At first, the fact that the other teachers ignored her gave Laura an even heavier burden to carry, along with the problems the students gave her, and her loneliness. Now, however, she found their snobbish attitudes too petty to be concerned with. She held her head a little higher, too, pleased that she had met the biggest challenges discipline and loneliness with conquering success.
She met Wayne Bryant at the shopping center as she was returning to her car with her photo supplies. He was quite nervous, she noted, when she stopped to chat with him for a moment. But when he quickly blurted out that he was waiting for his wife, Laura was more understanding.
"I wanted to call you," Bryant said in a hoarse whisper, standing beside his car and embarrassed that he couldn't bring himself to help Laura with her packages. "But it's so risky in a small town like this. But I haven't been able to think of anything but you since that afternoon…"
"I understand," Laura responded sincerely.
"Is everything all right at the school?" he asked, hoping she wouldn't make it a long answer and would leave before his wife arrived.
"Just fine," Laura answered, sensing his inner thoughts and willing to let it go at that.
"Stick with it," he added. "Don't let the others discourage you. You're doing a fine job, but the other women are jealous of you, and the men are afraid to stick out their necks to make friends with you. But you stick with it…"
Laura just smiled pleasantly and nodded agreement as she continued walking to her car. His brief comments explained the actions of the other teachers a little differently than she had thought, she decided as she drove back to the campus. She had expected some jealousy from the women teachers. But not from the men! That had been the most frustrating part of all. With the men treating her like she had the plague, she was beginning to think she had had breath and body odor, too.
A new sense of wicked enjoyment seeped into Laura's mind as she unpacked the supplies. They had almost driven her out of the job, she thought. And she didn't even know why they were doing it! But even in her ignorance, she had outsmarted them. She had a good plan to solve the discipline problem; an exciting hobby that would take up a good deal of her spare time now; and, most important of all, boys to satisfy her wanton desires, as well as any other chores she decided to give them.
Now with her sexual needs satisfied and her mind occupied with the thoughts of the pictures she would take, Laura found she didn't mind spending Saturday night alone. The only thing she missed was not having a darkroom right then, because she wanted desperately to develop the pictures she had taken of Klinger and get started on her album. It gave her a wicked satisfaction to think she had photographs to review at a future date that would help her relive the experiences of the day.
Then she remembered a series of photos that, Art had shown her. They had been taken by a friend of his at college, who had tricked him into visiting a girl's apartment so he could photograph Art in the act of fucking the girl. They were the only pictures, other than his own, that Art cherished. And when he looked at those photos, he relived the experience as though it were happening all over. She recalled how Art's cock sprang to life as soon as he started going through those shots. If he didn't have her with him, to satisfy his lust, he could have reached a climax alone, with his thoughts and his hand. It had made such an impression on her that she decided to take up photography as a hobby.
Sunday proved to be such a boring day that Laura literally rushed to school early on Monday morning. With her 35-mm camera hanging from a strap around her neck, she went to the principal to make the necessary arrangements for using the school darkroom. At first he greeted the idea with cold indifference, which she got around when she offered to hold photography classes after school. It was evident that he was agreeable to anything that would occupy some of the free time of his students and keep them out of mischief.
In the days that followed, Laura was busy selecting students to keep her classes in line, taking pictures in the gym, developing and printing the pictures she took, and setting up the new photography class, it was all so exciting that she wasn't as exhausted at night as she had been before. And she spent her evenings working on photo albums or planning for the shots she wanted to get the next day. She was so busy, she almost forgot she had invited Ben over on Saturday afternoon.
When she returned from shopping, the boy was pacing nervously in front of her door, not sure what he should do when she failed to answer the bell. His face lit up when he saw her get out of the car, and he wished to help her with the packages.
"Oh, you poor thing," she cooed, filling his arms with the results of her shopping spree. But he didn't seem to mind at all now, she noted, and was only too anxious to please her. "I guess I got carried away. But I thought you might not mind hanging my new drapes while I start dinner."
"Sure," he answered eagerly.
The solid beige drapes were the finishing touch she needed for her living-room studio. They would be the backdrop for her photo sessions. And as soon as their dinner was in the oven, Laura went into the living room to supervise and fuss over the way they hung.
"There! That's just right," she purred. "Now how would you like to be my first model?"
"Okay," he answered with equal enthusiasm.
"Then get undressed while I set up the lights," she purred.
The boy stripped off his clothes without a word and watched as Laura set up her camera and arranged the electronic flash units. He was fascinated when he found the two units flashed by themselves when the light as the camera flashed. She went into the details of how the lights worked as she began the series of photos of him in the nude. She made a point of roaming her hands all over his body as she positioned him for each pose, just the way the photographers handled her. And she found the touch of his yielding flesh exciting. He grunted in surprise when her finger popped into his tight stole without warning. But he didn't complain when she savagely screwed it all the way in and wiggled it in his dry shifter. However, she saw his huge cock harden and begin to lift from the invasion of her finger and she watched in awe.
