(This is a part of a continuing series that can be read separately or as a continuing narrative. Professor Rogers still has more adventures... and it's still only his first day at Thornbush!)
I was in a sort of a daze as well as in a state of heightened awareness as I led my two nude, leashed and collared teenage schoolgirls on the stepping stones around the pond. I watched each girl's legs intently as they bent and flexed and stretched those pretty limbs out from stone to stone-- from bare feet to pretty knees and strong thighs. They were so real and so vulnerable and so alive-- and yet, this all had to be a beautiful dream, a fantasy come to life.
They paused at the entrance to a rough path into the woods. Andie took the lead.
"See that old brown jug on the stump?" she pointed. "That means the coast is clear: there's no one using the stone."
"The stone?" I questioned. My voice sounded weak and far away.
"You'll see," Andie replied. She walked up close to me and wrapped her naked body around me, holding me tight. "I've waited all day for this-- since that first time I saw you make Maggie cum in class-- I've wanted to do nothing else but to please you. And you've made feel so special, and so pretty. I simply can't get enough of you."
I held her so close my raging erection was pressed against her firm, toned belly. I gestured to Maggie: an eighteen-year-old first-year girl who I had seemingly brought to sexual life. "Come here, you sweet thing: you started it all!" And Maggie rushed in for a nude group hug.
Miss Maggie had very light skin, freckles all over, long dark red hair, and a distinctly Irish face. At 5' 7" she had rather thin arms and legs which were offset by her outstanding 32Ds with large brown nips and matching aureole. When she turned around she also displayed a nicely curvy perfectly rounded ass.
"I love you both," I breathed out. "No matter what class I teach, there are always girls like you, ones who I will always remember. You are both so special to me." And I kissed each of their blissful, smiling, girlish little faces.
"But," I tried to stand tall, "If I go on rubbing against you both like this, I may not make it to this legendary love-making stone! Lay on, my lovelies!"
They giggled and kissed me one more time and practically ran up the grass and dirt path, pulling me deeper into the woods. Maggie ran back for a second to remove the old brown jug and I loved watching her bottom bounce. Oh my god, they were just so sweet and so cuddly-naked-sexy and so fucking cute! I had to be one of the luckiest men on Earth.
Then, just as this brief stretch of the forest primeval seemed ready to swallow the three of us up, the rough path opened into a clearing. I had to blink at the sudden sunlight. The girls moved forward, leading me in spite of the collars around their pretty necks and their leashed state.
They climbed up onto a large, raised, smooth flat rock. I looked around, amazed. There was a pile of older, used towels to one side. There was some kind of plastic storage box in a far corner. The girls went to the pile of towels, took one and stretched it out. I was watching all of the play of all of their toned muscles-- especially their sweet asses and thighs-- working under the skin of their firm, nude young bodies. Then they stood and waited.
"This is the 'secret' place?!" I was smiling and shaking my head.
"Well," Andie replied, her own deep brown eyes smiling, "maybe not so secret."
I stepped up onto the rock which I saw as more of a platform-- or maybe the perfect place for a sacrificial offering! I flashed back to some older British horror movies in which sexy schoolgirls-- like these two-- would meet their unholy ends-- tied up spread eagled and naked on a stone slab such as this.
I actually shivered just a tiny bit. Maybe it was only a stray autumn breeze...
"Kneel for me-- facing me-- your bodies up and straight."
They complied immediately and I gazed down at them. Kneeling straight as they were, it seemed as if they were proudly thrusting out their bared breasts for me. I noted that both girls-- the one I had chosen and the one who chose me-- had brown nipples. I wondered if that was coincidence.
I traced the perfect lines of their firmed-up bodies that split their sweet curves all the way down from their throats to their vulvas. There is nothing in all of the world so breathtaking as having two stark naked teenage beauties staring up at you, awaiting your command.
I silently thanked whatever gods or goddesses that were out there for leading me to this place, for giving me these two happily nude sweethearts for my pleasure.
There was a lump in my throat as I bent down. First, I unsnapped Maggie's collar. I tossed it and the leash aside. Then I did the same with Andie.
They looked at each other... they stared up at me in disbelief.
"You've been taught-- and properly so-- that wearing the collar signifies that you're in bondage. You have both proven yourselves to be stunningly sexy, beautiful young women. You are now free to do as you please... out here. You are free to go back to school if you wish. But: once either of you are in my class... you are mine. You will obey me completely. Do you understand?"
They looked at each other, then they reached out and held hands. The lump in my throat got bigger. I deliberately looked up towards the sun so that I would have an excuse for my watery eyes.
"We're not leaving you," Maggie said. "In fact..." She bit her lip and looked down.
Andie took over. "We made a pact. You are... you have made each of us feel more special, more sexual, more beautiful, than we have ever felt before. Once we graduate..." She looked at Maggie, who continued:
"We want to be your friends, or your tour guides, or your naked lovers. Whenever you are in England; whenever you need someone." She gripped Andie's hand tighter. "Andie and I... we've grown to care for each other so much in just a few hours. We both need friends here--- and after all we've gone through today... maybe you need some special friends too!"
