From: LCDRJMC@aol.com
Subject: Attitude Adjustment Ch 7

Attitude Adjustment Book VII (Ff+/F, reluc) by lcdrjmc@aol.com

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Attitude Adjustment Book VII

*****

It was the worst nightmare of her life!  Laura jerked
awake, sobbing.  She was terrified!  She had never been
this afraid before, and she wasn't even sure why.  She
wanted to hide under the bed, or join Missy or even Doris
in theirs.  She didn't care.  All she knew was that she
was in desperate need of security and reassurance.
Except she wasn't in bed.  She was on a thickly carpeted
floor, and she realized with horror that she was not
alone.

The air was thick with the smell of sweat and perfume.
Warm naked flesh was pressed against her own.  The sounds
of heavy sleeping filled the air.

"No," Laura whispered abased.  "Oh, no."

She sat up slowly, being careful not to wake her unknown
companions.  By the light of the dying fire in the
fireplace, Laura saw that she was back at the sorority,
in the center of the large living room.  All the
furniture, covered by hastily discarded clothes, had been
moved up against the walls, leaving the middle of the
room in front of the fireplace empty.

Except it wasn't empty.  It wasn't empty at all!

Surrounding Laura were at least half the patrons of the
bar, all nude, sleeping all over each other.  Laura's
heart pounded as she realized what had happened.  The dim
glow of the dying embers reflected off the exquisite
curves of hips and buttocks, of backs and breasts, and
she felt a grotesque pang of longing even now.  They were
all so beautiful, and she...she wanted them.

Laura stood on shaking legs and carefully made her way
through the sleeping crowd.  When she was safely outside
the surrounding band of naked flesh, Laura looked back.

The only empty spot was directly in the center, right
where she had been.  It was then that she realized with
disgust what had happened.  It had been about her, all of
it.  She had somehow caused all this!  It had all been
her fault!  Had she no shame, no control whatsoever?

"Oh God," Laura sobbed quietly as she began looking
through the scattered clothing for something to wear.
"Oh God."

In the confusion of clothing, hers were impossible to
locate.  In the faint light she could find nothing that
looked even vaguely familiar.  Nothing of her borrowed
pink outfit from the sorority girls, or even what Missy
had originally given her.

Missy!  She had completely forgotten about Missy and
Doris!  Her efforts became more frantic, scattering
things all about, as she searched for the clothes they
had given her.  After ten minutes, nothing!  Maybe they
were still at the park?

"Damn!" Laura sobbed.  Now she would have to find yet
another outfit, then face the daunting task of having to
explain to her new loving family how she had so stupidly
lost her clothes, the clothes they had specifically
selected for her to wear yesterday.

They were always so good to her, taking care of her, and
then she did these terrible things to them.  She didn't
deserve such good people as her family.  She didn't
deserve them at all!

Still crying softly, Laura resumed her search for
something, anything, to wear.  Among all the exotic party
clothes, she finally found a pair of black sweat pants,
and quickly stepped into them.  Far too small, they fit
her like a second skin.  They didn't even cover her
calves completely, but at least she could wear them until
she got home.  As she pulled up the elastic waistband, a
thick seam along the crotch dug into the soft flesh of
her unprotected sex, and she doubled over in shock at the
intense sensation!

"UH!" she grunted.  "What a stupid place for a seam!"

She quickly jammed her hands into the front of the pants,
placed them between her thighs, and held her throbbing
crotch desperately with both hands.  She noticed with
astonishment how the lips of her sex were ridiculously
swollen and incredibly tender.  Her breasts swung freely
as Laura, still bent over at the waist, waited for the
mind-boggling sensation from her loins to subside.

"Oooh!" she moaned at the sudden burst of fire from her
chest.  Her breasts, her precious breasts were incredibly
sore.  With every move they made it was like they were on
fire!  Her entire body was in fact aching badly.  She was
suddenly nauseous, and had to fight to keep from throwing
up.

She quickly pulled the offending pants down low on her
hips.  She was sure the very tops of her buttocks were
now exposed, but she couldn't afford to risk another
accident.  She had to protect her poor abused pussy!

She looked back at the jumbled mass of female flesh in
horror.  What did they do to her to make her feel this
way?  What happened?  What in God's name happened last
night?  One moment she was on a stage for some kind of
silly contest, and the next thing she knew she was here
in the middle of an...an orgy.  An orgy!  An orgy that she
was responsible for causing!  How could she have done
such a thing?  How could she have caused these fine girls
to participate in such an bizarre act?  Had she no shame?

She had to get a grip on her strangely run-a-way life,
that was all there was to it.  First, she had to stop
this ridiculous crying and get out of here before any of
those girls woke up and...and she made them do things.

She picked up a shirt and wiped her wet face on it.  Feeling
better, she tossed it aside and focused on calming her
body down.

Once she got her breath back, and her vulva stopped
throbbing, Laura slowly stood up and breathed a sigh of
relief.  Now all she had to do was to find a top and some
shoes and she was out of here.  But finding the right top
might be more difficult then she thought.

"Damn.  These girls are all size-1 here," she muttered
disgustedly.

She finally squeezed into a dark red blouse she just
picked at random.  The white pearl buttons strained
dangerously over her size 36 chest, but they held.

She found a pair of black rubber sandals that more or
less fit, and she was ready to go.

Laura eased out the front door, and, after one last
disbelieving look at the incredible scene she had so
recently been a part of, shut the door quietly behind
her.

The peaceful silence of the pre-dawn morning closed
in about her.  The cold fall air felt absolutely
wonderful.  It was then that she realized just how very
dirty and sticky she really was.

"Ugh!" she grunted in disgust.  She could hardly stand
it.  Even her beautiful shoulder-length hair was such a
disaster she refused to think about it.  How could she
get a ride from some kind person looking and feeling like
this?  She certainly could not go home, not like this.
What would they think of her?  She had to get cleaned up
first.  Laura turned on the wide front porch and almost
went back inside again.

"A quick shower, that's all I want," she said hopefully,
then thought better of it.  "No, better not.  Not there,
anyway."

She walked towards the curb, looking up and down the
silent street.  It was an old residential area near the
college and everything was very quiet.  In the dim
streetlights, she noticed an odd-looking shape parked in
front of the sorority.  She went closer and saw that it
was a car which was totally covered with leaves and dirt.

It was hers!  Chrissy and Sally must have called in the
accident after all, and had the car brought here, bless
them.

"Yes!" Laura yelled in her excitement, then clapped her
hands over her mouth as her yell echoed in the stillness
of early morning.  She had to keep quiet, otherwise she
might never get out of here.  Her breath caught in her
throat at the thought of any continuation of the
sorority's devastating hospitality.

She went anxiously to the car and brushed the leaves from
the windshield.  Not sure of what she would find on the
inside, she carefully opened the door on the diver's
side, and looked over the dark interior.  The dome light
wasn't working, but it seemed safe enough.

Laura brushed the leaves from the front seat and very
carefully got in, quietly closing the door after her.
Her heart leapt with joy when she found her purse was
still where she had left it, on the passenger seat beside
her.  Even her keys were still in the ignition.  Perhaps
her luck had finally changed.

The battery was very weak, yet the engine eventually
started and Laura was swiftly on her way, leaving an
ominous thick cloud of dark smoke behind her.

"Uh-oh," she groaned, as she looked in the rear-view
mirror.  It never did that before.  The steering wheel
also had an interesting shimmy that she had never noticed
before.  No matter.  She certainly wasn't planning any
extended drives today.

As she looked at the following cloud, which seemed to
become thicker even as she watched it, Laura caught a
glimpse of herself in the mirror.

"EEEEK!" she cried in horror as she quickly avoided her
reflection.  It was much worse then she had thought.  She
was an absolute train wreck!

There was only one place she could go for a quick wash-
up, before she could even consider going home and facing
the music, and that was at New Berlin High School.  The
janitors cleaned the student restrooms and showers prior
to the students arrival in the morning, but she would be
in and out of there long before the janitors even
arrived.  The showers and such were supposed to be kept
locked during the night, but fortunately they usually
were left opened.  It was perfect!  No one would ever know
she had even been there!

As much as she desperately wanted to return to the
security of her new home, she had to get cleaned up
first.  She would have enough explaining to do as it was,
without showing up looking so incredibly used, and not
just on the outside, either.

She had never felt so dirty.  She had just wanted to go
to the mall yesterday, and things somehow got out of
control.  Instead of accomplishing a simple errand, she
managed to trash both her car and herself, and all
because of sex.

"No more!" Laura said firmly.  "No more."

She was taking charge from this point on.  This recent
obsession of hers with sex had to end, before she was
consumed completely by it.  If she did not regain
control, her life would soon be a total ruin, and all
the wonderful help she had gotten from Missy and Doris
would have been for nothing.  Nothing!

"No!  It stops here!" she said.

Their kind sacrifices on her behalf would not be in vain!
They gave her a place to stay when she had nowhere to go.
They even gave her clothes when she had none to wear
because of her own stupidity and carelessness.  They were
so kind and perfect.  She loved them!

She would not do anything to disgrace them again.

*****

By the time Laura pulled into the New Berlin staff's
parking area in a large cloud of dense exhaust smoke, her
car's instrument panel was illuminated by an astonishing
number of red lights.

"Now what?" she muttered as she pulled into her spot.
The car immediately died after she parked, and refused to
start again.  Now she would have to find another way
home.

"That's just great!" she said disgustedly.

She looked towards the large school and noticed that the
hall lights were starting to come on.  The janitors!
They were already there!  She would have to hurry in
order to beat them to the girls' showers.

Laura grabbed her purse, slammed the door closed and
started running towards the rear entrance of the building
as fast as her sore, braless breasts would allow.  She
tucked her purse up under her left armpit, then folded
her arms underneath her dancing breasts to calm them, but
it didn't really help her very much.  She soon had to
slow down to a level walk to keep their painful movements
to a bearable minimum.

"Damn!" she cried, her eyes tearing. "It hurts!"

Laura wondered at the fire coming from her breasts, the
soreness of her once healthy body.  What did those people
do to her, that she should feel this way?

