Intervention

“What do you mean wait 30 minutes? I’m going to hang out with some friends after class anyways, so don’t wait up for me.” Alice’s plans surprise me, but it’s not like I commanded her to show up for blowjob’o’clock at the same hour every day. The possibility that she’d use this to escape her duty is there, but this is still a school night: if she tries to delay until mom gets home, then she’s just going to have to suck me off quietly.

“Alright... but you’re not off the hook tonight.”

“Ugh, fine.” With that, my sister walks off towards the parking lot where her friends presumably wait for her. I chose to meet her in the breezeway in front of the office as a good halfway point between my car and my true destination: Ms. Lia’s classroom. I had contemplated texting her, but I have a responsibility now to check on my modified sister: thankfully she seems perfectly alright, albeit a bit flushed in her cheeks. The whole day must have brought her the occasional, innocent bit of contact that her body now responds to more severely, nevermind whatever fun she's still having with her girlfriends despite the threat of Ms. Hatts.

Now with Alice out of the way, I can happily march to my first private session with the bitchy Harvard grad. Her credentials honestly surprise me given her shit attitude and amazing body; it makes the fantasy of slowly making her mine for good all the more enticing, presuming I can keep her brain largely intact when all is said and done.

I check my phone and finally collect my latest harvest from Ms. Lia.

MASTER OF PLEASURE
Cause 100 orgasms: COMPLETE. 25 GEM AWARDED.
Cause 200 orgasms: 103/200. 25 GEM AWARD.

I wonder if I'll have enough energy to reach 200 this weekend? Having seen the state Ms. Lia's in after just 20 or so in the morning, I'm eager to see what she'll be willing to do... or unwilling to resist... after 100. With 33 gems cocked and ready to go, I could do plenty more with Ms. Lia... but Ms. Green is another matter.

Why do my thoughts suddenly turn to my math teacher? Because I happen upon her talking to Ms. Lia when I finally arrive to the classroom.

I’m suddenly stuck, unsure of how to proceed. Ms. Erika Green is my redheaded math teacher and is honestly far more approachable than the now-whimpering English teacher she sits across from when I walk in. Ms. Green sits in the student chair closest to Ms. Lia. At profile, its easy to make out the slender shape of her body in her tight, white business pants and loose, floral top. She's about as chesty as Alice, but next to Ms. Lia looks downright modest. I know from watching her in class that those are her best assets: she's got a bad case of flat ass and she's a bit too skinny besides. But despite her modest body, she glows with a natural beauty: her hair sports a bright red edging towards orange in wild locks that attract one's gaze instead to her beautiful green eyes and simple, genuine smile on a symmetrical, well-kept face. While Ms. Lia is, of late, a sultry-looking bitch, Ms. Green's is the kind of face you'd want resting on a pillow next to you when you wake up.

But right now, that smile is twisted into a stiff upper-lip as she sees me. No doubt Ms. Lia has briefed her, at least to some degree, on our situation... and it dawns on me that she isn't allowed to get me in trouble, but Hatts said nothing of other faculty. Combined with Hatts' approval modification only applying to parents and superiors, this also means Ms. Green is far less accepting of what the bulldog has tasked me to do. Desperately, I pull my phone out and swap to the app.

“You do mean this Haines, right?” Ms. Green whispers without looking at Ms. Lia.

“Yes, and he’s here now to... you know,” she sobs in reply.

I sigh through my nose as I scroll for an affordable solution on Ms. Green’s profile.

Gets heavily aroused whenever she talks or hears about sex: 3 gems.
Feels any sexual pleasure she witnesses: 25 gems.
Gains D-cup breasts: 10 gems.
Can't wear bras: 1 gem.
Plays with her chest, groin, or ass when hands are idle: 8 gems.
Hotkey, 10/day: flash her tits: 20 gems.
Hotkey, unlimited: jump: 1 gem.

“Mr. Haines! I hope you have an explanation for why you are here, because what Ms. Lia has told me... well, I just want to hear your side of things.”

