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Subject: Attitude Adjustment Book III

[lcdrjmc] Subject: Attitude Adjustment Book III (Ff+/F, reluc)
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Attitude Adjustment Book III

*****

It was Monday morning.  Laura sat up in bed and stretched
her arms high toward the ceiling.  Her firm breasts rose
higher on her chest.  Her body still tingled even after
wakening, which was odd.  She felt flushed, almost
feverish, and her nipples were rock hard.  It almost like
she'd been having sex all night, and it was still going
on!

"Must have been that dream," she muttered.  But what
a dream!

She dreamed of hands touching every inch of her naked
flesh while she was standing in front of the entire
school board!  They all stared as she stood shaking from
an impending orgasm that would never quite happen.  She
could sense the wonderful pressure that would strangely
rise within her, only to just as inexplicably fall again,
until in her dream she was reduced to actually begging,
pleading for her climax to happen.  But it never would.
A voice, a familiar voice that she couldn't quite
recognize, kept telling her,

"Not yet.  Not yet.  You are not ready."

She certainly felt ready enough, but the voice had other ideas.

Yet in her torment, she found it was highly erotic,
watching the faces of the board members looking at her in
her naked helplessness.  Laura had never had a dream so
intense or real in her life.

Last night she thought a good night's sleep was just what
the doctor ordered.  After everything that happened to
her, sleep was what she needed more than anything to be
ready for another week of teaching.  But she was even
more tired now than she was before she went to bed.

Sleep was something she thought would help clear her head
after what had happened to her over the last few days.
After such fantastic goings-on, Laura knew she wasn't
really thinking straight anymore.  In spite of how her
body kept deliciously reacting, she didn't really like
what had happened to her.  It was just that she wasn't
thinking straight, and that was what allowed her to be
consumed by what was happening.  She was sure of that.
She was a teacher after all, not some slut who got off
being touched by just anyone.

But the thought of Missy's hands on her body made her
tremble once again.  In thinking so strongly of her,
Laura could even smell the girl's subtle perfume on the
sheets covering her.

"Missy must have used these last," she said as she touched
the top sheet in wonder.

She was sure more than ever that Missy was really a good
girl at heart, just a little adventurous.  In her silent
way, touching was simply a way of expressing herself.  It
was just that Missy always got too personal with her at
all the wrong times, usually when Laura was at her most
vulnerable.  Today she would have a talk with the
teenager and straighten her out once and for all.  Yet,
in spite of everything that happened with the girl, she
did not really hold her responsible for causing her so
much distress.

Laura fully realized the extent of her own responsibility for
her current predicament with the sexually precocious student,
and she held herself to blame accordingly.  It was she after
all who first encouraged the girl to touch her, even if it was
for only an innocent neck rub after school.  How was she to
know how the girl had felt about physical contact between
people?  Yet Laura knew full well that it could not go on
like this.  If they were to spend time under the same
roof for any length of time, Laura had to regain control
of the situation or the girl would soon drive her crazy.

There was also the minor point that if anyone found out
what Missy was doing to her, Laura was positive that she
would lose her job and end up in jail for sure.  Missy
was a child and she was a woman, for God's sake!  Besides,
even two grown women shouldn't be touching each other so
intimately like that!  It just wasn't right, regardless
of how eagerly her traitorous body responded.

Satisfied that she was on the correct path, Laura thought
that, tired or not, it was probably time for her to get
up anyway.  Still a little sleepy, Laura turned and
looked at the clock.

"6:59!  Damn.  The alarm didn't go off!  I'll be late!"

With her eyes barely opened, Laura staggered out of the
water bed and ran across the hall to the bathroom she now
shared with Missy, to at least wash her face before
getting dressed and racing to school.  As she walked, she
was consciously having to ignore the odd feelings coming
from her pulsating sex.

The hot water felt good as it splashed against her eyes.
Clumsy in her fatigue, a lot of water ran down her body.
She shivered when the water dripped down her bare
breasts, causing her nipples to harden even more.
Several drops ran down into her naval, then toward her
pubic hair.  The feeling shocked her and she looked down.
She was completely naked!

"Where are my pajamas?" she wondered.

She had worn them last night, she knew it!  She didn't remember
waking up in the middle of the night and taking them off.

Suddenly worried, she ran back to her room on shaky legs
to look for them.  Not seeing them any where, she
stumbled over to her dresser and opened the second
drawer.

"Phew!  There they are!  And I was so sure that
I had put them on, too," the dazed Laura muttered aloud
as she walked back to the bathroom.

"I must be losing my mind."

She finished washing her face and grabbed a towel to dry
herself off.  She started with her thighs and moved
upward.  Slowly she wiped the water that had dripped down
her nude body.  She rubbed the towel through her pubic
hair, then between her legs to get any water that might
have dripped there.

When the towel touched her clit, Laura's mind exploded.
Staggering back, Laura sat down on the edge of the bath
tub and looked incredulously at her pussy.  Her clitoris
and labia were amazingly swollen and sensitive, as if she
had masturbated all night.

"God, what a dream!"

She got up and looked in the mirror.
"Oh, my!" she exclaimed.  Her face was flushed, her
nipples were rock hard.

Blushing deeply, she looked guiltily at her reflection.
She looked just like that day eight years ago after she
had discovered that touching herself could produce such
wonderful feelings.  That day she was left alone at home
and had masturbated for hours.  The only reason she
finally stopped was because her clit had become so
sensitive she just couldn't stand to touch it anymore.

So why did she look like that down there now?  She had
obviously been alone.  She was sure of that.  The dream
must have caused her to do it to herself!  Laura
remembered her vivid need to cum during the dream and she
still could feel it faintly throbbing in her vagina even
now.

"Wow," she breathed.  She was in such an emotional frenzy
over everything that happened this weekend that she must
have played with herself all night.  She had done it to
herself.  What madness!  But the dream!  In her dream,
she couldn't use her hands at all, either in the
beginning to protect herself or later to bring herself to
climax.  It was like they had been frozen at her sides.

"Great!" she groaned weakly.  "Where's Freud when you
really need him?"

That's just what she needed in her life right now,
bizarre erotic dreams that left her turned on while she
slept and Missy's playful hands on her while she was
awake.

"I'd better find my own place soon before I really do go
crazy."

Laura gently wiped the water from her body, trying
desperately not to turn herself on again in the process.
She knew she didn't have time for this.  She had to get
to school and get her room and herself ready for the
day's classes.  She could not afford any more delays.

Laura dashed back to her room to get dressed for work.
She'd make sure she would wear much more conservative
clothes this time.  Missy seemed to get more playful with
her the more exciting she dressed, and that was the last
thing she wanted to happen.  She never was able to get
the girl alone long enough this wild weekend and have
that badly needed talk she wanted to have with her, and
she was worried that Missy still might not understand the
proper relationship between a student and her teacher,
especially when they were living at the same house.

"Shit!  Where the hell are all my clothes?" Laura
shrieked as she stared into an almost-empty closet.

The only thing still hanging was a blouse-and-skirt outfit
that she'd purchased years ago and a pair of shoes that
weren't even hers.

She had gotten the skimpy outfit when she was 16 and
secretly teased everyone at school like crazy.  Then it
was just right.  But now she was a grown woman with a
serious profession and it was not right at all.  The
outfit was far too daring, and probably too small as
well, for her to wear anymore, and she had been meaning
to pass it on to some deserving younger cousin for some
time.

Laura snatched the outfit from the closet and found a
neatly printed note pinned to the front of the blouse.
She angrily threw the outfit on the bed, and then turned
to stare helplessly into the empty closet once again.

"There has to be something else," she said grimly.
"There just has to be!"

But she knew that time was running out and she was out of
options.  She had to leave within the next few minutes,
otherwise she would never make it!  She turned back to
the bed and read the note on the blouse.

Laura,

All your clothes were so musty from being in the basement
that I took them to be cleaned.  You should have them all
back this afternoon.  The only one I could find that was
at least presentable I left for you to wear.  Your shoes
seemed to be in the same state, so I took those as well.
I left you a pair that I think will fit you perfectly.

Doris

"What?" screamed Laura as she looked at the note again in
disbelief.  She wanted to find Doris and get her clothes
back, but a quick glance at the clock told her that the
Manchesters had already been gone for at least 30
minutes.  She had to wear what she had, and fast.  There
was no time for anything else!

Laura looked back at the shoes in the closet.  "Oh, God."

*****

Laura sat in her car in the school parking lot with
butterflies in her stomach.  This was crazy.  She
couldn't teach any of her classes wearing this outfit.
Calling in sick would have been an option, if she had
been on the job longer than three weeks.  She had no
choice.  Maybe the outfit was not that bad, and it was
just her imagination.  She had after all worn it to this
very school for over a year and never had any problems
with it, although she remembered with glee some boys who
certainly did.  The top was tight here and there, and the
skirt was certainly short, but not as bad as she had seen
other women wear.  All she had to do was get to class and
act normally.  After that, things would be fine.

Taking a deep breath, Laura opened the door and stepped
out into the almost-full parking lot.  She reached back
in for her overloaded brief case, shut the door and
started walking to the school.

It was unusually cool day for early September, with the
wind blowing out of the north.  The minute the breeze hit
her, she realized just how bare she really was.  The
breeze quickly blew up her shapely legs and under the
short denim skirt.  It seemed to be blowing right on her
still-tingling sex!  It would not have been so bad if only
she had been able to wear panties.  However, the only
pair she could find in her frantic rush to get dressed
must have been an old one of Missy's, because they were
so small she could not even get them over her hips.  She
thought then she would be safe enough today in just her
pantyhose.

She looked down at her legs with a worried look now.  On
her feet she wore a pair of sandals with a four-inch heel
and only two tiny retaining straps with a tiny white lace
bow right in the front.  With her short skirt, her legs
looked about ten feet long.  The pantyhose did nothing
but make them look longer.  They were sheer to the waist
and oh-so slippery smooth.  They were colored nude, with
just the slightest touch of pink in them.  The color on
the package had read, "Blushing Nude."  She had laughed
at it earlier, but now that was exactly what she was
doing, blushing.

