Larry Mitchell - Teacher_s dirty pictures

Once she was in the darkroom, a feeling of warmth and security came over her. As she put the camera on the counter, she thought of the last two pictures she had taken. Her hand reached out automatically for the developing tank and the light switch. As she worked, on the more interesting job of printing the negatives of Tony, the film was developing in the tank alongside her. By the time she finished developing the last print, a new thought developed in Laura's head along with the picture.

"You wanted to see me?" Sally said in a brazen tone as she stood at the door to Laura's apartment.

"Yes. Please come in," Laura said in a sweet voice.

"Look, it's Friday afternoon and I've had it with school," the girl retorted. "I've got more important things to do."

"Of course you do," Laura smiled, pouring on the sweet act. "But this will only take a minute. I want to show you something and I can't do it out here."

Once they were in the living room, Laura handed the girl an envelope with the two enlargements and just waited for her reaction. The attractive blonde opened the envelope, took out the pictures and looked at them without a change of expression.

"So? Someone already told me you took pictures. You should have warned me so I could have put on some make-up and fixed my hair."

"Are you a lesbian, Sally?" Laura asked in the same soft, sweet voice.

"Are you crazy! Of course not!" the girl snapped back.

"Take another look at the pictures. Someone who doesn't know all the facts would assume you were making love to Debbie. See? Take a closer look at the one where you're right up close…"

"It's a lie!" the girl said in a trembling voice. "And I've got boy friends who'll testify to that!"

"Hmmm… I'm glad to hear that. But you know how it is when a person has their doubts. You know… maybe she swings both ways! And of course a girl's parents could get upset with a rumor like that…"

"This is blackmail!" Sally blurted out.

"That's funny. I hadn't thought of it that way. It's a point. But I'd prefer to think of it as fighting fire with fire."

"What is it you want?"

"Well, to begin with, I've been looking for a model to do some figure studies with, and since you are pretty, I thought you might like to pose for me."

"You mean naked?"

"Yes, of course. You have a beautiful shape to go with that pretty face, so you'll be ideal."

"I couldn't pose naked!"

"That's what I said the first time. But actually, it's a great experience. Unless of course you'd rather take your chances with those picture being circulated around…"

"All right! I'll do it!"

"Should we get started right now, or are you too busy?"

"Anything you say, Miss Roberts."

"Good. Take off your clothes, dear."

Laura remained standing in the center of the room, watching with a fixed stare as the girl began to disrobe. She knew, how embarrassing and humiliating it was to be watched like this and wanted to make the girl suffer as much as possible for what she had done to Debbie. When Sally was down to just her bra and panties, she gave Laura a helpless, pleading look and got a stem, unsympathetic stare in return.

"Look at those lovely tits," sgd Laura when Sally timidly slipped off her bra. And when the girl reluctantly lowered her panties, Laura went to where she was standing and ran the palms of her hands over the satiny smooth globes of her ass. Then she fingered her cunt. It was all to humiliate the girl, and it worked.

Finally, when Sally was totally naked, Laura began a series of classic poses front, back and side views, standing, then sitting. To add to the girl's discomfort, she made a point of posing her with generous use of her hands on the girl's cunt and ass, enjoying the agony on Sally's face.

"You're doing just fine, dear. Now I want you to turn your back to the camera and bend over… more… that's good. Spread your ass. I want a shot of that cute little asshole. Wait, I'll show you."

Stepping up behind Sally, she positioned the girl's hands on the smooth white globes of ass-flesh and showed her how to pull the cheeks apart to reveal her skitter. Muffled sounds of despair escaped from Sally's throat at the thought of being humiliated this way. Being photographed in the nude was difficult enough for her to bear, but the disgrace and shame of getting her asshole photographed was mortifying. Then, just as the male photographers had always done to her, Laura cork-screwed her finger up the girl's asshole, pleased with the muffled screech Sally tried to stifle. After twisting and wiggling her finger in that tight tunnel, Laura yanked it out suddenly, causing another screech from the girl, and then went back to take the picture.

"Good. Now sit on the edge of that bench and spread your legs," Laura said.

"Please, Miss Roberts," Sally pleaded as she took her place on the bench. "Haven't you taken enough pictures?"

"Almost. Now open your legs… more… more… got it. Okay, I want you to reach down with both hands and spread your cunt open. Come on let's get this over with. Spread your cunt, a little more… good. Now smile. That's it…"

When Laura was satisfied that she had completely recorded the girl's naked body, as well as her humiliated, anguished facial expressions, she said, "Let's take a break now. How about a nice stiff drink?"

"I could use it!" said Sally as she quickly followed Laura to the kitchen.

Laura poured straight Scotch into two large, ice-filled glasses and motioned the still-naked girl to take a stool alongside the snack counter. Sally eagerly sipped the throat-burning liquid, feeling it go all the way down to her stomach and thankful for the warm glow it gave her insides. As she got accustomed to the taste of the strong drink, she took large sips, anxious to get it through her system and into her head. Only then would she be able to accept the ordeal she had just been through, she told herself, as Laura remained standing across the counter watching her with grim satisfaction. But Sally was no longer self-conscious about her nakedness.

"Did you know that kid Debbie was a virgin?" Laura asked as she poured Sally another drink.

"I guess so," Sally sighed, feeling the effects of the first drink now and getting over the nervousness of the ordeal. "And she's still a virgin. Giving your cherry to a brush handle doesn't count. But we didn't know for sure…?"

"How would you like to be raped by a girl, first of all, and with a wooden brush handle?"

"She had it coming," Sally defended herself in a trembling voice. "She squealed on us to the principal… and… and… they kill stool pigeons, you know!"

"There's no need to get so upset," Laura said when she saw team welling up in the girl's eyes. It occurred to her that the girl thought she was going to be raped with a wooden handle. "I don't get my jollies from girls. Especially at the end of a wooden handle. So relax."

"What about inside?" Sally shot back, fighting off the team. "Why'd you do all those things to me? A normal girl doesn't feel up another girl and finger her cunt and all!"

"Yes, I know. But I wanted you to experience some of the humiliation you made Debbie go through. It didn't give me any enjoyment, but it was something you had coming!"

"Well, I guess it's not so bad then, now that it's over and I know you're not queer."

"Good. Because there's still a few more pictures I want to take before we call it an even exchange for what you did."

"What kind of pictures? You've already photographed me inside and out!"

"Just a few of you fucking. That's all!"

"Huh?" Sally gasped, but suddenly realized it was too late to do anything about it.

While they had been in the kitchen, Tony and Ben had slipped into the apartment, as Laura had meticulously planned, and Tony was now standing in the kitchen doorway, totally naked. Ben, meanwhile, was hiding in the bedroom, waiting for his signal from Laura to enter.