arly Simpson, fourteen, sat in geometry class staring absent mindedly at her teacher's tits.
Ms. Trendle was young for a teacher, only in her late twenties, Carly guessed, and there was no doubt that she was the faculty's sexiest member. Deep auburn hair down to her shoulders, full pouting lips, flashing eyes behind sexy-librarian glasses. And those tits! Ms. Trendle's breasts were the stuff of legend; large, round, impossibly firm and bouncy. There was endless speculation amongst students and teachers alike as to whether they were real or not. Carly didn't really care, she just wanted to suck them.
Carly's legs had spread open slowly as class progressed. In one hand she held her pencil, and she idly chewed the end of it, running her wet lips and pink tongue over the eraser lightly, in small quick movements she was barely conscious of. Her other hand had by now slipped to her lap, and she used her index finger to tap her clit gently through her white cotton panties. She was lost in a daydream in which the eraser was Ms. Trendle's nipple, and the finger flicking her clit was the teacher's tongue. She moaned very quietly in her reverie.
"Psst! Carly!" Marianne Dobson tried to get her friend's attention. She knew what Carly was thinking - they had often shared their fantasies about the buxom math teacher with each other - but Marianne was starting to worry that Carly might get caught. In social studies, their desks were close enough that they could play touchy-feely games under their skirts, but in math they were separated by an aisle. "Carly! Cut it out!" But it was no good, Carly was deep in her reverie. At a loss for anything other ideas, Marianne wadded up a piece of notepaper, and threw it at her friend.
"Hey!" The paper scored a hit off Carly's right cheek, and startled the teen enough that she snapped out of her daydream. She picked up the wadded ball of paper and sat with a confused expression on her face.
"Is there a problem, Carly?" Ms. Trendle's voice was stern, and she fixed the young student with a flinty gaze.
"Uh, I don't ... I mean... this isn't ..."
"Alright, Ms. Simpson, perhaps you can explain it to me after class. I'll see you here at three o'clock."
"But I ... " Carly began, still not understanding what had happened.
"No buts, Ms. Simpson. Now, if we can return to our lessons..."
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"Carly, I am so sorry." Marianne Dobson felt terrible. "I just didn't want you to get caught."
"Caught what? I wasn't doing anything." The two young girls were in the stairwell at the far end of the school. Technically, they shouldn't be there while classes were on, but they both had a free period and there was hardly any traffic at this end of campus. The stairwell had become sort of a special hang out for them.
"Are you kidding? If I hadn't thrown that paperball, you would have had your heels up on your desk and three fingers in your snatch in no time. You were practically drooling watching Ms. Trendle."
"Oh God, was I that obvious? She is so fucking hot."
"I know it. And now she's mad at you."
"Maybe she'll spank me." Carly began to smile a bit. "You know, 'Ms. Simpson, you've been a naughty, naughty girl.."
"Carly, you're going to be in trouble. Paperballs in class is one thing, but if she knew you were playing with yourself in her class, she'll probably suspend you."
"I don't know, I think I've seen her checking me out a couple of times. I've told you about that. I think she might be a secret dyke. Maybe she wants me after class 'cause she, you know, wants me."
"Well, who wouldn't babe." Marianne made a playful grab at her friend, running her hand up a svelte thigh.
"Hmm .. come get me cutie." Carly flipped her skirt up, exposing her still damp panties to Marianne. "C'mon, right here in the stairwell. I dare you."
"Carly, you're crazy. We'll get caught for sure."
"By who? Everyone's either in class or off campus by this time. C'mon..." she peeled the gusset of her panties to one side, exposing her perfect little pussy, "I double dare you."
Giggling at the wickedness of the situation, Marianne knelt down in front of Carly. Placing her hands on her friends thighs, she leaned forward, and gently flicked the lips of the tight little cunt with her tongue. Carly twitched like she'd been zapped with electricity.
"So, you dare me, huh?" Marianne taunted.
"I double dare you.. uhhhhhhh." Carly's knees buckled a bit when Marianne thrust her face into the teenage snatch suddenly, mashing her friends pussy and running her tongue everywhere. Her hands slipped around Carly's legs and gripped the round perfection of the girl's ass, and she really went to work.
Carly tried not to moan too loud, and tried not to scream. She was in a stairwell in a hallway at her high school in the middle of the day. Anyone could walk through the door at any moment, they could get caught by anyone...
