During the first week on campus, Laura was too occupied with getting adjusted to her new job and settling into her new apartment, to give any thought to Wayne Bryant. At the end of each day she was physically drained from the exercises of her five physical-education classes. To get the students to exercise, she had to exercise. When she stopped, they stopped, regardless of her instructions to continue. And the mental drain was almost as fatiguing as the physical work.
Since the high school only had a little over three hundred students, there was only one physical education teacher. That meant Laura Roberts was also responsible for the boys' gym classes. She never had any trouble handling men, but teenage boys presented an altogether different challenge.
"Excuse me, Miss Roberts," from a faceless, uncooperative student. "When you bend over like that, I get a hard-on." Laughter from the class. "And when I get a hard-on, I can't bend at all!"
There was no controlling the laughter and noise after something like that, she realized. And the comments came from everywhere, while Laura had to face the class with nothing but a stem look on her face to bring them back to order.
"I read that fucking was the best exercise of all!"
"Why don't you teach us that exercise, Miss Roberts?"
Then the class would chant, "One… two… three…fuck… one… two… three… fuck…"
The most frustrating part was that she couldn't admit to the principal that she lacked the ability to bring discipline to her classes, and the other teachers, just shrugged their shoulders when she tried to get their advice on the matter. It was obviously a problem they all faced and did the best they could, she decided. Then the words they were all quick to remind her of went through her head: You can use any disciplinary measures you wish, as long as the student doesn't write home to complain to his parents. For the money they pay, they shouldn't have to hear complaints about the faculty!
With that as her only guide, Laura decided to simply endure the frustrations until she had time to develop her own technique for bringing them under control. Meanwhile, the girls only gave her a handful of individuals that would just not do the exercises, with the simple statement, "I don't feel like it." But most of the girls were envious of Laura's voluptuous, firm figure and were anxious to follow her instructions to develop their own bodies.
By the third week, Laura was frustrated, depressed and so fatigued, that she was beginning to think she had made a big mistake taking the job in the first place. It was at the end of one of the boys' swimming classes that her irritability reached its limits and she got into an argument with one of the most rebellious boys.
It was her last class on Friday. The rest of the class had left the swimming pool and obediently filed into the locker room, while she was still scolding Edward Klinger, the most arrogant boy she had ever seen. Right in the middle of her tongue-lashing, he suddenly turned from her, stormed off to the door of the locker room and slammed it in her face.
Laura was furious. She stared at the door to their safe haven and felt team coming to her eyes. Her body was trembling with anger and there was nothing she could about it now that he was in the boys' locker room. She was about to storm off to her office and have a good cry, when something in her head sent her towards the locker door. She opened the lock with her pass-key and walked in. She could hear their laughter and voices over the noise of the running showers as she marched boldly down the rows of lockers.
"Hey!" cried the first naked boy to see her.
"You can't come in here!" said another.
"Who says I can't?" Laura snapped back, pleased now as they cowered away, hying to cover their nakedness. She eyed the group scornfully, not quite sure what she was going to do or say now that she was there. She finally said, "Come over here, Klinger."
The boy reluctantly stepped forward, his hands dropped in front of him to offer some modesty. "I'll get you fired for this!" he blurted out.
"Perhaps," she answered in a calm, soft voice. "But job or not, no one slams a door in my face. And now that I'm here, I've discovered a very interesting fact. The bigger the mouth… the smaller the sex equipment!"
The boy blushed from head to foot, while his classmates howled and laughed behind him. And Laura felt flushed, too, not knowing what caused her to say something like that. Then she was suddenly very conscious of the dangling cocks of the thirty boys in the class. As her eyes scanned the display of jiggling pricks, they locked on the longest, fattest cock she had ever seen. It belonged to the boy they called "Moose".
An idea flashed into her head and she said, "I'd like to see you in my office… errrr… Moose. The rest of you just remember that I won't tolerate anymore nonsense in my classes." Then she turned and left.
So many thoughts were rushing through her head as she entered the small office between the boys' and girls' locker rooms, that she almost felt intoxicated from the light-headed, dizzy feeling it gave her. Then she hated herself for not thinking of the idea sooner, when it was such an obvious way of dealing with the unruly boys. All she needed was someone big enough to enforce her commands; someone from the class that the others would listen to without question; someone who couldn't get fired for his actions. And she had just picked the most likely candidate. He was far from being the brightest boy in the class, but he was certainly the biggest, most powerful-looking boy in the whole school.
