After the Hastings left, Judy got on the phone with Sandra. She told her all about the exciting meeting with the Hastings, then told her of the plan.
The plan was simple. She wanted Robby to use a fishing hook to hook the rear of her skirt and hang it to her top, high in the back, high enough to completely expose her naked ass, and high enough to pull the front up over her pussy mound. If he could practice the move so that he could deftly accomplish the hooking on a teacher slowly passing by his desk, she intended to pretend she was not aware. She also wanted a sign written on a three by five card that boldly declared: "I FUCK DOGS!"
Needless to say, Sandra loved the idea. Judy said she'd wear the same skirt she had on, then described the skirt she'd changed into. On Monday, she explained, the mini-skirt would be worn properly snugged down on her hips, so the hemline would be the normal mini-skirt length. She explained that she could not wear a mini-skirt on campus, but could wear a decent wrap-around that could be discarded once she entered the classroom.
The plan was set in motion, and Sandra said she'd have Robby practice all weekend on her until he could do it in his sleep. She suggested that Judy wear a tight-fitting sweater that would hook easily without pulling down. She also suggested they dull the point of the hook and use two hooks soldered at the eyelets--one to hook the hem of the skirt, the other to hang on the sweater. One would remain sharp, the other, dull. The plan just got better and better.
By Monday morning, Judy was as nervous as a virgin bride on her wedding day. She'd spent her entire Sunday masturbating and rehearsing all the possible scenarios that could occur. She had a plan if Robby botched the hooking, and one if it went relatively well, and one if he did it perfectly.
She tried the outfit on many times with different top combinations, and finally settled on a red knit crop top that left her midriff bare. It went well with the mini-skirt; but like the skirt, could not be worn on campus. She figured, "What the hell, if I wear the skirt, I may as well go all out and wear the items that went with it to include four-inch heels." She modeled the combination, struck by the image she projected. She looked like a hooker.
The wrap-around was out. She needed a full cover and opted for a light coat. The early spring weather would call for a light coat, anyway, so no one should take notice if she kept it on outside the classroom.
She modeled the coat over her provocative attire and felt confident that no one would be the least suspicious. She could even be naked under the coat without drawing suspicions, since most of her blouses showed a bare upper chest and the hem of the coat was at the proper length for a short skirt, her usual attire.
The prospect of one day going off to teach a class without a stitch on for an entire day, made her attack her tired pussy for the tenth time, and it was only two in the afternoon. By bedtime, she was one tired and worn-out fuckeroo. At least, she got a good night's sleep. She even slept through a fuck, but that wasn't unusual. Remember, she was married to a lawyer.
When she emerged from her car on Monday morning, she was glad she had the coat. The chill in the air swirled under the coat to tickle her near-naked body, reminding her of her obscene attire. As she walked across the campus to her special classroom, she was aware of the eyes she drew. They seemed to know what was under the coat, but in reality, it was the high heels, and the way they displayed her bare legs, the way they made her walk, that drew attention. Some, no doubt, were thinking she could be naked, wishful thinking.
Still, it was nothing unusual to draw attention to herself at the school. She fought back her insecurities, her fears, and moved confidently on to her classroom. There, she deposited her books and told one of the three students she found there to be the class monitor until she returned.
The kids she encountered knew nothing, or gave away nothing in their innocent expressions. Part of Judy's plan was to keep herself occupied in the teacher's lounge in order to give Rachel, Robby, and Tiffany time to fully recount their stories--a warmup act.
Judy found the lounge packed on the one day she hoped it would be quiet. It seemed everyone needed to use the copier as the office copier was down. Judy's excuse for staying away was to make copies, so she had no choice but to stay.
The teacher mix included office staff, so there were mostly women all crowded into the room designed to seat eight around a long table. She saw only two men, both teachers, and one was reputed to be gay. The other was a schmuck.
Every chair was taken, and eight more stood around. The schmuck had a chair and wasn't about to give it up to a lady. The room was hot and she soon appeared out-of-place wearing even a light coat.
No one took much notice, but eyes occasionally wandered over her bare legs to her high heels, unusual footwear for a teacher who stood all day. She heard whispering, and she felt the stares, but that wasn't at all unusual. It seemed that no matter what she wore, they'd stare and whisper. They'd pegged her for a slut on day one, and nothing short of a religious conversion to an order of nuns would change that. She had a few friends who thought she was cool, bold, and liked her independence, but most were cold and aloof, always finding something to criticize.
One of her friends, Connie Blackwell, sidled up to Judy and whispered, "I see you're wearing high heels and no panty hose. You must be a masochist."
Judy smiled and whispered back, "They go with what's under my coat."
"Really? Take the coat off. I dare you."
"I can't. I'm wearing a mini-skirt and crop top--a micro-mini, actually."
"You're shitting me?"
"No, I'm not. I've always wanted to do this. I finally got the courage. Today's the day."
"Take the coat off, Judy. You must."
"I'd love to, Connie. It's hotter than hell in here, but I can't. I'm serious. I'm dressed like a street-corner hooker."
"Do it, Judy. What can they do? Those that would complain have already complained. Their complaints fall on deaf ears. They know it's pointless to file complaints. We just lost two more teachers, and the state is coming down hard on the district. We're using way too many unqualified subs. We could lose accreditation along with state funding. That's the real pressure. That's why you don't get any static. It's not because they love you in the main office. Please, Judy, strike a blow for womankind. Strike a blow for indecency. Strike a blow for hookers with teaching credentials."
"Connie, stop pushing me. I'm telling you, I can't. I'm obscene under this coat." She leaned in closer to whisper, "I'm not wearing any underwear, either--no bra and no panties."
"Oh, God, you fucking slut! You're going to make me cum."
Judy smiled. Connie was one who could call her a slut and draw a smile. The woman was still pleading her case with her eyes. Judy was tempted to remove the coat, but it was Marge Rogers, her most vocal critic and busybody, drawing attention to the coat that swayed her.
Marge, from her seat at the table, stopped all conversation in the room as she loudly said, "Judy, you're burning up in that coat. Get comfortable. We'll be here awhile."
Connie nudged her, then reached for the shoulders in a move to assist removal. Judy was now on the spot with every eye on her. She had no choice and began undoing buttons. As the coat opened down the front, revealing a bare midriff, the braless top, and short skirt, not a sound was heard above the whine of a copy machine. When Connie drew the coat off, coffee mugs hit the table, mouths fell open, and a collective gasp was heard.
Uncomfortable with the attention, Judy turned her back to them and faced Connie who was looking over her body unabashedly, stunned by what she was seeing. When Connie finally looked her in the eyes, her features showed a bright red flush of excitement. She softly said, "Oh, you nasty little whore."
Judy whispered, "What are they doing?"
"What do you think they're doing. You have every eye running over luscious bare skin that no teacher in this school ever showed. Don't shy away, Judy. You just told them you're an exhibitionistic slut. Face them. Where's your bold, independent spirit? Show them you're not intimidated. Marge is gloating. Don't give her this pleasure. Don't even look humiliated. Damn you! I mean it. Turn the fuck around."
Judy thought, "Oh, God, why did I do that? I'm going to blow everything."
Connie said, "I'm moving. If you want to stand here facing a wall, go right ahead."
"No, Connie, please don't!"
It was no use pleading. Connie moved to refresh her coffee. Judy screwed-up her courage, took a deep breath, and turned to face the others while wearing a forced smile. Marge said, "Are you planning to turn a few tricks today, Judy? I hope you know these kids rarely carry much more than lunch money."
This made every lung suck air. Judy's hair stood up on her neck. Connie stopped pouring coffee. Judy fixed Marge with a defiant stare and said, "You would know."
Marge turned beet red as snickers and outright laughs broke out. She slammed her cup down, grabbed her papers, and left in a huff. Connie began applauding, and several others joined in. Two more female teachers got up and left in a huff, leaving Judy in a less crowded room of more tolerant people.
One third still looked with critical disapproving eyes, another third looked shocked but amused, and the other third were just plain amused. Connie was absolutely thrilled.
One of the critical group said, "Judy, you can expect Mr. Jennings to poke his head in the door. Marge is going straight for his office. If I were you. I'd put the coat back on."
Connie countered, "I say she leaves it off. What can he do?"
Another voice offered, "He can call the police, that's what he can do. What you have on is clearly obscene. I like it, but it is obscene."
The queer said, "He could, but he won't. I say she's safe. I'm with Connie."
Schmuck said, "Greg's right. There's not a damn thing Dick can do about this, and knowing Dick as I do, he won't want to do a damn thing but look."
A moderate voice offered, "Take my advice, Judy. When he gets you in his office, don't cower or back down. We all know you're an exhibitionist. You're not shocking anyone here. If you show fear, he'll walk all over you."
Connie added, "That's right, Judy. Stop trying to hide it. You have a great body. You like showing it. If I had a body like yours, I'd want to show it, too. If women were honest, I think they'd all agree. I think we'd all be exhibitionists if we had something worth exhibiting. I, for one, envy the hell out of you. If you back down, I'll be terribly disappointed in you. You're my hero, girl. Strut your stuff."
One of the moderates, June Bennet, raised her coffee mug in salute and surprised everyone by saying, "I'm with Connie. I salute you. Don't back down, kid. Some of us live vicariously through you. I, for one, will have a great day, and please don't disturb me if I'm taking too long in a bathroom stall."
This shocking inference to masturbation from a woman who never so much as cracked a smile at off-colored humor had all smiling, astonished eyes turned on her blushing face, prompting her to defensively say, "Well, we all do it."
Paula Biggs, her best friend, said, "We don't admit it in public, June. Christ! Why don't you pull your dildo out and show it to them."
June exclaimed, "PAULA!"
Paula defensively said, "I didn't start this, you did!"
June cried, "She started it!"
"You just don't want anyone to know where you keep it."
June turned beet red and exclaimed, "PAULA!"
Laughter broke out all around. June died of shame. When the laughter and teasing died down, a voice they hadn't heard, one from the shocked and critical group, said, "You've gone this far, Judy. You may as well keep on this course. Your little kink is not all that uncommon, and harmless as I see it. If you like showing, there's plenty who like looking. I have to ask. I see you're not wearing a bra. Are you wearing panties?"
Judy blushed crimson and sucked in a deep breath. June looked relieved that attention was now refocused on Judy. Connie quickly said, "Don't you dare tell a lie. I know the truth. Show them, Judy. Do it right. Raise your skirt. Raise it high and hold it there. Do it, Judy, I dare you. I know you're dying to."
With all eyes fixed on the front of her skirt, Judy could not deny the overpowering urge to do just as Connie suggested. All she needed was one more voice to push her over the edge. She received a chorus of, "Do its!"
To an exhibitionist, the chorus was sweet music, intoxicating music. Judy took another deep breath, reached for the hem at both thighs and turned the skirt inside-out, totally baring herself from the waist down. There was another group intake of breath. Connie excitedly said, "Beautiful, I knew you were a shaver. Hold it there. Now, show us your tits. Pull the top up. Do it, Judy. Bare it all, girl."
