“You look like you just walked off a red carpet,” I murmur.
“I hope it makes up for us being late,” says Julie.
“Oh, it does.” Sofia steps beside me and she is obviously admiring Daphne’s curves in that gorgeous dress. She takes the older woman’s hands. “Come on. I’ll show you the rooms. I can already guess which one mom is going to want to use.”
“The classroom,” I say.
It features the teacher’s desk, a row of student desks, all the decoration you would expect in a high school classroom, and a conveniently-placed bed for when the roleplaying stops and the real action starts. I’ve never actually used the room, but Sofia used it last week with Victoria and her description of that action left an indelible impression on my mind.
“Sounds like fun,” says Julie. “Oh, wow, this place is amazing.”
“Yeah, Vince is a perverted prick, but I have to love him for letting us use this place on Sundays.”
I follow her into the lounge, admiring the way her skirt bounces up to reveal the firm shape of her ass in her white panties. I gather my bag from the bar and give Julie a short tour of all the themed bedrooms that aren’t occupied. Julie says “Wow!” a lot during the tour, but she seems impatient to get to the action. That suits me just fine. Watching her in Daphne’s cheerleader outfit is driving me crazy.
“Enough with the tour,” I say as we pass by the gym in the basement. “Let’s head back upstairs, young lady. I don’t want you to be late to class.”
“Ohhhhh, I’m sorry, Mrs. Brody,” she giggles, falling into the role of the ditzy cheerleader a bit too easily. “I had to stay up real late practicing all my routines. I can show you my moves if you want.”
She puts her pompoms on her hips and looks at me expectantly.
“Up the stairs,” I say sternly.
Following her up, I get an even better view of her long legs and the roundness of her teenage bottom. Those red knee socks are something I had forgotten about and now, watching Julie climb those stairs, I can remember peeling those socks off and sucking on Daphne’s dainty toes while she played with her pussy. There are a thousand moments, just as perverse and intense as that one, that I want to recreate with Daphne’s lookalike daughter.
I open the door to the classroom and Julie gives me another, “Wooowwwww.” She shakes her pompoms with excitement and bounces up and down on the toes of her shoes. I spot a pair of prop eyeglasses folded on the desk. I put them on and give Julie my best “disappointed teacher” expression.
“You missed the entire class,” I say.
“I’m sorrrrry, Mrs. Brody,” she pleads, falling back into the character. “Please, let me show you my cheer.”
I lean back on the desk and motion for her to go ahead. Julie pushes the student desks out of the way a little and begins her cheer.
“W-E-T, that’s what I’m gonna be,” she begins, deftly jumping and turning to show off her immaculate white panties. “For Y-O-U, whatever you want to do. I’ll lick ‘em, suck ‘em, and ride ‘em to the end. Now stop their drive and defend, defend, DEFEND!”
She ends with a leaping kick and lands into the splits. I wince at the flexibility on display, but if it bothers Julie, she’s not showing it. She looks up at me, still shaking her pompoms.
“A bit raunchy, but very good,” I say. “Good enough that I might have let you slide if you had been a little late, but the period is over, Julie. There was a pop quiz today and I am not offering a makeup. Not even for the head cheerleader.”
“But Mrs. Brody,” she whines, “If I fail your class I’ll be kicked off the squad. My boyfriend is the captain of the football team!”
“I’m sorry, young lady. It’s just not possible to make an exception for you.”
She crawls on her pompoms and knees over to where I am leaning against the desk. I watch her without moving as she grabs my leg and climbs me into a kneeling position. The pompoms are scratchy even through the summer dress I am wearing.
“Pllllease, Mrs. Brody,” she begs. “You have to give me another chance. I’ll do anything.”
Even if she’s just playing her role of distraught cheerleader, I can’t look into those beautiful blue eyes without feeling sympathy. Of course, feeling sympathy doesn’t mean I am above taking advantage of Julie.
“Stand up,” I snap.
I watch her rise slowly. She keeps her gaze down at her feet. If it weren’t for the high heels I am wearing, I think Julie would be an inch or so taller than me. I lift her chin and force her to look into my eyes.
