Roxy Brown

“I’m not quite sure that this will work,” Miss Forbes said of the outfit that Roxy was sporting, while using her slender fingers to catch a wayward ringlet of her shimmering blonde hair and tucking it back behind her ear.

“Why not?” Roxy asked as though she couldn’t quite fathom why Miss Forbes could possibly have any objections at all as to what she was wearing.

“Well,” Miss Forbes began as she took another long, hard look at what Roxy was wearing, feeling her pussy moisten and her tongue flickering across her full lips as she relished once more in how the string-like front of Roxy’s black thong meant that it was flanked on both sides by the hot, wet pinkness of the gorgeous black girl’s pussy and that the outer lips of her hairless snatch were left completely exposed, “it’s supposed to be a winter outfit.”

What Miss Forbes was saying was true, the school’s board of directors had decided that while it had no reason to object to the standard uniform that the girls were expected to wear in lieu of their own creations, it had been decided that it wasn’t perfectly suited for the colder months of the year, meaning that while there wasn’t a problem with if the girls stayed indoors in the warmth, any venture outside meant either supplementing it with a thick coat or something similar or catching a cold, and it was judged as such that the former was anathema to the values that the school embraced and that the latter was a very bad idea because the only gluey substance that ought to dangle of one of the girls noses ought to be jizz and not snot, which was why it had been decided that a winter alternative to it was to be adopted.

Since coming up with an outfit that could both provide its female wearer with a satisfactory amount of shelter from the low temperature and general dreariness of an English winter and be revealing enough to still live up to the spirit of the school, the board had decided that it would take in as many suggestions as possible, even accepting submissions not only from members of staff and alumni but from a select group of students with top grades in Art and Design.

“So?” Roxy had always managed to impress her teachers in Art and Design ever since she’d first arrived at the school. In fact, she was always in the top segment of her class in all of the subjects that required creativity and an eye for the aesthetic, always managing to delight her teachers and fellow students by coming up with excitingly indecent outfits that usually managed to somehow be almost more revealing than actual nudity, photographs that displayed an excellent control of the craftsmanship involved as well as impeccable discernment in her choice of content, and delicious novellas that tended to involve her own literary alter ego, a flock of well-hung studs and a grand finale involving gallons of jizz.

“Well…” For her part, Miss Kimberly Forbes was clad in a pair of skin-hugging faded jeans that had been cut down until the only part of them that only touched her long, toned legs were the short frays that dangled off its hemline and which went perfectly with the richly tanned quality of her skin. Her midsection, with its slim waist and the etched muscles of her stomach that implied that she might just be a lot stronger than her feminine figure would otherwise suggest, was left bare as the only thing that she wore above the waist was a simple white tank-top that had undergone a similarly drastic reduction in size as her jeans, so that its hemline barely managed to reach down to cover her small, hard nipples, “I just don’t see how it would protect anyone from the cold.”

“But that’s the point!” Roxy’s reply was spirited enough that she almost made her gargantuan, breathtakingly perfect breasts come spilling out of the minimalist version of a boob tube that she’d chosen to make part of her suggested outfit, the thin horizontal lines of black and white being stretched tight in an effort to keep her huge rack under control as she settled back down again and adopted a suggestive grin, “This way, they’ll be **** to find other ways of keeping warm.”

“Well, at least they’ll be warm round the ankles,” Miss Forbes remarked as she nodded at the black satin legwarmers that hugged Roxy’s legs up to just below her knees as the busty, full-lipped minx balanced on the high heels of her translucent stripper heels, “and I must admit that I admire the philosophy behind it.”

“See, I knew you’d like it!” Roxy happily exclaimed as Miss Forbes played with the shades that she had tucked into the front of her skimpy top, “But I have another, more conventional suggestion as well… do you want to see it?”

“By all means, Roxy,” Miss Forbes replied as Roxy’s classmates continued their respective tasks in the classroom adjacent to the fitting room that the two formidable women were currently frequenting, “feel free.”

“It means that I will have to take this off,” Roxy paused and bit her lips in an act of faux awkwardness as she eyed Miss Forbes hungrily, “which bit should I start with?”
“My shorts,” Miss Forbes’ brazen reply was followed by an evocative smile as Roxy sighed at the suggestion and promptly began moving towards her teacher.

“Yes! Yes! Lick my pussy you little slut!” A few minutes later, Miss Forbes’ denim cut-offs were on the floor and her right leg slung over Roxy’s left shoulder, her excited screams coming as the dark-skinned girl’s nimble tongue drew another long gush of girlcum from her pulsing quim, with Roxy allowing some of it to streak across her cheeks or drip down onto her bulging chest while the main part of it was gulped down her throat after she’d first savoured its flavour.

“Roxy Brown!” Miss Ryder was unable to keep the soft chuckle from pouring out of her mouth any longer as she’d just needed to shout out the black-haired teen’s five times over before finally managing to get her attention just as her colleague’s latest climax reached its conclusion.

“Yes, Miss…” Roxy had turned her head to look at the brunette one of her two teachers as she stood in the doorway, still dressed in the skimpy, strapless dress made from a soft, semi-sheer material that she’d worn at the start of the lesson, an unusual accomplishment as far as Miss Ryder was concerned, but didn’t get further than that before one last long squirt of girlcum from Miss Forbes’ convulsing pussy served to both interrupt her and to leave her face thoroughly doused with the blonde’s orgasmic juices.

“Nurse Pennyweather just announced that she wants you to head over to the nurse’s office,” Miss Ryder explained, never loosing her amused smirk as she admired how the beautiful black vixen’s tiny top had slid off her breasts completely and had continued all the way down to her waist, where it now functioned as a sort of sash or belt, “straightaway.”

“Fuck,” Roxy sighed, and barely managed to get up on her feet before she found herself with Miss Forbes’ lips pressed against hers and soon being made to moan into her older woman’s mouth as her hand travelled down to her pussy to push her thong aside and start caressing her soaked sex, with Miss Forbes only having to tease Roxy’s quim for a few seconds before the teenaged super-slut’s arousal manifested itself in a long, messy orgasm.

“There you go,” Miss Forbes decided once Roxy had stopped shuddering and twitching as she leaned against her, slapping her right hand down onto one of the bare cheeks of Roxy’s delectable ass to make her jump back up into a fully rigid posture, “time to be on your way.”

“Yes, Miss Forbes.”