Attitude Adjustment
By LCDRJMC
LCDRJMC@aol.com
Book III
*****
It was Monday morning. Laura sat up in bed and stretched her arms
high toward the ceiling. Her firm breasts rose higher on her chest. Her
body still tingled even after wakening, which was odd. She felt flushed,
almost feverish, and her nipples were rock hard. It almost like she'd
been having sex all night, and it was still going on!
"Must have been that dream," she muttered. But what a dream! She
dreamed of hands touching every inch of her naked flesh while she was
standing in front of the entire school board! They all stared as she stood
shaking from an impending orgasm that would never quite happen. She
could sense the wonderful pressure that would strangely rise within her,
only to just as inexplicably fall again, until in her dream she was reduced
to actually begging, pleading for her climax to happen. But it never
would.
A voice, a familiar voice that she couldn't quite recognize, kept telling
her, "Not yet. Not yet. You are not ready." She certainly felt ready
enough, but the voice had other ideas. Yet in her torment, she found it
was highly erotic, watching the faces of the board members looking at
her in her naked helplessness. Laura had never had a dream so intense
or real in her life. Last night she thought a good night's sleep was just
what the doctor ordered. After everything that happened to her, sleep
was what she needed more than anything to be ready for another week
of teaching. But she was even more tired now than she was before she
went to bed.
Sleep was something she thought would help clear her head after what
had happened to her over the last few days. After such fantastic
goings-on, Laura knew she wasn't really thinking straight anymore. In
spite of how her body kept deliciously reacting, she didn't really like
what had happened to her. It was just that she wasn't thinking straight,
and that was what allowed her to be consumed by what was happening.
She was sure of that. She was a teacher after all, not some slut who got
off being touched by just anyone. But the thought of Missy's hands on
her body made her tremble once again. In thinking so strongly of her,
Laura could even smell the girl's subtle perfume on the sheets covering
her. "Missy must have used these last," she said as she touched the top
sheet in wonder. She was sure more than ever that Missy was really a
good girl at heart, just a little adventurous. In her silent way, touching
was simply a way of expressing herself. It was just that Missy always
got too personal with her at all the wrong times, usually when Laura was
at her most vulnerable. Today she would have a talk with the teenager
and straighten her out once and for all. Yet, in spite of everything that
happened with the girl, she did not really hold her responsible for
causing her so much distress.
Laura fully realized the extent of her own responsibility for her current
predicament with the sexually precocious student, and she held herself
to blame accordingly. It was she after all who first encouraged the girl to
touch her, even if it was for only an innocent neck rub after school. How
was she to know how the girl had felt about physical contact between
people? Yet Laura knew full well that it could not go on like this. If they
were to spend time under the same roof for any length of time, Laura
had to regain control of the situation or the girl would soon drive her
crazy.
There was also the minor point that if anyone found out what Missy was
doing to her, Laura was positive that she would lose her job and end up
in jail for sure. Missy was a child and she was a woman, for God's sake!
Besides, even two grown women shouldn't be touching each other so
intimately like that! It just wasn't right, regardless of how eagerly her
traitorous body responded. Satisfied that she was on the correct path,
Laura thought that, tired or not, it was probably time for her to get up
anyway. Still a little sleepy, Laura turned and looked at the clock.
"6:59! Damn. The alarm didn't go off! I'll be late!" With her eyes barely
opened, Laura staggered out of the water bed and ran across the hall to
the bathroom she now shared with Missy, to at least wash her face
before getting dressed and racing to school. As she walked, she was
consciously having to ignore the odd feelings coming from her pulsating
sex. The hot water felt good as it splashed against her eyes. Clumsy in
her fatigue, a lot of water ran down her body. She shivered when the
water dripped down her bare breasts, causing her nipples to harden even
more. Several drops ran down into her naval, then toward her pubic hair.
The feeling shocked her and she looked down. She was completely
naked!
"Where are my pajamas?" she wondered. She had worn them last night,
she knew it! She didn't remember waking up in the middle of the night
and taking them off. Suddenly worried, she ran back to her room on
shaky legs to look for them. Not seeing them anywhere, she stumbled
over to her dresser and opened the second drawer.
"Phew! There they are! And I was so sure that I had put them on, too,"
the dazed Laura muttered aloud as she walked back to the bathroom. "I
must be losing my mind." She finished washing her face and grabbed a
towel to dry herself off. She started with her thighs and moved upward.
Slowly she wiped the water that had dripped down her nude body. She
rubbed the towel through her pubic hair, then between her legs to get
any water that might have dripped there. When the towel touched her
clit, Laura's mind exploded. Staggering back, Laura sat down on the
edge of the bath tub and looked incredulously at her pussy. Her clitoris
and labia were amazingly swollen and sensitive, as if she had
masturbated all night.
"God, what a dream!" She got up and looked in the mirror. "Oh, my!"
she exclaimed. Her face was flushed, her nipples were rock hard.
Blushing deeply, she looked guiltily at her reflection. She looked just
like that day eight years ago after she had discovered that touching
herself could produce such wonderful feelings. That day she was left
alone at home and had masturbated for hours. The only reason she
finally stopped was because her clit had become so sensitive she just
couldn't stand to touch it anymore.
So why did she look like that down there now? She had obviously been
alone. She was sure of that. The dream must have caused her to do it to
herself! Laura remembered her vivid need to cum during the dream and
she still could feel it faintly throbbing in her vagina even now. "Wow,"
she breathed. She was in such an emotional frenzy over everything that
happened this weekend that she must have played with herself all night.
She had done it to herself. What madness! But the dream! In her dream,
she couldn't use her hands at all, either in the beginning to protect
herself or later to bring herself to climax. It was like they had been
frozen at her sides.
"Great!" she groaned weakly. "Where's Freud when you really need
him?" That's just what she needed in her life right now, bizarre erotic
dreams that left her turned on while she slept and Missy's playful hands
on her while she was awake. "I'd better find my own place soon before I
really do go crazy." Laura gently wiped the water from her body, trying
desperately not to turn herself on again in the process. She knew she
didn't have time for this. She had to get to school and get her room and
herself ready for the day's classes. She could not afford any more
delays.
Laura dashed back to her room to get dressed for work. She'd make
sure she would wear much more conservative clothes this time. Missy
seemed to get more playful with her the more exciting she dressed, and
that was the last thing she wanted to happen. She never was able to get
the girl alone long enough this wild weekend and have that badly needed
talk she wanted to have with her, and she was worried that Missy still
might not understand the proper relationship between a student and her
teacher, especially when they were living at the same house.
"Shit! Where the hell are all my clothes?" Laura shrieked as she stared
into an almost-empty closet. The only thing still hanging was a
blouse-and-skirt outfit that she'd purchased years ago and a pair of
shoes that weren't even hers. She had gotten the skimpy outfit when she
was 16 and secretly teased everyone at school like crazy. Then it was
just right. But now she was a grown woman with a serious profession and
it was not right at all. The outfit was far too daring, and probably too
small as well, for her to wear anymore, and she had been meaning to
pass it on to some deserving younger cousin for some time. Laura
snatched the outfit from the closet and found a neatly printed note
pinned to the front of the blouse. She angrily threw the outfit on the bed,
and then turned to stare helplessly into the empty closet once again.
"There has to be something else," she said grimly. "There just has to
be!" But she knew that time was running out and she was out of options.
She had to leave within the next few minutes, otherwise she would never
make it! She turned back to the bed and read the note on the blouse.
Laura,
All your clothes were so musty from being in the basement that I took
them to be cleaned. You should have them all back this afternoon. The
only one I could find that was at least presentable I left for you to wear.
Your shoes seemed to be in the same state, so I took those as well. I left
you a pair that I think will fit you perfectly.
Doris
"What?" screamed Laura as she looked at the note again in disbelief.
She wanted to find Doris and get her clothes back, but a quick glance at
the clock told her that the Manchesters had already been gone for at
least 30 minutes. She had to wear what she had, and fast. There was no
time for anything else! Laura looked back at the shoes in the closet.
"Oh, God."
*****
Laura sat in her car in the school parking lot with butterflies in her
stomach. This was crazy. She couldn't teach any of her classes wearing
this outfit. Calling in sick would have been an option, if she had been on
the job longer than three weeks. She had no choice. Maybe the outfit
was not that bad, and it was just her imagination. She had after all worn
it to this very school for over a year and never had any problems with it,
although she remembered with glee some boys who certainly did. The
top was tight here and there, and the skirt was certainly short, but not as
bad as she had seen other women wear. All she had to do was get to
class and act normally. After that, things would be fine.
Taking a deep breath, Laura opened the door and stepped out into the
almost-full parking lot. She reached back in for her overloaded brief
case, shut the door and started walking to the school. It was an
unusually cool day for early September, with the wind blowing out of the
north. The minute the breeze hit her, she realized just how bare she
really was. The breeze quickly blew up her shapely legs and under the
short denim skirt. It seemed to be blowing right on her still-tingling sex!
It would not have been so bad if only she had been able to wear panties.
However, the only pair she could find in her frantic rush to get dressed
must have been an old pair of Missy's, because they were so small she
could not even get them over her hips. She thought then she would be
safe enough today in just her pantyhose.
She looked down at her legs with a worried look now. On her feet she
wore a pair of sandals with a four-inch heel and only two tiny retaining
straps with a tiny white lace bow right in the front. With her short skirt,
her legs looked about ten feet long. The pantyhose did nothing but make
them look longer. They were sheer to the waist and oh-so slippery
smooth. They were colored nude, with just the slightest touch of pink in
them. The color on the package had read, "Blushing Nude." She had
laughed at it earlier, but now that was exactly what she was doing,
blushing.
