The Joys of Learning

[BlackAkuma]

Leila was a bully. Muriel flagged that about her, right away. She had dealt with more than enough children like her when she was an educator, to the point where she could spot them with only a few words. She had all the hallmarks of a woman who was accustomed to shoving her weight around to get what she wanted. The physique, the posture, those crude mannerisms. No doubt, she thought that she could bulldoze over Muriel the same way she did with everyone else. That she would simply kowtow to her exuberant presence.

Not so. Muriel would have none of it.

In the next hour or so, her patience was tested in a way that it had not been in a good while. To call Ms. Johnson unruly would be nothing short of the highest understatement - while she wasn’t the most difficult person she’d ever taught, she was a stronger contender for the highest spots, and certainly in the top five. Combative for no reason, more stubborn than a mule and equally unpleasant to be around, she tested Muriel at every point. Somehow, she felt as if the woman ended the lesson knowing less about the Japanese language than she had when they started.

It all left Muriel feeling, in a word, flabbergasted, and near the end of her strained rope when Ms. Johnson threw out her latest insult. Someone should have told her that such taunts lost their potency after a while.

She barely reacted to being called a ‘bitch’, long past caring about the invective. The notion that only one of them had a life was enough to make her scoff, however, and reply with some venom of her own. ”’Some of us’? And you consider yourself part of that ‘some’?” She leaned back in her chair and cast a skeptical eye towards her ‘student’. ”By all means, tell me about the exciting life you have in a city where you can’t even properly order food, much less talk to anyone and have a conversation.” She canted her head to the side, just a tilt. ”Not that I can imagine many would be willing to talk to you, regardless.”

[Darius 2.0]

When it came to riling up people, it was safe to say there were not many people as good at it as Leila. While it could be just as fun to start a fight herself, there was something particularly satisfying about provoking someone into taking that first swing. The justifiable act of self-defense made it so much sweeter for Leila when she took someone down. She had lost count of the amount of people who thought silence her smack talk with some sloppy punch or slap, only to end up flat on the ground with her posing over their unconscious body.

Ms. Spencer, it seemed, was a tougher nut to crack than her previous targets. Despite Leila heaping insult upon insult, the blonde maintained her frustratingly calm demeanor, not taking the bait like the bully thought she would. She just kept trying to teach Leila like the boring loser that she was. God, how could someone so hot wind up with such a stick up her ass?

It was only when Spencer bit back with an insult of her own that Leila finally looked up from her phone, glancing at the woman curiously. Well, the bitch had a bit more bite to her it seemed. That was more than she could say of most of her teachers.

"Oh?" Leila would say with a devious smile. "You wanna see what I get up to on my nights out?" It would be then that Leila would stand up from her seat across the Ms. Spencer. She would saunter over to the seated blonde, her movements careful and purposeful, and once she was close enough, she would place her hands on the arm rests of Ms. Spencer's chair and lean over her. Not only would their faces get very close to each other but from this angle Ms. Spencer would have an unobstructed view down Leila's impressive cleavage! "You know, I just might enjoy showing you," Leila would purr, her tone suddenly taking on a more seductive tone. "You might enjoy me showing you too..."

[BlackAkuma]

One of the hardest lessons Muriel learned as an educator was that, sometimes, there was simply no solution to a problem. Sometimes, you couldn't get through to a student. Sometimes, you have to know when to quit.

She had butted her head up against that particular wall more times than she cared to count in her career, and had learned the lesson through hard experience. Ms. Johnson was far from the first person to test her patience in such a way, though she was uniquely gifted at it. No, she had been pushed before, and while she always tried her level best, she had come to know a lost cause when she saw one.

Yes. She was definitely at that point with Ms. Johnson.

She was about to tell the woman that their time had come to an end, when she abruptly stood up and made her way over to Muriel’s side. The ex-teacher raised an eyebrow as the buxom beauty loomed large over her, leading with her prodigious chest. Despite herself, she couldn't help but stare at the impressive pair for a hot, fleeting moment before she adjusted glasses and stood, doing her best to look anywhere but Ms. Johnson’s chest along the way.

