Student-Teacher Interaction
(m+/F, reluc, size)by Kysa Braswell
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Miss Kysa Braswell worked hard for five years in college to earn her bachelor's degree along with all the additional work and testing it took to earn her teaching certificate. Taking a job in the small town Duffy's Corner, New Brunswick, she loved the town and wanted to get to know its residents.
As a math teacher, she spent much of her time after lectures in individual tutoring. Miss Braswell, who was only a petite 5'1 and weighed only 103-lbs., would spend a good deal of her time leaning or kneeling over a student's desk to teach them algebra, geometry, or trigonometry. This normally wouldn't be a problem, but the boys loved Miss Braswell and craved her attention. So when she came to their desks, they pleaded ignorance and begged for her assistance in learning. Perhaps the reason was not so much that she was such a crack teacher as she was stacked with 32DD-cup breasts which arrived in class a minute before she did! Whenever she leaned over a student's desk, her immense cleavage spilled downward past her elbows, framing itself for the student's eyes.
In the third game of the season, the hockey team had to play a game at another school's home ice, Miss Braswell was the only teacher available to supervise their trip on the bus, the coach would be taking his own car with the equipment and there were no other teachers available with the entire day free. This boys on the team were ecstatic with the news and they wondered whom she would end up sitting next to on the bus. School policy for bus trips was that the teacher in charge would sit up front near the driver so she could watch the entire bus of students in the large mirror.
The long drive to the school's team they were playing, which was at Bonaventure, was ordinarily talkative and uneventful; Miss Braswell held herself in a proper manner resembling Mary Poppins more than herself. The boys ached for a look at those huge pendulous breasts of hers because with every bump, hole, or wave in the road, her breasts swayed or bounced to the poor suspension of the bus. Thus, only the boys up front within the first two rolls could study her breasts in the large mirror to note every curve and liquid jiggle to them. She seemed so out of place, and when they stopped for gas, her soft voice exclaimed, "Boys, be back on the bus in fifteen minutes or we'll leave you, understand?" as if asking them permission. They filed past her, each boy enjoying her company, hoping to receive an extended glance. However, Michael the team captain who was sitting next to her gave a sly grin, "Miss Braswell, how about a good luck kiss?" pointing to his cheek.
Miss Braswell smiled and said, "Michael, you naughty boy!" and actually pecked him on the cheek without thought of the consequences. Student-teacher contact was strictly forbidden in school policy, no matter who initiates it. But as she patted him on the shoulder to move along, Michael grabbed her shoulders and planted a long passionate kiss on her lips. Miss Braswell's lips parted in surprise only to find his tongue probing inside her mouth deepening the intimacy. The few boys left on the bus behind Michael yelled their approbation and started piling out of the bus behind the triumphant Michael, while the stunned Miss Braswell tried to find her feet and follow the loud rabble into the gas station.
The team arrived at the outdoor rink and played very well, winning the game on a last minute shot by Andre, who was celebrated by the others at the end. Despite not knowing any of the rules of the game of hockey, Miss Braswell cheered the boys enthusiastically, and in the back of her mind, she hoped the incident on the bus back at the gas station had already been forgotten. The team was triumphant and proudly made their way back onto the bus after showering and changing. The bus was filled with loud rancorous yelling and cheering as it wound its way back to the school on the six-hour drive back to Duffy's Corner. Miss Braswell, unable to quiet the boys so the driver could concentrate on the snowy road, moved to the back of the bus to settle them down.
"BOYS! BOYS! SSSHHHHH! QUIET NOW!" she yelled, out of character with her petite stature next to the muscular and stout boys. The team quieted temporarily, only to join in again and become progressively louder. But things grew quiet when Andre asked her a dreaded and unexpected question.
"So Miss Braswell, did you enjoy smooching ol' Michael? And can I have a kiss like that, too?"
She put her finger to her lips and pursed them, indicating that Andre be quiet and not mention it anymore. But in truth, Andre was setting her up. Michael was directly behind her, and standing up, he leaned forward, grabbed two handfuls of her massive breasts and kissed her again, this time very quickly.
"Michael really, its completely improper for you to kiss me like that!" she exclaimed indignantly smoothing her dress down over her lap. "Don't you ever do that again, young man!"
"Kiss you? Miss Braswell, you were kissing me! All the guys here saw it, right guys?" Michael asked turning to the guy's around him. To Miss Braswell's horror they all nodded and agreed as she sat shaking her head.
"No, no, no! You definitely kissed me Michael and as nice as it was it better not ever happen again, is that understood?" she replied in a shaky, but serious voice, a little taken back by the rising pride she felt inside from teenager's sexual advances.
Michael leaned forward taking Miss Braswell's chin in his hand and kissed her lightly on her lips, "Miss Braswell, you needn't be so defensive, no one here is going to report you for having a little fun, unless of course you are going to report yourself, you see you have already kissed me inappropriately twice and there were witnesses," he advised her softly, his lips grazing her ear as he whispered.