Almost in a trance, Judy reached for the bottom front edge of her stretchy top and lifted it over her breasts. She stood there, effectively naked, then turned in place at June's suggestion. She turned around fully, then replaced her clothing when Dick Jennings poked his head in the door, took one look at Judy exposing her nude body, and said, "Mrs. Elders. I'd like to see you in my office immediately. And put something decent on before you leave this room."
He then left and eased the door shut. She received a flurry of advice that ranged from "leave the coat" to "shoot him a beaver."
Judy had to think fast and do her own thinking. She was good at sizing-up a situation and quickly weighing her options. She'd gone way too far by removing the coat, and crossed the line by exposing her body to half the faculty.
She was now completely out of the closet whether she liked it or not. Within minutes of her departure, the news would spread to every member of the school faculty, though the students would remain in the dark, at least for a while. Sooner or later, they'd get wind of her behavior. Eaves-dropping was an art.
There were only two possible outcomes if she held to her guns: She and her kink would be tolerated, or she and her kink would be fired. The remote possibility that she might be tolerated and accepted as she was stirred her imagination. The conditions were right, and with Steve to fall back on, she boldly considered going for broke. The prospect of being able to walk about the campus in lewdly revealing clothes or totally naked under a short coat was too good to pass up.
She made her decision and tossed the coat to the floor as though throwing it away for good. Connie jumped for joy as Judy made for the door and the packed office area outside that door, full of students, parents, and staff. She paused with her hand on the door knob to address the grinning faculty members, who now seemed united behind her resolve. She said, "I am an exhibitionist, and I'm not going to hide that fact any longer. I'm proud of my body, and I love showing all of it. Feel free to spread the word. I may lose my job over this, but while I'm here, I'm going to be my uninhibited self. Fuck it!"
With that, and with applause ringing in her blushing ears, she made her dramatic exit, and made a dramatic entrance into a sea of little people, parents, teachers, staff, and a janitor. The sea parted for her. Mouths fell open. Words died on lips as every eye followed her swaying ass and undulating hooters into the principal's office."
When the door closed behind her, Dick Jennings looked up from his desk. On seeing her, he slammed the pencil down and angrily said, "Damnit, Judy! What's wrong with you? How could you walk though that office wearing such an outrageous outfit. You look like a damn hooker."
Judy came forward and sat with a resigned plop in one of the two chairs that always sat before his desk. She crossed her legs and watched his eyes follow the crossing of naked thigh over naked thigh. She said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Jennings, but I'm a confirmed, devout, card-carrying exhibitionist. Everyone knows that. I'm tired of hiding this aspect of my personality."
Dick set the pencil down, looked to the ceiling; then, after a deep breath, brought his eyes down, attempting to halt their downward motion at her eye level, but owing to her adjusted sitting position that revealed a portion of her shaved right labia lip, the eyes went down. He shook his head and said, "Judy, you can't do this in my school. You're a stunningly attractive woman, and lord knows, I like looking at you, but not on school time."
Judy watched his eyes as they fought to stay up, fought a losing battle to stay up, then surrendered to a downward fixed stare. When she had his eyes fixed on her crotch, she uncrossed her legs and sat in an unladylike sprawl that brazenly displayed her entire crotch. Dick wiped his brow as she said, "Don't look away. I want you to stare. I like showing my pussy."
Dick gave the beaver a hard stare as he said, "I know you do, Judy, but this is not the time or the place. You're a teacher from eight to four. What you do before and after that is your business. Frankly, I'd love to sit and look at you for hours on end. You can come in after hours and get naked if you'd like. I can assemble a crowd for you. I'll work with you."
Judy felt encouraged. He hadn't once threatened her job. He was pleading, and doing it in a sweat. She decided to go for broke and deftly whipped off her top. She sat back and hung her legs over the armrests, turning a provocative display into a vulgar one. She had him staring as she circled one turgid nipple with the fingers of her left hand, while the index finger of her right toyed with her moist pussy flesh.
She smiled and said, "Go on. I'm listening. I know I have to make compromises. I know I can't go around naked as I'd like to, but I must be permitted certain liberties to sate my compulsion to exhibit myself during school hours. I'm sorry, but I must insist."
Dick swallowed hard and said, "Judy, we've given you all the liberties we possibly can. I've been covering for you, and believe me, it hasn't been easy. You've made a mockery of our dress code for teachers, and I've fought for your liberties to be a lingerie model in your own time. This is way too much. What is it you want? Let's start there."
"First, I absolutely refuse to wear underwear. No bras or panties. There's no room for compromise on that score."
"Jesus Christ, Judy! This is a fucking elementary school."
"I know what it is."
"All right--what else?"
"I will wear anything or nothing in my own classroom."
"NOTHING!"
"Buck naked. Again, there's no room for compromise there."
"Shit! Where is there room for compromise?"
"I'll cover myself on campus, but I won't wrap myself in a cloth cocoon. I'll be covered in public areas, but not in the teacher's lounge. That's my playground. Oh, and your office, of course."
"Judy, most of my complaints are coming from faculty. If you must exhibit yourself, don't do it there."
"I already did. You saw. They loved it, except for a few uptight biddies, and you can ignore them just like you always do. The rest loved my show."
"All right, damnit. I'll go along, unofficially, but if you create too much heat, I'll have to pull the plug. I may be forced to let you go. That wouldn't be good for either of us."
"I'll make it worth your while to fight hard for my desires. Some exhibitionists are teases and some are sluts. I'm of the slut variety. I'll serve as your personal whore as long as you work with me and keep me in my job. I'll fuck you or anyone you tell me to fuck. I'll suck off your wife till her head caves in. I'll pull trains, entertain at parties. I'll even fuck a dog to amuse you and your friends. Does any of that interest you?"
"It all interests me. You'd fuck a dog?"
"I'd suck and fuck a pack at a school assembly."
"Have you ever let a dog fuck you?"
"Yes. I fucked one on Saturday in my classroom. One of my parents brought a bull dog to a conference. She also brought her child. I put on quite a show, let me tell you. Is that your thing?"
"One of them. I've never seen it, but I'd love to."
"Be in my classroom next Saturday at two. Bring your wife. Bring a few friends. Bring a movie camera. I'm an exhibitionist, remember?"
"I'll be there. I may bring my Jennifer. I'll have to feel her out, but I will have a camera. Judy, I'm having second thoughts about inhibiting you. That fact is, you could get away with wearing that outfit on campus. I couldn't fire you unless you actually went naked on campus, and then I'd need Don Hightower's okay. I'm not sure he'd give it. To that point, I can probably fend off complaints, but if someone called the police and reported an indecent of lewd exposure, it could be out of my hands."
"Now, we're talking. Tell me more."
"We did some checking and our local laws are pretty liberal. Unless you have genitals openly exposed, there's not much the law can do. You're in violation of school dress codes, but that's for me to determine. The high school did away with theirs, and I was told I could do the same. Under our current teacher crisis, no one can fault me for dropping the dress code or looking the other way. You're a fully papered teacher. Right now, a convicted child rapist with papers would be hired on the spot."
"That's great."
"Yes, but don't go overboard. Have fun with my blessing, but my official line is, you told me to fuck off, that you'd do as you damn well pleased. Outwardly, we must appear to be at odds."
"That's fine with me. I like that role. It'll fit my new attitude. I have to get back to my students. Today is a special show and tell day."
"I could swear you had a big pair of balls, Judy, but I can plainly see you don't. The parents will be your downfall. I hope you know that. If they band together against you, we will buckle."
"My parents are all cool."
"I didn't say your parents, I said parents. As much as possible, confine your activities to your classroom."
"I fully intend to. Next week, stop by the classroom unannounced. Bend me over my desk, and fuck me. I dare you."
"Are you serious?"
"I'm dead serious. Stop by any time, and don't ever knock. You may ignore the do not disturb sign. You're such an asshole. You won't honor my privacy; but then again, you are the principal. You can do whatever you want. I'm just a little ol' teacher."
"You're a slut is what you are."
"That's right, and right this very minute, my students are hearing all about my nasty weekend adventure from three who were there. I'm a dog-fucking slut and a child molester. I made one little girl eat her mother and fuck her father. Nothing you do to me will shock them after she tells about her exciting adventure."
"God damn, Judy. Which one? Now, you've hit my button."
"Tiffany Hastings. Do you know her?"
"Oh, fuck yes. You've got to be shitting me. I adore that kid."
"I'm not shitting you. By next week, you can enter my class and pick the one you want. It'll be like a harem for you, and you'll have nothing to fear. By then, I'll have every parent on-board with signed consent forms on file, and they'll be fucking the kids as well. No one will be able to throw stones. Think about that, Dick."
"Are you sure about the parents?"
"I'll know for certain by next Monday. I'm scheduling parent conferences all this week. I've got three down, a firm handle on eight, the rest should be easy from what I hear. I'll give you the all clear when I have them all on-board and something on every one of them. I'll have you a harem by next week, guaranteed."
"Do it, Judy. I want this. Hightower will want this, but his preference is little boy butts, and he has friends in high places with low morals."
"Harem was a poor word choice, then."
"Pull this off and your ticket is punched, Judy. Mine, too. I've been a bit of a disappointment to those who hired me. I can't pass this opportunity of a lifetime up, but we must get something on each and every one, something they wouldn't ever want to get out."
"I know, and I'm doing just that. The kids love to talk about their sexual adventures at home, and before I'm through, they'll have lots to talk about before witnesses, all caught on tape, just in case we need it."
"Beautiful, absolutely beautiful."
"In the mean time, I can send Tiffany to see you."
"I couldn't risk that, not till we have something solid on her parents."
"Dick, the kid's mother gets her jollies setting Tiffany up with known child molesters. Get her on the phone. Hell, I'll set it up. She'd like to be here to watch."
"All right. I trust you. Send Tiffany to me."
"Give me an hour or two to warm her up. She'll know she's coming here to get fucked, so don't beat around the bush. When you're done with her, I'd like you to bring her back, and don't knock. You should walk in on something interesting."
"All right, but don't try to involve me. I'll have to act pissed."
"That's right, and I'll tell you to fuck off and get out of my classroom."
"I may and I may not."
"You might and you might not. You're the principal. Look, I need to run. They've had enough time, and I want to make a stop in the lounge for a quickie. I'm horny as hell. I hope Marge is there."
"If she is, do me a favor. Take that juicy finger and stick it in her big mouth."
"Are you serious? I will."
"I'm dead serious. Ten to one, she sucks. I know an excited hypocrite when I see one. She needs to be put in her place, and the others would love to see you do it. My guess is she'll take it like the closet dyke she is. Lay it on thick, Judy. I'm serious. She'll take it. She's not papered and has no place to go. If she quits, she'll help my stats."
"Fuck it! I'm in the mood."
