Intermission: Part 2

John didn't show up when June had asked both him and Mary to stay after school. Apparently, it didn't matter to him that he had been asked by a teacher, one of the few people responsible for grading his potential for the future, but it certainly mattered to Mary. It was important, even if the teacher had been the exact same one to inappropriately 'involve' herself with Mary and John. Things like the future were important to the cheerleader. She always showed up on time, always dressed properly, at least on the outside, and when required of her, she waited patiently for her 'appointments'... but John never showed up! Neither did June for a good, long while. Before the art teacher eventually walked into the room, the thought that they might have been late because they were together passed through Mary's mind. It was no more than a small moment in time, a single thought fed deviously into her through her own wicked imagination... but it still wreaked havoc across what was left of her attention span. Lucid, vivid images of the two lovers entwined together practically invaded every last function Mary had left after her 'arduous' day.

She could practically see them in her mind, clumsily wrapped around each other while Mary sat on her ass in the middle of an empty classroom. At least, she hoped it was clumsy; knowing the two of them, it had to be. She could hear them in her thoughts, June specifically, screaming out in 'bliss' as John pounded June's cunt like she was still right on top of Mary...

Hell, she could practically feel them like she was the one being pinned to the wall and used too...

Was bliss the right word?

June had looked pretty blissful when John fucked her, so perhaps it was the right word. She remembered how in the past John had been publicly outed for the small size of his cock, but what Mary saw the other day directly contradicted the past. He had looked hung, big enough to at least make the art teacher drool and groan like she had lost her fucking mind for that big, fat c-

Mary visibly jumped when June finally walked in through the classroom door, her banana-yellow sundress swishing in the air around her. As embarrassing as it was to be yanked out of her thoughts like that, the sight of her art teacher without tousled hair or cum on her face made her instinctively breathe easier.

Mary wasn't being made a fool of, and her teacher was trying to be professional after all. It was good news!

The bad news came when John didn't even bother to show up. The two girls tried waiting around for him, sitting silently at their respective desks, but after half an hour of nothing, they eventually gave up. June stood up from her seat with a furrowed look of disappointment on her face, and Mary silently judged the older woman for publicly embracing such an emotion for one of her students. It was just some geek!

"I guess... he won't be coming..." June giggled and smiled at the cheerleader for her poorly placed innuendo, but Mary was having none of it. The look on her teacher's face was more than enough to confirm her suspicions about what they had been held after school for. It was more than enough to draw an angry, little huff out of the secretive submissive, and with a glare, she launched to her feet and began packing her things.

That may have been the first mistake. Upon quickly pushing up from her seat, Mary nearly tripped over nothing as she felt the large, knobby butt plug stuffed up her ass suddenly rock and slide against the stretched, battered walls of her rectum. She stumbled a bit, and her breath caught in her throat while her whole body struggled to find her balance again, but thankfully, she didn't fall. Her cheeks flushed with color, she repressed the urge to gasp, and over the next couple of seconds, she tried to discreetly turn back to her belongings while her ass spasmed and clenched erratically on the purple bulb she had hidden away.

It had to be bigger. It felt bigger. Had it grown inside her?

"Darling, you don't have to go," her teacher said, and Mary scoffed, quickly hiding her face behind a curtain of her own dark brown locks. The blonde highlights in her hair danced in her vision as she struggled to compose herself and leaned against the nearby desk. Toys were dangerous. She certainly wasn't going to be staying around. A couple of hours with that thing inside of her was already too much for her to handle; if she stayed around, she would have been caught. She was barely maintaining her silence already. It was too distracting for her to even consider that, and it proved to stay constantly distracting when it kept her from hearing things like when her teachers asked her a question or when her friends tried to start up a conversation with her...

...or the exact moment when June chose to stand up from her desk and cross the room in her high heels.

She didn't even realize that the other woman was standing next to her until June chose to reach out and run one of her hands over Mary's pert, round rump and grab onto the round bulge sticking out of the back of her pants. It was subtle, unless you knew what you were looking for, but the outline of the plug's base was barely visible between her cheeks. It wasn't hidden with any kind of skill or finesse like Mary's shibari stunt had been, because it was new. It was fresh and big enough to catch on Mary's puckered little ring when June finally yanked on it.

It was the first butt plug Mary had bought.