Miss Braswell's eyes widened as Michael grabbed her huge boob and kissed her again. She responded with a shocked look on her face her mouth opening again for the intrusive tongue that sought out her tongue. Michael pressed her back against the seat of the bus, his hand sliding over both her jutting breasts, cupping them and unbuttoning her blouse, slipping his hand inside her thick underwire bra to play with her fat nipples until they were puffy with excitement, then traveling down to raise the skirt of her dress. As Caleb's hand met the soft smooth skin of Miss Braswell's inner thigh her eyes fluttered shut and a soft moan emitted from deep within her throat.
"Michael, stop it! Please don't do this, it's not right. The others will tell and I'll lose my job." she muttered between kisses her hands clasping the muscular bicep of the arm that was steadily moving it's way up her leg. Michael looked at the flushed beautiful face of his teacher, her eyes shining with desire as she tried to catch her breath.
"I promise you won't regret it Miss Braswell, no one will ever find out." That comment would be portentous. His hand slid beneath the moist band of her panties and his fingers slid past the small but thick bush on her pubis, delving between the slippery lips of her pussy.
"Ohgodyes!" Miss Braswell gasped quietly into his mouth, kissing him again. One of his legs slid between hers to hold them open as he moved two fingers in and out of her cunt, his other hand sliding around her waist to hold her to him. Moans and panting was all the others could hear for a while as they watched their team captain sexually molest the tiny Math teacher.
Then Michael was between Miss Braswell's legs, her skirts lifted up around her waist and he was pulling at her panties. They were ripped off without too much trouble, her legs kicking and her hips bucking as her hands grasped at his strong biceps, the sound of a zipper could be heard and more struggling as Michael positioned himself. But what came next completely surprised Miss Braswell. Michael pulled and pulled and kept pulling on what god only knew, but it was his cock! Michael slowly extracted a monstrous prick from his pants and from his standing position, it slapped wetly onto her thighs, dripping with precum.
"My god, Michael, what are... ohmygod, it's HUGE! You can't... I'm sorry," Miss Braswell stuttered and struggled with her passions to stop this insane scene from going on. Yet she could not pull her eyes from his enormous prick dangling heavily between his legs, aimed right at her hairy bush.
The other boys grew quiet, attentive to her next decision.
"C'mon, Miss Braswell. You really don't think we shouldn't get a taste of you? Not with the way you tease all of us in math class every day with those big tits of yours? You're a prick-tease and you know it. Now's your chance to prove you're for real. C'mon, just jack me off, Miss Braswell, c'mon, you can do it." Michael held the immense penis nearer to her face. She turned away, but when she opened her eyes, his huge dick was still there, its size overwhelming her common sense. My god, I've never even seen a prick that big, not even in those freaky porn movies, she told herself. She may never have another chance like this. She gulped and noticed his foreskin covered the erect prick, dangling a good half-inch over his cockhead, completely enveloping it. She lightly touched the heavy penis, and a shudder went through her spine from the heat of the shaft. Grasping, slowly, she squeezed, then moved the long shaft up and down twice, noticing the foreskin peeling back over the fat cockhead, making a lewd smacking sound from all the precum collected on it. As she jacked it some more, the precum dripped and slung onto her thighs and fingers, wetting them. My god, she thought, no boy should be hung like this!
"I'd love to have a blowjob or even better, why don't we just spread your little legs and give you a good jump tonight, Miss Braswell?" he asked, but not wanting to know the answer if it was no.
Without saying a word, Miss Braswell raised her skirt up to her waist, pulled both of her huge H-cup breasts out of her bra, leaned back into the bus seat, and spread her thighs, welcoming Caleb's monstrous prick to do its instinctual duty.
Michael wasn't one to waste the opportunity of a lifetime, and quickly positioned himself between her legs. Rubbing his cock up and down her wet slit, he pulled his foreskin back and allowed his copious precum to soak her pussy hair and cuntlips further, dripping precum up and down her slit, preparing her for his entry. A long muffled moan came from Miss Braswell as Michael plunged his hips forward burying his 11-inch cock deep inside her widespread pussy. Miss Braswell gasped, and hugged his neck as if she were going to choke him, but she was actually clawing and scratching him to keep from screaming out in pain, thus alerting the bus driver.
The rest of the team watched Caleb's butt cheeks tense and relax as he pumped the Math teacher's pussy hard and fast, keeping his lips fastened to hers in order to muffle her shocked cries of pleasure. His ass flew up and down on top of the petite teacher in long, deep strokes. The other boys knew Michael was the top cocksman in school, having fucked just about every girl in town at least twice, and even a few of his friends' moms. Miss Braswell, however, was quite different. Not only was she beautiful, she was stacked better than a Playmate, and her body alone drove Caleb's cock wild as he tore into the little woman, banging her cervix hard with his long prick, making sure she would be really sore the rest of the weekend from the brutal fucking.
