy’s role at the Gilmore School for Girls.
And since most of this chapter will be about Missy, let me be more definitive about her looks:
Five feet four inches tall, her hair was red, but a very light color. Not dark or deep, but closer to light copper.
Her blue eyes were exceptionally light, much closer to sky than water, big, wide and innocent.
All this was consistent with her milky skin, which was soft but unfreckled.
She was remarkably shaped, accented by her excellent posture. Not terribly busty, but with a perky bubble-butt, in spite of her extraordinary femininity.
Her breasts were a firm B cup, with light pink nipples that topped them off like cotton candy.
Gentle femininity befitted her description perfectly.
She appeared as unathletic as a girl could be. She was shapely, but with hardly any muscular definition at all. Totally the opposite of her classmate Laura, who could move mountains with her Amazonian body.
But Missy’s appeal was just as strong, in a totally different way. If there were ever a girlish girl, she was that. The height of softness. The image of innocence. The picture of gentility. She appeared nearly helpless when it came to anything physical. But this was not the case mentally. She was bright and insightful in that department.
She was a snappy dresser as well. All the girls were pretty good at this, but Missy had a real talent for putting an outfit together. Our school uniform was a gray plaid, which they could all wear either in a short skirt or a jumper dress. We also had loose-fitting shorts that came to mid-thigh. Missy was very good at mixing the various accessories, which ranged from a matching bow tie and long socks of white or gray, to the suspenders with a scarf or matching jacket. She was very conscious of color and coordination.
As the only virgin in my special class, she was unique, and it gradually became a natural goal that her first experience should be the pinnacle of achievement for this initial semester. The question was, what would we have her do? I had an idea that was germinating. And the more I thought about it, the more perfect I thought it would be…
I met with Jordan Marcus one morning and I gave him my idea: I wanted to breed our virgin Missy with a dog. I wondered if it had been done before.
“No,” he said cautiously. “Not here, anyway. As you know from your own experience, we encourage that theme. But the students that have been open to it have all graduated. None of them were virgins, either. But I like the idea, and I will pass it along to the board and maybe a few sponsors…”
He did that and the response was overwhelming. The sponsors would love to see it and so would the board. Particularly Wendy and Wanda Gilmore.
So, this became my goal, and Katie was also in full support. I was also getting a vibe from the girls in class that made me think they would be all over this. Interesting things were happening.
Our school was endowed enough for all the girls to have their own separate dorm room, and since my class had begun, and with the surveillance equipment fully operational now, we could see that some of the girls were beginning to interact sexually. Several of the girls were sleeping with each other openly, and they were not being particularly exclusive about it.
I was concerned at first that Missy and the other three virgins were not participating yet, but this did seem logical when I thought about it. I promised myself to give it some consideration and take the proper course of action. Along with Missy the three other inexperienced girls were Debbie, Jessie and Britney. Debbie and Britney were both blonde, while Jessie’s hair was jet black. They were all just eighteen and were new at the school, just as Missy was.
But Missy stood out among them. While softer and more feminine than the others, being in my class put her a step ahead of the other three. It was a feather in her cap that she wore with pride. In addition, I felt like it stimulated her lust for adventure and kept her mind open to new ideas. All four of these girls would be giving up their cherry fairly soon and I hoped the school would be part of that. Was it a good thing that the other three were NOT in my class? Hmmm… Maybe I should rethink that one. The four virgins were forming a sort of group, and the other five were, more or less, letting that happen. I hoped that division would not become too strong, at least for a while. My class had become a kind of a catalyst, so I needed to be conscious of that.
But doing Missy was opportune right now, so I would concentrate on that.
With the additional cameras in the girls’ rooms there was actually so much information coming in that we had to hire a full time person to edit the footage for us so we didn’t get bogged down with all the slower moments. Between the classrooms, the library and the residence this was a full time job. This worked out very well, as I was now getting regular reports about the girls’ activities.
What quickly became significant to me was that outside the sleeping quarters, the porn section of our library was becoming the most popular spot in the school after hours. Not only that, but the bestiality section was getting a lot of that action. There was excellent footage of all nine girls in there, nearly always one at a time. I inquired about how long the visits were, and was pleased to find that Missy had been in there longer than any of the girls except for Laura and Ridley.
It was time for the next step:
It would be in my classroom.
“Okay girls,” I said, standing up from my desk, “We’ve talked about the spectrum of sexual orientation. Today we’re going to step outside of that and I’m going to talk about bestiality. This has come up a few times now, so before there are any misconceptions, I’m going to address it. So, I’ll start and then we’ll have questions.
“We know it’s taboo, we know it’s extreme, and we know it’s illegal in some countries, and this is not one of them. It does not appeal to everyone, but it has increased in popularity lately. It’s not a new idea. It’s been around for centuries, actually. It is more refined and safer than it used to be, but remember, whenever you have a penis and a vagina, no matter what kind, the two will always try to find each other.”
This brought out smiles and murmurs. That was good. I wanted to keep this subject light.
“So, I’m going to start off in reference to dogs. More specifically, a male dog with a female human. We can talk about horses and other animals in another class. And if you want more reference than what we’ve got here I would suggest you join the beastforum, which is on the internet, or go to the library where we have plenty of resources. And of course, you can always see me during office hours, one on one.”
I paced a few steps, then turned to face them.
“So……, what makes a dog special? What makes this animal unique compared to most others? I can pretty much sum it up with one word. A four-letter word. The knot. That’s K-N-O-T. I’ll talk about that in a minute. But I’m sure, if you’ve already seen one, you know that the shape of a dog’s penis is unique. Instead of a bulbous head like a human, a dog’s is pointed. Also, the shaft is not totally symmetrical like the human’s. Another feature, that’s really quite remarkable, is the hinge. A dog’s erection can actually be turned and pointed backwards, still retaining its rigidity, which no other animal that I know of can do.
“But, going back to the knot… This is a bulge that forms at the base, and it grows during arousal.” I paused then. I spoke more calmly. “So once the dog starts to fuck you, this bulge gets bigger until he’s ready to push it inside you…”
The room was totally still now. This slight change in reference did the trick. The girls were riveted. I continued speaking in the same tone.
“Once he does that, if he is successful and if the fit is a reasonable match, this bulge, or knot as it’s called, creates a seal between the male and female. They are essentially LOCKED together, making it impossible for the female to separate from him. There is no escape. None. This can be somewhat uncomfortable for the human partner. But it can also be very satisfying, and is considered quite a turn-on by anyone watching.”
I paused for a moment. My students were all still watching without a sound.
“I should add that there is usually a lot of pre-cum, but once the knot is in place, his ejaculation will really begin. He will be climaxing at that point and will continue to cum, even after what happens next, which is called the “TIE”. With the erection still inside you, your canine partner will turn 180 degrees, facing away from you, with his erection hinging from the base while the knot and shaft remain locked inside you. Sperm, and lots of it…, will still be flowing… into you… for about another full minute, and then he will remain butt to butt with you until he is completely finished. He won’t move at all until his knot recedes and then you’ll be released. This can take up to FORTY minutes….”
I stopped.
The silence was so thick you could cut it with a knife. You could hear a pin drop. The girls were frozen, their eyes locked on me. In a voice just above a whisper, I said: “Questions…?”
Laura, unlike herself, raised her hand meekly. I looked her way.
“Have you…… done it?”
Speaking softly but not whispering, I looked straight at her. “Yes.”
It was all I said, but at that exact moment I was never more glad that I HAD done it. I could almost feel the collective sigh from the girls.
There was a longer than usual silence. But I knew that my credentials as their teacher had just been verified.
It was Candy who spoke first. “Wow……”
Ridley went next. “How long… were you tied?”
I smiled coyly at the question. “Which time?”
There were more gasps from the class.
I decided to lighten things up. “Okay,” I said. “I’ve done it twice, the first time from the front, and we were tied for only about five minutes. The second time was anal, and that was doggie style. We tied for longer that time, probably about ten minutes. They both happened in one session, and there was a lot happening along with it.”
This time it was Laura’s turn to say wow. There it was. I had laid it all out for them. She continued, asking, “You had….. you had help?”
I nodded. “Yes, there was plenty of help. Katie was with me, and she did it also. We did it together. And we had men AND women helping.”
They were still quiet and tentative, letting all this sink in.
It was Candy who asked the next question. “So dogs… cum a lot?”
I smiled. “For sure. There can be a lot of pre-cum also. Not always, but sometimes. But once he’s locked it really spurts hard. You can definitely feel it inside you. Especially in the ass.”
Her eyes widened at my answer to her question.
Laura finally asked, “Would you do it again?”
I turned toward her and nodded. “Yes. I definitely would.”
The girls all seemed stunned. No hands went up.
“Any more questions?”
No hands went up.
“Okay. Let’s stop for today.”
The girls were all quietly intense as they left. As she turned toward the door, Laura looked my way. Her face was devoid of expression, but she looked at me and nodded.
The next day I announced a field trip. We would go to a kennel and witness a breeding. I could tell right away that they all liked the idea. It was Katie’s suggestion actually, and since it was her idea, I invited her along.
Jordan set it up for me, but I was not surprised to find that the place we were going belonged to Gilmore.
When we got there the sign read, Gilmore Farms and Kennel, LTD. Below that it said RRMears Enterprises.
All six of our girls were suitably impressed, as was I, when we arrived at the facility in the school’s minivan. The property was immaculate, and I supposed I shouldn’t have been surprised when I knew it was owned by our two beautiful twins.
We were met upon arrival by a man and a woman. They were a couple obviously although I wasn’t sure that they were married. But I could tell they knew everything about Gilmore and the school, even as they tried their best to suppress the looks they were throwing toward the girls. Even so they were very professional, and Harold and Betty, as they were called, gave us a tour of the place as they revealed the schedule for the day.
As we began the tour I was quite proud of my students who were all taking a keen interest in what we were being shown. In their matching uniforms they could have passed for a group of flighty prep-school girls, giggly and scatterbrained, especially appearing as diverse as they did. With Laura at six feet one and Candy at four feet nine, they appeared a very dissimilar group. But their manners and attentiveness quickly demonstrated that they were all very mature and intelligent, aware of everything that was going on around them. Harold and Betty picked up on this right away and my girls got instant respect.
We started off in a large barn which contained a long row of stalls which were actually dog runs. The place was remarkably clean, the lighting was a gentle mixture of outdoor and incandescent, and the place was immaculate.
“What a beautiful facility,” I commented as we entered the building.
“Thank you,” said Harold. “You may note the unique design, with all the stalls on the inside, leaving a track along the exterior wall, giving us plenty of room to let the dogs run and exercise if we want to keep them indoors. That way we can control them without a leash, and since this building is more than a hundred feet long there is lots of distance for them.
“How clever,” said Katie.
“Mr. Mears liked the design so much he built a new horse barn the same way.”
We were starting at one end of the barn, which had a wide double door and an office, with plenty of space between them. Enough for a van or a farm vehicle.
I saw Jasmine look up toward the ceiling and noticed a camera mounted up high.
Before she could say something, I asked, “You have a lot of surveillance here Harold?”
He nodded. “Nearly everywhere. These are very valuable dogs and we are tight on security. Plus, as you will see, we film each breeding from several angles. This provides us proof of paternity, which is now required by the AKA.”
“That’s the American Kennel Association,” explained Betty.
The spot was wide enough, so I turned to Katie. “I think we should have a group photo.”
Her face brightened. “Good idea.”
I turned to the group. “Girls, let’s all line up and face the camera for a minute. Betty, will you and Harold join us?”
“Sure, we will,” answered the woman.
“Is there sound as well?” I asked.
“On this camera there is,” replied Harold. “Not on all of them, but a few of the key spots have sound.”
I had each of the girls introduce themselves by name and Katie and I did the same.
As we started down the corridor to begin our tour, Harold gave us a cautionary warning.
“You will probably notice that a lot of our dogs have erections today. The reason for that is that we have three bitches in heat and the scent is quite strong here.”
“Are they the ones being bred today?” I asked.
“Yes. Normally they’d be more isolated, but today we had to bring them in closer.”
“Have your phones ready girls,” I spoke lightly. My voice sounded like I was kidding but I really wasn’t.
“Normally we wouldn’t allow photography,” Harold said seriously. “But since you’re all part of the school it is all right.”
I looked at him seriously. “That’s good to know. Maybe we’ll get some special photos.”
The doggies were magnificent. The finest of their breeds and the variety was exceptional. There was a Boxer, a Pitbull, a Dalmation, a Poodle, a Rottweiller, and a white Doberman.
There were at least a half dozen more breeds that I had never heard of.
They were all males of course, and it was interesting to note that they were all medium to large dogs, just about the right size to take on a human female partner.
At least five of them had erections that were fully visible, and the girls did take quite a few pictures with their phones.
There was not a lot of giggling, and the girls were suitably impressed with all the endowments they got to see.
Once our tour was finished we were led to another smaller building where we would witness a breeding.
My students didn’t know that I was in on the arrangement of this, and although there were three breedings taking place today, the one I picked for them to see was the white Doberman. This is a rare breed, with the animal slightly larger and bulkier than the normal Doberman. The head is shaped more like a Pitbull, in fact they are often mistaken for that breed, although they are slightly taller and leaner.
We had in fact seen this dog during our tour, and his name was Reese. I had been very happy to see that Missy was particularly taken with this one, since I knew ahead of time that we would see him in action.
Here is how it happened:
The eight of us filed into a room that was about eighteen by twelve feet, with two high windows for natural light. It was nicely appointed, with removable carpet on the floor and additional incandescent lighting. Harnesses and leashes of various kinds hung on one wall. There was an apparatus known as a breeding restraint in the corner.
The room was open and mostly unfurnished, except for about a dozen folding chairs that surrounded the obvious center stage.
We stayed together, waiting to be directed.
Betty came in next, bringing the bitch, whose name was Lilly Marlene, Lilly for short. She was a well-groomed female, very pretty, and definitely a show dog.
As all eight of us stood along the wall we noticed a surveillance camera above, and there were two in addition, set up on tripods.
Lilly looked rather docile as Betty led her to the center of the room, then turned her to face us. “Please come in close, and sit down if you’d like to.”
We all moved in, taking the closest seats we could get, half surrounding Betty and Lilly.
The girls were quiet, but I broke the silence.
“You don’t use a restraint in this case?” I asked.
Betty answered easily, “Not for this pair. It’s marginal really, but we’re hoping it’s not necessary.”
“What’s a restraint?” asked Ridley.
Betty looked toward the corner. “There’s one right there. It’s a device used to protect the female. If the male is big he can overpower the female, even to the point of injury. Lilly is pretty strong, but even so, we should all be ready in case there is a problem. We’ll need everyone to help if we have to separate them. It’s a last resort, and we’ll only do that if she’s in danger.