Inside the building, there were lights on all over the
place, but, with a feeling of extreme relief, she did not
actually see anyone in the deserted halls.  The school's
gyms were located in the basement, and she quickly made
her way there.

Inside the entrance to the gym, was the locker/changing
room which was divided up by rows of lockers and benches.
Off to the left was the way to the toilet stalls and
showers, to the right was the route to the gym.  As Laura
went left, she noticed how messy the place was.  She
would really have to hurry now.  They hadn't been here to
clean yet.

Laura found an empty locker and carelessly tossed her few
clothes into it before closing the door.  She grabbed a
used towel that was laying on the wooden bench that ran
in front of the lockers, and headed for the shower room.
She knew things hadn't changed much when she was a
student here because  she found plenty of soap and hair
shampoo that had been left in the shower room.  Going to
the closest shower, Laura was soon luxuriating under a
full blast of the hottest water she could stand.

It took her 30 minutes of hard scrubbing, and a quick
visit to a toilet, but when she was finished Laura felt
remarkably well.

After letting the water drown her for at least five
minutes, Laura stepped out of the shower and carefully
checked every inch of her abused body she could see.  She
was pleasantly surprised to find not a mark or blemish on
it.  Her labia was still incredibly red and swollen, and
her breasts were very tender, but her body had survived
her ordeal practically unscathed.

She returned to the shower armed with the knowledge that
she had been very lucky.  She might not be so lucky next
time, so there had better not be a next time.  She would do
the choosing from now on, and she certainly wouldn't do any
of it at school, not any more.  It was insane to even think of
doing anything here.  In spite of the heavenly temptations,
she had far too much to lose.

Now Laura felt able to survive the day.  All she had to
do was finish washing, get herself home and slip into
something a little more appropriate for teaching the
golden youth of America.

Except she was suddenly ravenous.  Laura couldn't
remember when she had eaten last.  She was very hungry.
Maybe if she made it home soon enough, there would be
time for one of Doris' grand breakfasts.  Today she could
certainly use it.

As Laura was soaping herself for the fifth and final
time, through the roaring water she heard one of the
metal locker doors slam shut.

"Oh no," she groaned, her eyes wide open in shock.  "The
janitors!"

There were here already, and she was all covered in soap!

Without bothering to turn off the water, Laura ran
frantically for the exit.  As she dashed past the towel
rack, she reached blindly out and snatched her towel from
the rack and, still running, went dripping into the
locker room.

She tried to look for the locker where she had placed her
clothes, but in her panic soap had gotten in her eyes and
she really couldn't see much of anything.  Even when she
could make out a blurred number on a locker, she couldn't
remember the number of the locker she had used, and the
lockers were all identical!   With tears of frustration
streaming down her face, Laura ran madly about that
corner of the large room, still holding her towel as she
looked frantically for a place to hide.

"The towel!" she cried in relief as she remembered she
had it with her.  How stupid of her to forget about the
towel, even when she had been carrying the silly thing
around all this time!  She was shaking it out to wrap
herself in it when she realized she had grabbed a large
wash cloth by mistake.

"Oh, hell!"

Blinded by the soap, Laura stumbled around until she
noticed a half-open locker.  She looked at the blurry
image of the narrow, empty space in dismay.  At least it
was one of the tall ones that did not have any interior
shelves.  But still!  A locker?  There must be a better
way.

There wasn't.

With the noise of the cleaners coming closer and closer,
she looked dubiously at it for precious seconds as she
considered what to do.  She was sick and tired of being
caught nude in public all the time.  It was certainly time for
a change.  She had to start taking charge of her life once
again.  But that locker!  Would she even fit?

"Damn," she whispered.  In her nervousness she dropped
her wash cloth as she frantically looked around for any
alternatives.  But there weren't any.  There was no where
else to hide!

Holding her breath, she turned sideways and, facing away
from the locker, squeezed her slippery well-soaped body
into the narrow space, being careful to protect her
tender nipples with the palms of her hands, as well as to
avoid the built-in rounded plastic clothes hooks that
were set high on each side of the locker.  There must
have been a second set of small hooks she hadn't noticed
because she felt something cold and smooth poke into her
left buttock as well as the front of her left thigh.  She
managed to squeeze around them with the slick skin of her
left side but was abruptly stopped by the far wall of the
locker before she was able to get clear of them again.
There wasn't enough room to move over or around them, and
Laura suddenly found herself trapped between the two
hooks.  The hook behind her was now nestled tightly
between her wet buttocks while the one in front was
positioned directly between her upper thighs.

"Uh-oh.  I don't think so," she muttered as she tried to
squirm around the embarrassing obstructions.

Well, maybe she could just cover the damn things.  In the
confined space, she was just able to carefully slip her
hands from her breasts, and tried reaching for the wash
cloth she had carelessly left on the floor in front of
the locker.  But she was so tightly wedged inside she
couldn't even bend sideways enough to grasp it.

The janitors sounded very close now and Laura realized
that she had run out of time.  With a sigh she pulled the
locker door in towards her until it clicked quietly
closed.

In the quiet of the confined space, a loud gurgling
startled Laura so badly she jumped.  She looked around in
the semi-darkness, then realized foolishly that she was
the source of the sudden noise!

"Oh God!  Not now!" she whispered as she willed her very
empty tummy to be quiet.

It was only when one of the janitors started to mop the
soapy trail she left down her row of lockers that Laura
felt something round press against the soft, swollen
flesh of her labia.  Oh God!  She must have settled lower
in the locker when she had jumped!  Stifling a groan, she
tried to reach down to cover the plastic with her hand,
but she was so confined in the locker, she couldn't reach
it.

Soon the janitor was mopping directly in front of her
locker, so she dared not make a single sound.

"Mmm," the janitor said.  "That's strange.  Where'd all
this water and soap come from?"

She tried to relax but the constant pressure against her
highly-sensitive sex was making her very nervous.  What a
stupid place for a hook!  It was pressing constantly
against her still swollen lips, like it was trying to
find a way in!  She moved her hips slightly back, and she
sighed in relief as the pressure on her distressed sex
eased somewhat.  Only now she felt something smooth press
directly against her puckered anus.

Laura reflexively jerked forward to escape the anal
intruder and impaled herself on the now soaped hook in
front of her!

She bit her lip to keep from crying out, but not before
she gasped a helpless, "Oh!" as the lubricated hook
slipped smoothly into her channel, where her cuntal
muscles clutched it greedily.

"Hello?  Who said that?" asked the confused janitor.
"Matt, did you hear something?"

"Like what?"

"I don't know.  Like a girl's voice or something."

"You're dreaming!"

"Probably, but it sure sounded real."

"Hey, someone left the water running.  You don't
suppose...?"

"Give it a rest, will you?  This fantasy you have of
coming in here one and finding some willing naked babe
running around just isn't going to happen, so forget it!"

"Maybe.  Still, a guy can dream."

"Of course.  Now go and turn off the water that someone
left on from yesterday as usual and clean-up that pig
sty of a shower room.  There's probably soap and shampoo
all over the place.  Ugh!  Teenagers!"

Laura was becoming frantic.  Something was inside of her
and she had to get it out!  But every time she moved her
hips even the slightest bit backwards the rounded bulb of
the plastic hook's tip located behind her pressed that
much more into her defenseless anus, which in turn caused
her to move reflexively forward again.  Her very tender
bare nipples, no longer protected by her hands, turned
painfully erect as the rubbed across the cold metal of
the locker.  This rubbing was proving quite maddening to
the captive teacher, and she couldn't help but move
backwards again to try and escape the devastating effects
her nipples were producing within her.  This slight but
constant back and forth motion only served to have her
vulnerable vagina to become more and more lubricated,
easing the constant passage of the hook within her and
making some very pleasurable sensations indeed!

The janitors had moved away from her locker, but Laura
hardly noticed.  She discovered she was caught in a trap
of her own making.  She could not escape the locker until
the janitors had actually left the girls' gym, yet until
then she discovered that as long as she remained in the
locker, it was simply impossible for her to keep her body
still.  Laura had to try and escape the mind-boggling
effects she was feeling from her stimulated body!  She
was forced to continue her self-defeating movements!

It was all so ridiculous!  She could not believe it!  Her
soapy body was growing more and more excited by what was
happening to it!  The press of the metal against her bare
flesh, her unintentional dual-impalement, the secretions
seeping from her captured anus and cunt, even the
presence of the janitors, being so close to her helpless
caught nudity, were all causing maddening tingles to run
up and down her spine and electrify her brain.  Oh God!
What was happening to her?

Even though she knew it to be impossible, she could feel
the terrible pressure rising within her, the wonderful
beginnings to that most sublime of events, a climax!  She
just had to get out of the locker before it was too late!
She must remain in control.  She must!

In her confused efforts to escape, Laura's movements
became increasingly stronger, which only stimulated the
hapless teacher even more as she inadvertently forced the
intruders in her ass and cunt to go ever deeper!

Only the sudden presence of the first janitor outside her
locker kept the hyper-excited Laura from actually
throwing herself against the sides of the locker!  She
froze in fear as she helplessly trembled on the very edge
of climaxing, the man standing unknowingly once again
directly in front of her.

"Damn!  I could swear there was something..."

He jiggled Laura's locker door, but it remained shut.

"Locked, all right.  So where...?"

"Come on, Chris.  We're late for check-in."

"I'm coming, already!"

So was a stunned Laura!

*****

When Laura awoke, she was first aware of how sore she
was.  She had been sleeping standing up in that locker
for God only knew how long and she needed badly to work
the kinks out.  It was some time before she finally
realized with horror the locker door was already open and
a girl was staring at her in amazement!

"Ohmygosh!" the pretty blonde teenager said.
"There's...there's someone in my locker!"

"What?"

"No way, girl!"

"Honest!  There's a...a naked woman in my locker!"

"Oh, come on, Didi.  You did that joke last week."

"No, I mean it this time.  There really is a naked woman
in my locker."

"All right.  Come on, girls.  Let's humor her before she
goes completely postal."

"Oh my God!  I don't believe it."

"See!  See!  I told you!"

"Wow, what a body."

"OK, but who is it?"

"And what's she doing in there?"