As she neared one of the school's side doors, another breath of cool
wind blew across her chest. Rapidly her nipples hardened and stuck out
against her thin top. Laura quickly put up her free hand to cover her
breasts. The wind had made her feel just like she was topless. Why in
God's name hadn't she just called in sick? She could not wear a bra
because of the way the top fit. The white cotton top was sheer, but not
sheer enough to see through. It was fastened in front with draw strings
that left her whole cleavage bare right down to her navel. At 16, this was
hot stuff, but now! Oh, God! Her chest had not been this large then, so
the top hadn't been pulled open so wide because of her breasts. She
didn't even have time to re-string the damn thing to close the opening.
And the skirt was longer, she was sure of it. She had to be crazy to wear
this anywhere now! What could she have been thinking? To hell with it!
She would check in at the office and get a substitute. It would be a little
late to arrange one, but she couldn't help that.
She entered the building and First Bell rang. "Oh, God!" Laura said as
instinct took over and she raced to her classroom, holding her heavy
brief case with both hands. Balancing on the sandals slowed her
progress but she still tried to move as fast as she could. She could feel
her pantyhose-covered thighs rub together, causing her some serious
tingles in her still burning crotch, while her unencumbered breasts
bounced every which way inside the blouse. The only thing she knew she
was really doing was making her nipples even harder as her firm breasts
moved against the cotton top.
As she hurried through the clearing halls, it felt like every eye watched
her as she jiggled along to her room. Laura blushed again when she saw
a group of boys just staring open-mouthed at her, their eyes wide in
surprise. She thanked God that her classroom was finally only a few
doors away. As the hall quickly emptied, all she could hear was the
continued slap-tic-click, slap-tic-click, slap-tic-click of her sandals on the
hard marble floor. It felt like they were spanking her, saying "Bad girl,
bad girl, bad girl." Laura now felt like a little girl all dressed up in
Mommy's high heels. This was crazy! Her heart pounded as she opened
her classroom door and stepped inside.
A quiet hush spread across the room as every student turned with
staring eyes at watch their teacher walk into the room. Missy, Laura
saw, was greeting her with a large smile.
"Good morning, everyone," she said, trying desperately to keep her
voice normal. "Sorry I'm late. Bad morning." Laura had never felt so
naked as she walked through the front of the room to her desk, her
swishing thighs and tapping sandals signaling each step she took.
Laura's mind started to spin by the time she finally reached her desk. It
seemed like it took her 20 minutes just to get to her seat.
"Why is it so hot in here?" she wondered as she emptied her brief case.
Her legs were actually getting weak! It almost felt like she was getting
turned on, but she knew that couldn't be true. She couldn't possibly be
enjoying wearing this in front of her students, could she? Her brief case
emptied, Laura thought briefly of leaving it on her desk for cover, but
she wouldn't be able to do any work then. So, she bent over and put the
brief case reluctantly in its usual spot alongside her desk. She sat, and
an icy chill ran up her spine as she felt her bare buttocks hit the cold
seat. "Oh!" Laura gasped as she quickly jumped up in surprise, making
her breasts bounce yet again.
She tried to smooth the back of her skirt as she sat back down, but as
her behind hit the seat again she realized just how short the skirt really
was to sit in. She could feel the cold seat just touching the bottom curve
of her buttocks. She tried covertly sliding a little down the seat, to hide
behind the desk better, but a "Gasp!" from the class told her that her
skirt had just ridden up to her hips. She straightened up in her chair, but
couldn't pull down her skirt without jumping up again. Now her
nylon-covered legs felt really bare, from the tips of her toes right up to
the tops of her shapely thighs.
Laura was very conscious from her students' stares that her desk was
missing its modesty panel in front. She turned to the side and crossed
her legs, but she knew that no matter what she did, unless she covered
herself with a blanket her legs were completely on display to their
burning eyes, and there was nothing she could do about it. Absolutely
nothing! Well! They were all here for a reason, after all, not just to
watch her make a fool of herself. It was time to break up the show.
"Okay, class. This is a study period after all. So, let's all do something
different this time, like opening a text book and doing some
homework."
*****
As Laura sat in her room and waited for the period to end, she was very
worried. So much had happened to her over the last three days, it was all
just a confused jumble in her mind. She had no idea what was going to
happen this week. Would she be called down to the principal's office to
learn of her suspension prior to a disciplinary hearing? What about her
relationship with the principal and his secretary? In her anxiety and
confusion, she still was not really sure about what did happen that Friday
afternoon in the principal's office. And what about her students,
especially the two boys who saw her up in the Light Control Room after
the pep rally? How would this all affect her relationships with her
students?
Sunday had been spent quietly as an agonized day of indecision, along
with the inevitable grading of papers and by bed time, Laura had
decided that her best course of action would be to carry on at school as
if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. She would get herself a Post
Office box, so that no one would know she was staying at the
Manchester's this week. She had already called her credit union and her
favorite stores, to cancel her stolen credit cards and order new ones.
This afternoon, after school, she would start looking for a modest
apartment. Doris Manchester had even offered the use of her Internet
connection to help her look.
So, all Laura really had to do this week was survive. If she could just
make it past this week, she believed that she would be safely out of
trouble, at least with the school, and that was all that mattered with her
at the moment. It was vital that she do nothing that would draw attention
to her. Life was perfectly normal, she was in control, and that was all
there was to it. Laura knew she could do nothing now to jeopardize that
image for either her peers or for her employers. She was walking on the
thinnest of eggshells right now. This was the one week where everything
had to work. The merest breath of scandal and her teaching career
would be finished.
The problems with her own family would just have to wait until there
came a time when she could think about those people without wanting to
throw something.
*****
Laura was glad when Study Hall was over and her first class had piled
out the door. She had gotten so nervous from all the staring eyes that
she had actually started to sweat. Her top was now clinging even tighter
over her proud breasts. Anyone could even make out the outline of her
nipples as her own sweat began to turn the top transparent. As if that
weren't embarrassing enough, she had gotten quite wet down below as
well. Her seat was practically dripping from her own oozing sex as it
soaked through the sheer pantyhose. It was so humiliating, especially
when she finally realized what was happening to her. It was all turning
her on! She was so excited that she felt like screaming just for a way of
relieving the incredible tension that was building within her! She was
reacting to the attention she was causing. Laura couldn't even
remember when she first started to move her shoulders back, to thrust
out her firm breasts even more for her admiring class. Confused beyond
all hope, she closed her eyes and began to softly cry.
How had she gotten herself into such a mess? All she ever wanted to be
was a teacher. But now! Now she felt like a complete slut, dressed in an
outfit that was even a little too daring to wear when she was a tease
back in high school, this high school. The outfit was so bad she had had
to sneak out of the house in a raincoat whenever she wanted to wear it.
To wear it now was truly insane. If Mr. Playfair ever saw her in it, she
would probably be fired on the spot.
"Oh, hell! What a disaster!" Laura moaned. She was sure that Missy,
her Missy, was behind this somehow. Laura was so sure that the girl
meant well, but it never seemed to work out that way. She would have to
live with the Manchesters until she could find another place somewhere.
She would have to live with Missy! She started taking slow, deep
breaths in order to calm herself down. She had her next class to go to,
but Laura was in no hurry. She knew her room would be empty for the
next period and she wanted to postpone the remainder of the day's
terrible ordeal for a little while at least. She wanted no one else to see
her in this obscene outfit.
"What?" Laura cried when she felt someone's hands on her shoulders.
She turned in her chair and saw the concerned face of Missy behind her.
"Oh, Missy! What am I going to do?" Laura sobbed desperately.
Missy put her head next to Laura's ear and whispered, "Just relax.
You're too tense." Her hands began to work the stiff cords on her
neck.
"Missy!" Laura pleaded as she turned to face the desk again. "Please,
no. I have a class to go to." The hands continued their magic and Laura
dropped her own lifeless hands in her lap. She closed her eyes and
leaned back in her chair as she waited for Missy's wonderful hands to
take away her suffering. Laura knew that this was the wrong time and
place, especially now when she was feeling so especially...anxious, but
just a little blessed relief was all that she wanted. It wouldn't hurt to let
Missy give her a tiny neck rub before she went to her next class. It
wouldn't hurt at all.
Laura's heart began to race as Missy's hands gently rubbed the nap of
her neck. It was as if the girl knew exactly which points on her body to
press or rub to cause her to simply melt inside. Where Missy had
developed such expert and highly intimate knowledge of a woman's
body, Laura could not imagine. What was especially mysterious was how
the teenager had quickly become so confident with her body. She moved
over Laura's body as if she and it were old friends, as if it belonged to
her in fact. It was something of a puzzlement to the confused teacher.
As Missy's hands worked her, Laura's mind drifted back to the shower
and the wonderful feeling that ran through her body when both Missy
and Doris were just helping her wash. She was sure they didn't do
anything sexual. They were just assisting her in the small shower, but
her body had responded to their innocent touches and she had exploded
like a sky rocket. Later that next day, when she had realized what had
happened, it had embarrassed her tremendously. Thank God the two
never noticed. It was just like that time in the Jacuzzi, when she had her
little accident there. If anyone had realized what she had done, she
certainly would have died from the disgrace!