"Oh~!" The cheerleader squeaked, and after a sobering moment, she swatted the offending hand away. Her butt rhythmically clenched and gradually pulled the toy all the way back in, forcing a thin line of her own nectar to shoot down one of her thighs before her pants absorbed it. She swore and cursed at the older woman, jerking away from her on trembling legs until her slender back suddenly pressed flush against a nearby cold wall. Her toned, slender thighs shook and slowly pressed together, hanging her on the verge of orgasm while she struggled to escape, but she kept her sanity. Her thoughts remained clear and focused, thankfully. Her mind felt like her own, it wasn't hazy or fueled by desperation... like she was standing around John again, and because of that, it was almost easy for her to snap at the woman who had wrongly groped her. "How dare you!" she didn't really phrase it as a question. She wanted to be accusatory! "Who told you that you could touch me?! You think I'm just gonna let yo-"

"You're right," June said and immediately cut the cheerleader off. The teacher stepped forward, her swollen breasts heaving and jiggling wildly on her chest like she had removed her bra before coming in. Though, knowing her, the more likely option was that she just hadn't worn a bra in the first place.

Did John like big tits? Was that why he spent so much time with June? Mary had to actively **** the thoughts out of her head. She had to stay herself! She couldn't buckle and fold like he was talking to her. She had authority with June in this situation, and after all the mistakes she had seen the teacher make, she couldn't lose it!

"I'm sorry..." June said and reached up to brush a few stray locks out of Mary's face. The cheerleader wriggled in place as June touched her... but she didn't pull away. She couldn't, she had unintentionally backed herself up against the wall! "I shouldn't have touched you like that without your permission," June said, and a part of Mary's heart fell. She even sounded sincere. That borderline motherly voice even brought the cheerleader to turn and look up past the jiggling globes that swayed around just inches from her face. Mary's eyes glistened, and June held her gaze. She locked her in a personal, affectionate stare, because she could see right behind the mask the cheerleader always tried to wear, and they both knew it.

Did she need big breasts to hold John's attention? She could have smothered Mary with breasts that large... or John.

"Poor girl..." June's hand brushed through Mary's hair again, but the Latina girl didn't say anything. Her lips parted as if she wanted to speak, but June might as well have taken her ability to speak. The most she could do was just knit her brow together and stare while June continued talking. "You're so confused, aren't you?" Another lock was brushed out of her face. Toys were very dangerous. "You can't figure out how to get John to pay more attention to you, can you?" That comment she didn't stay silent for.

"What?! I don't want anything to do with that creep! He's just-" Mary started, but June interrupted her again.

"You're a bad liar, darling," June said, and Mary's lips quickly pressed together. A small bubble of anger started rising in Mary's chest as June spoke, but it didn't pop yet. It didn't get a chance to. "...Almost as bad as John is at catching lies." Mary's green eyes burned into June as she spoke. The little harlot was wrong. Dead wrong, John was and had always been the one person that everyone in the school couldn't have cared less about! He was- "I can show you how to catch his attention, if you want."

Mary's heart skipped a beat.

"You're pretty enough, and he's been stupid to not see the real you by now, but..." There was a long pause as June stepped forward and squeezed her large breasts against Mary's shoulders, trapping the little cheerleader within their soft embrace. June's warmth practically burned into her body when the other woman touched her. Her groin felt like it caught on fire; she started tingling so badly. "I can teach you how to make him see you..."

Mary swallowed hard. Her eyes glistened and wavered, but she didn't say anything again. She couldn't say anything. The past few days had been more than enough to prove to her that her body might betray her at any moment when it came to John. She was worried that if she opened her mouth...

...she might just say the wrong thing.

"It'll be some hard work... to teach you how to properly seduce and please someone, but..." June smiled down at the smaller girl, and Mary's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets when she felt June's nipples start to harden against her. She was making the art teacher horny! "...it's the kind of work that I think we both know you like."

Mary's gaze dropped as June slowly leaned down over her and lightly touched their foreheads together. Her vision dipped, staring down into the valley of cleavage just below her chin, and then lifted again, as June casually bit down on her lower lip and gently pulled on it with her teeth. A low, throaty moan escaped the busty art teacher as she rocked her weight back and forth between each foot and her chest slowly shifted against Mary, rubbing and sliding over the younger woman until, finally, one of June's nipples popped out over the neck of her dress. The swollen, brown bud was only visible for a second, before that too was rolled and squished against Mary, but the effect was had. Her pussy juices were slowly starting to drool and roll down each toned thigh.

