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Greetings, all!
Here is the fourth book to Attitude Adjustment. My current intention is to
end the series with Book VII, but sometimes things change (meaning it might
be just a little longer). Book V will be posted in April (I hope), so stay
tuned.
Lcdrjmc
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[lcdrjmc] Subject: Attitude Adjustment Book IV (Ff+/F,
reluc) by lcdrjmc@aol.com
Standard Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction.
It is intended for Adults Only, so if you're not--then go
away. It is not intended for sale, but if you'd like to
pass it around, feel free. Just keep the header and text
as is and all will be well. Enjoy the story.
Lcdrjmc
Attitude Adjustment Book IV
*****
Laura awoke to find herself, curled up and shivering, nude
on the dirty carpeted floor of the former cinema. She sat
up and checked the recently installed clock on the far
wall.
"Oh, no," she moaned. Laura was stunned to see that it was
already well past six. School had ended for the day over
three hours ago! Near the cabinets were the piles of class
materials that still needed to be put away.
"To hell with it," she said dully.
She was much too tired to even think about doing anything
else tonight. Actually she felt more then just tired.
Laura acted as if she were in a state of shock. Her
nervous system had reached its limit and had overloaded.
Her mind was now in a complete fog. She would just make
sure the door to the room was securely locked when she left
and hope for the best. She would fix everything tomorrow.
She had to get dressed and go home, while she still had the
strength to do so.
Laura slowly went about the room, collected what few
articles of clothing she had left, and placed them on her
desk. Going through the desk's drawers, she found a old
box containing three tiny safety pins. She put on her
clothes and shoes, then used the safety pins to close the
front of her top. The pins strained dangerously under the
pressure exerted by her thrusting, high-set breasts, but
Laura could only hope they would hold, at least until she
arrived safely at home.
She wearily made her way through the nearly deserted school
to her homeroom for her things, the clicking of her heels
on the marble floor echoing through the empty halls.
Surprised that everything was as she had left it for a
change, she gathered her purse, coat and briefcase, then
started walking towards the parking lot, her mind focused
completely on the seemingly impossible task of getting
home. Laura was so tired that she cared nothing about the
commotion her appearance was causing with the few remaining
students in the building as she made her way through the
quiet halls.
Once outside the vast old building, the cool, crisp fall
evening somewhat revived the stricken teacher, and the fog
shrouding her mind lessened in its intensity. The world
felt so...so real to her now, not like that upside-down
insane asylum she had just left. She turned to look in
disbelief at the silent school behind her.
"Impossible!" she whispered. "It's impossible!" Her
dulled, overworked mind refused to even consider the day's
grotesque events as real.
The thought of soon being able to reach the quiet sanctuary
of home made her feel a great deal better.
*****
The hot waters of the Jacuzzi bubbled and boiled, and the
nude Laura luxuriated in them. She loved being in the
water, and went swimming at every opportunity. Only her
neck and head were above the turbulent, noisy water as she
reclined on the long, low seat which followed along the
inner wall of the Jacuzzi. By her side was an almost-empty
bottle of Bordoleno and a glass. Although the fall
darkness was only relieved around her by the light of three
scented candles, Laura still kept a damp wash cloth
covering her eyes. She wanted to escape the world for a
time and this seemed the best way to do it. The odor of
sandalwood, Laura's favorite scent, was heavy in the still,
night air.
She had no memory of her evening drive to the Manchester
home. One moment she was standing in New Berlin's parking
lot, and the next she was stopped in front of the now
familiar ranch-style home.
Seeing no cars or people around, she walked quickly up the
drive way and entered the side door to the garage.
Thankfully the garage was empty, which meant that she had
the place to herself for a time. She went across the
garage and through the open kitchen door, taking the
precaution of locking it behind her. She finally relaxed
in the knowledge she was safe at last. No one could get to
her here!
Feeling something strange, the dazed Laura looked down and
saw that the small pins she had used to close the front of
her top had all disappeared.
"Oh, hell!" she cried. Her breasts had been completely
exposed for all to see for God only knew how long!
"Damn, damn, damn!" Life was so unfair sometimes. So that
was why that honking pick-up truck full of boys was driving
right next to her, the boys all pointing! Pointing at her!
She had ignored their childish antics, of course. But,
now! My God! Laura blushed at the thought of their looks
of wonder and awe; yet, despite the embarrassment of having
her bare breasts seen by those teenagers, her nipples
hardened once again and her breath caught from her sudden
feelings of uncontrolled excitement.
Laura quickly tore off the outfit that had tormented her
all day and threw the hated top and skirt down the basement
stairway. On impulse, she kicked off her sandals and
tossed them down there as well.
She immediately went to the pantry and pulled out the first
bottle of wine she could find. After finding a suitable
glass, an opener, a washcloth and three scented candles
with a lighter, Laura grimly headed for the Jacuzzi.
After her fourth glass, she had finally been able to start
thinking again.
****
It was all too much for her. She could not believe that
this day had actually happened. Yet her sore and still
tingling body told her disbelieving mind otherwise.
She had been forced to parade herself in an outfit she
normally would not be caught dead in. She had been
deliberately spanked twice by a 14-year-old girl (even if
she did deserve it the first time, that still didn't make
it right). She had been made to climax in her own
classroom, once in front of an unsuspecting class! As if
all that hadn't been bad enough, she had even been sexually
attacked by another of her students, whom she had
deliberately attacked in turn, and which, to her shame,
proved to be an action that she thoroughly enjoyed. It was
this act which had finally made her aware of the awesome
fact of her own hitherto unsuspected lesbianism.
Nor was this all! There were still Missy's supposed
revelations about her carefully planned role in the
Jennings affair, and in Laura's own sexual awakening to
consider.
"Whoa," murmured Laura. She removed her eye cover, sat up
and poured herself another full glass of wine, which she
quickly put to her lips. As she drank, she noticed that
the house was still dark and deserted. Feeling better, she
laid back down in the water and covered her eyes with the
cloth once again.
She had been thrown out of her family's home, and according
to Missy she was now some sort of sexual plaything at night
for the teenager to enjoy at will, while she stayed with
her and her mother, Doris.
"What nonsense!" Laura snorted. It was just another of
Missy's damn mind games to keep her off balance. Even
Missy wouldn't dare violate her like that, though she would
probably like to do just that, the mischievous little
bitch.
Still, her dreams had been so vivid, so sexual since she
started staying here. Was it possible that she was being
seduced, manipulated in her sleep?
"Oh, please," she said disgustedly as her natural common
sense took control. Missy, a 14-year-old sexual
Machiavelli? Hardly. It was that damn imagination of hers
running into overdrive again.
She realized now that her strange dreams were actually a
product of her own repressed lesbian feelings. "Yes. It
figures," she murmured. Since her real sexual orientation
was now evidently out in the open, her dreams should be
much more normal in the future. Thank you, Dr. Freud. So
much for Missy's claim of late-night visits to her bed.
"Ha! Kids!" chucked a relieved Laura.
No, Missy's strange attitude toward her had something to do
with the girl's invitation to stay with her and her mother
for the remainder of the school year. Laura was positive
of it. That, and a young person's natural desire to take
credit for things and events for which they couldn't
possible be involved with, let alone understand.
The invitation to stay probably came from her mother, and
Missy really did not want her to stay after all. She was
just trying a little reverse psychology on her. The
teenager was trying to scare her off! Even that stuff
about being in control about what she would wear from now
on was just silly kid stuff! After all, what student would
be crazy enough to really want one of her teachers to
actually live with her and her family, especially while
school was still in session?
"That little shit!" Laura said fondly. It all made perfect
sense now. Naturally, the teenager had to do it as
drastically and dramatically as possible. Yet, even with
this new understanding of the teenager's motives, Laura
still couldn't help but cringe whenever she though of what
the girl had done to her this day, especially in the HR-F
classroom. It wasn't right, it just wasn't right at all.
Laura desperately realized that she had to have that long
awaited talk with the girl, and soon. Who knew what she
might try next? Missy obviously did not understand how
people had to respect the privacy of each other's bodies,
even woman-to-woman. The teenager obviously still had a
very young child's freedom in that respect.
Laura realized that the problem was she did need a place to
stay, and being here with Missy and her strange mother was
indeed the correct, if a bit unorthodox, solution to her
dilemma. But this certainly was the place to be,
especially with this wonderful Jacuzzi!
Laura found herself moving a bit closer to one of the water
jets so it could spray directly onto her breasts. Even
after five glasses of wine she couldn't stop herself from
letting the water excite her, even though it turned her on
a little more then she really wanted by its bubbling
caresses while spraying a marvelous stream directly on her
now stiffening nipples.
It reminded her of a time when she was 14 and her family
was visiting the home of wealthy relatives during the
summer. She had climbed into their pool and swam
around waiting for her two snobbish cousins, Megan and Zoe,
to join her. They were 16 and 17, and would rarely
condescend to even talk to her, let alone acknowledge her
presence. When she saw them arrive she swam over to where
they were and put her arms up on the side of the pool and
once again tried to join yet another one of their endless
talks concerning their clothes, cliques, and complexions.
After several minutes of talking about nothing in
particular, a jet came on and blasted a stream of water
right onto her chest. It did make her jump a little at
first but no one noticed. The feeling of the water rushing
around the material of her thin one-piece suit made her
nipples swell, but fortunately no one could tell what was
happening as her breasts were just out of sight below the
surface. She knew she have to be careful now if she wanted
to leave the pool, since it would be terribly embarrassing
to go walking around her family with her nipples sticking
out like bullets through the suit.
Yet the more the water rushed, the harder her nipples
became. She knew she should at least move away from it, to
give herself time to calm down again, but the feelings were
so good she kept delaying any change of position. The
wonderful sensations had even spread down from her chest to
her stomach and were soon growing between her legs. The
idea of the entire family being around her, yet not knowing
what was really happening to her, especially her stuck-up
older cousins right in front of her, was so exciting it
made her head spin.
She didn't think it was possible, but after a while the
constant caressing of the water on her breasts was causing
her sex to start throbbing, tingling. She had closed her
legs tightly together to help control the luscious feelings
radiating from her labia and clitoris, swelling under the
tight fabric of the suit, but the rubbing of her smooth,
wet thighs under the water only seem to make things worse.
Feeling very close to the edge, she had placed her arms
over the side of the pool and had tried to climb out, but
her cousins had chosen that moment to enter the water on
either side of her. For some reason she never understood
they, talking all the while, had pressed close to her,
hemming her in. They had even placed their arms around her
waist. She had quickly found herself unable to escape the
deadly jet of water! Oh God! Why had she waited so long
before moving?
She was sure there was no way her older cousins could
possibly know what was happening to her under the water,
yet she knew she couldn't last much longer. It wasn't much
of a choice really. It was either humiliate herself in
front of her cousins by a combination of climaxing and
drowning, or spend a life-time of living this down when she
told those smug, superior bitches what was happening to
her.
She had just made the decision to drown instead of asking
for their help, when her father and uncle came out of the
house and settled at a table by the pool directly in front
of her! Her uncle had even started to talk to her, but she
had been only able to squeak out the barest of responses
before, puzzled, he gave up and returned to talking with
her father.