“HIS side?! Did you listen to a fucking word I said?!”

Ms. Green gave Ms. Lia a level glare; indeed she had and, to Ms. Green's credit, who would believe the things I now get to do to this teacher?

Ms. Green was always the fairer one, and so it almost feels wrong to buy the first option on my list. I install it immediately and permit Ms. Green's awareness of it before answering slowly, “Well, Ms. Hatts assigned me to punish Ms. Lia for masturbating in front of my class.”

Ms. Green shifts in her seat, obviously confused. “Why would she ask you to- wait, she what?!”

“A-Against my will!” Ms. Lia quickly explained, but the wide-eyed disbelief on Ms. Green's face is quickly turned on the one who omitted that little detail.

“A-Against your...? That's not how that wor- so he's- that really happened?!”

I'm glad to see them turn on each other, however briefly, as I go ahead and purchase the second option, leaving me with just 5 gems to do fuck-all with. But Ms. Green isn't here to be tricked or get herself fired: I need her to know that what she does or feels isn't right to indulge... and, more importantly, to have no one else bat an eye. To that end, I turn on her personal awareness while leaving off anyone else's for both of her new features.

ERIKA GREEN:
Erotica Excitement
Vicarious Pleasure

Sorry, Ms. Green... but also, you're welcome, Ms. Green. I can already see the effect of the app in the reddening of her pale features and the shallow sighing as she hears Ms. Lia's excuse. It would be near impossible to make Ms. Green not intervene for her fellow teacher's sake, I imagine; I'm just a student, and in truth, it's all pretty fucked up. But Hell, how many teachers would I have to mitigate if Ms. Lia is permitted to keep reaching out for help? I'd have to devise a solution soon... Hell, probably right now.

“Yeah, she sat in that chair and squeezed her breasts at us while moaning... and milking herself,” I slowly explain, my eyes never leaving Ms. Green's as her discomfort grows. “It's why she's such a sticky mess right now.”

“How dare you, you little shit-!”

Hopefully the app gives me more to work with in terms of controlling her attitude, one day. But for now, I have the perfect attitude adjustment: I put my phone in my pocket, but my finger stays ready on my favorite button. With a press, the befuddled Ms. Green is suddenly turning around in shock as she hears a stifled moan from her colleague. Ms. Lia squeezes her tits with the confused enthusiasm only Custom Girls provides, sending new streams of lactation onto the desk in front of her massively overgrown tits... and with the enhanced, targeted pleasure now rippling through Ms. Lia, Ms. Green was caught flat-footed for the sudden surge in her own body.

“Oh fuck-!” Her hand snaps to her mouth as slinks into the tiny chair for support. As I calmly walk over to stand behind Ms. Lia, that chair is now a front-row seat to the show... and Ms. Green's new prison, based on how her knees shake.

“See? She does this all the time now... and I think it's because she needs someone...” I reach my arms around Ms. Lia and hug her tightly... an all-too familiar vice for her, now, but she only barely struggles before I slip my fingers into her blue blouse and begin massaging her breasts. They've kept the same soft, inviting texture despite their absurd volume, and apparently only increased their effect on her with the increase in surface area: her whole body is shaking by the time I've journeyed across their geographies with firm, pressing fingers, and both slowly rise and flop from their prison almost by accident. Each one's engorged nipple spritzes the desk and the floor between her and Ms. Green in lactation. Ms. Lia's moans are matched by the stifled cries of her confused fellow.

Ms. Green's eyes are more fear than ecstasy, however. “What... what is happening... to me...?!”

“Do you feel... pleasure, Ms. Green? Is it because I'm rubbing this horny little Harvard girl's tits in front of you?”

“H-How... how dare... mmhff!” Ms. Lia can't seem to finish sentences once I get to mauling her rack; noted.

Ms. Green is faring little better: not only caught off-guard by the insane pleasure Ms. Lia now suffers, my mere talk is compounding the electricity shooting through her well-dressed body. “That's not... this isn't... possible...?!”

