Fuck it! Feel her breasts...

Fuck the consequences, you remind yourself. It's only school, who cares?

Your face rests on her neck, so close to her gently heaving breasts.
As she hugs you and rubs your back sympathetically you slip both hands from your desk and raise them stealthily up before the swell of her blouse.

As she coo's softly to you you close your hand softly down over her breasts. The fabric of her blouse fills your hands and is pressed against the warm, firm flesh of her breasts. Her bra is thick, clasping her breasts snugly under her blouse and yuo can't feel her nipples yet. You cup her CC breasts in yoru hands and press them up slightly.

"OH!" Mrs. Moffat gasps and jumps back..pulling away from you in her chair. You keep your hands on her breasts and begin to rub your thumbs against her gently.

"John...?" Your teacher mutters in shock. She sits there dumbly, her eyes wide in surprise.

You drop your eyes to her breasts as they sit warmly in the palms of your hands. You feel yourself getting harder as you look down her blouse. The pale, creamy skin of the tops of her breasts press together under her bra as you cup them. You rub your thumbs lightly back and forth over the crest of her breasts..hoping to feel her nipples through her bra and blouse.

"John.." Mrs. Moffat regains herself a little and murmurs to you. "No.....John...no....what.."

She moves back in shock even further as you rub her breasts, cupping and suqeezing her warm mounds of flesh. She recoils until her body is pressed against her chair's back. You hold her breasts, rubbing and massaging your palms around the now sharply rising and falling globes.
Mrs. Moffat is breathing sharp, quick breaths and looking scared.

"No John". she begs you. "Stop." she presses her hands against your chest, struggling to push you away.

Your teacher screws her eyes shut tightly and whimpers as you keep your hands pressed to her young breasts. As you rub your thimbs back and forth you are surprised to feel the swelling hardness of her nipples pressing against them, through her clothes. Her hard little nipples stiffen and push against your thumb tips and you begin tracing light circles around them as you massage her firm flesh with your hands.

Her struggles to push you away weaken and she sobs softly, murmurring "no..no..."

You keep cupping and squeezing her breasts together, leaning closer in your chair and stroking her nipples lightly through her blouse. Her nipples are stiff and springy under your thumbs and as you lean closer you see a red flush clearly spreading over her pale skin above the collar of her blouse.

You are so hard and hot right now, but you don;t know how far you can push her.