It was then that she had first realized she had a very
strange, highly active imagination about certain things,
especially during those times when she was feeling very
sexy. Although she knew it was impossible, she had felt a
hand slip between her slick thighs and begin to rub her
crotch, while a soft voice quietly cooed in her ear, "Let
me help."
When her aunt and mother had come to join their husbands at
the table, she had been shaken by a monstrous climax! She
remembered that, although stunned, she had still managed to
hang on to the side of the pool as her body buckled and
thrashed about in the water. To her surprise, her cousins
did not let her drown, but instead had moved immediately to
keep her reasonably upright, with her head above the water.
Of course, feeling their hands moving so freely over her
hips and even her budding chest, as they held her up, would
normally have cause a severe rebuke on her part, but things
then were anything but normal. She was not capable of a
protest. She was not really capable of anything, except to
cling desperately to the side of the pool as her vagina
joyfully spasmed. Her 14-year-old mind had been totally
blown!
She felt her legs drift apart, and after that things became
very confused for her. Even now she still wasn't sure what
had happened after that glorious, if secret, first orgasm.
All she knew for sure was that her body was then subjected
to an endless stream of climaxes, wonderful secret
climaxes.
She had had one of her best orgasms of her young life that
day, plus countless others, and thankfully no one knew but
her. She was sure of that! How could they?
She had soon lost all track of time, but she supposed that
she had only been in the water for at most 60 minutes that
day. After her body had finally calmed down again, she
found that she was totally exhausted. The adults had long
gone, having tired of the hot sun and returned to the cool
inside of the elegant house, while her cousins had left her
side shortly thereafter, to play at the other end of the
pool. She was left alone, and so had to take care of
herself.
Laura was so exhausted she wasn't able to pull herself up
over the side anymore. She had to clumsily splash to the
nearest ladder. Once out of the pool, she had
automatically reached behind her to adjust her suit bottom,
but was shocked when she found it was no longer there! The
fabric must have crept up during her time in the water,
because it was buried deep into the crevasse of her behind,
baring her buttocks completely as it dug tightly into the
soft sensitive flesh of her labia.
Panicked, she had turned and just threw herself back into
the pool with a tremendous splash, swallowing half the
contents of the pool in the process. She quickly fixed her
suit, then returned sputtering and coughing to the surface.
She remembered that her cousins seemed to be very amused by
it all, the shits!
Looking very much the drowned rat, she had climbed out of
the pool and then staggered on shaking legs over to
collapse on her beach towel. Her cousins had later told
her that she had had a strange smile fixed on her face as
she slept all that afternoon. Even her parents had asked
her later what had made their normally moody daughter so
content.
"Oh, it's nothing," she told them all. "Just a lovely day,
you know?" She never had the nerve to try that again,
seeing how so out-of-control everything had become. She
knew she was very, very lucky no one saw or could have
guessed what was going on with her that day. Her mother
would have killed her for sure! Even her cousins never
mentioned anything, although they did start inviting her
over for pajama parties after that. Of course she didn't
go to any. She was far too sensible a person for anything
so childish.
14! What a long time ago. Laura had forgotten all about
that time in the pool until now. Smiling at the memory,
Laura closed her eyes and tried to forget her problems of
the present; but, how could she? There were so many things
to think about, so many things that needed a decision by
her, she was not sure how to begin.
Find a home, that's where to start.
All of her stuff was already here, and she really had no
where else to go. Her few girlfriends were all married now
and, not surprisingly, would hardly appreciate having a
single female move in with them. She certainly could not
go in with any of her family. Besides, she was painfully
discovering that good apartments were very hard to find
this time of year. OK, then. She would just have to keep
her new post office box, and have a separate phone line
installed for her bedroom here. It was perfect.
Well, almost perfect anyway. Now that she knew she was a
lesbian (amazing!), she would have to be extra careful in
her dealings with Missy and even Doris. With her newly
realized deep, sexual longing for women, she was sure they
were vulnerable now to her own wild desires and fantasies.
She had to learn to control them so that she wouldn't be
attacking every pretty girl, especially students or her
hosts, which she came into contact with.
The school would throw her out for sure if she didn't!
So, all things considered, the most important tasks she had
to accomplish tonight were: first, find where her clothes
were being kept and start dressing much more conservatively
(they couldn't all still be at the cleaners, could they?);
and, second, have a very long and serious talk with the
precocious Missy.
Content that she was once again on the right track, the
exhausted Laura settled in the comforting waters for a
little nap.
*****
Through the roar of the Jacuzzi, Laura gradually became
aware of the sound of laughter.
"Must be the neighbors," she muttered, and prepared to go
back to sleep.
A wave of hot water breaking over her face brought the
shocked nude teacher sputtering angrily to her feet.
"What the...!" Laura began to say, then stopped. Stunned,
she was suddenly aware that all of the house and exterior
lights were on, and that the Jacuzzi as well as the outside
patio were now full of people.
"EEEK!" she screamed and, covering her body as best she
could, quickly fell back into the water and went directly
to hide on the shallow bottom.
She wanted to stay under forever, but the heat and need for
air soon drove her head above water. Still keeping as low
in the water as possible, Laura began looking for
something, anything to cover herself with, but she couldn't
find a thing. There was not a towel or a bathrobe
anywhere. Laura cursed herself for her stupidity in not
bringing a wrap with her when she first came out.
"Oh, no! Not again!" she groaned as she tried to find a
convenient place to hide in the busy tub. She was naked in
public once more. She was trapped in the Jacuzzi until
they all left, or until Missy or Doris brought her
something. To be caught naked by Doris yet again would be
too much to bear right now. Which left Missy.
A young child was playing by herself near to where she was
squatting in the water.
"Oh, little girl? Do you know Missy, Missy Manchester?
She lives here."
"Who are you calling little? I'm seven already."
"I'm sorry. My mistake. But do you know Missy?"
"Yes, sure. What's it to you?"
Holding her temper, Laura tried again.
"Could you ask her to come here, please? I need to see her
about something very important."
"Why don't you find her yourself? Your legs broken or
something? I'm busy."
"A-ha. What's you name, honey?"
"Georgette. What's yours?"
"Laura. Now could you please find Missy and tell her that
I really need to talk with her?"
"Are you naked?"
"What?"
"Are you naked? When you stood up I told Mom you were
naked, but she said you were just wearing a very small swim
suit."
"Look. Could you please..."
"I bet you really are naked."
"Well, yes. As a matter of fact, I am...without clothes
right now. OK, now will you please..."
"Hey, Mom!" Georgette screamed across the tub. "You were
wrong! This lady's bare-assed in the hot tub!"
"I know she is, Georgy," replied a casually dressed young
woman sitting on a chair alongside the tub.
"Yea, but you said we always had to be in bathing suits or
something whenever we come here!" screamed the girl.
"It's all right, Georgy," said the mother patiently.
"Don't worry about it, honey. She lives here."
"OK!" chirped Georgette loudly. "But if she does something
in the water, don't blame me!"
"Shit," muttered Laura, and she sank humiliated under the
water. She hid there as long as she could, then returned
to the surface, only to find Georgette still waiting for
her.
"Hey, lady! You still want me to find Missy for you?"
"Never mind," muttered a disgusted Laura, as she started on
a series of enough deep breaths to go under the water
again, only this time for a very long stay. About a year
should do it.
"OK, but she's right over there!"
Laura reluctantly turned to look where the girl was
pointing, and sure enough, there was Missy on the Jacuzzi
steps waving to her.
"Come on! Mom wants you to help serve."
"What?"
"Since you are staying here, you need to start earning your
keep."
Laura didn't remember telling anyone of her decision to
stay here. Yet here was Missy, her mother and everyone in
the neighborhood for that matter already acting as if it
were an accomplished fact.
"Wait a minute," protested Laura. "I didn't say anything
about..."
"By this time Mom's probably mad enough at you to spit
nails. You'd better come with me. Now."
Oh, God, not that! Doris was angry with her and she had no
idea why.
"Missy, I can't!" cried Laura. "I want to, really I do,
but I can't go in there like this. I can't leave the tub.
Don't you understand? I'm not...I'm not dressed!"
"Oh, great. You lost your clothes again? What is it with
you and clothes?"
"Missy, you little...!"
"OK, OK. Wait here and I'll get you something."
"Now wait a minute...," she began, but Missy had already
gone. Well, no reason to worry really. It will be all
right. Even though she never had a chance to tell her,
Laura was sure that the teenager would bring her something
practical like a robe or even a swimsuit. It will be all
right.
Laura remained with her body hidden under the water and
tried to avoid being trampled by the younger, more careless
users of the tub. Although she knew she was being
serepiticiously watched by those women outside of the
Jacuzzi, she refused to look anyone in the eye.
"Damn!" she said quietly to herself. "It's not my fault
everybody in the entire neighborhood had to come here
tonight. Don't these people have homes?"
"Thank God!" exclaimed the relieved Laura when she saw
Missy returning down the Jacuzzi steps.
"Here", Missy said when she stopped just above the water.
The girl carelessly tossed two colorful bits of cloth into
the air.
Must be a swimsuit, Laura quickly thought. Way too
colorful to be anything else.
Still, not wanting to get her only clothes wet even if it
was a swim suit, Laura found herself forced into rising
full-length from the water and rushing madly towards the
tiny pieces of falling cloth.
She caught the clothes just before they hit the water.
"Ha!" she said in triumph. She quickly examined them and
was disappointed to discover that it was not a swimsuit
after all, but some of her own underwear.
"Hurry up, will you? Mom's really pissed at you for
stalling around like this." With that, Missy spun around
and quickly returned to the house.
"Oh, no!" Laura exclaimed. She could never wear this stuff
while she was still wet, she would show right through! She
just had to get dry first, but how?
Laura looked around for a towel but suddenly noticed how
everyone she could see was staring at the naked woman
standing in the Jacuzzi. Oh God! It was her! They were
all staring at her!
She tried to cover herself with her arms, without getting
her clothes wet, but girls in various scout uniforms and
swim suits were all over the place. She was surrounded!
Her arms were not enough!
She had to get somewhere and dry off. As calmly as she
could, Laura walked toward the Jacuzzi stairs. But, as she
was going up the steps, a hand smacked her on her wet left
buttock and her nerve broke.
"AAAAAHHHHHH!" she screamed and ran, her breasts dancing
unheeded on her chest, her tight buttocks quivering with
her rapid movement. Having to dodge laughing guests
practically every step of the way, a mortified Laura
frantically dashed up, then down the short stairs to the
outside of the Jacuzzi, sped around the well-lighted patio,
and finally fled screaming out into the comforting darkness
of the large back yard.
She did not stop running until she reached the wire fence
at the far end of the yard.
The panting teacher hid behind a tree and waited for her
breath to return and her heart to stop its incredible
pounding in her chest. She looked back toward the house,
but, thankfully, as far as she could tell no one had
followed her out into the night. She quickly checked the
surrounding yards, but as near as she could tell, she was
still gratefully alone.
She had never been so publicly humiliated. She couldn't go
back there, yet already the crisp night air was chilling
her to the bone. Her nipples were becoming painfully hard,
and her bare skin, steaming weirdly from the hot water of
the Jacuzzi, seemed to be turning into one massive goose
pimple. She had to go back, she had no choice. It was
just too damn cold.
