Following the week-long vacation, Laura found herself riding a new wave of popularity at the school. It began Sunday afternoon, as the parents were returning their kids to the campus and several of them made a point of stopping off to see the principal, to praise Miss Roberts for the amazing change they had noticed in their sons. Not only had their son's marks improved, but for the first time the boys were actually anxious to get back to school. When the word got around the campus, many of the teachers began to treat Laura with some respect and even a touch of friendliness. She found the resulting ego-trip to be one of the greatest experiences she had ever known, since it was the first time she had been praised for her work and not her looks.
While the names of the students whose parents complimented her weren't revealed by the principal, Laura knew it had to be Ben and Edward. Her first impulse was to recruit more of students, but she quickly realized that every time she added a boy to the membership she ran the risk of being discovered. So she put that idea out of her head, for the time, and concentrated on living up to her new reputation as an outstanding teacher.
Laura realized her greatest weakness was getting through to the girls in her classes, since she didn't hold a magic spell over all of them the way she did with the boys. The biggest problem she faced was breaking up the hold a few girls had over the rest. These four or five girls seemed to dictate the behavior for all the others, and Laura couldn't find the key to their influence. But before she had a chance to seek an answer to the puzzle, the facts found her.
"Miss Roberts!" a breathless, excited young girl whispered hoarsely as Laura was walking across the gym floor towards her office at the end of a class. She turned to look at the frightened student. "I think you should see what's happening down in the locker room, Miss Roberts!" the girl said, almost in tears.
"What is it?" Laura asked with concern, but moving in the direction of the stairs without waiting for an explanation.
"They've got that new… Debbie… and well you'd better see for yourself?" The girl was in tern now.
Laura broke into a run, with the girt following. As she raced down the stairs, two at a time, her 35-mm camera bounced wildly from the strap around her neck and hurt as it slammed into her sides. She was tempted to stop as she passed her small office downstairs to drop it off, but didn't wait to lose the time.
When they got to the locker room, the girl signaled that Laura should be quiet. They walked swiftly but noiselessly past the lockers until they came to the end of the tow and could see in to the shower room. The first thing that caught Laura's eyes was the shy, girlishly plump new girl stretched out naked at the opening to one of the shower stalls. Her wrists and ankles were tied with towels and she was stretched spread-eagle across the entrance to the stall, with a sock jammed in her mouth as a gag.
The pretty blonde girl standing before Debbie was the self-proclaimed leader of the group of rebel girls. It was more a reflex than an intentional action that made Laura take a picture of the scene. There were two other girls with the blonde, but they were out of the camera's view. From the angle Laura was shooting behind the lockers.
Laura's first instinct was to rush in and put an end to the torture scene. But she hesitated, knowing that they would try to explain it away as a joke, just an innocent prank they were playing to scare the girl a little. So she waited in silence to see just what the three girls had in mind.
As Sally, the leader, stepped back from her prisoner, Laura saw that she was holding a brush in her hand, with the wooden handle already tucked into the squirming girl's cunt. Again the camera's viewfinder was at her eye, and Laura recorded the scene.
"Just what's going on here!" Laura shouted then, stepping out from behind the lockers. The blonde girl froze, while her accomplices managed to slip away before Laura could see who they were.
"This little cunt had it coming," Sally declared boldly, releasing her grip on the brush, leaving the handle lodged in the girl's pussy. "And if you try to make a big deal about this, we'll get you, too!" Then she stormed off to her locker, passing Laura, who could only stare in disbelief, speechless and shocked.
Obviously the girl wasn't afraid to confront the school officials, Laura realized. Then she turned to help the young girl. Before saying, or doing anything else, she eased the blood-stained brush handle from the girl's tender cunt, getting queasy at the sight of it. Then bending to put the "evidence" on the floor, she quickly untied Debbie's ankles first, then her wrists. The girl pulled the sock out of her own mouth and flung herself in a sobbing, trembling mass against Laura.
"Poor kid," Laura whispered, hugging her tight. "Let me go call the doctor."
"No!" Debbie cried. "Don't call anyone!"
"But we must," Laura said softly, trying to calm the girl. "We have to report… and she'll be expelled."
"No! Oh, please don't tell anyone," the girl said between sobs.
"Why did they do this?" Laura asked in a whisper.
"I… I told my parents I didn't want to come back to this place… and when I told them about… Sally and her friends… and how they push all the girls around… my parents told the principal! I told them not to! I told them they'd get even!"
"There, there. It's all over now. Let's get you cleaned up and out of this place."