I made a mental note to explain this further to the class.
When the voices stopped, the sliding door opened again and Harold entered with Reese on a leash.
With him was a beautiful woman, finely dressed, whom I assumed was the owner of Lilly. Her hair was a deep red color and she looked slightly familiar somehow.
She threw a confident look to the group of us, her eyes finally settling on me.
“Are you Ms. Parker?” she asked.
I nodded. “I am.” I stood up and stepped forward to greet her. Katie stood up as well, then all the girls did the same.
Her hand reached out as she spoke. “My name is Rebecca Mears.”
I knew the name. She and her husband were well known in the world of purebred dogs.
“It’s nice to meet you,” I said, taking her hand and shaking it firmly.
“And these must be the Gilmore girls,” she mused with a smile.
“Yes, they are, and this is my partner Katie,” I clarified.
She and Katie shook hands and Katie’s face brightened as they smiled at each other. I was not surprised that Katie was mistaken for one of the students.
“Lilly is yours?” I asked respectfully.
She nodded. “Yes. She is unbred at this point and so is Reese.”
“Looks like they’ll make a good pair,” I observed.
“Yes, we think so,” she agreed.
At that point Reese, who had been behaving well so far, made a small yelp and pulled against the leash. He was trying to get to Lilly.
We all hushed at that point, realizing his need.
Rebecca gestured, “Please, come in closer. Let’s watch…”
She obviously had no intention of sitting, so we all remained standing as we turned toward the center stage.
Opposite us, Harold bent down and unsnapped the leash from Reese’s collar. “Okay boy. She’s all yours.”
I heard some gasps and looked downward, seeing Reese’s erection at full mast. Stiff and very eager, with the knot already forming at the base.
He went to her front first, sniffed for just a second nose to nose, then moved right around behind her.
One whiff told him all he wanted to know. His instincts told him exactly what to do.
Up on her back quickly, she almost buckled under his weight, then lifted and braced herself.
The girls held their breath.
Her look was stoic and rather passive, and her manner defined the word willing.
Meanwhile her partner was just the opposite. Eagerly probing to the point of desperation, his hips thrust forward and back, the erection jabbing into the open air.
I was just beginning to wonder if Harold would help him when he found his target and drove his cock balls deep into Lilly’s waiting opening.
She gave a yelp and so did he, and the two of them went at it like nothing before.
Reese slammed her so hard she nearly buckled again, and her entire body shook with the violence of it. A flash glance at the camera and the girls told me that we were all being filmed. And every face in the audience was serious and attentive as we watched the breeding.
We could see Lilly was straining to brace herself, working hard to keep her front legs under her, as her male partner pummeled her relentlessly. There was a dull smacking sound as they collided and we could see the bright red shaft disappearing into Lilly’s slippery sleeve.
What lasted only one hundred forty seconds seemed like an eternity as Lilly got beaten and battered by her animal lover.
Finally, we could see the huge knot, swelling at the base, ready to be thrust into the helpless female.
Just at that time Reese rammed forward with all his might, eliciting another yelp from Lilly, who still managed to hang on.
Interestingly, Lilly was not the only female who faltered at that moment. Three places down from me, Missy nearly fainted, her own knees giving out as Laura and Jasmine both grabbed her arms. She quickly righted herself and I saw her refocus on the happening, but this had obviously affected her tremendously.
Reese knotted and tied with Lilly as we all continued to look on.
Missy continued to be supported by Jasmine and Laura and she clung to them with appreciation as she focused, while we all kept our eyes on the last of the event.
Our hosts noticed everything, and I was nearly certain I had seen Rebecca nod when she saw it.
We waited respectfully for the mating couple to finish, and when our big hound pulled out there was such a gusher of sperm that Missy nearly fainted again. In fact, there were ooo’s and gasps from all the girls, including Katie.
As we started to break up, Katie spoke to me under her breath. “She’s gonna be fantastic……”
“You got that right,” I replied without moving my lips.
Missy was still in the company of Laura and Jasmine as I approached her.
“Are you all right?”
“Yes.” Her voice was breathless. “I… shouldn’t have skipped breakfast this morning.”
“You’re sure?”
She nodded again.
On the way home the eight of us were cozy in my minivan, with Katie in the front passenger seat with me.
Jasmine was sitting between Candy and Cindy in the back seat, and in the far back seat Missy was between Ridley and Laura.
The girls were fairly quiet until we got to McDonalds, where we would have lunch. Katie and I kept to ourselves and let the girls talk as they wished.
Between the restaurant, the break from school, and the fact that it was my treat put all six of the girls in a friendly mood as we exited the car.
The restaurant was a scene unto itself. Katie and I smiled at each other as we observed the reaction of the patrons while our six uniformed beauties came through the door. Being a lunch hour in a busy spot, the place was packed. For a moment the entire restaurant went quiet.
Katie and I were not the least bit surprised, but I have to admit it felt very good to be the leader of such a show-stopping group. Men and women were riveted, and it took nearly a full minute before conversation resumed. Even then we all noticed the eyes.
Katie looked at me and said quietly, “Well, there’s no doubt this group is stunning…”
I nodded. “That is for sure.”
The girls couldn’t help but notice the attention they were getting, but they were courteous and mature, and I was quite proud of their behavior as they lined up and gave their orders. We went to an outdoor table to eat, and I was at the rear of them when a nice looking man approached me.
“Excuse me, Miss. I just have to ask you.”
I turned to face him.
“Where did you find such a lovely group of girls?”
I smiled at him. “The Gilmore School,” I answered, offering nothing else.
“Well, I’ve never seen so much beauty in one spot. Including yourself. Thanks for coming in here.”
“Thank you for the compliment,” I returned with a smile. “I’ll pass that along to the girls.”
“Good. You’ve just made my day.”
I gave him a grateful chuckle. “Thanks.”
As I joined our group I wondered what he might think if he knew what these girls and I had done together. Maybe someday he would see it, I mused to myself.
During the quarter-hour ride from our stop to the school, the girls were much more talkative, and finally a question emerged from the back seat. It was from Ridley.
“Is it okay to ask a sort-of class question even though we’re not in class?” she asked.
“I think so,” I replied. “Why not?”
I could see the reflections in the rearview mirror, and it was obvious that Missy was not eager to have this question asked. She was trying to get Ridley to back off, but she wouldn’t.
“What’s your question?” I pressed.
“Okay… If a girl uses a dildo and breaks her hymen, is she still considered a virgin?”
Katie looked at me intensely as I prepared to answer.
Looking back in the mirror, seeing Missy’s face and Laura’s as well, I spoke clearly. “Definitely still a virgin,” I said firmly. “A hymen can be broken in several ways. But for it to be considered intercourse, the act must be with a live penis.”
Katie nodded in agreement with my response.
I added, “As a matter of fact, on the rare instances when a bride is a virgin, she might go to the doctor ahead of time and have the hymen surgically removed.”
Missy’s lips were tightly pressed, knowing the reference had to be about her, since she was the only cherry in the group.
My car was one of the few places where we weren’t recorded, and I’d have to pass this question along to Dr. Marcus…… Interesting……
As it turned out, there was an important meaning behind that simple question I’d been asked in the car. I had told Jordan about it that afternoon, and two days later he called me after the school day was over. It was something important, and would I come to a meeting of the board that evening. Katie was invited also, since we were partners.
That night found the two of us in the communication center of the school, a building I had not visited before. It was quite impressive in its technology, and I could see that the school had not cut corners in THIS department.
There were a number of familiar faces there, notably Dr. Moon, Roger Van Dyke and Michael Lambert, along with Marcus. I had not seen the four of them together since our first tryst. They were very friendly toward Katie and me.
Also, there were the Gilmore twins, looking as chic and lovely as ever, still sharply attentive to everything in the room as well as the school.
And I was interested to see Rebecca Mears, who introduced me to her husband Randall.
“It’s very nice to meet you, Randall,” I said, shaking his hand after I was told to use his first name.
“You are a very nice addition to our little group,” he said sincerely, “And this new class you have started is inspirational!”
“I’m grateful for your words,” I told him as Rebecca smiled.
Two other men were present who turned out to be sponsors. Their names were Stewart and Will. I missed their last names. And last, a stunning woman who was not introduced to us.
We were soon gathered into a fairly large conference room, with a big screen along one wall, and no table, just a lot of chairs.
Jordan stood up and took over the proceedings.
“We are here for two reasons,” he said, leading off. “First, we have some exceptional offers from some foreign sponsors, the grand total of which has just slipped over the seven figure mark.”
Katie glanced at me as we both did the math.
“Our second purpose is to view some of the footage which has led us to these offers. I want to introduce you to our very talented editor, who has put together this clip. She has not only condensed it perfectly for us, but her talents have given us something that is having more success in the market than we ever imagined possible. Paula, would you get up and take a bow for us?”
As the very attractive woman stood up, Jordan said, “May I present Ms. Paula Winterberger…”
Before I knew it the room broke into a mild applause, as the lovely lady took a bow and blushed shyly at the same time.
We all settled in then, as though to watch a movie, all of us turning our cushy chairs toward the wall with the screen. Lights were dimmed and the wall lit up just as though we were at the cinema.
Katie and I were both dying of curiosity now, and we were awed when the entire screen filled with a recording of Jasmine walking into one of the girls’ dorm rooms. She was followed immediately by Candy, and then by Cindy.
As Cindy entered the room, she turned and closed the door, then locked it.
My heart was pounding! This was incredible!
The view then switched to a different camera, and we could now see not only the three girls who had just entered, but my other three students also. Missy was sitting on the bed, while Laura and Ridley were facing her, one standing, one sitting.
The volume came up slowly and we could hear the girls talk….
It began with Missy. Looking somewhat concerned, her gaze went to Ridley, then Laura. “What do you think Miss Parker would say about this?”
Ridley answered first. “I think she would be all for it.”
Laura nodded. “I’m certain of it.”
“I sort of feel like I should have spoken to her about it first.”
“I think it will be fine if you tell her about it after the fact,” Ridley offered.
Laura nodded. “You don’t need her permission.”
It was Missy’s turn to nod. “I know. I really want to do it. I just……”
Laura added, “I think she would want you to be bold about this.”
Ridley nodded and the other girls murmured their assent.
At that, Missy’s eyes lit up. “You might be right about that.”
I was quite complimented at the reference to me, and I could feel the others in the room observing my reaction. Katie looked at me also, then took my hand and squeezed it. I squeezed her back.
I had only an inkling of what was about to happen when Ridley handed a small canvas bag to Laura and she reached inside.
My eyes widened along with Katie’s as she pulled out a plastic, flesh-colored dildo, with straps attached on both sides of the base.
At the same time, Missy began to unbutton, standing up from the bed so she could undress completely.
Laura handed the dildo back to Ridley, then began to remove her own uniform.
“Ohh…. My God…” I gasped softly, hoping I knew what was coming.
There were murmurs from the entire audience, as those who had not seen this realized...
Glancing toward Paula, I saw that she was smiling. I knew right then that we were going to get what we wanted. She had done the editing and she knew what was about to happen……
The room got quiet again.
Then there was a commotion among the other girls in the room, and Candy spoke up for them. “Mis……,” she held up her phone, “Mind if we all record this?”
Missy casually shook her head. “It’s okay…”
My heart skipped a beat as they all lifted their phones and began to record what Laura and Missy were doing.
The impact of this event was beginning to sink in, and Katie and I both realized what a momentous coupling this would be. It was obvious that it happened the night after the field trip. And the question Ridley had asked in the car had paved the way. Missy could do this and still be a virgin. So, they had most certainly discussed this and planned it out. They both wanted it. They ALL wanted it. But it would be more than that. If Laura was going to fuck Missy, it would be akin to Beauty and the Beast. Or at least the Giant and the Gentle Princess. They were both beauties in their own right, but physically as different as night and day. This would be a very hot display. A real submission.
Their clothes were coming off, and somehow it was even sexier that the other girls were leaving their clothing on.
I thought of a further significance of this mating just then.
A dildo that size would definitely burst Missy’s hymen, and as I had said, she would still technically be a virgin. Since only a real cock can take a cherry, we might still see Missy’s deflowering another time. So… it was quite possible we could still put her with a dog to give up her official cherry, and she might be even more open to that. I had to wonder if the girls had talked about that as well.
So, Laura would break her in perfectly.
Once Laura was undressed, the girls all stood back and filmed as she attached the strap-on. Our audience was hushed by her statuesque body as she made herself ready. She was just plain amazing in the nude.
Ridley positioned herself first, moving carefully. The full-size bed was against the wall, and she sat sideways and cross-legged on the bed with her back against it. She still wore her school uniform, a skirt with a front-buttoning blouse, open at the neck.
Missy was totally unclad now, her milk-white skin nearly glowing, her breasts proud and ready as she mounted the mattress. She laid herself back, putting her head on the pillow, her hips nearly even with Ridley, who was on her right side.
Ridley reached out, her left hand engulfing Missy’s right breast, while her right slid down until her fingers found the bright red triangle of her gentle bush.
Missy closed her eyes and breathed tentatively while her friend tried to relax her. She left her hands at her side while Ridley kneaded the nipple gently and stroked the soft mat down below.
I have to say it was as good as any porn movie I’ve seen, and maybe better. Because it was a real happening and I knew all the players… And, of course, it was also un-staged. Having the extra cameras made it almost like being there for the audience.
Missy’s eyes were wide with the drama as her friend knelt onto the mattress. She drew her left leg up, making room, leaving her right leg straight.
Then in a move that was gentle but oh, so inviting, she straightened her left and moved her legs apart, spreading them wider and wider, until her right foot touched the wall and her left was at the edge of the mattress. Her tender young opening was right there for all to see, ready for its first visitor, with cameras going and watchful eyes observing. A stunning sight it was, and the audience was breathless as we anticipated Laura’s next move.
With the grace of an antelope, our lovely amazon pivoted and brought her knees in between Missy’s opened calves. She was kneeling straight up, looking bold and proud as the erect phallus rose from the front of her hips.
Ridley was poised beside them, and she took Missy’s right hand as it came up to seek hers. She kept her other hand on Missy’s chest.
Softly, Laura asked, “Are you wet, Mis?”
The redhead nodded silently.
It was Jasmine who made the next move. Lowering her phone, she spoke, “I think the head of THAT should be wet,” she offered, leaning forward.
Laura nodded in agreement. “Good idea.”
Jasmine eased in and surrounded the plastic cockhead with her mouth, taking it in several inches, moistening as she went.
Seeing her small mouth widely distended for the width of it was really hot, and there were murmurs from the crowd now as this unexpected bonus came our way.
