Breaking in the New Schoolgirls
I smiled. It was Tuesday, Labor Day weekend was over and a new school year had come.
I strode through the halls of the college with a big smile on my lips, Helen on my arms. In my other hand, I held Darcy's leash, the very belt she gave me that started this. With my pet walked Mrs. Foster, and Cassandra in her maid's uniform, modified now that her stomach was swelling with her pregnancy. Naomi and Debbie, the sex slave I gained at the hospital and Helen's little sister respectively, were at home watching over my daughters.
The halls were full of students. It was such a sight to see the girls all dressed so sluttily. Skirts so short that they flashed butt-cheeks as they walked. Thigh-high stockings, high heels, transparent blouses molding to jiggling breasts. One girl wore a tie that dangled between her breasts as she walked on the arm of her boyfriend.
And more than a few of the girls had bellies round with new life.
I smiled as Lottie and Mary walked up to me, a pair of students I taught last year. Lottie was heavily pregnant in a pink nightie that fell open around her curving stomach, and a thong that molded to the lips of her pussy. She had a big smile on her lips, her hand rubbing at her belly. Mary wore a transparent bra and panties set, her stomach just curving with new life.
A nice baby bump.
"Hey, Mr. Miller and Ms. Teller," Lottie said as Mary said, "How are you two doing?"
"It's Mrs. Miller now," Helen said, thrusting out her hand to flash her gold wedding band welded to the diamond engagement ring. It had been a great ceremony over the summer with a wild honeymoon.
"Oh, my god!" Mary squealed, bouncing up and down. "That's so wonderful, Mrs. Miller! Ooh, ooh, I bet you were such a beautiful bride!"
"Yes, yes, yes," Lottie cooed. She didn't bounce like her friend, but it's hard to do that when you are nine months pregnant. "And you're not the only ones who got married over the summer!"
Both girls held up their left hands to show off their wedding rings, though the diamonds on theirs were not nearly as big as my Helen's. They looked so happy to be wedded to the boys that I had fixed them up with. It was so much simpler this way.
Everyone would be happy with my new system.
"That's so wonderful," Helen said. She quivered in her own low-cut blouse and miniskirt. "And don't worry, just because I'm Mrs. Miller now doesn't mean I won't fuck my girls with my strap-on. I have a few choice dildos to use on you this year."
"That's so good," Mary said, a big smile on her lips. "I love being fucked by both of you."
"It was great seeing you girls," I told them as I led my wife and sex slaves on.
The girls weren't the only ones that said hi. Guys and girls were all greeting me. It was such a thrill to see the couples I had set up together. Many were married. Girls were bred. A baby boom was in the works.
We passed fucking in the halls. Teachers had the right to fuck any girl (or guy if it was a female teacher) they wanted. Many of the male teachers took full advantage of all the coed cunt at their disposal. Two of my colleagues were pounding a pair of girls hard from behind in the middle of the hallway. It was a stirring sight, my cock thrusting hard before me.
Dean Brown marched through the hallway in a leather bra and skirt, thigh-high boots on. Her stomach curved with her pregnancy. I was right. If I declared I was breeding a woman, I did. The Best Teacher could never be wrong. She had two of her male slaves following after her, their muscled bodies oiled and leashes attached to their cock rings.
She was a very dominating woman.
"Mr. and Mrs. Miller," she said, nodding. She, of course, had been at the wedding with her sex slave husband and sons.
"Dean Brown," I nodded back. "Going to be a great year."
"Yes, it is," she purred. "The new students should be gathering in the auditorium. I'll be down shortly. I have two naughty boys to spank first."
"Of course," I said.
We rounded the corner and found Nurse Betty with two boys attached to her teats suckling away. A third fucked her pregnant pussy from behind. No one knew who the father was. It could be her husband or me or any of the male teachers or students. She always was being fucked as she provided her abundant breast milk to the boys to keep up their energy.
I loved my powers.
"Oh, the school is off to a great start," said Helen. My new wife had such a big smile on her face. "Mmm, I'm eager to see those fresh-faced freshmen." She giggled. "They're always so cute, boys and girls alike."
"I'll take your word on the boys," I said. "But the girls... So cute."