Laura soaked a towel in warm water and gently dabbed away the blood from the girl's legs. When she pressed the warm dampness against the girl's aching cunt, Debbie moaned, a moan that sounded strangely familiar, like her own moans of sensuous delight when she pressed her own cock-filled cunt against a man's groin. She rinsed out the towel and brought it back to the girl's pussy, sopping wet this time, and pressed it against her cunt.
Laura held the towel pressed firmly in place between the girl's legs as Debbie squirmed her throbbing pussy into the wetness, confused and embarrassed by the sudden conflict stirring inside her now. The pain had given way to a new warm agony and she squeezed her thighs together, locking the wet towel and Laura's hand there for more of the steaming-hot, satisfying sensation that was generating within the walls of her recently raped pussy. It was a self-healing agony, the girl realized as Laura coaxed her along with understanding tenderness and compassion.
"Don't fight it," Laura whispered, stepping closer and pressing harder with the towel, sending warm streams of water cascading down the insides of Debbie's thighs. Then using her body as a shield from the eyes of anyone that might be watching, Laura brought her free hand up to the girl's tits and gently massaged the soft mounds until Debbie's nipples fizzed-out straight and her moans became groans of animal-lust.
"That's it," Laura breathed in her ear, "Let yourself go. Flush it all out… You'll feel better afterwards."
"Nnnnggghhhh," Debbie whimpered.
"Come on… a little more. Grind your pussy into the towel. Mmmm… feel my hand on your tit. Let yourself go…"
"Oh…! Aaaggghhhh! Ooo-WWW! AHHH!"
"Now doesn't that feel better?" Laura sighed, rubbing the towel in small gentle circles over the flushing cunt.
"Mmmmmm… yes… mmmm… much better…"
A quick glance over her shoulder and Laura realized the girl that had called her in the first place was nowhere in sight, and she knew the girl, too, must be in a panic now for getting involved. It was obvious to Laura that Sally knew the girls wouldn't come forward and tell what had happened. Even if she decided to report it herself, Debbie probably would deny it all anyway.
Then after helping the girl get dressed, Laura walked her to the girls' dormitory and went on to her own apartment, alone and tormented with the weight of it all on her shoulders now. The kids knew exactly what they had to do nothing but Laura felt it was her own duty to do something about it. Even the pictures she had taken were useless, she told herself, unless the girls were willing to back her up.
Over a hefty Scotch-on-the-rocks, she tried to put it all out of her mind, and found herself thinking about the roll of film she had developed during the day, with thirty-six views of Tony's muscular, naked body… as well as a few of her own. She drained the Scotch from the glass, picked up her camera without thinking and rushed out of the apartment to return to the school's darkroom. There was still time, before the school was locked for the night, to make prints of those negatives, she told herself. She couldn't wait any longer to see how they had turned out.
Once she was in the darkroom, a feeling of warmth and security came over her. As she put the camera on the counter, she thought of the last two pictures she had taken. Her hand reached out automatically for the developing tank and the light switch. As she worked, on the more interesting job of printing the negatives of Tony, the film was developing in the tank alongside her. By the time she finished developing the last print, a new thought developed in Laura's head along with the picture.
"You wanted to see me?" Sally said in a brazen tone as she stood at the door to Laura's apartment.
"Yes. Please come in," Laura said in a sweet voice.
"Look, it's Friday afternoon and I've had it with school," the girl retorted. "I've got more important things to do."
"Of course you do," Laura smiled, pouring on the sweet act. "But this will only take a minute. I want to show you something and I can't do it out here."
Once they were in the living room, Laura handed the girl an envelope with the two enlargements and just waited for her reaction. The attractive blonde opened the envelope, took out the pictures and looked at them without a change of expression.
"So? Someone already told me you took pictures. You should have warned me so I could have put on some make-up and fixed my hair."
"Are you a lesbian, Sally?" Laura asked in the same soft, sweet voice.
"Are you crazy! Of course not!" the girl snapped back.
"Take another look at the pictures. Someone who doesn't know all the facts would assume you were making love to Debbie. See? Take a closer look at the one where you're right up close…"
"It's a lie!" the girl said in a trembling voice. "And I've got boy friends who'll testify to that!"
"Hmmm… I'm glad to hear that. But you know how it is when a person has their doubts. You know… maybe she swings both ways! And of course a girl's parents could get upset with a rumor like that…"
"This is blackmail!" Sally blurted out.
"That's funny. I hadn't thought of it that way. It's a point. But I'd prefer to think of it as fighting fire with fire."
"What is it you want?"
"Well, to begin with, I've been looking for a model to do some figure studies with, and since you are pretty, I thought you might like to pose for me."
