The fifth lesson

As Mrs. Müller was getting dressed in the locker room, she heard the door creak open. She turned around and saw the janitor, who had a sly grin on his face.

"What are you doing here?" Mrs. Müller asked, feeling uneasy.

"I heard some noises, and I thought I'd check it out," the janitor replied, walking closer to her. "And I see I stumbled upon quite the interesting scene."

Mrs. Müller's heart started racing as she realized what had happened. The janitor had recorded the entire lesson on video, and she was caught in the act. She had no idea what to say or do.

She turned to face him, hoping that her own curves were still as alluring as she remembered. "So, what are you going to do now?" she asked, trying to sound casual.

The janitor stepped closer, his eyes never leaving her body. "I think I might have to report what I saw to the principal," he said, his voice deep and rough.

Mrs. Müller bit her lip, feeling a rush of excitement and fear. "Please," she said softly, "is there anything I can do to convince you not to do that?"

The janitor's gaze flickered down to her ample chest, and Mrs. Müller knew that he was considering her offer. She stepped closer, pressing her body against his, and ran her hands up his muscular arms.

"I can make it worth your while," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "I'll do anything you want."

The janitor hesitated for a moment, but then he pulled her closer and kissed her hard. Mrs. Müller moaned into his mouth, feeling her body respond eagerly to his touch.

As they broke apart, the janitor grinned down at her. "You're a naughty one, aren't you?" he said. "But I think I like that about you."

Mrs. Müller grinned back, feeling a sense of relief and excitement wash over her.

"Now, what are we going to do about you, Mr. Janitor?" she asks, her voice dripping with desire.

The janitor stammers, unable to form coherent words in the face of such a stunning woman. Mrs. Müller takes the initiative and presses her voluptuous body against his, her hands exploring his muscular chest.

"I think I know exactly what to do with you," she purrs, sliding her hand down to his crotch. She can feel his erection growing against her palm, and she smiles in satisfaction.

The janitor moans softly as Mrs. Müller drops to her knees and begins to unbuckle his belt. With practiced ease, she frees his impressive length from his pants and takes it into her mouth, sucking and licking with abandon.

"Oh god, Mrs. Müller," the janitor gasps, his hands tangling in her blonde hair. "I never knew... I never dreamed..."

Mrs. Müller pulls back, looking up at him with a wicked gleam in her eye. "You'd better get used to dreaming, my dear," she says, rising to her feet. "Because I'm going to make all your fantasies come true."

With that, she leads the janitor to a nearby locker, pushing him up against it and kissing him fiercely. His hands roam over her curves, squeezing her ample breasts and sliding down to grab her round ass.

Mrs. Müller moans in pleasure, pressing her body even harder against his. She can feel his erection pressing against her, and she grinds against him, feeling the heat building between them.

"Take me, Mr. Janitor," she whispers in his ear. "Take me right here, right now."

With a growl of desire, the janitor pulls her closer, lifting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. He thrusts into her, and Mrs. Müller cries out in ecstasy, her body shaking with pleasure.

He slams his hard huge cock into her, spreading her cunt lips and nearly hitting her cervix.

“GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWD A REAL MANS COCK!”

They move together, each one lost in the sensations of the other. Mrs. Müller rides him hard, her breasts bouncing with every thrust, and the janitor groans with pleasure, unable to believe his luck.

While she lifts her under her gorgeous curvy ass and her buttocks ripple with each slam, her big F-Cup tits are bouncing right in front of his face. First his buries his head inside her bulging cleavage, then her pull the left teat into his mouth sucking and biting it hard.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHYESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!”

Mrs. Müller comes so hard, that juices squirt from her oversexed pussy hitting the janitors legs and floor beneath.

As Mrs. Müller's body trembles with the intensity of her climax, she looks into the janitor's eyes, a hunger still burning within her. She can see the desire in his gaze, and she knows she wants to satisfy him completely.

With a sultry smile, she slowly lowers herself to her knees, her ample breasts jiggling enticingly. She reaches up, cupping her F-cup breasts in her hands and presenting them to the janitor.

"Would you like to finish on these, Mr. Janitor?" she purrs, her voice filled with a mixture of seduction and anticipation.

The janitor's eyes widen with disbelief and desire. He nods eagerly, unable to form words as he watches Mrs. Müller offer herself so willingly.

Mrs. Müller leans forward, pressing her chest against his throbbing member. The softness of her breasts envelops him, creating a tantalizing sensation. She begins to move her body in a slow, rhythmic motion, rubbing her breasts against him, stroking him with her cleavage.

The janitor's breathing becomes ragged, his hands gripping onto Mrs. Müller's shoulders for support. His pleasure builds, fueled by the incredible sight before him and the skilled movements of Mrs. Müller's breasts.

Mrs. Müller maintains eye contact with him, her gaze filled with a mixture of desire and satisfaction. She revels in the power she holds over him, knowing that she can bring him to the brink of ecstasy.

As the janitor's arousal reaches its peak, he lets out a guttural moan, his body trembling with the intensity of his release. Streams of warm pleasure shoot from him, landing on Mrs. Müller's heaving breasts, coating them in his essence.