"It kind of looks like that new freshman teacher, Mrs.
Lucy Pupyduky," Didi said.

"That's Miss Laura Papadakis, idiot."

"Well, I was close.  I can't help it if I always have
trouble with those really foreign names."

"Right.  Your name is Didi Hildegard Brandenburg, and you
have trouble with foreign names?"

"Look, Megan McKelly.  What kind of a name is that for a
girl, anyway?  'Megan'?"

"It's a lot better that 'Didi'!" sputtered Megan.

"Oh, really?"

"Ah, excuse me girls.  I hate to interrupt this very
intelligent conversation, but we have a trapped woman
here that needs our help."

"Oops.  Sorry, Sue.  Come on, Hildegard.  Help me with
her arm here."

Laura was gently pulled from her confinement.  With only
some coy twisting on her part, she hid the fact of her
recent and terribly embarrassing impalement.  The
gasp of the girls as she came out of the locker she knew
was due only to soapy nudity and nothing else.  Her legs
were so stiff she would have fallen to the floor if they
had not caught her and helped her to the bench.

"Aah!  I feel so woozy," Laura muttered after sitting
down.  "Thank you.  I'm really fine.  Just stiff and...and
a little dizzy.  I didn't mean to cause a fuss."

"You are Miss Papadakis, aren't you?" asked the ever-
practical Sue.

"Yes," Laura said with a sigh.  "Yes, I am."

With her identity known, Laura suddenly felt very
exposed.  She cringed on the bench, covering herself as
much as possible with her arms and legs.

"What's wrong?" asked Megan.

"You shouldn't be seeing me like this," muttered a
slumped Laura as she faced the floor.  "I'm...I'm
completely undressed."

Laura felt a reassuring hand on her bare left shoulder.

"It's just us girls here, so relax, OK?" chirped Didi.

"Sorry," Laura said as she sat up a little and finally
faced her rescuers.  "I suppose I am being a little silly
about it."

"Don't worry, Miss P," Didi laughed.  "We're not really
dressed either!  Can't you tell?"

"There's a lot of soap in my eyes.  I can't see a thing
right now, and it really hurts."

"Let's get you cleaned off and you'll be fine," said Sue.

"Just take me to the shower, please."

"Sure," Megan exclaimed as she helped Laura to her feet.
"Come on, girls.  This teacher needs a shower!"

"What are you doing here?" one of the other girls asked,
as Laura felt herself being carefully led back to what
she hoped were the showers.  "Where are your clothes?"

"I was here for a quick shower this morning, when I heard
the janitors come in.  I...I must have panicked."

"I guess you did," chuckled Megan.

"Ha!  Those guys are enough to panic anyone,"  Sue
exclaimed.

"They took your clothes?" asked an incredulous Didi.

"I don't know.  I had put them in an empty locker over
there someplace, but then I couldn't find them."

"How awful!" Sue cried.  "Hey, everyone?  Please check
the lockers for Miss P's clothes!"

"Hey!  There are some over here.  A red blouse?"

"Yes, that's them!" Laura said happily as she stopped and
turned toward the far voice.  Now she could get dressed.

"But where are you going?" asked Sue.  "You can't get
dressed yet.  You're still all covered in soap."

"Oh.  I forgot.  I'm sorry.  It's just that it's been a
very long morning and I'm not completely awake yet."

"It's OK," said Sue.  "Happens all the time around here.
Here's the shower."

"Thank you," Laura murmured in gratitude as she felt the
familiar cool tiles once again under her feet.  "I think
I can manage it from here."

"What?" said Megan.

"Blind as a bat?" exclaimed Didi.

"No way, Miss P!" said Sue.  "You might get hurt on those
slippery tiles!"

Feeling thankful for their genuine concern, Laura did not
think it odd that several of the girls joined her in the
gushing water.  They were just making sure she was all
right.  It was when she felt soapy hands on her upper
back and tummy that Laura felt things had gone far
enough.

"Oh!  Please!  You shouldn't be doing that!"

"But we have to soap you to get all of this dried stuff
off, see?" explained Megan patiently.

"Well, yes.  But..."  She was still so dazed and
embarrassed from her experience in the locker, Laura
didn't know what to think!

"You, wash out your eyes.  We'll take care of the rest,"
said Sue.

"Yes.  T-thank you."  Her eyes were still burning like
crazy.  She had to wash the soap out!  Tilting her head
back, she used her hands to hold her eyelids open so that
the blinding soap could be washed away.  She could only
hope that her position, legs spread apart for balance,
back arched and breasts thrust out into the streaming
water, wouldn't be seen as anything suggestive.  Her
teasing days were quite over, thank you!

Her eager helpers wasted no time in washing away the old
soap from her back.  When a hand went to her right breast
though, Laura jumped!

"Hey!" she sputtered indignantly as she stood up blinking
furiously trying to see and pushed the offending hand
away.  "What's the idea?"

"You have soap there too, Miss P," a voice said
contritely.

"Oh, right.  Sorry,"  apologized Laura and she resumed
her eye-cleaning stance.

The hands became much freer after that on Laura's
trembling body.  Her breasts and buttocks received a
great deal of attention, and Laura soon lost track as to
how many times they had been soaped and re-soaped.  The
remainder of the hands were not ignoring the rest of her
vulnerable body in applying a fresh lathering.  She
wanted to start purring, it felt so good after her recent
ordeal in the locker!  They didn't realize they were
doing it to her of course, and Laura knew she really
shouldn't be allowing them to do so, but she was in the
process of receiving an excellent massage.  The aches and
soreness she had felt earlier were literally melting away
under the students' soapy administrations.  She was sure
that only her sex was being left alone (naturally!), yet
for some reason she couldn't understand that too was
starting to feel very tingly indeed.  If only she could
see!  But the soap was still heavy in her eyes and she
dare not stop in cleaning them out.  She had to use her
hands in holding her eyelids open, otherwise they kept
shutting, thereby trapping the stinging soap underneath
them.

It would be perfect really, being here with the girls
like this, if only she wasn't feeling so excited.  She
realized that she was reacting stupidly to everything the
girls were doing to her.  She was just getting cleaned up
for God's sake, yet she could feel the familiar, terrible
pressure already building and building within her.
Consuming her.  Commanding her.  Ruling her.

When the eager hands began to rub enthusiastically
between her legs as well as between her trembling
buttocks, she could not help but jump a little, but the
sensations were soon lost in all of the other totally
wonderful things she was feeling.  She could sense her
breasts becoming heavier, the nipples now erect little
soldiers on parade, which just caused the hands that were
moving constantly over them to really make Laura gasp in
pleasure, especially when they had to again and again
pull and twist the erect nipples to clean them properly!

Her eyes felt fine now, yet she found it very difficult
to move from this admittedly embarrassing position.  What
a wash!  These girls were great!  Maybe she should come
down here to the gym more often.  But she had to be
careful.  She was sure the girls couldn't possible tell,
but Laura knew she was becoming terribly aroused by all
of this fabulous attention.  However regretfully, she
must stop it soon, because she was becoming very close,
very close indeed to the end of her endurance, and she
was after all taking charge of her life now.  No more sex
for her!

"No more sex," Laura whispered into the water, just
before she felt another maddening tingle on her vulva.
Her pussy erupted into a crazy series of delicious pulses
and Laura suddenly discovered herself in the throes of a
shuddering climax.  Only the crowd of surrounding girls
kept her from falling backwards to the shower floor in
her surprise!

"Ah!" she yelled in shock as her body helplessly pulsed
and pulsed.  As soon as she finished one climax,
something would cause another to begin.  She just
couldn't stop from cumming again and again!  Finally she
could take it no longer and Laura fell unconscious into
the waiting arms of her rescuers!

*****

Laura looked up at the circle of concerned faces and
weakly smiled.  Even in their breath-taking nudity, she
could tell they were all very concerned for her.

"Are you all right?" Sue softly asked.

"Oh, my.  I've appeared to have done it again.  Yes, I'm
fine.  Just a little winded, that's all."

"What happened?" asked Didi.

"It was...an...an attack of...vertigo.  Sorry.  Nothing
serious.  I just get...dizzy and need to lie down for a
while."

"Wow!" exclaimed Didi.

"Are you sure you're OK?" asked Megan.

"Yes, of course I am.  Just help me up and I'll be
perfectly fine."

"Good," said Megan, "because we're not finished yet."

"Not finished?  But I'm perfectly clean now, really."

"But your hair isn't," said Megan as the girls helped the
groggy, dripping teacher out of the shower stalls.

"My hair!" wailed Laura.  "What about my hair?"

"Without the rest of the set, it could all fall out!"

"Oh, no!  What can I do?"

"Well," stated Sue matter-of-factly.  "Just come with us.
We must next apply the conditioner, then the vitamin-
enriched treatment for all of those nasty split ends,
then a spray gel to give it some badly needed body.  What
have you been doing with it, any way?"

"Can I borrow a towel from someone first?  I need to dry
off."

"No time.  We have to get your head under the water
pronto.  But don't you worry, Miss P.  We'll dry you off
in the mean time, never fear!"

They led her away from the open stalls to a small utility
closet located on the far wall.   The girls quickly
cleared out all of the mops and brooms, and brought the
dazed teacher over to a metal deep-sink that was in the
center corner of the room.

"Put your head in there, please."

"But...but...!"

"You want it to fall out?"

"Oh, no!" gasped Laura and she quickly lowered her head
deep into the sink.

"That's fine.  Lean over the edge of the sink and put
your head as far down as you can go.  That was just the
shampoo you had in the shower.  You still have to do the
rest of it, remember.  You'll love it.  This stuff's all
scented herbal!"

"Oh," Laura groaned, too overcome by the fear of loosing
her precious hair to resist as they bent her over the
sink even farther.  She felt dazed from her second bout
of unexpected climaxes, and was still feeling very weak
from hunger.  She just didn't have the strength to argue
anymore.

Laura tightly gripped the sides of the steel sink with
both hands and, standing on her toes, bent over the side
as far as she could.  She buried her head so deep into
the sink her nose almost touched the bottom!  She wanted
to keep her head as low as possible anyway.  It was the
only way she could escape the humiliation of being so
helplessly exposed once again in front of these kind
young students.