"You mean naked?"
"Yes, of course. You have a beautiful shape to go with that pretty face, so you'll be ideal."
"I couldn't pose naked!"
"That's what I said the first time. But actually, it's a great experience. Unless of course you'd rather take your chances with those picture being circulated around…"
"All right! I'll do it!"
"Should we get started right now, or are you too busy?"
"Anything you say, Miss Roberts."
"Good. Take off your clothes, dear."
Laura remained standing in the center of the room, watching with a fixed stare as the girl began to disrobe. She knew, how embarrassing and humiliating it was to be watched like this and wanted to make the girl suffer as much as possible for what she had done to Debbie. When Sally was down to just her bra and panties, she gave Laura a helpless, pleading look and got a stem, unsympathetic stare in return.
"Look at those lovely tits," sgd Laura when Sally timidly slipped off her bra. And when the girl reluctantly lowered her panties, Laura went to where she was standing and ran the palms of her hands over the satiny smooth globes of her ass. Then she fingered her cunt. It was all to humiliate the girl, and it worked.
Finally, when Sally was totally naked, Laura began a series of classic poses front, back and side views, standing, then sitting. To add to the girl's discomfort, she made a point of posing her with generous use of her hands on the girl's cunt and ass, enjoying the agony on Sally's face.
"You're doing just fine, dear. Now I want you to turn your back to the camera and bend over… more… that's good. Spread your ass. I want a shot of that cute little asshole. Wait, I'll show you."
Stepping up behind Sally, she positioned the girl's hands on the smooth white globes of ass-flesh and showed her how to pull the cheeks apart to reveal her skitter. Muffled sounds of despair escaped from Sally's throat at the thought of being humiliated this way. Being photographed in the nude was difficult enough for her to bear, but the disgrace and shame of getting her asshole photographed was mortifying. Then, just as the male photographers had always done to her, Laura cork-screwed her finger up the girl's asshole, pleased with the muffled screech Sally tried to stifle. After twisting and wiggling her finger in that tight tunnel, Laura yanked it out suddenly, causing another screech from the girl, and then went back to take the picture.
"Good. Now sit on the edge of that bench and spread your legs," Laura said.
"Please, Miss Roberts," Sally pleaded as she took her place on the bench. "Haven't you taken enough pictures?"
"Almost. Now open your legs… more… more… got it. Okay, I want you to reach down with both hands and spread your cunt open. Come on let's get this over with. Spread your cunt, a little more… good. Now smile. That's it…"
When Laura was satisfied that she had completely recorded the girl's naked body, as well as her humiliated, anguished facial expressions, she said, "Let's take a break now. How about a nice stiff drink?"
"I could use it!" said Sally as she quickly followed Laura to the kitchen.
Laura poured straight Scotch into two large, ice-filled glasses and motioned the still-naked girl to take a stool alongside the snack counter. Sally eagerly sipped the throat-burning liquid, feeling it go all the way down to her stomach and thankful for the warm glow it gave her insides. As she got accustomed to the taste of the strong drink, she took large sips, anxious to get it through her system and into her head. Only then would she be able to accept the ordeal she had just been through, she told herself, as Laura remained standing across the counter watching her with grim satisfaction. But Sally was no longer self-conscious about her nakedness.
"Did you know that kid Debbie was a virgin?" Laura asked as she poured Sally another drink.
"I guess so," Sally sighed, feeling the effects of the first drink now and getting over the nervousness of the ordeal. "And she's still a virgin. Giving your cherry to a brush handle doesn't count. But we didn't know for sure…?"
"How would you like to be raped by a girl, first of all, and with a wooden brush handle?"
"She had it coming," Sally defended herself in a trembling voice. "She squealed on us to the principal… and… and… they kill stool pigeons, you know!"
"There's no need to get so upset," Laura said when she saw team welling up in the girl's eyes. It occurred to her that the girl thought she was going to be raped with a wooden handle. "I don't get my jollies from girls. Especially at the end of a wooden handle. So relax."
"What about inside?" Sally shot back, fighting off the team. "Why'd you do all those things to me? A normal girl doesn't feel up another girl and finger her cunt and all!"
"Yes, I know. But I wanted you to experience some of the humiliation you made Debbie go through. It didn't give me any enjoyment, but it was something you had coming!"
"Well, I guess it's not so bad then, now that it's over and I know you're not queer."
"Good. Because there's still a few more pictures I want to take before we call it an even exchange for what you did."
"What kind of pictures? You've already photographed me inside and out!"
"Just a few of you fucking. That's all!"
