Larry Mitchell - Teacher_s dirty pictures

While the names of the students whose parents complimented her weren't revealed by the principal, Laura knew it had to be Ben and Edward. Her first impulse was to recruit more of students, but she quickly realized that every time she added a boy to the membership she ran the risk of being discovered. So she put that idea out of her head, for the time, and concentrated on living up to her new reputation as an outstanding teacher.

Laura realized her greatest weakness was getting through to the girls in her classes, since she didn't hold a magic spell over all of them the way she did with the boys. The biggest problem she faced was breaking up the hold a few girls had over the rest. These four or five girls seemed to dictate the behavior for all the others, and Laura couldn't find the key to their influence. But before she had a chance to seek an answer to the puzzle, the facts found her.

"Miss Roberts!" a breathless, excited young girl whispered hoarsely as Laura was walking across the gym floor towards her office at the end of a class. She turned to look at the frightened student. "I think you should see what's happening down in the locker room, Miss Roberts!" the girl said, almost in tears.

"What is it?" Laura asked with concern, but moving in the direction of the stairs without waiting for an explanation.

"They've got that new… Debbie… and well you'd better see for yourself?" The girl was in tern now.

Laura broke into a run, with the girt following. As she raced down the stairs, two at a time, her 35-mm camera bounced wildly from the strap around her neck and hurt as it slammed into her sides. She was tempted to stop as she passed her small office downstairs to drop it off, but didn't wait to lose the time.

When they got to the locker room, the girl signaled that Laura should be quiet. They walked swiftly but noiselessly past the lockers until they came to the end of the tow and could see in to the shower room. The first thing that caught Laura's eyes was the shy, girlishly plump new girl stretched out naked at the opening to one of the shower stalls. Her wrists and ankles were tied with towels and she was stretched spread-eagle across the entrance to the stall, with a sock jammed in her mouth as a gag.

The pretty blonde girl standing before Debbie was the self-proclaimed leader of the group of rebel girls. It was more a reflex than an intentional action that made Laura take a picture of the scene. There were two other girls with the blonde, but they were out of the camera's view. From the angle Laura was shooting behind the lockers.

Laura's first instinct was to rush in and put an end to the torture scene. But she hesitated, knowing that they would try to explain it away as a joke, just an innocent prank they were playing to scare the girl a little. So she waited in silence to see just what the three girls had in mind.

As Sally, the leader, stepped back from her prisoner, Laura saw that she was holding a brush in her hand, with the wooden handle already tucked into the squirming girl's cunt. Again the camera's viewfinder was at her eye, and Laura recorded the scene.

"Just what's going on here!" Laura shouted then, stepping out from behind the lockers. The blonde girl froze, while her accomplices managed to slip away before Laura could see who they were.

"This little cunt had it coming," Sally declared boldly, releasing her grip on the brush, leaving the handle lodged in the girl's pussy. "And if you try to make a big deal about this, we'll get you, too!" Then she stormed off to her locker, passing Laura, who could only stare in disbelief, speechless and shocked.

Obviously the girl wasn't afraid to confront the school officials, Laura realized. Then she turned to help the young girl. Before saying, or doing anything else, she eased the blood-stained brush handle from the girl's tender cunt, getting queasy at the sight of it. Then bending to put the "evidence" on the floor, she quickly untied Debbie's ankles first, then her wrists. The girl pulled the sock out of her own mouth and flung herself in a sobbing, trembling mass against Laura.

"Poor kid," Laura whispered, hugging her tight. "Let me go call the doctor."

"No!" Debbie cried. "Don't call anyone!"

"But we must," Laura said softly, trying to calm the girl. "We have to report… and she'll be expelled."

"No! Oh, please don't tell anyone," the girl said between sobs.

"Why did they do this?" Laura asked in a whisper.

"I… I told my parents I didn't want to come back to this place… and when I told them about… Sally and her friends… and how they push all the girls around… my parents told the principal! I told them not to! I told them they'd get even!"

"There, there. It's all over now. Let's get you cleaned up and out of this place."

Laura soaked a towel in warm water and gently dabbed away the blood from the girl's legs. When she pressed the warm dampness against the girl's aching cunt, Debbie moaned, a moan that sounded strangely familiar, like her own moans of sensuous delight when she pressed her own cock-filled cunt against a man's groin. She rinsed out the towel and brought it back to the girl's pussy, sopping wet this time, and pressed it against her cunt.

Laura held the towel pressed firmly in place between the girl's legs as Debbie squirmed her throbbing pussy into the wetness, confused and embarrassed by the sudden conflict stirring inside her now. The pain had given way to a new warm agony and she squeezed her thighs together, locking the wet towel and Laura's hand there for more of the steaming-hot, satisfying sensation that was generating within the walls of her recently raped pussy. It was a self-healing agony, the girl realized as Laura coaxed her along with understanding tenderness and compassion.

"Don't fight it," Laura whispered, stepping closer and pressing harder with the towel, sending warm streams of water cascading down the insides of Debbie's thighs. Then using her body as a shield from the eyes of anyone that might be watching, Laura brought her free hand up to the girl's tits and gently massaged the soft mounds until Debbie's nipples fizzed-out straight and her moans became groans of animal-lust.

"That's it," Laura breathed in her ear, "Let yourself go. Flush it all out… You'll feel better afterwards."

"Nnnnggghhhh," Debbie whimpered.

"Come on… a little more. Grind your pussy into the towel. Mmmm… feel my hand on your tit. Let yourself go…"

"Oh…! Aaaggghhhh! Ooo-WWW! AHHH!"

"Now doesn't that feel better?" Laura sighed, rubbing the towel in small gentle circles over the flushing cunt.

"Mmmmmm… yes… mmmm… much better…"

A quick glance over her shoulder and Laura realized the girl that had called her in the first place was nowhere in sight, and she knew the girl, too, must be in a panic now for getting involved. It was obvious to Laura that Sally knew the girls wouldn't come forward and tell what had happened. Even if she decided to report it herself, Debbie probably would deny it all anyway.

Then after helping the girl get dressed, Laura walked her to the girls' dormitory and went on to her own apartment, alone and tormented with the weight of it all on her shoulders now. The kids knew exactly what they had to do nothing but Laura felt it was her own duty to do something about it. Even the pictures she had taken were useless, she told herself, unless the girls were willing to back her up.

Over a hefty Scotch-on-the-rocks, she tried to put it all out of her mind, and found herself thinking about the roll of film she had developed during the day, with thirty-six views of Tony's muscular, naked body… as well as a few of her own. She drained the Scotch from the glass, picked up her camera without thinking and rushed out of the apartment to return to the school's darkroom. There was still time, before the school was locked for the night, to make prints of those negatives, she told herself. She couldn't wait any longer to see how they had turned out.