"OH!" She let out a startled screech as Moose entered the office without a stitch of clothing. She knew now that she'd have to be much more explicit when giving him instructions. It was just fortunate she hadn't told him to meet her in the larger office in the gym, she told herself, or he'd have had to walk through the halls this way.
"You wanted to see me?" he asked in a timid but husky voice.
"Yes… but I didn't mean that way. You could have gotten dressed first."
"Oh. I wasn't sure."
"Well, it doesn't matter now. This will only take a minute. I'm afraid I only know your nickname. What's your real name?"
"Benjamin Brock," he answered, adding quickly, "They make fun of my initials and call me names I don't like, but 'Moose' isn't a bad as 'BB Brain'… or 'Ball Buster' and stuff like that."
"Well, I'll just call you Ben. Is that all right?"
"Yeah! Hardly anybody calls me that… except my mother."
Laura eyed the 6'3" boy and began to have doubts about whether he was capable of carrying out simple orders without hurting someone. From her sitting position behind the desk, he certainly appeared to be a towering giant, she thought. And she tried to keep her eyes from lingering on his huge cock.
"All right, Ben," she began, staring don at the top of her desk to keep from seeing his giant meat, "I'd like you to be my assistant… you know, helper. When I tell the class to do something, you'd help me to it they obeyed. Do you think you'd like to do that?"
"Yeah! I've never been promoted before. But I bet I could do it."
"I'm sure you can," Laura said, smiling up at him then. She felt her nipples harden and hoped he couldn't see them protrude in her bra and white body suit that was stretched so tight to her form. "How old are you, Ben?"
"Eighteen," he mumbled. "But I started school kinda late."
Laura felt a strange aching sensation in her body. There was some animallike quality about him that kept her from sending him off, even though she was finished. He reminded her of a big, powerful but cuddly bear. She had the urge to give him a big hug, but realized it wouldn't look right with him all naked.
"Do you have a girl friend?" she asked, getting up and moving to a sitting position on the front corner of the desk.
"Naw… I guess I'm too shy… and I don't talk too good when I'm around girls."
"Do you like girls?"
"Sure. But they always run away if I try to touch them… or get friendly."
"Well, if you're a good boy and you help me as my assistant, I'll help you with the girls. Would you like that?"
"You bet," he answered with a big grin.
Laura found herself running out of questions, but didn't want him to leave so soon. There was only a few feet separating her from this towering mass of naked flesh and she felt drawn to it.
"I guess that's it," she said. "Starting Monday you will be my special assistant."
"Can I go now?"
"Yes… of course. I guess you've got a lot to do now that classes are over for the week."
"Naw. I hate the weekends almost as much as I hate school days. There's nothing to do but study, or stand around watching the other kids."
"Don't you go to the dances?"
"Yeah. But I don't know how to dance. I just watch."
Laura felt sorry for the boy. His size and childlike manner probably made him the brunt of the other students' vicious jokes, she thought. She wanted to help him; she felt drawn to his plight because it was similar to her own, she realized. The student body was on one side and they were on the other, waging a losing battle as individuals.
"What you need is a hobby," she offered. "My hobby is photography. When I get bored, I just take out my cameras…" Laura's heart skipped a beat in mid-sentence. A new thought flashed through her mind and she was suddenly excited. "Would you like to pose for me sometime?" shr asked coyly.
"Yeah… I guess so."
"You'd make a wonderful model," she went on, her head spinning with thoughts of lust now. How many times had she been in his shoes? she asked herself, getting thrills from the prospects. "Yes… you have a fine physique…" She took a step closer and reached out her hand to turn him by the shoulder. The boy moved easily and willingly to her guiding touch.
"I take awful pictures," Ben said over his shoulder as she viewed his back.
"You won't be taking the pictures. I will," Laura offered, partly as a joke, while correcting his English.
The boy's total obedience and simple mind gave Laura a light-headed, intoxicating feeling. He remained motionless as she ran her small hand over his big shoulders and down his back.
"Hmmmm, fine back," she purred. Then her hands swept over the cheeks of his ass and she said, "Yes… you have fine, smooth, blemish-free bottom… excellent. Would you bend over please?"
She sounded more like a doctor than a woman to Ben, and he bent forward. Laura's hands trembled as she reached out and spread the tails of ass-meat apart. Now she understood the thrill she must have given many photographers, she thought as she stared at his blinking asshole. They would have poked their finger into hers, but she didn't poke hers into his little shitter.
"Fine," she said softly, releasing the mounds of flesh. Then she readied out a hand and gently guided him by the arm to face her again.