The water was turned on and Laura immediately lost all
contact with what was happening around her.   All she
knew was the water pouring over her head as eager fingers
worked the scented conditioner into her thick black hair.
She tightly closed her eyes (the last thing she wanted
was more soap there) and prepared to wait for her
beautiful young helpers (they were so eager!) to finish.

Yet strange things were happening, she was sure of it.
All over her body she felt what seemed to be feather-
light touches.  She tried to rise to see what was
happening, but a firm hand on the base of her slender
neck kept her from leaving the sink.

"You're not done yet, Miss P!" a practical voice said
close to her right ear.  "We'll let you know when it's OK
to leave."

"Oh, all right," Laura said reluctantly, then nodded her
consent in case the girl couldn't hear her through all
the water.  She received an answering pat in return on
the back of the neck, but the restraining hand remained
there all the same.

Trapped in the sink, Laura tried to shake the weird
sensations off, but it only seemed to make the touches
more insistent.  What was going on?

Then she realized, they were just drying her!  They must
have been just as embarrassed about all this as she was,
and had to wait until she couldn't see them before being
able to dry her off.  Such good girls!  Laura smiled
under the water in her relief.  These really were good
girls, taking time out of their gym period to help her
like this.  She just hoped that they wouldn't get into
any trouble on her account.  Laura had no idea how long
she had been stuck in that stupid locker, but she
supposed that they were at least well into the first
period of the day by now, which made her very late for
work, indeed!

There was another problem which really haunted her.  She
could only pray that she didn't have any of them in her
classes.  How could she ever maintain a proper student-
teacher relationship after they had seen her naked like
this?  Look at how her relationship with her beloved
Missy had gotten so out-of-control, and that just because
of a simple, if very soothing, neck rub!  God only knew
what would have happen if Missy or someone like her were
involved in something like this!

The conditioning of her hair seemed to take a very long
time, so did the drying of her vulnerable body, while a
fidgeting Laura waited impatiently for both to end.  Her
flesh was positively glowing after a time, yet the drying
as well as the conditioning still continued.  It was so
confusing.  Shouldn't they be done by now?  What could be
taking them so long?

"Ow!" she cried in pain and surprise, and jumped as she
felt something smack her quivering left buttock, and then
her right.  But that couldn't be, it just couldn't.  She
knew perfectly well they wouldn't dare take advantage of
her like that!  She was after all a teacher and they were
only students.  It had to be something else.  She tried
to raise her head once again when the strange spanking
sensations persisted on her bare buttocks, but the hand
on her neck continued to hold her head deep in the sink.

"Damn!" she muttered breathlessly.  She was becoming
incredibly turned-on again, and she was just having her
hair done!  They still weren't done with her, either.
Why did she ever agree to letting these eager children
help her?  How stupid can a person become?  Now she was
stuck like this, in this terribly humiliating position
with her bare buttocks high behind her, until they had
finished!

Soon time had no meaning for her.  The hand was no longer
on her neck but Laura hardly noticed.  Isolated by the
pouring water, she had no idea what was happening to her.
The bizarre impressions of spanking still came and went.
Stranger still were the delicious feelings she was now
getting from her sex, as if she were being repeatedly
teased and even entered there.  Even her anus felt like
there was something present which didn't belong there,
working its way in and out of the very tight passage.
Incredible!  She wondered if they had finally finished
drying her, but her body was so alive with so many
different and marvelous sensations she had no idea.
Laura even imagined there were flashes of light behind
her closed eyes!  The kind you always see when someone
was taking pictures indoors with a flash.  How
ridiculous!

Thank God she had given up sex in time to realize these
unbelievable sensations for what they really were!  Even
if her vaginal juices were trickling down the insides of
her thighs, and she could hardly breath she was so
excited, the exhausted Laura was very glad that it wasn't
about sex.

So she was very surprised when her body spasmed once
again and she helplessly began yet another series of
unstoppable orgasms!

"OH GOD!" she screamed under the water as her bent-over
body literally quaked under the intense sensations being
produced by her crazily pulsing cunt.  What was happening
here?  She was just getting her hair done!  "OH GOD!"

Finally the water stopped and a large towel was so
quickly wrapped around her dripping head and over her
gasping face she was covered before she even knew what
was going on.

"Hey!" she protested, "What is this?"  But she doubted
her muffled voice would penetrate through the thick
material.

At least they were pulling gently on her bare shoulders
and arms, and Laura knew that she was at last able to
leave the strange metal confines of the deep-sink.  She
slowly raised herself, making sure she didn't hit her
covered head on the over-hanging faucet.  Standing
shakily upright once again, she tried to remove the
towel, but she was so light-headed she couldn't find how
they had it fastened on her.

"Damn!" she cried in frustration at her own clumsiness,
but it took all she had just to stand there.

Her body was still bubbling from her latest orgasm, and
she feared that, after what had happened, the slightest
inadvertent touch from someone would be enough to send
her off again, she was that close to the edge!

Dazed and confused, she felt herself being led again by
the hands and could do nothing but follow along.  Laura
wanted to spread her legs apart, to keep her thighs apart
and to spare her remarkably-ready clitoris from any form
of stimulation what-so-ever, but then these girls would
see her walking bow-legged and that would never do.  They
might even suspect something was wrong if she did that!
She also wanted to brace her sensitive breasts with her
arms to keep them from moving, but with her hands being
held firmly in front of her that was just impossible.
She couldn't even cover her exposed sex.

So, as Laura walked along, her sleek inner-thighs rubbed
and rubbed, and she foggily wondered how long she could
last before her now-ready body erupted once again from
such a delightful torture.  Even the slight movements of
her high-set breasts were proving to be highly
stimulating for her, her hard nipples piercing the cool
air before her.

It seemed to take a very long time for them to reach the
locker room, but that was probably because she still
couldn't see where she was going.  At one point they
stopped and Laura was sure she felt cool marble under her
bare feet and not tile, the same type of marble that
lined the old school's hallways.  She was sure she could
hear the sound of applause and whistles, and kept turning
her head from side to side to see if she could discover
which direction it was coming from, but she could not.
Odd.  At times the noise seemed to be coming from all
around her.  Some athletic demonstration going on in the
gym next door, perhaps?

Finally they started her moving again and after an
interminable walk she was eventually seated on smooth
wood.  Laura couldn't help but jump a little when her
tender buttocks came into contact with what she felt to
be a bench.  How could that have happened?  Why was she
so sore there?  They were just drying her, how could that
have bothered her any?

She sighed in relief when her towel was removed.  She was
back at her old locker again, and her clothes were laid
out right beside her.  She was embarrassed because the
girls were all fully dressed now, and she was the only
one she could see who was still naked.  It was terribly
embarrassing!

The girls continued to surround her as she stood and
dressed as Megan, standing behind her, carefully brushed
out her hair.  Laura felt very humiliated about not
having any underwear with her, but she certainly wasn't
going to ask them for any.

She was pulling up her sweat pants when she realized how
quickly they would notice something was wrong if she left
them low on her hips.  Not wanting to give them any more
to talk about then they had already, Laura deliberately
pulled the tight pants up as high as they would go, and
almost climaxed from the thick fabric of the center seam
digging deep into her swollen labia!

"Oh my!" she gasped as she collapsed heavily on the very
edge of the bench.  She desperately fought the orgasm she
could actually taste, it was so close.  Her hands turned
white from effort as she clung to the bench for dear life
and waited to get her breath back.  "Oh my!"

"Are you all right?" asked a smiling Megan, still
brushing Laura's head of full, silken hair.

"Y-yes.  I-I'm fine," Laura gulped, terrified that she
would loose control of herself right in front of these
young, impressionable girls.  Unable to help herself, she
quickly lowered the waistband of the tight sweat pants as
far as she dared.  She certainly could not take a chance
like that again.

When she finally felt her body sufficiently under control
again, Laura carefully stood once again and finished
dressing.

Laura had just slipped on her sandals when she heard over
the school's public address system: "Miss Papadakis,
please report to the Principle's Office, immediately."

"News travels fast around here," Laura said dryly.

"Good luck!" chirped Didi.

"Thank you.  And thanks to you all for getting me out of
that stupid locker.  It was a silly thing to do."

"It was nothing," said Sue.  As Laura walked towards the
exit, Sue cooed, much softer, "Come back anytime, Miss
P."

*****

At the entrance to the girls' gym, Laura saw Sue taking
down a sign.

"What's that?" Laura asked.

Without hesitation, a smiling Sue handed her the paper.
It read:
        For All You Girls!
        This Morning Only!
        Spank the Teacher!
          $25 per Swat
      (Cheap at the price)
      $100 Photos Optional
         (CASH ONLY!!)

"It's a new rock-group," explained Sue.  "They were in
the gym this morning.  Special appearance."

"Oh.  So that's what all the noise was about.  And I made
you all miss it.  I'm so sorry!"

"It's OK.  I don't think anyone missed a thing."

"That's good to hear.  Still, what a terrible name for a
band, 'Spank the Teacher.'  Oh, my!  It gives me chills
just thinking about it!"

"I'm not surprised."

"Well, the office has been looking for me.  Thanks again,
Sue.  You and your friends' efforts on my behalf are truly
appreciated."

"You are more than welcome, Miss P.  I'm sure everyone
got a little something out of it."

"Yes, of course," said a perplexed Laura.  She gave the
student a wave and walked quickly away.  Now what on
earth did she mean by that?

*****

As Laura walked through the halls, now full of students,
she felt truly comfortable for the first time in days.
This was where she belonged.

Although the borrowed sorority blouse did cover her hips
somewhat, it was obvious that her wardrobe was once again
the point of keen interest among the students, especially
the males.  She was even getting applause and cheers from
the students as she passed by them.  Now, why on earth
would they do that?

She had to get home and change!  Already the familiar
tingles were starting again, tingles that were once fun
but were now on the verge of taking over her life.
Tingles that had been with her all morning.  Tingles that
were at once maddening and delightful.  Even now.  Being
watched by hungry eyes, the working of that surprisingly
large seam between her legs, the subtle movements of her
unencumbered breasts under the shear top, the feel of the
tight sweat pants on her moving buttocks as she walked
along the corridor.  Devastating!

