The Story of Laura
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Laura is 36 years old and a high school teacher.
Considered the most beautiful teacher in the school, she never cared too much about her attractiveness, instead preferring commitment and seriousness in teaching.
One evening Laura and her friend Sabrina decided to go to the cinema to see one of the most talked-about films: Basic Instinct. Laura wasn’t very enthusiastic; however, Sabrina had insisted so much that she finally convinced her.
After the film, the usual “Margherita”, at the pizzeria near the house.
“Imagine,” Sabrina said, “if I too could excite men like Sharon Stone does, just by crossing my legs.” At the same time, she put her intention into action, uncovering her thighs a little.
Laura started laughing: “I think you’ve gone completely out of your mind.”
The two girls set off for home, promising to seduce both Michael Douglas and Kevin Costner the next day if they went to art history lessons.
Laura began to undress for bed; the mirror reflected the perfection of her forms, completed by the recent tan from the summer holidays at the sea.
Instinctively, she ran her hands over her boobs, then pressed them towards the center while her bra swelled to bursting, pushed by the 90cm breast circumference that carries the girl.
During the night, Laura couldn’t sleep: that film that she had considered little more than a nuisance had instead struck something profound; she remembered the gesture of her friend and Stone crossing her legs after declaring that she didn’t wear pants under her miniskirt, the excited looks of the men, and their desire to possess her.
By now, something in Laura had snapped: her mind was beginning to build erotic fantasies, and the more she went on, the less they seemed impossible to achieve.
Before dawn, Laura felt that she “had” to feel a strong emotion and that she would do so immediately, without waiting for special occasions.
She got up and, having showered, I put her plan into practice: today, she will have to teach for four straight hours at the fourth C because the gym teacher has left a message on her answering machine that she will not be able to go to school because she is ill.
The fourth C is an all-male class and a little difficult: the sixteen students come from the most peripheral districts of the city and often prove to be restless and not very disciplined; when they have physical education class, the boys come to school dressed in tracksuits, and here’s Laura’s plan: she’ll dress provocatively and flirt a bit until she’s able to see, through the tracksuit bottoms of some boys, at least a hint of dick swelling. Although it seems absurd and a bit “deficient,” Laura is determined to do it.
Usually, her clothing is very chaste, with dark clothes so as to mortify her generous shape, even if for a 90 – 60 – 88, 1.77m tall, it is not very easy to hide one’s features.
Laura puts on a black bra that’s very open at the front, barely covering her nipples; above her is only a white jacket, the neckline of which ends abundantly under her breasts (she would never have worn it without a blouse underneath her, but today was a particular day). Her legs are perfect like this and don’t need stockings, while over her black pants, the kind that shrinks to a thread of cotton drowned between her buttocks, she only puts on a white miniskirt well above her knees (actually, thinks Laura looking at her mirror, more than above the knee, I must admit that it barely covers the buttocks). A pair of white stiletto heels complete the picture.

Laura looks in the mirror: a stunner, but she doesn’t have the courage to show up like this at school: she, therefore, wears a raincoat that she will only take off once she enters class, in front of “her” boys.
When Laura arrives in the classroom, all the pupils are already present: as expected, all the boys have tracksuits, and when someone jumps to climb over a chair, you notice the attributes wagging their tails from under the fabric.
“Guys, okay, let’s get started!”
Everyone sits down, and Laura takes off her raincoat: a murmur pervades the classroom; amazement and admiration, combined with some heavy jokes whispered slowly but not enough to escape the teacher, mix; Laura doesn’t feel embarrassed at all; the game goes as she had expected.
The lesson begins, and Laura reads a challenging essay to the students. During the reading, she gets off her desk and starts walking slowly through the rows of desks.
As she passes, the guys behind her take their eyes off the book and remain mesmerized by the stupendous spectacle of her body: seen from behind, the teacher is the most beautiful pussy they have ever seen in their lives: that tight white skirt underneath which you can see perfectly the generous shape of the ass, is the perfect frame for those fabulous legs, long and shapely, that the tan makes irresistible.
Laura continues reading and her slow wandering around the classroom, well aware of the fact that the boys, as soon as she has passed, devour her with their eyes.
After reading, Laura returns to her chair.
Several times in the past she had complained to the principal because her desk, open in front and in a raised position, was not suitable for decent behavior, but the scarcity of funds had delayed the purchase of the new furnishings, so that she was always going to class in pants, except in the winter when she wore floor-length skirts.
But today that chair was a formidable contribution to her plan.
She sat down, and immediately everyone’s eyes were focused there, under the chair.
It was a sunny day, and the reflection of the floor was like a spotlight pointing toward the teacher’s chair and everything that was on it.
Laura began to feel more and more identified with that absurd game: she would spread her legs and then close them after a few seconds, in any case, enough time for the boys to see her pants and the fuzz that came out from the sides of her tiny pants, then she would cross them as she had seen in the film, standing on the tip of the chair, letting the back profile of the thigh be seen up to the beginning of the bottom.
The boys were hypnotized; it was impossible to listen to the teacher’s words or follow any reasoning; never in the fourth C had such total and absolute silence been heard.
Laura glanced at the boys in the front rows: from under the counter, she could see someone’s pants, and with pleasure, she noticed that the effect of her behavior was evident: the boys had an erection, and the members visibly stretched the elastic pants of the tracksuits.
Considering the age of the boys – around 18 – and their number, any sensible person would have interrupted the game, but Laura was now totally slave to the situation: she would not have been able to stop now even if she had no idea where she wanted to arrive.Considering the age of the boys – around 18 – and their number, any sensible person would have interrupted the game, but Laura was now totally slave to the situation: she would not have been able to stop now even if she had no idea where she wanted to arrive. She called one of the boys, Matteo, to the blackboard. The boy gave himself a little touch to his cock to try to hide his erection as best he could and went towards the desk.
The erection was very evident: the boy’s cock tended the light trousers, and the shape of the cock was perfectly visible.
Laura pretended not to notice, got up too, and stood beside the boy.
“Draw a doric column!” churches.
The boy began to draw while Laura stared at him; when she was done, she came up with a quip:
“You have to make the top wider; that looks like the tip of your cock to me, or at least that’s how I see it from under your pants.”
She herself was surprised to have uttered those words; she had never spoken like this, not even in intimate moments with the few boyfriends she had who considered her a bigot.
The boy, excited, interpreted those words as a provocation and answered in kind:
“Are you sure, professor? Take a closer look; maybe you are wrong.” and, saying so, he lowered his pants and underpants, remaining with his cock pointed straight at the teacher.
Without realizing it, Laura reached out a hand until her fingers touched the boy’s chapel:
“So, I wasn’t wrong!”