She felt Missy's hands move out from her neck to her shoulders under
the blouse. Laura felt herself finally begin to relax and she laid her head
up against Missy's soft tummy. She couldn't believe how nice the girl's
hands felt today. She could hardly keep from purring her contentment
every time the teenager's hands would rub her shoulders, then return to
her neck. Laura thought she could feel a slight tug on the draw-string in
front of her blouse every time Missy moved her hands, but it was
probably just her overheated imagination. Missy's touch soon had her
mind spinning. As the massage continued, Laura felt herself slipping
more and more away. Soon it was all she could do to keep from moaning
out loud. It felt so good! She knew she should stop her, but Laura was so
dazed that all she could do was sit there panting as she felt even her sex
begin to heat up even more then before. She tightly crossed her thighs
to try and control the growing sensations coming from between her legs.
After a time Laura was dimly aware that something was different.
Finally she realized that it was her top. She couldn't understand how her
top had gotten to be so comfortable. It just wasn't tight at all now. Laura
felt a sudden chill, as if she had no top on at all. It was then replaced by
a warm feeling which cupped both her breasts. She wanted to open her
eyes to see, but was afraid of what it might be. She knew it was just her
mind, her sick mind, at work again confusing her. It had to be.
Otherwise, Missy would actually be touching her chest right in the
middle of her classroom.
Yet she could feel her firm breasts being squeezed by fingers, the
nipples hardening against smooth palms. She almost died from pleasure
as she felt her nipples openly being pinched and pulled between the
fingers holding her. Laura felt Missy's hands on her waist pulling her
gently up. She rose unsteadily to her feet, only to be pushed forward
over her desk. She felt the cool paper of her large desk-top calendar
press directly against the bare skin of her upper body, her breasts
flattening beneath her. She felt her short skirt being flipped up, and she
realized that she was now revealing her entire pantyhose-covered
behind to her most beloved student.
"'Blushing Pink,' my favorite," Missy giggled as Laura felt her
vulnerable ass cheeks being clutched by eager hands. Laura's mind was
too far gone to even care what was happening to her. All she knew was
that her body was on fire, every inch of it. Classroom or not, she was not
going to stop Missy from doing anything now. She should have felt
ashamed at what Missy was doing to her, but the hands and the
mind-boggling thought of being so helplessly exposed in public had her
too weak to even moan a protest.
She felt the fingers find their way into her waistband and swiftly tug the
pantyhose down to her ankles.
"So sexy," Missy murmured as Laura felt fingers trace the narrow
thong tan line that ran between her perfect golden half-moons. Laura
melted when she felt Missy take each bare cheek in her hands and start
to knead the firm flesh. Her mind could think of nothing but Missy's
exquisite hands squeezing her behind. It was so wrong to let it happen,
especially here in her own classroom where anyone could walk right in
and find them. It made her feel so dirty she couldn't stand it! Yet, at the
same time it was so delicious, so thrilling to be exposed like this! She
felt like such a slut! Laura's hips trembled when she felt one of Missy's
hands slide between her legs.
"You are a bad girl, aren't you?" Missy purred. "You've wet yourself!"
Laura's mind was in a turmoil. Oh, God! She knows! She knows! She
jumped when she received a sharp slap to her right buttock! SMACK!
"OUCH!!" Laura yelled at the unexpected contact. The blow cleared
her head somewhat, and she tried to raise herself off the desk.
"Get back down," Missy ordered quietly. "You've been very bad. My
Mom used to spank me for doing what you have done. I think you need
the same." Laura was pushed back down and hit on both cheeks in quick
succession. SMACK, SMACK!
"Missy, stop that!" Laura squealed, her mind now almost clear. Oh,
God! She was being spanked again! "I'm...I'm your teacher, not some
child!"
"Is that right?" Missy scolded. "I don't think a grown woman would
have gotten wet by someone simply massaging their shoulders, do
you?" She hit each quivering cheek twice.
"OOOOOhhh! Missy, please!" Laura groaned as she continued to
attempt to rise from her vulnerable position over the desk.
"Just stay still, so you can take your punishment. That is, before
someone comes in and sees what you've done."
"Oh, God!" Laura cried. She had almost forgotten where she was. She
quickly turned her head and faced the closed door. Missy was right. My
God! What if someone came in and saw her like this? What could she
say? "I was just letting a student give me a massage, and my clothes fell
off?" Her life would be over! Laura stopped struggling and laid down
across the desk. "Just get it over with," she whispered, defeated.
"Good! Now be still!" Missy crowed. Missy began to slap first one
cheek and then another, in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Laura could feel
her buttocks stop shaking before the next blow. After 20 swats, Laura
began to cry, not from the pain but for the complete mess she had gotten
herself into. She deserved to be spanked for all to see. She never should
have let Missy ever touch her like she had done. This was fitting. She
almost hoped someone would see, to make her embarrassment and
humiliation complete.
As the spanking continued, Laura began to feel the excitement begin to
build in her sex. It was almost as if she were being deliberately teased
into arousal while she was being spanked. How ridiculous she knew, to
become excited while being punished! Yet the sensations continued to
grow and there was nothing she could do to stop them. Ashamed, she
could feel her vaginal lubricants running down her inner thighs. Before
long Laura sensed that her humiliation was soon to be over. The blows
were coming slower and slower on her poor abused buttocks. She was
thankful in that at least she was to be spared the ultimate humiliation of
cumming once again from Missy's touch. She had been so close, she
could even smell it in the room.
Suddenly Laura felt something actually touching her! Touching her sex!
It couldn't be Missy! She'd never dare touch her right here in the open!
God, no! It was only her over-heated imagination which was telling her
there was something there. It was so real, though. Just like the feeling
she had so long ago in Mr. Playfair's office. There was nothing there
then, either, she was sure of it! But her mind had been thinking there
was, and she had climaxed right there in the office! Now the feeling had
suddenly appeared again. It was crazy! The sensation began to make
the terrible, wonderful pressure within her really build swiftly now. She
was getting wetter by the moment. She was becoming extremely ready!
Laura desperately wanted to stop it, but the spanking and the heat
growing between her legs had her too weak to even move.
All she could do was moan, "OOOOHHHH GOD!" Soon Laura never
even felt Missy's hand spanking her anymore. All she could feel was the
burning which ran through her sex directly into her brain. It was going to
happen. She was going to humiliate herself in front of her 14-year-old
student once again and cum. Laura tried to think of anything else in
order to stop it, but, everything she thought of quickly melted away as
the pressure continued to build in the glowing furnace of her crotch.
In time Laura dimly realized that the spanking had actually stopped, but
something truly fantastic was now happening between her thighs. She
was being deliberately driven to a climax. Yet, all she could do was
continue to moan helplessly and push her behind toward the feeling that
she had once been so sure was just in her dazed and blasted brain. Her
resistance crumbled as the insidious pressure finally became too much
for her. The room started to spin as Laura's mind, filled now only with a
terrible need for release, went blank. "NNNNNNNOOOOO!" she cried
as her whole body tensed. She climaxed violently, then fell motionless
on top of her desk. Laura lay there semi-conscious, her mind a void, as
her body tried to recover from this latest assault. She felt her pantyhose
being pulled back up, the crotch band and seat now completely soaked
with her still flowing vaginal fluids. Through half-closed eyes Laura
watched her student gleefully lick her juices from her slender fingers
before she returned her to her chair, her behind burning nicely with the
contact. Missy fixed her top, but only after making sure it was much
looser than before, which Laura dully realized would mean she would
now be showing quite a bit more cleavage than before. Before passing
out completely, Laura felt Missy push her hair out of her eyes and then
kiss her.
"See you later," Missy giggled before she left.
*****
Giggling! In her dream, Laura was positive she heard the sound of
giggling and even laughing. How odd! She never dreamed about people
giggling. She awoke, then sat up in her desk's chair in shock.
"My God!" she gasped. She was in a classroom full of students! Even
Missy, looking impassive, was in her usual seat. And her students were
all watching her! Watching her as she sat with her practically naked legs
sprawled under her short skirt, and her revealing top opened even wider
than previously. Watching her! Oh, God! It was so exciting! Watching
her! She pressed her thighs tightly together as she frantically
suppressed a sudden impulse to cum. "Oh, God! Missy! What have you
done to me?" Laura whispered in despair, her face flushed, her body
trembling with excitement in front of the class. It wasn't fair! Why did
she have to dress like this today? Being in her special clothes had
always made her feel super sexy, but this was too much! After her
incident with Missy, she felt like a bitch in heat with all those eyes on
her, undressing her, loving her.
She was surrounded by teenagers simply glowing with youth and vitality.
How could she not be affected? How could she ignore such a thing?
Especially the girls! Laura felt herself start to tremble but she couldn't
stop thinking about them. Look at them all sitting there, with their
glowing hair, firm bodies, and budding sexuality, just waiting to be
plucked like the ripe fruit they are! Oh, God! She almost came again,
thinking about her female students! Why was she always fixating on
girls lately? She had never done that. Teasing helpless men and boys,
that had always been her game.
Her crotch squished wetly as she sat forward in her chair. Her erect
nipples were practically drilling holes in her revealing top, yet she still
had her spine straight and her shoulders thrown back to emphasize her
firm, high-set breasts. Her thrusting breasts pulled her top open even
farther, until Laura could clearly feel the cool air on the sides of her
heated and obviously semi-exposed breasts. This was hopeless. She felt
like cumming again with all those eyes on her chest. Oh God! Would this
nightmare never end? Her clothes were a complete mess, soaked with
sweat and...and her secretions. She had to get out of this fuck-me outfit
as soon as possible! It was driving her crazy! At least she had to
re-string the front of her top to something a little less revealing. She
realized there was only one thing to do, cancel this class and get to the
teacher's lounge for a quick cleanup and a chance to get her shattered
mind together. She stood on trembling legs and said loudly, "Class
diss... Mr. Playfair!" Oh, no! The principal had just walked into her
classroom and was heading for the empty back row. Damn! She couldn't
even turn around and discreetly fix her top now!