Judy stood and retrieved her top. She pulled it on and tugged down the skirt, made a turn in place with her arms out and said, "How do I look?"
"You look like a dog-fucking slut. Get out of my office, bitch!"
Judy smiled, opened the door and shouted, "Screw you!" She then slammed the door and marched through a silent sea of gawkers that had thinned considerably since the first period bell sounded ten minutes prior.
When she entered the teacher's lounge, she saw that crowd had not thinned at all. Classroom monitors were working over time. They were waiting on her, and Marge was right in the middle of them, seated in her former place, looking apprehensive at the bold figure leaning against the closed door, glaring at her.
Judy focused on Marge and shouted, "You, bitch!"
Marge turned pale and cowed back in her seat, astonished. Judy marched over and stood towering over the woman, then grabbed the back of her head holding a fistful of grey hairs. She pulled Marge's head back, then wiped her glistening fingers on Marge's mouth. She pried at the tight lips until Marge allowed her lips to part, then sent her slimy digit inside, saying, "Suck on that, you fucking prude."
Dick predicted right. She sucked on the finger, and with little prompting. In fact, she opened her mouth with little resistance. The others stood in a tight circle, watching intently. No one appeared to take exception to Judy's bizarre actions.
With no one objecting, Judy was driven to do more. She climbed onto the table and sat wide-legged before the startled teacher. Marge glanced down at the naked beaver as Judy reclined and brought Marge's face into the widening spread, holding her by the ears. Marge went with the pull and soon found herself smothered in pussy. Judy cried, "Eat me, bitch. Suck my cunt!"
Marge began licking and sucking right away, forgetting the crowd that watched. Judy found that holding her wasn't necessary, so she released her hand holds and used those hands to make her spread more obscene, pushing her thighs flat to the surface with her knees drawn up. Now they were seeing her cunt as a cunt should be viewed, in all its coral pink glory in glimpses as Marge made a tour of the entire crotch area with a fully extended and wildly flailing tongue.
Judy wanted the others to see her cunt without Marge's head in the way, so she ordered Marge to tongue her asshole. Marge went to her knees and obliged, leaving the yawning pussy totally open for the rest to devour with their eyes. Judy basked under the appreciative eyes of her fellow faculty members. Even the queer looked interested.
After giving them plenty of time to absorb all the details, she ordered Marge to tongue fuck her cunt hole, which she eagerly did. She sucked Judy's clit to a climax, then lapped at the slobbering cunt hole until Judy was satisfied and pushed her away.
Judy stripped Marge of every stitch of clothing, even shoes and support hose, leaving her naked and cowering on the verge of tears. Before she could gather her wits, Judy pulled the door open and shoved Marge out, slamming the door shut on her shriek.
Judy braced hard on the door to prevent its opening and had to lean hard for ten seconds until the panicked woman went elsewhere to panic. The others stood watching with open mouths and slack jaws, awed, stunned, though some were amused.
Judy smiled and stood straight when she no longer had to brace the door, looked at her audience, and said, "Turns out, they need accredited teachers worse than I thought. Marge is not papered. Marge is fucked. Does anyone have a problem with that? Jennings doesn't."
Connie, one of the amused, now a self-appointed spokesperson, said, "Are we to assume that all unpapered teachers can expect similar treatment?"
"Could be. Why, you're papered, aren't you?"
"No, not a bit. For ten years, it hasn't mattered. Am I fucked?"
"Like I said, that depends."
"On what? If there's new rules, we'd like to know what they are."
"We who?"
Half the hands went up slowly, timidly, not certain they wanted to reveal that fact after what happened to Marge. Judy studied the group of eight with raised hands, four of which she'd have sworn had credentials. June was one and very timid. Judy felt an incredible rush of power, zeroed in on June making her cower and move back to the wall where she had to stand still and cower. Judy smiled and advanced on June the way she had advanced on Marge--a predatory advance.
People parted to let her advance on June, then closed in around them to see what Judy had in store for the frightened six-year veteran teacher with a husband and five kids, a spotless reputation, and community standing. June pleaded with tears forming, "Oh, please, Judy, don't. Please, I beg you."
Judy used a single finger to lift June's chin until her pleading head was tilted far back, exposing a vulnerable neck for the predator to make a quick kill and be done with it. The power Judy held over this attractive woman was intoxicating, and Paula was thrilled by the scene unfolding in dramatic form. She stood close on June's left, leaned in and whispered loud enough for all to hear, "I think you're fucked, June, more fucked than Marge. Exciting, isn't it?"
June's panic-stricken eyes rolled left to silently beg Paula not to give Judy ideas, but that vulnerable look only drove Paula on. Judy remained silent, allowing this little passion play to unfold further, knowing Paula had intimate knowledge of her cowering friend and knew exactly how to fuck her best.
Paula quickly seized the opportunity and said, "Yes, I'd say more fucked than Marge because guys actually want to fuck you, sweetheart. I dare say every male on campus wants to fuck you. Well, excepting Bruce, but who knows, even he might like to try it. Yes, you're fucked. My guess is, you're not out of the baby business, not by a long shot. I think you'd better brace Robert so he can get started on a room addition, a nursery, a big one."
June's tearful eyes rolled front and center to look at Judy, now the principal actor in this passion play. Judy drew out the tension, smiled devilishly, then said, "Is there a dildo in your cunt, June?"
June's brow wrinkled as she nodded. Judy smiled, reached under the skirt, drew the panties aside, dug for the buried plastic, and removed a slimy facial massager. She held it close to June's grimacing bright red face and said, "Is this your dildo, June?"
June nodded. Judy put it back but pulled the skirt high, dragged the panties low, and did so with all eyes watching the plastic slide into shaved cunt lips. June's shame was all over her face, mortified, dying in place as Judy didn't just push it in, she fucked it in.
Judy fucked it in for several minutes until June relaxed considerably, adjusted to the exposure, and accepted her fucked status. With the skirt still up and the dildo once again buried, Judy said, "You are fucked, June. Any man can have you, now. You cannot say no. All you can do is find a place to do the dirty deed, and quickly, within one minute of a request for a fuck."
"Oh god, Judy, no. Please no."
"Sorry, I think you need fucking as badly as Connie does."
Connie quickly said, "Are you saying I have to follow those orders as well?"
"Yes, Connie."
"I just wanted to make sure I understand the rules. Now, this one minute, is that one minute to find a place or one minute to get coupled? If approached in the classroom or out on the playground, there would only be time to bend over for a screwing. Any students present at the time would just have to watch a screwing. If that's your intent, I hope Jennings can deal with the flack. I'll do it, but I want assurances that Jennings has it covered."
Judy had no idea Connie wanted to get screwed in front of students. She obviously did. June didn't. The others didn't want that, knowing there was no way Jennings could cover that, knowing an order like that would blow the lid off everything. They all waited anxiously, none more anxious than June.
Judy let them sweat, then looked to Connie, the only one not sweating, to say, "No, Connie, you have one minute to look for a relatively private place. Once you find a place, get coupled, get fucked, get spermed, and return to your duties."
"All right. I figured that's what you meant."
Judy addressed herself to a relieved June, saying, "Are you clear on the rules?"
"Yes."
"Good. If anyone tells me that either of you whores didn't put out right away, I'll bring a mutt to your classroom, strip you naked in front of all your students, and breed you like a bitch."
June looked faint, but Connie quickly said, "What kind of mutt?"
"A big one with a dick as big as a baby's arm. [turning to June, now white] In your case, I'll have your kids brought to your classroom to watch."
Connie said, "I have two kids in this school, too, you know? Trevor is in Carol's class and Marsha is in Paula's."
Judy looked to Connie, amazed at her friend's eagerness to breed before her students and children. She said, "I'm well aware of that, Connie. I'll have Marsha hold the mutt's leash while he fucks you."
"She'd enjoy that."
"Obviously, so would you."
"A gal's gotta do what she's gotta do. My husband and kids understand that. I understand that. No one has ever pushed. I've been waiting ten years. I think it's about time someone pushed, and I want a good, god damn push for having waited so long. I'm slipping out of my pushing prime. I don't want to wind up like Marge, fucked without a kiss. I'm sure June feels the same way."
Everyone looked to June. She said, "Connie is right. A gal does have to do what she has to do. You can bet your sweet ass, I'll find a suitable place in time. I won't give anyone cause for complaint. If I have to be an available whore, I'll be an available whore. I do need one thing clarified, though. Am I a whore only during school hours, or am I always a whore?"
Connie answered, saying, "A whore is a whore, twenty-four hours a day--right, Judy?"
"That's correct. Any male can knock on your door and ask to fuck the whore of the house. You have one minute from the time you're notified. Will that be a problem for you, June?"
"Not as big a problem as it will be here in school, no."
"Good, then we're all set. I have a class to teach."
Judy smoothed her skirt in place, then marched out, leaving them to talk about her behind her back. They didn't do much talking. June and Connie got screwed on the table, one after the other. They talked mostly about that.
The halls were virtually empty and the grounds were as well. Judy only passed three people on the way to her modular classroom. They gawked, but her mind was on other things, mostly on the break room she just left, a steamy break room with sexual tension so thick it could be sliced and diced.
She focused on the mission at hand, trying to remember her rehearsed plans. When she entered the room, the kids were gathered in a huddle around Robby, Rachel, and Tiffany. On seeing Judy, they broke up, moved to their seats, and stared in awe at her attire.
Judy ignored the stares and the knowing looks she saw in every eye she met. They didn't know what to think, but that's the reaction she anticipated. She avoided Robby as she moved to the front. She faced the students and said, "When I leave the class in charge of a monitor, I expect to return and find you all in your seats, studying quietly. Jerry, I left you in charge. You'll remain after school today for one hour, and inform your parents that I want to schedule a conference as soon as possible.
"As for the rest of you, wipe those silly smirks off your faces. I'm dressed this way for a reason. I will not have this administration telling me what I can and cannot wear. I'm wearing these clothes as an act of defiance. I'm not wearing them to amuse a bunch of kids. If my wardrobe interferes with your ability to learn, you can be transferred to a class where the teacher dresses like an Eskimo. Maybe you'll luck out and get a man teacher. There aren't many, but you never know around this place."
Her number one apple polisher, Cindy, raised her hand and was recognized. She stood, as the rule stipulated, then said, "I think your wardrobe is the best of any teacher in our school, and I think it helps us to learn, especially what you're wearing now."
This brought giggles and snickers, which Judy shushed. She addressed Cindy, saying, "Thank you, Cindy, but what is it about this outfit that helps you learn, and what is it you're learning?"
Cindy was stymied for an answer. She hemmed and hawed until Judy told her to sit down. She then addressed the class, saying, "The point I'm trying to make is, what I wear has nothing to do with learning. It should not impede or enhance learning. It should make no difference. I should be able to teach a class in a string bikini, and you should be able to look past what I'm wearing in order to learn. Do you kids understand what I'm trying to say?"