”I strongly doubt that, Ms. Johnson.” She put a firm hand on the woman’s shoulder and pushed her back. ”Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve endured enough of your inane silliness for one night. It’s time for you to leave.”

[Darius 2.0]

Leila was very used to getting what she wanted, but when it came to getting it, she had more options at her disposal than just force. Granted, squeezing some poor unfortunate between her thighs until they pleaded for mercy was still the most fun, she found that making use of her feminine charms also had also had its benefits. Sometimes a bit of pointed flirting, a wiggle of her hips or a look down her shirt accomplished just as much as a punch when it came to getting her way.

At first glance, it seemed like those kinds of tactics wouldn't work on a stickler like Muriel Spencer. Despite her alluring appearance, everything about the woman screamed 'I hate to have fun'. At least, that's what Leila had originally thought. But now as she loomed over the seated teacher, she caught the quickest of glances down to her swaying cleavage, and was now trying to look anywhere but there. It made Leila smile triumphantly, because she remembered one of the first things Ms. Spencer did when she had greeted her at the door was look her chest. It was a small, brief moment but it told Leila all she needed to know.

When Ms. Spencer tried to get up from her seat, Leila would place her hand on the woman's shoulder to shove her back down into it! Not too rough, but not to gentle either. "Maybe I don't want to leave yet," Leila would purr huskily. "Maybe things are finally getting interesting around here."

With Muriel back in her chair, Leila would suddenly move herself onto the chair her tutor was currently occupying! Her thick thighs would straddle both side of Ms. Spencer's hips and she would rest her plump behind on the woman's lap, docking their lower bodies together in a very intimate way! With Leila on top of the teacher, she ensured she wouldn't be getting up very easily. Meanwhile, she would rest hands upon the blonde's shoulders while looking down at her with a predatory, almost hungry gaze.

Needless to say, this new position also had Leila's chest closer to Muriel's face than it ever had been before!

[BlackAkuma]

Muriel wasn’t stupid. Though she could, perhaps, be a touch naive at times, especially when it came to people in the current generation, she was savvy enough to know when someone was trying to mess with her, trying to fluster her. After all, she had shared a ring with Anesthesia, the undisputed queen of sexual innuendos. This was old hat.

But knowing that Ms. Johnson sought to raise her hackles didn’t mean she could counter it, which was all the more reason to remove the woman from the premises. Before she realized the effect she was having on Muriel. Before she took advantage of the situation.

Alas, it was too late.

”What are you-” Muriel gasped as she was forced into the chair, pressed down by Ms. Johnson’s strong hand. Despite being the shorter woman between them, the woman had no shortage of strength and knew how to apply it. Muriel, however, was no weakling, and moved to push her way up…

..right until the moment Leila sat on her lap. Her body stiffened at the sudden, invasive touch, the feel of heated skin in her lap, the hot breath blowing over her face, those breasts hovering so close, so tantalizing. The sheer audacity was stunning, but the sensation kept her in suspended animation, as so many of her fantasies came true all at once.

Her hands rose without even thinking, finding Ms. Johnson’s plush, pleasing buttocks and grasping the supple flesh, and a moan came unbidden through her throat. Her voice came out as a whisper, and she looked up at Ms. Johnson with growing lust, as something primal began to well up within her. ”Ms. Johnson, this is…” She pulled Leila in, inch by inch. ”This is most improper.”

[Darius 2.0]

Rather than dissuade Leila by giving her that push, the bully was only further encouraged to push the limits of this little tutoring session, namely by skipping the tutoring part all together. Leila seated herself atop Muriel's lap like it was the most natural thing in the world, their two bodies now as close as they had ever been. If effectively stopped Ms. Spencer from trying to get up, pinning her to the chair underneath Leila. True, if the blonde really wanted Leila off, giving her a hard enough shove should do it. Balance was tricky in this position.

