Laurie sighed and then slipped, off the disordered desk to retrieve her panties. She decided to give the man a treat. Turning her back modestly, everything else she did was anything but modest. She did her damnedest to be provocative.
She stepped into her panties carefully, then drew them up her slender legs with a languor that must have been maddening to the watching man. When she got to the flare of her ass, she slipped the cotton panties over her ass with as slow a movement as possible.
Wiggling a bit, she twitched into the panties, then dropped her skirt. Turning, Laurie saw the man was struggling to get his cock back into his pants. It was almost rigid again. Her little reverse striptease had gotten him hard in what seemed an impossibly short time.
"Oh, my poor teacher!" she cried in mock pity. "Let me help you!"
She dropped to her knees in front of his crotch, kissed his cock and felt it lurch. Her tongue probed out and against the furry sac containing his balls.
She could feel the balls tumbling wildly inside. Using only her tongue, she managed to work his almost totally stiff prick back into his pants.
Then she ran the zipper back up its track.
"There," she said, smiling broadly, "that should take care of your friend for a while." She watched in admiration as the lump in Mike's trousers grew even larger. It wasn't going to take care of any sexual need. She'd merely aggravated it, made him even hornier.
Laurie liked the idea a lot. She'd made him jump through a hoop to get into her pants. And now she was stringing him along. Whenever she wanted to feel his huge cock again, all she had to do was ask. He desired her as much as she did him.
"I think you'd better go," he said.
"Right, Mike. Mustn't have people talking. Maybe you can even catch Hank Raybin at the bar."
"You little bitch," he started, then laughed.
"Yeah, maybe I can. You know something? Even if I told him I'd just fucked you, he wouldn't believe me. He's got the hots for you something fierce. He'd think I was lying through my teeth."
Laurie filed the information away. So, Hank Raybin wanted a piece of her action, too. She didn't especially like the man or his looks. But if she got really horny, desperate for cock, perhaps something could be worked out to their mutual benefit.
After all, the older men seemed to have the experience lacking in the kids her own age.
"See you tomorrow-in class," she said. As she walked from the room, she made sure her ass was swinging back and forth in just the right way. If she could leave him with enough thoughts for a couple wet dreams about her, so much the better.
Out in the hallway, she found Sid Phillips lounging against the wall, his camera dangling on a strap around his neck. Sid was the high school photographer and took his job seriously. Laurie wondered what he was doing here so late after school. Her lovemaking with Mike had lasted almost half an hour.
"Hello, Laurie. Got a few minutes?" Sid asked.
"I guess. What do you want?"
"You know I'm something of a shutterbug. Just can't seem to keep from taking pictures of anything and everything."
"Get to the point, Sid."
"I was outside and had a telephoto lens on the camera. I was shooting some pictures of the building. I happened to see something going on in Mr. Kress' classroom which, ummmm, shall we say, is a bit torrid. It'll look great on the gossip page."
"I don't know what you're talking about." Secretly, Laurie was thrilling to what Sid was saying. He'd actually seen her and Mike fucking! He was working up to telling her he'd taken pictures of them together!
It was enough to get her all hot and bothered again. The sexual thrill of being seen was more than she'd bargained for. This was like something she'd read about in the cheap historical romances. The heroine being blackmailed by the unscrupulous villain.
"I couldn't get good pictures. Not from across the campus. So I came on up, opened the door and got some damned fine shots. Even a couple using the telephoto. Know what a meat shot is?"
"A meat shot? What do you mean?"
"Well, when a guy and a gal are really getting it on, see, his cock is really driving hard into her pussy. At just the right angle, you can see the prick vanishing and get a damned fine picture of it."
"So?"
"So I think Mr. Kress' cock and your lovely little cunt will look just great with a frame around it and hung on his classroom wall."
"There's more, isn't there, Sid? Otherwise, you wouldn't be telling me all this. You'd be printing the pictures and passing them out to anyone who'd like to see the two of us screwing-maybe even to people who wouldn't like to see the two of us screwing."
"Smart girl. You still going with Jack?" His eyes drank in her beauty. She could feel his eyes resting heavily on the twin swells of her tits. She hadn't bothered buttoning up her blouse after the fucking session with Mike. There was no reason to. And now she was glad she hadn't.
What Sid was offering was so blatant that she'd almost expected more of him.
Still, he wasn't unattractive…
"I figure you might be able to meet my price for nice 8x10 glossies. Maybe you'll even want a set for Mr. Kress, too. But I asked about Jack. You still going with him?"
"No. And I doubt if he'd be interested in a set of X-rated photos of me. He's a bit of a stick-in-the-mud. A real drag."
"Yeah, I've noticed, so look, since you've dumped the Wooden One, why not come up to the darkroom and we'll see what develops."
She thrust her boobs a little bit farther forward to make certain her nipples were pressed firmly against her blouse. They looked like tiny mushrooms growing on the front of her chest.