As she neared one of the school's side doors, another
breath of cool wind blew across her chest.  Rapidly her
nipples hardened and stuck out against her thin top.
Laura quickly put up her free hand to cover her breasts.
The wind had made her feel just like she was topless.
Why in God's name hadn't she just called in sick?  She
could not wear a bra because of the way the top fit.  The
white cotton top was sheer, but not sheer enough to see
through.  It was fastened in front with draw strings that
left her whole cleavage bare right down to her navel.

At 16, this was hot stuff, but now!  Oh, God!  Her chest
had not been this large then, so the top hadn't been
pulled open so wide because of her breasts. She didn't
even have time to re-string the damn thing to close the
opening.  And the skirt was longer, she was sure of it.
She had to be crazy to wear this anywhere now!  What
could she have been thinking?

To hell with it!  She would check in at the office and
get a substitute.  It would be a little late to arrange
one, but she couldn't help that.

She entered the building and First Bell rang.  "Oh, God!"
Laura said as instinct took over and she raced to her
classroom, holding her heavy brief case with both hands.

Balancing on the sandals slowed her progress but she
still tried to move as fast as she could.  She could feel
her pantyhose-covered thighs rub together, causing her
some serious tingles in her still burning crotch, while
her unencumbered breasts bounced every which way inside
the blouse.  The only thing she knew she was really doing
was making her nipples even harder as her firm breasts
moved against the cotton top.

As she hurried through the clearing halls, it felt like
every eye watched her as she jiggled along to her room.
Laura blushed again when she saw a group of boys just
staring open-mouthed at her, their eyes wide in surprise.

She thanked God that her classroom was finally only a few
doors away.  As the hall quickly emptied, all she could
hear was the continued slap-tic-click, slap-tic-click,
slap-tic-click of her sandals on the hard marble floor.
It felt like they were spanking her, saying "Bad girl,
bad girl, bad girl."

Laura now felt like a little girl all dressed up in
Mommy's high heels.  This was crazy!  Her heart pounded
as she opened her classroom door and stepped inside.

A quiet hush spread across the room as every student
turned with staring eyes at watch their teacher walk into
the room.  Missy, Laura saw, was greeting her with a
large smile.

"Good morning, everyone," she said, trying desperately to
keep her voice normal.  "Sorry I'm late.  Bad morning."

Laura had never felt so naked as she walked through the
front of the room to her desk, her swishing thighs and
tapping sandals signaling each step she took.  Laura's
mind started to spin by the time she finally reached her
desk.  It seemed like it took her 20 minutes just to
get to her seat.

"Why is it so hot in here?" she wondered as she emptied
her brief case.  Her legs were actually getting weak!  It
almost felt like she was getting turned on, but she knew
that couldn't be true.  She couldn't possible be enjoying
wearing this in front of her students, could she?

Her brief case emptied, Laura thought briefly of leaving
her it on her desk for cover, but she wouldn't be able to
do any work then.  So, she bent over and put the brief
case reluctantly in its usual spot alongside her desk.

She sat, and an icy chill ran up her spine as what felt
like her bare buttocks hit the cold seat.  "Oh!" Laura
gasped as she quickly jumped up in surprise, making her
breasts bounce yet again.

She tried to smooth the back of her skirt as she sat back
down, but as her behind hit the seat again she realized
just how short the skirt really was to sit in.  She could
feel the cold seat just touching the bottom curve of her
buttocks.  She tried covertly sliding a little down the
seat, to hide behind the desk better, but a "Gasp!" from
the class told her that her skirt had just ridden up to her
hips.  She straightened up in her chair, but couldn't
pull down her skirt without jumping up again.  Now her
nylon-covered legs felt really bare, from the tips of her
toes right up to the tops of her shapely thighs.

Laura was very conscious from her students' stares that
her desk was missing its modesty panel in front.  She
turned to the side and crossed her legs, but she knew
that no matter what she did, unless she covered herself
with a blanket her legs were completely on display to
their burning eyes, and there was nothing she could do
about it.  Absolutely nothing!

Well!  They were all here for a reason, after all, not
just to watch her make a fool of herself.  It was time to
break up the show.

"Okay, class.  This is a study period after all.  So, let's
all do something different this time, like opening a text
book and doing some homework."

*****

As Laura sat in her room and waited for the period to
end, she was very worried.  So much had happened to her
over the last three days, it was all just a confused
jumble in her mind.  She had no idea what was going to
happen this week.  Would she be called down to the
principal's office to learn of her suspension prior to a
disciplinary hearing?  What about her relationship with
the principal and his secretary?  In her anxiety and
confusion, she still was not really sure about what did
happen that Friday afternoon in the principal's office.
And what about her students, especially the two boys who
saw her up in the Light Control Room after the pep rally?
How would this all affect her relationships with her
students?

Sunday had been spent quietly as an agonized day of
indecision, along with the inevitable grading of papers and
by bed time, Laura had decided that her best course of action
would be to carry on at school as if nothing out of the
ordinary had happened.  She would get herself a Post
Office box, so that no one would know she was staying at
the Manchester's this week.  She had already called her
credit union and her favorite stores, to cancel her
stolen credit cards and order new ones.  This afternoon,
after school, she would start looking for a modest
apartment.  Doris Manchester had even offered the use of
her Internet connection to help her look.

So, all Laura really had to do this week was survive.  If
she could just make it past this week, she believed that
she would be safely out of trouble, at least with the
school, and that was all that mattered with her at the
moment.  It was vital that she do nothing that would draw
attention to herself.  Life was perfectly normal, she was
in control, and that was all there was to it.  Laura knew
she could do nothing now to jeopardize that image for
either her peers or for her employers.  She was walking
on the thinnest of eggshells right now.  This was the one
week where everything had to work.  The merest breath of
scandal and her teaching career would be finished.

The problems with her own family would just have to wait
until there came a time when she could think about those
people without wanting to throw something.

*****
Laura was glad when Study Hall was over and her first
 class had piled out the door.  She had gotten so nervous
 from all the staring eyes that she had actually started
 to sweat.  Her top was now clinging even tighter over her
 proud breasts.  Anyone could even make out the outline of
 her nipples as her own sweat began to turn the top
 transparent.  As if that weren't embarrassing enough, she
 had gotten quite wet down below as well.  Her seat was
 practically dripping from her own oozing sex as it soaked
 through the sheer pantyhose.  It was so humiliating,
especially when she finally realized what was happening to her.

It was all turning her on!  She was so excited that she
felt like screaming just for a way of relieving the
incredible tension that was building within her!  She was
reacting to the attention she was causing.  Laura
couldn't even remember when she first started to move her
shoulders back, to thrust out her firm breasts even more
for her admiring class.  Confused beyond all hope, she
closed her eyes and began to softly cry.

How had she gotten herself into such an mess?  All she
ever wanted to be was a teacher.  But now!  Now she felt
like a complete slut, dressed in an outfit that was even
a little too daring to wear when she was a tease back in
high school, this high school.  The outfit was so bad she
had had to sneak out of the house in a raincoat whenever she
wanted to wear it.  To wear it now was truly insane.  If
Mr. Playfair ever saw her in it, she would probably be
fired on the spot.

"Oh, hell!  What a disaster!" Laura moaned.

She was sure that Missy, her Missy, was behind this
somehow.  Laura was so sure that the girl meant well, but
it never seemed to work out that way.  She would have to
live with the Manchesters until she could find another
place somewhere.  She would have to live with Missy!

She started taking slow, deep breaths in order to calm
herself down.  She had her next class to go to, but Laura
was in no hurry.  She knew her room would be empty for
the next period and she wanted to postpone the remainder
of the day's terrible ordeal for a little while at least.
She wanted no one else to see her in this obscene outfit.

"What?" Laura cried when she felt someone's hands on her
shoulders.

She turned in her chair and saw the concerned face of
Missy behind her.

"Oh, Missy!  What am I going to do?" Laura sobbed
desperately.

Missy put her head next to Laura's ear and whispered,

"Just relax.  You're too tense."  Her hands began to work
the stiff cords on her neck.

"Missy!" Laura pleaded as she turned to face the desk
again.  "Please, no.  I have a class to go to."

The hands continued their magic and Laura dropped her own
lifeless hands in her lap.  She closed her eyes and
leaned back in her chair as she waited for Missy's
wonderful hands to take away her suffering.  Laura knew
that this was the wrong time and place, especially now
when she was feeling so especially...anxious, but just a
little blessed relief was all that she wanted.  It
wouldn't hurt to let Missy give her a tiny neck rub
before she went to her next class.  It wouldn't hurt at
all.

Laura's heart began to race as Missy's hands gently
rubbed the nap of her neck.  It was as if the girl knew
exactly which points on her body to press or rub to cause
her to simply melt inside.  Where Missy had developed
such expert and highly intimate knowledge of a woman's
body, Laura could not imagine.  What was especially
mysterious was how the teenager had quickly become so
confident with her body.  She moved over Laura's body as
if she and it were old friends, as if it belonged to her
in fact.  It was something of a puzzlement to the
confused teacher.

As Missy's hands worked her, Laura's mind drifted back to
the shower and the wonderful feeling that ran through her
body when both Missy and Doris were just helping her
wash.  She was sure they didn't do anything sexual.  They
were just assisting her in the small shower, but her body
had responded to their innocent touches and she had
exploded like a sky rocket.  Later that next day, when
she had realized what had happened, it had embarrassed
her tremendously.  Thank God the two never noticed.  It
was just like that time in the Jacuzzi, when she had her
little accident there.  If anyone had realized what she
had done, she certainly would have died from the
disgrace!

She felt Missy's hands move out from her neck to her
shoulders under the blouse.  Laura felt herself finally
begin to relax and she laid her head up against Missy's
soft tummy.  She couldn't believe how nice the girl's
hands felt today.  She could hardly keep from purring her
contentment every time the teenager's hands would rub her
shoulders, then return to her neck.