Mrs. Müller continues her slow, deliberate movements, milking every last drop from him, enjoying the feeling of his release against her skin. Her fat tits were covered in a big layer of cum.

One day later:

As Mrs. Müller entered the classroom in her yellow summer dress, all eyes were on her, particularly her ample chest that bounced with every step she took. The students were trying hard to focus on their studies, but her presence made it difficult.

Mrs. Müller cleared her throat, drawing everyone's attention to her. "Good morning, class," she said with a seductive smile on her face. "Today, I want to start by discussing how you felt after our little shower lesson yesterday. Did it leave you wanting more?"

Some of the boys shifted in their seats, while the girls looked at each other in disbelief. They couldn't believe their teacher was openly discussing the lewd act they had all participated in the day before.

“Mrs. Müller we all want to thank you. What you teach us and offer to us, is way beyond imagination.” Olivia, a slim busty black haired beauty had stood up with a beaming smile, speaking for the whole class.

“Thank you love. But now lets proceed with the next topic.” Mrs. Müller said with a beaming smile.

Mrs. Müller continued the lesson, discussing the importance of birth control methods to prevent unwanted pregnancies. She spoke about various options such as condoms, oral contraceptives, and intrauterine devices. The class listened attentively, some taking notes while others exchanged whispered comments.

Just as Mrs. Müller was about to move on to the next topic, Olivia, a beautiful black-haired student with a mischievous glint in her eye, raised her hand. Mrs. Müller nodded at her, curious to hear what she had to say.

Olivia smirked and said, "Well, Mrs. Müller, I think the best birth control method is to use a tit fuck instead."

The classroom erupted in laughter, the students unable to contain their amusement at Olivia's bold comment. Mrs. Müller's face flushed slightly, a mixture of surprise and amusement crossing her features.

As the laughter subsided, Ava, a petite girl with a hint of defiance in her eyes, raised her hand. Mrs. Müller nodded at her, curious to hear what she had to say after Olivia's provocative comment.

Ava cleared her throat and spoke, her voice filled with determination. "Well, Mrs. Müller, I think it's unfair to suggest that the size of a girl's breasts determines her worth or her ability to please a partner. Birth control and sexual satisfaction are not solely reliant on physical attributes."

The room fell silent, the students exchanging glances as Ava challenged the notion that big breasts were necessary for sexual fulfillment. Some nodded in agreement, while others looked unsure how to respond.

Lisa, one of the well-endowed girls mentioned by Ava, spoke up, her voice filled with a mix of defensiveness and annoyance. "Ava, just because some of us have larger breasts doesn't mean we're only valued for that. It's about confidence, self-expression, and personal preferences. Everyone's body is different and beautiful in its own way."

Sophia, another busty girl, chimed in, her tone slightly teasing. "Besides, Ava, maybe you're just a little jealous because you don't have as much to offer in that department."

Ava's face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. "It's not about jealousy or comparing ourselves to one another," she replied firmly. "We should be celebrating our individuality and embracing the diverse aspects of our bodies and sexuality. It's not just about physical attributes; it's about connection, communication, and mutual pleasure."

The classroom buzzed with a mix of agreement and disagreement. Some students nodded in support of Ava's words, recognizing the importance of body positivity and the need to value all aspects of a person's sexuality. Others still held onto traditional ideas of beauty and physical attributes.

Mrs. Müller clears her throat and speaks in a firm tone, "Enough! We're not here to compare chest sizes or insult each other. This is a sex education class and we need to be mature about it."

The class falls silent, and Mrs. Müller continues, "To demonstrate that different breast sizes can all be pleasurable, I'm going to need two volunteers."

She looks around the room, and her eyes fall on Ava, one of the smaller-chested girls, and Nancy, with her impressive 40D bust.

"Ava, please come up to the front," Mrs. Müller says, gesturing towards the empty space in front of her. "And Nancy, please join her."

As the two girls make their way to the front of the room, the rest of the class watches with interest. Mrs. Müller asks them to remove their bras, and they comply, revealing their breasts to the class.

"Now, Ava, I want you to use your hands to stimulate Nancy's breasts," Mrs. Müller says. "Nancy, I want you to give us feedback on what feels good and what doesn't."

Ava hesitates for a moment, looking a little uncomfortable, but she eventually reaches out tentatively and begins to touch Nancy's breasts. Nancy moans softly and provides feedback, instructing Ava on where to touch and how to apply pressure.

As Nancy and Ava continued to explore each other's chests, Mrs. Müller asked the class to name more synonyms for breasts.

Sophia spoke up, "How about 'melons'?"

The class giggled and Mrs. Müller smiled. "Yes, that's a good one. Anyone else?"

Olivia raised her hand, "What about 'bazoombas'?"

Again, the class erupted in laughter. Nancy and Ava paused their exploration to look up at the class, then back at each other.

Mrs. Müller scanned the class for potential volunteers, looking for eager male students to assist with the demonstration. Her eyes landed on a muscular young man in the front row, and she approached him.