Yet, she realized that a change was in order, was in fact
long overdue.  It was time for the body to take a rest,
and the mind to take over.  Her teasing days were finally
over!  She was 22-years old, and it was time to settle
down and act her age.  She couldn't keep dressing like a
teenager in heat.  It was time to start acting like a
respectable member of the education community.  It was
time to start acting like who she actually was, and not
this stranger she kept meeting in the mirror who couldn't
keep her pants on.  It was time to start acting like a
teacher.

She stood before the door leading to the Principle's
offices, and waited for her heart to slow and her breath
to settle.  The seam rubbing her sex had been very
persistent, and she had almost climaxed more than once on
the walk over.  As soon as she could she must pull these
things down low on her hips again before she lost it
completely!

She had no idea what to expect from the Principal, or his
secretary, and it made her very anxious.  Even Mr.
Playfair's astonishing patience might end if he ever
found out about what happened to her yesterday,
especially when she was supposed to be home sick.  She
would be in serious trouble.

Her breathing more or less under control, Laura entered
the office and closed the door behind her.  She found
Mrs. Sullivan behind her desk, knitting a colorful scarf.

"You poor dear," murmured the secretary.

She rose from behind her desk and came over to where
Laura was still standing by the door.

"How are you feeling today?  You look fit enough."

"I feel fine, Mrs. Sullivan.  It was nothing."

"Nothing?  Would 'nothing' keep a new teacher from her
post?  I think not."

Laura found herself arm-in-arm with Mrs. Sullivan.

"Yes, you are quite right.  I was very sick yesterday.
Probably some kind of 24-hour flu.  I just didn't want to
worry anyone."

"That's quite all right, my dear.  That's what we are
here for.  Come now, we must see Mr. Playfair.  I afraid
that you have done it again."

"Oh, not again," worried Laura.

"Don't worry.  It shouldn't be too bad this time."

Once inside the main office, Laura froze.  "Oh God!" she
whispered.  "Oh no!"

Seated in a semi-circle around the front of Mr.
Playfair's desk were three men and a woman.  One of the
men was John Drummond,  the President of the district's
school board!  The others must be board members!  They
had all turned in their chairs, the men looking at her,
in disbelief, the woman glaring at her in open
disapproval!  My God!  Of all the days not to be wearing
a suit!

Mrs. Sullivan released Laura's arm and closed the door,
but surprisingly returned to her right side.  Usually she
stayed close to Mr. Playfair during any conferences.  Mr.
Playfair, looking oddly professional for a change,
remained behind his desk, which was still cluttered with
the same stacks of materials and books that Laura
remembered from her first day here.  Didn't he ever clean
up?

"Yes?" Mr. Playfair demanded sternly.  "Can't you see I'm
in conference, Mrs. Sullivan?"

"Sir, my apologies, but you wanted to see Laura as soon
as possible."

"Laura?  Laura?  Oh, yes, that Laura.  Miss Papadakis,
come here please!  I hate having to shout."

Laura stood before the principal's large desk, just
behind and to the right of John Drummond, with Mrs.
Sullivan inexplicably still close on her right. Then
Laura realized what was going on.  Yes!  The woman was
here to give her moral support!  Mrs. Sullivan really was
on her side!  How wonderful!

"Miss Papadakis," sputtered Mr. Playfair sternly.  "It
has come to my attention that you have spent the past few
weeks living with the family of one of your students.  Is
this true?"

Laura was about to answer when she felt a hand on her
left hip.  Oh, how sweet!  Mrs. Sullivan was trying to
comfort her.

"Yes, it is true.  I was unexpectedly looking for a place
to stay when Mrs. Doris Manchester kindly offered to put
me up until I could find something more p-permanent."

Laura stuttered when she felt Mrs. Sullivan's hand slip
under her blouse and start to trace the taut rounded
contours of her buttocks.  What could the old woman be
thinking?  Well, there wasn't much she could do about it,
except to try and ignore it as best she could, while she
continued with her answer.

"Her daughter Missy, that is Melissa, is a freshman
here," said Laura.

"Yes, I know," replied Mr. Playfair.  "She is in fact
assigned to your home room, is she not?"

"Yes, she is," observed Laura as calmly as she could.

"And...?" demanded Mr. Playfair.

"And what?"

"Just what the devil do you think you are doing,
fraternizing with a student like that?"

"My job!" Laura practically shouted as Mrs. Manchester
slipped her hand deep into the back of Laura's tight
sweat pants and slid the hand into the crevice of her
behind!

"And how do you understand that?" Mr. Playfair asked
calmly, clearly inviting Laura to explain herself.

"You know her history, correct?" Laura asked as she
deliberately looked at everyone, before returning her
direct gaze to Mr. Playfair.  "I doubt if there is a
person in this room who doesn't know the story of Susan
Jennings, the guidance counselor who had a major
breakdown last summer.  I'm sure that everyone here also
knows, or at least they should, that Melissa Manchester
was one of Susan Jennings last students."

"So?" asked John Drummond, clearly involved now.

"So," repeated Laura.  "Have you ever wondered what the
effect of that kind of trauma would have on the mind of
an impressionable young girl?  Have you?  Those of you
who know Melissa, how many have heard her speak?  Well?
How many?"

Mrs. Sullivan's wandering hand found the thick seam
pressing up against Laura's swollen, dripping crotch.
Laura couldn't help but cringe a little as Mrs. Sullivan
began to deliberately rub the seam repeatedly across her
boiling sex.

"Oh!  Oh, God!  No!  You mustn't!  You can't!" cried
Laura, before she remembered where she was.  That woman!
What was she doing to her?  It was driving her crazy!

"I can't do what?" asked Mr. Playfair ominously.

"You-you can't, er, believe what it t-took.  The
sacrifices I've had to make.  Of course.  No one c-can.
Oh my God!  Well, she talked to me.  Oh, yes!  Yes!!
Missy talked to me.  Sh-she stripped me, but it wasn't my
fault.  She stripped me to my very soul with her hands,
her handsome sincerity and with her t-troubled spirit.
When her mother, Doris, found out what I had done for the
sake of her daughter, she practically...! Well, she was
very, v-very excited.  She q-quickly had me stripped, ah,
stripped me of all p-pretense, and begged me to stay with
them.  And, you know what?  To achieve that kind of
climax, a...a mental turning point, a major breakthrough
with a student, I would gladly do it again!  A-again, do
you h-hear?  Do it again!  Oh God!"

Three teasing fingers enter her steaming sex and Laura
melted.  She could not think any longer!  Something
brushed her inflamed clitoris and with a gasp Laura
collapsed helplessly against Mrs. Sullivan as her over-
stimulated vagina pulsed madly in a series of devastating
orgasms.

"Climax!!" Laura cried in a strangled voice.  "Happening!
A-again!!"

Mrs. Sullivan hurriedly explained to the worried-looking
group as she calmly took her hand from Laura's pants,
"The poor thing has been under considerable strain
lately.  That always affects her asthma."

After smiling slightly to the group, the secretary turned
and helped the collapsed young teacher over to the office
couch.  She laid Laura full length upon it and covered
her hips and legs with a near-by small comforter.  After
quickly checking for anyone watching, she stretched under
the padded blanket and removed the teacher's sandals.
She then reached over and quickly pulled off the dazed
Laura's soiled sweat pants, casually rolled them up with
the sandals, and dropped them both behind the couch.
Finished, she lovingly tucked Laura in.

"Good girl," Mrs. Sullivan whispered to the befuddled
teacher.

"Thank you," Laura automatically replied, although for
what she couldn't say.  "What happened?"

"Nothing at all.  Don't you worry about it."

"My goodness," said Mr. Playfair to his distinguished
visitors while Mrs. Sullivan was busy caring for the
strangely incapacitated young woman.

"When was the last time you ever saw dedication like
that in an teacher?  I tell you, John, for someone as
new to the profession as she is, Laura has achieved
miracles with her students.  The entire school is
talking about her."

"I can believe it," John said dryly.

"And these rumors you have received about the
ineffectiveness of my administration -- they are clearly
unfounded.  And as for those wild unfounded stories
about...about relations going on here between students and
teachers.  What rubbish!  I shall treat all such
anonymous allegations with the silent contempt they
deserve.  It is obvious that someone around here does not
know what they are talking about."

"So it would seem," John said, as he looked severely at
the woman seated next to him.

"So why is she dressed as a bohemian from the 1950s?"
demanded the woman suddenly.

"Ah, Mrs. Sullivan?" Mr. Playfair asked his approaching
secretary.  "Now that you have rejoined us, perhaps you
can answer that."

"It's all part of the HR-F curriculum," answered Mrs.
Sullivan as she took her usual place by the principal's
side.  "The instructor of this course must periodically
dress in old fashions, to better illustrate the different
trends in women's clothing.  Didn't you read the course
prospectus?"

"Yes, of course," said Drummond.  "Actually, it's this
HR-F course which brings us here.  It has gotten a great
deal of attention throughout the education community of
many of the states, and word has even reached the
national level."

"That's good, isn't it?" said Mr. Playfair hopefully.

"Well, no.  Actually, it isn't very good at all,"
explained Drummond.  "You see, no one on the board was
really expecting this sort of intense scrutiny over
something which had not even been tried yet.  It was
approved more from the tireless promptings of the
course's developer, your Miss Jennings, then for any
other reason.  Unfortunately, it was approved without the
proper care which normally should have occurred with such
a novel concept.  I don't think even the list of course
materials was really looked at.  Which is why, when we
heard about some very unusual things happening here,
especially in connection with this course and its
teacher, we were forced to act on them, anonymous though
they indeed were.  I should have known better, of course.
Can you forgive me?"

As she lay on the couch, Laura couldn't believe it.  On
top of everything else she had to worry about, they were
after her class!  Well, to hell with that!  Laura angrily
sat up and was ready to toss off her cover, and do some
serious shouting on her feet when she realized she was
missing her sweat pants!  Oh God!  She was naked below
the waist!

She hurriedly scooted backed into a corner of the couch
and wrapped the comforter tightly around her lower body.
As she was searching around for her missing pants, Laura
was stunned when she saw the head of the school board
walk directly towards her!