Laura thought she could feel a slight tug on the draw-
string in front of her blouse every time Missy moved her
hands, but it was probably just her overheated
imagination.

Missy's touch soon had her mind spinning.  As the massage
continued, Laura felt herself slipping more and more
away.  Soon it was all she could do to keep from moaning
out loud.  It felt so good!  She knew she should stop
her, but Laura was so dazed that all she could do was sit
there panting as she felt even her sex begin to heat up
even more then before.  She tightly crossed her thighs to
try and control the growing sensations coming from
between her legs.

After a time Laura was dimly aware that something was
different.  Finally she realized that it was her top.
She couldn't understand how her top had gotten to be so
comfortable.  It just wasn't tight at all now.

Laura felt a sudden chill, as if she had no top on at
all.  It was then replaced by a warm feeling which cupped
both her breasts.  She wanted to open her eyes to see,
but was afraid of what it might be.  She knew it was just
her mind, her sick mind, at work again confusing her.  It
had to be.  Otherwise, Missy would actually be touching
her chest right in the middle of her classroom.

Yet she could feel her firm breasts being squeezed by
fingers, the nipples hardening against smooth palms.  She
almost died from pleasure as she felt her nipples openly
being pinched and pulled between the fingers holding her.

Laura felt Missy's hands on her waist pulling her gently
up.  She rose unsteadily to her feet, only to be pushed
forward over her desk.  She felt the cool paper of her
large desk-top calendar press directly against the bare
skin of her upper body, her breasts flattening beneath
her.

She felt her short skirt being flipped up, and she
realized that she was now revealing her entire pantyhose-
covered behind to her most beloved student.

"'Blushing Pink,' my favorite," Missy giggled as Laura
felt her vulnerable ass cheeks being clutched by eager
hands.

Laura's mind was too far gone to even care what was
happening to her.  All she knew was that her body was on
fire, every inch of it.  Classroom or not, she was not
going to stop Missy from doing anything now.  She should
have felt ashamed at what Missy was doing to her, but the
hands and the mind-boggling thought of being so
helplessly exposed in public had her too weak to even
moan a protest.

She felt the fingers find their way into her waistband
and swiftly tug the pantyhose down to her ankles.  "So
sexy," Missy murmured as Laura felt fingers trace the
narrow thong tan line that ran between her perfect golden
half-moons.

Laura melted when she felt Missy take each bare cheek in
her hands and start to knead the firm flesh.  Her mind
could think of nothing but Missy's exquisite hands
squeezing her behind.  It was so wrong to let it happen,
especially here in her own classroom where anyone could
walk right in and find them.  It made her feel so dirty
she couldn't stand it!  Yet, at the same time it was so
delicious, so thrilling to be exposed like this!  She
felt like such a slut!

Laura's hips trembled when she felt one of Missy's hands
slide between her legs.

"You are a bad girl, aren't you?" Missy purred.  "You've
wet yourself!"

Laura's mind was in a turmoil.  Oh, God!  She knows!  She
knows!  She jumped when she received a sharp slap to her
right buttock!

SMACK!

"OUCH!!" Laura yelled at the unexpected contact.  The
blow cleared her head somewhat, and she tried to raise
herself off the desk.

"Get back down," Missy ordered quietly.  "You've been
very bad.  My Mom used to spank me for doing what you
have done.  I think you need the same."

Laura was pushed back down and hit on both cheeks
in quick succession.

SMACK, SMACK!

"Missy, stop that!" Laura squealed, her mind now almost
clear.

Oh, God!  She was being spanked again!

"I'm...I'm your teacher, not some child!"

"Is that right?" Missy scolded.  "I don't think a grown
woman would have gotten wet by someone simply massaging
their shoulders, do you?"

She hit each quivering cheek twice.

"OOOOOhhh!  Missy, please!" Laura groaned as she
continued to attempt to rise from her vulnerable position
over the desk.

"Just stay still, so you can take your punishment.  That
is, before someone comes in and sees what you've done."

"Oh, God!" Laura cried.

She had almost forgotten where she was.  She quickly
turned her head and faced the closed door.  Missy was right.
My God!  What if someone came in and saw her like this?

What could she say?  "I was just letting a student give me a
massage, and my clothes fell off?"

Her life would be over!

Laura stopped struggling and laid down across the desk.

"Just get it over with," she whispered, defeated.

"Good!  Now be still!" Missy crowed.

Missy began to slap first one cheek and then another, in
a slow, deliberate rhythm.  Laura could feel her buttocks
stop shaking before the next blow.

After 20 swats, Laura began to cry, not from the pain but
for the complete mess she had gotten herself into.  She
deserved to be spanked for all to see.  She never should
have let Missy ever touch her like she had done.  This
was fitting.  She almost hoped someone would see, to make
her embarrassment and humiliation complete.

As the spanking continued, Laura began to feel the
excitement begin to build in her sex.  It was almost as
if she were being deliberately teased into arousal while
she was being spanked.  How ridiculous she knew, to
become excited while being punished!  Yet the sensations
continued to grow and there was nothing she could do to
stop them.  Ashamed, she could feel her vaginal
lubricants running down her inner thighs.

Before long Laura sensed that her humiliation was soon to
be over.  The blows were coming slower and slower on her
poor abused buttocks.  She was thankful in that at least
she was to be spared the ultimate humiliation of cumming
once again from Missy's touch.  She had been so close,
she could even smell it in the room.

Suddenly Laura felt something actually touching her!
Touching her sex!  It couldn't be Missy!  She'd never
dare touch her right here in the open!  God, no!  It was
only her over-heated imagination which was telling her
there was something there.  It was so real, though.  Just
like the feeling she had so long ago in Mr. Playfair's
office.  There was nothing there then, either, she was
sure of it!  But her mind had been thinking there was,
and she had climaxed right there in the office!  Now the
feeling had suddenly appeared again.  It was crazy!  The
sensation began to make the terrible, wonderful pressure
within her really build swiftly now.  She was getting
wetter by the moment.  She was becoming extremely ready!

Laura desperately wanted to stop it, but the spanking and
the heat growing between her legs had her too weak to
even move.  All she could do was moan,

"OOOOHHHH GOD!"

Soon Laura never even felt Missy's hand spanking her
anymore.  All she could feel was the burning which ran
through her sex directly into her brain.  It was going to
happen.  She was going to humiliate herself in front of
her 14-year-old student once again and cum.  Laura tried
to think of anything else in order to stop it, but,
everything she thought of quickly melted away as the
pressure continued to build in the glowing furnace of her
crotch.

In time Laura dimly realized that the spanking had
actually stopped, but something truly fantastic was now
happening between her thighs.  She was being deliberately
driven to a climax.  Yet, all she could do was continue
to moan helplessly and push her behind toward the feeling
that she had once been so sure was just in her dazed and
blasted brain.

Her resistance crumbled as the insidious pressure finally
became too much for her.  The room started to spin as
Laura's mind, filled now only with a terrible need for
release, went blank.  "NNNNNNNOOOOO!" she cried as her
whole body tensed.

She climaxed violently, then fell motionless on top of
her desk.

Laura lay there semi-conscious, her mind a void, as her
body tried to recover from this latest assault.  She felt
her pantyhose being pulled back up, the crotchband and
seat now completely soaked with her still flowing vaginal
fluids.  Through half-closed eyes Laura watched her
student gleefully lick her juices from her slender
fingers before she returned her to her chair, her behind
burning nicely with the contact.  Missy fixed her top,
but only after making sure it was much looser than
before, which Laura dully realized would mean she would
now be showing quite a bit more cleavage than before.

Before passing out completely, Laura felt Missy push her
hair out of her eyes and then kiss her.

"See you later," Missy giggled before she left.

*****

Giggling!  In her dream, Laura was positive she heard the
sound of giggling and even laughing.  How odd!  She never
dreamed about people giggling.  She awoke, then sat up in
her desk's chair in shock.

"My God!" she gasped.

She was in a classroom full of students!  Even Missy, looking
impassive, was in her usual seat.  And her students were all
watching her!  Watching her as she sat with her practically
naked legs sprawled under her short skirt, and her revealing top
opened even wider than previously.  Watching her!  Oh,
God!  It was so exciting!  Watching her!  She pressed her
thighs tightly together as she frantically suppressed a
sudden impulse to cum.

"Oh, God!  Missy!  What have you done to me?" Laura
whispered in despair, her face flushed, her body
trembling with excitement in front of the class.

It wasn't fair!  Why did she have to dress like this
today?  Being in her special clothes had always made her
feel super sexy, but this was too much!  After her
incident with Missy, she felt like a bitch in heat with
all those eyes on her, undressing her, loving her.

She was surrounded by teenagers simply glowing with youth
and vitality.  How could she not be affected?  How could
she ignore such a thing?  Especially the girls!  Laura
felt herself start to tremble but she couldn't stop
thinking about them.

Look at them all sitting there, with their glowing hair,
firm bodies, and budding sexuality, just waiting to be
plucked like the ripe fruit they are!

Oh, God!  She almost came again, thinking about her
female students!  Why was she always fixating on girls
lately?  She had never done that.  Teasing helpless men
and boys, that had always been her game.

Her crotch squished wetly as she sat forward in her
chair.  Her erect nipples were practically drilling
holes in her revealing top, yet she still had her spine
straight and her shoulders thrown back to emphasize her
firm, high-set breasts.  Her thrusting breasts pulled her
top open even farther, until Laura could clearly feel the
cool air on the sides of her heated and obviously semi-
exposed breasts.

This was hopeless.  She felt like cumming again with all
those eyes on her chest.  Oh God!  Would this nightmare
never end?  Her clothes were a complete mess, soaked with
sweat and...and her secretions.  She had to get out of this
fuck-me outfit as soon as possible!  It was driving her
crazy!  At least she had to re-string the front of her
top to something a little less revealing.

She realized there was only one thing to do, cancel this
class and get to the teacher's lounge for a quick cleanup
and a chance to get her shattered mind together.

She stood on trembling legs and said loudly,

"Class diss...  Mr. Playfair!"