Heads nodded. She went on with her rehearsed speech, "It would be different if I were up here totally naked. If my genitals were exposed, I can see where that might be a distraction."
She had to pause to silence the tittering giggles, then resumed, "However, what I'm wearing now does not reveal any more of me than a bathing suit would. I'm covering far more than the ordinary swimsuit shows, but you'd think nothing of seeing a woman in a bathing suit, right?"
Heads nodded, but the suppressed smirks told her they had contradictory thoughts behind those smirks. She picked on Robby, saying, "Spit it out, Robby."
Robby stood and said, "If you walked by me in a swimsuit, even at a beach, I'd be thinking something of it."
"Yes, and that's because you have a dirty mind. That's not my fault; that's your problem. That's my point. Why should I have to cover myself in thick layers of restrictive clothes just because a few people have dirty thoughts if they see bare skin. I refuse to do so. I will wear what I want to wear. I'll teach. If you learn, great; but if you don't, that's tough. Sit down, Robby, and stop looking at me that way. I know what you're thinking."
"I can't help it. You're almost naked, and I like looking at naked women. I'm a man."
"You're a boy, now sit down."
Robby sat. Judy paced the aisle farthest to her right, pondering her next words. All eyes followed her. The mirrors came out and she left a wake of reaching arms with mirrors held under the hem. She said, "I understand how boys are, and I'll be tolerant of your natural curiosity. I suppose staring at certain intimate areas of a woman's body is to be expected. Still, it is distracting for me to look at someone who is obviously looking where they shouldn't be looking. I'll try to get over that."
When she got to the end, she turned and skipped the next aisle, going down the aisle that would take her past Robby. She was ready, and said, "I realize the clothes I have on are provocative and are designed to draw attention to sexual areas of a female, but it never ceases to amaze me when people stare at those areas as though they could see right through the clothing. It seems silly to me, but it's something I'll try to get used to. If you can't help staring at those areas, go ahead and stare. I'll make that adjustment in time. You, on the other hand, need to try and control your thoughts. Your mind should be on the lesson at hand."
Judy slowed as she reached Robby. She came closer to his side than the other. As she came abreast of him, she felt the back of her skirt get snagged. He lifted in one smooth move and made the attachment. There was no mistaking what he'd done, but it was done so smoothly, and with her not making so much as a flinch or a stutter in her speech, it would appear to all as if she were unaware. That was exactly what she was hoping for. This was her best-case scenario.
She could hear the stifled giggles as she moved to the blackboard with her bare ass hanging out and a sign on her back proclaiming her to be a dog fucker. Wicked thrills coursed through her body as a flush enveloped her facial features. She had to occupy herself with her back to them in order to regain her composure. Just knowing what they were looking at totally unnerved her as the chalk snapped on the first letter she tried to write.
While retrieving the larger piece that fell to the tray, she was able to look down her front and see how much was exposed. To her surprise, the front of her skirt was up at her waistline, folded like an accordion, leaving her naked from the waist down. This was far better than expected, and Robby's rehearsal had paid off. This was better than her best case.
She knew she'd have a hard time keeping a straight face when she turned and faced the class, so she gathered her composure by writing a series of questions relating to the history homework assignment. She had to pause several times to stop the giggling and talking. By the time she had six questions written out, she'd given the class plenty of time to study her naked ass and the rear view of her shaved pussy pouch.
Judy had often studied that view in a full-length mirror, so she knew how effective it was for showing parts of her pussy not normally seen from the front. She enhanced this view by side-stepping as she moved along, pausing to stand with her feet apart. In this way, everyone got a great view, and the opportunity to study the details, though from a distance.
It wasn't the sight of her most intimate body parts on open display that brought the giggles, it was the card that jostled about as she wrote, bringing attention to the message.
With the last question mark entered, Judy set the chalk down as a signal of her intent to turn. She was now ready and the class was ready also. She turned and faced them centered on Robby. Every eye went to her naked loins and remained there.
Judy, true to her word, ignored where their eyes were looking and said, "Now, who read the assignment? Who can answer the first question? Where was the War of 1812 fought? I'm looking for the region of the United States, so don't say America. Anyone?"
She had no takers as they were all engrossed in the front view of her pussy. Judy had to admit, the front view, although not showing as much, showed pussy as one thinks of pussy. A bald adult pussy, viewed from the front, aroused, with a clit poking out from the crack, had completely mesmerized her students.
Judy clapped her hands several times loudly and said, "Hey, stop looking at me down there. Good lord, you'd think I were naked from the waist down the way you kids keep staring at my crotch." Their eyes all shot up, but most returned to her crotch before the last clap. Half the class broke their stony countenances and tittering giggles went through the room.
Judy folded her arms and said, "I know what you're trying to do. Did you all get together and plot this to try and unnerve me. Is that it?" Their eyes were all back in her crotch as she went on, "It won't work. If you're trying to get me to check, I'm not falling for it. I have a good mind to raise my skirt and show you what it looks like. If I thought that satisfying your curiosity would help you focus on the lesson, I would."
This time, the whole class broke down and started laughing outloud. Judy acted puzzled, then clapped her hands again. They silenced slowly. When the room was quiet, she spoke in a normal voice, saying, "All right, you've had your joke. I can be a good sport. I understand. In fact, I've been a good sport all along. Don't think I don't know about the mirrors. I've known for some time."
The kids looked from one to the other, wearing smiles of surprise. She went on, "Yes, I know you've been looking up my skirts and dresses. I know you like looking at my panties. Frankly, I don't mind, that's why I never made an issue of the practice. I am surprised at all the girls that have mirrors, but whatever turns you on. I must warn you, though. I am not wearing panties today, but I'm sure many of you found that out as I made my way down your row. Yes, I knew about that, too. I knew it would give the mirror gang a cheap thrill, and I'm not bashful, so I made it easy for you. Why are you kids acting so silly, now?"
Cindy raised her hand, was recognized, and stood. Someone tried to quiet her, but Judy said, "Let her speak. What is it Cindy?"
"Mrs. Elders, Robby pinned up your skirt. We can see your vagina."
"That's not funny, Cindy, and I'm surprised at you for carrying this on. I told you, I'm not buying it."
Above the laughter, Cindy's protests were joined by other voices, urging Judy to look down. She let the chorus build, then looked down. Her hands flew to her cheeks as she put on a mock show of surprise and said, "Oh, my god!" She looked to Robby and said, "How did you do that without my being aware?"
"It was easy; I practiced on my Mom."
Judy came over to him, reaching to her backside, feeling for the extent of her exposure. As she stood within easy reach, she said, "Good lord, you've completely exposed my back side. Do you mean I was like this the whole time I wrote on the chalk board?"
"Yes, and it sure was neat watching you write."
"Robby, did your mother put you up to this?"
"She sure did."
Judy turned her back to him and said, "Well, unhook me."
"She told me not to."
Judy turned back around and said to the class, "Can I get a volunteer to unhook me?" No one made a move. "Cindy, will you unhook me?" Every eye turned on Cindy. The peer pressure was too great to buck. She bowed her head.
Judy said, "I see, so this was a conspiracy, huh? You intend to leave like this, I suppose." No one answered. Judy paced, then faced them and said, "Fine, if you all want me to remain this way, so be it. Like I said, I can be a good sport. If you like playing dirty games like this, I can play along. I'll tell you what I'll do. Could we make a deal?"
The kids looked around at each other then nods began. She said, "If you'll unhook me, I'll permit touching as I move about the class. You can lift my skirt, raise my top, touch anything on my body, whatever turns you on. I won't pull away or fight you off."
This brought an instant and vocal positive response, to which she added, "I'm not saying I'll remain in place. I must be free to move, and you must remain in your seats, but if you can reach it, it's yours to play with as long as you don't grab, pinch, or otherwise cause me any discomfort."
Robby called out, "Can we finger-fuck your pussy?"
"If that's what you want to do, be my guest."
Everyone looked amazed that he got away with using that vulgar term, or spoke without being recognized and wasn't chastised. This inspired her other bold one to say, "Can we fuck you?"
"If you can get your dick in my pussy without getting up from your seat, I'd be delighted. I doubt there's a boy in this class with a three-foot dick, but if there is, I'll stand two feet from you and remain still."
This caused raucous laughter. She was famous for cracking good jokes, but this was the first crude joke complete with dirty words. This set the tone of the class, and inspired Cindy to say, "Mrs. Elders, there's a sign on your back. I think you'd better read it."
"A sign? What does it say?"
"I can't say that word."
"You can say any word in this class. What does it say, Cindy?"
Cindy, truly a good girl who never used bad words even among her friends, hesitated, then blurted out, "I fuck dogs," turning beet red as she did.
Judy said, "That surprises me, Cindy. I wouldn't have thought you were the type. Do your parents know that you fuck dogs?"
Kids were laughing and pointing at the extremely embarrassed girl who cried, "No, the sign says, I fuck dogs."
"Why would someone place a sign on me that you fuck dogs?"
Kids were in stitches. Cindy, flustered, cried, "NO! It says that you fuck dogs."
"Cindy, just tell me what the words are?"
"I fuck dogs."
"I'm happy for you. I don't know why you have to keep bragging about it. We all get the point. You are a dog fucker, a bitch. Good for you. Now will you please tell me what words are written on my sign."
Cindy gave up, knew Judy was fucking with her, and refused to play along for anyone's further amusement. As it was, Judy so thoroughly made her label herself a bitch, she knew the label was hers for life. With resignation, she said, "Let me get the sign off your back and show it to you."
Judy turned her back to Cindy for its removal. Everyone waited anxiously. When the card was handed to her, she read it and smiled. She looked to the relieved faces and sought out Rachel, saying, "So, you tattled on me, huh?"
"I told you I would."
"Yeah, I guess you did. So, now my secret's out. Your teacher is a slut for a bull dog. It's true, I'm a bitch like Cindy. We both fuck dogs, and we're both proud of it."
Cindy just plopped down in her seat, resigned. Judy came over and hooked the sign to the front of Cindy's top, so that it hung between her immature tits from a gold necklace. Judy patted the sign, smiled at the resigned bitch, and said, "You're more proud of being a bitch than I am, so I'll let you wear the sign from now on."
Cindy gave a look that said, "I may as well."
Satisfied that Cindy accepted the label, Judy turned her attention to the class, saying, "I'm sure everything Rachel told you was true. Tiffany, did you tell what happened to you last Saturday?"
"Yes. You didn't say not to."
"No, I didn't. I was hoping you would. I know Robby told you all about his visit. I'm sure he exaggerated, but that's okay. He probably said he fucked me. He didn't, but he will. You all will, even the girls. Someone in this class will get me pregnant, but I doubt it will be a girl."
Jennifer's hand shot up. She was recognized, stood, and said, "How could a girl fuck you or get you pregnant?"