"Huh?" Sally gasped, but suddenly realized it was too late to do anything about it.
While they had been in the kitchen, Tony and Ben had slipped into the apartment, as Laura had meticulously planned, and Tony was now standing in the kitchen doorway, totally naked. Ben, meanwhile, was hiding in the bedroom, waiting for his signal from Laura to enter.
"Not bad," Tony grinned, devouring Sally's body with his eyes.
"Mmmm… you're not so bad yourself," from Sally, eyeing his stiff cock as it swayed gently from side to side.
Laura laughed and said, "Now see how thoughtful I… getting you a nice young stud, instead of a wooden handle?"
"When do we start fuck… I mean posing?" Sally purred, just a little tipsy from the drinks.
"The sooner the better," Laura laughed, leading them back into the living room. "You kneel here, Sally. That's it. And Tony, you stand right in front of her like that. Good…"
"Hey!" Sally blurted out when the eye of his cock stared into her face and she realized what they were doing. "You said we were going to fuck, not suck. I don't go for this."
"Just relax, dear. Take Tony's cock in your left hand. Come on… get a good grip on it. Mmmm… isn't it nice and hard? Stare at it as though you want it, like it dying to eat it… good, good. Now let's get a shot of you licking your lips. That's it. You're doing fine."
Between the Scotch muddling her brain and the smell of the cock in front of her face, Sally moved as she was told.
"Now lick your tongue across the head of it…"
"I… can't," Sally moaned, staring at the purplish knob with longing, but unable to follow the last order.
"Of course you can," Laura coned. "Just look at that big, glistening cock. Mmmm… I can almost taste it myself. And I'm going to, as soon as we finish taking these pictures. So you better do it while you've got the chance."
Reluctantly, Sally placed her tongue on the side of the puffing, ballooning knob. The cock, or her tongue slipped just a little, she wasn't sure which, but the tear-drop of cum that was oozing from the piss-slit was on her tongue now. The salty taste made her twice as dizzy as the Scotch, and she found herself licking the cock-head harder and faster.
"Easy," Laura said, capturing everything on film. "I want you to slide your tongue down it now. All the way down. Lift his cock high. Come on. Now lick Tony's balls. Fine…"
Sally was obeying more willingly now. Her tongue licked with increasing enthusiasm, while Tony remained silent, just standing before her with his hands on his hips and grinning at her. She discovered she liked the taste of his big thick meat, and the feel of it throbbing on her tongue stirred the juices in her pussy. Until now, everything had been a degrading act she was forced to perform. But the smell, taste and feel of Tony's big cock put her in a different frame of mind. She licked the vein-popping shaft from his balls to the tip and back again, measuring it with her tongue for the tight fitting she wanted in her cunt.
"I never saw a cock as beautiful as this," she whispered softly between licks.
Tony brought his hands to the sides of her face and guided her licking tongue over his steaming-hot cock. He was breathing heavier, too, forgetting Laura and her picture-taking as he concentrated on the soft pillows of pink flesh that were Sally's lips.
When she closed her eyes, Tony quickly opened the lids again with his thumbs, aroused even more by the way she looked up at him with such a helpless expression. He knew by the look in those dreamy blue eyes that she wanted his cock in her mouth. She couldn't bring herself to do it, he knew, but wanted desperately for him to do it to her. He pressed his thumbs into her cheeks, forcing her jaws to part and eased the blood-gorged head of his cock between the oval opening of her full, sensuous, pouting lips.
Tony's knees almost buckled when the sensitive head of his cock felt the wane moistness of her mouth and the examination her tongue was already giving the invading knob. Her hot breath, forced from her flared nostrils, swept over the still-to-be swallowed length of his trembling, anxious prick.
Sally whimpered and mooned as his hard prick inched deliciously along her flattened tongue, moving deeper and deeper into her throat. Saliva seeped from, the comes of her mouth, trickled down to her chin and dripped onto her tight-nippled tits. She gurgled lust sounds deep in her throat and simply relaxed all her muscles in a yielding surrender to his cock.
Meanwhile, Laura watched patiently from behind the camera. Taking any more pictures at this point would show little change in the ones she already had of his cock in the girl's mouth, she decided, and just watched. The scene had already made the juices start oozing from her own cunt. The sight of Tony's big cock lodged in Sally's mouth, along with the girl's animal-lust sounds, were driving her to distraction.
