The Joys of Learning

[BlackAkuma]

…so it was fair to say that, perhaps, Muriel had some issues regarding her former student. This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. Granted, it had never happened in such an embarrassing way before, but there had more than a few private instances where her pinning for Ms. Welsh came up, unbidden and unwanted. She had, perhaps, had a few dreams of a lewd nature, one that required nightly relief. And there was the time she paid a session wrestler to dress up in a schoolgirl outfit and put on a red wig. Not something she was particularly proud of. Maybe, just maybe, she sometimes looked up fanfictions that shipped her with Ms. Welsh and read them in private. Repeatedly.

But she had her feelings under control, could keep that fire quelched…or so she had thought, up until the second-hottest woman in a schoolgirl outfit she’d ever see decided to give her a lap dance. It brought out certain feelings, and well…

Muriel cringed and winced, as Ms. Johnson’s gaze switched from unbridled lust to seething anger. Rightfully so. She shifted against the woman’s lap, her body still instinctively seeking pleasure, but her groping hands rose up in defense. ”Okay, I know that sounds bad, but-”

Ms. Johnson didn’t give her the chance to finish her explanation, though Muriel doubted it would have made a difference, either way. She yelped as the woman yanked her hair back, pulling it with such ruthless force that the ex-teacher thought she might tear out a clump.

”Ms. Johnson, Ms. Johnson!” She hissed and reached up to vainly prise at the grip, while her face twisted and stretched. ”Leila, I’m sorry! Let go, let go!”

[Darius 2.0]

Leila couldn't remember a time she had felt this angry. The bully was more used to provoking the anger of others with her sharp tongue, always managing to keep her own temper under control. Now though? After enjoying a steamy make out session with the older woman only for her to call out the name of someone else entirely? Leila was furious to say the least. Worse than that, she was humiliated. Being able to touch, let alone kiss, a gorgeous woman like herself was probably the highlight of Muriel's entire life, and this bitch had the audacity to to think about someone else in that moment?

"Oh, now you remember my name, huh?" Leila snarled, gripping her hand tightly on the fistful of blonde hair she had grabbed. The hands that once groped her ass with such passion now desperately clung at her wrist, but Leila's grasp would not be lessened. If anything, she grasped that clump of hair tighter.

"Just when you were finally getting interesting, you go and pull this shit?" Leila growled. "What? You don't think I'm hot enough? You need to think about some other slut to get off?!"

Leila would not give Ms. Spencer the opportunity to answer, for the next thing she would do is use that grip she had on her blonde hair to pull the woman directly into her chest! Leila's bare breasts would envelop Muriel's face, surrounding the woman on all sides of her head, effectively forming an airtight seal around her! It was a sudden and expertly applied breast smother, one Leila would make near impossible to escape by wrapping her arms around the back of the teacher's head, allowing her to hug her deep into her cleavage!