"Easy. She can fuck me with a strap-on dick, and she can suck off a boy who can shoot sperm, then put it in my pussy using her mouth. A girl can get me pregnant. Would you like that honor, Jennifer? Would you like to be the father of my baby? [Jennifer turned pale] Sit down, Jennifer. You're making me horny for your child." Jennifer sat quickly.
Judy went to her desk and sat on the edge. As an after thought, she parted her legs and said, "Can everyone see?" Heads on the far left and right leaned to the center but were nodding. "Here, maybe this will be better."
She hopped up on the desk, brought her feet to the edge, and laid her knees down, making a bold beaver, one almost as good as the teachers got. Leaning back on stiff arms, she casually said, "There it is, my pussy. Get a good look. You'll be seeing a lot of it in the future, but enjoy this preview. If someone will unhook my top, I'll take it off. You may as well see tits and all."
Three boys launched from their front row seats to accomplish the task. They even divested her of her top and copped a few feels before returning to their seats. They all managed to get their fingers wet as she permitted those liberties as well.
Surveying the group of enthralled students whose attention had never been greater, Judy smiled and said, "There will be no more lessons in the normal sense. From now on, we'll be studying sex. Does anyone object to the curriculum change?"
No one objected. She said, "Good. You have a lot to learn, and it should be a great deal of fun, but before we can get down to serious business, we need to get your parents on-board. For that, I'll need your help and cooperation. Until that's accomplished, it'll just be looking and touching. If we can't get your parents on board, we'll go back to our usual studies, and if it's just one or two hold-outs, you'll be transferred out of my class so that the rest of us can move forward. Does everyone understand that?"
The heads were all nodding. She said, "Good, because each of you will have to do your part to see we reach our goal, and you may have to help each other out. I believe Tiffany could seduce any man she set her mind to. I've seen her in action. She's a natural whore with God-given talents. She's a three-holer whore that can suck a man off with her pussy, her mouth, or her asshole. She's the standard the rest of you girls should strive for. You will all be pregnant three-holer whores and dog fucking bitches by the end of this class. If that bothers you, bark now."
Judy waited. Cindy looked relieved in a misery loves company way. Everyone with a dick between their legs looked at each girl, expecting barking to start somewhere and spread through the pack of young split tails. Each girl sat, thinking, but not about barking, mostly about motherhood.
Judy let them think, but after a long pause, she said, "I'll take that as a no, that it doesn't bother you. It shouldn't bother you. You're females. That's what you were put on this earth for, to fuck and bear children. In this class, you will be used as nature intended, and nature will be allowed to take its course. You girls get close to Tiffany. I'm your teacher, but she's your coach, your model."
Tiffany blushed as every smiling face turned her way. Judy said, "If we need to call on your considerable talents, will you serve the needs of the class? To be blunt about it, will you fuck any man we send you to?"
Blushing more profusely now, she said, "I guess so."
"Good. You're now the official class whore. Stand on your seat, show the class your whore pussy, then take a bow."
"WHAT?"
"You heard me, Tiffany. Just do as I say. That goes for all of you from now on. Balk at anything I tell you to do, and I'll bounce you out of this class so fast your paws won't hit the ground. Well, we're waiting."
Tiffany slowly stood on the seat as the excited students jockeyed for good viewing positions. She unbuttoned her jeans, unzipped, and dropped them to her ankles. Judy told her to step free of them. Tiffany did so, then hooked fingers in the waist band of her panties and pulled them down. She stepped free without being told, then stood straight and bowed.
Judy said, "Wait. I said show your pussy, then take a bow. Your pussy is tucked between your legs. I am showing you how you show a pussy. Now, show every member of the class your pussy. Put one foot on the top of your seat back and invite each person up, one at a time, to look at your pussy. Do it like this, say, "Robby, would you like to come up and look at my pussy?"
Tiffany implored, "Do I have to, Mrs. Elders?"
"Yes, you have to."
Tiffany reluctantly placed her left foot on the back of her seat, then shyly called Robby in the manner suggested. Robby leaped at the chance, though he'd fucked her several times, and everyone knew it.
Choosing to start with Robby would not have been Tiffany's choice, but was part of Judy's plan. He'd take the opportunity to show off, which would deepen her humiliation and amuse the others. He'd also set the example for those that followed.
Tiffany realized this as Robby reached both hands between her thighs, cupped her ass checks, and pulled her loins out in obscene display.
Since few were paying any attention to her own obscene crotch display, Judy hopped down and came up alongside Tiffany's desk to say, "Well, show him your pussy. Use you fingers to open it up."
"This is so embarrassing, Mrs. Elders."
"Tiffany, and this goes for all you girls, never shy away from an opportunity to show your pussy properly. Until you girls develop full tits, wide hips, and sexy legs, your pussy is all you have to attract male attention. We all have assholes. It's your tight young pussies that make you unique and desirable at this age, and the main part of a pussy is the hole a man puts his cock in when he fucks one. That's what he wants to see, and when you show your pussy, show the hole. Let him see how tight and juicy you are. You want him to see what a good fuck you'll be. Now, Tiffany, show your pussy properly."
Tiffany reached down and placed her little fingers along the labia lips. She pulled herself open, then grimaced under Robby's mocking gaze. Others gazed as well, but Robby acted the fool, pretending he could see her tonsils.
Judy cut the performance short and said, "Pick another. Pick a girl this time."
Tiffany looked around the room and decided on Cindy. Of the girls to choose from, she was the least likely to heap more humiliation on her. Cindy took Robby's place, blushing as much as Tiffany was. She looked into the offered spread, but then started to move back. Judy said, "Hold on, there, Cindy. Get a better look. You just insulted Tiffany. Do you find her pussy disgusting?"
"Well, no, but ..."
"Then show some interest. Involve as many tactile senses as you can because you want to. Get close and smell it, feel it, feel inside, give it a lick, taste her, then give her pussy a nice parting kiss to show your appreciation."
"KISS IT?"
"Lick it first to get a good taste, then kiss it."
Robby taunted, "Yeah, Cindy, lick her cunt hole. Lick the part I had my dick in. You'll like that best. Maybe you can still taste me."
Judy berated, "Robby, that's enough. Go sit in your seat and don't get up until we're through. If you say another word, I'll suspend you for the remainder of the week."
This unexpected return to the authoritarian teacher took them all by surprise, most of all, Robby. He knew better than to challenge Mrs. Elders in teacher mode, and he didn't want to miss a single day if classes were going to be this way. He went and sat. Judy addressed Cindy, who blushed more than ever as she contemplated the earlier instruction. Judy said, "Now, do it right."
Cindy eyed those leaning in around her, then eased forward, bringing her face close for the sniff. She explored Tiffany's crotch with her fingers, and sent a finger inside to explore internally. She then came closer to deliver a tentative lick that caught mostly fingers, then gave a parting peck to the mound and tried to back away.
Judy's strong hand was at the nape of her neck to prevent the retreat, saying, "Lick the pink parts. Lick all over inside the slit. Lick inside the hole, then give a her a long sucking kiss to her clit while you tease it with your tongue. Eat her pussy the way you'd want yours eaten when it's your turn."
With Judy holding her face in tight to the beaver, Cindy had little choice but to do it right if she wanted free. Cindy soon got into the spirit of eating out a girl in public, but it was Judy's hand doing maddening things in her crotch that got her in the spirit. Cindy did it right and earned her freedom, giving and receiving an orgasm for the effort. Thus, the example was set for the girls, and who better to set that example than the one who was most eager to please the teacher.
One by one, boys and girls got a chance to show what they'd learned. Tiffany began to like what she had to do after three more boys and two more girls. The rest were a pleasure, and the last few girls tried to outdo each other in their eagerness to please the teacher. When it was all over, Tiffany was totally free of inhibitions as were most of the others. They all got felt up to orgasm, and Tiffany lost count of hers.
When the last flushed student moved away, Judy addressed Tiffany, saying, "I have a job for you. I want you to seduce Mr. Jennings. Fuck him for the cause."
"The principal?"
"Yes, the principal. He likes little girls, and you especially. It should be a cinch for a girl of your talents and experience. We need to influence him, so there's your first assignment. I'm sending you to his office now."
"You mean, you want me to seduce him now, in school, in his office?"
"That's right." Judy went to her desk, took out a note pad and paper, then scribbled a note while saying, "I'm sending you to him for playing with yourself in class. The note says you were caught with your hand in your pants."
Judy tore off the note and handed it to the stunned girl. As Tiffany read, Judy said, "Listen to me. He'll ask why you were doing that. You tell him your pussy itches. Use the word pussy. Do not say vagina. My guess is, he'll want to have a look. I think you can take it from there. Do you understand?"
"I'll get expelled."
"You'll get fucked. You'll get fucked if you simply walk in and hand him the note, but do it just like I told you."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm absolutely positive. If you don't get fucked, I'll give you a thousand dollars. How's that for sure?"
Judy impressed everyone, so she took time to address everyone, saying, "You kids had best learn to trust my judgment on sexual matters. I don't like being questioned by kids who know nothing. I am the expert. Do as I say without question. Do I make myself clear?" They all answered in the affirmative.
While Tiffany got dressed, Judy had everyone take their seats, then addressed the class, saying, "This is just a sample of the sex education you'll receive. It gets better. There's so much more to explore. We have three months to do it in, so there's not much time for overcoming shyness. Before this week is over, every one of you girls will undergo what Tiffany just did. You boys will do something similar. This week is for show and tell. We'll do the show, and then we'll do the tell."
Jennifer said, "What do you mean, the tell?"
"The rules haven't changed. You raise your hand and wait to be recognized. For that infraction, stand on your seat and strip naked."
"Oh no! I didn't know."
"For not immediately doing as you were told, you'll remain there for a full hour."
Jennifer didn't want to know what would happen if she hesitated again, so she climbed onto her seat and began to strip. She had all the smiling eyes on her as Judy answered her question, saying, "You will each tell your sexual histories--what you've seen, heard about, done, or thought about doing. We are interested in anything that relates to the immediate family, especially your parents. Any information you can provide can be useful in winning their support for this class."
As Tiffany left the room, Billy raised his hand and was recognized. He stood and said, "What kind of information?"
Jennifer had just removed her dress and stood in just panties. She didn't have enough titties to warrant a training bra. Judy had no one's attention as they all awaited the key unveiling. She waited. Jennifer took a deep breath then shucked them down her legs. She kicked them free then stood straight covering her crotch with both hands. Judy said, "Place your hands behind your back and move your feet apart as far as the seat allows. Slowly turn in place for the full hour, so that everyone gets a good look at your sexy pussy."
Jennifer's blush was like fire, but she did as she was told. She revealed an adorable little, puffy-lipped pussy, one she should have been proud to show off. Instead, she was deeply shamed, on the verge of tears. Judy realized she came dangerously close to bolting from the room, a disaster this early in the game.
Her hairless pussy and slim build reminded Judy of her childhood playmate, the one she played pussy games with. The desire to sample that pleasure again was overwhelming, and the girl needed relaxing. Judy came over and placed her hands reverently on Jennifer's slim hips, saying, "You have a gorgeous pussy on you, Jennifer. Mind if I have a lick?"