It gave her a wicked thrill, the way he simply did she said. He didn't question any of it. In her own case, she knew in advance that the photographer was simply testing her cooperativeness. If she wanted the job bad enough, he could put her through those paces and finally get around to fucking her.
That Moose's cock remained limp puzzled her. She wondered if the huge slab of meat was incapable of functioning normally. Her hand automatically reached for the cock and she lifted it in her palm, amazed at its weight. Then she bent slightly, reached out her other hand and weighed the big wrinkled sac that dangled from the base of his cock.
"You're hung just fine," Laura said, releasing his balls but still fining his cock as she straightened to look him in the face. "Would you like to pow for me?"
"Sure," he said, suddenly swallowing hard to fight off the havoc her small, dainty hand on his cock was creating.
Just as Laura was about to release his prick, she felt a rumble inside it and squeezed lighter. He gulped at that. The big tube began to throb and fill with the hot blood of an erection. Laura stroked it with her fist and the huge cock sprang up at her.
"Now don't be embarrassed," she said softly when he moaned with discomfort. "There's nothing wrong with what's happening inside you. And I'd like to see it swell up anyway. It's all part of being a photographer…"
But when she managed to take her eyes off the enormous prick to look in his face, his eyes were clamped tightly closed and he was gritting his teeth. Laura smiled at his childlike behavior and opened her fist, then slid her palm up and down the underside of the vein-popping cock. Her fingers flitted around the ballooning prick-head and down to the base, for a tantalizing trip around his balls.
"Unnnggghhh," he moaned at the teasing touch of her dancing fingers.
"Have you ever been with a girl?" Laura asked.
"Oh… no!" he gulped.
"Then what do you do when it gets hard like this?"
"Ahhh… errrr… sometimes… I… errrr…"
"Do it by hand?" she offered helpfully.
"Yeah…" he answered, blushing all over. He opened his eyes to see if she was shocked by his confession. But she smiled at him and his heart pounded faster.
Laura felt the crotch of her white body suit dampen with the warm juice escaping from her drooling cunt. She released his cock and slipped over to the door to lock it. Just a precaution, she told herself. She had no intention of letting him stretch her cunt out of shape with that enormous cock, she decided, but wanted the satisfaction of seeing it explode. And the boy was such a wonderful subject for her improvised games.
"All right, Ben. Let's see how you do it with your hand," she said, with a hint of command in her voice.
"Awww… I couldn't do that," he moaned with embarrassment.
"Of course you can. Go ahead. Just relax and pump your pecker for me."
Moose reached down reluctantly, fisted his cock and jerked it several times for her. Though his eyes were devouring Laura's voluptuous body, outlined so well in her body suit, he wasn't up to the task she wanted him to perform. It was too embarrassing for him to jack off with her watching, he told himself. And he felt his hard-on weaken.
"It's just no good," he moaned apologetically. "I just can't stand here and jack off with you watching me."
"Please?" Laura asked with a soft, flirtatious voice. "I'll even help you. How's that?"
"Well?"
"Here… let me stroke it and you just think about how nice it feels."
Laura stroked the underside of his thick cock with her open fingers. She felt the big vein there throb and watched his big prick stand higher, with a drop of cream oozing from the eye of the ballooning head. The feel and smell of his cock was beginning to build a fire between her legs, but she put all thoughts of taking on his over-sized cock out of her head. Instead she concentrated on lighting the fuse that would explode this giant stick of dynamite, and only wished she had her camera to record the event. But she would the next time, she told herself, excited at the thought of photographing Moose with his gigantic cock spraying huge wads of cum into the air.
After what seemed like a terribly long time, she began to wonder if she could bring the boy's balls to an eruption. She knew, from past experience, that her featherlike touches and deft toying with his cock and balls would bring a normal man to a climax in half the time, but from the tempo of his throbbing cock, she realized she was nowhere near getting it to fire the load in his balls.
"You work it, Ben," she whispered, seizing his hand and bringing it back to his dick. "You pump it for me and I'll try to give you some inspiration."
"I don't think it'll work," he groaned, losing interest now that her dainty hands were no longer toying with his prick.
"Do you like my tits?" Laura asked, ignoring his comment.
"Oh, yes!"
"Mmm… I'll bet you'd shoot your load if I let you have a peek."
