Attitude Adjustment Book III (Ff+/F)
*****

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 any where, 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 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 one 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 possible be enjoying 
wearing this in front of her students, could she?

Her brief case emptied, Laura thought briefly of leaving 
her 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 what felt 
like 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 herself.  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 an 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 crotchband 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 pulsations 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 head 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.  It 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 pick 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 meet 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 cheek 
bones 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 differed 
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 thing 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.