Pumped Up Teach

Alysha is the sexiest senior (just turned eighteen) at her private school for girls. At full height, she is 5'-10", 131 pounds, with a mane of platinum-coloured hair that always seems to be perfect; it cascades down to the mound of her pornstar-ass. The orbs of her tits, with nipples that were always erect, were the roundness of gorgeous flesh-cantaloupes. Her emerald eyes, that were the shade of a meadow at sunset, and the crimson of her hair, told everyone around she was mostly Irish. The stilts of skin, muscle, and bone that were her legs, could be compared to a Rockett.

She was sexual, and masturbated every chance she could get. (She has been with only two men in her life...it was satisfactory at best.) Their dicks were small, and they didn't even give her oral, although she managed to let them both erupt in her awaiting mouth. After the last one, she told her roommate, "Men are just too fuckin selfish!"
Her roommate just responded, "Why don't you bat for the other team, then?"

Alysha laughed. But ever since then, as she caught notice of her friend's legs under her plaid skirt, she thought about it more than once. Today was the day she would have to make a choice concerning this. So let's join her, shall we?

Alysha was sitting in Advanced Mathematics with fifteen other students, and the teacher Ms. Darron. Ms. Darron was a young teacher at thirty-six, and had the body of a centrefold. Thick locks of blonde hair erupted from her scalp, and flowed down her back and over her shoulders in honey waves. Her eyes were ice-blue and penetrating. Her breasts were exquisite full "C"s, and recently, Alysha used to stare at them as they tried to break through the standard-issue sweater she was wearing. She was sitting on her desk now; her legs were crossed, and the neon lights above made the black stockings she wore shine.
Jill, an amazing brunette that sat in front of Alysha, was called by Ms. Darron to solve a problem on the board. As she sauntered over to the blackboard, her toes caught the rug, and she fell; her hands went out in front of her to alleviate most of the force. She was now down on all fours like a dog.

The entire classroom blurted out guffaws of laughter at their fallen schoolmate--even Jill was chuckling. Ms. Darron noticed one student did not join in: Alysha. Alysha's eyes were beheld by Jill's ass that was now exposed to her: the firmness of it; how her legs looked in her right-above-the-knee socks; and, most importantly, the plump mound of flesh under the cotton panties that marked Jill's pussy. Alysha caressed her top lip with her long tongue, moistening it. She wished right then and there, that she could have slid it up along those panties. 

Jill stood up, and finally got to finish the math problem.
A minute later, the buzzer went off, and Ms. Darron said, "Alright class, no extra assignments today. Enjoy the weekend."
Everyone collected their books and stood up. Alysha was concentrating on the show that just took place, so she could remember it later in detail as she fingered herself in bed. She was just about to pass through the open door, when she heard Ms. Darron say, "Alysha, could you wait a minute? I'd like to talk to you."
"Sure." DAMN! She really needed to make herself cum now!

"Since Mr. Andrews has to use this classroom later, will you please accompany me to my office?" she said, as she picked up her briefcase.
Alysha nodded "yes", and they both left.
Ms. Darron's office was nothing more than a fifteen-by-fifteen room, that contained a loveseat, a small desk in the corner, bookshelves, and a filing cabinet. There was also a coffee table in front of the wanna-be couch.

The teacher opened the door, and while placing her hand at the base of Alysha's spine, she ushered her in.
Ms. Darron told her student to please be seated, pointing to the loveseat. Alysha thought: What the hell am I doin here? I haven't done anything. Ms. Darron locked the door behind her, and walked over to her desk. She threw the briefcase on top, and made her way to the table in front of Alysha.
The teacher sat down and, while her head was lowered, she let her eyes trace up Alysha's long legs. Ms. Darron crossed her legs slowly, watching her student try to force them open with her gaze alone.

"Do you know why you're here?" Ms. Darron asked.
"No. I actually don't." Then she thought back to the fall of Jill. "I hope you don't think that I tripped Jill!" she gasped.
"Of course not," Ms. Darron laughed. "But, it's about what happened while Jill was on the floor. I noticed something." Ms. Darron smiled like a mutt waiting to be pet.