Oh, no!  The principal had just walked into her classroom
and was heading for the empty back row.  Damn!
She couldn't even turn around and discreetly fix her top
now!

"Good morning, everyone," he said pleasantly.  "Don't
mind me, Miss Papadakis.  I just wanted the pleasure of
seeing you in action.  Please continue with your lesson."

She watched in horror as he sat at an empty desk and
pulled out a small notebook and pen from a jacket pocket.

"An... an honor to have you, sir.  All right, everyone.  As I
was saying, class discussion today will be on this week's
assignment, 'The Red Badge of Courage'.  Now, can anyone
tell me when this story was supposed to take place?"

As the class began to respond, Laura tried to keep her
heated thoughts on the classic novel, but it was no use.
Being stared at by her students had brought her to the
edge and there was no where she could go to escape their
all-consuming gaze, especially with Mr. Playfair sitting
there, taking notes like mad.

The urge to climax seemed to be strongest when she was
still, so she decided to that the best thing to do was to
keep moving about the classroom.

The odd thing was, the class seemed very animated for a
change.  Her students, even those who hadn't read it,
actually talked about the book and the ideas it
represented with intelligence and enthusiasm.

As she started her slow circuit of the classroom, Laura
began to perceive just how lovely some of her female
students really were.  Funny how she had never noticed it
before, but she had some true beauties in this class.

By the time Laura had almost walked completely around the
room, she felt confident she had her runaway emotions
finally under control.  It had taken every ounce of her
self-control not to run screaming from the room, but she
had done it.

Finding herself by Missy's desk, Laura deliberately
turned her back on the outrageous teenager and addressed
the class.  No wonder no one else wanted to sit within two
desks of her.  This girl was insane!

Laura looked at the wall clock over the door.  5 minutes
to go, which made it summary time.

"Okay, class.  What have we learned today?"

A large boy at the other end of the room began to make a
not-very-successful football analogy.  Laura noted with
approval how everyone in the class turned towards him.
Usually they just ignored whoever was speaking.

She jumped when she felt two hands move underneath her
skirt and swiftly pull down the back of her pantyhose.
Missy!  Oh, God!  Missy!  She had forgotten about Missy
being behind her!

Before she could move away, she felt a hand slide into
the lowered back of her pantyhose and slip between the
tops of her thighs.  Her ready cunt received several
quick thrusts before the hand was removed and she
received a firm push on her bare buttocks.  A stunned
Laura stumbled away from Missy's desk but caught herself
with her hands on an empty desk before she fell.

She knew that the class was staring at her, but Laura
could now feel the climax rising swiftly within her and
there was nothing she could do about it.  The bell ending
the period rang as she staggered quickly toward her desk,
and she tried to wave her students good-bye as she went.

The full delicious fury of her climax struck as she
reached her desk.  Laura could only fall helplessly into
her chair and bend completely over behind the desk as her
body spasmed!  She blindly opened a bottom desk drawer
and held onto it fiercely as her vagina pulsed madly.
She dimly hoped everyone would think she was looking for
something until her body calmed down again.

Oh, God!  She was cumming!  She was actually cumming in
front of her class!  How could Missy do this to her?  How
could she?

"Miss Papadakis, are you all right?" she heard Mr.
Playfair ask.

Oh, God!  She had forgotten about the principal being
there.  She held up a shaking right forefinger as a
request to wait as her body continued to convulse happily
from her long-denied orgasm.

Finally the monstrous pulsations from her cunt subsided
and the gasping Laura was able to start breathing more or
less normally.  She slowly sat up in her chair and looked
at the concerned face of Mr. Playfair.

"What in the world is going on with you, Laura?" he asked
kindly.

"Sorry," Laura panted.  "I...I choked on a... a dust bunny.  A
big one."

"Oh, my.  Are you all right?"

"Yes, Mr. Playfair.  I'm just fine now, although that
bunny did take a lot out of me," a flushed Laura
explained as she patted her upper chest with the palm of
her right hand.

"Yes, I guess it did at that.  Your students thought you
were having a serious asthma attack.  Now that you are
fully recovered, I would like you to please accompany me
to my office.  There is something that I must talk with
you about."

Oh, God!  This is it.  Fired for sure.

"I...I do have another class coming up."

"Please."

"Yes, Mr. Playfair."

As Laura got up out of her chair, she was conscious of an
odd cool sensation on her upper buttocks.  She was
walking down the hall with the Principal when she
realized that Missy hadn't fixed her pantyhose.  About
half of her behind was now bare under her short skirt and
there wasn't a thing she could do about it!

As they passed through the outer office, Mr. Playfair
said,

"Mrs. Sullivan, could you join us for a moment?"

"Certainly, Mr. Playfair."

Inside the office, Laura was relieved to see Mr. Playfair
sit behind his desk.  She stood a few feet in front of
his desk and tried to think of what he wanted from her
this time.  Another apology perhaps?  She prayed that
whatever it was, it would be something that was quick and
easy.  Mrs. Sullivan this time had chosen to stand close
behind her.

"First, I wanted to congratulate you on your fine class
last period.  I have never head such a difficult topic be
so well received by a group of students before.  It was a
quite excellent demonstration of your teaching abilities.
I understand that you really desire to be sent to our
elementary school, but if you continue to teach as well
as you have been for the remainder of the year, I will
have no problem recommending that you join us on a
permanent basis next year at the new school."

"Thank you, Mr. Playfair.  That's very kind of you to
say.  It has been a very confusing time for me lately.
I'm not so sure exactly where I would like to be next
year anymore."

"Well, then.  Keep an open mind.  You may be surprised at
the opportunities you may find here that you would not
have by teaching elsewhere.

"I'm beginning to realize that."

"Good.  You should have seen her this morning, Mrs.
Sullivan.  She was very good.  Why, the class could not
take their eyes off her for the entire period."

"I can imagine," Mrs. Sullivan said dryly.

"Now, I have some great news for you, Laura.  The
materials for your Human Relations-F course have finally
arrived, and you are to begin this afternoon."

"Oh, no!  Not today!  Please!  I'm...I'm not at all ready.
Besides, it's not even Friday."

"Nonsense!  You will do just fine.  We've rearranged the
school's schedule a bit so that the course will be run at
the end of every Monday-Wednesday-Friday for the
remainder of the term."

"Why?"

"It seems that the course prospective has been making the
rounds of the state capital, and the education people
there are very interested in how the course will work
out.  California was planning something similar for next
year, but we beat them to it."

"What about my other classes?

"Look here at the schedule.  We have rearranged
everything."  Mr. Playfair went over to a long white
board where the school's schedule was colorfully
displayed.

"Your students have all been notified, of course.  It's
funny, but according to administration, your class will
consist almost totally of the cream of the female student
body, including one new student who just enrolled and
specifically requested the course.  Wonder how she heard
of it?  Since she easily met the course requirements as
established by Susan Jennings, we let her in as well
Anyway, your students are, for the most part, quite
intelligent and are all very beautiful.  Or so I've been
told, anyway.  I'm envious.  I'm also very glad you are
teaching this course and not one of your male colleagues.
It's much safer that way, for everyone."

Mr. Playfair turned to the board and began discussing
all the changes needed to accommodate the new schedule.

Laura stiffened when she felt the back of her skirt being
tucked up.

Mrs. Sullivan!

She tried not to cry out as hands started pulling the
back of her pantyhose further down, until it
was bunched in the bottom crease of her behind.

"That's more like it," Mrs. Sullivan murmured with
satisfaction.

Oh, God!  Now her buttocks were exposed, while the
front of her pantyhose had now been lowered as well, to
almost her pubic hair.  Mrs. Sullivan!

Her skirt fell back into place and the confused Laura
wondered what had gotten into everyone today.

Mr. Playfair turned to face her again and said, "So, any
questions?"

"Ah...ah.  Oh, yes.  The course materials?  What are they?
All I've seen are item numbers."

"I'm afraid that is all what anyone has seem of them.  It
seems your predecessor, Miss Jennings, had quite a mania
for secrecy.  The materials all came in plain brown
wrappings, and she left the strictest instructions that
only the course teacher could open them.  Somewhat
unusual, to say the least.  But, I'm sure the state
school board approved everything, otherwise why would
they allow the course, eh?"

Laura jumped when she heard the secretary say from behind
her,

"Mr. Playfair, could you point out the Friday schedule again?"

"Certainly, Mrs. Sullivan."

As Mr. Playfair turned once again to the schedule, Laura
trembled as she felt her breasts being firmly cupped by
Mrs. Sullivan's hands, her nipples softly pinched.  Then
the material of her top on both sides received a sharp
tug, before the stealthy hands disappeared as quickly as
they had come.  Her already loosened top was now opened
even more.  She looked down and saw with horror that her
cleavage was almost exposed to her obviously erect
nipples!

"Any other questions?  Oh, my.  I almost forgot.  We've
changed the room.  Miss Jennings' requirements stated
that a quiet, out-of-the-way room without windows was
preferred, so we've cleaned up one of our store rooms in
the basement for you.  I've been down to look it over and
it's really quite pleasant.  All the boxes containing
your materials have already been taken down there.
Anyway, Mrs. Sullivan here has all the details, so, good
luck to you!"

"Th-thank you, sir," mumbled a dazed Laura as Mrs.
Sullivan's hand casually traced the delightful contours
of her trembling buttocks.

"By the way, Miss Papadakis.  If you think we treat every
new course like this, you are very wrong.  It is only
because of the very high level of interest that we are
making such an effort on your behalf.  That, and in honor
of a very good educator whose idea this was, Susan
Jennings."

Laura hardly heard what Mr. Playfair was saying.  She was
only aware of Mrs. Sullivan's hand on her behind.

"My goodness.  Look, Mrs. Sullivan.  The poor girl is so
happy she's in shock."

"I know, sir.  Don't worry.  I'll see that she gets to
her next class all right."

Laura sighed in relief as her skirt was dropped back into
place.  Mrs. Sullivan put an arm around her waist and
guided the befuddled teacher out of the room.