Laura decided to shed the slacks altogether. She felt better once they were off and only her nylon panties dampened from the oozing girl-flux from her weeping pussy. The cool air that swept over her legs brought her attention to the fact that she was sweaty all over, and she pulled off her sweater next and finally her bra. It was, like a refreshing shower when her bare skin felt the cool room air sweep over her now. She slipped a hand inside her panties to move the clinging material away from her crotch, and let her hand linger there without thinking. Then she watched the couple comfortably, with her middle tinter toying casually with her clit. And she probably would have worked herself to an orgasm if Ben hadn't slipped up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder. It startled and scared her, until she realized who it was. She had forgotten all about him hiding in the bedroom waiting to be called into the act. But he appeared at just the right moment, she decided, and signaled the boy to take his place on stage.
Sally was totally unaware of Ben's presence behind her until he lifted her by the hips, while Tony held her head firmly locked against his groin. She still didn't know who it was, and if she had, would have been horrified at the boy they called "Moose" on campus. But she panicked anyway at the idea that there were now two men at her body and she was helpless to do anything to stop them.
Laura began taking pictures again, but her thoughts were on Ben's huge cock, as she watched him bring the fully erect prick closer to the unguarded slit of the bent-over girl. Laura knew every inch of that huge meat and wished now that he was behind her instead of Sally. Her own cunt was panting furiously for that gorgeous prick, but she forced herself to stick to her original plan. She knew the girl would go out of her mind when he began stretching her cunt to the limits with his giant rod. And with Tony's big cock in her mouth, the girl would feel like a pig on a barbeque spit, she told herself. A fitting reward for what they had done to Debbie.
Ben took the cheeks of Sally's ass in his big hands and pulled them in opposite directions, exposing her little blinking asshole completely. He bent down then and licked his cow like tongue over her shitter and Sally screeched with delight, allowing Tony's cock to slip deeper down her already choking throat.
"AAAgggghhh!" Sally cried at the wet licking sensation on her asshole. "Aaaaggghhh! Unnnggghhh! Ooooowww!"
"Stop… wasting… time!" Tony growled through clenched teeth. "I… can't… hold this back forever!"
Immediately Ben snapped up from his ass-licking chore. He fisted his cock and guided the enormous knob to her pink cunt-lips. Then he vigorously mashed the knob in circles over and around Sally's drooling cunt, lubricating the blunt head for his plunge into her tight, velvet-soft, steaming fuck-hole.
Sally wasn't sure what was happening behind her, but she didn't think it was his cock. It seemed too big for that. But when it started to part the tender lips of her cunt, and continued to stretch and stretch, she began to panic. Her mind told her that Laura was going to get even by having a baseball bat shoved up her cunt.
"Ohhh! Shit! You bastard, hurry!" Tony hissed. Sally felt her young slit stretch around the head of Ben's prick and realized it was filling her to capacity. Up and up it inched, until she thought she would faint from the size of the cock, and still it inched up farther. She couldn't scream or fight back, and found herself rising on tip-toe. Two big hands suddenly clamped tight on her tits and she had an instant orgasm.
"Nnnnggghhh!" Tony cried, knowing he was about to explode his cum in her throat. The gurgling sounds from her orgasm was sending bubbling saliva over and around his cock and he fought desperately to hold back his cum.
"Oh, shit… Nnnnggghhh! Suck it, baby! I'mmmm cominggggg! Suck my cock good! Aaaaaggggghhh! Coming! Aaahhhhh! Mmmmmmm…"
Sally choked, gagged, swallowed and thought she was drowning in the flood of thick cock-sap splashing down her throat. All she could do was grab his hairy leg and dig her nails into the flesh, hoping to save herself from mounting the peak of another orgasm. The thick fuck-cream spilled out of her mouth, ran down her chin, down his cock and over his balls, ruling her nostrils with a mind-consuming stench of manliness.
But as much at she loved it, Sally's mind wouldn't let her forget the big hands on her tits, which were pulling her back onto a long, thick cock, convincing her now that it was bigger than even a baseball bat. Each throb of Ben's thick meat thundered through her cunt and pounded in her head, taking away from the thrill and excitement of the shooting cock in her throat.
"Aaaaggghh!" she cried, when Tony finally pulled his thick prick from her mouth. She opened her eyes to see what they had taken from her, not even sure what it was, her mind was so confused. She knew she wanted it back, however. It took her mind off the piercing cock splitting her cunt in two.
"You suck cock pretty good for a beginner," Tony said, smiling down at her.
"Mmmm… please," she whimpered, "don't leave me."
"My friend back there will make you forget all about it."
"Noooo… please. Mmmmm… it's so big…"
"Ahhhh," said Ben as his balls slapped against the cheeks of her ass. "It's all in. Mmmm, you're tight… good."