Alysha's first mental reaction was that the teacher saw her lick her lips, and she would definitely be in a lot of trouble. "Wuh-What did you notice, Ms. Darron?"
"Please, we're in my office. Call me Danielle."
"Okay, Danielle. What did you notice?"
"I saw how you stared at Jill's ass, and I also saw the way you ran your tongue over your lips. Why?" Ms. Darron was still smiling, and she cocked her head to the side.
"I really would rather not talk about it."
"Alysha, you could confide in me. I would never tell a soul anything that you'd say to me." To emphasize, Ms. Darron rested her long-fingered hand on Alysha's knee.

Alysha, at once, jumped a little. She was getting hot, and she wouldn't want to cum in her panties in her teacher's office! "It's...well...it's just that lately, I've been thinking about girls," she said, her head now lowered out of embarrasment (as a bonus, she got to look at those silken legs for a while longer).
Ms. Darron massaged her hand around in circles on Alysha's knee-cap. "That's okay, honey. I think about girls, too. What else can you do in an all girls school. Sometimes, though, I wish I had a long, salty cock in my throat. But, you know...." She raised her hands to modify her statement.
The shock at hearing her teacher use such vulgarities, and the hand on her knee, was making little rivulets of hot girl-semen run into her white panties. She uncrossed her legs, shifted her ass, then crossed them the other way.

"What's the matter? Am I making you uncomfortable, dear? Or are you getting wet on how I'm talking to you? Probably both, right?"
Alysha bobbed her head up and down like she was hypnotized. "You think about girls, too? I thought that I was weird, or something."
"To answer your question: you bet your tasty-looking tits, I do. I've had sex with over twenty of them." Alysha's dark-green eyes opened wide like ovals as she heard her teacher state that remark. "For instance, you know that girl Jill, obviously. Well, I just ate her out last week. Jealous?"
"Damn right I am," Alysha laughed as she absentmindedly put her hand on top of Danielle's. "I wanted to fuck her for two years!"

"She does taste sweet, like a fine wine, or an expensive lager." Danielle leaned in, so that her face was near her student's exposed knee. Alysha could feel the spurts of warm breath on her skin. "But, I'll wager, that you taste muuuch better." And, at that, she unrolled her tongue, and spread her saliva over Alysha's knee.
At that moment, Alysha knew she would never complain about school again. "I have to tell you, Danielle, that I stare at your legs and tits everyday. Espescially when you wear these stockings." Alysha figured "what the hell", and layed her right hand on her teacher's calf. She loved the almost liquid softness of the fabric. When she was younger, she used to frig her clit in her bed after she would see her mother wearing them. 

Alysha let out a "mmmmm" as Danielle and herself massaged each other. Danielle said, "Have you ever seen someone else's pussy?"
"In the shower I try to sneak a peek, but I don't want to get caught, so I look away quick. And I've seen my roommate's once: She wiggled around in her sleep once, and the blanket fell off. She wasn't wearing anything! I got up off of my bed, and went and kneeled on the floor next to her bed. My face was only about three inches away, and I could smell her aroma. I wanted to suck on her long lips, but I knew she would scream. So I went back to my bed, and settled for fucking myself with my hair brush, instead." She sighed.

"I would have loved to see that," Danielle said as she moved her hand down to the fabric of the knee-high sock. "I also love it that you girls have to wear these. That's why I took this job. Okay, enough bullshit. Do you want to see my tits?"
"Yes, please."

Danielle gripped the bottom of her sweater, and drew it over her head. She was wearing a black bra that barely held the melons in place; as it turns out, Danielle purposefully buys her bras a little smaller, she likes the tightness of it. "You like?"
"Yes."

The teacher rubbed her fingertips over the place where her nipples were hiding. She then brought her hands together, and unclipped the fastener that was in front. Her globes of woman's popped out and jiggled a bit. Danielle ran her fingers around the aereola, then pinched the cold-beer-can-stiff nipples.
"Can I touch them, pleeeaase?" Alysha now uncrossed her white legs; her juices were flooding the cotton that covered her lesbian-virgin snatch.
"Of course. I didn't bring you in here to tease you. Remember, we have all day, no more classes for either of us." Danielle leaned forward, her huge tits wobbled like obese cow utters.