With a sick feeling, Laura realized something else. She
was feeling excited, terribly excited! The fact of being
so naked and vulnerable in public had left her almost
dripping in arousal. She knew it was insane, but she was
practically boiling inside. Her skin tingled and her hands
shook with the need to touch her aching breasts and
suddenly throbbing crotch!
"Oh God, oh God! What is wrong with me?" she sobbed in
despair. What the hell was happening to her? She had to
get dressed, and quickly, before someone saw her body like
this! She groaned again as she stared down at herself in
the dim reflected light from the house. She looked like
one of those girls in the men's magazines her father would
hide down in the basement that she had always found so
oddly fascinating. Glistening wet skin, nipples erect, her
sex ready... God! She couldn't let anyone else see her, she
just couldn't!
Her shaking hands reached for her breasts and cupped them.
Oh God! It felt so good! "Stop it!" she yelled at
herself. Her hands quieted and returned to her sides, but
her body still simmered with passion.
Fortunately, her run had helped to dry her body
sufficiently to where she now felt able to put on her bra
and panties without too much worry. In the lights of the
Jacuzzi, she had eventually recognized the floral pattern
as belonging to one of her old bikini bra-and-panty sets.
As least they shouldn't be too small a size this time,
since she had gotten them when she was in college.
Unfortunately, Laura knew her teasing past was once again
catching up with her. Her bra was made of a very thin
nylon, and was cut to show a great deal of cleavage, not
like her newer more sensible ones. At least the panties
wouldn't be too bad, although the waistband didn't come
very high on her hips.
She was at least grateful that the underwear set would
follow, more or less, her fading tan lines from the summer,
so that the various white lines going across her body
wouldn't be a problem. Especially the marks left by her
thong bottoms that Missy had found so interesting earlier!
How embarrassing that she would notice those!
In putting on the bra, she realized that must have somehow
bent the front clasp, because it just would not close
properly. The slightest extra pressure on the clasp would
cause it to pop open.
"Shit!" Laura muttered as the clasp opened and her breasts
eagerly escaped into the night air for the third time.
Well, she would just have to be extra careful and hold her
breath or something until she could get to her room and
hopefully change into something a little more appropriate
for a house full of guests!
She slipped the panties on, grateful to have some
protection on her hips at last. She winced when she pulled
them up too securely and the crotch band pressed tightly
against her swollen labia and clitoris. "Oh, my!" she
groaned. The pressure had almost made her climax!
Not breathing, Laura stood with clenched fists as she
fought to regain control of her body. Finally, she felt it
was safe to move and started to breathe again. "Phew!
That was a close one," she muttered. She very carefully
pulled her panties back down a little.
Finally, as ready as she could ever be, Laura took a deep
breath and started walking timidly back towards the well-
lighted house.
She first tried keeping her arms crossed over her chest,
but her bra still kept opening. She eventually found that
the faulty clasp would stay fastened mainly if she crossed
her arms over her chest, with her hands resting on opposite
shoulders. She found it was awkward to remain like this,
but Laura figured that it was well worth a little
discomfort if doing so kept her bra decently closed and
covered her over-exposed cleavage at the same time. At
least for once she wouldn't have to worry about her hips
very much. She was more covered in these bikini panties
then in some of the swimsuits she owned.
Laura stopped for a moment just before entering the lighted
area by the patio, and quickly surveyed the situation.
"My God! It's a convention!" she said in wonder.
While she had napped, a miraculous transformation had taken
place. Girl scouts of every age and uniform were running
everywhere. The Jacuzzi was also full of them, in scout
swimsuits naturally. Troop leaders were scattered about
the area, trying unsuccessfully to maintain order as they
carried trays piled high with food and drinks. There were
also neatly dressed women talking in groups, who Laura
understood to be the mothers of the scouts. Laura noticed
that, oddly, no men were to be seen.
Laura paused as she looked at the mothers. Some of them,
she noted, were rather nice indeed. Yet, there was
something about them that was different. Then it came to
her. They weren't different, she was! Laura was no longer
looking at them in her usual cool glance of appraisal that
one woman usually gives to another. Oh, no! She was
looking at them in an entirely different light. She was
looking at them now as potential sex-partners, willing or
not.
"Wow," Laura muttered. "One day as a lesbian and already
I'm Jaclyn the Ripper."
Trying her best not to look too conspicuous in her
underwear, Laura walked calmly into the light and went in
search of Missy's mother. Even though she would rather
have gotten some suitable clothing from somewhere first,
Laura knew she just had to see the supposedly irate woman
before she could do anything else, otherwise only God knew
what Doris would be capable of doing.
Laura knew she was in serious trouble the instant she
looked through the sliding glass doors to the kitchen and
saw the flashing red light on all of the house PC screens,
along with the message, "LAURA! COME TO ME!" Oh, God!
What did she do now?
Forgetting any pretense at dignity, she ran into the
crowded house and quickly found Mrs. Manchester in her
usual spot behind the kitchen counter. The woman was
positively vibrating with anger!
A stunned Laura went around the counter and stood before a
furious-looking Mrs. Manchester, who just stared coldly at
her. When the woman finally began to type, even the words
that started to run across the screen looked angry. She
wondered again what on earth she could have done to provoke
this terrible hostility.
WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO USE THE JACUZZI?
"Well, no one, but..."
HOW ABOUT MY WINE?
"Well, I needed..."
WHY DIDN'T YOU COME WHEN I CALLED FOR YOU?
"Well, I would have, but..."
WELL NOTHING! YOU'VE BEEN VERY SELFISH AND VERY BAD AGAIN,
HAVEN'T YOU?
At the sight of the word 'AGAIN', Laura started to tremble.
Her buttocks tingled in remembrance of her spanking by
Missy, when the teenager told her she had to do it because
she had been bad. Oh, God. Was that what Doris meant?
She couldn't mean that! She just couldn't!
Yet, in spite of her assurance, Laura's hands slipped from
her shoulders and crossed protectively over her thinly-
covered buttocks.
"I...I...I...can explain! It was just..."
SAY IT. SAY HOW BAD YOU HAVE BEEN TODAY.
"Please, I can..."
SAY IT
"Please! Don't make me say that," Laura begged quietly,
her eyes filling with tears.
SAY IT
"I've been...bad," Laura sniffed as she looked down at her
dirty feet. "Very bad."
A familiar beeping sound made her look up.
LOOK AT ME! NOW SAY IT
"I've been bad!!" Laura shouted. To her horror, Laura
noticed that the kitchen suddenly became quite. Oh, God!
They all heard! They all heard!
THAT'S BETTER. COME TO ME
Laura kept her hands behind her as she started slowly
walking, even though she knew it made her look like she was
deliberately thrusting her breasts at Doris. She was not
going to be spanked, and that's all there was to it, even
if she did deserve it. She was a grown woman, for God's
sake!
As she reluctantly approached her implacable accuser,
Laura's bra popped open.
"Ack!" she gasped in dismay.
She automatically turned away from Doris and the intently-
watching kitchen crowd to refasten it. Laura felt an arm
go around her waist and hold her while another hand pushed
her firmly on her upper back. By the time she had her bra
fastened again, she had been easily bent completely over at
the waist.
"Oh, God! Please, please no! Not that again!" she sobbed
quietly, her hands holding her bra closed. But despite her
protests her panties were smoothly pulled off her hips and
down her legs.
Laura felt a little push on her right buttock and she
obediently moved slightly forward, leaving her panties on
the floor behind her. She closed her eyes and tried to
steel herself for what was to follow, but she couldn't stop
softly crying.
It was a time before she realized that she wasn't being
spanked at all, and that there was instead an insistent
tapping on her bare right foot. She opened her eyes and
saw that Doris wanted her to lift her foot so Laura could
step into her panties which she had been holding open for
her! Thank God! And she was worried! How foolish of her!
Leaning on the crouching woman for support, the grateful
teacher stepped into her panties and gladly stood errect as
Doris pulled them up her legs and high over her hips.
As a very relieved but puzzled Laura waited patiently for
Doris to finish making sure her panties were properly
adjusted, she saw through tear-filled eyes a message
flashing on the monitor.
YOU HAD THEM ON INSIDE-OUT, IDIOT!
Overcome with relief, a laughing Laura took a dishtowel
from the counter and used it to wipe her tear-stained face.
How ridiculous she was to be so worried! Doris just wanted
to make sure she was dressed properly! My God! Why was
she so suspicious of everyone lately? She was getting to
be such a nervous wreck about everything she just couldn't
believe it!
Doris had had her at her most vulnerable, and had not taken
advantage of her in the slightest. Laura decided that she
was going to trust the woman much more from now on. That
damn Missy! The girl had made her so paranoid that for a
time she was all confused. But not any more!
Her hips jerked suddenly as Laura felt something brush
against her hard clit. "Oh!" she gasped in surprise. She
put the towel back on the counter, and weakly leaned on it
for support.
She knew that Doris was just making sure that her panties
were on correctly, so she wouldn't embarrass herself again
in front of everyone, and understood it would of course
involve a certain amount of touching. And yet! It was bad
when the woman's hands seemed to swim so freely inside her
underwear in the fitting process, all the while
inadvertently tugging, rubbing, touching her most intimate
areas that were so overly-sensitive already she couldn't
stand it! It was all causing her poor overloaded mind to
once again believe all sorts of terrible things were going
on, going on right here in the middle of the well-lighted
kitchen! What madness! When would she stop this insane
imagining?
"Time to get a grip!" Laura muttered as she felt the
insidious pressure in her loins almost peak out of control
once again. God! She almost climaxed! Christ! That was
twice in one night! If only Doris would look at her so she
could tell the woman to be more careful, but Missy's mother
was completely absorbed in her work and never raised her
head.
Doris at last gave her panties one last strong tug in
front, and stood critically before her. Laura wanted to
turn away, to cover herself from those piercing, all-seeing
eyes which totally consumed her whenever they looked at
her, especially now when they were so close and she was
hardly dressed at all.
But she stayed where she was.
As the woman inspected her, Laura was surprised at the
speed of her body's reactions. After just a few moments of
clothing adjustment, she was feeling so incredibly tingly,
so ready, she could not believe it! It literally took her
breath away!
After Laura thought she was finally satisfied with her
appearance, Doris turned to her ever-present wireless
keyboard.
YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR MISTAKES
Startled for a moment by her old fears, a frightened Laura
then realized with relief what the woman was talking about.
"Yes, Doris! Of course I will. Whatever you want," said
Laura eagerly. She wanted to make amends for whatever she
had done to offend this woman, and she was prepared to
cheerfully serve her guests all night if she had to, even
dressed like this.
Doris handed her a large silver tray loaded with hors
d'oeuvres, and made a horizontal circling gesture with her
right hand.
"Right. Circulate. I got it," Laura said with a smile,
and began to walk the heavy ornate tray among the guests in
the kitchen. She prayed her body would quickly calm down
before anyone noticed how really excited she was feeling
right now. Her breasts were very swollen, she was sure
from all of her running around. And her nipples! My God!
They were sticking out of the thin fabric of her colorful
bra like bullets! How embarrassing!
