A molesting teacher

After breakfast you all went to your assigned classrooms. You entered it and greeted Ms. Banks, who was, like the last two days, wearing a tight skirt, a half-buttoned blouse showing her big round breasts, black stockings, high heels (this time matching the color of her skirt), and a set of earrings and matching necklace. Once more she looked quite sexy, if it wasn't for her being a former man.

"Good morning, Alex." She greeted you friendly and turned towards you. At first she looked a little surprised, then she put on a big smile. "I see you have been at Dr. Summers again." She stood up from her desk and started walking towards you. "Quite early considering you are here just for a few days."

"Well, I have my reasons." You tried to talk your way out of it.

"And then you got yourself a pair of breasts. Quite the bold move." She was now standing right before you, her eyes resting on your chest. "Would you mind showing me?"

"No?" You backed and put your arms around your chest to hide it.

"Oh, come on. I'll even let you see mine." She opened one button of her blouse and pulled the cleavage more open to reveal even more of her breasts.

You backed away even more, but Ms. Banks was getting impatient. She grabbed your arms and tired to **** them off. You tried to fight her, but she was unexpectedly strong. Again and again you tried to get away from her, but couldn't.

Finally she could grab your t-shirt's hem and pulled it up. "Look at that." Ms. Banks sounded joyful as she saw your exposed one of your breasts. With that you gave up fighting. "Such cute breasts, and no bra." She put one hand on your breast and gave it a squeeze, which felt quite uncomfortable due to the already stretchy skin. "And nothing but implants. Nice choice." She finally let go of your t-shirt.

But instead of being satisfied with it, she grabbed your hand, shoved it into her cleavage and pressed it against her own breast. "Mine had grown into small B-cups until I got my implants. Now they are a nice G-cup." You heavily blushed as she **** your hand to squeeze her breast. "Mhh, feeling good, right?" She let out a light moan. "I love it when my tits get played with, especially by a boy with his own tits." You could feel her nipple hardening.

You felt grossed by it, but it was topped by her free hand reaching for your chest. As you felt her giving it a squeeze, you gathered all your strength and finally pulled away. Once more you put your arms over your chest to protect it.

Disappointed Ms. Banks looked at you. Then the bell rang, signaling the start of classes. "Seems like we had to pause our fun anyway." She buttoned up her blouse and adjusted her bust as the first students entered the room. "But we still have a lot of chances to have our fun."