But Jasmine didn’t linger, knowing everyone was waiting for the main event. She slipped off, leaving the cockhead glistening and wet as she picked up her phone and aimed it once more.
From our angle it was getting difficult to see, but we soon understood why. Jasmine spoke again, saying “We need more light here.” She pressed something on her phone, and Missy’s lower body lit up nicely, highlighting the area where the contact would soon be made. She backed away slightly then, and we had an unobstructed view from our side. It was ideal.
I spoke softly then, to Katie, “What I wouldn’t give for the footage from some of those phones…”
Our room was so quiet that I was heard by Paula Winterberger, and she replied. “Me too,” she agreed. “And if you can manage to borrow any of their phones, I would love to integrate that into this. Sponsors would like it too.”
I shrugged as I answered. “I might be able to do that. Let me think about it.”
She nodded and we all turned back to the screen, watching Laura begin to suspend herself over Missy.
Still hovering, she lowered her face first, and Missy quickly understood.
They kissed.
It was gentle but lengthy, with Laura having no trouble holding herself up, taking her time to savor the taste of Missy’s lips and mouth, finding her tongue as well. She finally lifted off, but kept her mouth inches from her partner’s.
“I’m gonna put it in just a little way at first,” she explained in a soft tone.
Missy nodded.
They both looked down.
As we watched their faces, Laura was concentrating, and Missy looked expectant.
When Laura moved, we could tell when the contact was made. Missy’s eyes closed. Then her mouth. Then she bit her lower lip.
“Nice and slow now,” Laura went.
She worked it in carefully, taking her time, backing up a time or two to further lubricate the head.
Missy kept her eyes closed.
We could see her body was tense, her breathing shallow.
When Laura paused, she bent down and kissed Missy again, lightly this time.
“I think I’m right up against your cherry now. Can you feel it?”
“I…… I think so……”
“I’m not going to do anything yet. But I am going to pump you a little bit, okay? Just relax now…”
Missy nodded.
With that, Laura began to rock, sending the shaft in and out of Missy, still suspended and keeping a space between their two bodies. She was supported with her hands and the balls of her feet. Her hips gyrated, and the breasts swung slightly as she went to work. Her eyes were fixed on Missy’s face, watching her reaction…
The camera angle changed then, and for a brief moment we saw them all from a different corner of the room. This one still showed them all from above Missy’s head, the view coming over her right shoulder, showing Ridley against the wall, with Candy, Cindy and Jasmine all filming from the other side of the bed, each holding their phone from a different spot as they peeked over from behind.
“Doing perfect, baby,” Laura soothed as she gently fucked the pretty redhead.
“Ohh…, ohh…, ohh…, ohh…,” Missy began to gasp, losing control.
Laura’s body continued to rock and Missy continued to receive, with everyone else silent and bright-eyed.
“Thaaaaaaaat’s the baby,” Laura patronized.
The rhythm of her pumping was perfectly steady. Nearly effortless……
Missy blinked and continued to mew gently as the shaft went in and out of her.
Then something beautiful happened. Laura stopped moving, and looked down, right into Missy’s eyes. She moved her face so close their noses were almost touching. Their eyes locked. Then Laura spoke softly, but clearly.
“You are so beautiful, Missy. Like a sweet and innocent flower, so soft and so feminine… I’ve wanted to touch you from the first. To hug you, to drink you in, to make love to you. Thank you for opening up… for ripening, and for joining us in this world of adventure…”
There were tears in Missy’s eyes.
“Oh, Laura, I love you so much! Thank you for guiding me. For helping me. For accepting me. And for taking my body…. Thank you…”
And then they kissed. Soft and sweet, and they held it for a long moment. I could see the loving faces of the other girls, and this wonderous closeness they all had was a miracle to behold.
And then they stopped kissing. Laura lifted and looked at Missy again. And she started to rock. Once more they were fucking.
Missy kept her eyes on her friend, making a subtle nod as the rod moved in and out again.
The camera switched, this time aiming from below them, not a great angle to see anything except Laura’s back, which hid most of Missy. But knowing what was going on below her, it was still quite dramatic as the wonder of Laura’s body, engaged in its athletic prowess, was perfectly displayed from her heels to her shoulders. The delicious rise of her ass was the focal point as it moved, with the view still further enhanced by the broad expanse of her naked back, skin smooth and uninterrupted all the way to her neck and shoulders. And she was pumping……
As the camera returned to its first and best angle we could see that Laura was moving a little bit faster now, and Missy’s gasps were rising in passion. Her eyes were glazed over and she looked up toward the ceiling.
They were in the next phase…
“I’m fucking you, honey…”
“Oh, Laura!”
“I’m bangin’ that beautiful body, with everyone watching…”
“Oh, my God!”
“And we’re just getting started…”
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” she went.
She appeared to be closing in on a climax, in her own world now.
“Thaaaaaaaat’s my baby……”
Laura’s thrusts were still shallow, but steady as a rock.
The group of us watching this on film were mesmerized now, with every head facing the screen. This was amazing for me. My entire class of teenagers interacting together in the residence!
We were all on the edge of our seats, as the tension climbed to the boiling point.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!”
Missy’s head was thrashing from side to side now.
Laura slid in and out effortlessly and relentlessly.
“Thaaaat’s my baby……… Doin’ perfect now….,” she droned, still fucking.
We could all see her buttocks flexing.
But our eyes were mostly on Missy’s face. She was very close now. Building nicely, still the innocent babe in the woods, who was almost ready for her release.
“Here we go baby,” warned Laura.
“Oh! Laura! Oh!!!!”
Laura’s jaw tightened and with one determined thrust she plunged forward, bursting through Missy’s hymen, shoving the cockhead right to the end of her sheath.
“UNNN!!!” went the girl on top.
“AIIIIIIIYYYYEEEE!!!!!” came the squeal below.
She pushed in and held, Missy wailing in response, her head rolling back into the pillow while her body went into uncontrollable throes, her legs kicking out as her upper body undulated with convulsions.
Laura’s timing was perfect.
Missy was cumming and we could all see it.
Laura held the rod firmly in the depths of her little cunny, riding it right along with her, stabilizing her with her own body, which she now gently lowered onto her tender young partner.
The other girls cried out softly in sympathy, unable to resist, even as they watched and filmed, and enjoyed the show.
Missy thrashed and bucked, and Laura held her down, her own body firm while her partner’s legs jerked and her hands gripped whatever she could find.
In our room there was a collection of heavy breathing, and we all felt the relief of release as the climax crested and bloomed.
We still kept watching however, eager to share the girls’ exchanges after the moment. And we were further rewarded as Laura and Missy kissed again, then shared their lips with the other girls. Missy was tended to by all of them, with hugs and congratulations as well as getting attention to her gentle girlhood, which was soon covered with a warm compress.
She seemed to recover quickly, and was soon smiling and enjoying the company of her comrades in her room.
The film then skipped ahead, showing the girls getting ready to disburse for the night.
“We drew straws to see who would get to sleep with you tonight, and Ridley won,” said Laura. “Is that okay with you?”
Missy smiled and looked toward Ridley. “Sure, it is.”
Ridley smiled back gratefully.
“And a day or two from now you should be ready for the real thing,” Laura added.
With another smile Missy said gratefully, “I’ll never forget tonight.”
“I won’t either,” returned Laura.
Paula skipped ahead again and showed the two girls together in the full size bed. We were all impressed with the equipment, as we could all hear what the girls were saying.
Ridley asked, “Have you thought any more about who you want to be your first?”
She answered slowly, but openly. “Jasmine wants it to be……, well, maybe…. a, ummm, well, a doggie. She saw how I reacted at the breeding.”
I froze. My entire body tingled.
Jesus.
Katie found my hand and squeezed.
I couldn’t even speak……
Ridley smiled. “I agree with her. You were great at the breeding. We could all tell you were into it… That was so hot…… It would be incredibly special….”
“I’m pretty nervous about it. No matter who it is.”
“That’s only natural your first time. Of course you are.”
“I want it to be special, and I’m afraid if I just do it with a guy it will let everyone down.”
“That’s very thoughtful and generous of you. And we all want to be there when it happens. To be part of it.”
“I want that too, for SURE. You don’t think it would be, um, weird? To be with a doggie? First time?”
“I think it would be special. REALLY special……”
“Do you think Ms. Parker would approve?”
“I’d be really surprised if she wouldn’t,” insisted Ridley.
Just like that the loop ended and the lights came up. All eyes were on me. I smiled reassuringly at the faces I saw.
“Not to worry. I will approve,” I said with a laugh. Then I turned to Paula. “That was incredible. Spectacular.”
She nodded in thank you.
Jordan spoke then. “That was the night of your field trip. We were wondering if she has said any more to you, Alex.”
“Not yet,” I replied. “But it sounds like she’ll be ready pretty soon now.”
It was the twins who spoke next, as they both approached me. “We agree with you and we have a thought.”
“Okay…”
“We thought it might be cool to sort of repeat your field trip,” said Wendy.
“Another breeding?” I asked.
“Yes, but this time we might substitute Missy for whomever the planned bitch is.”
“You would surprise her?”
“We’d like to do it that way.”
My heart warmed at the idea.
“Would you want to surprise the rest of them also?” I asked.
“If you think it will work,” answered Wanda.
“Hmmm. It might be better if one or some of them know. Or had an inkling. Could we say that the bitch is, um, “to be decided” or something?”
“Why not? That leaves a bit of mystery.”
Wendy spoke again. “We can do it any way you suggest, but our hope is to keep it as spontaneous as possible, and have all the girls involved.”
“And we should move fast on this?” I asked.
“We were hoping for day after tomorrow. She’ll be ready by then. And Rebecca Mears would like to be there.”
“What about Randall?” I asked.
“He would be in the audience. But Rebecca would be a participant.”
“Along with my other students?”
The twins both nodded.
There were cocktails and snacks at that point, so Katie and I hung around. Before the night was over, we watched Paula take on seven men, while five women, myself included, watched her initiation into the Gilmore School. I stuck close to Katie and Rebecca, who seemed to quite enjoy watching Randall inserting himself into the lovely Paula. The twins mostly filmed, and I had to wonder if they ever partook in these kind of activities. They always seemed to be content to just observe. Very curious…
By the time the guys were finished with her, Paula could barely stand up. They had fucked her absolutely ragged. She never complained, but she was so worn out we all helped her get home, sending the men off on their own. Randall came with us, but he was the only man that helped us help her home that night. She was very thankful.
As luck would have it, Laura came to see me the next day during office hours, all by herself. It was the first time we had faced each other one on one, and she actually seemed a bit apprehensive for the first time.
There was no doubt the office dynamic was different, but I wanted her to be as comfortable as possible with me. And I wasn’t sure why she was nervous…
“I’m… not too sure about this,” she said, leading off, “But it just seemed…”
I raised my hand to stop her.
“Laura…,” I said with a nod, “you’re a wonder. You’re the best leader of this group that I could possibly ask for. You are a gift to me, to the school, to the other girls, to the world of men……”
Her mouth opened slightly and her eyes widened.
I continued. “I can sense your growing relationship with the others, and you’ve given yourself to the class in more ways than you know. Your willingness and your performance in the library the other day was superb, and that tells me that I’m right on track with this class and that it will be a smashing success for all of you.”
“Wow. Miss Parker… Alex…”
I nodded.
She took a deep breath. “Thank you. That’s the best thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“All true,” I said, lifting my eyebrows.
She sighed and let it sink in. I waited.
“Well…, I love this school, and I feel very lucky to be part of it, and especially this class. You’re probably the best teacher I’ve ever had…..”
“But something is on your mind,” I put in for her, “And I hope you will feel completely comfortable in talking to me about it.”
“I think so,” she said, taking a deep breath. “You’re the only one I could, for sure. I think all of us are struggling a little with this new-found territory, and this new freedom, too.”
“Understandable. I can relate.”
She looked around then. “Are we…… being recorded?” she asked quietly.
“We are,” I admitted. “Surveillance is everywhere on this campus, as I explained in the beginning, and it’s nothing to be ashamed of or concerned about. The owners of this school have everyone’s best interest at heart and they respect everyone’s privacy. It’s primarily to keep us safe and to make sure nothing is endangering. But if you’re uncomfortable, we can take a walk…”
She was thoughtful for a moment, then nodded. “I guess I’m okay with it.”
“I find it best to just forget about it.”
She nodded. “Well, anyway….. Some things are happening…… have happened… that I wanted to talk about a little bit.”
“Okay,” I encouraged.
“I think… I think most of us are centered around Missy at the moment, and her… introduction to… our, how shall I say, female world?”
I chuckled. “Yes. I know what you mean.”
“I guess I should tell you what has happened already.”
“Okay.” This could be absolutely perfect.
“Well, uh, night before last, we, uh, well I, uh… some of us got together and we, uh, we broke Missy’s hymen.”
“Oh?” I pretended surprise. “Good for you. How did you do it?”
She seemed slightly surprised by my easy support, but she continued.
“We…, um, used a dildo from the library.”
I nodded evenly. “That’s why they’re there. Sounds ideal. Was it a strap-on? Did you use it that way?”
This surprised her even more.
“Well, yes,” she said. “That’s what we, uh, I…”
I tried to put her at ease. “That’s what it’s designed for. Did you use missionary position?”
“Uh, yes. As a matter of fact, I did.”
“Perfect. So, you were her partner?”
She nodded. “The others were all there……”
“But it was you who fucked her,” I stated clearly. She froze instantly and I knew it was because I had used the word fuck. That always had impact. And it often broke barriers.
“Yes. I fucked her and she came,” she said a little breathlessly.
“She came!” I emphasized.
She nodded. “Yes, she did.”
“Sounds PERFECT,” I emphasized.
She took a deep breath.
“Who all was there?” I asked casually.
“All of us except for Jessie, Debbie and Britney.”
“Our other three virgins…” I said.
She nodded.
“And how did Missy take it?” I pressed.
“She took it really well,” Laura continued. “We talked about it. Planned it, sort of. All of us. She was willing. Almost eager. And…, I think I can say she’s ready now. By that I mean, she’s ready and willing to go the rest of the way. The real thing, if you get my meaning.”
“I’m very glad to hear that.”
“It’s sort of that that I wanted to talk to you about.”
“Okay.”
“Well, the other girls and I… Missy too, have been thinking…”
This time I did NOT interrupt her.
“Actually, we’ve had some pretty wild ideas.”
I still did not say anything.
“These are only thoughts, mind you, but… We’ve all been, uh, well sort of quite taken by the, uh, bestiality section in our new library. And Missy was thinking… and we were too, that maybe her first, you know, should be…”
“Unique?” I finally put in.
