...it empty. Bryce wasn't there.

Looking around the empty room, having expected Bryce to already be here, you turned and said to Randall (who had now followed you inside), "So I guess Bryce is running late as well?"

"Not quite," he said, closing the door behind him. "Mr. Spencer won't be joining us today. He's helping Coach Mullins move some equipment for tomorrow's track event."

"Oh, okay then." You remembered he'd said that this might happen and you were actually rather relieved. As much as you were warming to Bryce, sitting next to him in silence for an hour wasn't exactly your idea of fun. "So I finally get a chance to relax, huh?" you smiled, grabbing a seat at your usual desk and sitting down. Wondering then "Why were you waiting outside for me anyway?" This haven't yet to be explained.

"I was waiting outside, Mr. Connors..." he began, strutting towards you in those high heels of his, "...because you were late. Detention starts at exactly 3:15 pm, not whenever you feel like showing up."

He actually looked kind of pissed and you had to wonder what the hell was going on. Why he was still carrying on this performance and referring to you as "Mr. Connors" when there was nobody else around. "Whoa, dude. Chill. You don't need to keep up the act anymore. It's just the two of us now."

Randall wasn't giving in however, still very much in character as Miss. Card as he reached your desk. Glaring at you from behind his glasses. "Oh, I am well aware of that, Mr. Connors," he said, his brown eyes trained on yours. "And with Mr. Spencer absent, it means that we can finally have a private little one-on-one session you've been so long overdue." Reaching his hands up then to the straining buttons on his light blue blouse, you watched as a little smirk suddenly worked its way across his lips. "Don't you think?"

"Uhm... yuh-yeah," you stuttered, having certainly not been prepared for this. Your eyes homing immediately in on the buttons he was now undoing. Feeling your penis instinctively began to twitch.

Releasing not one, but two more of them, revealing an even larger chunk of cleavage than had already been showing - as well as portions of his lacy black bra - he then leaned down in front of your desk and asked seductively, "Something caught your eye?" His boobs now virtually spilling out towards you. Drawing your gaze like a pair of fleshy magnets.

"Oh now, Mr. Connors. Don't tell me you're looking at my breasts," he teased, knowing exactly what he was doing. "That's hardly appropriate behavior. No matter how big... and heavy... and heaving they are."

Oh Jesus...

You could practically feel your balls tightening as his voice grew breathy, emphasizing every word. His hands cupping each mound and giving them both a gentle little jiggle. "I'm your teacher for goodness sake. Do you know what would happen if anyone caught you... if anyone caught us?" he continued, moving his exceptional rack even closer towards your face. His performance, your surroundings, and what he was now saying making it nearly impossible not to get drawn into Randall's role-play. Bringing back memories of that drunken night he'd dressed up and seduced you...the titty-fuck he'd given you the following day... as well as the video he'd recorded of himself masturbating, all under the guise of Miss. Card. Added to the fact that those magnificent watermelon sized breast were now less than a foot away from your face, blocking out everything, and you were more than ready to just ride along. It being too damn erotic, exciting and dangerous not to!

"I could very well lose my job," Miss. Card then continued. Everything she was saying being contradicted by how she was saying it. Her voice oozing sex. "... and you... well, you'd be labeled a pervert. A pervert with a silly little infatuation for his huge breasted, sex-starved teacher."

You let out a little gulp at the words "sex-starved", feeling much the same way yourself. Miss. Card's breathless, needy tone very much indicating that this was no lie. She was horny. Horny for you...

Standing suddenly back up, removing her heaving bosom from your eye line, her gaze then fell downward, between your legs. "Oh my... is that your penis I can see, getting hard?" she asked, feigning mock surprise. Betraying this a second later by licking at her lips.

It certainly was. Your little man now pressing rather uncomfortably against your jeans as it fought to be free. Becoming even more evident as it continued to grow.

"My, my, Mr. Connors, this won't do at all. Perhaps I should try and rectify the situation... see if I can't make it go away."

The next thing you knew, she had slid her way across your desk, her large butt gliding over the wood, before turning then so it was now aimed directly at you, allowing you the opportunity to once again marvel at it's immense size and shape. The material of her skirt clung so tightly that she could very well have been wearing nothing at all!