"Do I have any choice?"
"Sure. I'll just keep the pictures for my own files. I won't show them to anyone. I just figured I should get something for my work if you, uh, happened to want a set of your own."
She reached out and thrust her hand into Sid's right rear pocket. She could feel his muscular ass under the thick denim. She squeezed down and moved closer to him as she said, "Sounds good to me. Let's get going, huh? I'm feeling something developing right now. And I think you'd better plug it up soon or I'll leak out. all over the place."
His eyes darted to the front of her skirt and he saw a tiny spot of dampness.
He smiled broadly and allowed her to guide him to the stairs, her hand gently squeezing his rear end.
In the classroom used for the Student newspaper, she was disappointed to find it deserted. Laurie had hoped there'd be one or two people out here. Then, when she and Sid went into the potential of the necessary darkroom, there would be the discovery as they screwed.
She was coming to find' this ingredient for her to really enjoy sex.
Cock and lots of it was nice. She couldn't deny that. And if a man really knew all the ways of pleasuring her, that was great, too. But this was all physical stimulation. She was discovering a brand-new dimension of fucking with the thrill of possible discovery of her sexual activities.
Laurie didn't understand it. She didn't even try to. All she had to do was accept it and ride it for all it was worth. Anything that gave her the treat of such monumental orgasms had to be something worthwhile.
"And here's my private domain. The darkroom."
"Do we have to keep it dark all the time?"
"I'm sure we can think of something to brighten up our little stay in there together." Sid smiled lewdly and ushered her into the small room.
There was barely room for her to turn around. She blundered into a pan and sent it clattering to the floor as the lights went out. The room was totally dark.
"You gotta be kidding. I want to see what's going on… hey!" she cried, feeling a hand sliding up her leg and gripping her snatch. Still not able to see, she groped in the dark. She couldn't find Sid anywhere.
"Come on, man! I can feel your fuckin' hand! I want something else from you!"
"I think I can guess what!" he said, his voice coming from floor level.
She felt his hands gripping her panties, then pulling them off. Reaching out and down, she found the top of the teenager's head. He was on his knees in front of her.
When his head started burrowing under her dress and his mouth found her pussy mound, she groaned. Suddenly weak in the legs, she almost stumbled. Supporting herself against the counter, she let his tongue work its way through the tangled mat of her pussy fur, then down lower until he was licking up and down the entire length of her sex slit.
As his tongue stabbed far into her cunt, she screamed.
"Hey, not so loud!" he protested from under her dress. "Somebody's likely to hear if you carry on like that!"
"It… it's nice, your mouth. But I want something besides your tongue up my cunt!"
"Great," he said. "Most chicks get uptight over getting knocked up. You on the Pill?"
"Sure. Most of the girls are. I think they just hand out that line to string you guys along. We all like balling as much as you do, but we hive to keep your animal instincts in line some way."
"The hell you say. You're the one acting like a bitch in heat. But you said you wanted a little light. Let's try balling with this on. It's really kinky!"
He switched on the orange safelight. The dim light pervaded the entire room, giving their skins an eerie aspect. The girl almost laughed when she looked down and saw the teenager's prick boldly jutting up from his pants.
"Goddamn, it looks like an orange Popsicle!" she exclaimed.
"So taste it and see!"
"Nope. I have a better place to put it. Remember?"
"How could I forget?"
His hands were eagerly fondling her tits now. He'd unbuttoned her blouse, allowing her boobs to come spilling opulently out into his grip. He took a double handful of titflesh and was methodically squeezing down. She pushed closer to him, urging him on.
"Get up on the counter," she told him. "Flat on your back. I'll do the rest."
He reluctantly let her fits free for a moment as he sprawled out supine on the countertop. Then he saw what she had in mind. She agilely leaped up and straddled his erection. She held herself poised above his cock.
The girl smiled as she reached and held his throbbing cock just a fraction of an inch away from her sex lips. The orange light cast a completely alien look to the scene. It was a red-orange prick threatening to impale her. And the highlights were all off-colored.
She loved It.
"Ready for this?" she needlessly asked.
In response, he reached up and grabbed her tits again. He started rotating them, one clockwise, the other in the opposite direction. He seemed intent on tearing the two lovely mounds of titflesh from her chest.
She gasped as she felt the effects rampaging into her chest. Hot lances of delight stabbed down and lit her fuse. She new he could bring her off if he kept up his handling of her jugs like this.
She wanted more than that. She was hungry for cock. And it was in her hand. All she had to do was lower her body and take it all the way up her cunt.
She did.
She didn't just relax and drop around that lovely pillar of manmeat. The gill wanted the maximum stimulation out of that willing prick. She wanted that cock to satisfy all her desires, her every sexual demand.
She dropped a couple inches until the blunt nose cone of his rigid cock poked into her sex lips.
She rocked back and forth, letting her fuck fluids ooze out and onto his prick.