“Yes!” she said with relief. “Is that wrong of us?” she asked quickly. “Are we headed in the wrong direction here?”
“Not if she’s open to it,” I replied directly. I kept my voice casual. “There is no such thing as taboo at this school.”
She closed her eyes. I could see her relief.
I realized that they all looked upon me as their guiding light, their ultimate counselor, their universal leader, so to speak. Exactly as I had hoped they would.
“I presume you’re speaking about a canine experience. Is that right?”
Laura nodded. “She was exceptionally taken by the breeding with Reese and Lilly. I think we all were.”
“He’s a handsome fella.”
Our conversation stopped for a pause and she was thoughtful. This had obviously been a big deal, so I let her think about it.
“I guess our whole world has opened up so much lately I just wanted to take a step back for a moment and take a breather.”
“There’s a lot out there,” I said. “I’m sure you’re having feelings that run all along the spectrum.”
She nodded gratefully.
“It’s all quite natural in one way or another. The important thing is to not get hung up or give in to a lot of self-doubt. The heart wants what it wants, and so does your libido. To suppress only leads to frustration. You can do it all and still have a relationship with a man, have a family, children, and a more classic life. Even after you have explored and satisfied all your lusts for the rest. All is forgiven in time. The past has passed.”
She nodded, her face grateful now.
“I’m curious about one thing, though,” I added.
“Okay.”
“I don’t know Missy’s background. If she’s into this, I wonder if she’s witnessed it or had some previous experience of some kind.”
Now Laura looked slightly conspiratorial. She seemed reticent to say more about it. “She did tell me something. But it was in confidence.”
“Oh,” I said flatly. “That makes sense. I hope it was not a bad experience?”
“I don’t think so. It just left her a little confused. She looked around furtively. “Can I whisper it?”
I nodded. “Of course.”
I got up and came around my desk as she stood up.
With her lips to my ear, she said, “She saw her mom doing it.”
Whispering back, I said, “Does her mom know?”
Laura shook her head.
I nodded. “All right. It makes perfect sense now.”
“I wondered,” she said, sitting back down as I moved back to my own seat.
“If she brings that up again, tell her she can talk to me. There’s no reason to be embarrassed. For her mother, or herself. It’s not that uncommon.”
She nodded then. “All right. I’ll pass that along if I can. But you think it is all right for her?”
“Most definitely. She might open up a new world with her mother.”
Laura smiled. “Oh, right. I hadn’t thought of that.”
We paused for a moment as she reflected. Then I spoke again.
“What about you? Are you having the same feelings that Missy is?”
She smiled, then turned her head to the side. She almost looked sheepish. “Sort of,” she said shyly.
“Do you want to tell me?” I asked gently.
She turned toward me, looking much more confident than before.
“I… haven’t actually talked about it with the others yet.”
“All right.”
She cleared her throat then. “Do they… do any other kinds of breeding at the Gilmore Farm?”
“Yes, they do. I know that,” I told her.
“How about…” she cleared her throat, “uh,…, horses?”
I smiled with understanding. “Good for you, Laura.”
“Really?”
“I knew you were special. And it’s totally appropriate.”
“It’s still a little embarrassing,” she admitted.
“No need to feel that. You like them big. It’s no surprise to me.”
“There’s not much in the library about that.”
“I’ll see that we get some more.”
“I’m not in a rush.”
“Oh, I understand. Perhaps we need another field trip to see some other kinds of breedings. Later on in the semester.”
“God, I’d love to see that.”
“So would I,” I agreed. “Have you had a really big one yet?” My tone was light. But she brightened at my asking about her own personal experiences.
“Not too big. One guy was over seven.”
“Have you tried any black guys?”
“Not yet.” By her inflection I could tell she’d be willing.
“I know some basketball players,” I offered.
Her mouth opened. “Are you serious?” Her eyes widened.
“If you want.”
“So you’ve……?”
A smile slowly curved across my face as I just nodded.
Breathing deeply, she sat back in her chair, saying nothing. I thought of my adventure with Lamar, Jimmy, Jake and Rumble. Should I tell her about it? Not right now, I thought. But sometime…
“So let me ask YOU a question,” I put to her.
“Okay.”
“In your session with Missy, did anyone record it? On a phone, maybe?”
She nodded. “Yes. Several of the girls did. Why? Do you want to see it?” She had come right out with it. It had not crossed her mind that their bedrooms were all compromised. That was good, I thought.
I moved my mouth to one side, making a thoughtful look. “I think I might. Do you suppose I could borrow someone’s phone?”
“I’d be glad to ask,” she offered. “I’ll bet they’d all be willing.”
“All right. Send me a text if it works. I will look into other breedings at the farm. And you think about, uhm, basketball players. How does that sound?”
“You’re the best teacher in the world,” she said gratefully.
I smiled with embarrassment. “Thank you, Laura.” I got up to walk her to the door and we hugged before she left.
By five o’clock that afternoon I got a text.
“Candy, Cindy and Jasmine got the best footage. They’d be happy to loan out their phones.”
I arranged for Paula to borrow the three phones that evening. She would return them personally before lights out.
Later that same night I got a call from Jordan Marcus.
“Paula caught the footage of your office visit with Laura today,” he said. “Just wanted you to know that we’ve passed that along and everyone, including myself, is very grateful for the way you handled that. She says she can work that into a loop and it can be incredibly dynamic.”
“Thanks, Jordan. I was amazed at how well that little conversation fit into our little plans, don’t you know?”
“Yes, I was too. And the little benefit toward the end was very special.”
“About the horse breeding? Or the black guys?”
“Both, actually. Some terrific possibilities, don’t you think?”
“Very much so.”
“Paula was very happy you could get the phones for her.”
“That worked out easily also.”
“We don’t know what was whispered, but we’ll let you decide how to handle that.”
“Missy witnessed her mother with a dog.”
“Oh, perfect. That makes good sense.”
“I can see why she didn’t talk about it,” I added. “I think that knowledge will come in very handy after Missy’s breeding. I might step in and help with her mother.”
“I think that’s a fantastic idea.”
“So is the field trip happening?”
“The field trip is on, and the Mears are working on it.”
“I will announce that in class tomorrow. I guess it’s planned for the day after?”
“Yes. That is the plan. I’m sure they’ll be ready.”
“I think your sponsors will be very happy after this week,” I told him.
“I’m certain of it…….”
I don’t think I had ever experienced a class, either as a teacher or a student, where the class members were as attentive as my group of six. That next morning, after my meeting with Laura and the day before we were to initiate Missy, the girls were as bright-eyed and interested as I had ever seen them. No fooling about, they were fully ready to start at one minute before class, looking to hear anything I had to say and not wasting a moment of it.
I made a point of not making other than casual eye contact with either Missy or Laura, but I could tell, even peripherally, that they were both different now. Toward each other mostly, but it was in the air and in their body language, and even pervaded the entire group. They were all evolving together, strengthening themselves, entering a comfort zone among themselves that they had never experienced heretofore.
“A couple of announcements,” I began, “Then I’ll do a short lecture, after which we’ll have questions and answers. Sound good?”
They all nodded.
“We have a doctor coming today, and he will be able to prescribe the pill for any of you who wish to get on it. If you’re already using it, I recommend you just check in with him. If you’re not on the pill but want to be, this is your chance. I think it is probably a good idea. It’s very safe these days, and it’s provided free by the school.”
Again I saw some subtle nods.
“Next, we’re having another field trip tomorrow, back to Gilmore Farms.”
This brought some murmurs and a looks of excitement from them.
“I know we just had one, and this will be similar, but the opportunity arose and I thought you might enjoy it. Anyone who doesn’t wish to go may take the day off.”
No one spoke.
“All right then. Today we’re going to talk about… what makes a good lay. Before we do that, I want to try a little experiment. I want each of you to rise in your place one at a time, and say the word “fuck” to the class. Laura, may we start with you?”
She nodded. Then she stood up. “Fuck,” she said strongly.
I waited just second. “Thank you. Ridley? How about you.”
Ridley was sitting right behind her, so she rose. “Fuck!” she said.
We went on to Candy, then Cindy, then Jasmine, then Missy.
The intonations were all different, with Laura and Ridley using the word more brightly, the others more uncertain.
Jasmine said it almost defiantly, while Candy and Cindy were more curious. I remembered that their questionnaire said they’d only had sex one time before.
Missy was the most tentative, which was expected, but she still spoke right up. I had to admit the word sounded amazing coming out of her.
“It’s quite a word, and by different inflections it can mean a lot of different things. But if used in certain settings, it can be very seductive.”
I looked out at them and saw nothing but curiosity. They wondered where I was going here.
“Okay,” I said, “Let’s try this again, in the same order. Only this time I want you to say, “Fuck me.””
Eyes widened at this, but Laura stood up without a pause.
“FUCK me!”
Ridley’s voice was a little softer. “Fuck me,” she said, making it more of an invitation than a command.
By the time we got to Missy it was more of a question than anything else.
They were surprised when I said no more about it, but stood up and went right into my lecture:
“Today, we’re going to talk about what makes a good lay. From the female point of view. Any of you who are lacking experience in this can rely on your fantasies or imagination. So, let’s start with the question about your own male partner: What is most important to you. Take a moment to think about it, then let’s begin.”
I had been pacing back and forth as I spoke to them, and now I stopped.
There was a pause, then Ridley’s hand went up. “Size?”
“Okay.”
“Looks,” said Laura, a little more definitely.
In the same theme, Candy said, “Buns.”
Jasmine spoke next. “I’ll go with Laura. Handsome.”
Cindy said, “Nice.”
No one was sure what to expect from Missy, but I was pleased when she said, “Aggressiveness.”
“Very good Missy. Go to the head of the class.”
She blushed.
The other girls looked curious, as though they had missed something.
I explained. “There’s nothing wrong with any of your answers. Attraction is a very individual thing. But most of what you’re describing is the physical aspect of your partner. That’s fine, but…… It’s not enough.”
There were murmurs of understanding.
“As you develop your own experience in the art of sex, there are other things you’ll be focusing on. These would be things like your partner’s experience, his staying power, his attention to YOUR needs, his open-mindedness, etc. Most men or partners want to bring you off as much as they do themselves. Those things are also very important.”
This hushed them a little as they knew I was far more experienced than they were.
I waited, letting things sink in.
Laura’s hand went up slightly in front. I looked at her.
“What makes US good? What makes US good for THEM?”
I paused at that, surprised and impressed by her question.
“Very good Laura. Good question, and in many ways, that’s why we’re here.”
I looked out at the others.
“In many ways, the same things apply to both sides. But there are two things that apply mostly to us, the female side.”
I paused again, looking at all the attentive faces. They were all mine. Engrossed in everything I was saying, hanging on my every word. These girls were fully interested in sex.
“Those two things,” I continued, “Are willingness…, and participation. There are exceptions, mind you, but most of the time a man wants a woman who is willing and shows it in a classy or seductive way. There is an art to showing your willingness, and we’ll get into that another time. We know that men are nearly always willing. We are not expected to be that way, so when we are, it becomes quite arousing for a man.
“The second thing is participation. It’s easy to just lay there and let a guy fuck you. But when you start fucking him back, that really turns him on. If a man says, “She’s a lousy lay”, it probably means that the girl in question just lays there and is not so much into it. But when you make noise, or when you pump him back, that’s when he responds. When you touch him first, when you rub yourself against him, that’s when he knows you are with him on this.
“Some men like the woman to be on top, because she does the work then. But a girl can pump from other positions too. The movement might be subtle. But all you need to do is tuck and thrust a little, and they get the message clearly. And if you’re into it, it will become natural. Next time you’re alone in your bed, lie flat on your back and try it. Or if you have a partner with a strap-on, try it with her.”
They were riveted now, honing in on this specific instruction. We were getting right down into it now, and that was unusual for them.
“It’s easier in missionary position than doggie, but you’ll see what I mean. In doggie you just sort of thrust your pelvis back, while in missionary you push it up. Give it a try when you have a chance and don’t be shy about it.
I looked back at Laura. “Thanks, Laura, that was a good question. I think now we’re probably ready for some Q and A.”
The first hand that shot up was Candy’s.
“Yes, Candy.”
“Does… does a girl usually feel it when a guy cums inside her?” She glanced around, obviously feeling a little self-conscious. “I mean, I’ve only done it once, and the guy came, but I didn’t think I felt anything.”
I nodded. “Okay. And the answer to that is, not always. It depends how much and it also depends where you’re getting it. You can actually feel it more in your ass. But if a guy has enough, you will feel it in the front. Anyone else care to share their experience about this?”
Ridley answered quickly. “I’d agree with that. I’ve felt it sometimes, but not always.”
“Same here,” agreed Laura.
Missy was blushing in the back and I smiled at her. “Don’t worry Missy. We all know you haven’t done it yet. You’ll get the chance.”
Still blushing, she nodded, trying to smile.
Cindy spoke then, “I’ve only done it once, and he used a rubber.”
Jasmine spoke. “I’ve never had a guy cum inside me either.”
“All the more reason for you girls to be on the pill,” I said, making a mental note of what I’d just heard.
Laura asked the next question, which was quite pointed.
“Do dogs cum a lot?”
I found it difficult not to smile. Bestiality was back in the front. “Yes,” I said emphatically. “Dogs DO cum a lot. You’ll feel it, that’s for sure.” I allowed myself a glance toward Missy, and her mouth was open.
“But I can tell you girls,” I said as I turned to face them directly, “It’s horses that come the most. A big stud is a real sight to behold when he gets it off.”
Now Laura and Ridley both raised their hand, but Laura spoke right out. “…Any chance we could see that?”
Ridley nodded. “Yeah.”
I looked at both of them. “Probably. I’ll look into it.”
Ridley asked, “Have you ever seen it?”
I nodded. “Between two horses, yes, several times. With a human partner, I’ve only seen films.” And I knew we did not have any actual films in our library. Only drawings and artwork. “And I have NOT done that……” I looked out at them. “At least, not yet……”
They got quiet for another moment. “Any more questions?”
Finally Jasmine’s hand came up.
I looked at her.
“This is totally off the wall, but why did you turn the heat up? You did it in the library, and before in the classroom. Why was that?”
I smiled. “Good question. There’s an old saying. The best way to get a girl hot is to get her physically hot. That has been my experience, and I would attest to it. So, think about this, all of you: The next time you’re in the back of a car with your boyfriend? If he turns the heat up, you’ll know what he’s trying to do. Or, if you want to, ask him to turn the heat up and see how he reacts.”
I looked at the clock. “I think that’s about it for today.”