*****

Laura's next period was a nightmare.  Mrs. Sullivan
unobtrusively stayed with her until the class started,
thereby preventing her from ever fixing her clothes.  The
fact of her deliberately bared buttocks drove her to
distraction.  It was all she could think about.  She
forgot about the opened front to her top, she forgot
about the shortness of her skirt or her lack of panties.
She even forgot what assignment she should be going over
during this time.  The feel of the moving cloth of her
skirt, the coolness of the chair, everything happening to
her naked flesh served to remind her of her precarious
condition.  It was maddening!

When the back of her lowered pantyhose got caught for a
moment on a chair bolt, Laura almost fainted from the
exquisite tension.  Following some very careful
maneuvering, she managed to free herself, but afterwards
she clearly realized that it was pointless to continue
like this.  She was ready to cum and the slightest thing
could easily push her once again over the edge.  She
desperately needed to find some sanctuary to regain
control of her runaway body, and soon!

The class had basically been running without her since it
began, so Laura felt no compunction at all about mumbling
to the class something about having an appointment and
leaving the students to themselves.

Clicking her way through the blessedly empty hallways,
she walked quickly to the teachers' lounge.  She passed
through the empty main room and went directly into the
small ladies room.

Laura almost cried when she saw her reflection in the
room's mirror.

"Oh, my!" she cried.  She was a complete mess!

She stripped off her hated clothes and, while
standing in front of the single sink in the nude, felt
strangely normal for the first time that day.

She threw everything but her shoes into the sink and
filled it with cold water.  Laura carefully rinsed her
soiled clothes as well as she could, then threw them into
a small dryer provided for emergencies.

As her clothes dried, she went to work on herself, but
found that it was next to impossible at first.  She knew
that it was not bathing she really wanted.  Laura had
managed to stimulate herself for such a prolonged time
that she could hardly clean herself at first she was so
sensitive.  Her body ached to be touched in other ways,
but she dared not.  With trembling hands, Laura managed
to wash off the worst of the sweat as well as her other
shameful secretions.  Disgusted with herself, she could
hardly watch her reflection as she brushed out her matted
hair.

When her clothes dried, she savagely tightened the cross-
stringed front to her top so that it would show as little
as possible.  She put on her few remaining clothes, being
careful to pull her pantyhose over her hips as high as
possible.

More or less properly cleaned and dressed once again,
Laura felt at least human now, and not some mindless
sexual animal.  She wondered where she could go to be
alone.  She had to get away from the constant staring of
students and staff alike.  She was feeling so very
vulnerable to any kind of stimulation she almost scream
in her frustration!

It would soon be the start of the lunch period and the
lounge was always very crowded then.  Her new classroom!
That was it.  She could finally check out the mysterious
course materials for her Human Relations-F class this
afternoon.

Laura strode purposefully out of the lounge.  She was
determined to ignore every distraction, every sensation,
no matter how blissful, for the remainder of the day.
She had deliberately chosen to give up her youthful
teasing, and she was going to stick by that decision, by
God!  She was an adult now, with adult responsibilities.
She couldn't spend the day running around like a bitch in
heat, regardless of the provocation.

She was sure this was all Missy's doing.  The girl seemed
to know just what buttons to push to get her going.  It
was fantastic what Missy could do to her!  Even so, Laura
was going to kick that little cunt's ass for her just as
soon as she got home tonight!  Enough was enough!

*****

Laura proceeded down into the bowels of the old school,
past large storerooms and heating plants built in the
days of coal and manual stokers.

Following the directions provided by Mrs. Sullivan, she
eventually found an unused corridor, at the end of which
was a metal door with "Human Relations-F" freshly painted
on it.

The door opened easily on well-oiled hinges.

"Whoa," she said as she entered the well-lighted room.
Someone had been busy here recently.

Laura's first impression was the smell of fresh paint.
The room had obviously been recently repainted, because
the concrete walls were now a pristine dark blue enamel.

There was something very odd about how the small room was
designed.  It was much longer then it was wide, and had a
very high ceiling.  The floor sloped downward toward the
far end, where it leveled off.  On the opposite wall was
a narrow glass window set high into the wall, indicating
the presence of another room.  There was a door on the
left side of the wall.  She looked around again, and then
it came to her.

"Ha!  It's an old screening room," Laura said.  She had
heard about how the school once offered, in the early
days, a pioneering course in cinematography.  The seats
and projection equipment had long since been removed and
the place had been converted into a storeroom.

As she made her way down the sloping floor, Laura could
tell how the room had been changed once again, this time
for her trial class.  All the storage shelves had been
removed, although the thin, worn carpet still showed the
holes where they had been attached to the floor.  A large
old-fashioned blackboard was now installed at the low end
of the room.  It front of that was a desk with chair, two
tables, and 12 student chairs, all of extreme age and
dubious condition.  Laura was glad to see that at least
the two locking storage cabinets she had appeared to be
in working order.  Boxes, presumably containing her
teaching materials, were conveniently stacked in front of
the cabinets.  There was also a surprising amount of
audio-visual equipment, including a rather expensive-
looking miniature video camera and monitor set, laid out
on one of the tables next to her desk.

She dragged her chair over to the boxes and sat as she
surveyed her new domain once again.

"Jennings, I hope to hell you knew what you were doing,"
she prayed as she opened the closest box.  It was labeled
'Literature.'

It contained books, each one individually wrapped in
brown paper.  There was only an item number on each of
the wrapping to identify the contents.  As she began to
unwrap them, Laura became more and more puzzled.  They
weren't regular text books at all.  There were mainly
works of fiction, with some poetry books as well.  They
appeared to range from the historical to the very
contemporary, but the well-read Laura had never heard of
any them.

She started looking through them, and immediately began
blushing.

"What is going on here?" she gasped in surprise as she quickly
sampled book after book.

Shocked, she discovered that the books all had two things
in common:  they were pure pornography and they were all
concerned with women.  Women who loved... women.

"Whoa!  Must be a mix-up at the shippers.  This can't be
right!"

The next box she opened was labeled 'Cinema' and
contained videos, all wrapped and marked in the same
manner as the books.  Laura quickly discovered that the
movies, also pornographic, also all had the same theme or
sub-theme: women who loved women.

"Oh, my!  I can't show these!" she exclaimed.

The final box was marked 'Accessories.'  Tearing it open,
Laura found it full of lotions, lubricants, and devices,
many of which she had no idea as to their purpose.

"Good God!" an amazed Laura said.  "The shippers must be
total idiots sending this kind of stuff to a high school.
I had better call the office before some student finds
all this."

Frightened, she quickly put everything back into its box.
She had just finished when she heard the hallway door
open.  Laura turned and saw Missy, looking very
satisfied, enter the room and walk towards her.  Laura's
buttocks tingled in memory of what the teenager had so
recently done to her.

"You!" Laura cried, and ran up towards the waiting girl.
She grabbed the impassive teenager by the shoulders and
started shaking her.

"How dare you, you little bitch?  How dare you do that to
me?  How dare you?"

In the midst of her anger, Laura noticed that something
around her ankles.  She looked down and, shocked, saw
that it was her skirt!  Oh, God!  It was going to happen
again!

"NO!" she screamed and turned to run.  She tripped over
her skirt and fell to the floor.  When she felt her skirt
and shoes being removed, she started crying.  Crawling
desperately on her hands and knees, she tried to put as
much distance between her and this insane girl as she
could.  When she felt her pantyhose pulled down her hips,
she turned and fought frantically to keep herself
dressed, but the fragile nylon quickly ripped under the
struggle and Laura watched horrified as Missy gleefully
pulled the tattered remains off of her bare legs.

Naked below the waist, the sobbing Laura turned and tried
to crawl away again.  She felt Missy climb on her back,
then start slapping her quivering buttocks.  Oh God!  She
was riding her like a horse!  She wanted to stop but the
slaps just made her crawl faster and faster.  Finally, a
totally exhausted Laura collapsed on the floor.

She could do nothing when the teenager turned her over on
her back and pulled her top off her.  Nude, with Missy
sitting victoriously astride her hips, the crying Laura
realized that she was now totally at this girl's mercy!

Missy leaned forward and licked Laura's left nipple
erect.

"Stop that!"

"What do you want?"

"What?" the distraught teacher asked.

Missy licked her right nipple erect.

"Don't do that, I said!"

"What do you want?"

"I...I want you to get off me.  I want my clothes back!"

Missy began to alternate between the nipples, teasing
them into diamond hardness.

"What do you really want?"

"Stop doing that, please!  I...I don't know what you mean."

"It's simple enough.  What do you really want?"

"You must stop that.  I can't think!"

"Don't think!  Just tell me, what do you really want?"

"What I want?"

Laura watched Missy slide down her nude body until the
girl's face was directly above her vulnerable pussy.  Oh,
no!  Not that!

"Leave me alone!!"

She saw the teenager's head duck down between her thighs
and soon felt herself being delicately licked between her
legs.

"Oh, God!  No!  Stop that!  Stop that right this minute!"

"What do you really want?"

"Why do you keep asking me that?"

"What do you really want?"

"Oh, God!  I can't think when you're doing that.  Oh,
God!"

"What do you really want?"

An image of Saint Joan, naked and helpless, flashed in
the stunned Laura's mind.

"NO!" she shouted.  "I'm not like that!"

"What do you really want?"

Even with her hips bucking uncontrollably, Laura found
Missy to be tenacious in her magical ministrations on her
helpless, dripping cunt.  The girl was driving her
insane!

"What do you really want?"

"I...I don't know!  I don't know what I want!"

"Oh, yes, you do.  What do you really want?"

Oh, God!  Between Missy's dual assault on her vulnerable
mind and body, Laura felt totally defenseless.  She had
nothing left to fight with, nothing left to resist the
seductive pull this astounding teenager had on her, an
adult woman.  The climax was rising swiftly within her
and she gloried in the sensation.  She loved the girl's
mouth on her cunt!  She loved it!

"I...I...I want...I want you.  I adore the things you do...to
me."

"Yes, I know.  I've been doing this to you every night
that you've stayed with us, and you loved every minute of
it, too.  But, you haven't earned me, yet.  What else?"