Then she worked down another half inch.
The cock came into her cunt. The sex lips parted enough for her to keep them in direct contact with the prick. She felt the twitching rod of hard flesh stimulating her inner sex lips. The pinkly scalloped labia were the most sensitive portion of her cunt and she knew it. She got the maximum turn-on before allowing his cock to enter another inch up her twat.
The thick cock began stretching her tight little passage. She was all wet and seething hot inside.
Self-control was slowly slipping from her. There was nothing quite as important to her now as wild, totally abandoned fucking on his erection.
She dropped.
Both gasped as his cock shot powerfully up her cunt. The sudden intrusion all the way into her belly had been unexpected in its result.
The girl had thought it would be like having any other cock stuffed up her quim. It wasn't. This cock twisted and pulled her new, wonderfully sensuous new directions. It took several seconds for her cunt walls to expand and take his entire length.
Until then, they were both gasping with extreme lust.
"Goddamn, you're fuckin' tight!" he moaned. "I can't wait to get it really going in you!"
"You're filling me up! You're going to break me apart with that huge prick of yours. I… I never, ummm, oh! 'I never thought…"
"Start moving, girl, start getting that ass of yours in gear!" he demanded.
She obeyed. Her body demanded it as much as the youth pinned under her. Slowly swinging back and forth, she made sure her cunt was properly reamed out – by his buried cock. The broad arrowhead of his cockhead burrowed deeper and deeper up her twat as she squirmed around.
The waves of joy washing away from her cunt threatened to drown her. She was totally covered by sweat now. She could ~see the orange hands gripping her fits, orange rivulets of sweat running down her naked body. This strange sight turned her into a frenzied woman seeking nothing but total sexual gratification.
Her body rose and then sank back down onto his prick. Over and over, she repeated the maneuver. She was fucking herself with deliberate slowness.
Building up inside her was the pressure of unfulfilled sexual need. It would soon come crashing over her senses and she'd cum. Until then, she was going to make sure she got the maximum turn-on possible.
"That's the way," he urged her on. "My cock feels like it's on fire now. And your cunt's squeezing it to death!"
"Just like you're doing to my poor little fifties!"
"Little? Ha! They're just right for me. See?"
He squeezed down even harder. The rock-hard pebble of her nipple sprang out from between his thumb and forefinger. He took the marble in his fingers and began rolling it around. He repeated the action on her other boob. She was gasping, rolling it around. He repeated the action on her other boob. She was gasping, fighting for breath, trying to enjoy to the utmost the pleasure he was giving her.
"More, oh, shit, more!"
"Up and down you go, then!"
It was a strange sight, the two of them bathed in the orange light, locked together at the genitals, fucking madly.
Neither would have cared. They were too engrossed in the sensations filling their bodies.
The girl was totally possessed by the demon of lust now. She fucked herself with deliberate long, strong strokes. She rose until just the purpled head of the youth's cock spread her pussy lips. With the huge crown splitting her, tickling her inner sex lips, she'd twist and turn around a little, then simply relax.
Gravity did the rest. Her body came plummeting down around his steely prick like a meteorite falling from outer space. It wasn't exactly what she needed to stroke the fires burning in her body.
Faster and faster she repeated the action. Soon, they were working together. As she would come smashing down, he'd lift his hips up from the counter driving his cock skyward. His prick would spear hard into her cunt as she dove down.
Their crotches ground together in an erotic spasm, then they would separate again. The fucking was long, prolonged, hard-loving.
When the boy could no longer maintain his control, he groaned once, mumbled,
"Oh, shiiit! I…" and then fountained out his cum into her wanton cunt.
The first touch of his flaming hot jism set off her orgasm. She screamed and cried until tears ran down her cheeks. And she kept her hips working wildly up and down in a strong fucking.
Her insides burned with the flames of passion. The jolting of their bodies colliding sent messages of, pure lust all the way up her spine and into her brain.
Finally, the fireworks exploded in her skull. Her entire body was racked with her' cum. She screamed even louder as the ultimate human pleasure took control of her body and tossed her all around the impaling spike of his still geysering prick.
Then it was all over.
Panting, she looked down at the sweat-beaded face and laughed. The orange light gave it such a peculiarly bizarre aspect it was funny.
"You know how to make it different, Sid, that's for sure. This bit with the funny orange light really got me going."
"Hell," he snorted. "And all this time I thought it was my cock."
"Oh, it was, it was! But I get off on the little things, too. And your cock's anything but little!"
"Glad to hear that. If you're not doing anything tonight, how about you and me going to the dance? I think our unique abilities of fitting together, working in cramped spaces, and so forth, might be just the ticket."
"Why not? As I said, you seem to appreciate the little things."
Sid looked at her strangely, then laughed.
Laurie thought she'd found a winner in Sid. He appreciate her need for the difference in balling. He wouldn't be dull like Jack. She was certain of that.