Paula the biting teacher
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 24
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copier
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some_dude_guy
Joanna is grimly trudging home, still not fully processing how she’s completely naked in the middle of the street, when she feels a sudden tug on her wrist and hears a familiar, slightly tipsy voice in her ear.
“Oh my goodness, what do we have here?” rings the voice of Paula Needham, Joanna’s longtime neighbor, former English teacher, and all-around pervy trainwreck of a BBW cougar. Her short blonde hair looks like she’s just woken up from a nap or a one night stand, her nice but rumpled clothes have wine and lipstick stains on them, and her huge gaudy cross necklace is dangling loose instead of nestled securely between her G cups like it usually is, but her eyes are clear and focused and staring right at Joanna and her butt. When Joanna looks up into Ms. Needham’s hungry eyes and sees her wicked smile and very white teeth, she realizes just how naked and vulnerable she is.
“Joanie-girl,” Ms. Needham says, her grip tight on Joanna’s wrist as the girl tries to slip away, “we can’t have you walking around in the buff like this, even if it does mean getting to see that yummy booty of yours. Come inside, I insist.”
Ms. Needham’s greater bulk allows her to achieve what Shelly Rose could not, and she bodily drags a resisting Joanna into her house and locks the door shut behind them. This isn’t the first time Joanna’s been trapped in Ms. Needham’s house before—that was when she was 13, and her butt was really starting to grow, and Ms. Needham spent the entirety of their tutoring session kneading and squeezing and kissing and nibbling on her butt cheeks—but it’s the first time she’s started out naked here.
Ms. Needham pulls Joanna to her couch, sits down, and drags the girl on top of her, so Joanna is sprawled out ass-up on her lap. She wastes no time squeezing Joanna’s huge ass, not even interrupting her small talk.
“Now, honey, I don’t know about you, but when I see a girl walking naked down the street with that look on her face, I think to myself, ‘This is a girl’s who’s going through something.’ That sound about right?”
To punctuate the “right,” Ms. Needham smacks Joanna’s ass hard enough to make her yelp. It’s all
Joanna can to do mutter an “uh-huh” in response.
Squeezing Joanna’a butt again, Ms. Needham sighs and pats the girl’s head. “You want to talk about it?” she asks.
“Not really,” Joanna says, her voice slightly muffled by the older woman’s belly fat. She gasps, not entirely in displeasure, as Ms. Needham kisses her butt.
“Oh, you liked that?” Ms. Needham asks. Joanna nods, and she kisses her ass some more, squeezing and massaging and caressing it as well. “It’s been too long since I got to play with your butt, Joanie-girl,” the teacher muses. “I keep thinking about you in that spanking booth …”
“God, don’t remind me,” Joanna says, surprised at her own comfort. “Like, you could’ve told me it was a long shift, and I could have been ready for it, you know? Then maybe you wouldn’t have had to strap me in there with my butt hanging out!”
Joanna and Paula share a laugh, punctuated by several hearty smacks to Joanna’s ass and, is that honestly a moan coming from her? Ms. Needham notices the girl’s reaction and answers. “I think that was part of the fun, you know. Plus, if you hadn’t been strapped in, do you think you’d have stuck around for what some of the boys—and girls too, let’s be honest—did to you?”
“I had to get tested, you know!” Joanna says, looking back at her teacher, who is having a blast playing with her butt like this. “Christ almighty, I had so many people sticking their dicks and I-don’t-know-what’s in me, it’s a miracle I didn’t catch something. And I never got to see them, because you didn’t give me a mirror! You know what it’s like hearing some girl giggling behind you and feeling something go up your butt and knowing you have to go to school with whoever just did that to you?”
“Or how about,” Ms. Needham interrupts, “hearing your teacher’s voice, feeling her squirt condiments on you, feeling her lick them off, and then feeling her teeth, just like …”
Where “this” would go, Ms. Needham instead just bites Joanna’s ass hard, hard enough to break the skin, hard enough to tear off a small piece. Joanna screams, just a little, and looks back to see her teacher chew and swallow a bite out of her ass. Then she follows Ms. Needham’s gaze down and watches her butt heal itself before their eyes. Even Ms. Needham is shocked.
“Oh. That was … faster than it used to be,” she says.
“Used to?!” demands Joanna.
“Well, it used to take almost a whole day when someone bit your butt. Even at the spanking booth you still had some bite marks in you when I had my turn! This is … wow, I wonder how fast you can heal?”