Smiling, she went from woman to woman in the crowded
kitchen, all the while having to protect her tray while she
had to repeatedly dodge swiftly moving scouts. It seemed
that the scouts couldn't pass behind her without rubbing a
hand on her vulnerable, thinly-covered buttocks, or
snapping the thin elastic of her panties. With her hands
full of the heavy tray, and her trying dutifully to help
Doris with the guests, Laura just couldn't take the time to
set everything down and go after the young devils, as much
as she wanted to do just that. She simply had too much to
do at the moment. Yet it was all so bothersome for her!
Laura could feel her panties being gradually lowered in
back from all of the touching they were doing to her! Her
sensitive buttocks quickly felt like they were glowing.
She could hardly concentrate on what she was doing. If
only she didn't jump every time they touched her! That
only seemed to encourage them.
In spite of the distraction of the playful young girls,
Laura was soon acutely conscious of the open looks of
appraisal she was getting from everyone in the crowded
room. It was like she was on display! She had been looked
at before of course, but never by women and never with
such...such obvious longing. Yet, in spite of her friendly
greetings, no one spoke to her at all. She could not
understand it. If they wanted to be friendly, why didn't
they say something? When they were not speaking to each
other, the women she served would only nod, make their
selections, and just watch her. It made her very, very
nervous! She suddenly felt very vulnerable for some reason
in only her thin bra and panties. She wanted desperately
to drop the tray and escape to the safety of her room, but
she had run away once already tonight and that was enough.
Besides, she had her promise to Doris to fulfill. She
would work off her mistakes, no doubt about it. Well! She
could be quiet, too! If they didn't mind being served by a
silent semi-nude woman, then neither would she.
If only it didn't excite her so much, being looked at like
that! She felt so edgy anyway after Doris had finished
with her, the last thing she needed was any further
unintended stimulation. Busy with her serving, she could
only pray that the work would soon take her mind off of her
amazingly tingling body and what everyone's looks were
doing to it. Perhaps when Doris wasn't watching her she
would sneak off later and return her hyper-sensitive body
to normal under a long cold shower.
She made it through all of the guests in the kitchen, then
decided to restock before starting Round 2. She reloaded
her seriously depleted tray in the empty area behind the
kitchen counter. Laura was surprised to find Mrs.
Manchester no longer there. It was her favorite spot
whenever there was company around. Ready to begin her
serving once again, she used the momentary privacy provided
by the counter to quickly readjust her panties to their
proper position. Don't these kids have parents?
She even checked her bra clasp, but miraculously it
appeared firm for a change. It had stayed fastened all
through her first period of playing hostess. Thank you,
God!
From the kitchen, Laura decided to go next to the living
room which was located in the front of the house. She had
had enough of the cool outside this evening. After all,
her hair was still wet from her time in the Jacuzzi.
Besides, judging from the quiet, there were no children in
the front room for her to worry about. It should be much
calmer there and she desperately needed calm right now.
After serving those in the adjoining hallway, Laura entered
the living room. Now, this was more like it. Everyone
sitting along the walls, enjoying a friendly conversation.
Nice and quiet.
A group of well-dressed older women were occupying the
couch with Mrs. Manchester and Laura decided to start
serving there. It couldn't hurt to show Doris how eager
she was to make amends.
Laura walked around the low coffee table in front of the
couch, to get as close as possible to those on the couch.
She carefully bent over and presented her tray the woman on
couch's far left.
"Appetizer?" she asked politely.
The woman was reaching for one when Laura's bra fastener
gave way with a quiet "click." Her breasts gleefully
popped out of their tight confinement and landed on the
closely-held tray with a soft "plop." Her left breast had
landed on the pate and her right was in the smoked salmon!
"Oh, no!" cried the distressed Laura as she looked down at
the mess. Her breasts and opened bra were now covered in
food. She started to frantically look for a place to set
down her tray on the crowded table, but suddenly stopped
when she felt a surprisingly light but firm hand take hold
of her right wrist.
She turned back to the couch and saw with astonishment that
it was the same person she had been serving.
"But I haven't finished yet," the well-dressed older woman
said calmly.
Mortified, Laura passed a pleading glance to Mrs.
Manchester who was seated between the two women on the
couch. A slightly exasperated-looking Doris only tilted
her head in a minute motion toward the other woman once,
then deliberately turned away from Laura to face the woman
on her left, to whom she had been attentively listening.
Oh, God! Laura was stunned by the implication. Doris
could care less about what had just happened to her. She
was supposed to keep serving. But how could she like this?
It was impossible! Even the implacable Doris had to
realize that. This was insane! The fact that she had been
holding the tray so high up to her chest was the only thing
that saved her from having her bare breasts thrusted into
that poor middle-aged woman's face!
Even with the tray though, her breasts were...were still
completely exposed to everyone in the room! Worse, being
on the tray like that made it appear as if she were
offering them along with the rest of the food! But she
couldn't lower the tray, otherwise she would have no
protection at all. She didn't know what to do! It was all
so humiliating she wanted to scream! She had to leave, or
at the very least put the damn tray down somewhere and fix
herself. But the woman who held her so calmly by the wrist
had still not let go, and Laura found it impossible to back
away without dumping the heavy tray or its contents on
someone's head.
She was soon surrounded by chattering women wanting to know
what the delay was with the food. Her wrist was released
but she still found it impossible to back away because of
the women pressing close around her.
"Eeww! Could we get the undies out of the food, please!" a
plaintive voice asked.
Laura saw her bra straps pulled off of her shoulders and
down her arms. Helpful hands were holding the tray so she
could release the handles and remove her bra. But she
didn't want to remove her bra! Dirty and broken, it was
still all she had for her chest, and the last thing she
wanted to do was to loose it.
She looked at the woman seated in front of her. "P-
please," Laura begged. "Just let me fix it."
The woman looked directly into her frightened eyes, and
said, "You need to let go a moment, honey."
Laura could only shake her head. She could feel fingers,
belonging to the increasingly impatient young women
surrounding her, being drawn along the inside of the thin
elastic of her panty waistband, and it was all she could
not to jump at such an intimate touch. Oh God! Their
daughters were bad enough!
"It's all right, honey," the matron purred. "Just let go."
Laura felt her panties being lowered again and knew that
the silly struggle to keep her bra was hopeless. The
sincere gray eyes of the matron finally convinced her. She
released the grip of her right hand to pull up her lowered
panties. Her bra was quickly pulled over her freed hand.
Next it was the turn of her left hand, yet again she found
it impossible to let go of the tray. The hands returned to
her panties and she could delay the inevitable no longer.
"Just one more time, honey," the woman said kindly.
Laura finally released her left hand's tight grip and saw
her bra taken off of her left arm and disappear behind her.
She was now bare to the waist. Only her panties were left
to her for protection. She stiffly pulled them up one more
time and resumed her grip on the tray. Since Doris was
still ignoring her, Laura looked for reassurance from the
gray-eyed woman seated in front of her.
"You'll be just fine, dear," the woman said as she resumed
her deliberate search for something to eat on the tray.
Yet Laura didn't feel fine at all. The mischievous hands
had returned to her behind, but at least this time they
were trying to pull her panties up and not down. Thank God
for that! The hands were actually being helpful for a
change, and were pulling them upward so they would stay on
her hips.
If only they wouldn't be quite so helpful and pull them so
hard that they would sink into her very sensitive swollen
neither lips and up against her clit that was growing more
excited with every tug. Why they all felt the need to
constantly do that, let alone to touch her trembling
buttocks, she had no idea! One easy tug would have been
more then enough. She was so helpless being caught like
this. If only that woman would hurry up and make her lousy
selection so she could start moving around the room again.
That way she could get away from the helpful hands before
they really do cause her to orgasm while standing right
here in front of these respectable mothers.
Nothing seemed right to her any more. Even her precious
breasts seemed wrong now. If only they weren't quite so
large. They kept getting in the way of the impatient women
who were now coming over to when she stood, still bent over
in front of the same woman as before, and reaching for
various appetizers. Why didn't you give 34's instead of
36's, God? 34's would have been perfectly acceptable,
especially now. Her proud 36C's were getting food all over
them as the hungry women covered their crackers and tiny
slices of bread with cheese, pate, and salmon. It was
terribly humiliating and even a little breathtaking to have
these neighborhood mothers have to lift up her breasts by
the nipples to get at the food underneath. Laura wanted to
shout at them to stop, but she didn't want Doris to be even
more angry with her, by embarrassing her guests more then
she had already with her clumsy nudity.
Between the innocent way the girls were helping keep her
panties in place, and the constant tugging of her breasts
this way and that, so the women could get at the food that
seemed to be always underneath them, Laura was having
trouble just trying to think straight. Visions of Joan
dressed in pink flashed through her mind. Why was she so
obsessed with that perfect innocent, so beautiful, so pure?
Yet, she still wished Joan were here now, in her favorite
pink, helping her. Perhaps Joan could even help her, the
same way these women were being so helpful, but with a bit
more meaning. Just the thought of Saint Joan's young hands
on her body excited her more than anything she could think
of. She almost climaxed yet again!
Laura shook her head to clear away the image of the
beautiful student. She must get some kind of grip on her
run-away emotions. She was a respected school teacher and
not some out-of-control pervert!
The increasingly bewildered Laura realized that it was not
these women's fault at all for having to work around her
body in its terrible semi-nudity in this way. It was just
that she having this appalling time with her clothes
lately. She could not keep them on! And that was when she
could get them! It was so weird!
So much was happening to her at the party that Laura felt
she was going insane. She couldn't focus on anything. The
evening had become just a blur of increasingly intense
sensations overwhelming her poor, vulnerable body. All she
could do was to stupidly stand there and hold the tray
until the woman was finished! She knew that if she should
let go of it, her shaky hold on sanity would go as well!
The tray had become her life line!
Laura's mind continued to spin. She vaguely felt the
helpful hands begin to work her panties down now instead of
up. At least that's what she thought was happening. They
had been playing with her underwear for so long now she
couldn't really say what was going on anymore. If only she
could see around this damned tray! All she really knew for
sure was the pressure of the usually tight panties on her
very excited sex had eased somewhat. Which was a great
relief. Now if the women would just quit pulling at her
nipples to get at the food that was under her very
sensitive breasts, she would be able to control the
feelings that were now near the boiling point.
But now, along with everything else going on around her,
Laura was getting some wonderful sensations from her
crotch. She could not see around the large tray, but knew
there wouldn't be anything for her to see there anyway. It
was absurd, really. Things like that just don't happen in
a room full of people. She knew that. It was just her
damned imagination again. It had to be. To believe that
something was happening between her legs right now was
crazy. It was insanity! She couldn't tell what was real
and what wasn't anymore! Yet, the sensations persisted.
It was as if something very light was delicately tracing
the swollen lips of her excited labia, and was also
caressing her sensitive inner thighs. She hadn't noticed
it before, yet after finally realizing the
fantastic sensations were there, in her growing
befuddlement she was convinced it had been going on for
some time. Her mind was doing it to her again. Damn it!
Why couldn't she stop her mind from imagining such things?
Suddenly Laura knew what was happening. Her panties were
still being adjusted, perhaps even being lowered again, at
least so she thought anyway. Why would anyone want to play
with her underwear so much, anyway she just couldn't
understand. Couldn't they realize that her panties were
her only protection! That all she needed, her panties
being toyed with, while these other awesome sensations were
running through her body, and swimming so freely in her
increasingly clouded head.