"Oh God, Marianne..." Marianne had jammed two fingers into Carly's pussy, and was sucking on the blonde's clit. Carly grabbed Marianne by the head and pushed her friends face hard into her pussy. "Oh God!" And she came, smearing her juices on Marianne's face and collapsing onto the landing.
"Christ girl, you were ready for that." Marianne laughed. "Watching Ms. T. really got you going."
Smoothing out her skirt, Carly pulled herself together. "I guess so. Makes me wonder what I might be in for this after..."
A loud click stopped her in mid-sentence, as someone opened the door to the stairwell, one floor below them. "Hello? Is there someone in the stairwell? I thought I heard a scream..."
Trying to stifle giggles, the two teenagers scampered up the stairs, and out the other door.
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Three O'Clock finally arrived, and Carly was both excited and afraid. She had a lot of experience with older women, but she really liked Mrs. Trendle, and didn't want the gorgeous woman mad at her. She approached the math room and gently knocked.
"Enter." Ms. Trendle's voice was cool and firm.
Carly slinked into the classroom, staying close to the door. "Uh... I guess I'm here for detention?"
"You guess? Come in and sit down. Oh, and close the door, please."
Carly did as she was told and took her normal seat.
"Do you know why you're here, Carly?" Ms. Trendle stood up from her own desk, and walked around from behind it, smoothing her skirt. She was wearing a tight pencil skirt, and Carly couldn't take her eyes away from the perfectly manicured hands rubbing the sleek thighs through the fabric...
"Carly?"
"Uh, yes, Ms. Trendle. But the paperball wasn't me! It was thrown by... someone else..."
"It's not the paperball, Carly, and I think you know it. I want you to tell me what you were doing in class today."
"Ms.?"
"I saw you, you know. And it's not the first time, is it? I've seen you before..."
"I don't know what you..."
The young teacher leaned down over her students desk, staring in the eyes. Her full breasts heaved forward, and Carly could see a lot of cleavage... A LOT of cleavage... and her tongue got tied...
"But I know, Carly. I know what you were doing. You had your legs just a little too far apart, didn't you? And one hand down under the desk... and you were touching... gently touching... " The teacher's voice dropped low, almost to a whisper, husky and very, very sexy. "What were you touching, Carly?"
"Ms...?"
"Say it Carly. I want you to tell me. You were touching..." So close, now, that Carly could feel the heat of her teacher's breath.
"I was touching..."
"Yes? Say it, girl. You were touching..."
"My... I was touching my..."
"Say it!" A desperate hiss.
"My pussy!"
"Oh, god, yes!" Ms. Trendle leaned the rest of the way in, and planted a forceful kiss on the teen's pouty lips. Carly squealed even as she returned the kiss. She was so excited, and relieved and thrilled all at the same time. She felt the woman's lips part and she slid her tongue into her hot, waiting mouth. Ms. Trendle groaned, a low gutteral sound and reached out to grab Carly by the shoulders, lifting her out of the desk and pulling her into a tight embrace.
"I've seen you watching me. I've been watching you. Someone in the teacher's lounge said there was a rumour about you, and I couldn't stop thinking..." She kissed between words, and at the same time she reached lower on Carly's back, slid a hand under the teenager's skirt and grabbed a taut little buttcheek, kneading the flawless flesh and groaning some more.
"Oh, god, Ms. Trendle, you're so fucking hot. I think about you every day. Can I see them? Please let me see them." As she asked, she reached for her teacher's blouse and began fumbling at the buttons. When the first few were open, Ms. Trendle stepped back and whipped the top over her head, like a pullover. She stood in her tight skirt and bra, which was a lacy, frilly white thing, that was just a little bit transparent over the nipples. Carly gasped in appreciation.
"You want to see them, Carly? I've seen you staring. I wear those tight tops on days when you're in my class, just for you. Do you want to see my...?"
"Yes, please, Ms. Trandle can I see them?" The teen's voice was almost inaudible, a quiet little squeek.
"See what, Carly? You have to say it."
"I want to see your... your... your breasts. Please, can I see your..."
"My what, Carly?" Ms. Trendle's voice had a false note of confusion, as if she didn't understand what the young girl was asking.
"Your breasts, your... I want to see your... your tits! Please show me those gorgeous tits!"
"First, show me yours."