"Good morning, everyone," he said pleasantly. "Don't mind me, Miss
Papadakis. I just wanted the pleasure of seeing you in action. Please
continue with your lesson." She watched in horror as he sat at an empty
desk and pulled out a small notebook and pen from a jacket pocket.
"An... an honor to have you, sir. All right, everyone. As I was saying,
class discussion today will be on this week's assignment, 'The Red
Badge of Courage'. Now, can anyone tell me when this story was
supposed to take place?" As the class began to respond, Laura tried to
keep her heated thoughts on the classic novel, but it was no use. Being
stared at by her students had brought her to the edge and there was no
where she could go to escape their all-consuming gaze, especially with
Mr. Playfair sitting there, taking notes like mad. The urge to climax
seemed to be strongest when she was still, so she decided to that the
best thing to do was to keep moving about the classroom. The odd thing
was, the class seemed very animated for a change. Her students, even
those who hadn't read it, actually talked about the book and the ideas it
represented with intelligence and enthusiasm. As she started her slow
circuit of the classroom, Laura began to perceive just how lovely some
of her female students really were. Funny how she had never noticed it
before, but she had some true beauties in this class.
By the time Laura had almost walked completely around the room, she
felt confident she had her runaway emotions finally under control. It had
taken every ounce of her self-control not to run screaming from the
room, but she had done it. Finding herself by Missy's desk, Laura
deliberately turned her back on the outrageous teenager and addressed
the class. No wonder no one else wanted to sit within two desks of her.
This girl was insane! Laura looked at the wall clock over the door. 5
minutes to go, which made it summary time. "Okay, class. What have
we learned today?" A large boy at the other end of the room began to
make a not-very-successful football analogy. Laura noted with approval
how everyone in the class turned towards him. Usually they just ignored
whoever was speaking. She jumped when she felt two hands move
underneath her skirt and swiftly pull down the back of her pantyhose.
Missy! Oh, God! Missy! She had forgotten about Missy being behind
her!
Before she could move away, she felt a hand slide into the lowered back
of her pantyhose and slip between the tops of her thighs. Her ready cunt
received several quick thrusts before the hand was removed and she
received a firm push on her bare buttocks. A stunned Laura stumbled
away from Missy's desk but caught herself with her hands on an empty
desk before she fell. She knew that the class was staring at her, but
Laura could now feel the climax rising swiftly within her and there was
nothing she could do about it. The bell ending the period rang as she
staggered quickly toward her desk, and she tried to wave her students
good-bye as she went.
The full delicious fury of her climax struck as she reached her desk.
Laura could only fall helplessly into her chair and bend completely over
behind the desk as her body spasmed! She blindly opened a bottom desk
drawer and held onto it fiercely as her vagina pulsed madly. She dimly
hoped everyone would think she was looking for something until her
body calmed down again. Oh, God! She was cumming! She was actually
cumming in front of her class! How could Missy do this to her? How
could she?
"Miss Papadakis, are you all right?" she heard Mr. Playfair ask. Oh,
God! She had forgotten about the principal being there. She held up a
shaking right forefinger as a request to wait as her body continued to
convulse happily from her long-denied orgasm. Finally the monstrous
pulsation’s from her cunt subsided and the gasping Laura was able to
start breathing more or less normally. She slowly sat up in her chair and
looked at the concerned face of Mr. Playfair.
"What in the world is going on with you, Laura?" he asked kindly.
"Sorry," Laura panted. "I...I choked on a... a dust bunny. A big one."
"Oh, my. Are you all right?"
"Yes, Mr. Playfair. I'm just fine now, although that bunny did take a lot
out of me," a flushed Laura explained as she patted her upper chest
with the palm of her right hand.
"Yes, I guess it did at that. Your students thought you were having a
serious asthma attack. Now that you are fully recovered, I would like
you to please accompany me to my office. There is something that I
must talk with you about."
Oh, God! This is it. Fired for sure. "I...I do have another class coming
up."
"Please."
"Yes, Mr. Playfair." As Laura got up out of her chair, she was
conscious of an odd cool sensation on her upper buttocks. She was
walking down the hall with the Principal when she realized that Missy
hadn't fixed her pantyhose. About half of her behind was now bare under
her short skirt and there wasn't a thing she could do about it!
As they passed through the outer office, Mr. Playfair said, "Mrs.
Sullivan, could you join us for a moment?"
"Certainly, Mr. Playfair." Inside the office, Laura was relieved to see
Mr. Playfair sit behind his desk. She stood a few feet in front of his desk
and tried to think of what he wanted from her this time. Another apology
perhaps? She prayed that whatever it was, it would be something that
was quick and easy. Mrs. Sullivan this time had chosen to stand close
behind her.
"First, I wanted to congratulate you on your fine class last period. I
have never heard such a difficult topic be so well received by a group of
students before. It was a quite excellent demonstration of your teaching
abilities. I understand that you really desire to be sent to our elementary
school, but if you continue to teach as well as you have been for the
remainder of the year, I will have no problem recommending that you
join us on a permanent basis next year at the new school."
"Thank you, Mr. Playfair. That's very kind of you to say. It has been a
very confusing time for me lately. I'm not so sure exactly where I would
like to be next year anymore."
"Well, then. Keep an open mind. You may be surprised at the
opportunities you may find here that you would not have by teaching
elsewhere."
"I'm beginning to realize that."
"Good. You should have seen her this morning, Mrs. Sullivan. She was
very good. Why, the class could not take their eyes off her for the entire
period."
"I can imagine," Mrs. Sullivan said dryly.
"Now, I have some great news for you, Laura. The materials for your
Human Relations-F course have finally arrived, and you are to begin
this afternoon."
"Oh, no! Not today! Please! I'm...I'm not at all ready. Besides, it's not
even Friday."
"Nonsense! You will do just fine. We've rearranged the school's
schedule a bit so that the course will be run at the end of every
Monday-Wednesday- Friday for the remainder of the term."
"Why?"
"It seems that the course prospective has been making the rounds of
the state capital, and the education people there are very interested in
how the course will work out. California was planning something similar
for next year, but we beat them to it."
"What about my other classes?
"Look here at the schedule. We have rearranged everything." Mr.
Playfair went over to a long white board where the school's schedule was
colorfully displayed. "Your students have all been notified, of course.
It's funny, but according to administration, your class will consist almost
totally of the cream of the female student body, including one new
student who just enrolled and specifically requested the course. Wonder
how she heard of it? Since she easily met the course requirements as
established by Susan Jennings, we let her in as well. Anyway, your
students are, for the most part, quite intelligent and are all very
beautiful. Or so I've been told, anyway. I'm envious. I'm also very glad
you are teaching this course and not one of your male colleagues. It's
much safer that way, for everyone."
Mr. Playfair turned to the board and began discussing all the changes
needed to accommodate the new schedule. Laura stiffened when she felt
the back of her skirt being tucked up. Mrs. Sullivan! She tried not to cry
out as hands started pulling the back of her pantyhose further down,
until it was bunched in the bottom crease of her behind.
"That's more like it," Mrs. Sullivan murmured with satisfaction. Oh,
God! Now her buttocks were exposed, while the front of her pantyhose
had now been lowered as well, to almost her pubic hair. Mrs. Sullivan!
Her skirt fell back into place and the confused Laura wondered what
had gotten into everyone today. Mr. Playfair turned to face her again
and said, "So, any questions?"
"Ah...ah. Oh, yes. The course materials? What are they? All I've seen
are item numbers."
"I'm afraid that is all what anyone has seem of them. It seems your
predecessor, Miss Jennings, had quite a mania for secrecy. The
materials all came in plain brown wrappings, and she left the strictest
instructions that only the course teacher could open them. Somewhat
unusual, to say the least. But, I'm sure the state school board approved
everything, otherwise why would they allow the course, eh?"
Laura jumped when she heard the secretary say from behind her, "Mr.
Playfair, could you point out the Friday schedule again?"
"Certainly, Mrs. Sullivan." As Mr. Playfair turned once again to the
schedule, Laura trembled as she felt her breasts being firmly cupped by
Mrs. Sullivan's hands, her nipples softly pinched. Then the material of
her top on both sides received a sharp tug, before the stealthy hands
disappeared as quickly as they had come. Her already loosened top was
now opened even more. She looked down and saw with horror that her
cleavage was almost exposed to her obviously erect nipples!
"Any other questions? Oh, my. I almost forgot. We've changed the
room. Miss Jennings' requirements stated that a quiet, out-of-the-way
room without windows was preferred, so we've cleaned up one of our
store rooms in the basement for you. I've been down to look it over and
it's really quite pleasant. All the boxes containing your materials have
already been taken down there. Anyway, Mrs. Sullivan here has all the
details, so, good luck to you!"
"Th-thank you, sir," mumbled a dazed Laura as Mrs. Sullivan's hand
casually traced the delightful contours of her trembling buttocks.
"By the way, Miss Papadakis. If you think we treat every new course
like this, you are very wrong. It is only because of the very high level of
interest that we are making such an effort on your behalf. That, and in
honor of a very good educator whose idea this was, Susan Jennings."
Laura hardly heard what Mr. Playfair was saying. She was only aware of
Mrs. Sullivan's hand on her behind. "My goodness. Look, Mrs.
Sullivan. The poor girl is so happy she's in shock."
"I know, sir. Don't worry. I'll see that she gets to her next class all
right." Laura sighed in relief as her skirt was dropped back into place.
Mrs. Sullivan put an arm around her waist and guided the befuddled
teacher out of the room.