"Oh, God!  You've been doing what to me?"

"It's too late to worry about that now.  Focus!  What do
you really want?"

Laura knew immediately.  "Saint Joan!  I want to take her
and...and make her naked!  Do things to her!!"

"You will live with me for the rest of the year."

"What?"

"You will stay with Mom and me for the rest of the year,
and you will do exactly what we say."

"What!  No, I can't!"

"Yes, you can.  You will."

Laura's mind suddenly shattered.  "Oh, no!" she gasped.
"I'm cumming!  I'm cumming!"

"What do you really want?"

"Oh, God!  Oh, God, help me!  I want...I want them all!
Oh, God!  All those girls and their...and their firm young
bodies!  Secrets!  I want their sweet secrets!" she
babbled, now beyond caring.  "I want them all!"

"Good.  You will do as I say because I can give them to
you."

"You...you can?"

"Yes."

Laura climaxed again!

"Saint Joan?"

"No, not Saint Joan.  I have other plans for her.  But
you can come along for the ride, if you like.  No, I will
tell you who and when.  Until then, you will do nothing.
You will live with us.  You will dress and act as we say.
You WILL do exactly what we say, and nothing more.
Understand?"

Overwhelmed, Laura spread open her legs and moved to hold
her own breasts, but was surprised when Missy slapped her
hands away.

"But I need....!" Laura wailed piteously.

"Do nothing until I tell you.  Nothing!  If you ever
touch yourself again for pleasure without my permission,
I'll strip you naked in front of the entire school.
Understand?  You belong to me now."

"Oh, God!"

"Tell me!" Missy commanded.

"Oh, God!"

Laura climaxed again!

"Tell me!"

"Oh, God!  I belong.  I belong to...to you."

"Finally.  You know, Jennings never made it this far."

"J-Jennings?"

"Susan Jennings, my junior high counselor.  In the end,
she couldn't really decide what she wanted, so I left her
locked naked in her office closet.  Ha!  They found her
trying to fuck herself silly with a shoehorn."

"You?  You did that to her?"

"Sure.  It was easy after I seduced her.  I could do
whatever I wanted with her.  We were lovers for over a
year.  She even set up this class for me, but didn't have
the balls to see it through.  Don't you worry though, my
love.  You will do just fine.  I'm sure you'll enjoy the
students I've pick out for it as much as I will."

"This...this class?  It's your idea?"

"Absolutely.  One of my better ones.  Don't you see what
it's for?"

"All that porn!  The books, the movies, and that...other
stuff!  It's all to...it's to...."

"Find new talent.  I need to add to my bra collection."

"You're a monster."

"Yea!  Ain't it the truth!"

"I...I won't be a part of this...this outrage!"

"Oh, yes, you most certainly will.  You see, I know about
you now.  I know what you like, what you crave, what you
need.  I know what turns you on, Miss Papadakis."

Laura climaxed for the fourth time.

"AAAhhh!  Oooh...God!  This...can't...be...happening!"

"Yes, it is happening.  Exciting, isn't it?  Don't worry.
Your life will be much more interesting from now on, I'll
make sure of that.  You will do everything I want from
now on.  You will!  Not because we have all your
clothes and stuff.  Oh, no!  You'll do it because you
know you must.  All those carefully protected secrets,
all those sweet secrets you've been dreaming about,
hungering for, lusting for, all will finally be yours.
All of them!"

"Oh, God!  Yes!  I mean, no!  No, no, never!  I'll never
do it!"

"Want to bet?"

*****

Laura stood defiantly as her 14-year-old student dressed
her for her next class.  Missy placed her short skirt
very low on her hips.  There was now a gap between her
skirt and her top.

She was in the process of loosening the draw-strings
which closed the front of her top when Laura muttered
disgustedly,

"Why don't you just cut them off and be done with it?"

The intended sarcasm back-fired terribly.

"What a great idea!  Thanks!"

The teenager happily cut the draw-strings using scissors
from Laura's desk, then pulled the remaining bits from their
eyelets.

Oh, God!  The only thing holding her top closed was where
it was attached at the bottom.  If she moved at all her
breasts would be completely exposed.

"NO!" she shouted when Missy, five minutes before the
class was to start, calmly pulled open the sides of her
top and completely exposed her breasts.

Laura's defiance quickly melted when Missy deliberately
teased her nipples to painful erectness with her lips, while
her hands slipped freely under her short skirt and quickly teased
her abused cunt once again to dripping readiness.

"This isn't fair!" Laura moaned as she closed her eyes,
already feeling consumed by the fires Missy which started
burning in her.

"I want you in the proper mood," chuckled Missy.

Laura felt close to fainting when she noticed that Missy
had left her.  She opened her eyes and saw that Missy was
by the door, calling,

"It's over here, girls!"

She looked down and thankfully saw that Missy had re-
covered her exposed chest, at least as much as her proud,
thrusting breasts would allow, anyway.  Her erect
nipples were very obvious under the thin material, as was
the odor coming from her very aroused sex.

Oh, God!  How could she even face them, let alone teach
like this?  With her pantyhose gone she couldn't even
decently sit down without hiding behind something!  Oh,
God!  She almost forgot about her desk!

She spun around and quickly went behind her desk, her
breasts moving gaily into the open, but her chair was no
longer there.

"Missy!" Laura fumed, as she turned to the wall and
rearranged her top.

"Damn the girl!"  Now she would be forced to stand the
entire period.

Laura stood erect, then slowly and carefully pivoted to
face her incoming students.  Her heart stopped for a
moment in glorious shock.  The world turned upside down
for her at that instant.  Coming reluctantly towards her,
all wearing stunned expressions, were four of the most
beautiful girls Laura had ever seen.

In a lightly trembling hand, Laura picked up the class
roster that was on her desk and tried to match her new
students with their descriptions.  Some she knew already
by sight, a few she had even meet during her weeks here.

But she could not think of anything at the moment.  All
she could do was surreptitiously watch over the paper she
held as this gleaming, well-coiffured group of young women
came towards her.  In her mind she saw bits of clothing
fall to the floor by each girl, until there was a steady
trail of clothes behind them.  By the time they reached
her they were all quite nude and Laura nearly came at the
thought!

She shook her head to try and clear her fevered mind of
this delicious vision.  My God!  What was happening to
her?  These were her students!

Bringing up the rear was Missy, with a comforting arm
around the waist of a very nervous Saint Joan.  My, God!
She must be the new student!

Missy smiled at her teacher, and waved an inviting hand
at the four girls walking in a protective group in front
of her.

My God!  This is what Missy was talking about!  All
those precious, carefully protected secrets coming right
towards her, and they were hers!  They were all hers!
They were hers to do with as she pleased, provided she
was smart enough and bold enough!

Overpowered by a flood of powerful fantasies, Laura
closed her eyes and held her breath a moment to fight the
climax rising in her already overheated body.

Whoa!  She almost came right then.  She was just thinking
about all the magnificent possibilities, and she almost
came!  It scared her, how ready she was for it.  Laura
knew her world was quickly tumbling out of control!

"O-OK.  Everyone take a chair and we'll begin."

Laura could hear them whispering in awe about her
appearance.  Hating herself, she automatically threw her
shoulders back even farther, then walked from behind her
desk and leaned nonchalantly back against its front.

The girls almost gasped in unison at the sight of her
handsome bare legs coming from underneath the short
skirt.

"Come on, girls.  Seats, please!"

After they all took a seat, Laura felt she was finally
under control enough to get them all sorted out, and use
the opportunity for an objective look at her new flock.

First was Jill Pender, captain of the girls' swim team
and known about the school to be something of Fawn's
shadow.  Laura had heard the girl was hoping for an
athletic scholarship, otherwise college would be out of
the question for her next year.  She was tall and slim,
with the boyish body of a serious athlete.  She had a
fair, Scandinavian look with her fair skin, high cheek
bones and very light blonde hair.  She was called "The
Ice Queen," by other students because of her appearance
and stand-offish personality.  Laura looked briefly with
a surprised feeling of longing at the girl's small,
pointed breasts, which were so clearly outlined under her
thin top.  She thought about teasing them unmercifully,
and wondered heatedly what that would do to the girl's
cool demeanor.

Feeling the passion rise in her once again, Laura quickly
went to study the next girl, but not before she noticed
with great interest that the girl never once took her
clear, blue-gray eyes off Fawn.  Interesting!

To the left of Jill, unmistakable by her golden glow, was
Fawn Jackson, the school's leading cheerleader for the
past two years.  Laura knew the senior was so tied up in
her identity with cheerleading that she wore her tight
red-and-black outfit to school every day during football
season, regardless of the weather.  Rumor had it that she
even slept in it.  A classic American beauty, straight
blonde hair, blue eyes, button nose, voluptuous, with a
constantly tanned body as firm as wood.  Underneath, the
girl was said to be astonishingly ambitious.  Laura heard
Fawn had ousted the former head cheerleader after some
very ruthless maneuvering which left her poor victim in
tears before the girl finally had to go to a differed
school to finish out the year.  Her openly-stated goal
this year was of course to be the school's Prom Queen.

On Fawn's left was another senior, Christina Lee Stuart,
Student Council President, primary candidate for this
year's Prom Queen (not counting Fawn) and supposedly
Fawn's best friend.  Not surprisingly, she also had the
distinction of being the cheerleader's deadliest rival.
A slender, aristocratic girl with green eyes, a mass of
long curly brown hair and very expensive clothes, she had
a reputation of being quite a socialite bitch, only
friendly with those she considered her equals (not many
of those Laura guessed), or when it suited her purposes
to be.

Last student in the first row was Ellen Garnett, the
editor of the school paper.  A slender brunette with her
hair always in severe bun, she had on black glasses,
inexpensive but sensible clothes, and flat shoes.  Laura
knew the haughty junior to be a keen intellectual.

Missy and St. Joan sat huddled together in the back,
behind all of the others.  Laura wondered how long the
delectable St. Joan would last in this rather rough
school with her trademark pink outfits.

