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The bell rings, signaling the end of another mundane school day. Students eagerly gather their belongings and spill out into the hallways, buzzing with excitement for the weekend ahead. Among them is young Tommy, a lanky 18-year-old with a mischievous glint in his eye and a beating heart full of hormones.
As he meanders through the bustling corridor, lost in thought about the naughty fantasies he plans to indulge online once he gets home, Tommy nearly collides with a statuesque figure in a tight-fitted blouse and pencil skirt. The scent of jasmine and vanilla assaults his nostrils as he looks up to see the stunning visage of his History teacher, the curvaceous Mrs. Judy Johnson. At 38, she could pass for Tommy’s slightly older sister, but her ample bosom, wide hips, and unmistakable MILF glow mark her as a tantalizing vixen among school staff.
“Tommy, so careless!” Mrs. Johnson chides playfully, slapping his shoulder with her manicured fingers. “Didn’t your mother teach you to watch where you’re going?”
Tommy flushes, stammering, “Uh, yeah… I’m so sorry Ms. J. I guess I was just in a world of my own there.” He realizes with embarrassment that his hardening bulge is threatening to tent his ill-fitting khakis.
Mrs. Johnson’s eyes flick down to his crotch and a small smile plays across her glossed lips. “Well, isn’t that the trouble with boys your age? Always thinking about naughty things.” She leans in conspiratorially, her hand brushing against Tommy’s arm as she stage-whispers, “I bet you’d love to be in a world of your own WITH me, wouldn’t you?”
Tommy’s mouth goes dry as he watches, transfixed, as the matronly temptress straightens her skirt, the motion causing her heavy breasts to wobble invitingly beneath the clingy fabric of her blouse. “Ms. J., you’re the hottest teacher in the whole school. I mean…” He trails off, flustered by his own boldness.
Mrs. Johnson’s smile widens as she glances around the emptying hallway. “Well then, why don’t you show me just HOW naughty you can be? Be a good boy and meet me in my classroom after school. And Tommy…” She traces a fingertip along his check, leaving a sticky trail of lipgloss in its wake. “Be prepared to be thoroughly instructed.”
With that, she turns on her stiletto heel and saunters down the hall, her curvaceous rear swaying hypnotically. Tommy stares after her, heart pounding in his ears. What had he gotten himself into? His young mind raced with wicked possibilities as he hurried to collect his belonging from lockers, duffel bags, textbooks, until he could just about barley restrain himself to make it to the after school classroom; wondering the whole time what outfit would Mrs. Johnson be wearing for their rendezvous.
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The tired old classroom clock ticks the painfully slow passage of time as Tommy lingers outside the door. As he shifts nervously from foot to foot, his jeans grow increasingly tighter at the thought of finally getting an intimate lesson from the ethereal educator. The hallway is finally empty now, and every fiber of his being wants to push forward, to finally indulge in the torrid fantasies he’d been harboring about seducing the busty bombshell Mrs. Johnson. But there was a part of him that wanted to run screaming…would he even be able to satisfy a woman with years of experience?
Gathering his resolve, Tommy reaches out to grasp the cold metal handle and tiptoes inside before he can second-guess himself. The room is dim, sunlight once again illuminating Big tits-Teachers cleavage, the massive orbs of her breasts pushing up against the crisp white blouse, the top two buttons left undone revealing her tantalizing cleavage. Mrs. Johnson is lounging on the teacher’s desk, one long leg crossed over the other, swinging the curve of her calf in the air.
“Well well,” she purrs, her eyes roaming appreciatively over his nervous form, “aren’t you a vision of adorably anxious young man?” She taps a red-lacquered fingernail against plush, raspberry-painted lips as she appraises him shrewdly. “What should I call you this afternoon? Tommy? Or is there maybe something…else…you’d like me to call you? A secret name for special times like these?”
She swings her legs around and stands up, the black pencil skirt riding up her ample thighs to reveal a dangerously small amount of lace and garter belt. She sashays towards him, heels clicking, until she’s standing within arm’s reach. “Well, I’ll just have to figure out what you like called you on my own then, won’t I?” She reaches up to unclasp her manicured fingers just below her collarbone, her red blouse falling open with a whisper of fabric, and reveals a lacy bra softly cradling her massive, jiggling breasts and puckered nipples.
Holding Tommy’s enraptured, gaping eyes with a smoldering gaze, Mrs. Johnson cups the heavy globes of her breasts, hefting them like ripe melons. “Mmm, they’ve gotten so heavy and full lately haven’t they?” Her voice is a husky murmur as she rolls and squeezes the supple flesh “I’ve been positively aching for a young, hot-blooded man to ravage this luscious body…to take his pleasure and fill me with his hot seed.” With a shocking movement, she unclasps her skirt, letting it pool around her ankles to reveal that she’s wearing nothing beneath but a matching skimpy thong. “Be a good student for your Teacher and give me what I so desperately need.”
Her breasts spill over the edge of the too-small bra as she shifts, her thong riding up her shapely ass. Tommy swallows hard, his cock pitching a massive tent in his jeans as he drinks in the stunning sight before him. Mrs. Johnson notices his bulge and a sly smile curls her pouty red lips.