*****
Laura's next period was a nightmare. Mrs. Sullivan unobtrusively
stayed with her until the class started, thereby preventing her from ever
fixing her clothes. The fact of her deliberately bared buttocks drove her
to distraction. It was all she could think about. She forgot about the
opened front to her top, she forgot about the shortness of her skirt or
her lack of panties. She even forgot what assignment she should be
going over during this time. The feel of the moving cloth of her skirt, the
coolness of the chair, everything happening to her naked flesh served to
remind her of her precarious condition. It was maddening!
When the back of her lowered pantyhose got caught for a moment on a
chair bolt, Laura almost fainted from the exquisite tension. Following
some very careful maneuvering, she managed to free herself, but
afterwards she clearly realized that it was pointless to continue like this.
She was ready to cum and the slightest thing could easily push her once
again over the edge. She desperately needed to find some sanctuary to
regain control of her runaway body, and soon! The class had basically
been running without her since it began, so Laura felt no compunction at
all about mumbling to the class something about having an appointment
and leaving the students to themselves. Clicking her way through the
blessedly empty hallways, she walked quickly to the teachers' lounge.
She passed through the empty main room and went directly into the
small ladies room. Laura almost cried when she saw her reflection in the
room's mirror.
"Oh, my!" she cried. She was a complete mess! She stripped off her
hated clothes and, while standing in front of the single sink in the nude,
felt strangely normal for the first time that day. She threw everything
but her shoes into the sink and filled it with cold water. Laura carefully
rinsed her soiled clothes as well as she could, then threw them into a
small dryer provided for emergencies. As her clothes dried, she went to
work on herself, but found that it was next to impossible at first. She
knew that it was not bathing she really wanted. Laura had managed to
stimulate herself for such a prolonged time that she could hardly clean
herself at first she was so sensitive. Her body ached to be touched in
other ways, but she dared not. With trembling hands, Laura managed to
wash off the worst of the sweat as well as her other shameful secretions.
Disgusted with herself, she could hardly watch her reflection as she
brushed out her matted hair.
When her clothes dried, she savagely tightened the cross-stringed front
to her top so that it would show as little as possible. She put on her few
remaining clothes, being careful to pull her pantyhose over her hips as
high as possible. More or less properly cleaned and dressed once again,
Laura felt at least human now, and not some mindless sexual animal.
She wondered where she could go to be alone. She had to get away from
the constant staring of students and staff alike. She was feeling so very
vulnerable to any kind of stimulation she almost scream in her
frustration!
It would soon be the start of the lunch period and the lounge was always
very crowded then. Her new classroom! That was it. She could finally
check out the mysterious course materials for her Human Relations-F
class this afternoon. Laura strode purposefully out of the lounge. She
was determined to ignore every distraction, every sensation, no matter
how blissful, for the remainder of the day. She had deliberately chosen
to give up her youthful teasing, and she was going to stick by that
decision, by God! She was an adult now, with adult responsibilities. She
couldn't spend the day running around like a bitch in heat, regardless of
the provocation.
She was sure this was all Missy's doing. The girl seemed to know just
what buttons to push to get her going. It was fantastic what Missy could
do to her! Even so, Laura was going to kick that little cunt's ass for her
just as soon as she got home tonight! Enough was enough!
*****
Laura proceeded down into the bowels of the old school, past large
storerooms and heating plants built in the days of coal and manual
stokers. Following the directions provided by Mrs. Sullivan, she
eventually found an unused corridor, at the end of which was a metal
door with "Human Relations- F" freshly painted on it. The door opened
easily on well-oiled hinges. "Whoa," she said as she entered the
well-lighted room. Someone had been busy here recently. Laura's first
impression was the smell of fresh paint. The room had obviously been
recently repainted, because the concrete walls were now a pristine dark
blue enamel. There was something very odd about how the small room
was designed. It was much longer then it was wide, and had a very high
ceiling. The floor sloped downward toward the far end, where it leveled
off. On the opposite wall was a narrow glass window set high into the
wall, indicating the presence of another room. There was a door on the
left side of the wall. She looked around again, and then it came to her.
"Ha! It's an old screening room," Laura said. She had heard about how
the school once offered, in the early days, a pioneering course in
cinematography. The seats and projection equipment had long since
been removed and the place had been converted into a storeroom. As
she made her way down the sloping floor, Laura could tell how the room
had been changed once again, this time for her trial class. All the
storage shelves had been removed, although the thin, worn carpet still
showed the holes where they had been attached to the floor. A large
old-fashioned blackboard was now installed at the low end of the room.
In front of that was a desk with chair, two tables, and 12 student chairs,
all of extreme age and dubious condition. Laura was glad to see that at
least the two locking storage cabinets she had appeared to be in working
order. Boxes, presumably containing her teaching materials, were
conveniently stacked in front of the cabinets. There was also a
surprising amount of audio-visual equipment, including a rather
expensive-looking miniature video camera and monitor set, laid out on
one of the tables next to her desk.
She dragged her chair over to the boxes and sat as she surveyed her
new domain once again. "Jennings, I hope to hell you knew what you
were doing," she prayed as she opened the closest box. It was labeled
'Literature.' It contained books, each one individually wrapped in brown
paper. There was only an item number on each of the wrapping to
identify the contents. As she began to unwrap them, Laura became more
and more puzzled. They weren't regular text books at all. There were
mainly works of fiction, with some poetry books as well. They appeared
to range from the historical to the very contemporary, but the well-read
Laura had never heard of any them. She started looking through them,
and immediately began blushing. "What is going on here?" she gasped
in surprise as she quickly sampled book after book. Shocked, she
discovered that the books all had two things in common: they were pure
pornography and they were all concerned with women. Women who
loved... women. "Whoa! Must be a mix-up at the shippers. This can't be
right!"
The next box she opened was labeled 'Cinema' and contained videos, all
wrapped and marked in the same manner as the books. Laura quickly
discovered that the movies, also pornographic, also all had the same
theme or sub-theme: women who loved women. "Oh, my! I can't show
these!" she exclaimed. The final box was marked 'Accessories.' Tearing
it open, Laura found it full of lotions, lubricants, and devices, many of
which she had no idea as to their purpose. "Good God!" an amazed
Laura said. "The shippers must be total idiots sending this kind of stuff
to a high school. I had better call the office before some student finds all
this."
Frightened, she quickly put everything back into its box. She had just
finished when she heard the hallway door open. Laura turned and saw
Missy, looking very satisfied, enter the room and walk towards her.
Laura's buttocks tingled in memory of what the teenager had so recently
done to her. "You!" Laura cried, and ran up towards the waiting girl.
She grabbed the impassive teenager by the shoulders and started
shaking her. "How dare you, you little bitch? How dare you do that to
me? How dare you?" In the midst of her anger, Laura noticed that
something around her ankles. She looked down and, shocked, saw that it
was her skirt! Oh, God! It was going to happen again! "NO!" she
screamed and turned to run. She tripped over her skirt and fell to the
floor. When she felt her skirt and shoes being removed, she started
crying.
Crawling desperately on her hands and knees, she tried to put as much
distance between her and this insane girl as she could. When she felt her
pantyhose pulled down her hips, she turned and fought frantically to
keep herself dressed, but the fragile nylon quickly ripped under the
struggle and Laura watched horrified as Missy gleefully pulled the
tattered remains off of her bare legs. Naked below the waist, the
sobbing Laura turned and tried to crawl away again. She felt Missy
climb on her back, then start slapping her quivering buttocks. Oh God!
She was riding her like a horse! She wanted to stop but the slaps just
made her crawl faster and faster. Finally, a totally exhausted Laura
collapsed on the floor. She could do nothing when the teenager turned
her over on her back and pulled her top off her. Nude, with Missy sitting
victoriously astride her hips, the crying Laura realized that she was now
totally at this girl's mercy! Missy leaned forward and licked Laura's left
nipple erect. "Stop that!"
"What do you want?"
"What?" the distraught teacher asked. Missy licked her right nipple
erect. "Don't do that, I said!"
"What do you want?"
"I...I want you to get off me. I want my clothes back!"
Missy began to alternate between the nipples, teasing them into
diamond hardness. "What do you really want?"
"Stop doing that, please! I...I don't know what you mean."
"It's simple enough. What do you really want?"
"You must stop that. I can't think!"
"Don't think! Just tell me, what do you really want?"
"What I want?" Laura watched Missy slide down her nude body until
the girl's face was directly above her vulnerable pussy. Oh, no! Not that!
"Leave me alone!!" She saw the teenager's head duck down between
her thighs and soon felt herself being delicately licked between her legs.
"Oh, God! No! Stop that! Stop that right this minute!"
"What do you really want?"
"Why do you keep asking me that?"
"What do you really want?"
"Oh, God! I can't think when you're doing that. Oh, God!"
"What do you really want?"
An image of Saint Joan, naked and helpless, flashed in the stunned
Laura's mind. "NO!" she shouted. "I'm not like that!"
"What do you really want?" Even with her hips bucking uncontrollably,
Laura found Missy to be tenacious in her magical ministrations on her
helpless, dripping cunt. The girl was driving her insane! "What do you
really want?"
"I...I don't know! I don't know what I want!"
"Oh, yes, you do. What do you really want?" Oh, God! Between
Missy's dual assault on her vulnerable mind and body, Laura felt totally
defenseless. She had nothing left to fight with, nothing left to resist the
seductive pull this astounding teenager had on her, an adult woman. The
climax was rising swiftly within her and she gloried in the sensation. She
loved the girl's mouth on her cunt! She loved it!
"I...I...I want...I want you. I adore the things you do...to me."
"Yes, I know. I've been doing this to you every night that you've stayed
with us, and you loved every minute of it, too. But, you haven't earned
me, yet. What else?"