"Welcome to Human Relations-F!  For those of you who
don't know me, I am Laura Papadakis, and I'll be your...
host for this course.  I can promise you quite an
experience coming up.  The class will be like no other
you have ever experienced.  You will be allowed, even
encouraged, to say or do whatever you like, as long as it
does not deliberately cause someone else pain.  There is
only one rule:  everything you see or hear stays in this
room!  If you can't take that, then leave now.  But,
understand that you'll be leaving a very select group."

"We can say anything?" asked Ellen, the school paper's
editor.

"Anything."

"All right.  So why are your tits hanging out?" she
smirked.

"Interesting that you should notice," Laura said
knowingly and watched with satisfaction as the brunette
deeply blushed.  Got you, you little bitch!

"I am doing this to...to illustrate a point."

"You mean at least two points, don't you?" Christina, the
president of the student council said, and the front row
snickered.

"This whole class is about the contemporary woman's role
in today's society, and the new freedoms which may be
found there.  So, in this class anything goes!"

Fawn raised her slim right hand.  "Miss Pupuduckis?" she
said, smiling.

Laura had the sudden impression that the teenager was
deliberately miss-pronouncing her name.

"That's Papadakis, although a simple Miss P will do.
Yes?"

"Miss P, you said something earlier about this being a
special group.  What did you mean by that?"

"You have all been specifically chosen because you
represent the elite of the female student body of New
Berlin."

Laura saw with glee how the girls in the front
all preened themselves after hearing that.

"This is what is called a pilot class.  The results of
this class will be sent to the state capital for review.
Other states have also expressed an interest in how we
manage things.  So, if it is deemed successful,
you will have been the first in the nation to have this
class."

Laura saw that she really had their interest now.

"It is very experimental in nature, partly because it is
structured differently than other classes you have had.
In the beginning, we shall meet as a group.  Later, we
shall meet individually or in small groups for special
sessions.  While we may not have homework or tests, your
grades are, of course, entirely dependent on your level
of participation, and because of the time this course
will require of you, it shall represent a major part of
your final grade for this year."

"Well!" exclaimed Fawn.  "If you're looking for elites, I
know why I'm here, but I just don't understand about some
of these others," she said smugly, then looked pointedly
behind her at Missy, and St. Joan.

"You have all been selected from a very exacting criteria
established by the class's developer, a Miss Jennings.
So, for the benefit of everyone, I would like each of you
to identify yourself and tell us why you believe you were
selected for this class.

"Let's start in the back, shall we?  Miss Manchester?
Please identify yourself and tell us why you are here."

Laura wasn't sure why she started with Missy,
deliberately putting the girl on the spot like that.
Perhaps it was the way her buttocks still tingled from
her latest spanking.

To the amazement of the other students, Missy actually
stood and said quietly, "I am Missy Manchester, and I am
here because I helped Miss Jennings to develop this
class."

"She can talk!" exclaimed Christina sarcastically.

"Oh, sure!" Fawn exclaimed.  "That was the only way you
could get in with the rest of us, to brown-nose
Jennings."

"Actually, Miss Manchester is here because her test
scores indicate she has one of the highest I.Q.'s in the
room, if not the school."

"I don't believe it!" said Ellen.  "This is the first
time anyone has heard her say anything all year.  What's
going on here?"

"Obviously, you weren't listening to her.  I've found her
to be a surprisingly eloquent young woman.  Besides, a
person's silence is not always what you might think.
Thomas Jefferson, I believe, had the reputation of being
the most silent man in the Continental Congress."

"Shit," muttered Ellen.  "Something is going on here."

"What did you say?"

"Nothing!" Ellen loudly sang.

"I thought not.  Next!"

The blushing Saint Joan stood hesitantly, clearly
embarrassed at being the center of attention.  Laura had
to clench her thighs together, to try and stifle the
tremendous throbbing which suddenly had begun again in
her crotch.  She could not understand the effect this
girl had on her.  Saint Joan was so pure, so innocent,
and all Laura could think of was what she would look like
bent over, all naked and helpless!

"M-My name is Joan.  Joan d'Arcy.  I'm here on the advice
of...of a friend."  She quickly sat down again.

"What's she here for?" demanded Fawn.

"She is the product of home tutoring, yet her SAT scores
are the highest of anyone here.  Miss d'Arcy, you must
have had some very good teachers visiting you in your
home."

"Just Ma-ma," apologized Saint Joan.  "She's pretty
smart."

"Next!"

*****

Her first HR-F class was finally over and the students
had all gone.  It had taken the entire period but
everyone had introduced themselves and Laura had been
able to go over the basic premise of the class, at least
its official premise, anyway.

After it was all over, she began to put away all the
course materials.  Laura was bent over, stacking books on
the lower shelves of one of her cabinets when she felt
her skirt being lifted behind her.

Without pausing in her work, she said sternly,

"Missy!  Haven't you done, had enough for one day?"

The back of her skirt was tucked into her waistband,
leaving her behind exposed.  Hands began to knead her
sensitive buttocks.  My God!  The girl was insatiable!
Didn't she ever quit?

Well!  She just had to get these things safely put away
before she could leave tonight, so she determinedly
continued her task.  If only it didn't feel so good!

By the time the hands had slipped to her crotch, Laura
had long since stopped working.  She hated herself for
feeling this way, but Missy had deliberately left her
feeling terribly excited earlier and she desperately
needed relief.  Thoroughly ashamed at her lack of will
power, she spread her feet apart to give Missy better
access to her ready cunt.

Laura was just wondering when during the class did Missy
have time to put on false nails when she heard,

"My, we are a wet little thing, aren't we?"

"Oh God!" Laura gasped.  It was not Missy at all!

She tried to quickly stand up but banged her head sharply
on the bottom of a shelf.

"Ooow!" she cried as she held her hurting head with both
hands.

She backed out of the cabinet and tried to stand.  Waves
of dizziness swept over her and she felt about to fall when
she felt herself being helped to one of the student chairs.

"Oh, my head," she moaned.

When she sat heavily on the smooth seat, she jumped from
the touch of the cold processed wood on her bare bottom.
She automatically tried to fix her skirt, but her hands
could not find it.

Surprised, she looked down, only to find she was no
longer wearing it.  Laura dully looked around and saw it
laying crumpled on the floor in front of the storage
cabinet.

She felt something on her feet and looked down in time to
see Ellen removing her shoes.

"Oh My God!" she gasped.

It was Ellen Garnett!  The girl threw her shoes across to
the other side of the room, then stood up and came beside
her.

"What... what do you think you're doing?" the dazed teacher
mumbled as her top was being pulled over her head.

"Stripping you, silly woman."

"Why?  Why are you doing this to me?"

"I had to see for myself.  The entire school's talking
about you."

"Why me?"

"You're kidding, right?  You practically seduced your
entire home room this morning.  Two weeks ago you flashed
those nerds Josh and Peter during the pep rally.  You
sometimes flaunt your over-stuffed body in front of the
entire school.  Now here you are, with your tits hanging
out and nothing under your skirt, in front of a class
filled with innocent young girls, like me.  Talk about
you?  Ha!"

"But...but I can explain...!" Laura wailed desperately as
Ellen pulled her from the chair onto the floor.

"Who cares?"

*****

Laura, nude, totally spent and covered in sweat, her legs
splayed wantonly, her vaginal fluids pooling on the thin
carpet between her wide-spread thighs, looked at her
ravisher from her prone position on the floor.  The
teenager stood proud and unruffled, with not a hair out
of place.  Only a gleam in her eyes betrayed any emotion
she might have felt over what just happened.  The girl
had used and abused her, and then had cast her aside like
a plucked flower that was briefly enjoyed, then thrown
away.  She had the arrogance of youth, and Laura hated
her for it.

"Oh, man!  Were you easy!" the girl smirked.  "I can't
wait to tell the girls."

She turned as if to leave, then wandered over to the
still open storage cabinet.  "What were you doing here?"
she murmured, then bent over at the same place Laura had
been.

"Ooooh, my favorite!" she exclaimed with glee, and
started going through the books Laura had been so
carefully stacking.

Laura had had enough!  Missy was different.  The girl had
a strange power over her that she could not begin to
explain, almost as one lover would have over an other.
To be abused by Missy all day was bad enough, but to be
taken so casually by this young bitch was just too much!
She was begging to be taken down a peg or two and Laura
Papadakis was just the woman to do it!

Filled with resolve, Laura quietly got up off of the
floor and padded silently behind the arrogant editor.
The girl was still bent over at the waist, ankles
crossed, thoroughly engrossed in a large coffee-table
book on the bottom shelf which Laura recognized as "The
Art of Sappho".

Laura took the hem of the full-length denim shift and
swiftly pulled it up past the surprised teenager's hips,
then down to cover her head and arms.  She was
immediately rewarded by the sight of a tiny pair of red
bikini panties.  They were the most beautiful thing she
had even seen.

Using her left arm to keep the furiously struggling
teenager down and trapped by her shift, Laura traced with
her right hand the tiny panties and the shaking hips
underneath.  When she discovered the soaked crotch band,
Laura knew she had her!

She slowly pulled the panties down the shaking hips,
heedless of the muffled protests coming from under the
bunched shift.  The editor was her first conquest, and
Laura wanted to enjoy the moment.

She slipped her hand between the tightly clenched thighs
and was surprise to find that the girl was completely
shaven.  It felt so sexy on the outside, Laura decided it
must be absolutely divine on the inside!

Sliding deliberately over the vulva, Laura soon found her
hand coated with warm vaginal juices.  She pulled it from
between the trembling thighs and held her wet hand under
her nose.  How sweet!  How heavenly!  She tentatively
licked her hand and was amazed at the taste.  No wonder
Missy was down there so much!

She eagerly sucked her hand dry.  Laura decided she
wanted more of this, but first she had to calm this
arrogant bitch down.  She returned her hand between
the girl's thighs, and inserted one finger into the hot,
clasping cunt.

Wow!  That felt great.  And look at the reaction she was
getting!  Wonder what two fingers would do?

