Here is the third installment. I’m trying to go for realism, inasmuch as possible in this context… if you have advice or suggestions, let me know. Otherwise, enjoy!
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“Good morning, class,” Miss Harris announced with a smile as she stepped into the brightly lit classroom. All the girls were there, with their boytoys: Claudia and Dummy, Janet and Doggie, Emily and Horsie, and Elza and Piggy. She was pleased to see the girls dressed in more casual clothes, still within the school regulations but let uptight than they had been before. They were also sitting more comfortably, in various poses, while their boytoys were on the ground, looking down, waiting for orders. Emily’s foot was on her boytoy’s back, who was on all fours, apparently happy to be her footrest.
Miss Harris felt like commenting on this. “Last time, I asked you to come up with sexier ideas for using your boytoys — at least one orgasm! Also, you would come up with sexier mocking names for them. I see you’ve been practicing — I can see that by the way you’re sitting.” Miss Harris sighed. “In the old days, before the coming of the Goddess, boys used to sit with their legs spread out, and girls tried to keep theirs closed at all times. Boys occupied more space, girls less… isn’t that crazy?”
The girls smiled.
“Nowadays, boys are supposed to sit with their legs closed or crossed, while you girls can spread as much as you want. And I see you’re doing just that!” In fact, Claudia, wearing the school miniskirt, was had her legs spread out, showing her fancy underwear with lots of little red hearts; Janet had one foot on the floor, and the other on her seat, so she could hug her own leg; this showed less of her underwear than in Claudia’s case, but Miss Harris did notice it showed exactly the point where her vagina was. Emily, well… Emily wasn’t wearing underwear. She had lazily put both legs on the glass desk in front of her, and one hand on top of her vagina, lazily playing with her pubic hairs… The boys weren’t looking at her, or at any of the girls; clearly they had been told to look down at the floor. But the drops of perspiration on their foreheads made clear they knew what their ladies were doing. So, if Emily sighed discreetly, they started shivering, imagining the motivation for that sound.
Elza, however, was again marching to a different beat. Her legs, though spread ajar, were not really occupying all available space as was the case of the other girls, and she was wearing black underwear. This conveyed, in some strange way, a defiance that matched the expression in her eyes. Miss Harris raised her eyebrows, but said nothing.
“In the old days, spreading your legs was supposed to be some sort of invitation. It could even be risky, or so the boys said then… But today, this sitting stance is a mark of power. The power of the vagina!” Miss Harris wrote the word ‘Vagina’ on the blackboard. “Ever since the Goddess came to us, we have known that the vagina is the source of all sexual power, and therefore of all spiritual power of any kind. The Goddess wanted the vagina to be worshipped for that reason; and so, She created the boys, who, desperate for not having a vagina, were fascinated by it, and had as their mission to worship it in the girls around them. A boy is an instrument used by the Goddess to worship the vagina.”
The girls nodded in agreement. They remembered having heard this stuff in the Sex Ed class, and it was coming up more and more often in popular media.
“Which is why I wanted you to think more about sex with your boytoys, girls. Remember: when you use them to have orgasms, you are following the law of the Goddess. You are making the world more harmonious and balanced; you are helping repair it after centuries and millennia of ignorant destruction. It is a sacred mission. You are rebuilding the world on a better foundation, in a more beautiful pattern, one orgasm at a time!”
“And the boys don’t matter, right?” Janet said.
“Right! They don’t. The point is the vagina orgasming. A vaginal orgasm is not just lots of fun, it’s also a way to improve the world, to make it be as it should be. Boys’ orgasms are irrelevant in the matter. Personally, I prefer not to have them orgasm, because it is a waste of time: it does nothing to help.”
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