“I might be able to make an exception,” I whisper. “Provided you are willing to do a little makeup work this afternoon.”
“Of course!” she says, reacting with convincing delight. “I’ll do whatever work you wa—“
I’ve had enough with teasing around the point. I grab her cheeks with my hand beneath her chin and I pull her roughly into a kiss. Our noses bump and our lips collide. She laughs and I double down, opening her lips with mine and thrusting my tongue into the hot, minty-sweet confines of her mouth. She tries to pull away, but I hold her fast, using a hand to pull her body against mine until she can feel the sensual softness of my body and I can feel the youthful athleticism of hers. My hand slides down her back and over the pleats of her skirt. I reach beneath it and squeeze the firm roundness of her ass in the cotton of her panties.
“Mmmmm!” She finally turns her lips away from me. “Mrs. Brody, what are you doing?!”
“Don’t act like you don’t want this, Julie,” I scold. “You’ve been making eyes at me all semester. Bending over to flash your little ass at me. Fluttering your lashes. Leaning over to ask me questions when you know I can see right down your shirt. You’re incorrigible, young lady.”
“B-but this is totally inappropriate! I’m a student and you’re a teacher. You can’t use your position to take advantage of me.”
“Watch me,” I say, grabbing a handful of her sweater and pulling her back into the kiss. This time, there’s no resistance. She opens up to me eagerly and our tongues tangle together in a hot octopus of mutual lust. As we are kissing like long-lost lovers, I slip one hand beneath her sweater, up the warm firmness of her abdomen and to the softness of one lace-wrapped breast. I worm my fingers under the cup of her bra and feel that teenage pertness in my hand, warm and soft, her nipples hard by contrast.
“Ohhhh, Mrs. Brody,” she gasps against my lips. “W-we shouldn’t be doing this here…”
“Sshhhhhhh,” I hiss and nibble at her lip. “No one will catch us. I locked the door when we came in.”
I turn with her in my arms and help her slide her butt onto the teacher’s desk. I stand between her parted knees and pull her sweater off over her head. Everything is familiar about this, Julie’s smell, her kiss and even the way her hair is pulled up by the sweater as she takes it off. She’s wearing a pink bra underneath, the white triangles of her bikini lines showing above the low-slung cups of pink lace. My urge is to peel the bra beneath her breasts, but I kiss her instead and reach my hand behind her back to unfasten the bra. She watches my hands as I pull the cups away from her breasts and she shrugs her shoulders to let me claim my prize.
“Oh my, those are lovely,” I say, peering over my prop glasses. Julie’s breasts are even more luscious in the bright light of the classroom. I trace them lightly with my fingers before gently gathering them in each hand. I squeeze them and rub my thumbs over the hard buds of her nipples. She lets out a girlish cry of pleasure, quieted as she bites her lip.
“Mrs. Brody….”
“Yes? Does that feel good?”
“Yessssssss,” she hisses as I continue to rub my thumbs back and forth.
I catch and pinch her nipples gently and lean down to her breasts so I can expect the fine bumps of her small areolas and the dimpled tips of each nipple. My fingers trace the milky meridian of her bikini lines, where the pale plumpness of each mound disappears into the gold of her sun-bronzed skin. I press my lips aga
inst her breasts. I kiss her, slowly making my way to one nipple, parting my lips and not licking her nipple or sucking it, only teasing her with the brush of my lips and the warmth of my breath. Julie sighs and rests her hands on my shoulders.
“You’re gorgeous,” I say to her. “But you know that, don’t you? Being a head cheerleader and all.”
She giggles.
“Maayyybe,” she says. “But you’re the one I wanted to notice me, Mrs. Brody.”
Even if it’s part of our roleplay, her words pluck at my desire for her and for her mother. I can no longer tease. I pull her against my face. I kiss her loudly and wetly and ravish her breasts with my hungry tongue. I catch a nipple and suck it so hard between my lips that Julie squeals with surprise. I do not relent. I torture her nipples with suction. I lather them with my tongue and nibble at those rosy buds. Her nipples glisten with my spit. I can feel the heat of lust growing between my legs; a distinct moisture in my underwear.