Except that Muriel didn't push Leila away. From her perch atop the woman, Leila watched amused as the teacher when through a range of emotions. At first she looked stunned, alarmed even at Leila's audacity, which was not entirely surprising. But then, something else seemed to come over the woman. It was if she was waging some inner conflict with herself, trying desperately not to give into the urges Leila knew she had. But with Leila pressing her thicc, soft flesh against her while her skirt rode up her legs, exposing just a bit of her white cotton panties, the bully knew that would be a losing battle.

SHe was proven right when Muriel suddenly reached under her skirt and grabbed two handfuls of her cheeks! Leila let out a heated moan in response to her booty being squeezed between the woman's fingers, an almost electric shock running up her spine. Well, that was surprisingly bold of the blonde! Not such a stickler for the rules after all. Was there perhaps more to Ms. Spencer than meets the eye?

"I know," Leila would pant, a red hue on her cheeks as she looked down at Muriel with hungry eyes. "That's what makes it so fun." The thicc girl would then reach down for her shirt, and with deliberate slowness, would begin undoing the buttons which only barely held back her ample breasts. When the last button was undone, Leila's breasts would spill forth like a bursting dam, right before the eyes of the flustered teacher. "Kiss them," she all but ordered Muriel, pointing directly at her chest with an inviting grin. "Be 'inappropriate' with me..."

[BlackAkuma]

Inappropriate. Indefensible. A complete and utter betrayal of her trust as an educator, betraying the role of teacher to student. It was dirty, irresponsible, and she should’ve been ashamed of her.

And she was. Which made it all so much more satisfying.

When Leila let out that scandalous moan, it reverberated through Muriel’s body and sent a shiver running up her spine. Toes curled. Her fine hairs stood on end. A lewd, lustful smile slipped its way along her face, as something sinful took hold from the corner of her mind. The part of her that she kept in the shadows, for special occasions. The side of her that only came out in fetish clubs and special matches. The woman who traded in rulers for paddles, and apples for ballgags.

Hello, Ms. Johnson. Mistress Spencer would like to have a word with you.

She looked on with a curious, longing gaze as Ms. Johnson undid the buttons of her shirt, one by one, milking the moment for all it was worth. It wasn’t as if the garment was doing much to keep her ample bust contained, but even so, seeing them come forth in all their luscious glory was a sight to behold. Muriel hardly had to be told to bring her lips to such delectable flesh, but the invitation was appreciated, nonetheless.

One kiss. Soft, slight, right on the center of her left breast. Then another, lower. A lick. Another. Another still, longer, circling around her the aeorola, teasing the tender flesh. A flick of the tongue on the nipple, before she took it all in her mouth and suckled.

Muriel brought a practiced, precise tongue Ms. Johnson’s chest - while her mindset might have been changing, her attention to detail, her fastidiousness, went nowhere. She gave the girl’s breasts proper attention and stimulated her at a steady pace, all while she began to work her way up, higher and higher, until her lips found Ms. Johnson’s neck.

”Such a naughty girl, Ms. Johnson. Undisciplined.” Her hot breath ran over the woman’s neck, before her tongue lashed out and marked her territory. ”Whatever am I going to do with you?”

Down below, Muriel’s hips rose and fell, starting a steady grind with Ms. Johnson’s ample ass, as her fingers dug into the succulent flesh with an increasingly possessive grip.

[Darius 2.0]

Leila had to admit, this was not a direction she had expected the evening to turn to. Then again, she hadn't been expecting her tutor to be so damn attractive either. Obviously she had no intention of actually doing some studying when she had showed up to Ms. Spencer's place, planning on just annoying the woman until she became fed up with her. This however......this wasn't a bad outcome at all. If she was going to spend spend her evening here, she might as well get something out of it that wasn't a language lesson.