Mary wasn't sure what it was exactly, but it was like random people around her had caught some kind of lust bug. She had never known her art teacher to do anything past teasing, John was supposed to be a nobody, and whatever kind of debauchery Mary had caught... well, she had caught it bad.

"You have to say yes, darling," June giggled, and the other nipple popped out, drawing a gasp from both of them. Though the gasp June made was a little more exaggerated to try and match Mary's reaction. "You were so angry at me a moment ago, so we aren't doing anything unless you want to." Mary swallowed hard. She could have said no. She should have said no... but June didn't have the hold over her that John had. She would have let her go unless Mary told her what she wanted to hear. "What do you want to do?"

Mary went to open her mouth. She tried to answer her, knowing her own voice might have been about to betray her... but it didn't. Actually, she didn't say anything. Her mouth opened, she tried to speak, but the most she got out was small whine, and June giggled at her for it. Mary flushed red, likely from head to toe, it was hard to tell without a mirror, and slowly tried to hide her face again. The only place to hide, though, was in June's cleavage, a fact they both came to groan at when Mary's face dipped down between her breasts.

"Well?" June continued pressing for an answer... and after what felt like an eternity had gone by, Mary finally got the strength to at least do something. She slowly nodded into the larger woman's chest. "Good girl."

Those words. Those words made Mary shudder again. Every time she had heard those damn words over the last week, Mary had nearly creamed herself. They were starting to have an effect on her, just the words alone, and June picked up on that immediately.

"First lesson, darling..." June giggled and, with one hand, began to hike up the front of her dress. She wasn't wearing panties, again, but neither of them were by that point. There was no surprise for it. "Oral." Her other hand came to push down on the top of Mary's head, shoving her face down inch by gradual inch, until the cheerleader had slid out from between June's breasts and was kneeling in front of her teacher's trimmed, slick pussy.

Would she have tasted him? The thought was so short and idle, there for only a mere fraction of a second, but it was more than enough to make Mary curious. It made her inhale and hurry to muffle one particularly husky moan into one of June's thighs when she caught the other woman's scent. She was fruity and clean, but her scent was still thick, full of a lung-filling strength that made her wonder if it could have only had come from John. It was subtle, but after a long hesitant lick, the undertones of a salty, smoky aftertaste lingered on the tip of her tongue. A flavor that partially faded when Mary finally pulled back from June's thigh.

It had to be John.

"Not that I don't like foreplay, but you're licking in the wrong place, darling. Here," June said, and her wide womanly hips abruptly rolled forward, pinning Mary's head between her crotch and the wall. She didn't need to **** Mary's mouth open. The second that June moved her sex closer to the submissive's mouth, Mary's jaw fell slack. Her tongue lolled out past her perky, pink lips and her mouth filled with flavor far beyond what she had scavenged from her teacher's womanly thighs.

Now, Mary wasn't experienced enough, nor did she have the constitution to love the taste of another's sexual fluids on the first try, but she hadn't exactly been saving herself with all of her boyfriends in the past either. She was used to giving blowjobs, and could push past the taste if she had to normally, but she didn't. June kept herself clean better than most of her pas... well, all of her past partners. Compared to some of the men Mary had been with, June might as well have tasted like heaven on her tongue.

"Darling..." June giggled and rolled her hips again. Her wet slit slowly spread around the exposed length of Mary's tongue, coating her taste buds in a thick layer of sticky nectar while both girls shuddered at the feeling. The sensitive nub of a clit between June's silken folds hardened as she moved, and goosebumps danced across her skin as Mary panted out over her mound. The little bundle of nerves slowly became hard enough to tease as it flexed out of its own little sheath, but Mary still needed a helping hand. "It's not enough to open your mouth, deary. You have to lick!" June said, and Mary groaned again.

It wasn't the same as before, but that foggy cloud... it reappeared. Mary was once again cast in a haze of lust. Her eyes glazed over, her arms fell limp to her sides, and she froze in place. She could taste him.

It had to be his flavor.

A soft crack echoed throughout the room, and Mary groaned again, her tongue suddenly jumping to life. Her cheek stung, and at first, she wasn't sure why it stung, but she was moving again, and it registered in the back of her mind that that made her teacher happy. She had the strength to spread her goal with her tongue now and used it at June's demands to pull and suck on the plump pussy lips before her. A part of her mind registered how lewd it was to think of what they were doing like it was a kiss, and she acknowledged the shame embracing the thought, but they were pressed lips to lips after all... It was a kiss. A proper kiss for her. A small warmth exploded in Mary's groin, and everything from the waist down slowly squeezed together. She trembled and shook, until a part of her finally caught up to the pain in her cheek and she realized what had happened.