Without waiting, Judy licked. Jennifer stared at the teacher licking her pussy and quickly forgot where she was. Judy went from licks to sucks, to a full face-mashing, cunt-slurping feast, all in the space of one minute. She had the excited girl quivering as she sent her stiff tongue deep and twirled it inside the vagina, actually licking her virgin membrane.
For a finale, she fastened her mouth to the girl's clit and sucked voraciously while rapidly batting the clit with her tongue. The climax hit Jennifer hard and fast, overwhelming her. Judy had to hold her up in order to lap the spend.
When Judy backed away, Jennifer stood with a glow to her cheeks. Judy guessed the girl had never been sucked to orgasm, if she'd ever had an orgasm before this day. This was her third because Judy brought her off twice while she performed on Tiffany. She looked like a love-sick puppy. She now seemed proud of her pussy, or she may have just been awed by the crack between her legs that she thought was just good for peeing through. Either way, she now wanted to show it off and was as interested as everyone else to see the pink parts between the lips, so she used her fingers to open herself up while standing in a half squat hunched far over.
The others who had watched the transformation were visibly impressed by what their teacher could do in such a short time. Her status as a sex expert grew exponentially. Judy saw the impressed looks and knew that if Tiffany got fucked by the principal, they'd worship her as a sex goddess. Judy knew she'd need that status if she were to get them to do what they needed to do as homework assignments.
They talked about the need to tell all and be totally open and honest. They talked about incest, the natural order of things. She told stories of her sexual development from a time when she was their age. She told lies about incestuous sex with both parents, brothers and sisters, grandfathers and grandmothers. She made it sound so easy, so good, and so natural--the best sex ever.
They were sitting on the edge of their seats, (except for Jennifer) enthralled by her lurid tales. Judy, still naked, sat on the edge of her desk, masturbating while telling fuck stories when Dick entered leading Tiffany. The whole class jolted and turned as though they'd been caught red-handed, all except Judy. She sat calmly and kept fingering herself as Dick surveyed the scene with a look of mock shock and anger. He sent Tiffany to her seat and shouted, "What is the meaning of this, Mrs. Elders?"
He was looking at the naked crouching form of Jennifer, so Judy said, "You mean her? She talked out of turn. She's being punished. Jennifer, stand straight, face the principal, and get those hands behind your back. Show him your pussy."
Dick watched Jennifer comply shyly, but said while staring at the frightened girl, "I'm talking about you, Mrs. Elders. Why are you naked in front of all these children?"
"I'm more comfortable this way. Why don't you knock? Better yet, why don't you stop to read do not disturb signs?"
Still staring at the girl, he said, "I don't disturb. I'm the principal."
"You're disturbing me, and you're making Jennifer uncomfortable by staring at her sexy pussy like you want to fuck it."
This jerked his head away from the girl and onto the teacher. His face was a full blush that to the others looked like anger as he fired back, "I want to see you in my office, IMMEDIATELY!"
He then stormed out, slamming the door. Every head turned to Judy as a pall hung over the room. Judy looked to Tiffany and said, "Did he fuck you?"
"Yes."
"Good, then he can wait." To the class, she said, "See the power sex can wield. Now, I can't be fired. The principal will now do as I say, or he'll go to prison. Thank you, Tiffany. You did good. Everyone, give Tiffany a hand. Tiffany, stand and take a bow."
The goddess had spoken. The pall lifted. The masses cheered. Tiffany was all smiles as she stood and took her bow. Caught-up in the excitement, she dropped her pants, kicked free, and mounted her desk to show the class the bite marks and hickeys lining both inner thighs. Her pussy looked raw and drooled semen that ran down her thighs. She danced in place as her fellow students cheered and clapped.
Judy wisely let the celebration go on. It was a shared victory. When they naturally quieted, and Tiffany sat down, Brian raised his hand and was recognized. He stood and said, "Aren't you going to his office?"
"Yes, but in my own sweet time. I'll let him wait and sweat it out. He's just now realizing he was set up. I'll let that sink in. He'll be easier to deal with later."
Another asked, "Are you going to get him in trouble?"
"Not unless he tries to stop me or tries to get me in trouble. Sex is a weapon, but a self defense weapon. Like a gun, it's a good thing to have and not need than to need and not have. Call it insurance. If we're going to be safe, we also need insurance policies on all your parents. That's why telling all is so important. Once we have that insurance, we're safe from that person. Right now, we're only safe from Rachel's parents, Robby's parents, and Tiffany's parents. The rest, we'll need to work on."
Susan asked, "How do we work on them?"
"By having sex with them. Don't worry, I'll teach you all you need to know. For most, the job will be easy. Some will need help. To help with the mommies, we have Robby, our stud. To help with the daddies, we have Tiffany, our whore. Between them, with my expert guidance, we'll get them all, I guarantee.
"Here's your homework assignment. Your parents need to see that you have a powerful interest in sex. Let them both see you naked. They should have a hard time keeping clothes on you, and you girls need to stop wearing panties. Refuse to wear them, and always wear a dress or skirt--the shorter, the better. If you have a male dog, or have access to one, get him to fuck you and get caught. Make it look good and keep doing it. Your parents must see that they have a bitch in the house and she's always in heat. They should be faced with a choice of getting rid of the dog or the bitch, but if they have access to each other, they should adjust to seeing them fuck. They'll adjust if you make it look good."
Cindy was recognized and said, "I'll get grounded if I do that, Mrs. Elders. We have three male dogs, house dogs, Mom's poodles. They can't get rid of them. They'll lock me up instead."
"Then get grounded or locked up, but do it and keep doing it. Be a problem child for once. Be a child with a sexual obsession, one that needs a sex education class. Be a bad girl, Cindy. They won't kill you, and you might be surprised by their response. You need to put this pressure on them so that I'll have a response to work with, but I'll tell you right now, the word I got on your folks tells me that they'll love the new you. Your father is a very horny man, and your mother has a lesbian lover. They both like pussy, and they'll adore yours. Make sure they see it properly. Make sure they see it being properly fucked and they'll lock you up with the dogs."
Cindy sat with a plop, stunned by the news. She had no idea. Judy addressed the others, saying, "The rest of you have similar situations at home, especially you girls. Your fathers want to fuck you whether they act like it or not. The girls and their parents are going to be easy. It's the boys' parents that might pose a problem."
Bradley, the shy and quiet one, was recognized and said, "My mom would never let a kid fuck her, especially not me."
Judy needed another shocker so she drew upon a lie, saying, "Bradley, you don't know your mother. I heard from her best friend that she sneaks into your room late at night and sucks on your dick. She's nuts about your cock. Do you honestly think that a woman who goes to that extreme wouldn't jump at the chance for a fuck? Sit down before you fall down."
Bradley had turned ghostly white and sat in slow motion. He obviously believed her. Others were now wondering about their mothers. This is what Judy wanted as an outcome, the element of possibility.
Judy addressed the boys, saying, "You guys need to work on your mothers right away. Start paying attention to her. Stare at her private parts with that hungry look you give me. Stare as though you have x-ray vision. If she accidentally exposes skin, stare openly at it. Get caught staring. When you get caught, give her compliments like, 'Gee, Mom, you sure have sexy legs,' or 'Sorry, Mom, but you have the sexiest boobs. I can't stop myself from staring.'"
This made them laugh. Judy smiled and said, "Laugh, but it works. Flattery will get you everywhere with a woman, any woman, but mothers especially, because they already love you. Always use the word 'sexy' when you offer a compliment. This will alert her that you are thinking of her as a sex object, a sex object you desire. This will get her thinking nasty thoughts. Use dirty words, like tittie and pussy, even cunt. Make it look like a slip, but keep slipping, even if you get your mouth washed out with soap. You'd be surprised how effective dirty words are on a woman. We secretly love them. Never say breasts or vagina, and that goes for you girls, too.
"This brings up the main target, your mother's pussy. You boys are now obsessed with your mothers' pussies. You are now on a perpetual beaver hunt. Stalk her like a hungry cat. Sneak and peek. Get caught peeking. When confronted, tell her you just want to see the hole you came from. Beg for a look. Hound her for a look. You must have a look, and not just at her pussy, but at the pussy hole. If she won't let you look, steal the looks. Sneak into her bedroom while she's sleeping and take a look. Wake her up so she'll know you stole the look. Give her no rest. Pursue your mother's cunt. You are all beaver hunters, and when you get one, eat it on the spot. After you eat it, fuck it. Never ask, just do. That's your pussy. Treat it that way. Mommy will soon see it as your pussy and let you at your pussy whenever you want at it."
Gary interjected, "My mom would kill me if I tried that."
"You spoke out of turn. Stand on your seat, strip naked, and jack off."
Gary turned red as the others laughed and jeered. He stood and mounted his seat sheepishly. Judy went on, speaking to the disrobing boy, saying. "She'll secretly love it, and she'll eventually surrender. When you have her spread out like a frog on its back, slip her the dick. Once you've done that, she'll never refuse you. She'll be your whore for life. Don't you want your very own whore?"
Gary had removed his jeans and stood with an erection poking out his BVDs. He hooked his thumbs in the waist band and brought them down. His six-inch boner caught on the elastic and when released, flipped back and slapped his almost hairless groin making the others laugh. Though deeply embarrassed, he nodded.
Judy wanted to speak to the girls, but with a cute, naked boy now jacking off in the middle of the classroom, she knew they could never concentrate. She spoke more to the boys, saying, "Boys, give me your attention. Your mothers will be easy. Just do as I tell you. You'll be surprised how easy this will be. Your fathers will be the problem, especially when he finds out his son is fucking his wife. Chances are, she'll tell him just to make him jealous."
Robby was recognized and said, "My dad would kill me if he knew I screwed my mom. I know she wants it bad, but I don't want to die."
"You're right about your Mom. She told me right out that she wants to be your whore. Your mother wears the pants in your family. I picked that up right away. Don't worry about your dad. He does what he's told. She'll have him sleeping in your bed as you take his place. She'll make him jack off by the bedside while you take your whore in front of him. She'll make you the man of the house and give him sloppy seconds, if that."
"Wow, are you sure?"
"When you get home today, walk up to her, reach under her dress, grab her by the cunt, and say, 'Quit teasing me, bitch, and give me some pussy!'"
"I couldn't say that to my mom. She'd kill me."
"She told me she wanted you to do and say it just that way. That's her fantasy. Give her what she wants, and she'll give you what you want. You don't need to fuck around, stud. You already own a whore, you just don't know it. If you come to class tomorrow and tell us you chickened out, I'll send you home in diapers. We'll find another class stud, one with a pair of balls."
"I'm not chicken. I got balls, big balls. Ask any girl here. I ain't shy. I'll do it just like you said, but if she don't put out, you gotta put out, right here, on the desk, in front of the whole class."