Laura eagerly explored the helpless editor's cunt.  This
was all so fascinating.  And the more she touched her,
the less the editor struggled.  She worked two fingers in
and out of the tight passage for some time, not certain
of what she was doing, when she was finally rewarded.
The editor stiffened, and her vagina clasped Laura's
fingers in a mad grip.

Not really sure of what happened, she continued to stroke
the pulsing cuntal passage as her thumb worked the
swollen labia.  The teenager shuddered again, much more
quickly this time.

"Oh, I get it!" Laura said and enthusiastically began to
thrust three fingers into the wildly spasming cunt.  In a
surprisingly short time, Laura heard a loud groan come
from underneath the shift, the teenager tensed once
again, but this time the surprised Laura saw her legs
collapse and watched in amazement as the girl fell to the
floor!

She quickly uncovered Ellen's head and saw from her face
that she had fainted dead away.

"Oops!  Sorry about that!" Laura said cheerfully to the
unconscious teenager as she enjoyed the girl's flushed
face and the many loose hairs which had escaped her bun.

"Not so much in control now, are we?" she chortled.

Laura laid the girl out on her stomach and unzipped the
back of her shift.  After rolling her over, Laura pulled
the shift over the helpless teenager's head and laid it
on a near-by chair.  She then pulled the girl's red top
off and placed it over the shift.

"Naughty!" she murmured where she saw the girl was not
wearing a bra.

Next she removed the running shoes and socks.  The only
item of Ellen's clothing that remained were the red
panties still clinging uselessly to her thighs.  She
swiftly pulled them down and was going to put them with
the rest of the clothes, but stopped.  The girl's scent
was still heavy on them, plus a brief trace of a perfume.
Laura inhaled deeply, intoxicated by the subtle
combination of smells!

"Wow," she whispered.  She took the garment, put it
inside her desk for safekeeping, and returned to the
still unconscious editor.

"Wow," she whispered again as she knelt beside the nude
teenager.  She drank in every aspect of the long white
body in front of her, every delectable curve, every
delicious hill and valley.  She laughed with joy as she
ran her hands reverently over the smooth, soft flesh.
She amazed over the size of the girl's nipples, standing
so tall and stiff on the small, firm breasts puddling on
her chest.  Her fingers couldn't get enough of them!
Finally she moved on when the girl began to stir.  Her
hands traced Ellen's clearly defined rib cage, then moved
to the subtle indentation of her tummy.  By the time her
hands had traced the reptilian curve of her hips and had
reached the shaven pussy, Laura was silently crying.

She had at last found herself!  No wonder she had always
been alone, always miserable.  She had been teasing the
wrong people!  Laura knew this moment would always be
special, not only because she finally knew who she really
was, but also because this girl beside her was her first,
and there can only be one first.

She moved down to the girl's feet and parted them as far
as possible.  Laura knelt between the wide-spread legs
and stared at her goal, the fabled one percent of body
area that dreams were made of.  She leaned forward until
she was directly over the teenager's vulva.  She watched
the seeping fluids run between her thighs as Laura
inhaled the heady aroma.  She blew a stream of cool air
on the surrounding skin and smiled when she was rewarded
by a forest of goose pimples springing up all around the
secret flesh.

Ellen was stirring more and more, and Laura realized she
did not have much time left.  She raised her head for one
last loving look at that beautiful body, then settled
back down over the teenager's vulva.

Almost overcome by the heady scent of the girl, Laura
knew what she had to do, what she wanted to do.  Yet she
waited as she stared fascinated at her target.  "OK, you
can do this," she muttered, but still she hesitated.  The
girl groaned softly and that was all the impetus Laura
needed to finally act.

She closed her eyes and gently began to run her tongue
over the teenager's secret flesh.  Starting with short
strokes, Laura soon was traveling joyfully across the
entire length of the slit.  She put her hands under
Ellen's hips and pulled her closer towards her.  Feeling
braver as she went, she started to insert her tongue
between the swollen labia into the hot wetness beyond.

Laura couldn't believe it!  This was simply wonderful!

Ellen's hips started to jump and shake, but Laura hardly
noticed.  The girl's thighs were pounding against her
head, hands were in her hair trying to pull her face
away, but Laura continued on, lost to everything but her
newfound love.  She thought she could faintly hear
someone shouting or screaming protests about something,
but she was having far too much fun to worry about
anything like that now.  Eventually the noises went away
at the same time Ellen's smooth thighs clamped firmly
around Laura's head, while the hands in her hair now
pressed her face forward instead of away.  The hips still
moved, but did so rhythmically in a slight up-and-down
motion.

Laura was intoxicated!  The fresh taste of the girl's
very essence, even her special smells were heavenly.  She
never realized it could be like this with another woman,
especially one of her own students.

Oh God!  She was abusing one of her own students!

The teenager's body arched over the carpet, and Laura
felt her tongue caught in the tight grasp of the girl's
climaxing vagina!  That scared her and she hastily backed
away from the wildly thrashing Ellen.

She sat on her haunches and watched amazed as the
teenager twitched and jumped her way through what Laura
could only guiltily imagine was a very monstrous orgasm
indeed.

The gasping girl finally collapsed on the carpet.  She
remained quiet until Laura, unable to restrain herself,
mischievously started to blow air again on the still
pulsating cunt.

The teenager jerked and pleaded, "Please.  No more."  She
weakly tried to cover her vulnerable crotch with her
hands.  "I can't take any more."

Laura easily brushed the hands away.  She raised her head
and looked upon the cringing girl with a certain guilty
satisfaction.  The naked body was covered in sweat, the
face deeply flushed, and the carefully placed hair was in
total disarray.  Laura decided she had really made an
impression on a beautiful, arrogant woman.
Unfortunately, she had to take unfair advantage of one of
her own students in order to do this.

She thought of how she had so eagerly lusted after her
students just that afternoon, perfectly willing then to
do anything that was required to have them.  Now,
however, she was faced with the results of her handiwork
and was ashamed.  Missy had done it to her again!  By
leaving her so...so excited she had willingly fallen into
the trap the young minx had set for her.  She could not
ever let this happen again!  She simply couldn't afford to
let a mere child control her so easily.

If anyone were to walk in now she would be finished
as a teacher.  Disgrace, dishonor, and a life of public
humiliation and shame awaited her if she continued to
lose control like this.

She looked down helplessly on the nude teenager cringing
on the thin, dirty carpet.  My God, she was so beautiful
like that, naked and sweaty!  No longer a creature of the
mind but of the body.  She knew she could easily make
love to this girl for the entire night if given half a
chance.

"Madness!" she whispered.  "Madness!"

After a moment, Laura lowered her head and started to
gently lap up the editor's leaking vaginal fluids from
her sensitive shaven skin.

"No!" cried Ellen hastily.

Laura inserted her tongue in one quick thrust deep into
the clasping cuntal passage.

"OH!  No!  Please don't!"

"In a moment," Laura muttered.  Her tongue started
working furiously on the cringing girl's crotch.  She
repeatedly licked the area which was already delightfully
well-slicked with the helpless girl's own secretions.

"Ahhhh!" the arrogant editor screamed and she buckled
helplessly into a fetal position, while Laura stayed
contentedly between her legs and lapped the teenager's
free-flowing juices.

"Yes, you may indeed get up now," Laura said.

"Won't stop!  Won't stop!" the now crying girl yelled as
her body repeatedly convulsed.

Finally satisfied, Laura backed away from the sobbing
girl and waited.  The editor quickly held her crotch
tightly with both of her hands and just laid there
quaking on the floor, obviously in the grip of a
devastating string of climaxes.

Finally the teary-eyed girl recovered sufficiently and
shakily stood on her feet.  While keeping her reddened
eyes warily on Laura, the girl moved over to her clothes
and started to look through them.

"My... my panties," Ellen sniffed.  "Where are they?"

"I'm...I'm sor'..." Laura said.  My God!  She almost said she
was sorry to this very haughty bitch who had taken her so
casually!

Still, Laura was mortified!  How could she tell this
young woman that she had taken her underwear because she
was intoxicated with her feminine scent?

"I... I have them," Laura shyly confessed.  "Don't worry.
They're in a safe place."

"A safe place?" Ellen asked, obviously perplexed.  "But I
need them!"

"No.  I need them," Laura said truthfully.

"It's blackmail, isn't it?" protested Ellen.  "In case
I'll tell anyone what happened."

Laura shrugged her shoulders.  "You said it.  I didn't."

"I would never!" protested Ellen earnestly.

"I'd be too...too ashamed," she whispered.  "I...I lost
control."

Laura, feeling thoroughly disgusted with herself at
having taken advantage of the girl yet again, stayed
seated on the floor and watched as the shaken teenager
quickly slipped on her remaining clothes while she warily
kept Laura in sight and at as far a distance away from
her as possible.

Dressed, the girl was almost to the door when Laura
called out to her.

"Oh.  And... Ellen?"

Laura was gratified to see the teenager stop frozen in
her tracks, her face now a chalky white.

"Y-yes?"

"You will be here for class."

"I...I don't understand."

"You were specifically selected for this course, and you
will finish it, or..."

"O-or?"

Laura tried to think of the worse possible thing she
could do to this teenager.

"Or else we shall have to do this again!"

Ellen's hands immediately covered her crotch.

"Oh, no!" she cried.  She turned and ran from the room.

"Ah!" sighed the nude Laura as she sat exhausted on the
floor.  "Success."

She looked to where the naked girl had been.  She
stretched out her right arm and eagerly felt the
teenager's wetness that was still on the carpet.  Without
a thought, she placed her fingers in her mouth and
started to gleefully suck on them.

"Oh, yuck!" Laura cried as she began to spit out the
loose carpet fibers that had been all over her fingers.

Once she had finally cleaned her mouth out, Laura looked
at her right hand in horror.

"Sweet Jesus.  What in God's name am I doing?"

In a complete state of shock, her mind let go.  Laura
mercifully sensed darkness quickly close in around her as
she slumped unconscious to the floor.

*****

End of Book III