"Oh, God! You've been doing what to me?"
"It's too late to worry about that now. Focus! What do you really want?"
Laura knew immediately.
"Saint Joan! I want to take her and...and make her naked! Do things to
her!!"
"You will live with me for the rest of the year."
"What?"
"You will stay with Mom and me for the rest of the year, and you will do
exactly what we say."
"What! No, I can't!"
"Yes, you can. You will." Laura's mind suddenly shattered.
"Oh, no!" she gasped. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
"What do you really want?"
"Oh, God! Oh, God, help me! I want...I want them all! Oh, God! All
those girls and their...and their firm young bodies! Secrets! I want their
sweet secrets!" she babbled, now beyond caring. "I want them all!"
"Good. You will do as I say because I can give them to you."
"You...you can?"
"Yes." Laura climaxed again!
"Saint Joan?"
"No, not Saint Joan. I have other plans for her. But you can come along
for the ride, if you like. No, I will tell you who and when. Until then, you
will do nothing. You will live with us. You will dress and act as we say.
You WILL do exactly what we say, and nothing more. Understand?"
Overwhelmed, Laura spread open her legs and moved to hold her own
breasts, but was surprised when Missy slapped her hands away.
"But I need....!" Laura wailed piteously.
"Do nothing until I tell you. Nothing! If you ever touch yourself again
for pleasure without my permission, I'll strip you naked in front of the
entire school. Understand? You belong to me now."
"Oh, God!"
"Tell me!" Missy commanded.
"Oh, God!" Laura climaxed again!
"Tell me!"
"Oh, God! I belong. I belong to...to you."
"Finally. You know, Jennings never made it this far."
"J-Jennings?"
"Susan Jennings, my junior high counselor. In the end, she couldn't
really decide what she wanted, so I left her locked naked in her office
closet. Ha! They found her trying to fuck herself silly with a shoehorn."
"You? You did that to her?"
"Sure. It was easy after I seduced her. I could do whatever I wanted
with her. We were lovers for over a year. She even set up this class for
me, but didn't have the balls to see it through. Don't you worry though,
my love. You will do just fine. I'm sure you'll enjoy the students I've
picked out for it as much as I will."
"This...this class? It's your idea?"
"Absolutely. One of my better ones. Don't you see what it's for?"
"All that porn! The books, the movies, and that...other stuff! It's all
to...it's to...."
"Find new talent. I need to add to my bra collection."
"You're a monster."
"Yea! Ain't it the truth!"
"I...I won't be a part of this...this outrage!"
"Oh, yes, you most certainly will. You see, I know about you now. I
know what you like, what you crave, what you need. I know what turns
you on, Miss Papadakis."
Laura climaxed for the fourth time. "AAAhhh! Oooh...God!
This...can't...be...happening!"
"Yes, it is happening. Exciting, isn't it? Don't worry. Your life will be
much more interesting from now on, I'll make sure of that. You will do
everything I want from now on. You will! Not because we have all your
clothes and stuff. Oh, no! You'll do it because you know you must. All
those carefully protected secrets, all those sweet secrets you've been
dreaming about, hungering for, lusting for, all will finally be yours. All of
them!"
"Oh, God! Yes! I mean, no! No, no, never! I'll never do it!"
"Want to bet?"
*****
Laura stood defiantly as her 14-year-old student dressed her for her
next class. Missy placed her short skirt very low on her hips. There was
now a gap between her skirt and her top. She was in the process of
loosening the draw- strings which closed the front of her top when Laura
muttered disgustedly, "Why don't you just cut them off and be done with
it?" The intended sarcasm back-fired terribly.
"What a great idea! Thanks!" The teenager happily cut the
draw-strings using scissors from Laura's desk, then pulled the remaining
bits from their eyelets. Oh, God! The only thing holding her top closed
was where it was attached at the bottom. If she moved at all her breasts
would be completely exposed.
"NO!" she shouted when Missy, five minutes before the class was to
start, calmly pulled open the sides of her top and completely exposed
her breasts. Laura's defiance quickly melted when Missy deliberately
teased her nipples to painful erectness with her lips, while her hands
slipped freely under her short skirt and quickly teased her abused cunt
once again to dripping readiness.
"This isn't fair!" Laura moaned as she closed her eyes, already feeling
consumed by the fires Missy which started burning in her.
"I want you in the proper mood," chuckled Missy. Laura felt close to
fainting when she noticed that Missy had left her. She opened her eyes
and saw that Missy was by the door, calling, "It's over here, girls!" She
looked down and thankfully saw that Missy had re-covered her exposed
chest, at least as much as her proud, thrusting breasts would allow,
anyway. Her erect nipples were very obvious under the thin material, as
was the odor coming from her very aroused sex. Oh, God! How could
she even face them, let alone teach like this? With her pantyhose gone
she couldn't even decently sit down without hiding behind something!
Oh, God! She almost forgot about her desk! She spun around and
quickly went behind her desk, her breasts moving gaily into the open,
but her chair was no longer there.
"Missy!" Laura fumed, as she turned to the wall and rearranged her
top. "Damn the girl!" Now she would be forced to stand the entire
period. Laura stood erect, then slowly and carefully pivoted to face her
incoming students. Her heart stopped for a moment in glorious shock.
The world turned upside down for her at that instant. Coming reluctantly
towards her, all wearing stunned expressions, were four of the most
beautiful girls Laura had ever seen. In a lightly trembling hand, Laura
picked up the class roster that was on her desk and tried to match her
new students with their descriptions. Some she knew already by sight, a
few she had even met during her weeks here. But she could not think of
anything at the moment. All she could do was surreptitiously watch over
the paper she held as this gleaming, well-coiffured group of young
women came towards her. In her mind she saw bits of clothing fall to the
floor by each girl, until there was a steady trail of clothes behind them.
By the time they reached her they were all quite nude and Laura nearly
came at the thought! She shook her head to try and clear her fevered
mind of this delicious vision. My God! What was happening to her?
These were her students! Bringing up the rear was Missy, with a
comforting arm around the waist of a very nervous Saint Joan. My,
God! She must be the new student! Missy smiled at her teacher, and
waved an inviting hand at the four girls walking in a protective group in
front of her.
My God! This is what Missy was talking about! All those precious,
carefully protected secrets coming right towards her, and they were
hers! They were all hers! They were hers to do with as she pleased,
provided she was smart enough and bold enough! Overpowered by a
flood of powerful fantasies, Laura closed her eyes and held her breath a
moment to fight the climax rising in her already overheated body.
Whoa! She almost came right then. She was just thinking about all the
magnificent possibilities, and she almost came! It scared her, how ready
she was for it. Laura knew her world was quickly tumbling out of control!
"O-OK. Everyone take a chair and we'll begin." Laura could hear them
whispering in awe about her appearance. Hating herself, she
automatically threw her shoulders back even farther, then walked from
behind her desk and leaned nonchalantly back against its front. The
girls almost gasped in unison at the sight of her handsome bare legs
coming from underneath the short skirt. "Come on, girls. Seats,
please!" After they all took a seat, Laura felt she was finally under
control enough to get them all sorted out, and use the opportunity for an
objective look at her new flock. First was Jill Pender, captain of the
girls' swim team and known about the school to be something of Fawn's
shadow. Laura had heard the girl was hoping for an athletic scholarship,
otherwise college would be out of the question for her next year. She
was tall and slim, with the boyish body of a serious athlete. She had a
fair, Scandinavian look with her fair skin, high cheekbones and very
light blonde hair. She was called "The Ice Queen," by other students
because of her appearance and stand-offish personality. Laura looked
briefly with a surprised feeling of longing at the girl's small, pointed
breasts, which were so clearly outlined under her thin top. She thought
about teasing them unmercifully, and wondered heatedly what that would
do to the girl's cool demeanor. Feeling the passion rise in her once
again, Laura quickly went to study the next girl, but not before she
noticed with great interest that the girl never once took her clear,
blue-gray eyes off Fawn. Interesting! To the left of Jill, unmistakable by
her golden glow, was Fawn Jackson, the school's leading cheerleader for
the past two years. Laura knew the senior was so tied up in her identity
with cheerleading that she wore her tight red-and-black outfit to school
every day during football season, regardless of the weather. Rumor had
it that she even slept in it. A classic American beauty, straight blonde
hair, blue eyes, button nose, voluptuous, with a constantly tanned body
as firm as wood. Underneath, the girl was said to be astonishingly
ambitious. Laura heard Fawn had ousted the former head cheerleader
after some very ruthless maneuvering which left her poor victim in tears
before the girl finally had to go to a different school to finish out the
year. Her openly-stated goal this year was of course to be the school's
Prom Queen.
On Fawn's left was another senior, Christina Lee Stuart, Student
Council President, primary candidate for this year's Prom Queen (not
counting Fawn) and supposedly Fawn's best friend. Not surprisingly, she
also had the distinction of being the cheerleader's deadliest rival. A
slender, aristocratic girl with green eyes, a mass of long curly brown hair
and very expensive clothes, she had a reputation of being quite a
socialite bitch, only friendly with those she considered her equals (not
many of those Laura guessed), or when it suited her purposes to be.
Last student in the first row was Ellen Garnett, the editor of the school
paper. A slender brunette with her hair always in severe bun, she had on
black glasses, inexpensive but sensible clothes, and flat shoes. Laura
knew the haughty junior to be a keen intellectual. Missy and St. Joan
sat huddled together in the back, behind all of the others. Laura
wondered how long the delectable St. Joan would last in this rather
rough school with her trademark pink outfits.