Planning the Field Trip
I’m going to skip forward at this point, as the tales of my new adventure are many and could fill several books. I may come back to them later, but at the moment it seems appropriate to highlight and focus on Missy’s role at the Gilmore School for Girls.
And since most of this chapter will be about Missy, let me be more definitive about her looks:
Five feet four inches tall, her hair was red, but a very light color. Not dark or deep, but closer to light copper.
Her blue eyes were exceptionally light, much closer to sky than water, big, wide and innocent.
All this was consistent with her milky skin, which was soft but unfreckled.
She was remarkably shaped, accented by her excellent posture. Not terribly busty, but with a perky bubble-butt, in spite of her extraordinary femininity.
Her breasts were a firm B cup, with light pink nipples that topped them off like cotton candy.
Gentle femininity befitted her description perfectly.
She appeared as unathletic as a girl could be. She was shapely, but with hardly any muscular definition at all. Totally the opposite of her classmate Laura, who could move mountains with her Amazonian body.
But Missy’s appeal was just as strong, in a totally different way. If there were ever a girlish girl, she was that. The height of softness. The image of innocence. The picture of gentility. She appeared nearly helpless when it came to anything physical. But this was not the case mentally. She was bright and insightful in that department.
She was a snappy dresser as well. All the girls were pretty good at this, but Missy had a real talent for putting an outfit together. Our school uniform was a gray plaid, which they could all wear either in a short skirt or a jumper dress. We also had loose-fitting shorts that came to mid-thigh. Missy was very good at mixing the various accessories, which ranged from a matching bow tie and long socks of white or gray, to the suspenders with a scarf or matching jacket. She was very conscious of color and coordination.
As the only virgin in my special class, she was unique, and it gradually became a natural goal that her first experience should be the pinnacle of achievement for this initial semester. The question was, what would we have her do? I had an idea that was germinating. And the more I thought about it, the more perfect I thought it would be…
I met with Jordan Marcus one morning and I gave him my idea: I wanted to breed our virgin Missy with a dog. I wondered if it had been done before.
“No,” he said cautiously. “Not here, anyway. As you know from your own experience, we encourage that theme. But the students that have been open to it have all graduated. None of them were virgins, either. But I like the idea, and I will pass it along to the board and maybe a few sponsors…”
He did that and the response was overwhelming. The sponsors would love to see it and so would the board. Particularly Wendy and Wanda Gilmore.
So, this became my goal, and Katie was also in full support. I was also getting a vibe from the girls in class that made me think they would be all over this. Interesting things were happening.
Our school was endowed enough for all the girls to have their own separate dorm room, and since my class had begun, and with the surveillance equipment fully operational now, we could see that some of the girls were beginning to interact sexually. Several of the girls were sleeping with each other openly, and they were not being particularly exclusive about it.
I was concerned at first that Missy and the other three virgins were not participating yet, but this did seem logical when I thought about it. I promised myself to give it some consideration and take the proper course of action. Along with Missy the three other inexperienced girls were Debbie, Jessie and Britney. Debbie and Britney were both blonde, while Jessie’s hair was jet black. They were all just eighteen and were new at the school, just as Missy was.
But Missy stood out among them. While softer and more feminine than the others, being in my class put her a step ahead of the other three. It was a feather in her cap that she wore with pride. In addition, I felt like it stimulated her lust for adventure and kept her mind open to new ideas. All four of these girls would be giving up their cherry fairly soon and I hoped the school would be part of that. Was it a good thing that the other three were NOT in my class? Hmmm… Maybe I should rethink that one. The four virgins were forming a sort of group, and the other five were, more or less, letting that happen. I hoped that division would not become too strong, at least for a while. My class had become a kind of a catalyst, so I needed to be conscious of that.
But doing Missy was opportune right now, so I would concentrate on that.
With the additional cameras in the girls’ rooms there was actually so much information coming in that we had to hire a full time person to edit the footage for us so we didn’t get bogged down with all the slower moments. Between the classrooms, the library and the residence this was a full time job. This worked out very well, as I was now getting regular reports about the girls’ activities.
What quickly became significant to me was that outside the sleeping quarters, the porn section of our library was becoming the most popular spot in the school after hours. Not only that, but the bestiality section was getting a lot of that action. There was excellent footage of all nine girls in there, nearly always one at a time. I inquired about how long the visits were, and was pleased to find that Missy had been in there longer than any of the girls except for Laura and Ridley.
It was time for the next step:
It would be in my classroom.
“Okay girls,” I said, standing up from my desk, “We’ve talked about the spectrum of sexual orientation. Today we’re going to step outside of that and I’m going to talk about bestiality. This has come up a few times now, so before there are any misconceptions, I’m going to address it. So, I’ll start and then we’ll have questions.
“We know it’s taboo, we know it’s extreme, and we know it’s illegal in some countries, and this is not one of them. It does not appeal to everyone, but it has increased in popularity lately. It’s not a new idea. It’s been around for centuries, actually. It is more refined and safer than it used to be, but remember, whenever you have a penis and a vagina, no matter what kind, the two will always try to find each other.”
This brought out smiles and murmurs. That was good. I wanted to keep this subject light.
“So, I’m going to start off in reference to dogs. More specifically, a male dog with a female human. We can talk about horses and other animals in another class. And if you want more reference than what we’ve got here I would suggest you join the beastforum, which is on the internet, or go to the library where we have plenty of resources. And of course, you can always see me during office hours, one on one.”
I paced a few steps, then turned to face them.
“So……, what makes a dog special? What makes this animal unique compared to most others? I can pretty much sum it up with one word. A four-letter word. The knot. That’s K-N-O-T. I’ll talk about that in a minute. But I’m sure, if you’ve already seen one, you know that the shape of a dog’s penis is unique. Instead of a bulbous head like a human, a dog’s is pointed. Also, the shaft is not totally symmetrical like the human’s. Another feature, that’s really quite remarkable, is the hinge. A dog’s erection can actually be turned and pointed backwards, still retaining its rigidity, which no other animal that I know of can do.
“But, going back to the knot… This is a bulge that forms at the base, and it grows during arousal.” I paused then. I spoke more calmly. “So once the dog starts to fuck you, this bulge gets bigger until he’s ready to push it inside you…”
The room was totally still now. This slight change in reference did the trick. The girls were riveted. I continued speaking in the same tone.
“Once he does that, if he is successful and if the fit is a reasonable match, this bulge, or knot as it’s called, creates a seal between the male and female. They are essentially LOCKED together, making it impossible for the female to separate from him. There is no escape. None. This can be somewhat uncomfortable for the human partner. But it can also be very satisfying, and is considered quite a turn-on by anyone watching.”
I paused for a moment. My students were all still watching without a sound.
“I should add that there is usually a lot of pre-cum, but once the knot is in place, his ejaculation will really begin. He will be climaxing at that point and will continue to cum, even after what happens next, which is called the “TIE”. With the erection still inside you, your canine partner will turn 180 degrees, facing away from you, with his erection hinging from the base while the knot and shaft remain locked inside you. Sperm, and lots of it…, will still be flowing… into you… for about another full minute, and then he will remain butt to butt with you until he is completely finished. He won’t move at all until his knot recedes and then you’ll be released. This can take up to FORTY minutes….”
I stopped.
The silence was so thick you could cut it with a knife. You could hear a pin drop. The girls were frozen, their eyes locked on me. In a voice just above a whisper, I said: “Questions…?”
Laura, unlike herself, raised her hand meekly. I looked her way.
“Have you…… done it?”
Speaking softly but not whispering, I looked straight at her. “Yes.”
It was all I said, but at that exact moment I was never more glad that I HAD done it. I could almost feel the collective sigh from the girls.
There was a longer than usual silence. But I knew that my credentials as their teacher had just been verified.
It was Candy who spoke first. “Wow……”
Ridley went next. “How long… were you tied?”
I smiled coyly at the question. “Which time?”
There were more gasps from the class.
I decided to lighten things up. “Okay,” I said. “I’ve done it twice, the first time from the front, and we were tied for only about five minutes. The second time was anal, and that was doggie style. We tied for longer that time, probably about ten minutes. They both happened in one session, and there was a lot happening along with it.”
This time it was Laura’s turn to say wow. There it was. I had laid it all out for them. She continued, asking, “You had….. you had help?”
I nodded. “Yes, there was plenty of help. Katie was with me, and she did it also. We did it together. And we had men AND women helping.”
They were still quiet and tentative, letting all this sink in.
It was Candy who asked the next question. “So dogs… cum a lot?”
I smiled. “For sure. There can be a lot of pre-cum also. Not always, but sometimes. But once he’s locked it really spurts hard. You can definitely feel it inside you. Especially in the ass.”
Her eyes widened at my answer to her question.
Laura finally asked, “Would you do it again?”
I turned toward her and nodded. “Yes. I definitely would.”
The girls all seemed stunned. No hands went up.
“Any more questions?”
No hands went up.
“Okay. Let’s stop for today.”
The girls were all quietly intense as they left. As she turned toward the door, Laura looked my way. Her face was devoid of expression, but she looked at me and nodded.
The next day I announced a field trip. We would go to a kennel and witness a breeding. I could tell right away that they all liked the idea. It was Katie’s suggestion actually, and since it was her idea, I invited her along.
Jordan set it up for me, but I was not surprised to find that the place we were going belonged to Gilmore.
When we got there the sign read, Gilmore Farms and Kennel, LTD. Below that it said RRMears Enterprises.
All six of our girls were suitably impressed, as was I, when we arrived at the facility in the school’s minivan. The property was immaculate, and I supposed I shouldn’t have been surprised when I knew it was owned by our two beautiful twins.
We were met upon arrival by a man and a woman. They were a couple obviously although I wasn’t sure that they were married. But I could tell they knew everything about Gilmore and the school, even as they tried their best to suppress the looks they were throwing toward the girls. Even so they were very professional, and Harold and Betty, as they were called, gave us a tour of the place as they revealed the schedule for the day.
As we began the tour I was quite proud of my students who were all taking a keen interest in what we were being shown. In their matching uniforms they could have passed for a group of flighty prep-school girls, giggly and scatterbrained, especially appearing as diverse as they did. With Laura at six feet one and Candy at four feet nine, they appeared a very dissimilar group. But their manners and attentiveness quickly demonstrated that they were all very mature and intelligent, aware of everything that was going on around them. Harold and Betty picked up on this right away and my girls got instant respect.
We started off in a large barn which contained a long row of stalls which were actually dog runs. The place was remarkably clean, the lighting was a gentle mixture of outdoor and incandescent, and the place was immaculate.
“What a beautiful facility,” I commented as we entered the building.
“Thank you,” said Harold. “You may note the unique design, with all the stalls on the inside, leaving a track along the exterior wall, giving us plenty of room to let the dogs run and exercise if we want to keep them indoors. That way we can control them without a leash, and since this building is more than a hundred feet long there is lots of distance for them.
“How clever,” said Katie.
“Mr. Mears liked the design so much he built a new horse barn the same way.”
We were starting at one end of the barn, which had a wide double door and an office, with plenty of space between them. Enough for a van or a farm vehicle.
I saw Jasmine look up toward the ceiling and noticed a camera mounted up high.
Before she could say something, I asked, “You have a lot of surveillance here Harold?”
He nodded. “Nearly everywhere. These are very valuable dogs and we are tight on security. Plus, as you will see, we film each breeding from several angles. This provides us proof of paternity, which is now required by the AKA.”
“That’s the American Kennel Association,” explained Betty.
The spot was wide enough, so I turned to Katie. “I think we should have a group photo.”
Her face brightened. “Good idea.”
I turned to the group. “Girls, let’s all line up and face the camera for a minute. Betty, will you and Harold join us?”
“Sure, we will,” answered the woman.
“Is there sound as well?” I asked.
“On this camera there is,” replied Harold. “Not on all of them, but a few of the key spots have sound.”
I had each of the girls introduce themselves by name and Katie and I did the same.
As we started down the corridor to begin our tour, Harold gave us a cautionary warning.
“You will probably notice that a lot of our dogs have erections today. The reason for that is that we have three bitches in heat and the scent is quite strong here.”
“Are they the ones being bred today?” I asked.
“Yes. Normally they’d be more isolated, but today we had to bring them in closer.”
“Have your phones ready girls,” I spoke lightly. My voice sounded like I was kidding but I really wasn’t.
“Normally we wouldn’t allow photography,” Harold said seriously. “But since you’re all part of the school it is all right.”
I looked at him seriously. “That’s good to know. Maybe we’ll get some special photos.”
The doggies were magnificent. The finest of their breeds and the variety was exceptional. There was a Boxer, a Pitbull, a Dalmation, a Poodle, a Rottweiller, and a white Doberman.
There were at least a half dozen more breeds that I had never heard of.
They were all males of course, and it was interesting to note that they were all medium to large dogs, just about the right size to take on a human female partner.
At least five of them had erections that were fully visible, and the girls did take quite a few pictures with their phones.
There was not a lot of giggling, and the girls were suitably impressed with all the endowments they got to see.
Once our tour was finished we were led to another smaller building where we would witness a breeding.
My students didn’t know that I was in on the arrangement of this, and although there were three breedings taking place today, the one I picked for them to see was the white Doberman. This is a rare breed, with the animal slightly larger and bulkier than the normal Doberman. The head is shaped more like a Pitbull, in fact they are often mistaken for that breed, although they are slightly taller and leaner.
We had in fact seen this dog during our tour, and his name was Reese. I had been very happy to see that Missy was particularly taken with this one, since I knew ahead of time that we would see him in action.
Here is how it happened:
The eight of us filed into a room that was about eighteen by twelve feet, with two high windows for natural light. It was nicely appointed, with removable carpet on the floor and additional incandescent lighting. Harnesses and leashes of various kinds hung on one wall. There was an apparatus known as a breeding restraint in the corner.
The room was open and mostly unfurnished, except for about a dozen folding chairs that surrounded the obvious center stage.
We stayed together, waiting to be directed.
Betty came in next, bringing the bitch, whose name was Lilly Marlene, Lilly for short. She was a well-groomed female, very pretty, and definitely a show dog.
As all eight of us stood along the wall we noticed a surveillance camera above, and there were two in addition, set up on tripods.
Lilly looked rather docile as Betty led her to the center of the room, then turned her to face us. “Please come in close, and sit down if you’d like to.”
We all moved in, taking the closest seats we could get, half surrounding Betty and Lilly.
The girls were quiet, but I broke the silence.
“You don’t use a restraint in this case?” I asked.
Betty answered easily, “Not for this pair. It’s marginal really, but we’re hoping it’s not necessary.”
“What’s a restraint?” asked Ridley.
