Wesley Damon: Hot pants teachers

"Right!" Howard agreed.

The shapely teacher smiled at him. She could see that the well-built teenager could still hardly believe that it bad all really happened.

"I'll be late getting home this evening, girls," Donna told Ruth and Sharon as the three of them sat in the school cafeteria during the lunch hour.

"Oh, have something lined up?" Ruth asked with a teasing smile on her face.

"Is it anyone we know?" Sharon put in for good measure.

"No, nothing like that," Donna replied. "The girls are having the annual initiation this afternoon and I have to stay and supervise."

"It's what you get teaching those all-girl classes," Ruth remarked with a smile.

"You're never going to catch a man at the rate you're going," Sharon added, somewhat maliciously.

Although she was tempted to respond, Donna decided to overlook that remark as well as her companions teasing smiles. However, if the truth were known, she was far from pleased with developments in her new position as the girls' gym instructor at the rural high school. In fact, the tall and attractive brunette was downright frustrated.

To make matters worse as far as she was concerned, she strongly suspected that Ruth and Sharon had lined themselves up with a couple of well-built young studs who were going to keep their pussies nice and warm throughout the winter. It was downright irritating that young women so much less experienced than she was could be having so much more fun.

However, she did not feel entirely unhappy when she returned to her office next to the gymnasium after lunch, for the Girls' Athletic Association initiation scheduled for that afternoon did promise to provide some, excitement. As the girls' gym instructor, Donna was automatically the faculty supervisor for the G.A.A. Two weeks previously, the junior and senior members of that organization had asked her how far they could go in putting the sophomore initiates through their paces. To the girls' delight, Donna let it be known that she was not in the least opposed to old-fashioned "rough" initiations. As a result, fifteen attractive sophomore girls were in for an experience they would not soon forget.

There was more than one reason behind Donna's decision to offer no protection to the young initiates. In the first place, she was a sadist. She had always been quite honest with herself about it. She enjoyed inflicting pain on the members of both sexes and found it stimulating in a physical, highly erotic fashion.

She very much disliked the modern school rules that forbade corporal punishment, and often told herself that in a different era a gym instructor would have had many opportunities to inflict punishment on misbehaving young ladies. To make up for it, she made a point of conducting her gym classes in a vigorous, highly athletic manner, featuring extensive exercises that often left her young pupils with their tongues hanging out with exhaustion. She always found it quite exhilarating to see all those spoiled middle-class girls suffering through the rugged workouts she imposed on tern.

In addition, Donna was bisexual. Although she talked a great deal about her interest in getting cock, she in fact could swing with either sex and enjoy it equally as much. However, she had learned to be extremely cautious about approaching her female pupils with any offbeat ideas. While boys were extremely easy to rape, girls were inclined to be overly emotional and could easily become hysterical and risk creating a scandal.

As a result, Donna preferred to do her all-female swinging with other adults. Even in that rural school, she was sure that somewhere there was a lesbian on the teaching staff. There always was. Among the other three young women who shared the old Walton House with her, she had virtually eliminated Sharon and Ruth as possibilities. However, she was beginning to suspect that perhaps Karen might be available.

The afternoon classes passed rapidly and Donna soon found herself back in her office waiting for the initiation to begin. In the locker room next door, she could barely hear the half-whispered and obviously anxious conversations of the sophomore girls as they dressed themselves in the special costumes required by the initiation committee. Inside the gymnasium itself, she could hear the excited sounds of the older girls as they prepared to put the new girls through their paces. Donna could tell that they were being deliberately noisy just to create an atmosphere all the more nerve-racking for the apprehensive initiates.

Since she was planning to leave as soon as the initiation came to an end, Donna decided to change into her street clothes. Peeling off her blue gym suit, she stepped into the single stall shower that was one of the more pleasant features of her office and turned on the warm water. Although the water was quite pleasant, she showered quickly and dried herself with an oversized bath towel.

Slipping into a trim pair of white panties and matching brassiere, she snapped on a garter belt and sat down to put on her stockings. Carefully smoothing the tan nylons up her long shapely legs, she fastened them carefully to the tabs of her garter belt. As usual, she had not bothered to wear a slip. Her form-fitting dress was an attractive green and fashionably short, ending well above her knees. Brown calfskin shoes completed the outfit.

When she entered the gymnasium, she could see that the initiation was about to commence. The fifteen attractive sophomore girls were all lined up attired in initiation costumes consisting of boys' white t-shirts worn without bras or anything else beneath them, short and tight-fitting red micro minis that barely covered their hips, black stockings rolled neatly just above the knees, and mismatched shoes consisting of one high heel and one sneaker. As required by the initiation rules, they wore their hair tied in numerous short braids with multicolored ribbons, and wore exaggerated, clown-style makeup, with heavily painted lips and red spots on their cheeks.

Members, who outnumbered them by about two to one, were surrounding them, laughing and teasing them about the ordeals they would soon suffer. Some of the members were equipped with solid-looking wooden paddles, and other paddles could be seen lying around in various places. Other initiation props were clearly in evidence.

Trying not to be obtrusive, Donna selected a seat where she could observe the festivities. She quickly noted with pleasure that the sophomore girls were all showing considerable apprehension about the ordeal ahead. Some of them were noticeably pale. Donna could not refrain from smiling slightly as she noticed that several of them continually glanced nervously at the paddles that were so prominently in evidence.

The initiation ceremonies commenced with a series of exercises conducted by Betty Lanier, the flashy blonde president of the G.A.A. Donna watched with amusement and more than a little pleasure as the embarrassed girls were made to run in place, their tits bouncing all too noticeably under their thin white t-shirts. Other exercises followed and it soon became apparent that the initiates were wearing no panties. Bicycling, doing sit ups and various other exercises, the red-faced girls continually providing their amused audience with intriguing glimpses of sweet young pussies. Much to Donna's satisfaction, Betty proved to be a severe taskmaster who did not stop the exercises until most of the girls were nearly in a state of collapse.

Following the exercises, the new girls were all blindfolded with thick black scarves. There followed a series of high-schoolish initiation stunts that Donna nevertheless found rather amusing. New members were required to drink, a "toast" to the older girls, and their choking and gasping reactions made it apparent that the large glasses contained some suitably horrid mixture.