"Excuse me, would you be interested in helping with the demonstration?" she asked, trying to hide her excitement.

The young man looked surprised but intrigued. "Uh, sure," he said, a faint blush creeping up his neck.

"Excellent," Mrs. Müller said, a smile spreading across her face. "And what about you?" she asked, turning to another student.

Before long, Mrs. Müller had gathered a small group of male volunteers, and she led them to the front of the classroom, where Ava and Nancy were waiting.

"Now, let's demonstrate some different techniques for breast stimulation," she said, her voice low and sultry. "Who's ready to learn?"

The male students looked nervous but eager as Mrs. Müller began demonstrating various techniques on Ava and Nancy's breasts. She showed them how to use their hands and mouths to pleasure a woman's breasts, and encouraged the students to try the techniques themselves. She let Avas small tits and Nancys big plump tits run through her fighters, sucked their nipples and circled their aureolas until moaned out loud.

As the demonstration continued, the classroom grew hotter and more tense. Now the guys were copying her teacher, each working one set of tits. The air was thick with desire, and Mrs. Müller could see the arousal in her students' eyes.

Mrs. Müller stood beside Ava and Nancy, guiding them through each movement with a mix of authority and sensuality. She could see the desire and anticipation in the boys' eyes as they watched the girls' chests press against their bodies.

"Remember to be gentle yet firm," Mrs. Müller advised, her voice low and alluring. "Tease them with the softness of your breasts, but also provide the necessary pressure for their pleasure."

Ava and Nancy nodded, their eyes filled with determination. They leaned closer to the boys, their chests brushing against their skin. The boys gasped at the contact, their hands trembling with excitement.

"Start with light strokes," Mrs. Müller instructed, her voice a seductive whisper. "Let them feel the tantalizing touch of your breasts."

Ava and Nancy followed her guidance, trailing their fingers lightly across the boys' chests, their breasts grazing against their bare skin. The boys shivered, their breathing growing heavier with anticipation.

"Feel their reactions," Mrs. Müller encouraged, a hint of mischief in her voice. "Adjust your movements accordingly, and watch their pleasure intensify."

As Ava and Nancy continued their exploration, their movements grew bolder. They cupped their breasts in their hands, pressing them firmly against the boys' chests. The boys groaned in response, their bodies arching closer to the girls.

Mrs. Müller's own desire was palpable as she watched the scene unfold before her. She allowed her hands to wander, joining in the sensual dance. She guided Ava and Nancy with skilled precision, demonstrating how to combine gentle caresses with firmer squeezes.

She pulled out her own tits, got to her knees and offered one of the boys to get his cock out and fuck his tits. His young hard member bounces free as she coated it with saliva between her lips, her tongue flicking the glans before she folded her big F-Cups around his rod.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAA YEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!”

She started to rub his cock between he glistening tits, spitting down every few strokes to lube the valley between her tits up.

“See girls! That`s how its done!”

All boys had their cocks out by now, and also most girls in class were fingering themselves openly.

Moaning started, while Mrs. Müller rapidly got her “opponent” ready to shoot his load.

As he came, his body shuddered and he shot his hot seed right between her tit meat putting up quite some pressure to his erect twitching manhood.

“Yes come Rob! Cum between your teachers fat breasts!”

The class was in awe, as the second guy replaced the first one, and slipped his rod right between her cum stained tits.

Nanca and Ava joined her side to side, encouraging more guys to join their tits fuck. Most guys ligned up in front of both and their hot teacher. Whilst Nancys big black 40Ds had not problems to engulf the offered penis, Ava got more creative with her much smaller boob. She spit on the cock, and guided it over her rock hard nipples over and over again. The boy in from of her went crazy, she she used it to work the sweet spot below his glans where the foreskin met.

“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKK!” Within less than a minute, he shot a huge load right over her chest, some shots even hitting her face. Ava laughed and drank the fresh cum, sucking it from her fingers.

“Next!”

Nancy hurried to catch up with Ava, fucking the rod between her big globes like crazy. Mrs. Müller got the second shot already, purring with pleasure.

Her eyes suddenly went wide, as a wet long tongue lashed through her slit. She was kneeling in front of the next guy as she looked down and saw Sophia. She was on her back, her face facing Müllers bare pussy as she was wearing no thong under her summer dress.

She was already wet as hell and while she serviced the next guy, she came hard. Her body shook, her head flew back in pleasure as Sophia drove her over the edge expertly.

“YYYYYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!” A weird sound escaped her throat as the student sucked her labia and clit, then her tongue sunk deep into her pink tunnel.

As the guys unloaded simultaneously on Müller, Avas and Nancys tits, Sophia got free from her teacher’s pussy, her face all wet.

“Oh my gosh! Mam! You’re a soaking wet!”

Mrs Müller sunk backwards on her ass, totally exhausted, her tits hanging out of her summer dress drenched in three loads of semen. It was dripping down her bulging bosom, also staining her dress.

“Oh damn!” As she noticed it was too late. The bell sounded to end the lesson as the class once again rewarded her with applause, got dressed and left the room.