Betty looked toward the corner. “There’s one right there. It’s a device used to protect the female. If the male is big he can overpower the female, even to the point of injury. Lilly is pretty strong, but even so, we should all be ready in case there is a problem. We’ll need everyone to help if we have to separate them. It’s a last resort, and we’ll only do that if she’s in danger.
I made a mental note to explain this further to the class.
When the voices stopped, the sliding door opened again and Harold entered with Reese on a leash.
With him was a beautiful woman, finely dressed, whom I assumed was the owner of Lilly. Her hair was a deep red color and she looked slightly familiar somehow.
She threw a confident look to the group of us, her eyes finally settling on me.
“Are you Ms. Parker?” she asked.
I nodded. “I am.” I stood up and stepped forward to greet her. Katie stood up as well, then all the girls did the same.
Her hand reached out as she spoke. “My name is Rebecca Mears.”
I knew the name. She and her husband were well known in the world of purebred dogs.
“It’s nice to meet you,” I said, taking her hand and shaking it firmly.
“And these must be the Gilmore girls,” she mused with a smile.
“Yes, they are, and this is my partner Katie,” I clarified.
She and Katie shook hands and Katie’s face brightened as they smiled at each other. I was not surprised that Katie was mistaken for one of the students.
“Lilly is yours?” I asked respectfully.
She nodded. “Yes. She is unbred at this point and so is Reese.”
“Looks like they’ll make a good pair,” I observed.
“Yes, we think so,” she agreed.
At that point Reese, who had been behaving well so far, made a small yelp and pulled against the leash. He was trying to get to Lilly.
We all hushed at that point, realizing his need.
Rebecca gestured, “Please, come in closer. Let’s watch…”
She obviously had no intention of sitting, so we all remained standing as we turned toward the center stage.
Opposite us, Harold bent down and unsnapped the leash from Reese’s collar. “Okay boy. She’s all yours.”
I heard some gasps and looked downward, seeing Reese’s erection at full mast. Stiff and very eager, with the knot already forming at the base.
He went to her front first, sniffed for just a second nose to nose, then moved right around behind her.
One whiff told him all he wanted to know. His instincts told him exactly what to do.
Up on her back quickly, she almost buckled under his weight, then lifted and braced herself.
The girls held their breath.
Her look was stoic and rather passive, and her manner defined the word willing.
Meanwhile her partner was just the opposite. Eagerly probing to the point of desperation, his hips thrust forward and back, the erection jabbing into the open air.
I was just beginning to wonder if Harold would help him when he found his target and drove his cock balls deep into Lilly’s waiting opening.
She gave a yelp and so did he, and the two of them went at it like nothing before.
Reese slammed her so hard she nearly buckled again, and her entire body shook with the violence of it. A flash glance at the camera and the girls told me that we were all being filmed. And every face in the audience was serious and attentive as we watched the breeding.
We could see Lilly was straining to brace herself, working hard to keep her front legs under her, as her male partner pummeled her relentlessly. There was a dull smacking sound as they collided and we could see the bright red shaft disappearing into Lilly’s slippery sleeve.
What lasted only one hundred forty seconds seemed like an eternity as Lilly got beaten and battered by her animal lover.
Finally, we could see the huge knot, swelling at the base, ready to be thrust into the helpless female.
Just at that time Reese rammed forward with all his might, eliciting another yelp from Lilly, who still managed to hang on.
Interestingly, Lilly was not the only female who faltered at that moment. Three places down from me, Missy nearly fainted, her own knees giving out as Laura and Jasmine both grabbed her arms. She quickly righted herself and I saw her refocus on the happening, but this had obviously affected her tremendously.
Reese knotted and tied with Lilly as we all continued to look on.
Missy continued to be supported by Jasmine and Laura and she clung to them with appreciation as she focused, while we all kept our eyes on the last of the event.
Our hosts noticed everything, and I was nearly certain I had seen Rebecca nod when she saw it.
We waited respectfully for the mating couple to finish, and when our big hound pulled out there was such a gusher of sperm that Missy nearly fainted again. In fact, there were ooo’s and gasps from all the girls, including Katie.
As we started to break up, Katie spoke to me under her breath. “She’s gonna be fantastic……”
“You got that right,” I replied without moving my lips.
Missy was still in the company of Laura and Jasmine as I approached her.
“Are you all right?”
“Yes.” Her voice was breathless. “I… shouldn’t have skipped breakfast this morning.”
“You’re sure?”
She nodded again.
On the way home the eight of us were cozy in my minivan, with Katie in the front passenger seat with me.
Jasmine was sitting between Candy and Cindy in the back seat, and in the far back seat Missy was between Ridley and Laura.
The girls were fairly quiet until we got to McDonalds, where we would have lunch. Katie and I kept to ourselves and let the girls talk as they wished.
Between the restaurant, the break from school, and the fact that it was my treat put all six of the girls in a friendly mood as we exited the car.
The restaurant was a scene unto itself. Katie and I smiled at each other as we observed the reaction of the patrons while our six uniformed beauties came through the door. Being a lunch hour in a busy spot, the place was packed. For a moment the entire restaurant went quiet.
Katie and I were not the least bit surprised, but I have to admit it felt very good to be the leader of such a show-stopping group. Men and women were riveted, and it took nearly a full minute before conversation resumed. Even then we all noticed the eyes.
Katie looked at me and said quietly, “Well, there’s no doubt this group is stunning…”
I nodded. “That is for sure.”
The girls couldn’t help but notice the attention they were getting, but they were courteous and mature, and I was quite proud of their behavior as they lined up and gave their orders. We went to an outdoor table to eat, and I was at the rear of them when a nice looking man approached me.
“Excuse me, Miss. I just have to ask you.”
I turned to face him.
“Where did you find such a lovely group of girls?”
I smiled at him. “The Gilmore School,” I answered, offering nothing else.
“Well, I’ve never seen so much beauty in one spot. Including yourself. Thanks for coming in here.”
“Thank you for the compliment,” I returned with a smile. “I’ll pass that along to the girls.”
“Good. You’ve just made my day.”
I gave him a grateful chuckle. “Thanks.”
As I joined our group I wondered what he might think if he knew what these girls and I had done together. Maybe someday he would see it, I mused to myself.
During the quarter-hour ride from our stop to the school, the girls were much more talkative, and finally a question emerged from the back seat. It was from Ridley.
“Is it okay to ask a sort-of class question even though we’re not in class?” she asked.
“I think so,” I replied. “Why not?”
I could see the reflections in the rearview mirror, and it was obvious that Missy was not eager to have this question asked. She was trying to get Ridley to back off, but she wouldn’t.
“What’s your question?” I pressed.
“Okay… If a girl uses a dildo and breaks her hymen, is she still considered a virgin?”
Katie looked at me intensely as I prepared to answer.
Looking back in the mirror, seeing Missy’s face and Laura’s as well, I spoke clearly. “Definitely still a virgin,” I said firmly. “A hymen can be broken in several ways. But for it to be considered intercourse, the act must be with a live penis.”
Katie nodded in agreement with my response.
I added, “As a matter of fact, on the rare instances when a bride is a virgin, she might go to the doctor ahead of time and have the hymen surgically removed.”
Missy’s lips were tightly pressed, knowing the reference had to be about her, since she was the only cherry in the group.
My car was one of the few places where we weren’t recorded, and I’d have to pass this question along to Dr. Marcus…… Interesting……
As it turned out, there was an important meaning behind that simple question I’d been asked in the car. I had told Jordan about it that afternoon, and two days later he called me after the school day was over. It was something important, and would I come to a meeting of the board that evening. Katie was invited also, since we were partners.
That night found the two of us in the communication center of the school, a building I had not visited before. It was quite impressive in its technology, and I could see that the school had not cut corners in THIS department.
There were a number of familiar faces there, notably Dr. Moon, Roger Van Dyke and Michael Lambert, along with Marcus. I had not seen the four of them together since our first tryst. They were very friendly toward Katie and me.
Also, there were the Gilmore twins, looking as chic and lovely as ever, still sharply attentive to everything in the room as well as the school.
And I was interested to see Rebecca Mears, who introduced me to her husband Randall.
“It’s very nice to meet you, Randall,” I said, shaking his hand after I was told to use his first name.
“You are a very nice addition to our little group,” he said sincerely, “And this new class you have started is inspirational!”
“I’m grateful for your words,” I told him as Rebecca smiled.
Two other men were present who turned out to be sponsors. Their names were Stewart and Will. I missed their last names. And last, a stunning woman who was not introduced to us.
We were soon gathered into a fairly large conference room, with a big screen along one wall, and no table, just a lot of chairs.
Jordan stood up and took over the proceedings.
“We are here for two reasons,” he said, leading off. “First, we have some exceptional offers from some foreign sponsors, the grand total of which has just slipped over the seven figure mark.”
Katie glanced at me as we both did the math.
“Our second purpose is to view some of the footage which has led us to these offers. I want to introduce you to our very talented editor, who has put together this clip. She has not only condensed it perfectly for us, but her talents have given us something that is having more success in the market than we ever imagined possible. Paula, would you get up and take a bow for us?”
As the very attractive woman stood up, Jordan said, “May I present Ms. Paula Winterberger…”
Before I knew it the room broke into a mild applause, as the lovely lady took a bow and blushed shyly at the same time.
We all settled in then, as though to watch a movie, all of us turning our cushy chairs toward the wall with the screen. Lights were dimmed and the wall lit up just as though we were at the cinema.
Katie and I were both dying of curiosity now, and we were awed when the entire screen filled with a recording of Jasmine walking into one of the girls’ dorm rooms. She was followed immediately by Candy, and then by Cindy.
As Cindy entered the room, she turned and closed the door, then locked it.
My heart was pounding! This was incredible!
The view then switched to a different camera, and we could now see not only the three girls who had just entered, but my other three students also. Missy was sitting on the bed, while Laura and Ridley were facing her, one standing, one sitting.
The volume came up slowly and we could hear the girls talk….
It began with Missy. Looking somewhat concerned, her gaze went to Ridley, then Laura. “What do you think Miss Parker would say about this?”
Ridley answered first. “I think she would be all for it.”
Laura nodded. “I’m certain of it.”
“I sort of feel like I should have spoken to her about it first.”
“I think it will be fine if you tell her about it after the fact,” Ridley offered.
Laura nodded. “You don’t need her permission.”
It was Missy’s turn to nod. “I know. I really want to do it. I just……”
Laura added, “I think she would want you to be bold about this.”
Ridley nodded and the other girls murmured their assent.
At that, Missy’s eyes lit up. “You might be right about that.”
I was quite complimented at the reference to me, and I could feel the others in the room observing my reaction. Katie looked at me also, then took my hand and squeezed it. I squeezed her back.
I had only an inkling of what was about to happen when Ridley handed a small canvas bag to Laura and she reached inside.
My eyes widened along with Katie’s as she pulled out a plastic, flesh-colored dildo, with straps attached on both sides of the base.
At the same time, Missy began to unbutton, standing up from the bed so she could undress completely.
Laura handed the dildo back to Ridley, then began to remove her own uniform.
“Ohh…. My God…” I gasped softly, hoping I knew what was coming.
There were murmurs from the entire audience, as those who had not seen this realized...
Glancing toward Paula, I saw that she was smiling. I knew right then that we were going to get what we wanted. She had done the editing and she knew what was about to happen……
The room got quiet again.
Then there was a commotion among the other girls in the room, and Candy spoke up for them. “Mis……,” she held up her phone, “Mind if we all record this?”
Missy casually shook her head. “It’s okay…”
My heart skipped a beat as they all lifted their phones and began to record what Laura and Missy were doing.
The impact of this event was beginning to sink in, and Katie and I both realized what a momentous coupling this would be. It was obvious that it happened the night after the field trip. And the question Ridley had asked in the car had paved the way. Missy could do this and still be a virgin. So, they had most certainly discussed this and planned it out. They both wanted it. They ALL wanted it. But it would be more than that. If Laura was going to fuck Missy, it would be akin to Beauty and the Beast. Or at least the Giant and the Gentle Princess. They were both beauties in their own right, but physically as different as night and day. This would be a very hot display. A real submission.
Their clothes were coming off, and somehow it was even sexier that the other girls were leaving their clothing on.
I thought of a further significance of this mating just then.
A dildo that size would definitely burst Missy’s hymen, and as I had said, she would still technically be a virgin. Since only a real cock can take a cherry, we might still see Missy’s deflowering another time. So… it was quite possible we could still put her with a dog to give up her official cherry, and she might be even more open to that. I had to wonder if the girls had talked about that as well.
So, Laura would break her in perfectly.
Once Laura was undressed, the girls all stood back and filmed as she attached the strap-on. Our audience was hushed by her statuesque body as she made herself ready. She was just plain amazing in the nude.
Ridley positioned herself first, moving carefully. The full-size bed was against the wall, and she sat sideways and cross-legged on the bed with her back against it. She still wore her school uniform, a skirt with a front-buttoning blouse, open at the neck.
Missy was totally unclad now, her milk-white skin nearly glowing, her breasts proud and ready as she mounted the mattress. She laid herself back, putting her head on the pillow, her hips nearly even with Ridley, who was on her right side.
Ridley reached out, her left hand engulfing Missy’s right breast, while her right slid down until her fingers found the bright red triangle of her gentle bush.
Missy closed her eyes and breathed tentatively while her friend tried to relax her. She left her hands at her side while Ridley kneaded the nipple gently and stroked the soft mat down below.
I have to say it was as good as any porn movie I’ve seen, and maybe better. Because it was a real happening and I knew all the players… And, of course, it was also un-staged. Having the extra cameras made it almost like being there for the audience.
Missy’s eyes were wide with the drama as her friend knelt onto the mattress. She drew her left leg up, making room, leaving her right leg straight.
Then in a move that was gentle but oh, so inviting, she straightened her left and moved her legs apart, spreading them wider and wider, until her right foot touched the wall and her left was at the edge of the mattress. Her tender young opening was right there for all to see, ready for its first visitor, with cameras going and watchful eyes observing. A stunning sight it was, and the audience was breathless as we anticipated Laura’s next move.
With the grace of an antelope, our lovely amazon pivoted and brought her knees in between Missy’s opened calves. She was kneeling straight up, looking bold and proud as the erect phallus rose from the front of her hips.
Ridley was poised beside them, and she took Missy’s right hand as it came up to seek hers. She kept her other hand on Missy’s chest.
Softly, Laura asked, “Are you wet, Mis?”
The redhead nodded silently.
It was Jasmine who made the next move. Lowering her phone, she spoke, “I think the head of THAT should be wet,” she offered, leaning forward.
Laura nodded in agreement. “Good idea.”
Jasmine eased in and surrounded the plastic cockhead with her mouth, taking it in several inches, moistening as she went.