She sat up as straight as she could and prayed that she
wouldn't have to walk with him anywhere.

"Please, don't get up, Miss Papadakis.  I just wanted to
say, Laura, that the board is looking foreword to
receiving your first interim report at the end of the
quarter on your class's progress.  I can safely say that
your reports will be widely distributed though out the
education community, so I would recommend that you write
them well."

"Y-yes, sir.  I understand completely."

"Good.  I think we're all finished here, Mr. Playfair.
Mrs. Sullivan, it's been a pleasure, as always."

Laura was soon alone in the office.  She laid back down
on the couch and looked at the ceiling.

"Oh my God!  What a morning!" she said, then laughed.

She leaned forward to look at the clock mounted over the
door.  It was only 9, and she was exhausted all ready.
Starving, too.  She had already missed her first class of
the day, half the girls in school caught her naked in the
shower right after she had been molested by a locker, and
she just had her first nerve-shattering encounter with
the dreaded school board about a class which was the
original idea of a sexually precocious 14-year-old girl.
And she had no idea what happened to her pants!

There was so much that she had to do, but the couch was
proving surprisingly comfortable and she could barely
keep her eyelids open.

"To hell with it," Laura muttered.

She tucked the comforter underneath her so that she was
securely wrapped and nothing would show.  She was sure
that no one would mind if she took a fast 5 minute nap,
and quickly drifted off into a deep sleep.

*****

Laura awoke with a start.  There was a large animal in
the room with her.  She was sure she had heard it
growling!  Panicked, she frantically looked around, but
the room appeared empty.  Then she heard it again.

"Oh, hell!" she moaned in disgust.  It was her!  How
stupid can a person get.  It was her very empty stomach
demanding food.

There was no animal, yet she was now very conscious of
the feeling that she was being watched!  While remaining
flat of the couch, she looked around the office once
again, but she still did not see anyone.  She was alone.
There was a soft creak of the old wooden floor behind her
and she tilted her head back.  Leaning over the side of
the couch, looking directly down at her face, was an
angry-looking Missy!

"Oh! You startled me," a smiling Laura said.  It was so
good to see her again.  She really needed a friendly face
right now, but oddly enough Missy did not look very
friendly at all.

"Where have you been?" demanded the teen.  "We've been
worried sick!"

"Well, I had this accident and..."

"Where are my clothes?"

"Clothes?"

"Yes.  The clothes I picked out for you yesterday?
Remember?  It was one of my favorite outfits."

"Yes, I remember.  Well, I-I lost them and..."

"You what!" Missy whispered harshly.  "How could you?"

"There was this park and..."

"Do you know how much all that cost?  Mom's really going
to be mad now."

"Look, I can explain!"

"Sure you can.  So where did you get this blouse?"

"Uh, well...  It wasn't my fault!  There were these
sorority girls and..."

"Who said you could wear this?"

"Missy, please.  I lost my clothes somewhere, in the park
I think, and they..."

"So!  You were running around naked again!  What is it
with you anyway?"

"I'm so ashamed!  I didn't mean it!  They made me!"

"Whoa!  They made you do what?  What else happened,
teacher?  Did you have sex with them, with those college
sluts?"

"What?  I...I...don't know what you're talking about."

"Did you cum?"

"What!"

"Did you sleep with them?"

"NO!  Of course not!  It...it...it wasn't like that at all,"
sobbed Laura heavily.  "We just...just went to a bar that
was having this...this sort of contest and..."

"Oh, that's just great.  So you went out and had a good
time before you spent the night with them?"

"It wasn't... I tried to... They never let..."

"Never mind!  Wait until Mom finds out.  She was worried
sick about you, and here you were just playing the slut
the entire time!  And after we went to all the trouble to
take you into our home, too!   We even got you a whole
new wardrobe of fine clothes to replace the ones you so
foolishly ruined.  We do all of that, and this is how you
repay us."

"I'm sorry!  I'm so sorry!  Please forgive me!"

"Stop crying and give me the blouse."

"Blouse?  What...what blouse?"

"That terrible red thing you are wearing."

"But, Missy!  I don't have anything else on."

"Now!"

"Missy, please."

"Now," Missy said softly.

"Oh!  But it's not my fault!" Laura sniffled.

She tucked the comforter under her chin and quickly
unbuttoned the blouse and pulled it off her shoulders.
Holding the covering to her chest with her left hand, she
held out her blouse with her trembling right.

"Why are you so nervous?" asked a suspicious Missy.

"Me?  Nervous?  Why would I be n-nervous?  I'm just naked
in school, that's all."

"No, there's something else.  Something you are not
telling me."

"I...I've told you everything."

"If I ever find out you are lying about this..."

"No!  N-never.  W-why would I lie?  N-nothing happened
last night, Missy.  Honest!  Nothing at all!"

Missy finally accepted the offered blouse and Laura
sighed deeply in relief.  The teenager must have accepted
her story as well.  It's just as well that Missy never
finds out about what really happened to her yesterday,
even if Laura herself was not all that sure about it.
She was obviously in trouble enough with the 14-year-old
freshman and her formidable mother as it was.  No point
in adding gasoline to the fire, was there?  Besides, how
could they possibly find out?

"Stand up."

Carefully wrapping the small comforter around her nude
body, Laura obediently stood.  She must not do anything
to upset her new family any more then she had already.

"Let me fix this," muttered Missy.

Laura felt the girl slide the comforter around until she
could fasten the ends directly below the back of Laura's
neck.  Laura didn't know why the teen was wasting her
time this way.  She certainly wasn't going anywhere
dressed like this.  She had to go home, that was all
there was to it.  Still, trust Missy to make sure she was
properly dressed, even while wearing a thick blanket.

The problem was, she wasn't properly dressed at all.  The
way Missy fixed the comforter, it was like Laura was
wearing a brown sack!  She couldn't use her hands at all,
unless she either raised up the front (oh, sure!), or
pulled them through the opening in the back.  That was
the other thing.  The small covering barely overlapped
her in the back, which meant that she would have to walk
very carefully when she finally left for her car,
otherwise it would act just like an unfastened hospital
gown and reveal her naked back to the entire school!

But that was silly!  Of course the school would provide
her with some suitable clothing to go home in.  Right
now, she did not even have any shoes!

"I talked with Mrs. Sullivan," said Missy.  "It is too
late to get a substitute for you today, so we agreed that
you'll just have to stay at school and teach for the rest
of the day."

"But, Missy!  Don't be silly!  I can't stay here like
this!  I must go home for some clothes first."

"How?  They just towed your car away."

"What!"

"It was leaking oil and gasoline all over the parking
lot.  What a mess!"

"My car!  How will I ever get home?"

"Mrs. Sullivan has arranged something special.  She wants
to see you about it."

"Good," agreed Laura and started walking towards the
door.  This needed to be sorted out, and very quickly.
She had to get home, and that is all there was to it.
Mrs. Sullivan obviously did not realize that she was very
nude under her single covering, otherwise she would never
have requested that she stay for the day.  Besides, she
was in no condition to stay.  She felt very faint from
hunger and desperately needed to get something to eat.

The weird events of the past few hours hadn't helped her
sense of stability any.  Without her new no-sex rule, she
could have gotten into some serious trouble today with
those students.  It was a good thing she was able to keep
her hands off them.  Even so, her body was acting
strangely and still felt very tingly.  No, home was the
best place for her, until she at least had a chance to
calm down.  The principal's secretary was a very
sensible, even crafty, old woman, and Laura knew she
could always be counted on to do the right thing in a
crisis.

Laura automatically reached for the door through the
comforter, but froze when she felt an unexpected cool
breeze on her bare buttocks!  She lowered her hand and
quickly rearranged her covering.  Oh, God!  She could not
even use her hands through the blanket without exposing
herself!

Laura suddenly realized with horror that she had to wait
for Missy to open the door for her to be able to leave
the room.  She was helpless!

"Allow me," smirked Missy from behind her.

Terribly embarrassed, Laura quickly moved out of the way
and let Missy go through the door first.

"There you are, Miss Papadakis," said the secretary who
was seated behind her desk.  "You're already late for
your third class.  You had better get moving."

"But, Mrs. Sullivan!"  protested Laura as she walked
towards her.  "I can't stay in school dressed like this."

"Why not?  You've worn less."

"Mrs. Sullivan!" sputtered an indignant Laura.  "I
never!"

"Oh, stop.  You have so.  Now get moving.  I'll just keep
your handbag here for you until the end of school.  For
safekeeping."

In her zeal to set the matter straight, Laura forgot
about the comforter.  "Mrs. Sullivan," Laura said, as she
deliberately leaned forward over the desk and, under the
comforter, placed her open palms on the desktop for
emphasis. "I am not a child.  I can certainly look...Ah!"

Missy had snuck her right hand between the now-exposed
sleek thighs and slipped three fingers into the shocked
teacher's still-ready vagina!  Laura instinctively jerked
her hips forward to escape, but inadvertently slammed her
fragile clitoris into the leading edge of the heavy
wooden desk.

"Uh!" she gasped as her eyes crossed.  She jerked her
hips back, not caring that they would be completely
exposed through the opening, but it was too late.  Even
through the padding of the comforter, the effect of the
blow was merciless!

"Yes?" Mrs. Sullivan asked primly.

Close to fainting, Laura had to lean heavily over the top
of the desk, supporting herself on her hands and arms
through the comforter to keep from falling.  Her mouth
was opened, yet she could not speak.  Despite her wounded
crotch, Missy's unexpected hand was causing lightening
bolts of excitement to streak through her befuddled mind,
but she was too stunned to do anything about it!

She helplessly felt the comforter open along the full length
of her back and hang forward, falling completely away
from her hips and front.  It hung for a brief moment from
her neck, then the fastening slipped from the strain and
her only covering fell onto the secretary's desk before
it slipped to the floor, taking half the contents of the
desktop with it.

Laura was horrified.  She was naked in front of Mrs.
Sullivan, and Missy was still doing things to her from
behind!