"Is that you, Benjamin Brock?" Sally gulped.
"Yeah… I hope you're not mad."
"Ohhh… noooo…" she purred, feeling the walls of her twat stretch easily around his thick meat now, aided by the flood of her girl-flux. "You're so big, Ben. Mmmm… your hands are so big and strong, too. Keep rubbing my tits, Ben. You're driving me out of my mind!"
Tony sauntered back to Laura, wearing a big grin and a limp cock. She smiled weakly at him from behind the camera. Other than taking pictures, there wasn't any fun in this for her, she realized. And now the tormentor was perhaps more tormented than the victim, she thought as she eyed Tony's dangling, soft meat with despair.
"Diddle me, Tony," Laura whispered, still bending over the camera. "I'm so hot I can't stand it any more."
"I'll get a hard-on again," he answered. "Can't you wait?"
"No! Damn it!" she hissed. "Diddle me!"
He reached his hand inside the flimsy panties, sliding his fingers tantalizingly over the cheeks of her ass, until they reached the sopping-wet crotch and he realized she was telling the truth about being too hot to wait. Then he yanked the thin material down over the full, perfectly matched globes of white ass-meat, marveled at the sight momentarily and slithered his hand between her legs.
Laura sighed at the first touch of his finger on the panting lips of her pussy. She reached down and quickly stripped the panties down her legs, kicked them off and opened her legs wide to savor the delicious taste of his fat finger slithering between the puckered lips of her slit. Just the feel of his hard, thick finger sliding up and down the crease of her twat was a relief.
"Mmmm," she breathed softly as his other hand swept gently over the curves of her ass, giving her chills of excitement.
While one finger deftly teased at the entrance to her cunt, his other hand swept up over her back, around to her tits and fondled then gently with a soft, squeezing, milking action. But before bringing total satisfaction to her jugs, his hand swept down her stomach, over her hip and back to her ass, where he started the same tantalizing trip all over again. It was delicious, Laura told herself. He had a definite knack for building every inch of a girl's body to the peak of excitement and anticipation… Then his fingertip located her clit and he toyed with that, while his other hand lingered on her tits. She could feel herself reaching the peak of an orgasm from the way he was handling her body so expertly.
But he didn't just want her to have a quick release, Laura realized. He wanted to lift her to the summit and keep her there. The minute she found herself going for the climax, his hands moved from what they were doing and started on another spot. Like now, her tits were quivering with delight and his hand suddenly left them to massage her ass.
Laura concentrated on the finger at her clit and it slipped back to toy with her asshole. Then his hand was back at her tits and his finger invading her shitter. She groaned at the thick digit squirming into her hot, dry bung, but when it was all the way in, she wiggled her ass on it. She loved it now. And his hand was a delight on her rock-hard nipples and tender cunt-meat. Again he squeezed a farewell to her tits and brought his hand down her stomach, combed his fingers through her pussy-hair and deftly sank the middle finger in her mushy cunt. With a finger up her asshole and another in her cunt, she was dancing on her toes to the tune of an orgasm. She was breathing hard and fast now.
As she wiggled, and squirmed, Tony brought his open mouth to it tingling skin of her ass and sucked on the jiggling white balls of flesh. It was all she needed for a push over the top of her peak. She grabbed the hand it her cunt, locked it there for safekeeping and yet the sex-juices flush out of her delirious, convulsing pussy.
Laura had barely squeezed out the last drop of cunt-cream when Ben howled with delight and Sally screeched. The forgotten couple were obviously reaching their own climax, Laura realized, opening her eyes.
"Oh!" Sally screamed. "Oh, Ben! Fuck me hard! I'm coming! Commmiing Nnngggh!"
The boy locked her tight against his groin, her ass jammed into his belly and his cock going into a frenzy in the steaming-hot sleeve of her gripping, squeezing, sucking cunt. And the last thing Sally remembered was the jerking meat inside her and the sudden splash of cum deep in her cunt.
Laura put the finishing touches on her picture taking with a shot of Ben slipping his juice-soaked cock from Sally's cream-filled cunt; one of them smiling gratefully at each other; and finally one of Sally's wide-eyed expression as she stared at the huge size of Ben's cock, not believing even now that she had had it all inside her cunt.
"Is everyone happy?" Laura sighed.
They grinned and nodded back at her, though Sally walked with a bit of difficulty now. She ached all over and was still a little dizzy from the Scotch. As a joke, she walked bow-legged across the room to where Laura was standing with Tony.
"I don't think my legs will ever come together again," Sally said with a big grin.
