Schoolgirl [Mf]

Graduation was last week so technically, she wasn't his student anymore.

Aly was kind of banking on that fact to finally sway Mr. Hale into fucking her. If that didn't work, then hopefully her outfit would. There was a dress code for female students — nothing low cut, nothing too short, basically nothing remotely fun — but now that she was five days removed from high school, Aly didn't have to adhere to that bullshit. So she wore a white sundress with only a white lace thong underneath. It was perfect. The material was thin, gauzy and a size too small for her already-slender frame. At five-foot-four, she was quite fit with an impossibly narrow waist that that appeared even tinier in comparison to her almost unnaturally perky D-cup breasts.

Aly wet her glossy, pink lips as she entered the high school with her yearbook, thinking about all the teasing she'd endured from the popular girls because of her ample chest. Once popular herself, she'd been shunned for sleeping with some girl's crush. In the boy's locker room. Aly remembered the day she'd gone into first period English and seen the awful words scrawled on the whiteboard: ALY B. SUCKED DICK TO PAY FOR IMPLANTS. She'd clenched her jaw and erased it only to sit and have someone rewrite it. Of course, when Mr. Hale came in, he'd furiously swiped it off the board in one motion and demanded to know the culprit, threatening to rescind the grading curve on the last test that everyone failed if no one came forth. No one did and Mr. Hale went through with his promise, causing several kids to flunk the semester and blame Aly for it.

"Aly, if they're real, show us," Matt the stupid wrestler kid taunted her. "Stand over there and do some jumping jacks or some — "

"Matt," Mr. Hale interrupted. "Don't let me hear you say another word for the rest of the period. Better yet, keep your mouth shut for the rest of the year. I'm sure we won't miss out on anything important."

The class went oooooh and it was silent for another minute when:

"Aly, let me squeeze them and judge for my — "

"Matt, shut the fuck up before I throw you out of my class."

With that, the room fell silent. And from that day on, Aly was in love.

Or rather, lust. It wasn't hard to be. Mr. Hale was the token young, hot teacher. He was easygoing but firm when he had to be and after school, could be seen looking painfully hot in athletics gear, coaching varsity soccer. He was a total good-boy professional type, but there was a rumor that Miss Linde, the hot P.E teacher/former Dallas Cowboys cheerleader, pushed him into the faculty bathroom one afternoon and started rubbing his dick. Someone walked in and she was fired shortly after, "for unspecified reasons," but another rumor had it that Mr. Hale was beyond well endowed.

Aly was beyond curious about this.

So she spent the majority of senior year eyeing his package, trying to catch even the slightest outline of his cock. Fourth period study hall was comprised of just him, her and a bunch of weird band kids who huddled together and acted really deep while "composing," so she had plenty of time to pull a bunch of dirty little stunts in attempts to get him hard. I mean how else was she to ever know if he was hung like a moose? If gorgeous Miss Linde couldn't even convince him to let her suck his dick, how much of a chance would she have to seduce him into a student-teacher affair?

At first, she started small — brushing her chest against him, accidentally grazing his package, stretching really dramatically so that when she let her arms back down, her tits jiggled in her shirt. But that didn't work because while the jiggly-tit stretch did get Mr. Hale's attention, he simply stopped looking at her after it. He knew better.

So she later upped the ante, wearing a long cardigan all day until getting to Mr. Hale's study hall, at which point she shed the sweater, leaving herself in a tight white tank top and flimsy cloth shorts.

"You want me to what?" the spastic band kid that stared at her most was in awe of her request that afternoon.

"Fill that giant water bottle of yours all the way and spill it on me. Like, all over me. I'm not going to get you in trouble. If you want the truth, I just want Mr. Hale to see my tits so he'll get hard in class." Whatever, he wasn't going to tell anyone but his weird friends who only spoke to each other.

"But – but how do you want me to do that?"

"Be creative," Aly said. And with that, she sat at her desk right in front of Mr. Hale. Within five minutes, she heard a, "Shoot — sorry!" and felt a cold shower coming from right above her. She yelped in true shock. What the hell, dude! She hadn't told the kid to pour the water all over her frickin' head.

"Holy shit, her tits," she heard one of the other kids murmured, indicating that at least the stunt worked. She was sitting in front of Mr. Hale with no bra and a wet white T-shirt clinging to her enormous breasts, which shook for him as she shivered violently from the cold. She sat frozen, breathing raggedly with her mouth wide open in shock. Upon lifting her gaze to Mr. Hale, she found his eyes glued to her chest, watching it rise and fall dramatically, her small pink nipples like hard candy as they poked through the sopping wet cotton.

"Heya, Hale, question for ya — whoa." Interrupting obliviously was Coach Murphy, the varsity football coach known for looking up the cheerleaders' skirts. Notoriously unprofessional, he froze at the doorway upon spotting Aly, his unabashed staring breaking Mr. Hale from his trance.

"Murph. Murph!" He tried to get his attention but eventually had to stand up and snap his fingers in front of Coach's eyes to get him to stop gawking at Aly's tits. Start crying, she told herself as she saw Mr. Hale's attention diverting from her.

"Oh my God, I'm so embarrassed," she gasped, feigning shame as she grabbed her breasts to cover herself up. Wrapping her fingers around her swollen mounds, she essentially groped herself, pushing her wet tits up out of her shirt and popping Coach Murphy's eyes wide open.

"Hey, uh, you need some help, sweetheart? You want me to bring you to the nurse's office?" Coach asked, not bothering to hide his big, horny grin. Aly suppressed a smile when Mr. Hale gave a violent nudge, prompting Coach to say, "Hey, she's technically of age."

"Okay, that's enough – hey, Aly, let's get you out of this room, alright? Come on, follow me," Mr. Hale said hastily, flashing Coach a death look on his way out the door. "Let's take you to the locker room so you can get changed, okay?"

"Okay," Aly whimpered, looking deliberately pathetic as she walked past Coach, water dripping from her chin down to her cleavage.

"Hey, Aly, stop by my office after school, alright? I'm always good for a pep talk, sweetheart," Coach said on her way out, making sure to squeeze her shoulders and give her an encouraging shake. Though of course, he had ulterior motives and they were clear as Aly stalked out of the classroom, her tits jiggling mercilessly.

Mr. Hale struggled not to look. "I'm so sorry about what just happened in there. Including what happened with Coach — that was completely unacceptable."

Aly played dumb. "What? I didn't even notice, I'm still so shaken." As they walked the empty halls, Aly plotted her next move. I know. Tugging her shirt down quickly so Mr. Hale wouldn't see, she gave herself a little oopsie. A nip slip. As the air conditioning hit her bare skin, Aly felt an enormous thrill coursing through her veins, eventually settling between her thighs. Her pussy pulsed with desire as she then walked side-by-side with Mr. Hale, waiting for him to look over, notice her naked breast and then muster up the courage to face a rather awkward conversation, since they still had a ways to go before reaching the locker room. Tossing her wet blonde hair over her shoulders, Aly arched her back, honest to God turning herself on with how luscious her exposed tit looked popping out in the middle of the halls, her nipple standing up like a little pink top hat and her smooth, tanned skin all shiny and wet.

Come on, Mr. Hale, Aly begged silently, sidling up closer to him. Look at my tits. Please, just look at them.

To be continued…

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/3eyt65/schoolgirl_mf