Ms. Spencer responded well enough to Leila's instructions. In fact, the blonde was all too eager once she had exposed her breasts to her. Whatever internal conflict Muriel was having was seemingly resolved, and a whole new side of her emerged, one that was eager to sample the bounty that Leila had presented her!

As those warm lips found their way to Leila's cleavage, the schoolgirl bully let out a breathy sigh of satisfaction, her heart racing in her chest as the teacher went to work. Each kiss that pressed against her boobs was placed with tenderness and precision, each one finding just right spot to send an a wave of pleasure to her very core. And that tongue - fuck, that tongue! It teased at her nipples with an expert's care, making the heat rise to Leila's cheeks and a moan escape her quivering lips!

As those skillful lips traced a path up her neck, Leila herself would begin to grind herself against Ms. Spencer's lap as she sat upon it, doing so almost at the exact same time the teacher would against her! The friction of their bodies rubbing together began to build a fire in Leila's loins, further fueling her passion and causing her to bite the bottom of her lip!

[BlackAkuma]

Muriel savored every touch with Ms. Johnson. Every grind. Every heated breath.

Rogue though she was, there was no denying that the young lady’s body was delectable. ‘Thicc’, was the word that the young folk of the day used, if she was correct, and while she didn’t care much for current trends, this was one she could wholeheartedly get behind. Those pounding hips felt divine against her lap and she could see herself getting lost in the valley of Ms. Johnson’s breasts. So much flesh. So many possibilities.

There was a time when she would’ve been horrified to see herself in such a situation, when she would’ve thought of this scenario as nothing more than fanfiction prepared by a feeble, febrile mind, but those days had long since passed. The world could see her one way, but here in the shadows, she could indulge.

And indulge, she did. She took Ms. Johnson’s moan as her own personal trophy, a clear sign that her ministrations were having an effect on this ravenous youth, and the thought spurred her own as she went to higher altitude and sought greater prizes. First the neck, then the chin, then those blushing cheeks, with the ultimate goal being so near.

Her skirt road up with every thrust, and so only their thin undergarments kept their most intimate places apart - a barrier that would be removed in due course. But not before Muriel had her fill. Not before she tasted those sweet lips.

She moved in, inch by inch, so close she could taste the woman’s breath on her tongue. Her heartbeat beat like a triphammer as their chests pressed together. The heat, the smell, the sweat.

”Yes, yes. I want you.” She whispered in husky tones. ”Ms. Welsh…”

…oh, dear.

[Darius 2.0]

What had started as a real drag of an evening was quickly becoming something Leila could work with! Her so-called tutor, enraptured by Leila's raw sexuality, dove right into the bounty that Leila was gracious enough to provide her, with all principals and boundaries being thrown right out the window! It wasn't surprising. Leila was used to wrapping people like Muriel around her little finger. Her hypnotic booty got her out of more than just parking tickets.

Moaning as Ms. Spencer traveled up her neck with her tender kisses, Leila continued to grind against the woman's lap, her cheeks still firmly grasped by the teacher underneath her skirt. Spencer was getting close her lips now. So close she could feel each hot breath waft against her cheeks, sending a tingle through her very being. They were so close her lips now. One more inch and-

Wait.

What?

Leila's closed eyes slowly opened as realization washed over her. In a jerk reaction, Leila would pull herself back from Ms. Spencer, breaking the woman's lip lock on her tender skin to look at her in bewilderment. Their eyes met, and in that second, Leila confirmed what the blonde had already realized herself. Muriel had called out a different name in the middle of their make out session!

"What. The. Fuck?" she growled through gritted teeth. The sexual build up that had been gaining momentum within her started to be replaced with a rising anger, her eyes widening to glare daggers down at the blonde. "Did you really just do that? Did you really just call out someone else's fucking name?!"

Leila's hand would then lash out with speed in an attempt to yank on Ms. Spencer's hair! If she managed that, she would use to to hold the older woman's head in place, forcing her to look only at Leila. This would also perhaps make it dawn on Ms. Spencer how dangerous her situation was becoming...