Giving it a playful little shake for your benefit, she then scooted backwards onto your lap, trapping your hardness between her cheeks and causing you to groan Jesus...Fucking...Christ... you thought as she began rubbing herself against you, grinding her butt into your crotch. The weight of her heavy ass, combined with the way she was moving, feeling absolutely incredible. A tease second to none.

After about thirty full seconds of this, of working her large rump back and forth across your dick, she finally looked over her shoulder asked, "How's that? Is it working... or is my big round butt just making it harder?" Moaning ever so slightly as she did.

You could barely even speak right now, you were so turned on, but it was obvious that it wasn't. That your penis was threatening at any moment to burst right through the denim of your pants. It feeling a lot like you were smuggling a steel pole down there as your gorgeous teacher continued to grind.

"Oh dear... and now it's making me get all excited too," she told you, stopping suddenly. Feigning mock embarrassment. "I can feel my panties getting wet."

A second later the pressure on your cock was relieved and she was back up on her feet, spinning round on her heels to face you as she grabbed for the bottom oh her pencil skirt. Asking "Would you like to see?"

"Fuck yeah!" you practically yelled. Carried away by your own enthusiasm and need for release.

Miss. Card however, immediately scolded you. "Tim! ...Language." Her piercing brown eyes and stony expression meaning business.

"So-sorry, miss," you quickly apologized. That gaze, combined with the sexual power she had over you, intimidating you no end. "I mean, yes please."

"That's better. Okay, just a quick look then, but you mustn't tell anyone."

Nodding your head enthusiastically, you then watched as she hiked up the tight, knee length skirt, sliding it up her stockinged legs, till both the lacy tops and the crotch of her black panties suddenly crept into view. The surface of which was gauzy and covered in numerous little rose like patterns. Even still, the dark color made it quite impossible to actually see any evidence of her wetness, but that didn't stop you from looking anyway. Your eyes drawn between her shapely thighs, to the dainty little crotch panel, beneath which her vagina lay.

"Oh my, I really am wet," she informed you, several of her fingers finding their way down there. Gently stroking back and forth across the thin material, tormenting you all the more. Cocking an eyebrow then, she looked at you with a suggestive grin and playfully asked, "Whatever am I going to do about that?"

You had a fair idea as she then bent over and began to slide the panties ever so slowly down her legs. Her skirt rather unfortunately falling back into place as she did, obscuring your view.

Stepping out of them then, you watched her strut back towards her desk, leaving them lying there on the beige carpet for your viewing pleasure as she muttered softly, "Perhaps someone might be a good student and offer to help ''clean me up' down there..."

After hearing this, you were up in a flash, instinctively sticking your hand up (just like you did in class). "I'll help you, Miss." you eagerly said, as she sat down on her chair and seductively crossed those long stocking clad legs.

"What's that, Mr. Connors? You want to assist me?"

"Yes, Miss."

"Then what are you waiting for?" she smiled, uncrossing her legs again and pulling at her skirt. This time displaying to you her cleanly shaven and highly aroused sex. The smell of which you could sense even from here. "Come be a good boy and stick your tongue inside my soaking wet vagina!" she commanded, with an almost animal like growl."Make me cum, Tim. Make your teacher cum!"

And that you did. Wasting no more time, you scurried towards your awaiting teacher, feeling your heart beating powerfully within your chest. There never having been quite as intense an erotic thrill as this. Here you were, actually at school, about to eat out your gorgeous teacher out. It was like one of your classroom fantasies come to life!

Like a man dying of thirst you threw yourself onto your hands and knees before her, savoring the sight and smell of her womanhood for just a moment, before diving straight in. Lapping at the velvety folds and sucking up its sweet juices with as much vigor as you could possibly muster. Barely even stopping for breath. You'd been aching to do this again for nearly a week now, and by the sounds of Miss.Cards moans, you certainly hadn't lost your touch.

"Ohhh fuck.... Oh God, yes... " she squealed, locking her thighs around your head as you went to town on her clitoris. Rubbing at it with your nose while your tongue penetrated her fleshy tunnel. Once again in absolute heaven. "Thah... That's it, Tim... That's a good boy! ...You... you're doing so WELL!"