"Oh, Ben," she sighed, reaching her free hand around his hip to stroke his thick meat. "You've got such a beautiful hunk of cock there. Mmmm… I just wish it wasn't so thick, I'd… love… to…"
Laura found herself slipping to a kneeling position on the floor before him as she pulled her finger from his squeezing asshole. Suddenly she forgot about taking pictures and let her eyes record the close-up image of his cock, with its puffed-up head releasing a droplet of cream from the eye there. She wasn't thinking any longer, just reacting entirely on instinct.
He was hairy and the touch of his flesh felt strangely appealing to her lips and tongue. His flesh had a taste of manliness to it. She gripped his fully erect prick with one hand and lowered her lips to its swollen, lust-engorged head. Her tongue flicked out, the tip coming into warm wet contact with the head of his cock. She swept the drop of salty nectar from the eye with her tongue. She circled her tongue around the smooth rubbery knob as he groaned and twisted from the delicious punishment she was meting out to him. Her hands cupped his soft balls and lifted them; her lips parted and ovaled… and his cock was in her mouth.
He could stand the teasing no longer. He gripped her hair with his hands and thrust hard, ramming his cock back against the rear of her throat. She could feel the shaft along the full length of her tongue as the long lust-hardened rod imbedded itself in her throat. She fought back the involuntary urge to choke; saliva filled her mouth and moistened the thickness of his meat as it nestled between her tightly pursed lips, stretching them as they accommodated his huge shaft. She sucked and licked his prick until she could stand no more of the burning itch that was churning in her cunt.
"Come with me!" she blurted out, grabbing him by the hand and pulling him towards the bedroom.
She directed Ben towards the bed, while she hastily skinned off her clothes, tossing them in a heap on the floor and slowing down only as she approached the bed. The sight of his giant cock still made her feel queasy inside, but as she climbed slowly onto the bed, she never took her eyes from the throbbing cock.
"Do you know what I'm about to do?" she asked, smiling down at him.
"Fuck me?" he asked hopefully.
"Yes. And since this will be your first, you will always remember how wonderful it was, and you'll always remember who gave it to you… won't you?"
"Oh, yes. How could I forget you? I'll always remember everything about you, Miss Roberts. You've already made me the happiest guy at school."
Laura smiled affectionately at him and straddled his legs. She dipped her head to quickly paint the swollen knob of his cock with saliva. Just a little lubrication, she told herself, but lingering there to savor the salty taste of his thick meat.
Taking a deep breath, she positioned herself over the ballooning head of his dick and fisted the shaft, bringing her steaming-hot cunt in contact with the blunt knob and almost having an orgasm when her hot moist cunt-lips sipped at it.
Ben remained motionless. He stared with saucer-eyes at Laura, watching the pretty girl sit on the tip of his stiff cock, noticing the intense way she concentrated on the task. But the pained expression gradually appearing on her face gave him the idea his cock must be hurting her and he wanted to tell her not, to go any further just to please him. As a matter of fact, he would have preferred it if she would just go back to sucking his dick. The thrill of her warm, moist mouth was the most exciting experience his cock had ever known. But for Laura, the pained expression only reflected her determination and lust to fuck his giant prick. When the puffy lips of her pussy stretched around the big knob, she got a gagging feeling in her throat and a frantic, dizzy, blissful feeling in her head. Then her only concern was whether she had made a wise decision choosing this position. She wasn't sure she was brave enough to impale herself on his giant prick.
Slowly, the blunt, puffing, swollen cock-head parted her cunt-lips and moved into her fuck-hole. The boy choked back a cry of ecstasy as the labes closed like a rubber band behind the knob of his cock and he felt the steaming heat and satiny softness swirl around the sunken head.
With the feeling that her pussy had just swallowed a basketball, Laura gritted her teeth, clamped her eyes tightly closed and released the flooding juices of an orgasm. She remained poised in that position until the shock waves subsided, squeezing every drop of enjoyment out of the sensation, and waited until her breathing caught up with the needs of her burning lungs. Then she opened her eyes, squirmed her ass in circles and impaled her cunt completely in one fast move.
"AAAgggghhh!" she cried as her cunt came down on the giant cock, sending it so deep inside her it seemed to fill her total being.
For one brief moment, Ben was going to save her from her attempted suicide. But when the delayed reports from his cock reached his brain, his body jolted from the shock of the sensation he now felt. Suddenly he thought his prick had been swallowed by a man-eating cream puff, and it was delicious. So delicious, he could only whimper in delight.