Carly didn't waste anytime. She kicked her shoes off even as she started unbuttoning her uniform blouse. Underneath she had no bra which surprised the older woman. 'Why would her mother let her go out like that?' But that was a question for later. Right now she just drank in the sight of the teenage vixen. Those slender athletic legs, the taut firm ass, those perky, perfect tits... Carly didn't stop with her blouse, she was naked in an instant.
"Come here," the older woman commanded. Carly stepped towards her and Ms. Trendle guided her over to the teacher's desk, and ordered her to sit up on the edge. Ms. Trendle stepped in close, between Carly's open legs, and kissed the young girl again. then she kissed her was down the graceful neck, across one shoulder and along on arm until she was pressing her mouth to the palm of the girl's hand. Carly whimpered with the feeling.
"You're so lovely. So fresh and flawless. Oh, god, girl, what is it about you?" Ms. Trendle muttered to herself as she continued kissing and nibbling all over Carly's small body. The youngster's skin was unmarked, her hair fresh and clean, even her feet smelled good. Eventually she had circled around the perimeters enough and she moved more central, kissing and nuzzling up to one of Carly's boobs.
"You're getting to be a big girl, aren't you Carly?" She flicked her tongue out, not quite touching a nipple.
"Yes, Ms.," the teen arched forward slightly, longing for contact.
"Mmm... those titties of yours look delicious. Shall I taste one?"
"Yes, please, Ms. Trendle!"
"Please what, Carly? You have to..."
But Carly had learned the game. "Suck my tits! Please suck my tits!"
Ms. Trendle did as she was told, grabbing both boobs with her hands and latching her mouth onto first one nipple and the other. She switched back and forth rapidly, sucking, licking, nibbling... until the teen was writhing in her grasp. Deep in passion, Carly reached around unbidden, and began to undo the clasp on her teacher's bra. The garment came loose in her hands and Ms. Trendle straightened up, letting the bra slip down her arms and fall to the floor. And there, mere inches from Carly's face, were Ms. Trendle's tits.
They were real. There was no doubt. And they were so beautiful. Full, firm, round, with perfectly sized pink nipples. Nowhere near as saggy as Carly had thought they might be, being so large. Not as perky as the teen's, of course, but gorgeous all the same. Carly gasped again, nearly overcome with the magnificent sight before her.
"Well?" asked the teacher.
Carly reached out and cupped the tantalizing tits, one huge globe in each little hand. And she kneaded the warm, smooth flesh, and flicked nipples with her thumbs, and she gently caressed, and she squeezed hard, and pinched nipples and finally she leaned in, took one nipple in her mouth and began to work her tongue for all it was worth. Ms. Trendle moaned again, and began to unzip her skirt.
The teacher knelt in front of the teen, discarded skirt and blouse beneath her knees on the cold tile floor. At first, Carly resisted letting go of the massive breasts, but as Ms. Trendle began to spread the girl's knees apart, she lay gently back across the desk. Ms. Trendle leaned down over the exposed pussy, with it's light patch of peach fuzz, and blew gently across it. Carly sighed. "What would you like me to..."
"Just eat my cunt, you slut!" Carly snapped, and shoved the surprised teacher's face into her crotch.
Carly held on like that for a long time, and Ms. Trendle went crazy on her first teenage pussy. She licked, sucked and nibbled along every fold, and eventually used one, two and finally three fingers in the nymph's slot. Carly bucked and writhed her way through two hard orgasms before she finally slid off the desk and into her teacher's arms on the floor. They kissed a long time, until Carly's face was almost as covered in her pussy juice as the face of her companion.
Carly reached down between Ms. Trendle's legs and slid a hand under the woman's panties. "Did you like that, Ms. Trendle? Did you like licking a little girl's pussy? Did you like eating a student's cunt?" Ms. Trendle flushed a little with embarrassment, but she was still very turned on.
"Carly, please..."
"Tell me what you want, Ms. Trendle." She had worked one finger into the woman's dripping snatch. "Tell me what you want this little girl to do." Carly was enjoying turning the tables on her older lover.
"Carly, please...I want you to... I want you to go..."
"You want me to what? To go where?"
"Oh, god, please eat me. Please eat me you little tramp, just eat my cunt!" And she scrambled to get out of her panties, and lay back on the floor legs spread wide.
At that moment, there was a crackling noise and the PA spat out a harsh voice "Ms. Trendle is Carly Simpson in your class? Her mother is in the office looking for her."
Carly smiled. Ms. Trendle said "Oh, fuck."