The fucking only lasted about thirty minutes. Michael took advantage of her immense breasts by sucking on them like a baby, leaving three hickeys on her big tit mounds and chest. 'Leaving his mark' as he always did with any girl either through hickeys or by spanking them really hard, leaving welts and bruises on their asses. It was a mark of honor, not to mention proof, for girls who hooked up with the hung stud athlete. When Michael finally came to rest between Miss Braswell's legs, he lifted his mouth from hers, his cock softening as he pulled it from within her cum-soaked pussy. Miss Braswell sighed as he rolled from her, but before she could compose herself she found another boy pushing his way between her thighs. She tried to push him away but he kissed her hard, bruising her lips as he drove his already rigid shaft into her wet slippery pussy.
Miss Braswell's wondered if the whole team was going to have it's way with her, at the thought her body became rigid and she came, her pussy clamping down on the normal-sized, seven-inch teenaged cock inside her making the poor boy cum before he was ready. He was literally pulled from between her legs when he stopped moving, his cock still pumping spurts of cum everywhere and another boy took his place.
Succumbing to the inevitable, Miss Braswell remained in the sluttish position, legs spread and top buttons unfastened around her exposed breasts as each and every boy in the team took his turn between her thighs. Most lasted only a few minutes, but every one of them poured their seed into her belly, as young boys tended to cum a lot. As a result of the gang fuck, she was a mess of teenaged semen, her cunt struck by wave after wave of orgasm, enjoying the wetness in her womb from all of the cum. The young hockey jocks fucking her thoroughly and continuously, banging her hard like a whore, but mainly to see her huge DD-cup breasts swing and sway. For almost six hours this went on, with many of the boys coming back for sloppy seconds, only letting up when they were just outside the school grounds. When finally Miss Braswell found herself without a pumping cock inside her she opened her eyes to see Michael sitting next to her, he was fastening her buttons and pulling her skirt down over her naked thighs.
"That was the best winning trophy ever Miss Braswell, some of the guys have never even been laid before, you really made their year," he smiled at her as he brushed a stray damp curl from her eyes. Miss Braswell was the last to make her way off the bus with cum dripping down the insides of her thighs, she was a little crumpled and her face was flushed, but she didn't look too much worse for wear. Shaking as she climbed down the steps to solid ground, she was greeted by the bus driver.
"Well Miss you certainly know how to keep a crowd under control, that was the best trip I've ever had with the team when it's won a game. Usually, they go nuts the whole time and give me a big headache." He climbed back on the bus and drove off as Miss Braswell stood watching with a stunned expression on her face, unable to believe he didn't know what was going on. She was expecting his reprisal and reprimand. The bus driver had not realized what had been happening at the back of the bus, the crowd of boys watching her get gang banged must have blocked the driver's view. Besides, she remembered that he was practically sitting on the loud diesel engine of the bus, which made it near impossible to hear anything but a shout next to him.
The parking lot of the school was nearly empty, almost everyone having left for home at least half an hour before. Miss Braswell fumbled in her purse for her keys and practically fell into her car, tossing her purse onto the passenger seat. She sat there for a while, still wearing no panties, she had no idea what had become of them, her pussy and inner thighs coated thickly in slippery cum which had soaked into the skirt of her dress. A tap on the window of her car made her jump, startled to see Michael peering in at her, "Are you alright Miss Braswell?" he inquired loudly through the glass.
"I'm fine thank you Michael, just gathering my thoughts," she replied as she wound down the window.
"I just wanted to thank you again Miss Braswell, you made some dreams come true today, I hope you enjoyed yourself as much as we did," he smiled.
Miss Braswell didn't reply for a moment, she was too busy thinking of Caleb's enormously long and thick young cock and how good it had felt when he shoved it inside her; she could feel her clit buzz at the memory as she played it back in her mind.
"Uh, yes well as long as it stays a team secret, I guess I could honestly say it may not have been exactly what I expected but it was an experience not to be forgotten quickly," she replied trying not to sound too encouraging. "I'm afraid, though, that I'm going to be really sore tomorrow."
A smile came to his lips again, knowing he had heard those same words so many times from girls at school. "You're new here, so you'll get used to it, and I'd love to 'help' you again anytime, just let me know, okay?" he asked. Michael remembered how sweet it had felt sliding into the pretty young Math teacher's hot wet snatch, he also remembered how she moved with hot passion beneath him and moaned as he fucked her. He smiled knowingly and winked at her, "Maybe I could come over and wash your car for you or something Miss Braswell, as a way of saying thank you," he suggested.
Miss Braswell blinked as she realized what he was suggesting, she nodded mutely and there was not much she could do now that the events of the day had come to pass. Michael Moran had her right where he wanted her, and they both knew he could have her any time he wanted. "Sure Michael, maybe sometime, but I have to go now," she tried to smile as she spoke and started the engine of her car.
Michael leaned back as the little car pulled hurriedly out of the parking bay; he smiled to himself as he watched Miss Braswell drive off, then withdrew her panties from his pocket and breathed their scent deeply. He decided he would visit her this weekend probably the day after tomorrow, he wondered how surprised she would be when he turned up early on Sunday morning to clean her car and rode off chuckling to himself.
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The End
© Kysa Braswell
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