"Forget that! You can always wear a long skirt," Laura laughed. "But what are you going to do about your new baritone voice, honey?"
They all laughed at that and Sally said, "Skit, I need a drink. Do you mind, Miss Roberts? Maybe it'll clear my throat!"
"Let's have a gang-bath," Sally said excitedly.
"A what?" Tony asked.
"You know… the four of us get into the tub together!"
"Are you crazy?" Laura laughed. "My tub isn't big enough to hold Ben all by himself. As a matter of fact Ben takes a bath once a week in the pool, during class!"
As they sat around the snack counter, still naked, trading jokes and eating the sandwiches, the phone rang. Laura eased herself from the cushioned stool, motioned with a finger to her lips for the others to be quiet, and ran into the living room to answer the phone.
"Hello," she said softly, hoping now that no one had heard the noise in her apartment and complained.
"Hello yourself," Art's voice rang in her head.
"Art! Is that really you? I don't believe my ears. Where are you?"
"Hey, take it easy. I'm in the city."
"When did you get back, lover?"
"I just got in. And this town is dead without you here. How fast can you get that gorgeous ass of yours down here?"
"I… don't know," Laura said more slowly. "How long will you be in town, Art?"
"Just till tomorrow night. Then I have to fly to Washington for a few weeks and then I'll be back for good."
"That sounds great. But to tell you the truth, I'm too damn exhausted to make that trip tonight, and even if I drove down in the morning, we'd only have a few hours."
"Yeah… Ain't it a bitch? You're right. It's too long a trip. But, listen, I'll be back in two weeks, and I'll be setting up my own studio again, just like old times. I want you to pack it in up there and come back to the Big Apple… All right?"
"Call me when you get back and we'll talk about it."
"Hey, baby. What's to talk about?"
"Well, I just can't walk off the job with two months to go in the semester… I'm the only gym teacher they have. It just wouldn't be right."
"All right. I hadn't thought of that. How's it going up there? I'll bet that fuck town is driving you fruitcake."
"I've really been so busy I didn't notice."
"Listen, honey, you warm up my meal for me… you know what I mean… and be ready to serve it hot on a silver platter in two weeks. All right?"
"Yes. Of course. I'll see you then…" When she put the phone back in the cradle, Laura felt torn with indecision. Determined, however, not to let this problem spoil the fun of the moment, she returned to the kitchen.
As she walked inside, she said that only Tony was there.
"Sally and Ben are taking a bath," Tony said with a grin.
"They'll never make it," she laughed.
"Let's go watch," he said with a grin.
"Go ahead. I'd rater have another drink."
Tony grinned and took off for the bathroom.
When the burning sensation of the straight Scotch slithered down her throat and reached her stomach, Laura found herself still thinking about Art and the decision facing her. What was she going to tell Art? Her life would be much less complicated and threatened if she returned to live with him. But on the other, she couldn't be sure how long the security of it would last before she found herself out looking for another job, with Art off on another spree of assignments. She poured another drink and wished Art hadn't called just when everything was going so well.
"Well, they got in the tub," Tony said as he entered the kitchen. "There isn't much room for water, but they're in it getting wet and all soaped up… and Sally is washing his face with her pussy."
"Would you like a drink?" Laura offered.
"To tell the truth, I'd rather get back to the living room…" he said, a little embarrassed by his youthful eagerness.
"Yes, I know. Come on. We'll build a giant fire in your balls and end your horniness."
Laura followed him into the living room, grinning at the boy's uncontrollable eagerness. She knelt on the floor before him then and smiled up into his wide-eyed face, then leaned forward and pressed her puckered lips to the tip of his lifting shaft. His cock sprang to life with new vigor. She was flattered that he could get another hard-on so fast just looking at her face, and she licked the ballooning knob of it sensuously.
"Oooowww," he moaned at the sight of her tongue on his cock. "You're wonderful, Miss Roberts."
"I think you'd better lie down, Tony, just in case your legs go out at the last minute…"
When the boy was stretched out on the floor, Laura crawled between his legs and lowered her pouty red lips to his swollen, lust-engorged cock. A flick of her tongue and the drop of oozing cum was gone from the eye of it. Her hands reached down and cupped his soft balls and lifted them as her lips parted and sucked his cock into her warm, moist mouth. She fed the pulsing meat along the full length of her tongue until the long shaft embedded itself in her throat. His mewling cries of pleasure encouraged her to suck harder and bring him the thrill of her talents. She slipped a hand under him and her fingers tapped sensuously at his asshole, while her tongue circled and twisted serpent-like around his mouth-filling cock.