Without waiting for an answer, she began a sensuous strip-tease before him, squirming and wiggling until she had the top of the body suit down to her waist, with only her thin white bra containing her nipple-quivering jugs. His eyes grew wider and his jaw dropped farther with every move she made. Then she released the firm, pear-shaped tits from the prison of her bra. She thought his knees were going to buckle when the pink-tipped knockers sprang into view.
Her cunt was creaming furiously at the sight of his longing eyes and mouth. She stepped up to him and pressed her rock-hard nipples against his arm, tantalizing him even more. Pangs of guilt suddenly ran through her head as she tried to understand her motives for this wanton tease she was putting on for him. She couldn't understand why she was putting him through such an ordeal. But even as she sought an answer, she continued her tantalizing game, lifting a throbbing, aching tit with her hand and offering it to his drooling mouth.
The boy lowered his head to capture the treat. And when his hot, moist lips sipped on the quivering nipple, Laura gently hand-fed the smooth, white tit-flesh into his salivating mouth.
"Keep pumping it," she whispered in his ear.
As his mouth sucked an imaginary nourishment from her aching breast, Laura began to get an insight into why she was so intrigued with teasing and tantalizing him. She was driven on by his inexperience and innocent reactions, she realized. It was her first encounter with a virgin male and she was burning with a lust to see him squirm in agony as she taught him his first lessons.
But just as she thought the reason for her actions was her hunger to see the boy's reaction to his first encounter with her body, she realized the juice oozing from her cunt into the crotch of her tights was the result of a more basic lust. She was excited, too. She wanted a release just as much as he did, she realized now.
"Mmmmm… you're such a sweet boy," she purred as he sucked her tit. "And since you do everything I say, I'm going to take off the rest of my clothes for you. Would you like that?"
"Ohhh… yeahhhh," Moose sighed, suddenly jerking his cock at a faster tempo.
"But you have to do exactly what I tell you to do. All right?"
"Anything!"
"You can stop pumping your meat then. We'll take care of that later."
Stepping back, Laura wiggled and pushed her body suit, along with her white pantyhose, down to the point just above her beaver. Then she turned her back to him and, watching his expression over her shoulder, slid the garments over her ivory smooth, white globes of her ass. His cock throbbed and jerked on its own now as she quickly dropped the garments to her ankles and stepped out of them.
"Have you ever seen a girl's pussy?" she asked over her shoulder.
"Only in magazines," he gulped.
Laura turned her head so he wouldn't see her giggle at the pale, faint expression on his face. Then she slowly turned to exhibit her cunt to his gawking eyes.
"There!" she said excitedly. "Now you've had your first look at a real girl… all naked. And as time goes on, you'll learn all there is to know about girls… so you won't be shy and timid around girls your own age. But I think you've had enough for one day now. However, there's one thing you can do… if you want to, of course… and that's just to give me a little kiss… right between the legs. Would you like to do that?"
"Nnnnngggghhh!" he groaned, fisting his cock and jerking it back and forth fiercely, his eyes never leaving the soft, brown patch of her pussy-hair. "Nnnnggg…"
Laura's eyes grew wider now as the huge cock whipped back and forth in the boy's hand. The mushroom-shaped knob puffed bigger and bigger, with a thick, creamy sap oozing from the eye of it. Her mind screamed at her to grab his big cock, stuff it in her aching cunt, and let him fuck the hell out of her. But she was mesmerized by his performance and remained motionless. Then the first shot of thick jizz shot from his cock-head and smacked against the front of the desk just missing her. She watched in awe as the giant prick spit again and again, filling the room with the thick, breath-taking aroma of hot cum.
When the boy had pumped out the last drop of cum from his stiff fuck-stick, Laura felt weak all ever and had to sit on the edge of the desk to keep from falling. She realized now that she had made a mistake in not getting Moose to fuck her. It would surely be the biggest earthquake her body had ever known, she told herself.
Her mind was still swimming with thoughts of his giant cock erupting, when he stepped up to her and got don on his hands and knees. Her mind was so muddled, she stared at him as though she didn't know what he was going to do. Then she felt his warm mouth press tight against her bloated gash, and she snapped back to the present.
"Mmmmm… Ben… you're such a nice boy," she purred, spreading her lop wider so he could really get at her cunt. She saw his eyes examine the pink, moist, puckered cunt-lips with a slight look of apprehension. "Kiss it, Ben. Quickly. Don't stare at it. Kiss it. OH! That's good."