“I think women have bodies that respond in lots of ways to sex or sexual pleasure. I mean, Ms. Lia, your pussy must be so wet right now, right?”

She doesn't respond, of course, because I choose to ask as her body jolts and jerks from the first of several orgasms... and Ms. Green is less prepared to hold her voice back when the same slams into her brain. “Fuck, fuck, fuck-!” Her tight white pants betray her as they begin to show an expanding stain centered between her thighs.

I wasn’t prepared for this go so well, but I take the reins with glee. Let’s see if we can turn this intervention I almost had to deal with into something more... mutually beneficial. “So, Ms. Green, maybe you're just really into seeing that... or maybe you're really into her? Or me? Us?”

Erika's eyes are still struggling to not roll in her head as she comes down from the rush to her groin, a pleasure exacerbated by the busy fingers stuck between trying to cover her wet spot and outright masturbating the problem into a larger one. Watching Ms. Lia lean her head back into me, her tongue lulling out as I persist in my ****, keeps Erika's hands quite busy as her left goes to cup her own chest. “I-I... I have to leave, this isn’t... right, or normal, or-!”

“We won't stop you, Ms. Green, but I do have to report what you're doing to Ms. Hatts.”

Ms. Green’s expression twists with confusion... at least until I give Ms. Lia a good twist and send them both wailing. I'm left praying the halls and classrooms nearby are as empty as they ought to be by now.

“Ms. Hatts was so mad when she heard about Sophia here that she gave her... eh, assigned her to me for the weekend. Once she finds out you tried to interfere... and then masturbated in front of us....”

“I-I can't control... I don't know what's coming over me...!”

Ms. Lia might have found kin in her confusion with that statement, but she was too busy moan-screaming near enough to my ear to make me flinch. “Don't worry Ms. Green: if you just avoid letting this happen again, I won't report it. ” I return the other hand to the trembling English teacher and maul her in earnest. Ms. Green’s hands can’t fight her now, and soon she’s back to touching herself as her breath begins to hitch as I whisper, “Unless... you want to keep watching? Or would you like to help?”

Ms. Green shakes her head violently at that but doesn't move anything but her busy fingers on her privates. “Y-You're... doing this somehow, aren't you...?” Ms. Green is clever... I should have figured she'd catch on quick. But I resist the urge to react and keep fondling my pet while I let Ms. Green stammer, “N-No, then...? I-I'll leave you to it...”

Satisfied, I give Lia’s ear a kiss to reassure her. She only answers in gasps, “Erika, please, talk him out of this...!”

I answer her pleas with my own questions, “Are you... trying to stop me from punishing you?”

Ms. Lia's body locks up in a newfound terror as she realizes the implication here. “N... I... won't ans-” Her fingers leap up to replace mine as her nipples find a new torturer. She howls as she twists and pulls her own nipples, the tugs growing stronger as she continues to fight answering me... but she can do so for only so long. “YES! Fuck you, yes!”

There's the answer I'm looking for. I can imagine quite a few ways to "escalate" my pleasing her as Hatts has authorized, but I want to save the best of them for when I have her alone and without any hope for distractions. I return to squeezing only her right nipple. The left, however, I save for escalation... and curiosity. Without warning, I lift that bountiful meat to her shoulder... and take that generous nipple into my mouth. She gasps and jolts in her chair, but she can do nothing to stop me as I suck with a violent passion. It escapes her with the **** of a small puncture in a hose, and soon I'm gulping milk down in hearty mouthfuls long before its flavor can register in my mind. It's... sort of sweet! Maybe it's all the sugar in those protein bars she's been eating? I've been spotting their wrappers all around her desk and trash. Whatever the cause, the aftertaste is admittedly strange... but in the heat of our arousal, I can't be asked to care. Every drop in my mouth is agonizing pleasure for her... and so I drink eagerly while Ms. Green struggles to muzzle her own ecstatic cry.