Larry Mitchell: Teacher_s dirty pictures

Later, after she had showered and climbed into bed for the night, she wrote a brief letter to Art, giving him her new address and a description of the town. Wayne Bryant had changed her outlook toward the job and she was now, filled with enthusiasm.

She was looking forward to moving into the furnished, three-room apartment that came with the job. While it wasn't the most attractive apartment she had ever lived in, it was the first one to be on ground level, with its own entrance, lawn, private walk and even her own little garden. Now New York City was completely out of her mind and she only had thoughts for her own cozy apartment in the country.

And she was also looking forward to visits, from time-to-time, from Wayne Bryant and his delicious, eager ass-tickling tongue.

During the first week on campus, Laura was too occupied with getting adjusted to her new job and settling into her new apartment, to give any thought to Wayne Bryant. At the end of each day she was physically drained from the exercises of her five physical-education classes. To get the students to exercise, she had to exercise. When she stopped, they stopped, regardless of her instructions to continue. And the mental drain was almost as fatiguing as the physical work.

Since the high school only had a little over three hundred students, there was only one physical education teacher. That meant Laura Roberts was also responsible for the boys' gym classes. She never had any trouble handling men, but teenage boys presented an altogether different challenge.

"Excuse me, Miss Roberts," from a faceless, uncooperative student. "When you bend over like that, I get a hard-on." Laughter from the class. "And when I get a hard-on, I can't bend at all!"

There was no controlling the laughter and noise after something like that, she realized. And the comments came from everywhere, while Laura had to face the class with nothing but a stem look on her face to bring them back to order.

"I read that fucking was the best exercise of all!"

"Why don't you teach us that exercise, Miss Roberts?"

Then the class would chant, "One… two… three…fuck… one… two… three… fuck…"

The most frustrating part was that she couldn't admit to the principal that she lacked the ability to bring discipline to her classes, and the other teachers, just shrugged their shoulders when she tried to get their advice on the matter. It was obviously a problem they all faced and did the best they could, she decided. Then the words they were all quick to remind her of went through her head: You can use any disciplinary measures you wish, as long as the student doesn't write home to complain to his parents. For the money they pay, they shouldn't have to hear complaints about the faculty!

With that as her only guide, Laura decided to simply endure the frustrations until she had time to develop her own technique for bringing them under control. Meanwhile, the girls only gave her a handful of individuals that would just not do the exercises, with the simple statement, "I don't feel like it." But most of the girls were envious of Laura's voluptuous, firm figure and were anxious to follow her instructions to develop their own bodies.

By the third week, Laura was frustrated, depressed and so fatigued, that she was beginning to think she had made a big mistake taking the job in the first place. It was at the end of one of the boys' swimming classes that her irritability reached its limits and she got into an argument with one of the most rebellious boys.

It was her last class on Friday. The rest of the class had left the swimming pool and obediently filed into the locker room, while she was still scolding Edward Klinger, the most arrogant boy she had ever seen. Right in the middle of her tongue-lashing, he suddenly turned from her, stormed off to the door of the locker room and slammed it in her face.

Laura was furious. She stared at the door to their safe haven and felt team coming to her eyes. Her body was trembling with anger and there was nothing she could about it now that he was in the boys' locker room. She was about to storm off to her office and have a good cry, when something in her head sent her towards the locker door. She opened the lock with her pass-key and walked in. She could hear their laughter and voices over the noise of the running showers as she marched boldly down the rows of lockers.

"Hey!" cried the first naked boy to see her.

"You can't come in here!" said another.

"Who says I can't?" Laura snapped back, pleased now as they cowered away, hying to cover their nakedness. She eyed the group scornfully, not quite sure what she was going to do or say now that she was there. She finally said, "Come over here, Klinger."

The boy reluctantly stepped forward, his hands dropped in front of him to offer some modesty. "I'll get you fired for this!" he blurted out.

"Perhaps," she answered in a calm, soft voice. "But job or not, no one slams a door in my face. And now that I'm here, I've discovered a very interesting fact. The bigger the mouth… the smaller the sex equipment!"

The boy blushed from head to foot, while his classmates howled and laughed behind him. And Laura felt flushed, too, not knowing what caused her to say something like that. Then she was suddenly very conscious of the dangling cocks of the thirty boys in the class. As her eyes scanned the display of jiggling pricks, they locked on the longest, fattest cock she had ever seen. It belonged to the boy they called "Moose".

An idea flashed into her head and she said, "I'd like to see you in my office… errrr… Moose. The rest of you just remember that I won't tolerate anymore nonsense in my classes." Then she turned and left.

So many thoughts were rushing through her head as she entered the small office between the boys' and girls' locker rooms, that she almost felt intoxicated from the light-headed, dizzy feeling it gave her. Then she hated herself for not thinking of the idea sooner, when it was such an obvious way of dealing with the unruly boys. All she needed was someone big enough to enforce her commands; someone from the class that the others would listen to without question; someone who couldn't get fired for his actions. And she had just picked the most likely candidate. He was far from being the brightest boy in the class, but he was certainly the biggest, most powerful-looking boy in the whole school.

"OH!" She let out a startled screech as Moose entered the office without a stitch of clothing. She knew now that she'd have to be much more explicit when giving him instructions. It was just fortunate she hadn't told him to meet her in the larger office in the gym, she told herself, or he'd have had to walk through the halls this way.

"You wanted to see me?" he asked in a timid but husky voice.

"Yes… but I didn't mean that way. You could have gotten dressed first."

"Oh. I wasn't sure."

"Well, it doesn't matter now. This will only take a minute. I'm afraid I only know your nickname. What's your real name?"

"Benjamin Brock," he answered, adding quickly, "They make fun of my initials and call me names I don't like, but 'Moose' isn't a bad as 'BB Brain'… or 'Ball Buster' and stuff like that."

"Well, I'll just call you Ben. Is that all right?"

"Yeah! Hardly anybody calls me that… except my mother."

Laura eyed the 6'3" boy and began to have doubts about whether he was capable of carrying out simple orders without hurting someone. From her sitting position behind the desk, he certainly appeared to be a towering giant, she thought. And she tried to keep her eyes from lingering on his huge cock.

"All right, Ben," she began, staring don at the top of her desk to keep from seeing his giant meat, "I'd like you to be my assistant… you know, helper. When I tell the class to do something, you'd help me to it they obeyed. Do you think you'd like to do that?"