"Of course they are," said Cassandra. "Ooh, I hope we got some naughty sex slaves coming up. I know Mrs. Foster is as eager as I am to break them in. It'll be so much fun."
"Oh, yes, Master," Mrs. Foster cooed. I never had her divorce her husband, not that she saw him much. He was happy with the sex slave "daughter" I had given him. She was already pregnant. Maybe he'd have a new daughter to replace Darcy. "I can't wait to mold them into being such a fine crop of sex slaves. I want the college to make even more money at the auction at the end of the year."
"I have complete faith in you," I said. "How about you, Darcy?"
"My mom's going to rock, Mr. Miller," my pet cooed.
We reached the auditorium where the next crop of freshmen was sitting down in the seats. They chatted in groups or sat isolated. A nervous energy ran through the room. The girls were clearly a little embarrassed by the dress code, not yet used to showing off so much skin.
It was marvelous.
I enjoyed a pick-me-up from Darcy as we waited, savoring her lovely breast milk. She had nice, round breasts after having our daughter. I enjoyed suckling at her, drinking down the sweet warmth of her motherly delight. She squealed in delight, the nineteen-year-old girl stroking her hand through my hair.
Dean Brown and the other teachers began arriving. It was time to test the freshman. I moved up to the podium, gripping it. The freshmen all started hurrying to their seats. I stared out at them, a big smile on my lips.
"Good morning," I said, my voice booming through the microphone. "Good morning, freshmen. Welcome, welcome. You are going to spend the next four years learning at this fine institution. Right now, your future teachers are handing out an aptitude test. Your seats all have fold-out desks. You're going to fill them out. Take your time. This is the most important test of your life."
I could
feel
the silence in the auditorium as the new class of freshmen stared at me, taking this in. They shifted in their chairs. Their eyes were all locked on me. I could feel their rapt attention, the power of the belt in full swing.
"I'm Mr. Miller," I continued after a moment. "Maybe you've heard of me. Maybe not. But I have come up with an entirely new curriculum for our school. You are a model that we are going to export across not just the United States, but the world." I smiled. "Now, that really isn't anything you have to worry about. You just have to worry about the test. I created it, and it will test your aptitude and your scholastic potential. Please, focus on it. Don't look at the others. No cheating. This is an honest assessment. You have three hours to complete it. I recommend you use that time to its fullest."
I could feel the students' nervousness.
"Just give it your best," I said. "That's all that matters. Now... begin."
Paper rustled and pencils scratched. They were all so eager to please me. I enjoyed the sight as I moved back to the chair to wait for the results. It would be hours yet, but they had to be supervised. Not that they would cheat or anything. I just felt it was better if I was here.
That was the best thing to do about it.
It was an impressive sound. Hundreds of pencils scratching away. The focus of the students was intense. I could feel their tension thickening the air. I sat, my new wife beside me, my sex slaves ready to attend to me.
Dean Brown quickly had one of her studs eating her pregnant pussy. I was glad I had bred her. I had probably bred a lot of my female students, too. It was a privilege to guide these students. To mentor them. To slide my cock into their fertile twats and fuck them hard.
"Mmm, let me take some of the edge off," Helen cooed. My wife grabbed my dick and leaned over, her red hair spilling over my crotch.
"Thanks," I said, sliding my hand through her hair as her lips kissed at the tip of my dick. Then she swallowed it.
"Would you like some more breast milk, Mr. Miller?" Darcy proffered, squeezing her round tits. "From me or my mommy?"
"From you," I said. As much as I loved nursing from Mrs. Foster's big boobs, we were back at the college. It just felt so right as Helen kissed over the crown of my dick.
Her lips slid over my tip, caressing the spongy flesh, and sealed about my shaft. I groaned as she nursed on me. It was incredible having her suckle on me like that. She nursed with passion, her cheeks hollowing as she suckled at me.
I groaned, loving how she bobbed her head. She nursed with such passion on me. I felt her love as she suckled on me. Her tongue danced around my crown. Darcy leaned in, pushing her pink nipple towards my lips again.
I could never get enough of my sex slave's pink nipples.
I latched on and suckled from her nub. Her breast milk gushed into my mouth. I closed my eyes, nursing on her. The warmth splashed against the back of my throat. I nursed with everything I had on her nipple as Helen loved my cock.