Worried about her lowering panties, and the electric
effects she was getting from the imaginary yet constant
touches between her trembling thighs on her labia,
increasingly dazed Laura realized that she had not been
paying attention at all to the conversation Doris was
having with the woman seated beside her. In an effort to
get her spinning head under control, and ignore the
increasing sensations which threatened to overwhelm her
body, Laura tried desperately to follow what they were
talking about. At first she thought they were talking
about some new maid or housekeeper who was making the
rounds of the neighborhood, then the truth hit her. A
stunned Laura forgot what was happening to her body when
she realized that the conversation was about her!
"She's such a treasure," the woman said approvingly as she
looked up at her. "You know, I having a party next week
and I was wondering if I could borrow her for it."
CERTAINLY. LAURA HAS SOME FAVORS THAT SHE OWES ME, AND I
KNOW FOR A FACT THAT SHE IS AVAILABLE THEN. AFTER SCHOOL,
OF COURSE. I AM SURE SHE WOULD BE HAPPY TO HELP YOU IN ANY
WAY THAT SHE CAN. ONE THING THOUGH. EVER SINCE SHE
STARTED STAYING WITH US, WE ARE HAVING A LITTLE TROUBLE
WITH HER CLOTHES. IT SEEMS SHE LEFT THEM IN OUR DAMP
BASEMENT OVER A WEEKEND AND NOW WE'RE HAVING A GREAT DEAL
OF TROUBLE GETTING THEM CLEANED. COULD YOU PROVIDE HER
WITH SOMETHING? OTHERWISE... YOU DO UNDERSTAND?
"Perfectly. I'm sure I'll be able to find something that
will suit her. Oh, yes!"
THANK YOU. THEN YOU CAN HAVE HER WHENEVER YOU LIKE.
"You are too kind."
NOT AT ALL. IT'S MY PLEASURE.
"You realize of course, there is always such a great deal
of cleaning to be done afterwards. That is to say, we may
be quite late in bringing her back."
NO TROUBLE. YOU CAN KEEP HER FOR THE NIGHT IF YOU LIKE.
Laura watched in shocked disbelief as the two women calmly
discussed her neighborhood employment. She felt very
impotent and humiliated, being so undressed and vulnerable
in front of everyone like this. She was so distressed, she
found that she could not say anything to protest this. It
was crazy! What was Doris trying to get her into, anyway?
The women around her finished eating, and the elated Laura
found herself suddenly alone! She was finally going to be
able to get away from all the hands that had teased her
nipples until she wanted to scream. But even better was
that she'd be able to put the tray down and fix her panties
herself.
But to her dismay the women's hands at her swollen breasts
were quickly replaced by those of young scouts. They must
have come into the room without her even noticing!
"Oh, God! Please, no!" she pleaded quietly to the women
around her, but no one paid her the slightest bit of
attention.
The girls seemed to be more interested in her breasts than
in the food. But that couldn't be true! They were young
girls, after all, scouts. Girls of this age weren't
interested in such things. They were interested in dolls
and clothes.
It was her overheated imagination that told her it was
something sexual. It really wasn't the girls at all. It
was just her! The girls were just trying to get her poor
abused 36C breasts out of the way so they could eat.
It was maddening for her all the same. Each girl would
pull at one of her nipples until her entire breast would be
pointing at the ceiling. Then she would let go and the
highly sensitive breast would fall back with a plop onto
the tray of food, getting even more appetizers on it then
before. One girl even grabbed both nipples and rolled them
between her fingers! Laura almost died! It was like the
girl was playing with them right in front of everyone!
It wasn't true, she knew that. The girl was just trying to
get her breasts out of the way, that's all. Laura could do
nothing but watch as each girls pulled, poked, and even
squeezed her poor mistreated breasts! The incredible
feelings building in her body quickly started to boil over
once again. Each tug on her nipples seemed to make her
dripping sex tingle. Her head spun and her knees became
weak. She felt close to becoming overwhelmed by a
delicious sea of sensual pleasure! She knew she was going
to climax if she could not find a way of stopping this
soon. It was like there was something actually toying with
her clit, the sensation was so real to her.
But, before Laura could stop it, it happened!
"OH!" gasped a shocked Laura as she was suddenly consumed
by a massive climax! She helplessly fell forward into the
lap of the amused matron, the teacher's chest and tummy
mashing messily onto the contents of the tray.
Even while her vagina still pulsed madly, the horrified
Laura tried blindly to stand up, but her feet caught on
something and she fell heavily backwards onto the floor,
the remaining food from the tray, which she still held,
spilled on top of her.
Breathless from her fall, the dazed Laura could only wait
on the floor until the orgasm had subsided. She finally
released her tight grip and the empty tray dropped beside
her with a heavy thud on the thick carpet. She belatedly
realized that she needed to recover first before she could
move and even attempt to understand what had just happened
to her!
Oddly, she felt the carpet on her bare behind and reached
automatically for her panties, but they were gone. She
lifted her head and saw that they were twisted around her
ankles. Oh my God! Oh my God! They had fallen and she
hadn't even noticed! She had been in the room with all
those people without her panties! Oh my God!
Sobbing heavily, Laura covered her face with her hands.
She wanted to die.
As her throbbing body slowly recovered, Laura could sense
the other women coming around to comfort her. Totally
consumed by shame, she couldn't bare to look at them, and
kept her face hidden. When she felt the tray removed from
her side, and the food being scraped from her body, shame
burned her very soul! She didn't deserve decent neighbors
like this! Here she was, disgusting them with her naked
clumsiness and they were all trying to help clean her off.
Laura took her hands away from her tear-stained face and
watched the crowd of total strangers clean her nude body.
Someone gave her a handful of tissues and she gratefully
used them to blow her nose and clean her face.
When she had made herself at least a little more
presentable, Laura was able to notice that the women were
cleaning her skin of food by scraping it with bits of bread
and crackers, then eating them with a great deal of obvious
satisfaction.
Now, why would they do that? Oh, of course. It was for
Doris, so that none of this very expensive set of
appetizers would be wasted simply because of the ineptness
of the server. Her ineptness!
What a mess everything was! Not just here. Her entire
life was in chaos. If it wasn't for these kind strangers,
not to mention the endless patience and understanding of
Doris and even the sexually precocious Missy, she would not
know what to do!
Suddenly, Laura froze. "Oh!" she gasped in shock. They
were between her legs! They were wiping her between her
legs! They were wiping her sex between her legs and it was
driving her crazy!!
She had not realized that she had stupidly gotten the hors
d'oeuvres down there as well. Now the constant wiping by
these well-meaning women of bread on her swollen labia and
errect clitoris was swiftly if inadvertently pushing her,
thrusting her towards yet another climax!
"Oh! You shouldn't...! Aha! Not...not there! Oh, God!" she
quietly gasped as her body squirmed frantically to avoid
the delicious contact. She tried to tell them what they
were doing, but she couldn't say it! She was unable to
tell them that they were doing it to her, that they were
exciting her beyond endurance! It was just too
humiliating!
Laura attempted to crawl away, but her feet were still
bound tightly together by her fallen panties and she could
not move. It was all happening too fast! She couldn't
think of anything to do to politely stop them with creating
a terrible scene! The exquisite pressure from her vagina
was becoming intolerable as it went on building higher and
higher within her. She was helpless before it! She
gripped the thick carpet in tight fists and her quivering
body tensed as she fought to keep the runaway sensations
racing through her body under control. Laura strained
mightily against the onrush. She fought it with all the
strength she had, but she knew she was not strong enough
and soon her own weakness caused her body to betray her
once again.
"AH! OH YES!!" she cried without thinking as she
cheerfully spasmed. She felt her body twitch helplessly
about the floor as her vagina repeatedly pulsed, but she
did not care. It felt so good, so good! She had just
humiliated herself once again in a room full of her new
neighbors and she did not care. It felt so good, so good!
Only one thing truly mattered to her at the moment, and it
was happening now!
*****
When she had gotten more or less cleaned off, the crowd
parted and the recovering Laura suddenly saw a calm Doris
standing over her.
"Oh God!" she cried, and covered her face once again. What
would she do to her now?
She felt her hands being pulled gently but firmly away, and
soon she could see her silent accuser once again, looking
down at her.
Doris moved her eyes slightly up, and Laura understood
immediately what she wanted. She tried to stand but her
feet were still bound together by her panties. She could
only kick them off, because she knew that the woman hated
to be kept waiting, and there simply was not time to
straighten them out and then put them on properly again.
Laura, finally able to stand, quickly if shakily got to her
feet.
She stood tall and errect as she waited breathlessly for
what was to come. Doris always hated it when ever she
slouched.
CLEAN THIS MESS, THEN YOURSELF
"Yes, ma'am," said Laura clearly. For some reason she
almost curtsied. She raced into the kitchen with the empty
tray for a broom and dustpan. It was only when she reached
the crowded kitchen and noticed everyone looking at her
that she remembered she was completely naked.
*****
In the bathroom, a very tired Laura looked at herself in
the mirror over the sink. Not too bad, considering. A
long, very hot shower had done wonders for her. Now here
she was, carefully wrapped in a bath towel, with her wet
hair wrapped in another. She wondered what to do next.
After the fiasco in the living room, she did not want to
leave the bathroom for the remainder of the night, but she
could already hear the growing clamor of those wanting to
use the facilities. She simply could not stay here, as
much as she wanted too.
Well, she would just go and hide in her room. It was surly
time for bed, anyway. She didn't have the strength left
for anything else. Fatigue surrounded her like a heavy
blanket. Besides, she knew that she had certainly done
enough tonight to satisfy even the demanding Doris. She
had cleaned both the living room and herself, and that was
all that had been asked of her.
It was odd, though. There she was, fixing her mess in the
living room, completely naked except for broom and dustpan,
and she was sure no one paid her the slightest bit of
attention. It was weird, like she wasn't really there at
all. Well, she was simply too tired now to make much sense
of anything that happened tonight. That much was obvious
to her. She would work it all out tomorrow, when she was
properly rested.
The knocking on the door was becoming increasingly frantic.
She unlocked the door to see what the problem was, and a
clutch of expensively-dressed middle-aged women came
chattering into the room. Laura felt hands on her hips as
she was pushed unceremoniously out the door.
She soon found herself out in the hall with the bathroom
door shut securely behind her. Even at this rather late
hour, the hall was filled with girl scouts happily chasing
each other, as well as obviously tired mother-types and
scout masters who were still trying unsuccessfully to keep
them under control. She noticed that a great deal of noise
was coming from the direction of the kitchen. It was
obvious the party was still in progress.
Her first impulse was to immediately return to the safety
of the bathroom, but the door was already locked.
"Oh, no," she whispered. Although she was better dressed
now then she had been all evening, she was still
practically naked! Laura smiled weakly to everyone that
passed her as she stood in her towels in the busy hallway.
She wondered briefly if she should still help Doris with
the guests, but decided against it.
"Enough is enough. Better get to bed and hide under the
covers before something else goes wrong," she muttered, and
started to go to her room.
She stopped abruptly when she felt her body towel being
tugged on sharply from behind. She carefully reached in
back of her and discovered to her horror that a small part
of her towel was caught in the closed bathroom door.