"I take it then that you see my point?" asked Mrs.
Sullivan as she reached out and delicately traced Laura's
erect nipples with the tips of her fingers.  "I may hold
your things for you until the end of school?"  The
secretary cupped the trembling Laura's high-set breasts
and then hefted them, first one and then the other, as if
she were trying to guess their weight. "Good," the
secretary murmured.  "Very good."

Laura was breathless!  What was happening here?  She
could not believe how quickly and how strongly her body
was reacting, even in this dazed state.  If they didn't
stop soon, she was going to climax, right in front of
Mrs. Sullivan!

"Don't forget the car," Missy quietly said behind the
gasping Laura, as she worked her hand gleefully on the
greedily grasping cunt.

"Thank you, my dear, for reminding me.  Miss Papadakis,
your wreck of a car had to be towed away this morning
because it was a fire hazard.  You'll be receiving the
bill for the tow and the ensuing cleanup of the parking
lot in about a week.  Since you now don't have an way of
getting to and from school, Miss Manchester was kind
enough to ask on your behalf for a bus pass.  You may
pick it up after school with the rest of your things.

"Your bus, number 69, passes your street at 7:30, and
leaves the school promptly at 4:30, so arrange your
schedule accordingly.  The bus will not wait for you if
you are late, so be on time for a change.  You appear as
if you have something to say.  Well, what is it?"

"Ah-ah-ahhh!" Laura cried helplessly as a wonderful
orgasm washed through her!

"No complaints, then?  Good.  You may go.  Take her out
of here, please, Miss Manchester.  I have things to
attend to.  Oh, you had better wrap her up first,
Melissa, before leaving.  That's a good girl.  Have a
very special day, the both of you.  Teach well, Miss
Papadakis, teach well."

*****

A badly shaken Laura was crouching in the crowded hall
outside of the principal's office, holding her throbbing
sex under the comforter with both hands.  Still reeling
from the effects of her most recent experience, she had
no idea what she was suppose to do next.  She looked
around but Missy had gone.  Panting badly, she
desperately tried to recover from her last climax.

It must be between classes, because she noticed the halls
were teaming with people.  Laura was becoming very
conscious of the calls and whistles of the passing
students and teachers, and turned to make sure her back
was pressed tightly against the wall.  What had gotten
into everyone today?

She could feel her vaginal fluids seeping from her still
lightly pulsing sex and trickling down the inside of her
thighs.  Ashamed at herself, she knew she could not go
through the remainder of the school day like this.  She
badly needed someone's help!

A bubbling Mr. Playfair stopped in front of her.

"Feeling better, I trust?"

"Oh, y-yes," Laura gasped as she guiltily let go of
herself and jerked upright.  "I'm just fine, now.  Thank
you."

"Excellent.  Now I can have my office back.  You know, we
have just had some perfectly splendid news.  It seems
that our poor Susan has been released from the sanitarium
far earlier than anyone expected.  She has been out for
some time now, in fact.  She has been deemed as being
completely recovered by her doctor and has already
applied to have her teaching certificate reinstated.
Isn't that marvelous?"

"Marvelous," Laura said dully as she finally got her
breathing under control.  "Excuse me, Mr. Playfair, but
who are we talking about?"

"Why our own Susan Jennings, of course.  Your
predecessor.  Our counselor, Marion, is very excited
about it."

"Oh.  I see.  How...how will this affect me?"

"I understand your concerns perfectly.  We must be fair
about this.  Miss Jennings was slated for here first,
after all.  But, don't worry, Miss Papadakis.  There is
sufficient work for all, I think.  You'll divide up the
classes between you, but I believe Susan should take over
your duties with the astronomy and theater groups,
leaving you still in charge of assemblies.  As for the
HR-F course, let's see.  Although it was Susan's idea,
you're the one the school board has been in contact with,
so you must definitely continue on in that capacity.
Susan probably will not be too happy about that, but it's
really out of my hands now.  Anyway, I am sure that we
are quite a while before making any major changes just
yet.  It usually takes a very long time to be reinstated
in this state, although Susan can be quite determined
when she wants to be."

"Yes, Mr. Playfair.  I understand, I think."

"It will be good to have her back again.  She was as
popular with the students as you seem to be, Miss
Papadakis.  They are always talking about you, you know?
Especially today.  What have you been doing with them?"

"Just my job, sir," said Laura weakly.

"Of course.  Yes, it will be good to have Susan back.
Pity her return had to occur under such tragic
circumstances."

The hairs on the back of Laura's neck suddenly stood up
and she shivered under her comforter.  "What happened?"

Mr. Playfair looked around the rapidly clearing hall.  "I
couldn't possibly talk about such things, especially with
so many of these young people wandering about here.
'Little pitchers,' you know?"

He waited a few moments until the hall was finally clear
of students, then in a harsh whisper that could not be
heard more than two floors away, he said to the wincing
Laura,

"It was her doctor.  The one who released her.  They said
it was the last thing she did before she died.  Such a pity.
And they must have been getting along so well, too.  Why,
according to the police the woman had even made Susan
her sole beneficiary about a week before she...she released
her.  How sad.  They must have been very close.  Not
surprising really.  Our Susan always had that affect on people.
Such a joy to be with."

"The doctor," asked Laura with a sick feeling in her
stomach.  "What happened to her doctor?"

"Committed suicide, according to the police.  No question
about it.  Still, who would have believed that an
obviously intelligent and attractive woman like that
would kill herself in such a fashion.  Far too young, and
with so much to live for, to do anything like that.
Terrible."

"What...what happened?"

Mr. Playfair turned a deep red.  "She...  I couldn't
possibly...  Oh, no!  Completely out of the question," he
muttered, and darted into his office.

Laura was alone in the hall.  She suddenly felt very
dizzy and leaned with her back against the wall for
support.  She dimly remembered Missy's confession about
her relationship with Jennings and what she had
eventually done to her.  She had discounted it then as
just the boastful lies of a naive youth trying to cope
with something she couldn't possible understand, yet now
she wasn't so sure.  The unknown fate of the doctor for
some reason sent a chill right down her spine!  Judging
from Mr. Playfair's reaction, Laura was sure it was
something sexual.  First the counselor and now the
doctor.  Could her beloved Missy be somehow involved?
Impossible!  How ridiculous that would be, even to think
such a thing.  Yet, she had to find out what happened to
that poor doctor, and quickly.

Still feeling very light-headed, but with her breathing
finally under control, Laura padded down the deserted
hall, the smooth marble cool against the soles of her
bare feet.  She should in her next class right now, but
there was something she had to do first.  There was only
one person she was sure would know everything there was
to know concerning Susan Jennings, and that was New
Berlin's own girl's counselor, Marion Stratton.

Laura only hoped that the woman would be in a better mood
than she was the last time Laura had gone to see her.
The counselor had gone into near hysterics at the very
mention of Jennings' name.  With Susan now "released" and
"fully recovered," perhaps it will be easier trying to
find out just what the hell was going on around here with
this Jennings-person.

On the wall right next to the counselor's office was
taped a poorly reproduced black-and-white image that had
obviously been run off a copier.  Something familiar
about the picture made Laura stop for a moment and take a
look at it.

It took her a moment to realize what it was, and then she
almost screamed in horror!  It was a closely cropped
photo of the back of a naked woman bending over what
looked like a high wall.  The woman was completely
exposed below the waist, but nothing above the waist or
of the surrounding area could be seen.

"Whoa!" she exclaimed.  "If the school board had seen
this...!"

Across the top of the page was printed "DO YOU KNOW
HER?", while underneath the image was printed "WOULD YOU
LIKE TO?"  Along the bottom of the page were small tabs
with a phone number written on them, but only a few of
the tabs remained.  Laura looked at the phone number but
wasn't the least surprised when she failed to recognize
it.

"My God!  What a slut!" Laura said primly as she studied
the badly-lighted photo.  If this person proved to be
any of her students, she would have the girl expelled
immediately!

Not able to use her hands, she first looked to see if
anyone was around, then pulled the offending paper off
the wall with her teeth and spit it to the floor!  How
dare someone put such filth on the walls of a school for
God's sake!  What was the world coming to?

It made her mission to see the counselor even more
important.  Maybe Marion could tell her what was going
on, and help her look for any more of the offending
photos.

She stood before the closed door of the counselor's
office.  There was a sign taped to the door, "Do Not
Disturb.  Counseling In Session."

"Shit," Laura said in disappointment.  "Well, too bad.
This is an emergency."

She reached for the knob and pulled it towards her. Too
late she felt the cool air on her exposed buttocks!
Mortified, she heard a shriek of laughter behind her and,
without thinking, leapt into the presumed safety of the
half-opened doorway and slammed the door shut behind her.

The counselor's office was very dark and in her weakened
condition Laura found it terribly disorienting.  She had
no idea where anything was in the room.  It was a fairly
large room for a single office because of the group
sessions that were sometimes held there after school.

Aside from the total darkness, it was surprisingly quiet.
That's odd.  She knew that the counselor was always here
when she was talking with one of her students and had
that sign on the door.

So where was she?

Laura moved toward where she thought the light switch was
located.  She felt a sharp tug and the comforter fell to
the floor.

"Oh, hell!" she cried, as she fumbled in the dark for her
only protection.  She finally located the comforter on
the floor by the door, but it had caught on something and
she couldn't move it.

"That's just great!" she grumbled.  She tried opening the
door again, just to let in some light if for no other
reason, but could not work the security lock.  Well, she
could not do a thing in the dark, that was for certain.

She turned to the left and made her way very slowly along
the wall, fumbling for the elusive light switch, when she
heard the faint rustle of clothing and a girlish giggle
coming from somewhere in the center of the room.  Laura
froze!  She was not alone in the dark!

"Hello?" Laura called out.  "Hello?  Is that you, Marion?
Hello!  Is anyone there?  Please answer me.  I could
really use some help here!"

After a moment of unnerving silence, Laura started to
move along the wall again and immediately walked into a
hard object that was low to the floor, almost falling
over it.

"Ow!" she cried out at the sudden pain in her left shin.
She reached down and felt a low, smooth surface covered
in magazines.  "Who put this stupid table here?"

She backed quickly away, but then became even more
disoriented when she could no longer touch the wall she
had been following.