By now the boys were very excited: the image of the teacher had disappeared from their minds, replaced by that of a splendid, provocative female, which was impossible to resist.
Some began to get up from their desks and approach the desk.
Laura saw two, three, and ten boys gather around the platform of the teacher’s desk: all of them had their trousers stretched up to the crotch and their long, straight cocks could be seen underneath.
In an instant, she regained awareness of the situation, understood what trouble she was in, and, scared, decided to stop that stupid game that she should never have started.
“Guys, go back; it’s not break time!” she said, trying to regain a steady voice.
The dozen or so boys around her began to laugh. Imitating Matteo, they pulled down their pants and underpants and took off their shirts.
Laura was beginning to be afraid:
“Stop playing dumb, or I’ll suspend you all!” she cried softly.
Now the other boys had also gotten up and approached the desk, undressing as the first ones had done.
Matteo went to the door and locked it after placing the sign outside, “Class in the gym for a physical education lesson.” No one would have entered in the next few hours, nor could any noise or screams be heard from the heavy wooden door.
By now all the boys were on the platform; their naked bodies formed a wall of excited flesh, and Laura was terrified. They took her by the arm; she tried to free herself with a jerk, but she felt two, three, many hands grabbing her completely around the body; she tried to scream, but they covered her mouth.
They lifted the professor up and laid her on the desk. They kept her immobilized and began to undress her: take off the jacket, then the skirt and the bra, and lastly, the pants. In a few seconds, she was naked, and many hands were touching her, eager to please her. The boobs were the most coveted; firm and with hard nipples from fear, they were constantly felt; others touched her belly and thighs, while some boys took off her shoes and began touching her feet. Matteo, on the other hand, wanted to be the first to own it.
“Want to see my dick, bitch? Here it is; see if it’s hard enough for you!”
He mounted the chair, lay down on the teacher, and fucked her.
Laura managed to scream, but no one could hear her; she felt the boy’s cock penetrate her deeper and deeper, and she gasped stronger and stronger than her while she leaned on her boobs with her hands until she reached the orgasm.
The second boy was so moved and excited that he was shaking. Before penetrating her, he gave her a kiss on the mouth, then he fucked her as well as ten other boys after him.
Laura’s vagina was full of sperm, which dripped onto the desktop. In the bedlam climate, some of the boys had even cummed, overwhelmed by excitement and desire.
They dragged her off the desk and made her lean against the edge, butt out.
They wet her asshole with saliva, holding her tightly by her hips.
Laura screamed, “Pigs, you bastards, I’ll make you pay. No, I don’t want to! No ass! Please!”
The first boy pushed it inside her gently, being careful not to hurt her; his cock plunged deeper and deeper into her flesh, and Laura felt it penetrate where no man had ever had it.
The other boys watched the scene of the teacher’s anal from under the platform of the teacher’s desk as if they were at the cinema, and they got even more excited; within an hour, all sixteen had analyzed the teacher.

After the destruction of Laura’s ass, they left her stunned, lying on the platform.
After a while, the girl found the strength to get up and approach the door, but her pupils hadn’t had enough yet: they started chasing her around the classroom. In reality, they weren’t in any hurry to catch her, but they simply enjoyed seeing her running naked and terrified from one side of the room to the other in a vain attempt to escape for one more fuck.
When they were horny again, they caught her and get her into the middle of the classroom. They all stood in a circle, and Matteo ordered her:
“Now you take it in everybody’s mouth, bitch!”
Laura refused: ‘I don’t want to; you disgust me, pigs; leave me alone!’
They pinned her arms and legs to the ground and began to tickle her underfoot. Laura was very ticklish- she had confessed it to the boys during a lesson- and she began to laugh uncontrollably. She pleaded with her students to stop, but they got excited at the woman’s reaction and continued to do to her what they had started.
After a few minutes, Laura felt faint and yelled, “Okay, bastards, I’ll do whatever you want, but stop.”
They released her feet and returned to the circle.
Laura, kneeling between them, began to suck off the first one, then the second one, and so on, until all the boys had cum in the teacher’s mouth.
The alarm clock rang at seven as usual.
Laura woke up, tired and sweaty. She had had horrible nightmares, during which she had dreamed of being fucked.
She reached between her legs and realized that her pants were soaked.

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