Seeing her small mouth widely distended for the width of it was really hot, and there were murmurs from the crowd now as this unexpected bonus came our way.
But Jasmine didn’t linger, knowing everyone was waiting for the main event. She slipped off, leaving the cockhead glistening and wet as she picked up her phone and aimed it once more.
From our angle it was getting difficult to see, but we soon understood why. Jasmine spoke again, saying “We need more light here.” She pressed something on her phone, and Missy’s lower body lit up nicely, highlighting the area where the contact would soon be made. She backed away slightly then, and we had an unobstructed view from our side. It was ideal.
I spoke softly then, to Katie, “What I wouldn’t give for the footage from some of those phones…”
Our room was so quiet that I was heard by Paula Winterberger, and she replied. “Me too,” she agreed. “And if you can manage to borrow any of their phones, I would love to integrate that into this. Sponsors would like it too.”
I shrugged as I answered. “I might be able to do that. Let me think about it.”
She nodded and we all turned back to the screen, watching Laura begin to suspend herself over Missy.
Still hovering, she lowered her face first, and Missy quickly understood.
They kissed.
It was gentle but lengthy, with Laura having no trouble holding herself up, taking her time to savor the taste of Missy’s lips and mouth, finding her tongue as well. She finally lifted off, but kept her mouth inches from her partner’s.
“I’m gonna put it in just a little way at first,” she explained in a soft tone.
Missy nodded.
They both looked down.
As we watched their faces, Laura was concentrating, and Missy looked expectant.
When Laura moved, we could tell when the contact was made. Missy’s eyes closed. Then her mouth. Then she bit her lower lip.
“Nice and slow now,” Laura went.
She worked it in carefully, taking her time, backing up a time or two to further lubricate the head.
Missy kept her eyes closed.
We could see her body was tense, her breathing shallow.
When Laura paused, she bent down and kissed Missy again, lightly this time.
“I think I’m right up against your cherry now. Can you feel it?”
“I…… I think so……”
“I’m not going to do anything yet. But I am going to pump you a little bit, okay? Just relax now…”
Missy nodded.
With that, Laura began to rock, sending the shaft in and out of Missy, still suspended and keeping a space between their two bodies. She was supported with her hands and the balls of her feet. Her hips gyrated, and the breasts swung slightly as she went to work. Her eyes were fixed on Missy’s face, watching her reaction…
The camera angle changed then, and for a brief moment we saw them all from a different corner of the room. This one still showed them all from above Missy’s head, the view coming over her right shoulder, showing Ridley against the wall, with Candy, Cindy and Jasmine all filming from the other side of the bed, each holding their phone from a different spot as they peeked over from behind.
“Doing perfect, baby,” Laura soothed as she gently fucked the pretty redhead.
“Ohh…, ohh…, ohh…, ohh…,” Missy began to gasp, losing control.
Laura’s body continued to rock and Missy continued to receive, with everyone else silent and bright-eyed.
“Thaaaaaaaat’s the baby,” Laura patronized.
The rhythm of her pumping was perfectly steady. Nearly effortless……
Missy blinked and continued to mew gently as the shaft went in and out of her.
Then something beautiful happened. Laura stopped moving, and looked down, right into Missy’s eyes. She moved her face so close their noses were almost touching. Their eyes locked. Then Laura spoke softly, but clearly.
“You are so beautiful, Missy. Like a sweet and innocent flower, so soft and so feminine… I’ve wanted to touch you from the first. To hug you, to drink you in, to make love to you. Thank you for opening up… for ripening, and for joining us in this world of adventure…”
There were tears in Missy’s eyes.
“Oh, Laura, I love you so much! Thank you for guiding me. For helping me. For accepting me. And for taking my body…. Thank you…”
And then they kissed. Soft and sweet, and they held it for a long moment. I could see the loving faces of the other girls, and this wonderous closeness they all had was a miracle to behold.
And then they stopped kissing. Laura lifted and looked at Missy again. And she started to rock. Once more they were fucking.
Missy kept her eyes on her friend, making a subtle nod as the rod moved in and out again.
The camera switched, this time aiming from below them, not a great angle to see anything except Laura’s back, which hid most of Missy. But knowing what was going on below her, it was still quite dramatic as the wonder of Laura’s body, engaged in its athletic prowess, was perfectly displayed from her heels to her shoulders. The delicious rise of her ass was the focal point as it moved, with the view still further enhanced by the broad expanse of her naked back, skin smooth and uninterrupted all the way to her neck and shoulders. And she was pumping……
As the camera returned to its first and best angle we could see that Laura was moving a little bit faster now, and Missy’s gasps were rising in passion. Her eyes were glazed over and she looked up toward the ceiling.
They were in the next phase…
“I’m fucking you, honey…”
“Oh, Laura!”
“I’m bangin’ that beautiful body, with everyone watching…”
“Oh, my God!”
“And we’re just getting started…”
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” she went.
She appeared to be closing in on a climax, in her own world now.
“Thaaaaaaaat’s my baby……”
Laura’s thrusts were still shallow, but steady as a rock.
The group of us watching this on film were mesmerized now, with every head facing the screen. This was amazing for me. My entire class of teenagers interacting together in the residence!
We were all on the edge of our seats, as the tension climbed to the boiling point.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!”
Missy’s head was thrashing from side to side now.
Laura slid in and out effortlessly and relentlessly.
“Thaaaat’s my baby……… Doin’ perfect now….,” she droned, still fucking.
We could all see her buttocks flexing.
But our eyes were mostly on Missy’s face. She was very close now. Building nicely, still the innocent babe in the woods, who was almost ready for her release.
“Here we go baby,” warned Laura.
“Oh! Laura! Oh!!!!”
Laura’s jaw tightened and with one determined thrust she plunged forward, bursting through Missy’s hymen, shoving the cockhead right to the end of her sheath.
“UNNN!!!” went the girl on top.
“AIIIIIIIYYYYEEEE!!!!!” came the squeal below.
She pushed in and held, Missy wailing in response, her head rolling back into the pillow while her body went into uncontrollable throes, her legs kicking out as her upper body undulated with convulsions.
Laura’s timing was perfect.
Missy was cumming and we could all see it.
Laura held the rod firmly in the depths of her little cunny, riding it right along with her, stabilizing her with her own body, which she now gently lowered onto her tender young partner.
The other girls cried out softly in sympathy, unable to resist, even as they watched and filmed, and enjoyed the show.
Missy thrashed and bucked, and Laura held her down, her own body firm while her partner’s legs jerked and her hands gripped whatever she could find.
In our room there was a collection of heavy breathing, and we all felt the relief of release as the climax crested and bloomed.
We still kept watching however, eager to share the girls’ exchanges after the moment. And we were further rewarded as Laura and Missy kissed again, then shared their lips with the other girls. Missy was tended to by all of them, with hugs and congratulations as well as getting attention to her gentle girlhood, which was soon covered with a warm compress.
She seemed to recover quickly, and was soon smiling and enjoying the company of her comrades in her room.
The film then skipped ahead, showing the girls getting ready to disburse for the night.
“We drew straws to see who would get to sleep with you tonight, and Ridley won,” said Laura. “Is that okay with you?”
Missy smiled and looked toward Ridley. “Sure, it is.”
Ridley smiled back gratefully.
“And a day or two from now you should be ready for the real thing,” Laura added.
With another smile Missy said gratefully, “I’ll never forget tonight.”
“I won’t either,” returned Laura.
Paula skipped ahead again and showed the two girls together in the full size bed. We were all impressed with the equipment, as we could all hear what the girls were saying.
Ridley asked, “Have you thought any more about who you want to be your first?”
She answered slowly, but openly. “Jasmine wants it to be……, well, maybe…. a, ummm, well, a doggie. She saw how I reacted at the breeding.”
I froze. My entire body tingled.
Jesus.
Katie found my hand and squeezed.
I couldn’t even speak……
Ridley smiled. “I agree with her. You were great at the breeding. We could all tell you were into it… That was so hot…… It would be incredibly special….”
“I’m pretty nervous about it. No matter who it is.”
“That’s only natural your first time. Of course you are.”
“I want it to be special, and I’m afraid if I just do it with a guy it will let everyone down.”
“That’s very thoughtful and generous of you. And we all want to be there when it happens. To be part of it.”
“I want that too, for SURE. You don’t think it would be, um, weird? To be with a doggie? First time?”
“I think it would be special. REALLY special……”
“Do you think Ms. Parker would approve?”
“I’d be really surprised if she wouldn’t,” insisted Ridley.
Just like that the loop ended and the lights came up. All eyes were on me. I smiled reassuringly at the faces I saw.
“Not to worry. I will approve,” I said with a laugh. Then I turned to Paula. “That was incredible. Spectacular.”
She nodded in thank you.
Jordan spoke then. “That was the night of your field trip. We were wondering if she has said any more to you, Alex.”
“Not yet,” I replied. “But it sounds like she’ll be ready pretty soon now.”
It was the twins who spoke next, as they both approached me. “We agree with you and we have a thought.”
“Okay…”
“We thought it might be cool to sort of repeat your field trip,” said Wendy.
“Another breeding?” I asked.
“Yes, but this time we might substitute Missy for whomever the planned bitch is.”
“You would surprise her?”
“We’d like to do it that way.”
My heart warmed at the idea.
“Would you want to surprise the rest of them also?” I asked.
“If you think it will work,” answered Wanda.
“Hmmm. It might be better if one or some of them know. Or had an inkling. Could we say that the bitch is, um, “to be decided” or something?”
“Why not? That leaves a bit of mystery.”
Wendy spoke again. “We can do it any way you suggest, but our hope is to keep it as spontaneous as possible, and have all the girls involved.”
“And we should move fast on this?” I asked.
“We were hoping for day after tomorrow. She’ll be ready by then. And Rebecca Mears would like to be there.”
“What about Randall?” I asked.
“He would be in the audience. But Rebecca would be a participant.”
“Along with my other students?”
The twins both nodded.
There were cocktails and snacks at that point, so Katie and I hung around. Before the night was over, we watched Paula take on seven men, while five women, myself included, watched her initiation into the Gilmore School. I stuck close to Katie and Rebecca, who seemed to quite enjoy watching Randall inserting himself into the lovely Paula. The twins mostly filmed, and I had to wonder if they ever partook in these kind of activities. They always seemed to be content to just observe. Very curious…
By the time the guys were finished with her, Paula could barely stand up. They had fucked her absolutely ragged. She never complained, but she was so worn out we all helped her get home, sending the men off on their own. Randall came with us, but he was the only man that helped us help her home that night. She was very thankful.
As luck would have it, Laura came to see me the next day during office hours, all by herself. It was the first time we had faced each other one on one, and she actually seemed a bit apprehensive for the first time.
There was no doubt the office dynamic was different, but I wanted her to be as comfortable as possible with me. And I wasn’t sure why she was nervous…
“I’m… not too sure about this,” she said, leading off, “But it just seemed…”
I raised my hand to stop her.
“Laura…,” I said with a nod, “you’re a wonder. You’re the best leader of this group that I could possibly ask for. You are a gift to me, to the school, to the other girls, to the world of men……”
Her mouth opened slightly and her eyes widened.
I continued. “I can sense your growing relationship with the others, and you’ve given yourself to the class in more ways than you know. Your willingness and your performance in the library the other day was superb, and that tells me that I’m right on track with this class and that it will be a smashing success for all of you.”
“Wow. Miss Parker… Alex…”
I nodded.
She took a deep breath. “Thank you. That’s the best thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“All true,” I said, lifting my eyebrows.
She sighed and let it sink in. I waited.
“Well…, I love this school, and I feel very lucky to be part of it, and especially this class. You’re probably the best teacher I’ve ever had…..”
“But something is on your mind,” I put in for her, “And I hope you will feel completely comfortable in talking to me about it.”
“I think so,” she said, taking a deep breath. “You’re the only one I could, for sure. I think all of us are struggling a little with this new-found territory, and this new freedom, too.”
“Understandable. I can relate.”
She looked around then. “Are we…… being recorded?” she asked quietly.
“We are,” I admitted. “Surveillance is everywhere on this campus, as I explained in the beginning, and it’s nothing to be ashamed of or concerned about. The owners of this school have everyone’s best interest at heart and they respect everyone’s privacy. It’s primarily to keep us safe and to make sure nothing is endangering. But if you’re uncomfortable, we can take a walk…”
She was thoughtful for a moment, then nodded. “I guess I’m okay with it.”
“I find it best to just forget about it.”
She nodded. “Well, anyway….. Some things are happening…… have happened… that I wanted to talk about a little bit.”
“Okay,” I encouraged.
“I think… I think most of us are centered around Missy at the moment, and her… introduction to… our, how shall I say, female world?”
I chuckled. “Yes. I know what you mean.”
“I guess I should tell you what has happened already.”
“Okay.” This could be absolutely perfect.
“Well, uh, night before last, we, uh, well I, uh… some of us got together and we, uh, we broke Missy’s hymen.”
“Oh?” I pretended surprise. “Good for you. How did you do it?”
She seemed slightly surprised by my easy support, but she continued.
“We…, um, used a dildo from the library.”
I nodded evenly. “That’s why they’re there. Sounds ideal. Was it a strap-on? Did you use it that way?”
This surprised her even more.
“Well, yes,” she said. “That’s what we, uh, I…”
I tried to put her at ease. “That’s what it’s designed for. Did you use missionary position?”
“Uh, yes. As a matter of fact, I did.”
“Perfect. So, you were her partner?”
She nodded. “The others were all there……”
“But it was you who fucked her,” I stated clearly. She froze instantly and I knew it was because I had used the word fuck. That always had impact. And it often broke barriers.
“Yes. I fucked her and she came,” she said a little breathlessly.
“She came!” I emphasized.
She nodded. “Yes, she did.”
“Sounds PERFECT,” I emphasized.
She took a deep breath.
“Who all was there?” I asked casually.
“All of us except for Jessie, Debbie and Britney.”
“Our other three virgins…” I said.
She nodded.
“And how did Missy take it?” I pressed.
“She took it really well,” Laura continued. “We talked about it. Planned it, sort of. All of us. She was willing. Almost eager. And…, I think I can say she’s ready now. By that I mean, she’s ready and willing to go the rest of the way. The real thing, if you get my meaning.”
“I’m very glad to hear that.”
“It’s sort of that that I wanted to talk to you about.”
“Okay.”
“Well, the other girls and I… Missy too, have been thinking…”
This time I did NOT interrupt her.
“Actually, we’ve had some pretty wild ideas.”
I still did not say anything.
