Lets get serious Jean! Play with her Tits

" Do you know what would be nice? If we had a parking space around here somewhere! That would be great! Such a nice lonely parking spot! I'd really like that." I said, and Jean patted my hand and nodded.

"If you'd like that, let's look for one!" she smiled and grinned broadly as she pulled the handbrake. She yelled with enthusiasm and turned the wheel around and I felt the forces pressing me against the window. The sports car whirled around, and I could hear the squealing of the tires. Like a professional driver she shifted through the gears and played with the throttle. The car may have spun around, but it didn't seem for a second that she lost control. The engine roared as she stepped on the accelerator and pushed the car back in the opposite direction. But just when I thought it was going to get better and I wasn't going to be the plaything of the centrifugal forces, she turned the steering wheel around again and pointed the car directly at a small trailer.

"JEAN!" I yelled in panic, because this path didn't necessarily look like it would be suitable for a Lamborghini. However, Jean ignored me completely and as soon as we left the main road she stopped. Right in front of a cliff she finally stopped the car and I could understand why she had chosen this place. You had a wonderful view over the lake and yet it seemed to be a bit hidden. Grinning, she looked at me.

"Well? Finished being afraid?" she laughed, and I wiped the sweat from my brow.

"How did you know there was a place here for the car?"

"Where do you think I always hang out with Scott when we want to be alone? It's not like he and I didn't grow up around here! Let's get out and enjoy the weather! It's much too hot in this car." She said and grabbed the car door as I answered.

"I like it here in the car and I'd like to stay here."

"Oh really? Well, if you're sure you want to stay here, we can do that, of course." she nodded and pulled her hand back and nodded at me.

"Exactly. And now that we are nicely alone... could you do me a little favor Miss Grey?" I asked and as she looked at me waiting I smiled. "Would you be so good as to close your eyes and relax? And take some deep, firm breaths. Take some really deep breaths, will you?"

"It's an odd request, but I don't mind. If that's all." She shrugged her shoulders and closed her eyes. Then she started to take a deep breath and I could see her chest rising and falling. The sight of her big tits was just divine, and I could feel my cock clearly.

" That' s it, Miss Grey. You're doing very well! It's really very sweet of you to do this favor for me. Go ahead. Yes. You're really helping me a lot with my training! I don't know how to thank you for being so willing to help me," I said and had her big tits right in my eye. One more deep breath and they lifted beautifully again.

I waited a few minutes while Jean did nothing but breathe in and out and with each breath she absorbed more of my pheromones. Here in the closed room of the car it was simply impossible for her to escape them.

"Miss Grey... I have another request. A very personal one, but one that's really incredibly important to me and I value very highly."

"What is it, Dean? I would really like to help you!" she said between another breath and I nodded to myself.

"I am still new here and try to trust everybody, especially you, but you said yourself that thoughts can be manipulated and so on. Therefore, I think that a proof of trust would be the right thing to do. And since we both already share a little secret... I thought we would continue," I said and waited for her reaction.

"You mean my bra?" she asked and smiled. „You can't seem to get that out of your head, can you? Remember that! Just because I told you what I wore yesterday doesn't mean anything!" She lifted her finger, admonishing me, but left her eyes closed.

"Of course not! But I'd love it if it wasn't a one-time secret, but something that unites us both. Wouldn't that be great?"

"Mhmm. There's something to that. All right! Why not? He's black!" she said, seemingly soft and calm without the slightest hint of sexuality or shyness. It was just a secret to her, a little game we shared.

"And what material?"

"Oh, come on Dean! Isn't the color enough for you?" sighed Jean annoyed.

"No, Miss Grey. All or nothing! There shouldn't be any secrets between friends" I pondered, and she sighed softly.

"Black latex. I am wearing a black latex push-up bra today!" she said a little annoyed.

"Latex?" I moaned, and Jean hurried to add.

"Not what you think, young man! Scott and I wanted to try something different and new today, unfortunately we were interrupted by something! So, she said sternly.

"But of course, not Miss Grey! "But I think you understand my heart's desire to believe you. But I have only your word so far. Of course, if I had proof, that would be quite different, and I would be able to trust you absolutely! The way the relationship between a student and a teacher should be. You want me to trust you, right?"

I could hear my heart pounding while waiting for a reaction from her. It felt like an eternity had passed before she grabbed her top and pulled it down a few millimeters. More and more of her full, fat, gorgeous breasts came out until finally the beginnings of black latex could be seen. But she didn't go any further, but I was completely out of breath. Her tits were just perfect, and I could already see more than I had ever dreamed of.

"Is that enough proof for you?" she asked, and I felt that she found this deed particularly difficult, or rather that I was close to the limit of what I could bring her to. I reached between my legs and straightened my tail a little, which was already hard as a rock in my trousers.

"Absolutely Miss Grey. You can't imagine how happy it makes me that you trust me so much! And how happy I am that you shared this secret with me alone without ever telling anyone. But what does it look like? Isn't it possible that someone could read it in your mind? Wouldn't it be better to hide it from others? I would be sad if someone else found out. And so, would you, right?"

"Well... I won't deny that I like it. I've never kept a secret from Scott or the professor! Besides, it would be interesting to know if the professor found something I was trying to hide from him. you know what? I'm just gonna go for it! See how it works." she said, and my eyes locked on those sinful lips.

