Gets a text to meet with Ms. Ashford in the teacher’s lounge.

...feels a vibration in her pants pocket. Becky was planning to head to a bathroom and slither out of this teacher, but curiosity compels her to pull his cell phone out, unlocking it using the knowledge she’s pulling from his brain, and saw there was a new text message.

‘We’ve got 50min, meet me in the teacher’s lounge.’

The label says it was from ‘Ash’, but off the top of her head Becky doesn’t know who that could be. She knows she can find out by digging through Mr. Trent’s brain, but decides to just go see what this is first hand.

Using the teacher’s muscle memory, Becky confidently strides through the school’s hallways until she finds herself outside the teacher’s lounge. Heart beating quickly with excitement, Becky opens the door and finds only one person inside.

It’s Ms. Ashford, the History professor, and Becky suddenly gets it: this must be ‘Ash’. Ms. Ashford is the wank fantasy of many of the boys in the school. She’s chesty, with a beautiful face, silky brunette hair, and an ass that makes people watch her when she walks away from them. She’s also a bit on the thicker side, but if anyone minds that, they don’t say it.

She turns to look at Becky as she enters the room, smiling at her in a way that makes Becky’s heart skip a beat, and walks up to her, pointedly brushing her prodigious chest against the masculine chest of the body Becky was possessing as she locks the door behind her. Then, before Becky can make a single coherent thought, Ms. Ashford leans in and kisses her.

It’s a brief kiss, but full of passion, infinitely more arousing than any kiss Becky has had so far in her young life. When it ends, ‘Ash’ surprises her further by reaching down to clutch Becky’s rapidly hardening cock through her slacks. The cock thrums with pleasure without warning, and Ash whispers, “Like I said, we’ve got some time.” Then, to Becky’s mix of confusion and excitement, Ash kneels down and unzips the slacks.

After pulling those down, the history teacher was faced with the cock and ball set Becky had inherited with this body straining against a pair of white underwear. Smiling predatorily, Ash pulled it down, leaving Becky’s cock to bob up and down in the air. After a second of anticipation, Ash took the cock in her mouth, and Becky lost all capacity for rational thought. The feeling of having her oh-so-sensitive cock being massaged by Ash’s mouth, licked by her tongue, it felt too good for words. The only question in Becky’s mind is how much this is going to go.