"Oh, hell!"
Laura stated to pull delicately on the caught portion of
her towel. She was very aware of being completely nude
underneath it, and the last thing she wanted was to loose
the towel now in front of a house full of people. She had
been naked and humiliated enough tonight.
She was still pulling when a familiar voice made her mouth
go suddenly very dry.
"Hello, slut," purred Bertha Wolf. The stout woman was
standing an inch in front of her!
"Aaah!" cried a shocked Laura. Any feeling of fatigue she
had instantly vanished as her heart started pounding in her
chest. She immediately wrapped her arms protectively
around her breasts, tightly hugging her towel. "W-what are
you doing here?"
"Thought you had gotten away from me didn't you, slut?"
"I don't know what you are talking about."
"It's fruit-sale time. This place has always been a major
party stop for us, to celebrate the end of fund-raising for
another year. What are you doing here, slut?"
"Stop calling me that!" Laura shouted. When she noticed
heads turn in her direction, she realized that she was
making a scene in her new home. In a much calmer tone she
said, "I am...visiting."
"Do you always visit good people naked, slut?"
"I am not n-naked! I was just taking a shower and..."
"Yes, yes. I'm sure. You are naked underneath that towel
though, aren't you, slut?"
Laura wanted to flee from this terrible woman, but her
caught towel made that impossible. Oh, God! She was
trapped! If only Missy or her mother would show up! She
casually dropped her arms from her body, then reached
behind her with both hands and started tugging in earnest
on the material.
She almost lost her mind when the woman started fingering
the bottom of her towel.
"Don't touch me," Laura pleaded quietly, afraid of being
overheard in the busy hall. She was frantically pulling on
the material now, but it just would not give.
"Nice towel. I like them good and thick like this. Don't
you?"
"Please! Stay away from me!" Laura whispered as she backed
up tightly against the door. She realized that her hands
were now trapped between her body and the door, so she
reluctantly released the towel and moved them to either
side of her, keeping the palms flat as they pushed against
the closed door. Laura prayed that it would soon open and
she could escape to the sanctuary within.
"If you wanted that, you would have left by now."
"I can't!" Laura cried helplessly. "I'm...I'm waiting to use
the bathroom."
"Of course you are, slut," murmured Bertha Wolf. She moved
towards the trapped teacher. "Why are you so worried?
What can happen in a crowded hall?"
"I don't know. You frighten me!"
"We saw you, you know," Bertha said matter-of-factly as she
ran her hands along the bottom edge of the towel.
"What!"
"We saw you. We saw you run naked from the Jacuzzi into
the yard. Beautiful! My entire troop was out back then.
We saw you."
"Oh my God!" Laura moaned. Another humiliation! Laura
forgot everything as she covered her face with her hands.
She couldn't do anything right! Maybe this awful woman was
right, and she was nothing more than a slut! She had
exposed herself, practically paraded her nude self in front
of everyone all evening. What was the matter with her?
How could she have done such a thing?
Distracted by her grief, she hardly noticed the light
tickling sensation coming from her crotch. The tickling
grew more and more insistent, until Laura finally realized
that her recently oddly-acting hyperactive vagina was
feeling even more warm and creamy than usual. She looked
through her fingers and, horrified, saw with tear-filled
eyes that Bertha Wolf's hands had completely disappeared
under the front of her towel!
"What are you doing?" she gasped as she felt the woman's
stubby fingers greedily assault her sex with surprisingly
pleasant feather-like touches. Laura couldn't believe it.
She was in a crowded hall in someone's home, and this woman
was casually touching her, fondling her! And to her shame
she knew her body was responding!
Laura could only stare open-mouthed at the woman as Bertha
Wolf casually violated her in the well-lighted hall. Her
dazed mind was totally overwhelmed by what was going on.
She didn't know what to do. She could only watch stunned
as Bertha pulled her right hand from underneath the towel,
the fingers positively glistening from her secret vaginal
fluids. Laura couldn't help but jump when Bertha slapped
the closed door right next to her head three times with the
opened palm of her left hand.
"Open up, girls! We have a medical emergency here."
The door immediately flew open. Laura had been leaning
heavily against it, and was surprised when it was no longer
there. She would have fallen to the floor except for the
many hands she felt which helped to hold her up. As it
was, she still practically fell into the bathroom behind
her.
Finally free of the door, the increasingly dazed Laura
desperately wanted to escape the teasing woman before it
was too late, but a crowd of matrons quickly flooded around
her, and there was nothing she could!
"What is it, Bertha?"
"Close the door, please. Thank you. Now, do any of you
recognize this woman?"
"Yes, of course! Wasn't she that nude young woman we saw
at your place last week? You had caught her breaking and
entering someone's van. Another sorority prank, you said."
"Yes, that's right. She's the one. And here she is again,
still without clothes!"
"I...don't feel well," Laura mumbled. Her head was spinning!
Bertha's hand had slipped between her thighs from behind
and was freely teasing her now dripping labia even as the
woman was talking about her to the others. It was so
humiliating to be touched this way, especially in front of
a crowd. It was also very distracting! Laura couldn't
think at all! Her body was responding once more and she
hated herself because of it. Yet, she was positive if she
did anything about it, the other women would be sure to
know what Wolf was doing to her. At least the towel
covered this outrageous conduct by the frightening older
woman.
"What's wrong with her, Bertha? Why does she look so
funny?"
"Well, girls. This is Miss Papadakis. She is a teacher
who just moved into our neighborhood. You must make her
feel welcome."
Laura shuddered as Bertha made one last swipe on her
swollen pussy lips before she removed the teasing hand from
between her legs.
"This is a teacher? You must be joking! They certainly
didn't look this good when I was in school!"
"Yes, I know," Bertha said as she walked towards the door.
"Now hurry, girls! Time's a-wasting."
Laura was very relieved to watch a strangely smiling Bertha
Wolf quickly exit the room, closing the door behind her.
Thank God! She realized she was safe now as the sensation
of extreme fatigue once again descended upon her, this time
even greater than before.
As she continued to watch the closed door, something
pressed against her knees. "Oh!" she cried as she fell
helplessly to her knees on the shag-carpeted floor. All
she could figure is that she must have backed into
something. She looked down and saw that her body towel had
fallen to the floor around her. She was naked again!
Laura tried to reach down for the towel, but somehow fell
forward instead and quickly found herself on her hands and
knees, staring at the pristine base of the commode.
Oh, God! Not again! Why did this keep happening to her?
She sensed the women in the room purposefully close around
her. She was going to be spanked again, punished for the
clumsy slut she was, she just knew it! She closed her eyes
and waited breathlessly for the humiliating attack to
begin.
Yet, instead of blows to her naked behind, a trembling
Laura was overwhelmed by a multitude of eager hands which
covered her vulnerable body. They were everywhere! She
was terribly embarrassed. She could tell that no part of
her was considered safe from this weird onslaught.
But her breasts! It was worse there. There were hands all
over them. Laura knew she was being used, yet she had
never felt anything like it! It was exquisite! She just
had to look! She briefly opened her eyes and looked amazed
at the busy hands on her proud chest, then closed her eyes
again in disbelief. Her breasts, her precious breasts, now
dangling freely beneath her, were being...were being milked!
Hands, carefully manicured and bejeweled, were pulling and
kneading her swollen breasts, while others where working on
her terribly errect and sensitive nipples. Stunned, she
couldn't believe what she had seen. Her breasts! She
could hardly think with all of the fantastic sensations
coming from her chest. But this was all wrong, so wrong!
She wasn't some cow after all, to be used like this by
these strangers. She relaxed her arms and dropped to the
floor to protect her breasts. Laura was gratified to feel
the hands on her chest disappear. Her face was now pressed
sideways into the thick carpeting, her swollen breasts
painfully mashed onto the bathroom floor, but at least she
had gotten rid of those maddening hands.
The dazed Laura was vaguely aware that her behind was high
in the air behind her, but it was her poor overworked chest
which she felt was the most unprotected part of her at the
moment. She placed her arms alongside her body to keep the
cunning hands away, and finally felt reasonably protected
from these strange women. Now all she had to do get out of
there before that Wolf-woman came back and something else
happened. But she was so sleepy, so utterly worn out.
Laura desperately desired some rest. Her eyes wouldn't
stay open. Maybe a short nap? It was so comfortable, so
safe, there on the floor. In a very short time she
surprised herself by drifting off into a solid sleep.
*****
Laura awoke with a start. She was sure that something was
wrong. The bathroom lights were off except for a small
night-light in the outlet directly in front of her, but it
wasn't that. There was something...
"AAAhhhh!" Laura gasped in surprise. Something was
entering her from behind! Something big! Oh God! She had
been so worried about everything else, she had not realized
how vulnerable she really was to something like this. She
never thought they would do anything to her...to her cunt!
"No! Take it out! Take it out!" she cried. She rose up
on her arms and immediately the hands returned to their
fantastic kneading of her once again vulnerable breasts, as
the invader continued it's slow inextricable penetration of
her defenseless cunt.
"Stop that!" Laura pleaded to them all. "Please, get away
from me! Get away!"
She tried to crawl away, to escape, but soon noticed the
firm hands that were gripping her upper thighs with long
nails that dug deep into her skin, effectively holding her
in position against the bare flesh she now felt pressing
against her from behind. All that her struggles
accomplished was only to move her body slightly back and
forth over the invader. But even this brief movement
caused electric pinwheels to appear before her eyes!
Something about the invader's irregular surface was causing
her well-lubricated vagina to clasp it eagerly, and send
maddening sparks of pure pleasure directly to her very
soul. Laura could feel her will to resist quickly ebbing
in the face of this overwhelming sensuous assault on her
helpless body.
"Oh, God!" she cried weakly. "Please! Someone help me!"
She stopped moving, and desperately tried to force it out
instead. But her disobedient body refused to cooperate,
and her throbbing cunt only clasped the invader that much
more firmly.
While she had stopped, she could tell that the invader had
not. It was moving, slightly at first, back and forth,
then more and more as her tight vagina relaxed around it.
Soon her shaking buttocks were being pounded by the person
behind her as her unknown assailant rhythmically thrusted
the invader deep within her. Each time the person pressed
fully against her, something tickled her erect clitoris.
The repeated sensation was making her hair stand on end!
"It's not fair," Laura moaned helplessly, as silent tears
of humiliation flowed down her cheeks while her body shook
under the relentless onslaught. Her head towel fell off
and her damp hair covered her face. She was overcome by
the shame of her plight, yet secretly, despairingly, she
could feel within her an increasing almost feverish need to
give in to it. It all felt so good, so good. Everything
they were doing to her vulnerable body felt so good. The
fact that she was so vulnerable to them, so helpless to
whatever they wanted to do to her, only added to her
rapidly uncontrollable growing arousal.
Finally unable to help herself any longer, she began to
move her hips slightly in time with the pounding she was
receiving from behind. Soon she was flinging her hips back
and forth with an insane, even joyous vigor, her damp hair
whipping around her head, as Laura tried to drive the
invader as deep as possible within her. Her eyes were
open, yet she saw nothing in the darkness, so focused was
she on what was building within her. Yet in the midst of
her growing ecstasy, Laura became conscious of the sound of
cultured voices in the small room.