"Welcome to Human Relations-F! For those of you who don't know me,
I am Laura Papadakis, and I'll be your... host for this course. I can
promise you quite an experience coming up. The class will be like no
other you have ever experienced. You will be allowed, even encouraged,
to say or do whatever you like, as long as it does not deliberately cause
someone else pain. There is only one rule: everything you see or hear
stays in this room! If you can't take that, then leave now. But,
understand that you'll be leaving a very select group." "We can say
anything?" asked Ellen, the school paper's editor. "Anything."
"All right. So why are your tits hanging out?" she smirked.
"Interesting that you should notice," Laura said knowingly and watched
with satisfaction as the brunette deeply blushed. Got you, you little
bitch! "I am doing this to...to illustrate a point."
"You mean at least two points, don't you?" Christina, the president of
the student council said, and the front row snickered.
"This whole class is about the contemporary woman's role in today's
society, and the new freedoms which may be found there. So, in this
class anything goes!"
Fawn raised her slim right hand. "Miss Pupuduckis?" she said, smiling.
Laura had the sudden impression that the teenager was deliberately
miss-pronouncing her name.
"That's Papadakis, although a simple Miss P will do. Yes?"
"Miss P, you said something earlier about this being a special group.
What did you mean by that?"
"You have all been specifically chosen because you represent the elite
of the female student body of New Berlin." Laura saw with glee how the
girls in the front all preened themselves after hearing that. "This is what
is called a pilot class. The results of this class will be sent to the state
capital for review. Other states have also expressed an interest in how
we manage things. So, if it is deemed successful, you will have been the
first in the nation to have this class." Laura saw that she really had their
interest now. "It is very experimental in nature, partly because it is
structured differently than other classes you have had. In the beginning,
we shall meet as a group. Later, we shall meet individually or in small
groups for special sessions. While we may not have homework or tests,
your grades are, of course, entirely dependent on your level of
participation, and because of the time this course will require of you, it
shall represent a major part of your final grade for this year."
"Well!" exclaimed Fawn. "If you're looking for elites, I know why I'm
here, but I just don't understand about some of these others," she said
smugly, then looked pointedly behind her at Missy, and St. Joan.
"You have all been selected from a very exacting criteria established by
the class's developer, a Miss Jennings. So, for the benefit of everyone, I
would like each of you to identify yourself and tell us why you believe
you were selected for this class. Let's start in the back, shall we? Miss
Manchester? Please identify yourself and tell us why you are here."
Laura wasn't sure why she started with Missy, deliberately putting the
girl on the spot like that. Perhaps it was the way her buttocks still
tingled from her latest spanking. To the amazement of the other
students, Missy actually stood and said quietly, "I am Missy
Manchester, and I am here because I helped Miss Jennings to develop
this class."
"She can talk!" exclaimed Christina sarcastically.
"Oh, sure!" Fawn exclaimed. "That was the only way you could get in
with the rest of us, to brown-nose Jennings."
"Actually, Miss Manchester is here because her test scores indicate
she has one of the highest I.Q.'s in the room, if not the school."
"I don't believe it!" said Ellen. "This is the first time anyone has heard
her say anything all year. What's going on here?"
"Obviously, you weren't listening to her. I've found her to be a
surprisingly eloquent young woman. Besides, a person's silence is not
always what you might think. Thomas Jefferson, I believe, had the
reputation of being the most silent man in the Continental Congress."
"Shit," muttered Ellen. "Something is going on here."
"What did you say?"
"Nothing!" Ellen loudly sang.
"I thought not. Next!" The blushing Saint Joan stood hesitantly, clearly
embarrassed at being the center of attention. Laura had to clench her
thighs together, to try and stifle the tremendous throbbing which
suddenly had begun again in her crotch. She could not understand the
effect this girl had on her. Saint Joan was so pure, so innocent, and all
Laura could think of was what she would look like bent over, all naked
and helpless!
"M-My name is Joan. Joan d'Arcy. I'm here on the advice of...of a
friend." She quickly sat down again.
"What's she here for?" demanded Fawn.
"She is the product of home tutoring, yet her SAT scores are the highest
of anyone here. Miss d'Arcy, you must have had some very good
teachers visiting you in your home."
"Just Ma-ma," apologized Saint Joan. "She's pretty smart."
"Next!"
*****
Her first HR-F class was finally over and the students had all gone. It
had taken the entire period but everyone had introduced themselves and
Laura had been able to go over the basic premise of the class, at least
its official premise, anyway. After it was all over, she began to put away
all the course materials. Laura was bent over, stacking books on the
lower shelves of one of her cabinets when she felt her skirt being lifted
behind her.
Without pausing in her work, she said sternly, "Missy! Haven't you
done, had enough for one day?" The back of her skirt was tucked into
her waistband, leaving her behind exposed. Hands began to knead her
sensitive buttocks. My God! The girl was insatiable! Didn't she ever
quit? Well! She just had to get these things safely put away before she
could leave tonight, so she determinedly continued her task. If only it
didn't feel so good! By the time the hands had slipped to her crotch,
Laura had long since stopped working. She hated herself for feeling this
way, but Missy had deliberately left her feeling terribly excited earlier
and she desperately needed relief. Thoroughly ashamed at her lack of
will power, she spread her feet apart to give Missy better access to her
ready cunt.
Laura was just wondering when during the class did Missy have time to
put on false nails when she heard, "My, we are a wet little thing, aren't
we?"
"Oh God!" Laura gasped. It was not Missy at all! She tried to quickly
stand up but banged her head sharply on the bottom of a shelf. "Ooow!"
she cried as she held her hurting head with both hands. She backed out
of the cabinet and tried to stand. Waves of dizziness swept over her and
she felt about to fall when she felt herself being helped to one of the
student chairs. "Oh, my head," she moaned.
When she sat heavily on the smooth seat, she jumped from the touch of
the cold processed wood on her bare bottom. She automatically tried to
fix her skirt, but her hands could not find it. Surprised, she looked down,
only to find she was no longer wearing it. Laura dully looked around and
saw it laying crumpled on the floor in front of the storage cabinet. She
felt something on her feet and looked down in time to see Ellen
removing her shoes.
"Oh My God!" she gasped. It was Ellen Garnett! The girl threw her
shoes across to the other side of the room, then stood up and came
beside her. "What... what do you think you're doing?" the dazed teacher
mumbled as her top was being pulled over her head.
"Stripping you, silly woman."
"Why? Why are you doing this to me?"
"I had to see for myself. The entire school's talking about you."
"Why me?"
"You're kidding, right? You practically seduced your entire home room
this morning. Two weeks ago you flashed those nerds Josh and Peter
during the pep rally. You sometimes flaunt your over-stuffed body in
front of the entire school. Now here you are, with your tits hanging out
and nothing under your skirt, in front of a class filled with innocent
young girls, like me. Talk about you? Ha!"
"But...but I can explain...!" Laura wailed desperately as Ellen pulled her
from the chair onto the floor.
"Who cares?"
*****
Laura, nude, totally spent and covered in sweat, her legs splayed
wantonly, her vaginal fluids pooling on the thin carpet between her
wide-spread thighs, looked at her ravisher from her prone position on
the floor. The teenager stood proud and unruffled, with not a hair out of
place. Only a gleam in her eyes betrayed any emotion she might have
felt over what just happened. The girl had used and abused her, and then
had cast her aside like a plucked flower that was briefly enjoyed, then
thrown away. She had the arrogance of youth, and Laura hated her for
it.
"Oh, man! Were you easy!" the girl smirked. "I can't wait to tell the
girls." She turned as if to leave, then wandered over to the still open
storage cabinet. "What were you doing here?" she murmured, then bent
over at the same place Laura had been. "Ooooh, my favorite!" she
exclaimed with glee, and started going through the books Laura had
been so carefully stacking.
Laura had had enough! Missy was different. The girl had a strange
power over her that she could not begin to explain, almost as one lover
would have over an other. To be abused by Missy all day was bad
enough, but to be taken so casually by this young bitch was just too
much! She was begging to be taken down a peg or two and Laura
Papadakis was just the woman to do it!
Filled with resolve, Laura quietly got up off of the floor and padded
silently behind the arrogant editor. The girl was still bent over at the
waist, ankles crossed, thoroughly engrossed in a large coffee-table book
on the bottom shelf which Laura recognized as "The Art of Sappho".
Laura took the hem of the full-length denim shift and swiftly pulled it up
past the surprised teenager's hips, then down to cover her head and
arms. She was immediately rewarded by the sight of a tiny pair of red
bikini panties. They were the most beautiful things she had even seen.
Using her left arm to keep the furiously struggling teenager down and
trapped by her shift, Laura traced with her right hand the tiny panties
and the shaking hips underneath. When she discovered the soaked
crotch band, Laura knew she had her!
She slowly pulled the panties down the shaking hips, heedless of the
muffled protests coming from under the bunched shift. The editor was
her first conquest, and Laura wanted to enjoy the moment. She slipped
her hand between the tightly clenched thighs and was surprise to find
that the girl was completely shaven. It felt so sexy on the outside, Laura
decided it must be absolutely divine on the inside!
Sliding deliberately over the vulva, Laura soon found her hand coated
with warm vaginal juices. She pulled it from between the trembling
thighs and held her wet hand under her nose. How sweet! How
heavenly! She tentatively licked her hand and was amazed at the taste.
No wonder Missy was down there so much! She eagerly sucked her
hand dry. Laura decided she wanted more of this, but first she had to
calm this arrogant bitch down. She returned her hand between the girl's
thighs, and inserted one finger into the hot, clasping cunt. Wow! That
felt great. And look at the reaction she was getting! Wonder what two
fingers would do? Laura eagerly explored the helpless editor's cunt.