Joanna looks at Ms. Needham, sees the gears turning behind her glasses, and says …
“Oh my goodness, what do we have here?” rings the voice of Paula Needham, Joanna’s longtime neighbor, former English teacher, and all-around pervy trainwreck of a BBW cougar. Her short blonde hair looks like she’s just woken up from a nap or a one night stand, her nice but rumpled clothes have wine and lipstick stains on them, and her huge gaudy cross necklace is dangling loose instead of nestled securely between her G cups like it usually is, but her eyes are clear and focused and staring right at Joanna and her butt. When Joanna looks up into Ms. Needham’s hungry eyes and sees her wicked smile and very white teeth, she realizes just how naked and vulnerable she is.
“Joanie-girl,” Ms. Needham says, her grip tight on Joanna’s wrist as the girl tries to slip away, “we can’t have you walking around in the buff like this, even if it does mean getting to see that yummy booty of yours. Come inside, I insist.”
Ms. Needham’s greater bulk allows her to achieve what Shelly Rose could not, and she bodily drags a resisting Joanna into her house and locks the door shut behind them. This isn’t the first time Joanna’s been trapped in Ms. Needham’s house before—that was when she was 13, and her butt was really starting to grow, and Ms. Needham spent the entirety of their tutoring session kneading and squeezing and kissing and nibbling on her butt cheeks—but it’s the first time she’s started out naked here.
Ms. Needham pulls Joanna to her couch, sits down, and drags the girl on top of her, so Joanna is sprawled out ass-up on her lap. She wastes no time squeezing Joanna’s huge ass, not even interrupting her small talk.
“Now, honey, I don’t know about you, but when I see a girl walking naked down the street with that look on her face, I think to myself, ‘This is a girl’s who’s going through something.’ That sound about right?”
To punctuate the “right,” Ms. Needham smacks Joanna’s ass hard enough to make her yelp. It’s all
Joanna can to do mutter an “uh-huh” in response.
Squeezing Joanna’a butt again, Ms. Needham sighs and pats the girl’s head. “You want to talk about it?” she asks.
“Not really,” Joanna says, her voice slightly muffled by the older woman’s belly fat. She gasps, not entirely in displeasure, as Ms. Needham kisses her butt.
“Oh, you liked that?” Ms. Needham asks. Joanna nods, and she kisses her ass some more, squeezing and massaging and caressing it as well. “It’s been too long since I got to play with your butt, Joanie-girl,” the teacher muses. “I keep thinking about you in that spanking booth …”
“God, don’t remind me,” Joanna says, surprised at her own comfort. “Like, you could’ve told me it was a long shift, and I could have been ready for it, you know? Then maybe you wouldn’t have had to strap me in there with my butt hanging out!”
Joanna and Paula share a laugh, punctuated by several hearty smacks to Joanna’s ass and, is that honestly a moan coming from her? Ms. Needham notices the girl’s reaction and answers. “I think that was part of the fun, you know. Plus, if you hadn’t been strapped in, do you think you’d have stuck around for what some of the boys—and girls too, let’s be honest—did to you?”
“I had to get tested, you know!” Joanna says, looking back at her teacher, who is having a blast playing with her butt like this. “Christ almighty, I had so many people sticking their dicks and I-don’t-know-what’s in me, it’s a miracle I didn’t catch something. And I never got to see them, because you didn’t give me a mirror! You know what it’s like hearing some girl giggling behind you and feeling something go up your butt and knowing you have to go to school with whoever just did that to you?”
“Or how about,” Ms. Needham interrupts, “hearing your teacher’s voice, feeling her squirt condiments on you, feeling her lick them off, and then feeling her teeth, just like …”
Where “this” would go, Ms. Needham instead just bites Joanna’s ass hard, hard enough to break the skin, hard enough to tear off a small piece. Joanna screams, just a little, and looks back to see her teacher chew and swallow a bite out of her ass. Then she follows Ms. Needham’s gaze down and watches her butt heal itself before their eyes. Even Ms. Needham is shocked.
“Oh. That was … faster than it used to be,” she says.
“Used to?!” demands Joanna.
“Well, it used to take almost a whole day when someone bit your butt. Even at the spanking booth you still had some bite marks in you when I had my turn! This is … wow, I wonder how fast you can heal?”
Joanna looks at Ms. Needham, sees the gears turning behind her glasses, and says …
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