Suddenly Tony pushed Laura's mouth off his cock and, looking her in the eye, asked, "Miss. Roberts, could… would you let me… would it be okay if I screwed you in the ass?"
Laura looked at the boy in shock for a moment feeling her asshole contract in fear. Then, as she thought about it, the very perversity of the idea began to turn her on.
"Yes!" she hissed at him. "Go ahead and fuck my ass, Tony. Take my cherry and make me love it!"
Tony gasped eagerly and get behind Laura, who crunched forward and presented him with her.
His fingers explored, then found what he was seeking… His middle finger sank to the second knuckle in the tight forbidden orifice of her ass.
Laura gasped and jerked reflexively forward, but Tony had her lightly pinned in position and he brought his cock up into line with her tautly puckered little shifter. Guiding it with one hand, Tony eased his cock-head up to her tight, muscular asshole. And then, with a flick of his hips he pushed forward, pressuring his knob against her bung until the tight, elastic like little mouth finally yielded. First an inch, no more… just enough to give her a taste of what was to come.
Laura groaned with pain as she tried to adjust to the invasion of Tony's cock up her butt. She began to have second thoughts, but then noticed that the pain seemed to be easing, replaced by a tingling sensation.
Tony eased another inch of cock into her asshole, while Laura panted and whined beneath him as he skewered her asshole on his prick. At last, Tony gave a sharp, nearly inaudible cry and rammed his cock home. It sank like a heated knife into soft melted butter, right up to its hairy base in the incredibly tight tunnel of her ass. He'd never felt anything like it! No virgin cunt could possibly be like this! It was as if a warm gloved hand had suddenly gripped his prick and was pulling and pumping him like crazy!
Tony could see the spectacle that the two of them were creating reflected in the mirror that hung on one wall. The sight was like something from a fantastic fantasy… Laura, naked and helpless, pinned beneath him, her face contorted with a combination of lust and agony, her mouth half-open in a silent moan, her long hair tossing from side to side, her firm, tempting young tits dancing and swaying deliciously beneath her as she squirmed lewdly about.
Tony was held to his lewd tableau like a magnet. His prick ached inside her tightly constricting asshole, and suddenly he could wait no longer. He had to fuck it, had to ram his aching cock in and out of her clutching asshole until it exploded. She was a helpless heap of quivering female flesh, unable to move a muscle, just crouch there beneath him as he relentlessly fucked his thick fleshy cock into her quivering shitter.
Tony felt a gush of warm juice ooze down Laura's thighs and onto his own and he knew that she had reached the end. He felt her asshole contract involuntarily, tightening even more the viselike grip her tightly locked shitter had on this throbbing prick. He'd held it as long as he could. There was no point in waiting any longer. Wit a frenzied burst of energy, he rammed deep up her ass-tunnel again and again, sodomizing her viciously with every deep, tearing thrust. Like a madman, he slimmed his prick into her clinging butt.
"Oooohhhh! Yes, Tony, hurt me, hurt me! AAAggghhh! I love it!"
Tony gripped her hips with both hands, his own eyes closed as if he used every ounce of his energy driving his thick cock deep into her guts again and again, harder and deeper with every punishing jab.
"A… Hump back!" he cried out loudly, with no shame or embarrassment, as his cock for the first time exploded like a hand grenade deep up inside her hotly clasping shifter. His balls slapped wetly between Laura's thighs drenched with the sticky film of her own wildly erupting juices that seeped out and trickled down the soft smooth insides of her openly straining legs. His own white-hot jizz squirted in a thick torrent deep up into her bowels.
Tony moaned as his balls emptied inside her, then he dropped to the carpeted floor beside her as his cock grew limp and rubbery and slipped from her still tightly sucking asshole with a loud, wet plopping noise that seemed the fitting end to the afternoon.
"Mmmm…" Laura sighed, when she was finally able to breathe normally again. She opened her eyes to see Tony stretched out on the floor with his limp cock hanging exhausted between his legs.
What am I going to tell Art? she asked herself again. How can I possibly leave my boys? How can I leave this crazy, wonderful school? They need me!
"Miss Roberts!" Sally's excited voice rang out from the bathroom. "Ben's stuck in the tub!"
"I'm coming," Laura called back, slowly lifting herself from the floor.
That big crazy ape needs me most of all! I guess I'll just have to tell Art I discovered my career as a teacher is more important than his… his… his what? His cock I guess! And I still have a series of asses to photograph. Can't leave until I've finished that task.
"Ben wants to know if you're angry, Miss Roberts," Sally called to her.
"Sure… tell him I'm looking for my ruler!" she answered with a laugh.