“These are only thoughts, mind you, but… We’ve all been, uh, well sort of quite taken by the, uh, bestiality section in our new library. And Missy was thinking… and we were too, that maybe her first, you know, should be…”
“Unique?” I finally put in.
“Yes!” she said with relief. “Is that wrong of us?” she asked quickly. “Are we headed in the wrong direction here?”
“Not if she’s open to it,” I replied directly. I kept my voice casual. “There is no such thing as taboo at this school.”
She closed her eyes. I could see her relief.
I realized that they all looked upon me as their guiding light, their ultimate counselor, their universal leader, so to speak. Exactly as I had hoped they would.
“I presume you’re speaking about a canine experience. Is that right?”
Laura nodded. “She was exceptionally taken by the breeding with Reese and Lilly. I think we all were.”
“He’s a handsome fella.”
Our conversation stopped for a pause and she was thoughtful. This had obviously been a big deal, so I let her think about it.
“I guess our whole world has opened up so much lately I just wanted to take a step back for a moment and take a breather.”
“There’s a lot out there,” I said. “I’m sure you’re having feelings that run all along the spectrum.”
She nodded gratefully.
“It’s all quite natural in one way or another. The important thing is to not get hung up or give in to a lot of self-doubt. The heart wants what it wants, and so does your libido. To suppress only leads to frustration. You can do it all and still have a relationship with a man, have a family, children, and a more classic life. Even after you have explored and satisfied all your lusts for the rest. All is forgiven in time. The past has passed.”
She nodded, her face grateful now.
“I’m curious about one thing, though,” I added.
“Okay.”
“I don’t know Missy’s background. If she’s into this, I wonder if she’s witnessed it or had some previous experience of some kind.”
Now Laura looked slightly conspiratorial. She seemed reticent to say more about it. “She did tell me something. But it was in confidence.”
“Oh,” I said flatly. “That makes sense. I hope it was not a bad experience?”
“I don’t think so. It just left her a little confused. She looked around furtively. “Can I whisper it?”
I nodded. “Of course.”
I got up and came around my desk as she stood up.
With her lips to my ear, she said, “She saw her mom doing it.”
Whispering back, I said, “Does her mom know?”
Laura shook her head.
I nodded. “All right. It makes perfect sense now.”
“I wondered,” she said, sitting back down as I moved back to my own seat.
“If she brings that up again, tell her she can talk to me. There’s no reason to be embarrassed. For her mother, or herself. It’s not that uncommon.”
She nodded then. “All right. I’ll pass that along if I can. But you think it is all right for her?”
“Most definitely. She might open up a new world with her mother.”
Laura smiled. “Oh, right. I hadn’t thought of that.”
We paused for a moment as she reflected. Then I spoke again.
“What about you? Are you having the same feelings that Missy is?”
She smiled, then turned her head to the side. She almost looked sheepish. “Sort of,” she said shyly.
“Do you want to tell me?” I asked gently.
She turned toward me, looking much more confident than before.
“I… haven’t actually talked about it with the others yet.”
“All right.”
She cleared her throat then. “Do they… do any other kinds of breeding at the Gilmore Farm?”
“Yes, they do. I know that,” I told her.
“How about…” she cleared her throat, “uh,…, horses?”
I smiled with understanding. “Good for you, Laura.”
“Really?”
“I knew you were special. And it’s totally appropriate.”
“It’s still a little embarrassing,” she admitted.
“No need to feel that. You like them big. It’s no surprise to me.”
“There’s not much in the library about that.”
“I’ll see that we get some more.”
“I’m not in a rush.”
“Oh, I understand. Perhaps we need another field trip to see some other kinds of breedings. Later on in the semester.”
“God, I’d love to see that.”
“So would I,” I agreed. “Have you had a really big one yet?” My tone was light. But she brightened at my asking about her own personal experiences.
“Not too big. One guy was over seven.”
“Have you tried any black guys?”
“Not yet.” By her inflection I could tell she’d be willing.
“I know some basketball players,” I offered.
Her mouth opened. “Are you serious?” Her eyes widened.
“If you want.”
“So you’ve……?”
A smile slowly curved across my face as I just nodded.
Breathing deeply, she sat back in her chair, saying nothing. I thought of my adventure with Lamar, Jimmy, Jake and Rumble. Should I tell her about it? Not right now, I thought. But sometime…
“So let me ask YOU a question,” I put to her.
“Okay.”
“In your session with Missy, did anyone record it? On a phone, maybe?”
She nodded. “Yes. Several of the girls did. Why? Do you want to see it?” She had come right out with it. It had not crossed her mind that their bedrooms were all compromised. That was good, I thought.
I moved my mouth to one side, making a thoughtful look. “I think I might. Do you suppose I could borrow someone’s phone?”
“I’d be glad to ask,” she offered. “I’ll bet they’d all be willing.”
“All right. Send me a text if it works. I will look into other breedings at the farm. And you think about, uhm, basketball players. How does that sound?”
“You’re the best teacher in the world,” she said gratefully.
I smiled with embarrassment. “Thank you, Laura.” I got up to walk her to the door and we hugged before she left.
By five o’clock that afternoon I got a text.
“Candy, Cindy and Jasmine got the best footage. They’d be happy to loan out their phones.”
I arranged for Paula to borrow the three phones that evening. She would return them personally before lights out.
Later that same night I got a call from Jordan Marcus.
“Paula caught the footage of your office visit with Laura today,” he said. “Just wanted you to know that we’ve passed that along and everyone, including myself, is very grateful for the way you handled that. She says she can work that into a loop and it can be incredibly dynamic.”
“Thanks, Jordan. I was amazed at how well that little conversation fit into our little plans, don’t you know?”
“Yes, I was too. And the little benefit toward the end was very special.”
“About the horse breeding? Or the black guys?”
“Both, actually. Some terrific possibilities, don’t you think?”
“Very much so.”
“Paula was very happy you could get the phones for her.”
“That worked out easily also.”
“We don’t know what was whispered, but we’ll let you decide how to handle that.”
“Missy witnessed her mother with a dog.”
“Oh, perfect. That makes good sense.”
“I can see why she didn’t talk about it,” I added. “I think that knowledge will come in very handy after Missy’s breeding. I might step in and help with her mother.”
“I think that’s a fantastic idea.”
“So is the field trip happening?”
“The field trip is on, and the Mears are working on it.”
“I will announce that in class tomorrow. I guess it’s planned for the day after?”
“Yes. That is the plan. I’m sure they’ll be ready.”
“I think your sponsors will be very happy after this week,” I told him.
“I’m certain of it…….”
I don’t think I had ever experienced a class, either as a teacher or a student, where the class members were as attentive as my group of six. That next morning, after my meeting with Laura and the day before we were to initiate Missy, the girls were as bright-eyed and interested as I had ever seen them. No fooling about, they were fully ready to start at one minute before class, looking to hear anything I had to say and not wasting a moment of it.
I made a point of not making other than casual eye contact with either Missy or Laura, but I could tell, even peripherally, that they were both different now. Toward each other mostly, but it was in the air and in their body language, and even pervaded the entire group. They were all evolving together, strengthening themselves, entering a comfort zone among themselves that they had never experienced heretofore.
“A couple of announcements,” I began, “Then I’ll do a short lecture, after which we’ll have questions and answers. Sound good?”
They all nodded.
“We have a doctor coming today, and he will be able to prescribe the pill for any of you who wish to get on it. If you’re already using it, I recommend you just check in with him. If you’re not on the pill but want to be, this is your chance. I think it is probably a good idea. It’s very safe these days, and it’s provided free by the school.”
Again I saw some subtle nods.
“Next, we’re having another field trip tomorrow, back to Gilmore Farms.”
This brought some murmurs and a looks of excitement from them.
“I know we just had one, and this will be similar, but the opportunity arose and I thought you might enjoy it. Anyone who doesn’t wish to go may take the day off.”
No one spoke.
“All right then. Today we’re going to talk about… what makes a good lay. Before we do that, I want to try a little experiment. I want each of you to rise in your place one at a time, and say the word “fuck” to the class. Laura, may we start with you?”
She nodded. Then she stood up. “Fuck,” she said strongly.
I waited just second. “Thank you. Ridley? How about you.”
Ridley was sitting right behind her, so she rose. “Fuck!” she said.
We went on to Candy, then Cindy, then Jasmine, then Missy.
The intonations were all different, with Laura and Ridley using the word more brightly, the others more uncertain.
Jasmine said it almost defiantly, while Candy and Cindy were more curious. I remembered that their questionnaire said they’d only had sex one time before.
Missy was the most tentative, which was expected, but she still spoke right up. I had to admit the word sounded amazing coming out of her.
“It’s quite a word, and by different inflections it can mean a lot of different things. But if used in certain settings, it can be very seductive.”
I looked out at them and saw nothing but curiosity. They wondered where I was going here.
“Okay,” I said, “Let’s try this again, in the same order. Only this time I want you to say, “Fuck me.””
Eyes widened at this, but Laura stood up without a pause.
“FUCK me!”
Ridley’s voice was a little softer. “Fuck me,” she said, making it more of an invitation than a command.
By the time we got to Missy it was more of a question than anything else.
They were surprised when I said no more about it, but stood up and went right into my lecture:
“Today, we’re going to talk about what makes a good lay. From the female point of view. Any of you who are lacking experience in this can rely on your fantasies or imagination. So, let’s start with the question about your own male partner: What is most important to you. Take a moment to think about it, then let’s begin.”
I had been pacing back and forth as I spoke to them, and now I stopped.
There was a pause, then Ridley’s hand went up. “Size?”
“Okay.”
“Looks,” said Laura, a little more definitely.
In the same theme, Candy said, “Buns.”
Jasmine spoke next. “I’ll go with Laura. Handsome.”
Cindy said, “Nice.”
No one was sure what to expect from Missy, but I was pleased when she said, “Aggressiveness.”
“Very good Missy. Go to the head of the class.”
She blushed.
The other girls looked curious, as though they had missed something.
I explained. “There’s nothing wrong with any of your answers. Attraction is a very individual thing. But most of what you’re describing is the physical aspect of your partner. That’s fine, but…… It’s not enough.”
There were murmurs of understanding.
“As you develop your own experience in the art of sex, there are other things you’ll be focusing on. These would be things like your partner’s experience, his staying power, his attention to YOUR needs, his open-mindedness, etc. Most men or partners want to bring you off as much as they do themselves. Those things are also very important.”
This hushed them a little as they knew I was far more experienced than they were.
I waited, letting things sink in.
Laura’s hand went up slightly in front. I looked at her.
“What makes US good? What makes US good for THEM?”
I paused at that, surprised and impressed by her question.
“Very good Laura. Good question, and in many ways, that’s why we’re here.”
I looked out at the others.
“In many ways, the same things apply to both sides. But there are two things that apply mostly to us, the female side.”
I paused again, looking at all the attentive faces. They were all mine. Engrossed in everything I was saying, hanging on my every word. These girls were fully interested in sex.
“Those two things,” I continued, “Are willingness…, and participation. There are exceptions, mind you, but most of the time a man wants a woman who is willing and shows it in a classy or seductive way. There is an art to showing your willingness, and we’ll get into that another time. We know that men are nearly always willing. We are not expected to be that way, so when we are, it becomes quite arousing for a man.
“The second thing is participation. It’s easy to just lay there and let a guy fuck you. But when you start fucking him back, that really turns him on. If a man says, “She’s a lousy lay”, it probably means that the girl in question just lays there and is not so much into it. But when you make noise, or when you pump him back, that’s when he responds. When you touch him first, when you rub yourself against him, that’s when he knows you are with him on this.
“Some men like the woman to be on top, because she does the work then. But a girl can pump from other positions too. The movement might be subtle. But all you need to do is tuck and thrust a little, and they get the message clearly. And if you’re into it, it will become natural. Next time you’re alone in your bed, lie flat on your back and try it. Or if you have a partner with a strap-on, try it with her.”
They were riveted now, honing in on this specific instruction. We were getting right down into it now, and that was unusual for them.
“It’s easier in missionary position than doggie, but you’ll see what I mean. In doggie you just sort of thrust your pelvis back, while in missionary you push it up. Give it a try when you have a chance and don’t be shy about it.
I looked back at Laura. “Thanks, Laura, that was a good question. I think now we’re probably ready for some Q and A.”
The first hand that shot up was Candy’s.
“Yes, Candy.”
“Does… does a girl usually feel it when a guy cums inside her?” She glanced around, obviously feeling a little self-conscious. “I mean, I’ve only done it once, and the guy came, but I didn’t think I felt anything.”
I nodded. “Okay. And the answer to that is, not always. It depends how much and it also depends where you’re getting it. You can actually feel it more in your ass. But if a guy has enough, you will feel it in the front. Anyone else care to share their experience about this?”
Ridley answered quickly. “I’d agree with that. I’ve felt it sometimes, but not always.”
“Same here,” agreed Laura.
Missy was blushing in the back and I smiled at her. “Don’t worry Missy. We all know you haven’t done it yet. You’ll get the chance.”
Still blushing, she nodded, trying to smile.
Cindy spoke then, “I’ve only done it once, and he used a rubber.”
Jasmine spoke. “I’ve never had a guy cum inside me either.”
“All the more reason for you girls to be on the pill,” I said, making a mental note of what I’d just heard.
Laura asked the next question, which was quite pointed.
“Do dogs cum a lot?”
I found it difficult not to smile. Bestiality was back in the front. “Yes,” I said emphatically. “Dogs DO cum a lot. You’ll feel it, that’s for sure.” I allowed myself a glance toward Missy, and her mouth was open.
“But I can tell you girls,” I said as I turned to face them directly, “It’s horses that come the most. A big stud is a real sight to behold when he gets it off.”
Now Laura and Ridley both raised their hand, but Laura spoke right out. “…Any chance we could see that?”
Ridley nodded. “Yeah.”
I looked at both of them. “Probably. I’ll look into it.”
Ridley asked, “Have you ever seen it?”
I nodded. “Between two horses, yes, several times. With a human partner, I’ve only seen films.” And I knew we did not have any actual films in our library. Only drawings and artwork. “And I have NOT done that……” I looked out at them. “At least, not yet……”
They got quiet for another moment. “Any more questions?”
Finally Jasmine’s hand came up.
I looked at her.
“This is totally off the wall, but why did you turn the heat up? You did it in the library, and before in the classroom. Why was that?”
I smiled. “Good question. There’s an old saying. The best way to get a girl hot is to get her physically hot. That has been my experience, and I would attest to it. So, think about this, all of you: The next time you’re in the back of a car with your boyfriend? If he turns the heat up, you’ll know what he’s trying to do. Or, if you want to, ask him to turn the heat up and see how he reacts.”
I looked at the clock. “I think that’s about it for today.”