The student leaned forward, and grabbed a handful of Danielle-breast with her right hand. "Not too hard, honey! My tits are sensitive. I know you're an eager little beaver, but just take it easy, okay?"

Alysha responded by softening her grip, and she moved her hand around as she still couldn't fathom what was transpiring. These tits are firm for a thirty-six-year-old, Alysha thought, as she now used both hands--one on each mound of flesh. Danielle's nipples were more erect than ever, as Alysha whispered, "Can I suck and lick them now?"
"Yes, sweety. Remember: gentle until I say otherwise."

Alysha nodded, and slid her wet pussy and ass closer to the edge; a thin streak of her warm liquid made a trail behind her on the leather loveseat. She inhaled a lungful of air, and rested her full lips right on a nipple. "You don't screw around, do you?"

"Ummm, Huhmmm," Alysha mumbled while she tugged and sucked on the nub of stiff skin. Drool started to slip out of the corners of her mouth, and dribbled down the glistening fun-bag. Alysha's hands were busy squeezing both tits as she swirled her tongue around the hard nipple. Danielle was watching all of this, and she noticed the length of the slab of muscle that was licking her.

"My, my, Alysha. Your tongue is long! That'll come in handy later." Danielle, never in her life has she needed to suckle a breast more than right now, said, "Now it's my turn, you schoolgirl whore. Lean back."
Alysha looked disappointed, but did as she was told. "I can play with them later, right?"
"Yes. But now, I need some tit. Take your shirt off."

She did as commanded, and stuck her thumbs under her sweater, and pulled it off. She nibbled at her lower lip as she started to unbutton the white shirt. She removed this, as well, and slung it across the room. Her bra was dusk-blue, and her full "C"s made a nice line of cleavage. 
Danielle ran her finger down the crevasse of her tits, and said, "I bet you'd like to have a guy stick his dick between these?"
Alysha's eyes were closed as Danielle caressed her mounds. All she answered with was a moan.

The student reached around and undid her bra; it fell on her lap, and Danielle picked it up, and threw it behind her. Alysha opened her eyes so she could watch, as her teacher cupped her nice size tits. "Yours are very nice. By far the best I've seen in this school." She then stood up, and her knockers bounced around. At the site of that, Alysha spread her legs a little wider; the hem of her green and black plaid skirt was almost up to her waist. Danielle lifted a leg up, and rested the knee on Alysha's left side, then she repeated with the other, straddling her student. Alysha couldn't help herself. She took a quick lick of the saliva-soaked nipple. 
"My turn, I said." Danielle playfully stated as she reached out to take her students breasts in her hands again. 

"Squeeze mine hard, please. I need it so bad."
"No problems, there," and she did as she was asked. The flesh was so firm, that it didn't even filter through the spaces in between her fingers. Damn this girl is horny, she thought. The older woman used her thumbs to roll Alysha's nips around. Soft gasps, and quick breathing escaped Alysha's partially open mouth. Danielle lowered her head and sucked hard on her students protruding baby-feeders. 

"Bite them, bitch! Bite em!" Alysha did't know what came over her, and instantly she was sorry she called her teacher (lover?) a bitch. But Danielle just wormed her tongue around, and bit down hard. Every time she closed her teeth on the hard flesh, Alysha cooed, "Ooooh...Ooooh..." The feeling of her teacher's nylons rubbing against her outer thighs was also driving her crazy.

Danielle let the young girl's nipple fall out of her mouth as she drew back up. She looked into Alysha's glossy eyes, and said with a grin on her lips, "Foreplay is over, my dear. It's time to get down to business." 

She rose up, and off the couch. The way she was standing in front of Alysha--her legs half-open, her huge jugs with their nipple-eyes staring at her, the high-heels, and the skirt that came up just above her knees--drove her to sink her hands into her lap, and started rubbing through her panties. 
"Oh no you don't. Your not getting off that easy." Danielle shook her head. When Alysha lifted her hands out of her lap, Danielle got a good look between her student's legs.
"My, dear, don't you shave? I thought these days, all young girls did."
"I just never thought about it. Why, are you? Is it better?" Alysha was trying to picture her teacher's naked, bare cunt.
"Yes I am. And it's soooo much better. But that's okay, sweety. I have a bathroom over there, and I could clean that garden right up for you if you want."
"I want."