My sloppy, famished kisses make their way back to Julie’s lips. It’s a wet kiss. It must be pornographic to look at, because it feels like I’m fucking her mouth with mine. My fingers toy with her wet nipples for a moment longer before I can no longer resist her teenage mound. My hand slips beneath her skirt, brushing her toned thighs as I find the waist of her panties. I can feel that luscious heat of her arousal radiating through the cotton. I touch the slight indentation where the fabric clings to the dampness of her pussy. My fingers trace it, pressing her underwear delicately against that teenage flower.
“Ohhhhh, Mrs. Brody,” she moans. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”
I can hide a laugh, since I watched her doing some of this with my very own daughter on the beach, but I lean against her ear and whisper.
“I’ve never done anything like this either. Not with one of my students.” I withdraw my hands from the front of her panties. “Now, turn around slowly and bend over my desk. I want to see that little bottom you’ve been teasing me with for weeks.”
She chews her lower lip, looks up at me with those blue eyes, and slowly nods. I take a step back from her to give her room and to admire the sight of her body. She flutters those long lashes at me as she turns, the skirt rising and then caught by her fingers, pulled up and over her firm, shapely bottom as she leans forward. She looks back at me over her shoulder as she holds the skirt reversed up her slender back.
“Is this what you wanted to see?” she asks and runs one hand over her panty-clad bottom.
“Yes, it is.” I run my hands over her ass, teasing my fingers at the edges of her panties but not slipping my fingers inside. Her cheeks are warm and lower, the peach of her pussy beginning to leak through the soft cotton. Her hot furrow radiates her lust against my fingers. I can feel her tiny bump of her clit when I press a little harder.
“Oooh,” she gasps.
I rub her just enough that she knows the pleasure I can give her. I withdraw my fingers, watching the disappointment flash on her face before I suddenly and roughly grab the waist of her panties and strip them down her ass. Julie’s pale cheeks are as flawless as the rest of her. Not a hint of fat or cellulite, just a perfect, tone bubble butt that I can imagine flexing as she balances on a surfboard. I gently spread her ass and expose the pink clench of her anus and admire the tufted flower of her pussy. Perfection.
“My, my, are you wet?” I run my hands over her soft groove, feeling the silky fringe of hair and the juices on her folds. “You’ve been enjoying this a little too much, young lady.”
I give her pussy a spank and she yelps. I slap my fingers against her clit, driving shots of shocking pleasure into her body.
“Oh, please, Mrs. Brody, don’t—“
“Don’t call me that,” I snap, tired of hearing my soon-to-be-ex-husband’s surname. “Call me Lindsay.”
“Um, okay, Lindsay,” she says, looking chastened as I give her perky pussy a few more smacks of my fingers.
I reach past Julie and snatch my bag from the desk. I reach inside and pull out a long string of fat rubbery beads with a ring at one end. I hold the blue beads up so that Julie can see them.
“W-what’s that?” asks Julie.
“These are going to go here,” I say, teasing the smallest bead against Julie’s asshole. She shivers at the lightest contact and her little wrinkle clenches tighter. Sofia was right. Julie loves assplay. She can’t hide her big grin from me, even as she tries to slip back into the character of the cheerleader afraid of being punished.
“Noooo,” she moans. “Please don’t put anything in there. I’ve never had anything in there.”
“I don’t believe that,” I say and I press one of the beads a bit more firmly to her pink wrinkle.
“You’ve got to at least use some lube!” she cries.
“Oh, of course, you’re right.” I look into my bag. I see the bottle of lube, but I say, “Oh no, I’ve forgotten mine, Julie. I guess I’ll just have to do it the old-fashioned way.”
I set the beads on the desk beside her and crouch down behind Julie’s shapely backside.
“W-what are you doing?”
“Oh, I think you’ll enjoy this,” I say, spreading her cheeks with my fingers and leaning a little closer. “I’m going to lick your little teenage asshole.”
I press my tongue flat against her hot hole and run it, slow and wet, around her flexing divot.
“Ohhhhhhh fuck,” she groans. “Lindsay… that feels…”
“I thought you’d like that,” I laugh into her crack. “Just relax, baby. I’m going to take my time with your ass.”
