Introduction:
In the not too distant future almost all men have become infertile. This has led to great conflict and has resulted in a very different world. In England the political system and cities have collapsed. There has been a return to a much more feudal system in which men behave like men and women are treated like women. There are only a handful of men who remain fertile. Each of these men has established a 'finishing school' for girls.
On their eighteenth birthday girls are sent to the finishing schools. Here they attend classes to assist them in their duties. Ultimately each girl hopes to fall pregnant to the Principal at which point they graduate and can be sold off as a husband to an infertile man...
Chapter One
Melanie sat anxiously in the Principal's waiting room. She crossed and uncrossed her legs in nervous anticipation. The school skirt that she had been given was far too short and it rode up well past the middle of her thighs as she sat on the low wooden bench.
Three schoolgirls entered the room and Melanie shyly looked them up and down. The first was a very short slight Asian with a pleated grey skirt that barely covered the bottom curve of her ass. She was just beginning to show as pregnant with her rounded tummy peeking out between her white buttoned blouse and the top of her waistband. She was closely followed by two tall full breasted blondes who were clearly sisters, if not twins.
Each girl wore a cloth band clasped firmly around their necks. Melanie's was a soft ivory colour but the others were made from different colours and patches of cloth.
"Ohh a virgin!" exclaimed the Asian, as she slouched next to Melanie. Her bare thigh pressed up against Melanie making her feel hot an uncomfortable.
"Don't be shy sweetie" continued the pregnant girl - " I'm sure he'll stick his big cock in you and pump his hot cum up your tight cunt before you know it. Then you'll be knocked up like the rest of us." Melanie drew back in shock, her colour rising in embarrassment. She stammered and looked questioningly at the blondes.
"Yeah, we're up the duff too." Confirmed the taller of the girls. She fingered a red stripe on her multi-coloured collar.
"You'll learn to read the girls collars in time. Red means you're preggo. I'm Sophie."
"I'm Melanie"
"This is my sister Jane, and this vulgar little slut is Teal" replied Sophie. Teal smiled wickedly at Melanie, Jane just rolled her eyes. The girl's introductions were interrupted by the secretary who announced that the Principal was ready to see them now.
"All of us?" asked Melanie.
"Yes - he said it would be appropriate for you to watch." The secretary stood to open the door into the Principal's office and Melanie's eyes widened to see that her skirt was ridiculously short. It was barely a white lacy frill that extended below a narrow white elastic belt. Her navy blue thong was clearly visible beneath the lace and was bulging to contain her pussy lips. Melanie looked up and again blushed guiltily as her eyes met the secretary's gaze.
The Principal's office was very large and imposing. Soft rugs covered sections of the polished hardwood floors. A fire crackled noisily in the corner and there were several plush couches scattered around the room. The secretary's high heels clicked noisily as she directed Melanie to sit on a tall stool. Jane, Sophie and Teal were led to a long but narrow desk close to the fireplace.
Melanie watched in fascination as the girls stood facing the desk, side by side with their hips touching. There were a series of straps attached to the edge of the desk. The secretary used them to fasten each of the girls' upper thighs firmly to the edge of the desk, the leather strap tightly clasped just below their ass cheeks. The girls were then instructed to bend over the desk and another strap on the top of the desk was fastened across their lower backs. Melanie noted that the top of the desk in front of Teal had a shallow groove dug out that accommodated her rounded womb. The secretary lifted each girls skirt in turn to reveal their bare curved buttocks and from Melanie's vantage point she could clearly see the smooth hairless outer lips of her classmate's dripping cunts.
Of course no school girl was permitted to wear underwear.
Melanie's eyes were completely glued to the sight glistening in the firelight before her so she gasped in shock when she felt the strong arms of a man grasp her hips from behind.
"Do you like what you see Melanie?" asked the Principal. His breath was hot and wet in her ear and his stubble was rough against the skin of her cheek.
"Yes sir" she admitted quietly.
"Why do you think they are here?"
Melanie was finding it hard to think. It was the first time a man had held her like this. He felt so strong and firm and possessive and he smelt so different.