"You call that a threat? You're talking to an exhibitionist slut, Robby. To threaten me, tell me you'll never fuck me on my desk, or worse, you'll fuck me in a private place where no one can see."
This made Robby smile and the others who were paying attention, laugh. Judy told him to sit and addressed the guys, saying, "Robby's mother will be a cinch, but the rest of you may have to work for your whore. You'll get her. I'll make you that promise if you'll just follow my advice to the letter, and don't be shy. Go after it. Take no prisoners. Show no quarter. The pussy between your mother's legs belongs to you. Start thinking of it that way. Claim your pussy."
This made Gary reach a climax. His hand was a blur as he pounded his member on quaking knees. Gary was one of the cum shooters, and he sent cum flying. Sperm hit three students. Only one was a girl, and she didn't appreciate it any more than the guys did. Of course, he aimed at her, and she took most in her face and hair. The class loved it.
Judy made her lick the cum off the boys and wear what she had proudly. She also made her remove her blouse and bra. The class loved that even more, because the girl was the shyest, most proper, and most innocent of the lot--Sharon Stevens--the only girl with fully-developed tits, tits that now had semen running over them from her upper chest. The poor girl looked mortified, but her nipples looked like they could etch glass.
The rest of the day was spent killing inhibitions. Most of the class had to endure humiliating exposure rituals that involved masturbation. Once Gary broke that ice, masturbation was called for in every case.
Judy went much farther that first day than she had planned. Things went so well, she couldn't stop herself. She remained nude and masturbated openly, almost constantly after licking the cum off Sharon's tits.
Judy decided to visit with Dick Jennings during the recess hour. Sharon had come along so nicely by then, and since it was Sharon's parents that wanted to fuck their daughter, she saw no reason why she couldn't bring her along.
She made Sharon wait in the lobby as she went ahead to clear the way. Dick was a wreck when she entered. He stood and said, "God damnit, Judy, you're going way too fast! Are you out of your mind?"
Judy hushed his tirade with an open palm and said, "Relax. Everything's cool. You're one of us, now. The kids think I have you by the balls. They love it."
Dick sat, still not relieved. Judy took a seat after removing her top. She assumed her former position. He looked at her beaver getting fingered and said, "You're out of control, woman. Gwen told me what you did in the teacher's lounge, and we still haven't heard from Marge. She was last seen making her way through the parking lot, scurrying from car to car."
"I know. Don't you love it?"
"I'm scared shitless, Judy. I told you to confine you activities to your classroom. I said stick you finger in Marge's mouth, not rape her and toss her naked ass in the hall. And what gives you the right to turn my teachers into whores? God damnit, Judy, this is a school, first and foremost. It is not a fucking whorehouse and certainly not your playground. You're blowing it, and I'm scared shitless."
"Don't be. You were blowing it. Now, you're doing it right. From what I hear, you weren't hired to run a good school."
"Well, you have a point there."
"I hope you didn't undo anything I did."
"Not yet, but I intend to ... I'm thinking about it."
"Don't. June and Connie accept this. They want this. The rest of the faculty want this. The kids want this and more. Everyone is horny, but those who hired you want this, so leave things as they are."
"Well, the harm is done. I may as well ride this out, but damnit, Judy, slow down. That scene in your classroom can't be ignored until all parents are safe. They aren't whores, yet."
"Relax. I have the kids in the palm of my hand, and you can see where the palm of my hand is."
"I can't believe what I saw going on in that classroom."
"It got better after you left. We got into masturbation. Remember Jennifer? Picture her spread out on my desk, frigging herself off while the whole class gathered around her."
"Good god. Tell me you didn't force that on her."
"I don't force anything on anybody. I push, but gently. I'm no fool, Dick. The kids are eating this up. They love it, and they don't want anything or anyone to blow the deal. They were especially worried about you. I have solid commitments from every girl in that class to keep a smile on your face. You now have your harem. Come to the class anytime and take the one you want."
"Are you serious?"
"Dead serious. I brought you a present, the one with the big titties. She's a virgin. She's in the waiting area, waiting to become an ex-virgin."
"Sharon--Sharon Stevens?"
"You know her?"
"I play golf with her father almost every weekend."
"Did he ever tell you he wants to fuck her?"
"Every weekend?"
"From what I've been told, her mother likes the idea, too. They just don't know how to go about it. He'd probably thank you for breaking her in for them. You might get the mommy as a thank you."
"I've won her several times. Mark's pretty cool, and he's the better golfer. My wife feels like his concubine. You're right, he does want the kid broken in. All right, bring her in. Wait, does she know she's here to get screwed?"
"Yes. By the way, we're friends now; at least to the members of my class we are. In fact, we're now good buddies. When I get back from this meeting, they'll understand that you'll be our friend as long as we keep you supplied in tight, young pussy willing to do anything to please you. Sharon thinks she's being brought here as a peace offering--that's p-i-e-c-e offering."
"And Sharon's willing to do anything to please me?"
"That's right. Your wish is her command. Take charge right away. Don't let her get cold feet. She's very nervous but determined to do her part for the cause. She wants to return to class with a messy twat and receive a hero's welcome the way Tiffany did. Don't let her down."
"Bring her in, and be sure to lock the door. Tell Gwen I'm not to be disturbed. By the way, Gwen is cool. 'I'm not to be disturbed' is our code phrase for, 'Dick has a girl he's trying to fuck in his office.' It's only been used twice this school year, but she lives to hear the code."
"That's great. She looks so straight. She walked out of the teacher's lounge this morning right after Marge. Why did she do that?"
"She has to play it straight--you know, see no evil. She's been hot as a fire cracker all day. She's bisexual and oral as hell, so do me a favor and let her lick your pussy. If she doesn't get a lick soon, the poor woman will explode."
"Well, we can't have that. I'll satisfy her right after we satisfy you. I say we, because I want to watch this."
"I insist. Please, go get the little hero."
Judy went to the door after removing her skirt. Dick tried to make her get dressed, but she said the office was empty when she came in. There was just Sharon and Gwen. She consoled him by saying, "Relax. I'll peek out, first, but if it's still clear, Gwen will get a big thrill out of seeing me walk out stark naked to take Sharon by the hand."
A smile formed on Dick's face and he said, "Okay, but don't take chances, and don't dally. Just get her and come back. You're right; she'll love it."
"She'll love my code phrase even better." With that, Judy cracked open the door and peeked out. The coast was clear. Gwen hadn't noticed the door crack open, so Judy made a noise as she threw it wide and boldly stepped out into the normally busy reception area.
Gwen sat up with a start, and her eyes shot wide on seeing Judy--all of Judy. A rapid flush suffused her pale features as Judy brushed by, went to Sharon, and stood her on her feet. She marched the nervous girl to Gwen's desk, standing to the side of Sharon so as not to block Gwen's view.
Holding both of Sharon's arms behind her back with her right hand, Judy said, "Mr. Jennings will be busy fucking this child for the next thirty or so minutes. Will you hold his calls and see that we're not disturbed until he finishes fucking this girl's virgin cunt?"
Gwen, now red as a beet, nodded dumbly. Judy reached out and cupped the middle-aged woman's chin, tilting her face up as Judy brought her lips down for a kiss. Judy gave the stunned woman a long and passionate French kiss that slowly tapered off to lip licking, followed by a peck. She said, "Thanks. I owe you."
With that, she turned and prodded Sharon on, leaving Gwen in a puddle just as three people entered the reception area and watched a woman's naked ass pass into the principal's office.
The three were Connie Blackwell with two delinquent fifth-grade boys who had obviously been fighting. They were still staring at the closed door as Connie said, "Was that Judy?"
Gwen nodded. Connie smiled and said, "Isn't she something? Here, these two are next, but they won't be nearly as much fun for Mr. Jennings. They were fighting. Tell him to deal with them as he sees fit. I've had it with these two sex maniacs. They were fighting over a girl--her panties, actually. I've got the girl's panties. I'm going to try to track her down."
Gwen said, "Connie, why don't you leave the panties here. If you find her, send her to see Mr. Jennings."
Connie gave Gwen a knowing look and came behind the counter to deliver the panties. She dropped them on Gwen's desk and said, "You might inform him that the girl gave the panties up willingly. They were fighting over possession. Maybe Dick can determine the rightful owner. I'll find the girl, don't worry about that."
As she turned to leave, Gwen said, "What do you want done with these two?"
Connie admitted the two behind the counter as she made to leave. She set the counter top opening down after they passed through then said, "I'd like them transferred into Judy's class. I think she'd love to have these two sex fiends. She could probably control them; I can't. Let's just say I can't do what she'll do. My orders say men, not boys. I wish I could, but ... never mind. I think I said too much. I wouldn't want to give Judy ideas. There are far more horny boys than there are men in this school. Forget what I just said, Gwen."
"I'll tell her for you, but don't get your hopes up. Dick doesn't like the orders as they stand now. Unless Judy did some fancy talking, you can expect those orders to be rescinded. Get what you can while the getting is good."
"Except for dick, I already have. I'm now going for seconds, thirds in one case, and that's with June to compete with. She's not doing too badly herself. Five won't cut it, Gwen, not when one is fruity as a box of Fruit Loops. Still, we both got him."
"I'm sorry, Connie. This is a school, you know, and credentials or no, you are a teacher in this school. Get what you can while the getting is good and forget boys. That'll never happen unless you do like Judy and go after it without orders. She has papers; you don't. I wouldn't try. You're a good teacher. We'd hate to lose you, papers or no."
Connie shrugged and left the boys with Gwen and departed. The boys were confused by the cryptic exchange but were now grinning at the prospect of joining Judy's class. They'd seen her, and they'd heard stories, but they'd never seen her naked ass before. They wore big grins.
Gwen gave the boys the once over, then smiled and said, "So, the little tart gave you her panties. Interesting. Tell me about it, and, uh, tell me about her. Don't worry, I'm just curious. I won't breathe a word."
Inside the principal's office, Sharon was ordered to strip. She had a case of nerves, but she was also resolved to be a good class member and do her duty. Judy sat in the chair and masturbated while Dick stripped along with Sharon. Sharon watched him as he watched her. When they were both naked, he told her to lie back on his desk with her legs wide.
Judy had a good profile view but moved her chair for a perfect profile view. Sharon reclined along the long axis at the right side as Judy faced the desk. Dick stood close, fisting his seven-inch erection while surveying the most provocative little-girl spread he'd ever seen. She looked like a fully developed woman in miniature. He ran his hands over her firm tits then fondled her slimy pussy, before inserting two fingers, saying, "God damn, this girl is hot, Judy."
"I just ate her cunt for her. I have the best looking girls in the sixth grade and they're all yours, chief. Every one wants to be a three-holer whore. They all want to get knocked up, and they are all willing to fuck dogs in a crowd. Isn't that right, Sharon?"