His moist lips pressed against her burning gash and Laura was driven wild with lust. She felt his nose miffing at her gushing cunt juice and hoped it wouldn't offend him. As a precaution, she wrapped her hands around his head and pulled him tighter into her cunt. But her fears were unnecessary, because she felt his mouth open over the mouth of her cunt and a suctioning sensation filled her scrambled mind. It was more than she had hoped for! she realized, panting faster now and knowing her climax was at hand.
The touch of the tip of his wet tongue on those soft, sensitive, aching, burning labes sent electrifying shocks through her body. The surprise also held her teetering on the brink of releasing her orgasm until she knew what else his lustful mouth had in store for her.
"Unnn…" she gasped, feeling the tip slither up and down her juicy slit. "Aaaggghhh!" when he found her clit and toyed with it. "Oh, Ben, you're wonderful! Your kisses are divine… but… stick your tongue in, Ben… stick it in my pussy, Ben… please?"
The boy's mouth sucked and his tongue danced over, around and between the pouting lips of her cunt, but he continued to avoid sticking his tongue in her sucking cunt-tunnel. It was driving her wild with anticipation. Her orgasm was getting impossible to hold back any longer, she realized with alarm. But she didn't want it to explode before she had the thrill of feeling his tongue plunge into her burning cunt-hole.
"PLEASE!" she pleaded. "Tongue it just a little!"
The slippery serpent slowly, cautiously slipped between the inflamed lips, as though testing the steaming heat of the velvety soft tunnel. His tongue sampled the dew from the walls of her burning cunt, driving her frantic for a decision as to whether he liked it or not. She hung, suspended in nothingness, as he tasted and swallowed her cunt-cream. Her legs managed to get up and over his shoulders during the interlude and she squeezed his head tight against the steaming mouth of her cunt.
"Stick your tongue in, Ben," she coaxed in a soft whisper. "It feels so good inside rue. Don't you want to make me feel good? Just a little bit, Ben… and just for a second…"
Then she felt his tongue part the ultra sensitive labes again. It inched slowly into her drooling fuck-hole, a little deeper, and totally unconcerned for her urgent need to possess it. Deeper. It was certainly a fat tongue, she told herself as she waited breathlessly.
"Just… a… little… more," she gasped, poised now for the flush of her juices and an end to the agony.
Suddenly his tongue lunged forward, snaking up her cunt-hole until she thought it was touching the back of her brain.
"Oh! Ahhhh! Nnnnnggghhh! Harder, harder! More! Harder! More! I got it! I got it! Ohhhh, I'm coming! Coommmiinnggg! Aaaiieeeu!"
His tongue lashed around her hole, sweeping the flushing juices from the walls of her cunt as fast as they formed. And Laura felt the waves of her orgasm sweeping over his tongue, one after another, losing count as she rode the breath-taking roller coaster of lust.
"Mmmmm…" she breathed after squeezing his tongue for the last drop of enjoyment and then letting her body go limp with exhaustion. "You're a good boy, Benny."
"When will you teach me more?" he asked, licking his lips.
"We'll see," she gasped, noting the raw, red area around his mouth where her stiff cunt-hairs had rubbed so hard. "But I think we'd better get out of the school before the cleaning people come in. I'll see you on Monday."
"Yeah," he sighed, getting to his feet and eyeing her body with one last hungry look.
"And don't tell anyone about this," Laura added as he backed towards the door. "If I find out you've told anyone, I won't give you any more lessons."
"Don't worry. I won't tell anybody. They'd only laugh at me anyway. They don't believe nuthin' I tell them."
"You're a good boy," she called to Moose as he rushed out the door. Then Laura struggled to get into her clothes again. She was anxious now to get back to her apartment, to eat, shower and sink her tired body into the soft luxury of her bed.
She couldn't help thinking how brilliant her new system was going to be. The following week she would only have to select a boy and girl from each of her gym classes, she told herself, and the discipline matter would solve itself in no time.
But when she got to the apartment, it seemed terribly quiet and void of life. And she was beginning to dread the evening, meals; cooking and eating all by herself only made the apartment lonelier. Even the television didn't add anything to take her mind off the fact that when she left the school each afternoon, she stepped into a void. It gave her a good idea of what Ben was going through, and she wished she had had the foresight to invite him to her place for dinner.
Since she hadn't thought past her immediate desires when she was with the boy, she forced herself to think about the week ahead, to plan for her photo sessions with Ben and the fun she could have while doing it. She made a mental note to invite him to dinner and decided she should begin carrying her camera to school, too. It would open a vast new form of entertainment, she thought with new enthusiasm. And she knew Art would be particularly interested in the shots she could take in the girl's locker room.