"Could someone please turn on the lights?" Laura begged,
but the only sound in her ears was her own rapid
breathing!  She must be alone.  She was feeling so crazed
right now she probably imagined the sounds she had heard
before.

Laura started to move, then stopped.  Where could she go
and not hurt herself further?  The room was spinning so
badly she desperately desired to lie down for a moment,
until the world became stable again.

"AH!" she cried as something lightly poked into her
jutting right buttock!  She spun around and yelled,
"Who's there?" into the unyielding darkness.  She
extended her arms protectively in front of her and swept
them wildly about, but found only empty space.

"Hey!  Stop that!" she yelled as another light touch
occurred behind her on her left buttock.  She swiftly
jerked around once again.

"Oh.  My head," Laura moaned as she belatedly realized
she should not have spun around so much and so quickly.
The room began a mad dance and she had to hold the sides
of her head tightly with both hands to keep it from
flying off!

There was another tentative poke and then another on her
quivering, vulnerable buttocks, but all she was capable
of doing for the moment was to hold her poor dizzy head
in her hands.

Events became overwhelming!  A mouth found her left
erect nipple and sucked it greedily before disappearing.
Something started tweaking and pulling her right nipple
before that too vanished.  Something else was probing the
puckered flesh of her anus.

My God!  No part of her was safe from these unknown
rascals!  Even her most secret flesh was being touched.
When fingers had tangled in her pubic hairs and started
pulling her, Laura had had enough.  Dizzy or not, she was
going to stop this foolishness right now.

She let go of her still swimming head and raised her
right hand high above her.  This will teach them to mess
with her!  Taking a deep breath, she brought her opened
hand down as hard as she could!

In her zeal, Laura failed to notice that the fingers in
her pubes were no longer there, and she only succeeded in
spanking herself rather smartly on the unprotected
expanse of her vulva.

"OOOoooooo!" she moaned, her hands once again holding her
wounded crotch.  Like a balloon steadily loosing its air,
Laura collapsed slowly, gracefully, until she was laying
full-length on the carpeted floor of the counselor's
office, her hands still nursing her stricken sex between
her splayed thighs.

Her last thought before passing out, as she felt the
unseen hands return to their groping of her, was that
her professors never said anything about this during her
teaching courses!

*****

Laura wearily opened her eyes to blazing lights and found
a very amused-looking Marion Stratton standing over her
prostrate nude form.

Marion turned her head to someone standing behind her and
said, "Yes.  Here she is, just like I first found her.
Beats me what she was doing.  Yes, I agree.  She should
be taken home."

Laura moved her head and shielded her eyes with her right
hand to see who Marion was talking to.  Her mouth
suddenly went dry.  She clapped her hand over her mouth
to keep from screaming.  "Oh My God!" she whispered.  It
was Bertha Wolf and she looked very happy!!

"Hello, slut," said Bertha.  "I'm your ride."

"NO!" Laura shouted and began to frantically crawl
backwards across the floor, while searching insanely for
a place to hide.  She looked behind her and saw a space
underneath the counselor's wooden desk.  Laura
immediately backed herself underneath head first and,
ignoring the electric rubbing of her erect nipples on
the unfinished wooden desk bottom, started to pull
herself along the bottom of the desk, preying that
someone would soon come into the room and save her from
this terrible woman.

But the space under the desk was much more narrow then it
first appeared, and Laura soon could not drag herself
forward any longer.  She tried to get herself back out
the way she had come but discovered to her horror that
she could not move in that direction either.

She was trapped!  Trapped underneath the desk with her
hips and legs totally exposed!

"Could you leave us for a moment?" Bertha politely asked
the counselor.

"I'd...I'd rather watch," stammered a very interested
Marion Stratton.

"Sure, honey.  Just sit over there, will you?  I'm going
to need room to work."

Laura's hips flailed madly as Bertha Wolf squatted
between the teacher's wide-spread legs.  Bertha reached
between the wildly twitching thighs and with practiced
ease inserted four fingers of her right hand into Laura's
bucking and still heavily lubricated vagina.

"Cum for me, my beautiful slut.  Cum for me, my sorority
queen.  Cum for me."

"No!" Laura shouted from under the desk.  "Never!  Get
away from me!  HELP!  SOMEBODY!!  HELP ME PLEASE!!!"

"Cum for me, my angel slut.  You love this and you know
it.  Feel how wet you are.  Cum for me, just like you've
cum for all the others."

"No!" Laura gasped.  "You can't make me!  I'm not a slut!
I'm not!  I'm a good girl!"

But the expert manipulations on her vulnerable cunt were
getting to her!  Even like this, caught naked by her
worst enemy and humiliated beyond endurance, it felt so
good, so good.  Tears of shame flowed freely down the
sides of her face as she felt herself responding more and
more to this terrible woman.  She hated this, but the
sensations coming from her abused sex were pure magic and
she was powerless to escape!

Oh God!  She was a good girl, she was not a slut!  She
knew that to be true.  But the sensations this woman was
producing within her helpless body were so sublime, so
exquisite, they proved too much for her to resist any
longer!  It just wasn't fair!  She was exhausted!  How
could she even hope to fight this!

But she would save her dignity by not cooperating with
this strange woman.  If she could no longer fight her,
she certainly would not do anything to encourage her,
either.  Laura would show her true feelings by not doing
anything.  Whatever terrible things this woman did to
her, Bertha Wolf would never truly possess her.  Never!

Exhausted and soaked with sweat, Laura stopped trying to
escape her tormentor.  She lay quietly under the desk,
trying to get her breath back in the stifling closeness
and resist the climax towards which her traitorous body
was surely building!

Bertha's constant talking was soon sending hypnotic
signals to the dazed young teacher, the horrible, obscene
words becoming branded on her overwrought brain.  Cum?
Cum for her?  She knew to her shame the woman was right,
but she would rather die then admit to anything like
that.  She wanted to cum, oh yes!  It felt so beautiful!
Her vagina always turned white-hot at times like this as
her body melted from pleasure.  But not this way, never
this way!

Bertha's thumb made loving contact with the erect
clitoris exposed before her and Laura lost her mind!

"Oh God!" she cried helplessly as her body jerked into a
rigid bow, pressing tightly against the close bottom of
the desk, as the overwhelming sensations radiating from
her sex poured through her very being.  The thumb was
removed and she was able to relax.  She couldn't take it
any more!  She was close now, so very close!  Perhaps if
she helped, just a little, she could find her release
from the terrible, wonderful pressures building within
her.

When Laura's hips started moving in time to the slow
rhythm of Bertha's wonderful thrusting hand, the woman
purred, "That's the good girl.  Now cum for me, slut.
Cum for me."

Bertha slapped the dazed teacher's succulent left buttock
and the puzzled Laura jerked her hips away from the
unexpected pain, causing them to move faster while
impaling the fingers even deeper.  Bertha slapped it
twice more and Laura's hips obediently became a blur of
motion, her buttocks slamming into the carpet, her firm
breasts dancing on her chest with the effort.

Charged by the unexpected impetus of her stinging
buttock, the confused Laura discovered that she was now
actively fucking the unwanted intruders which were
teasing her to insanity deep inside of her vulnerable
tight passage.  Oh God!  How could she, a teacher, be
doing this?

Yet Laura found it impossible to stop!  With a terrible
sense of loss, the mindless jerking of her hips quickly
grew into a frenzied effort to climax.  Unable to help
herself any longer, she pounded on and on, relentlessly.

Now when Bertha chanted, "Cum for me, my slut!", Laura
without realizing it would answer with a strident, "Yes!
Oh, Yes!"

With a mindless scream of triumph, Laura was rocked by a
mighty climax!  As her body vibrated like an over-
tightened violin string, she smacked her forehead on the
low desk bottom and almost passed out!

*****

When the nude Laura finally stopped moving, Bertha Wolf
moved her arms under the pliant teacher's knees and,
moving backwards, easily pulled her out from under the
desk.

"We've going to have such fun, you and I," Bertha
murmured lovingly.

She sat back down on the floor and drew the groggy
teacher's legs around her waist and, by cupping her
delightful buttocks, pulled the almost unconscious woman
towards her as close as was possible.  Soon Laura's
raised crotch was completely exposed and defenseless
between her out-stretched thighs on Bertha's lap, totally
open to the desires of this strange woman.  Groggily,
Laura raised her head and between her breasts saw with
horror how a calm Bertha Wolf was inspecting her steaming
sex like a child with a complicated new toy.  How
humiliating!

Totally naked and exposed, Laura was frightened to hear
an odd grunting sound.  Someone else was in the room with
them!  She turned her head to the left and was shocked to
discover the girls' counselor slumped back on a chair in
a far corner of the room.  With a look of pure bliss on
her flushed face, the woman had her eyes closed, her
blouse unbuttoned, her skirt pulled up and stained
panties down around her knees!

Moving her hand carefully up along the whimpering Laura's
flawless body, Bertha took her time inspecting every inch
she could reach.

Laura tried to clear the cobwebs clouding her mind when
her swollen labia began to receive the oddest sensations.
She could see between her obscenely spread thighs that
Bertha Wolf was now bent forward, intently at work on her
hands and mouth on her poor vulnerable sex.  Soon Laura's
hips were twitching uncontrollably at Bertha's slightest
touch!  Oh God!  She was close to cumming again!  What
was that woman doing to her?

"No more," she whispered.  "Please.  No more."

Bertha Wolf just chuckled, and continued her delightful
work on Laura's unprotected cunt.

In the midst of this humiliating ordeal, Laura snuck
another look at Marion Stratton.  She was stunned to see
that the  counselor had thrown off her clothes and was
openly fucking herself on the chair with a small rubber
dildo.  The distracted Laura just had time to remark how
truly beautiful the nude woman was before Bertha Wolf
caused her body to erupt in another devastating series of
mind-blowing orgasms!

"AH!!" the overwhelmed Laura yelled as her proud body
uncontrollably pulsed and shook under the expert
administrations of Bertha Wolf.  "OH GOD!  OH GOD!!"

"You are ready now, slut," Bertha purred silkily as she
looked with pride on the wildly thrashing nude teacher.
"Oh yes, you are."

*****

End of Book VII