"My goodness. Look at her go! Such enthusiasm."
"Beautiful body. Have you ever had one like this before?"
"Not in a long time. It is truly a work of art. How does
Doris find them?"
"I believe Missy's the one who does the actual acquisition.
Remarkable girl. It's quite a change really, to find such
understanding of the finer points of life in one so young."
"What size did you bring tonight, Martha? That's not your
usual, is it?"
"Oh, my," another woman panted. "No, Helen. You're quite
right. I brought the petite this time. It's obvious the
poor thing is very inexperienced."
"Inexperienced she may be, but she is a natural all the
same."
"Martha, she's starting to peak," another voice said in
warning.
"Oh, no," panted Martha. "That wont do. Not at all."
Increasingly lost in a sexual cloud, Laura wondered vaguely
who and what they were talking about. How rude! It was
like she wasn't even there, having the time of her life.
She knew that she was getting very close to her climax and
licked her lips in happy anticipation. If only those
people would stop talking for a minute so she could
concentrate better. Oddly, she felt a body, a naked
woman's body, lean over the length of her bare back, and
then she heard a faint feminine voice in her ear.
"Laura? Laura, honey? Can you hear me? Laura?"
There must be another Laura in the room. She couldn't
possible mean her. Not now!
Smack!
Laura was startled into reality by a flash of pain on her
right buttock. Oh, God! It was her the woman was talking
to!
"W-what?"
"I said, can you hear me?"
"Y-yes!" gasped Laura, who was still being delightfully
buffeted by the woman behind her, not to mention being
exquisitely milked by the others on either side of her.
She couldn't believe this silly woman! Of all the times to
hold a conversation! All she wanted to do was to melt in a
puddle of pure pleasure at what these surprisingly skilled
neighbors were doing to her vulnerable body.
"Oh God!" she gasped. "Yes! Yes! It's so good!" Oh, no!
What was she saying? "I mean, yes. Yes, I hear you!"
"Good. Don't cum yet."
"W-what?" The befuddled Laura could not understand her at
all. Don't come yet? What was that supposed to mean?
Come to her house? My God! She certainly wasn't going
anywhere now, even if she could walk, which she doubted.
"N-not going anywhere. I...live here now. H-honest."
"Oh, dear," tutted the panting Martha. "No, no Laura. You
misunderstand. You can't have your climax yet. It's far
too soon for you. You needn't worry, though, honey. I'll
tell you when."
"WHAT!" She must be mad! How could she possible discuss
her...her most intimate secrets so openly, like it was just a
cookie recipe? Who were these people, anyway?
"You're...you're crazy!"
"Perhaps. Be that as it may, don't you dare cum until I
tell you."
"I...can't...I can't stop that!"
"Oh, yes you can. You've been very naughty today. You
have already done it once tonight, in the living room,
haven't you? Remember? So, you can't cum yet."
Laura dropped her head in shame. Oh God! Had she no
secrets left at all?
"But you're...you're all..."
Smack!
"Ow!" Laura howled. "But I can't!! I can't stop it!"
"You can't cum yet, and that's final. Laura, if you cum
without permission I'll be very angry." And the body she
had felt laying along her back was gone.
Smack!
"Ooohhhh!" Laura groaned helplessly. What was going on?
Why couldn't she? Why couldn't she finish? She
desperately needed to finish, yet now she wasn't allowed
to. What the hell was going on? If she wasn't supposed to
finish, why were they still touching her. Why were they
touching her at all? What was happening here?
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" she cried frantically, in
perfect rhythm with the pounding she was receiving from the
alien invader deep inside of her. Fantastic sensations
were relentlessly fueling incredible pressures within her
and her mind reeled under the strain. It was all too much!
She couldn't cope any more, couldn't fight any longer. She
was a good girl and always tried to do as she was told,
really she did, but it was too much for her. The delicious
sensations in her loins and chest had melted her ability to
resist.
"I'm sorry!!" she cried, abject in her misery, as her body
was totally consumed. She had failed, she had failed! Her
arms gave way and the spasming Laura found herself face
down on the carpet once again. The last thing she
remembered, before being swept away on a black sea of
erotic nothingness, was the sound of cultured laughter.
*****
A very dazed Laura was hanging onto the bare shoulders of
Missy and her mother. They were taking her down the hall
to her room. How long she had been out, or what had
happened in the mean time, of that Laura had no idea. All
she knew for sure was that her muscles felt strangely sore
all over, and that she had never been so tired in all her
life. She was exhausted. She could barely keep her eyes
open. At least the house was quiet now, the party over.
"I'm so sorry!" Laura moaned in despair as she was almost
carried down the hall by her nude companions. "I'm such a
mess!"
"Don't worry," Missy said consolingly. "We'll fix you up."
"Thank you, Missy. Thank you. You don't know what that
means to me. I don't want to be any trouble. I just can't
understand it. Why do these things keep happening to me?
What's going on? What's wrong with me?"
"Just adjusting to your new surroundings, that's all."
"Oh. I want to believe you, Missy, I really do. It's just
that I can't help but think that...there...is...s-something...e-
else...g-g-going... Oh God!"
Laura was unable to speak any longer. Missy had leaned
down and fastened her sucking mouth to Laura's errect left
nipple, while Doris meanwhile had coyly worked a hand
between her moving thighs and was working three fingers in
and out of the still well-lubricated cuntal passage. Laura
could never think whenever Missy or Doris found it
necessary to touch her in that special way they had of
doing to her, especially when she was feeling so tired and
so vulnerable as she was right now.
"Aaahh!" she softly cried and almost fell to the floor when
she unbelievably climaxed before they even reached the door
to her bedroom. Only the support of Missy and Doris kept
her from falling.
They entered her bedroom and Laura noticed that her dark
blue silk pajamas were already laid out on the large water
bed. Her eyes started to mist and a lump was suddenly in
her throat. They were so good to her, so very good,
gentle, and kind, while she had been acting the perfect
out-of-control slut all evening, embarrassing every
neighbor they had in the process.
"Thank you, thank you," she whispered, her voice breaking
with emotion. "How can I ever repay you for all of your
kindness?"
"Don't worry," chuckled Missy. "I'm sure we'll think of
something."
"Anything. Anything you want," Laura mumbled as she tried
not to sway too much while she was being dressed by her two
friends, her two guardian angels really. "Anything at all.
What's mine is yours."
"We know," Missy said softly.
Wearing her beloved, comfortable pajamas, Laura slipped
easily into bed. Doris pulled up her covers for her and
Laura started to cry. She was so happy! Mrs. Manchester
was tucking her in!
They took such good care of her, far better then her own
family ever did. These people would never reject her,
would never cast her out. So be it, then. Here was where
she belonged, with these wonderful people, the Manchesters.
She was soon contentedly asleep, secure in the happy
knowledge that her new family was truly looking out for her
welfare.
*****
For some reason Laura could never understand, sleeping in
this house seemed to always leave her more tired than
when she went to bed. Even after last night, it was like
she hadn't slept at all. She was still in bed, and her
clock was telling her that it was time to get started. But
she couldn't move! She still felt exhausted and very
tingly. It had to be her adjusting to her new
surroundings, as Missy said. It couldn't be anything to do
with Missy or her mother. That was impossible. She knew
now that they were actually quite nice people, who were
always looking out for her, if in their own individual
ways. If it weren't for all of that, well, intimate
contact that seemed to be always happening, life here would
be perfect.
It really was her problem, of course. If she could just
get use to all of the touching and not react so much to it.
Everyone always seemed to be touching her in some manner.
She could probably deal with it a lot better if she could
only dress properly. As it was, no matter what she was
doing somehow she always ended up naked. She just couldn't
understand it.
It was this house. It had to be.
Last night, after Doris and Missy had so nicely put her to
bed (they even tucked her in, bless them!), Laura was
certain she was in for a good, solid night of sleep. The
last thing she wanted was to wake up yet again covered in
her sweat, and feeling quite spent as usual.
But the minute she fell asleep, the dream started again.
Every night it was the same. Her mind filled with images
of strange hands touching her naked body, her own hands
frozen helpless at her sides. Tongues and fingers which
licked and poked her entire being was all she dreamed
about. As her passion would build, the one image which
filled her mind most often was that of her student Joan,
Saint Joan. The mysterious hands kept driving her toward
an orgasm that would never come, while there was always the
presence of Joan to tantalize and tease her.
The dream would go on and on until even in her dream she
thought she was going crazy, her body never allowed to
release the passion that had filled it. Finally the dream
would fade and her body at last began to rest. Lately it
was always the same. The hands disappeared, but soon after
Joan would always sitting on her bed all in pink, sweetly
smiling with her hands folded neatly in her lap. Joan,
innocent little Joan, just sitting there smiling, watching
her.
Laura desperately wanted to grab her and tear the hypnotic
pink clothes from that nubile, pristine body. She
desperately wanted to ravage the teen, to use her, to drive
her insane, but her own body could never move. All she was
ever able to do was lay there and look with longing at
Saint Joan, with those full young breasts raising and
falling under that lovely pink top. Even in her dream, her
face became flushed with embarrassment over what she wanted
to do to the pretty girl in pink.
"See you later," Laura would always hear Joan whisper in
her dream. Odd though, because she sounded very much like
Missy then. She even smelled like her, the girl's subtle
perfume penetrating to her very soul. She remembered Joan
kissing her forehead. She could even feel the press of the
soft lips on her fevered skin. It all seemed so real!
"Don't leave!" she had cried last night to the departing
figure. "Please don't leave!" She wanted her, needed her
so badly she wanted to cry. The dream continued. The
image of Joan quickly began to fade into the distance.
Finally able to move her hands, they quickly went to grab
the vision in pink, but just as they got there, Laura
awoke. She looked at her hands extended in the empty room
and shook her head in disbelief.
"Wow. How real can you get?" she muttered in amazement,
and dropped her arms.
She continued to lay sleepily in bed even though she had to
get ready for school. She was trying to reconstruct her
latest highly erotic dream, until her peace was shattered
by the sound of her alarm clock going off.
Laura jerked straight up in bed, her firm breasts
bouncing slightly as she looked around the room for Joan.
"God, what a dream," she mumbled as she looked down at
herself.
"My God!" Laura couldn't believe what she looked like.
She was naked once again.
"I know I had on my night clothes last night!" She reached
down and touched her bare breasts just to see if what she
was seeing was true. She really was naked!
"Missy! Playing games again! It must be!" Laura hoped.
If it wasn't the girl, then she was going crazy.
Carefully, the shaking Laura got out of bed and walked
toward the bathroom. She felt so tired and so dizzy from
her dream and all that had happened the night before she
was afraid she would fall. The subtle movements of her
high-set breasts, and the friction from her smooth rubbing
thighs, were causing wonderful if unwanted electric
sensations to run through her body.
"I have to get out of this house before I go insane," she
muttered.
She barely got into the bathroom before her body almost
erupted and her sex began to pulsate. Falling forward,
Laura caught herself on the edge of the sink and looked
in the mirror. Laura groaned as she stared in disbelief at
what she saw. This was the worst she looked since
moving in here: hair a complete mess, large bags under
blood-shot eyes, body covered in sweat, nipples ultra hard,
breasts painfully swollen, and her clit so enlarged it
looked like it might burst. It had to be the dream. It
must be! If it wasn't then... God! She didn't want to
think what might be happening to her in her sleep.