I trace slow circles around Julie’s clenching hole. I press my face into her ass and drill my tongue into that naughty passage. She opens to my tongue and I press deeper, moaning with lust as I devour her teen ass. She is fresh and sweet and I can smell her pussy’s arousal growing as I lap at her ass. I begin to run my fingers over her clit, squeezing her folds and massaging that aroused pebble as my tongue screws in and out of her clenching hole.
“Oh my god, ohhhh god,” moans Julie.
My spit soaks the pink of Julie’s asshole and oozes down over her pussy. It’s sloppy and raunchy and her firm, pale cheeks invite my hands to redden them with a few smacks. I give her hole a final lick and reach for the beads beside her on the desk. The smallest bead slips in with a little push and a soft moan from the teen. I kiss the curve of her ass as I work the second bead, much larger than the first, into her ass.
She moans and squirms against me. I give her rim another lick as the third bead slides in and then a little more pushing for the fourth, which is nearly as large as a golf ball. The fifth and final bead is slightly smaller than that, but still requires a little effort to push into the teen’s tight ass, completely filling her. Her pucker clenches behind the final bead and only the rubber ring of the string of beads remains sticking out from Julie’s hole.
“What a good girl,” I say, stroking her bottom and running a hand between her thighs to play with her pussy. “You like that, don’t you? My sweet cheerleader loves her tight little ass filled.”
“Y-yes,” she gasps, rocking her hips to fuck against my fingers. “Oh, yes, Mrs. Lindsay. Yes. Fuck me with your fingers, pleeeease.”
“I’ll do better than that,” I say, and lower my mouth to her pussy and begin to hungrily lick and suck at her teenage folds.
“Ohhhh, yes!” she wails, fucking against my face. “Yesssss!”
I punish her clit with furious licks and loud, lewd sucks at her delicate folds. Her juices fill my mouth. As she fucks my tongue and rides against my open mouth, I reach up and lace my index finger through the ring of the anal beads. As I drive her to the brink of her orgasm, I begin to pull. That first big beads stretches her clenched asshole. She resists for a few seconds as I suck at her clit. I pull a little harder and the fat rubber bead pops out of her ass.
Julie begins to cum from right there. It’s obvious by the way her ass rhythmically clenches against the string of the bead
s and by the weird, deep moaning sound she makes. I furiously lick her tongue and give the beads another tug, popping the biggest bead free and trigger another wave of orgasms. I finish her off this way, punishing her with the beads and my tongue until her longs legs are shaking and she is leaning all her weight on the desk to keep from falling over.
“Godddd that was so good,” she pants.
I give the ring a last tug and the final beads slips easily free of her ass. I set the beads aside and quickly screw a jeweled butt plug into her asshole. It’s not the biggest in my collection, but it’s big and it takes a little more spit lube to work it into her ass. Julie submissively leaves her ass raised as I plunge the plug to its hilt in her teenage hole. The scarlet jewel remains visible nestled between her pale cheeks.
“That’s a souvenier,” I say, rising behind her. “You can take that home with you to remember me by.”
“I don’t think I would forget you,” she says, slowly pushing up on her hands and then standing up. “But I think I owe you a little something in return.”
“Yes, you do,” I say, and give her a long kiss that shares the taste of her pussy. It is a deep kiss, but not overbearing. We take our time and I tease her a little by nibbling at her lip.
“I want to see these,” she says, admiring my breasts and reaching out to caress them through my dress.
I slip the strap of the summer dress form my shoulders and pull the dress beneath my bra. Her awestruck reaction is gratifying. She squeezes and caresses them both through the bra and kisses the soft mounds. She can’t resist them and pries one cup beneath a nipple. Her tongue traces hot circles around my areola. Her mouth closes on my fat nipple and she sucks me as I work the summer dress down from my waist and step out of it.
As Julie licks and sucks on my nipple, I reach back and unfasten my bra. She pulls the cups away and immediately returns to fondling, kissing, licking, and sucking my breasts.
“God, I wish I had tits this big,” she moans. “They’re amazing.”
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