Laura flushed a series of orgasms onto the throbbing prick. It was the most mind-consuming, cunt-filling cock she ever imagined possible. She felt faint and weak all over as the pulsing thick meat continued to draw wave alter wave of girl-flux from her cunt. Then the first spray of his cum splashed into her snatch, washing away the anxieties and torments. She lowered herself onto his chest then, too weak to move. And she remained motionless until his cock weakened and went limp inside her cunt. But even limp, his prick was a filling, delicious sensation.
"Boy! That was good," Ben announced when his limp cock finally slipped out of her hole and slapped against his leg.
"Mmmm." Laura managed and slid off him onto the bed.
She dozed off then, filled with contentment, only to find her mind flashing nightmarish dreams into her head. When she awoke, Ben was licking his big flat tongue over her tit. She smiled at his eagerness to please her, and the boy licked harder and faster.
"We should be getting up," she sighed. "The roast in the oven will be done soon."
"I'm hungry," he gulped between licks across her tits.
Laura remained motionless, waiting for the strength and will power to return to her tired limbs as Ben massaged her tits with his muscular, wet tongue. Her mind wasn't paying much attention to him and wandered aimlessly over the past. She wondered what Art was doing and when she would see him again. It surprised her that she missed, him more now than during her moments of depression and loneliness.
Then she felt the boy lifting her legs up off the bed and she shot him a glance. He was down between her uplifted legs and lowering his head to lick her cunt.
"No more, Ben," she sighed.
But his large tongue licked a path down the crack of her ass and swept between her legs, right over her juice-filled cunt. The massaging felt good, but the way he held her reminded her of a baby having its diaper changed. Her legs were high, with her ass off the bed, while he applied baby oil with his tongue. The fat tongue licked over the balls of her ass, up between her legs and over her pussy again. And again. She realized he was determined to do a good job and was going about it with meticulous attention to her two holes.
She felt the slippery tongue curl into a point and dart up her asshole, sweeping the dry, hot walls of that tight tunnel with its moist, saliva-painting lashes.
"No more, Ben! No more!" she cried as it snaked and wiggled in her shitter. Only her head and shoulders were on the bed now, while he lifted the rest of her high to penetrate deeper into her bung.
With the help of her squeezing ass muscles, his tongue finally slithered out of her butt. But he licked at the blinking asshole with the flat of his tongue and it was driving Laura wild. She sighed with relief when he finally stopped to catch his breath. But even then she was tormented by the hot air from his nostrils sweeping over the junction of her legs, down the crack of her ass in the back and through the tingling pussy-hairs in front.
"No! Ben, no!" she screamed when his hot mouth dropped to her juicy cunt. But he paid no attention to her. There was nothing she could do but surrender to his diving tongue now. It felt too good to fight off, she told herself as he cleaned the combination of their sex-juices from her cunt. The licking, slurping, eating sounds drove her to another exciting orgasm.
"Good?" he finally asked, grinning at her from between her spread-eagled legs.
"Wonderful…" she sighed, returning his grin. "But I hope you haven't mined your appetite."
"Not me," he shot back. "I'm always hungry."
"Then put me down so I can fix our dinner."
"Did I lick you good?" he asked as he lowered her to the bed.
"You were terrific," she purred.
"I wanted to lick you good so you know how much I liked the way you fucked me. I couldn't think of any other way to show you how good you are."
"Ben, you picked the best way possible to show me!"
Between Ben and Edward, Laura didn't have to worry about not getting enough fucking and sucking in the weeks that followed. The two boys were at her beck and call, day or night. And although she had come upon these two boys by accident or fate she couldn't have picked two better subjects for her selfish, lustful motives.
Because no one in the school ever suspected anything was going on between her and the half-witted Ben, or the arrogant Klinger. The other teachers assumed she had zeroed in on these two boys just to keep them in line.
Meanwhile, the two boys became her best public relations spokesmen and Laura found they had built an image tot her that couldn't have been executed better by the best of Madison Avenue. And she soon found herself the most popular teacher in the school with the boys… and even with a few of the girls.
At first Laura suspected her popularity was the result of one of them Klinger most likely bragging about their little extracurricular-activities. But as time passed, she realized this wasn't the case at all. The two boys didn't tell anyone, and weren't even sure of each other, though they had met several times at her apartment.
While most of the guys openly flirted with her now, which she considered normal and healthy, none of them made lewd passes. Laura considered this to be additional proof that her two favorites hadn't told any tales. And the men teachers continued to give her plenty of room, fearing someone would start a scandalous rumor if they didn't. The only man on the campus that broke this rule was the ground keeper's assistant. He was a few yew younger than Laura, about twenty she guessed. A handsome Italian boy, but openly lewd.
"Wanna teach me some exercises, teach?" he'd call to her as she walked from the school building to her apartment.
But Laura simply smiled and went her way. Or if he was close enough to hear a whisper, she'd torment him with, "Eat your heart out!"
No sense playing with fire, she told herself the first time she was tempted to encourage him. Besides, who needs him?