June had actually slapped a little bit of sense into her to get her started.

"Good girl..." June hummed again, and those words struck another chord. Mary came harder, abruptly drenching the front of her pants with a happy squeal while the words rolled out of June's throat with a deliberate slowness. It was meant to tease and torment the cheerleader as she slowly tilted and turned Mary's head against her crotch, but she was too sensitive. She was too close to the edge, and that little bit just helped to throw her further over it. She wasn't the best at eating pussy, but June still gave her pointers. Every now and then, she even tried to drop one in for actually giving a man a blowjob... but not often.

Eventually, when June felt she had finished with the outer lips and the more prominent parts of her pussy, she chuckled and directed the girl further inwards, pushing her to explore deeper and deeper. Mary merely obeyed and listened. She wriggled forward and penetrated June with her tongue like a certain man had done the previous day, and the thought that she was where he had been made her pants start to squish and drip whenever she squeezed her thighs together.

She was so wet... so ready. It would have been the easiest thing in the world to penetrate her right then, even a man of John's size would have slipped right in.

Over time, Mary started to learn what she was supposed to do. It was a proper build up that June wanted. Every nerve, from the inside of her tunnel to the outside of her mound had to be on fire before she finished. If even one spot on her sex seemed to relax or move on, then Mary had to go back and fix it. She had to slurp and tug on each part of her again until June's cunt was red and raw, like their John had just finished fucking it. She lapped, kissed, nibbled, and sucked until her jaw was sore and her tongue felt swollen, but that familiar haze made her love every last moment of it, every ache. She lathered her precious teacher in her own drool, like a good toy! She never pulled away, like June told her not to, and when her teacher started to pull her higher, she latched onto June's swollen clit of her own volition like it was a prize she had finally earned!

Her teacher actually screamed when Mary threw her into the final crescendo. She lurched and nearly collapsed against the nearby wall for help as spurt after spurt of clear femcum squirted down her student's chin. Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head, and even with the help on her balance, Mary still had to catch some of her weight to keep her from falling... but she didn't pull away.

Even when her mouth filled with June's nectar and the front of her shirt started to cling to her skin, Mary pulled and teased on the clit with her lips and tongue as much as she could. She wasn't going to rest until June was properly satisfied and had finally finished with her mouth, and she let June know it. She drove her as far as she could, even if it meant stuffing her with two of her fingers like it was John who was in there fucking her again.

Her release felt like it went on for hours. It could have been minutes, mere seconds, or just as long as she thought, June wouldn't have been able to tell. All she could do was stand there and wait while Mary pushed her higher and higher, shuddering with joy every time the little submissive curled her fingers inside her or kissed her little nub like she worshiped it. She rode on until her voice was hoarse and they were both long past the point of caring about whether or not anyone had heard them screaming and moaning for each other, until June had to pull on Mary's hair. The submissive grunted and moaned reluctantly, but she got the message and stopped before either one of them passed out.

June was too sensitive to continue, too sensitive to last against the classroom's cool open air... so Mary did the dutiful, proper thing and held her tongue against her teacher's clit until she finally came down from her high. She kept her teacher's pussy warm and embraced it with her own mouth until June finally found some strength in her legs again.

The two of them eventually had to separate with a loud squelch and a couple of gasps, but they did it grinning. They collapsed into their own respective seats, with Mary on the floor in a puddle of their juices and June sliding wetly onto a nearby desk. They stared at one another, when they finally managed to blink some clarity back into their eyes, and after a moment, June smiled proudly. Mary blushed hard, her cheek burned into a deep crimson as she looked away, but June didn't let her finish gathering her thoughts.

Before Mary could revert back to some familiar, prudish form of thinking, before she could come up with some kind of excuse for why she did that, June spoke to her. Her teacher crossed the room, grinning at the little submissive seated in a small puddle of their shared cum, and kissed her slowly, squeezing her perky pink lips against June's own plump, red ones. She pulled Mary back up to her unsteady feet, brushed a couple more locks of tousled hair out of her face, and repeated it again and again,

"Good girl," until Mary's heart started to flutter.