"This will remain our secret! Just like the kiss between us!"

She laughed amused and nodded. "As if it were a real kiss!"

"You are right, Miss Grey. If only we could call a real kiss our secret. I quite agree.

Jean put on her most beautiful smile, and even though her eyes were still closed, and her breath was still deep and firm. By now she must have received a full dose of the pheromones. Half of that was enough to get Vanessa Willis to give me my first blowjob in the changing room. I certainly hadn't been a saint, and, in my defense, I hadn't known about my gift at the time, but here I was sitting here for the first time trying to get a woman to fall in love with me!

"Miss Grey! When you look at me, what do you see? I mean... to be honest?"

Jean turned his head towards me and opened his eyes. She looked at me questioningly. "What do you mean by asking the question, Dean?"

"Well... I mean... do I look OK? Or am I more normal? You are a woman with... experience, so what the world is about!" I stammered and suddenly I was incredibly nervous, despite all the power, all the control I had over you! It wasn't the tactile thing that I didn't trust my abilities anymore, but rather that I was still fighting with myself.

"Oh, you mean that! Don't worry, Dean. It's perfectly normal at your age. Especially considering your situation. You led an outsider's life in school, and even though you could have easily been the most popular. Although, I must admit, I don't really get it. You, like many other mutants, are in excellent physical shape! Besides, I don't think you're an ugly man, if you know what I mean. I'm sure you'll get along very differently here at school than at your old school."

"Thank you, Miss Grey. But, um...

"Dean! Something's bothering you! Please, Dean! If I can help you in any way... You're safe here, and we all just want to help you! So please. "Trust me as I trust you," she said to me softly and almost motherly. She gently stroked my cheek and looked at me in a way that drove me crazy.

"Then... please... kiss me! Right!... like... well, you know!"

"Dean! Why didn't you say so earlier?" she smiled and leaned over to me. Her right hand stroked along my neckline until it reached my neck and pulled my head towards hers. And then it happened. Our lips pressed together, and her tongue gently entered my mouth. The initial gentle kiss quickly turned into a wild, hot French kiss. Even though the sports car was awesome, it was just hardly built for a hot French kiss. While she pressed me against herself with gentle ****, I couldn't help putting my own hand on her knees. But that broke the spell and she released herself from my lips and put her hand gently on mine to take it from her knee.

"Dean! This goes a little too far, don't you think?" she smiled a little out of breath.

I, on the other hand, could no longer hold myself back. I didn't care anymore! I wanted Jean! I wanted her all to myself.

"No! I don't think so. I want to know what your tits feel like!"

"Dean Wayne! What the fuck are you talking about? You can't do that! What makes you think I'd let one of my students talk to me like that, or as a married woman, let someone else touch my breasts?" she said sternly as I looked at her.

"No! This is not going too far and I'm a teenager! That's the way I talk and that's good! I beg you! Let me touch your tits. Please."

"All right. Just for a moment. Jesus. I don't know why I'm allowing you to do this!" she sighed but took her hand back on mine to pull it onto her chest. Without thinking about it I grabbed it. I hadn't had much sexual experience yet, but I hadn't been a saint either, but nothing, not even life in the most sinful hell could have prepared me for tits like these. They felt incredibly horny. I couldn't stop massaging her breasts and feeling how her soft flesh felt under my hand. But that was not all. Even though she tried not to let it show, I could feel her body reacting.

"Heavens! That feels so good! I can't tell you how good it feels! Kiss me! Kiss me while I massage your breast" I moaned and immediately she bent down to me again and while I let my hand wander greedily over her breast we kissed greedily and hot. I could feel her French kiss becoming more and more passionate while under my hand her nipple became hard.

"Since... when do you say breasts?" she moaned between two hot kisses.

"What else should I call them?" I grinned and pressed hard, making her moan.

"Dean, why don't you call them tits or boobs or... Hmmm, you're a teenager. I know what you think!" she moaned and kissed me greedily while I kneaded her other breast.

"I'd love that! I love it when women talk dirty and filthy!" I moaned in her ear and she breathed back.

"Then grab it! You wanted to have my big fat titties in your hand! Now massage them while we kiss! You never know if I'll let you play with my boobs again! mhm... yeah... you like that better? You like kissing me while holding the big tits of a married woman? Can you feel how hard my nipples are already?" she suddenly teased me and finished me off. It took a long time during which we both did nothing but kiss greedily and I massaged her tits.

"Dean... we... should stop!" she moaned between the hot kisses as if from nowhere.

"Maybe you're right! We should stop... but this will be our secret!" I said as I pulled a finger under her top and she nodded, breathing heavily, and looked down. She watched as my index finger got caught in her top and pulled it down.

"What are you doing, Dean?" she breathed.

"Something you're gonna love!" I said, pulling her top down until the latex was exposed. Through the black latex I could see her hard nipple clearly. Her breasts rose and fell faster and faster as she looked at my finger, which was now circling around her nipple.

"That... feels really good though! Go ahead! I... have to get back to the property now," she said, breathing heavily as I took her nipple between my index finger and thumb and squeezed it together. "OHHHH! That feels... REALLY good!" she moaned as she put it in reverse and drove back on the road.