"Yes. We all want to be just like Mrs. Elders. Fuck my virgin pussy, Mr. Jennings. Cum deep in my cunt and make me a pregnant whore. Find me a big dog to fuck and I'll fuck him in front of you and your wife and anyone you'd care to invite to watch. You can take pictures, movies, even."
Dick smiled at this obviously rehearsed speech. Judy smiled back and said, "Isn't she precious?"
"Yes, and a good actress."
"Those were lines, but she means every word. Am I right, Sharon? Tell him how you really feel. Be honest. I want you to be honest, always."
Sharon looked up from the throbbing organ moving through her cunt lips. She looked Dick in the eyes and said, "I'm scared, but I'd like to try everything, even dogs, even in a crowd putting on a show while they take pictures or movies. I would rather not get pregnant, but I don't want you to use a rubber or pull out, so I'm willing to risk pregnancy. If I'm going to get fucked, I want it natural. I want the sperm where it's supposed to go, in my womb. If it makes a baby, well, that's too bad. My parents will just have to deal with it. I'm a whore, and I plan to be a bitch, too. They'll just have to accept the consequences."
Dick said, "They will, sweetheart, don't you worry about that. When you become a bitch, they'll be there with cameras and plenty of film."
Judy said, "Tiffany may be the best fuck, but Sharon is the best equipped. Don't you agree?"
"She certainly is. She gorgeous, a sexy doll just like her mother, only Sharon will look much cuter with a mutt humping her sexy ass. Don't think your mother won't like seeing you mated to a mutt. If I know her, she'll guide his cock and hold his leash while he screws you, and it wouldn't surprise me one bit if she squatted in front and fed you some Mommy pussy while you're getting your twat stuffed with doggie dick."
"If she does, I'll lick it for her."
"God damn! Are you ready, kid?"
"Yes, I guess so. Will it hurt?"
Judy said, "He'll take his time. He doesn't want this to hurt, but your first time comes with a tiny hurt that goes away fast. When it starts to hurt, tell him. Just try to relax, sweetheart."
"Okay. I'm ready."
Sharon's virgin fuck was a huge success. She loved having a dick in her once the thin membrane gave way, causing her only slight discomfort. After that, she eagerly humped back, and unlike most virgin fucks, hers came with two orgasms. She left the desk on wobbly legs. They all dressed and left the office together.
Gwen stood to tell them about the boys. With the office empty, and after having had a frank and intimate talk with the boys, Gwen was eager to get back at Judy, returning shock for shock in a friendly way. She said, "Mrs. Elders, these boys saw you walk naked into the principal's office, and now they insist we transfer them to your class. They both want to fuck you."
Judy made a face of mock annoyance at Gwen's grinning face; then, not to be outdone, looked the boys over, actually, looking over their bulging crotches. She said, "Well, they look promising. We do need more boys to balance things out. I'd like to see their cocks first. Let's step back inside the office."
Dick had no choice but to go along as Judy ushered everyone into the private office. This time, Gwen was not staying out. She closed the door, turning as Judy, with folded arms, said, "Drop those pants, boys. Let's see what you've got to offer to the girls in my class, and me, of course."
The boys looked dumbfounded. They looked from face to face, but it was Sharon's grinning face that unhinged them. One said, "In front of her?"
"Yes. She has a stake in this decision, too. She's one of my girls. Do you want in the class or not?"
The boys looked at each other, then shrugged, went for the pants, and soon stood with their cocks jutting out. Judy was impressed, but tried not to show it. Robby had competition for the largest cock title. Judy boldly pumped each organ, then invited Sharon to do the same. She did so with a blush, but soon got over that and freely fondled both cocks. Gwen demanded a turn, then dropped to her knees and started sucking Trevor while pumping Jason's dick. The woman was a hungry slut. She sucked off Trevor in record time, then quickly got her mouth over Jason's cock just has he was about to soil the carpet.
She drained the boy dry, then stood, wiped her mouth, and said, "Well, I'd best get back to my desk. Let me know what you decide and I'll make the switch."
She made her exit. Judy addressed the boys, saying, "You two missed a lot. Sharon will have to bring you current. Sharon, I want you to fill the boys in, and after you do, I want them to fill you in. You belong to them for the rest of the day. Take them home with you. Let your parents catch you fucking these boys. That should pave the way nicely for you."
Sharon blushed at these instructions, but the boys were all smiles, especially when the luscious girl said, "Okay. I'll do it, but they might not like this."
Trevor said, "Are you kidding? Every guy in school wants to fuck you, Sharon. We're going to love it."
She said, "Not you, silly, my parents."
"Oh. You have a point."
Judy said, "Trust me. They'll love it too. You three have a good time, and make sure you get caught in the act, preferably by both parents."
Dick offered, "Sharon, don't worry at all about your father. He's praying some young stud will come along and nail you good, turning you into a sex-starved nymphomaniac. Your mother is hoping for the same thing. We talk about you when we fuck. As you know, we fuck a great deal. They never told you that you could not take a boy into your bedroom, did they?"
"Well, no."
Dick said, "There's a reason for that. They want you to take a boy into your bedroom. If they see you go in there with two, they'll be thrilled. Trust me." Turning to Judy, he said, "My guess is they won't disturb her, so she won't get caught in the act, if that's what you're hoping for."
Judy said, "He's right. They'll give you privacy. We don't want that. You're going to have to be obvious. After your first round, go out and mingle with them. Look fucked. Don't wear much, and don't wipe any semen. Let them see the evidence for themselves, but don't be too obvious the first time. They'd love it, but it wouldn't look right. We want this to look right."
Addressing herself to the boys, she said, "And you two should look like a couple of cocky and arrogant teenage studs. You just fucked their daughter and you don't care that they know. Get frisky with her in front of them; then, when you're ready for more pussy, drag her ass back to the bedroom. The next time you come out, she should wear even less and look like a frat-house fuck rag."
Trevor said, "How 'bout we bring her out naked. That would be cool."
"If you get a third time, bring her out naked. If you can, fuck her in front of them before you leave. Everything you do should build gradually. Getting away with one thing leads to something bigger. You want this to look natural, and you want to bring them along bit by bit. They should see that you two are getting off on taking chances and are trying to outdo each other. That would look right for two bold bad boys like you two."
Jason said, "I get it. Don't sweat it, Mrs. Elders. We know what to do."
Judy looked to Sharon and said, "You should act like you're at the mercy of these two perverts, like you can't say no, like they have something on you, or you lost a bet. You should not act like you like the way they're treating you, but don't act like you're being raped. At first, you should act shocked that your parents aren't stepping in or saying anything, because they won't, and their lack of responsive action is driving these boys on, making things worse on you. You should be giving them incredulous looks that say, 'Why are you letting them get away with this,' but don't ever actually say that. Just give looks."
"I know what you mean, and I can give that look. I've given it lots of times when Mr. Jennings is with Mom and Dad's home or due home. They know the look."
Dick added, "She does give good looks, very expressive. She doesn't need to say a thing. She can say volumes with a look."
"Good. As the evening progresses, come around slowly so your parents see that the more it goes on, the more you grow to like it. If it gets to the point where they bring you out naked, come out as a nympho, eager for more cock, starving for it."
Sharon said, "Mrs. Elders ... Judy, I can't even imagine this going past the first time. I know they'd like me to be sexually active, but they won't like it to go this way. At some point, they'll stop it. I know them. They hate cocky and arrogant boys. Now, a make out, they'd probably watch from beginning to end, even if two boys were involved."
"That's what we're going to find out. How far will they play along? Do it my way, Sharon. I think I know the best way. We can always try your way if this fails. If all goes well, they'll be left with the nympho they've always wanted without a lot of bullshit making out."
"I hope you're right. I feel like a nympho. I want to do it again and again. I hope you guys are up to this. I'm fucking horny and I just got fucked. See?"
The boys gazed on the drooling beaver she displayed. Jason said, "Hey, don't worry about us. We'll fuck you cross-eyed if your folks let us."
Trevor added, "Fuckin 'A' we will, and we ain't shy. I'll fuck you on your mom's lap and finger her pussy while I'm doing it."
Judy said, "That's the spirit, boys. You're going to fit in nicely. Be in my classroom tomorrow morning, unless you get to spend the night at Sharon's place. If that happens, I don't expect to see any of you in the morning, but I want you to come in when you can to make your report. Are we all set?"
They all nodded. Judy said, "Great. You kids take off. You're through for the day. Start getting better acquainted, but save the cum shots for later. You'll need all you can make."
Sharon said, "Can't I swing by the class and show them I got screwed?"
"All right, but make it quick and you guys wait outside for her. I don't want anyone to see you until I introduce you tomorrow."
[Read on, (seven more paragraphs) then follow the kids in "Making of a Nympho".]
The kids left smiling. Dick was shaking his head. Gwen waited for Judy and took her by the hand as soon as she emerged, dragging her into the empty nurse's aid room. The slut was still hungry.
Day one could not have gone better had it been planned by God herself, and Judy Elders left campus long after sunset, thinking she may be God herself. She had no reason to think otherwise. Three more female teachers hinted strongly that they wanted strong pushes, and Connie almost demanded that boys be included because there were too many whores and not enough adult males to service one whore, much less five.
The gathered whore candidates looked at Connie as though she were nuts. Three of the five bit off more than they could chew, and June was one. They wanted a push into adultery, not a shove into the arms of a pack of horny boys that could come to their homes, demand pussy, and get it within one minute.
The three panicked whores all had eligible male boys living under their roof--horny little fuckers with lots of horny little fucker friends in the neighborhood. June had three, and they were part of a pack of twelve. Connie's amendment would effectively make her the neighborhood cunt, the gang's pussy, slut of the street in addition to all the other males she had to service at school. The other women were in no better circumstances. Though one had no boys under her roof, she had three girls who knew plenty of horny boys, and they were generous girls, very popular without a whore they could pass around.
Judy liked Connie's idea, relented, and issued the outrageous order, knowing Dick would throw a fit when he found out that horny little boys were fucking his female teachers all over the school. The four reluctant, shoved whores knelt and sucked the goddess' pussy, one after the other, demonstrating that, push come to shove, no matter what was demanded, a gal did what she had to do, though two of those gals had papers and didn't need to kneel and kiss anyone's ass any more than Judy did.
Power like that goes to a lady's head. She even made Connie kneel and suck, shoving her in a direction she didn't want to go, putting smiles on the wet faces of the women Connie royally fucked over by whining over the sparsity of whore fuckers.
Tuesday promised to be a very interesting day as the whores were required to announce their status to each of their classes first thing in the morning and at their respective dinner tables that evening, getting things kicked into high gear before Dick could head it off. Furthermore, each had to strip naked to do it, both places, and Connie was to be present in each classroom to see the order was carried out faithfully, then report back to Judy when all was done. She had to go first with the other four watching her, so Connie would see to it that nobody hedged when it came their turn. They were fucked and left feeling like they'd bitten off more than they could chew, even Connie Blackwell felt like she'd bitten off too much. Too bad. A gal has to do what she has to do.
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