"Good morning."
Laura almost jumped through the ceiling when she heard
Missy's voice right behind her and the teen's scented
breath hot on her neck.
"G-good m-morning," Laura replied. She automatically tried
to cover up her naked body, even though she knew it was
foolish to do so. Missy had seen her countless times over
the past few weeks either topless or totally naked, and had
in fact even helped her in the shower on occasion. But she
couldn't let Missy see her this way, so excited, so out of
control!
"You look tense. Why don't I give you a rub down,"
Missy asked. Laura watched the girl's eyes in the mirror
drinking in all of her teacher's naked splendor.
"No, Missy. I don't think that's a good..."
Before Laura could finish Missy's hands reached around
and cupped Laura's firm swelling breasts. The girl pressed
tightly against her and Laura felt the teenager's firm
young breasts press deliciously against her bare back!
Laura's legs quickly turned to jelly. It was like every
bone in her body was suddenly gone. She didn't have
anything to hold her upright any longer. Her body trembled
and her legs collapsed under her.
Laura found herself on her back on the floor with a nude
Missy sitting on her stomach. "Missy, don't, this isn't
r..."
Laura's mind exploded like fireworks on the Four of July
as Missy grabbed both of her breasts and squeezed them
in her hands. Those wonderful hands. Why did
something so wrong have to feel so good?
"Please, Missy! You must s-stop!" Laura pleaded, but to no
avail. The hands continued to work over her breasts until
she could do nothing but close her eyes and moan.
Missy's fingers tugged on her nipples, rolling and
pinching. Her breast's swelled under the teenager's
knowing touch.
"Please, stop," Laura whispered, too soft for anyone to
hear. It was so wrong, but she didn't have the strength to
stop it.
Missy squeezed and pinched until Laura was nothing
more than a pile of willing flesh moaning on the floor.
Laura never felt the hands leave her breasts. All she felt
was a new burning in her sex. It was like there was
something down there sliding in and out. There was even
something toying with her clit.
"God! Missy, no!" she shouted frantically as she tried to
get up. She looked down and saw the girl had her head
buried between her wide-spread thighs! Oh, no! She had to
stop the child before she...! Oh, God! Too late! Too late!
"Noooooooooo!" Laura cried in anguish as her body erupted.
All the built-up passion of her dream finally found
release! Her body spasming, she bucked helplessly around
on the floor. When one orgasm fell away another soon
followed. Finally Laura's mind couldn't take the pleasure
in any longer, and she passed out with Missy talented
tongue driving her toward still another orgasm.
*****
While dreaming yet again of undressing Saint Joan from her
favorite pink, Laura suddenly heard her shout, "Wake up!
Wake up! You'll be late!"
"No need to shout, my darling. I can hear you," she
replied calmly. She felt herself being shaken and realized
that someone really was trying to wake her. It was Missy!
"W-what? What's the matter?"
"You have to get ready. You're late and my ride will be
here any minute."
Laura sat straight up in bed, furious. "Missy, you little
shit! How dare you take advantage of me that..."
Laura suddenly realized that she wasn't naked on the
bathroom floor any more. She looked first at the fully
dressed Missy, then down at her own body. She was in bed,
and she was dressed in her pajamas once again. She felt
clean. Even her hair was reasonably combed.
"Yes?" asked a smiling Missy.
"It must have been a dream," an incredulous Laura mumbled.
"A dream!"
"What are you talking about?" Missy said.
Laura hardly noticed the girl's knowing smile. Her mind
was spinning after what she had just thought had been so
real no turned out to have been nothing but a dream. But
it couldn't have been real, because here she was, dressed
just like she was when she went to sleep, sitting
comfortably in her own bed, and not passed out like some
drunken slut on the bathroom floor after Missy had...used
her! If this morning had been only a dream, what about
what had happened to her last night, especially in the
bathroom. Had all of that been a dream as well?
Something dark conjured up by her subconscious because it
was what she really did want to happen? Need to happen?
Laura started to laugh. Was she even here at all? She
could no longer tell the real from the unreal. She truly
was going insane! She laughed and laughed. Laura quickly
realized that it was not a normal laugh at all. It was a
frantic, mad thing that soon had a life of its own. Laura
saw a look of concern appear on Missy's innocent face. She
was in fact starting to frighten herself and finally, after
great effort, got it under control.
In the deafening silence that followed, Missy approached
her and ran her right hand slowly down the left side of
Laura's flushed face.
"Are you all right?"
Laura impulsively took the hand in both of her own and
kissed it tenderly before releasing it.
"Thank you," she whispered. "Yes, I'm fine." Missy was so
good to her, so very good. Laura knew now that she loved
her, body and soul.
"Are you sure you're all right?"
Laura fought to gain control of her runaway emotions. She
wanted more then anything right now to lay Missy gently on
the bed, undress her, and then show the eternal gratitude
she felt towards this fine young woman. Someday, Missy.
Someday. There will come a time, she vowed, when she will
have truly earned this remarkable treasure.
Feeling much more in control after her decision, Laura
returned the conversation to more immediate concerns.
"Ah, it was nothing. Just nerves," she said and shrugged
her shoulders. "Your ride, you said? Where's your mother?
I thought you always went with her in the morning."
"Left an hour ago. An old friend of mine called yesterday
and said she wanted to talk. Should be here any minute."
"Wait. I feel terrible! Why don't you just wait, and I'll
be with you as soon as I'm dressed," Laura said,
still dizzy from her very strange morning. "Just give me a
moment to wake up a little, and I can take you with me."
"Never mind. You're not going anywhere. Mom said you
wouldn't be ready for anything this morning, let alone
facing students, and as usual she was right."
"What? But, Missy, I have to get..."
"No, you don't. I called in and arranged a substitute for
you today."
"You did what?"
"You are officially excused from school today. By me."
"But...!"
Laura's protests were abruptly cut off when Missy kissed
her full on the mouth. It was a long, lingering kiss that
left a befuddled Laura quite breathless afterwards. She
always hated it whenever the girl did that to her. It
invariably took her five minutes to get her breath back and
another five to be able to start thinking clearly again.
"Missy!" she gasped when the delightful contact finally
ended.
"That's me!" said the grinning teenager. "Now, strip."
"What!"
"Come on. Strip. I have to get running and I need your
PJs. Mom said they needed cleaning."
"Oh, Missy," Laura protested as she stood and reluctantly
took off her pajamas. She looked them over before handing
them to the girl. Why, they hardly looked slept in at all.
"Thank you."
"But, Missy, what am I to wear?"
"You look fine just as you are now."
"Missy! No, please."
"Don't worry. You'll be fine. Oh. Mom left some
instructions for you on the computer. I recommend that you
follow them. She's still pretty pissed at you for
yesterday."
"I'm sorry for that. I don't know what happened.
I'll...I'll try my best not to disappoint her ever again."
Laura thought for a moment. "Or you," she said shyly.
"We'll see. Oh, some clothes will be arriving later for
you."
"Well, finally. Thank you."
"You must try them on to see if they fit, so they can take
them straight back to the store if they don't. I told Mom
you should have been there with us when we got them, but
she never listens. Anyway, afterwards, you must put them
right back in the box. They're for later."
"What's going to happen later? Oh, all right," muttered a
disappointed Laura to the departing Missy. "Don't tell me.
See if I care. But wait! I can't meet anyone at the door
looking like this!"
"Why not?" Missy yelled from the front of the house.
"What's wrong with the way you look?"
"Missy! Please! This is no time for games. Missy?
Missy!"
Laura heard the front door closing. She was alone.
"Damn the girl!" How anyone so nice could also be so
exasperating at the same time was beyond her!
She ran to the front room in the hopes of catching Missy
while she was still waiting for her ride. When she arrived
she was able to see Missy waiting at the end of the
driveway. Laura went up to the uncovered window and was
about to start tapping the glass to get the girl's
attention when her bare breasts pressed fully up against
the very cool glass.
"Oooh!" Laura gasped in surprise. She had been so anxious
to talk to Missy that she had forgotten she was naked!
Laura ducked down below the window sill, then raised
herself until she was able to see again. She watched a
laughing Missy get into an expensive-looking two-seater
sports car. As the low black car pulled out of the
driveway, a curious Laura was able to get a good if brief
look at the driver.
It was a woman Laura had never seen before. She guessed
her to be in her late 20s. She had very short, dark blonde
hair and was quite beautiful with her fine, chiseled
features. She had the sort of all-American face that
belonged on a feminine version of Mount Rushmore and Laura
with her classic Greek features was quite envious. She
surprised herself by feeling a sudden pang of longing for
this exciting blonde stranger.
She hid herself once again when she noticed the woman
staring directly at her. In spite of the warm room, Laura,
kneeling behind the wall, suddenly found herself covered in
goose bumps. She instinctively wrapped her arms around her
chest. The look the woman had given her was one of pure
hate, and the naked Laura felt herself feeling chilled to
bone and very, very vulnerable because of it.
"My God!" she said in wonder. Could the woman tell from so
far away that Laura had wanted her. Was that it? Had she
become so obvious in her wants and desires that she managed
to offend a total stranger with them?
She heard the powerful engine roar as the low car started
to speed away. Laura chanced another look and caught a
quick glimpse of the rear license plate before the car
tightly raced around the corner with tires squealing.
"SJ," she said. "Who the hell is 'SJ'?"
Her tired mind unable to think of an answer, Laura looked
for the drapes to cover the window so she could safely
leave the room without anyone seeing her. But the drapes
were no longer there.
"Oh, no" she groaned. There was no way to cover the
window. With a sinking feeling, she realized that she
hadn't seen any drapes in her room either this morning.
"That's just great," she muttered. Going on hands and
knees, Laura crawled across the carpet and out into the
hall. Going from room to room, she found that every drape
and blind had been taken down. The entire house was
completely opened to anyone who cared to look in. She was
to spend the day nude in a goldfish bowl!
"Wow," she said as the realization sank in. Doris really
must be very angry at her to have her do this. The woman
did tell her that she would be punished for all of the
terrible things she did yesterday. Perhaps this was at
least a part of that punishment. If so, she had better not
do anything to make her become any angrier. God knows what
would happen then.
Laura crawled to the bathroom for a badly needed rest stop.
To her horror she found that even the window here was
uncovered. Praying for speed, she hunched on top of the
toilet, and waited for her bursting bladder to empty.
After what to her was a ridiculously long wait, she finally
was able to relieve herself, all the while in a state of
mild panic as she kept her frantic eyes fixed on the small
window high on the opposite wall before her.
She crawled to her room. Well, it was certainly safer than
any of the other bedrooms. Better to have just one window
to worry about then several. Besides, she was much too
tired to do anything else. Once in bed she thought of
covering herself with the sheet, then decided against it as
being too risky. For some reason Doris, and Missy too,
wanted her to be nude today, so nude she would be. Just
this once. It was a small enough sacrifice, after all that
Missy and her mother had done for her. Besides, she was
safe enough here all alone. What could happen in such a
nice neighborhood, filled so many friendly, caring people?
*****
End of Book IV
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