This was all so fascinating. And the more she touched her, the less the
editor struggled. She worked two fingers in and out of the tight passage
for some time, not certain of what she was doing, when she was finally
rewarded. The editor stiffened, and her vagina clasped Laura's fingers
in a mad grip. Not really sure of what happened, she continued to stroke
the pulsing cuntal passage as her thumb worked the swollen labia. The
teenager shuddered again, much more quickly this time.
"Oh, I get it!" Laura said and enthusiastically began to thrust three
fingers into the wildly spasming cunt. In a surprisingly short time, Laura
heard a loud groan come from underneath the shift, the teenager tensed
once again, but this time the surprised Laura saw her legs collapse and
watched in amazement as the girl fell to the floor! She quickly uncovered
Ellen's head and saw from her face that she had fainted dead away.
"Oops! Sorry about that!" Laura said cheerfully to the unconscious
teenager as she enjoyed the girl's flushed face and the many loose hairs
which had escaped her bun. "Not so much in control now, are we?" she
chortled. Laura laid the girl out on her stomach and unzipped the back of
her shift. After rolling her over, Laura pulled the shift over the helpless
teenager's head and laid it on a near-by chair. She then pulled the girl's
red top off and placed it over the shift.
"Naughty!" she murmured where she saw the girl was not wearing a
bra. Next she removed the running shoes and socks. The only item of
Ellen's clothing that remained were the red panties still clinging
uselessly to her thighs. She swiftly pulled them down and was going to
put them with the rest of the clothes, but stopped. The girl's scent was
still heavy on them, plus a brief trace of a perfume. Laura inhaled
deeply, intoxicated by the subtle combination of smells!
"Wow," she whispered. She took the garment, put it inside her desk for
safekeeping, and returned to the still unconscious editor. "Wow," she
whispered again as she knelt beside the nude teenager. She drank in
every aspect of the long white body in front of her, every delectable
curve, every delicious hill and valley. She laughed with joy as she ran
her hands reverently over the smooth, soft flesh. She amazed over the
size of the girl's nipples, standing so tall and stiff on the small, firm
breasts puddling on her chest. Her fingers couldn't get enough of
them!
Finally she moved on when the girl began to stir. Her hands traced
Ellen's clearly defined rib cage, then moved to the subtle indentation of
her tummy. By the time her hands had traced the reptilian curve of her
hips and had reached the shaven pussy, Laura was silently crying. She
had at last found herself! No wonder she had always been alone, always
miserable. She had been teasing the wrong people! Laura knew this
moment would always be special, not only because she finally knew who
she really was, but also because this girl beside her was her first, and
there can only be one first.
She moved down to the girl's feet and parted them as far as possible.
Laura knelt between the wide-spread legs and stared at her goal, the
fabled one percent of body area that dreams were made of. She leaned
forward until she was directly over the teenager's vulva. She watched
the seeping fluids run between her thighs as Laura inhaled the heady
aroma. She blew a stream of cool air on the surrounding skin and smiled
when she was rewarded by a forest of goose pimples springing up all
around the secret flesh.
Ellen was stirring more and more, and Laura realized she did not have
much time left. She raised her head for one last loving look at that
beautiful body, then settled back down over the teenager's vulva.
Almost overcome by the heady scent of the girl, Laura knew what she
had to do, what she wanted to do. Yet she waited as she stared
fascinated at her target.
"OK, you can do this," she muttered, but still she hesitated. The girl
groaned softly and that was all the impetus Laura needed to finally act.
She closed her eyes and gently began to run her tongue over the
teenager's secret flesh. Starting with short strokes, Laura soon was
traveling joyfully across the entire length of the slit. She put her hands
under Ellen's hips and pulled her closer towards her. Feeling braver as
she went, she started to insert her tongue between the swollen labia into
the hot wetness beyond.
Laura couldn't believe it! This was simply wonderful! Ellen's hips started
to jump and shake, but Laura hardly noticed. The girl's thighs were
pounding against her head, hands were in her hair trying to pull her face
away, but Laura continued on, lost to everything but her newfound love.
She thought she could faintly hear someone shouting or screaming
protests about something, but she was having far too much fun to worry
about anything like that now. Eventually the noises went away at the
same time Ellen's smooth thighs clamped firmly around Laura's head,
while the hands in her hair now pressed her face forward instead of
away. The hips still moved, but did so rhythmically in a slight
up-and-down motion.
Laura was intoxicated! The fresh taste of the girl's very essence, even
her special smells were heavenly. She never realized it could be like this
with another woman, especially one of her own students. Oh God! She
was abusing one of her own students! The teenager's body arched over
the carpet, and Laura felt her tongue caught in the tight grasp of the
girl's climaxing vagina! That scared her and she hastily backed away
from the wildly thrashing Ellen. She sat on her haunches and watched
amazed as the teenager twitched and jumped her way through what
Laura could only guiltily imagine was a very monstrous orgasm indeed.
The gasping girl finally collapsed on the carpet. She remained quiet until
Laura, unable to restrain herself, mischievously started to blow air again
on the still pulsating cunt.
The teenager jerked and pleaded, "Please. No more." She weakly tried
to cover her vulnerable crotch with her hands. "I can't take any more."
Laura easily brushed the hands away. She raised her head and looked
upon the cringing girl with a certain guilty satisfaction. The naked body
was covered in sweat, the face deeply flushed, and the carefully placed
hair was in total disarray. Laura decided she had really made an
impression on a beautiful, arrogant woman. Unfortunately, she had to
take unfair advantage of one of her own students in order to do this.
She thought of how she had so eagerly lusted after her students just that
afternoon, perfectly willing then to do anything that was required to have
them. Now, however, she was faced with the results of her handiwork
and was ashamed. Missy had done it to her again! By leaving her so...so
excited she had willingly fallen into the trap the young minx had set for
her. She could not ever let this happen again! She simply couldn't afford
to let a mere child control her so easily. If anyone were to walk in now
she would be finished as a teacher. Disgrace, dishonor, and a life of
public humiliation and shame awaited her if she continued to lose control
like this.
She looked down helplessly on the nude teenager cringing on the thin,
dirty carpet. My God, she was so beautiful like that, naked and sweaty!
No longer a creature of the mind but of the body. She knew she could
easily make love to this girl for the entire night if given half a chance.
"Madness!" she whispered. "Madness!" After a moment, Laura
lowered her head and started to gently lap up the editor's leaking
vaginal fluids from her sensitive shaven skin. "No!" cried Ellen hastily.
Laura inserted her tongue in one quick thrust deep into the clasping
cuntal passage. "OH! No! Please don't!"
"In a moment," Laura muttered. Her tongue started working furiously
on the cringing girl's crotch. She repeatedly licked the area which was
already delightfully well-slicked with the helpless girl's own secretions.
"Ahhhh!" the arrogant editor screamed and she buckled helplessly into
a fetal position, while Laura stayed contentedly between her legs and
lapped the teenager's free-flowing juices.
"Yes, you may indeed get up now," Laura said.
"Won't stop! Won't stop!" the now crying girl yelled as her body
repeatedly convulsed. Finally satisfied, Laura backed away from the
sobbing girl and waited. The editor quickly held her crotch tightly with
both of her hands and just laid there quaking on the floor, obviously in
the grip of a devastating string of climaxes. Finally the teary-eyed girl
recovered sufficiently and shakily stood on her feet. While keeping her
reddened eyes warily on Laura, the girl moved over to her clothes and
started to look through them. "My... my panties," Ellen sniffed. "Where
are they?"
"I'm...I'm sor'..." Laura said. My God! She almost said she was sorry to
this very haughty bitch who had taken her so casually! Still, Laura was
mortified! How could she tell this young woman that she had taken her
underwear because she was intoxicated with her feminine scent?
"I... I have them," Laura shyly confessed. "Don't worry. They're in a
safe place."
"A safe place?" Ellen asked, obviously perplexed. "But I need them!"
"No. I need them," Laura said truthfully.
"It's blackmail, isn't it?" protested Ellen. "In case I'll tell anyone what
happened." Laura shrugged her shoulders.
"You said it. I didn't."
"I would never!" protested Ellen earnestly. "I'd be too...too ashamed,"
she whispered. "I...I lost control." Laura, feeling thoroughly disgusted
with herself at having taken advantage of the girl yet again, stayed
seated on the floor and watched as the shaken teenager quickly slipped
on her remaining clothes while she warily kept Laura in sight and at as
far a distance away from her as possible.
Dressed, the girl was almost to the door when Laura called out to her.
"Oh. And... Ellen?" Laura was gratified to see the teenager stop frozen
in her tracks, her face now a chalky white.
"Y-yes?"
"You will be here for class."
"I...I don't understand."
"You were specifically selected for this course, and you will finish it,
or..."
"O-or?" Laura tried to think of the worse possible thing she could do to
this teenager.
"Or else we shall have to do this again!" Ellen's hands immediately
covered her crotch.
"Oh, no!" she cried. She turned and ran from the room.
"Ah!" sighed the nude Laura as she sat exhausted on the floor.
"Success." She looked to where the naked girl had been. She stretched
out her right arm and eagerly felt the teenager's wetness that was still
on the carpet. Without a thought, she placed her fingers in her mouth
and started to gleefully suck on them. "Oh, yuck!" Laura cried as she
began to spit out the loose carpet fibers that had been all over her
fingers. Once she had finally cleaned her mouth out, Laura looked at her
right hand in horror. "Sweet Jesus. What in God's name am I doing?" In
a complete state of shock, her mind let go. Laura mercifully sensed
darkness quickly close in around her as she slumped unconscious to the
floor.
*****