Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Naive Teacher In Winston by potatoHead42 Naive Teacher In Winston Ch. 12a Busty homeless helper and vibrating massage. Day 14 - Morning ***** Early Morning - Home Lana Cox wakes up feeling something hard between her legs. Confusedly, the beautiful young teacher looks underneath the blanket and realizes she fell asleep mid-masturbation. She is naked from the waist down with a blue dildo lodged halfway between her plump thighs. In a panic, she glances at her ginger-haired fiancee, asleep beside her. She sighs deeply. 'Phew... Dens didn't notice it. That would have been so embarrassing.' - she thinks. Discreetly, she picks up the sex object and wipes it down. Satisfied, she places it back in its hiding spot at the back of the second drawer of her bedside table. Lana puts her shorts on and gets up to shower. She looks at her sleeping future-husband and smiles. Dennis Laywood is tall, around 6'2, with nice ginger hair, fair skin, a boyishly handsome face, and lovely caramel eyes. In another universe, he could have been an athlete. Still, his current lanky and out-of-shape build would discourage anyone from thinking that. 'He's been so supportive lately. And adventurous. I am glad we moved here.' - she thinks lovingly, a wide smile on her flawless face. 'I can't wait to get married.' - she squeals excitedly. The brunette walks to the bathroom, momentarily stopping in front of the closet mirror to admire her curvaceous 5'3 tall body. She does a little spin, and her voluptuous 38DD breasts jiggle underneath her pajama top. She giggles at the arousing sight. She wipes the sleep off her large green eyes and undresses in the bathroom. She turns to admire her shapely butt, toned and thick, a boner-inducing vision to most men (and some women). Lana hops in the shower and starts to clean herself. She stops when she gets to her cooch. 'Hmm... she's getting a little bit hairy. Should I shave her?' - she reflects, running her hand through her brown pubic hair. 'Ah, she can probably wait. It's not like anyone is going to see her today. Besides, even if they did, she seems fine.' - she decides, admiring her tight, hungry, and pink pussy. After the shower, she wears a pink cotton bra and matching panties, ordinarily dull. She decides on a pair of blue leggings and a pink floral top for her outfit, ideal for a casual Sunday setting. Admiring her pink toenails, she again decides on a pair of open-toed flats but tan-colored this time. Suddenly, she receives a message on her phone. * Blip, blip! Blip, blip! * Message -- 7:30 am -- Jim Rouge * Jim - Hi, Miss Lana. Meet us at 10:30 at the town square. We will be setting up our booth! * Lana - Of course! Cannot wait! * Jim - See you there! The buxom teacher smiles, happy to be able to help her students with their projects. Back in the bedroom, she doesn't find Dennis. Instead, she hears some noises coming from the kitchen. 'He must be preparing breakfast. Yay!' - she squeals, skipping happily to the living room. ***** "Morning, babe!" - Dennis says as his lovely betrothed walks in. "Morning, hun!" - she replies with a big smile. She makes her way to him, and they exchange a quick peck on the lips. "You smell amazing. I love your shampoo!" - he says adoringly. "I know you do. It is vanilla coconut!" - she beams. She sniffs the air; something is baking in the oven. "And what are you cooking?" "There is some bacon in the oven. I'm thinking pancakes. Maybe some fruit, too." - he explains. "Sounds yummy." - she fawns over him. "It will be, but I barely started." - he admits. He grimaces, thinking of all the effort ahead. "Let me help, you silly carrot." - she says and pinches his cute butt playfully. As they cook, they chat about the previous night. "Sorry again about that. Not sure what happened." - the ginger fiancee says awkwardly, referencing the fact he couldn't get up during their adult time. "It is okay, Dens. I will fix it." - she says obstinately. "What do you mean?" - he asks, unsure of what she has in mind. "You will see!" - she says boastfully. 'I will get lots of practice, and then I'll surprise him. He'll be blown away!' - she thinks, proud of her plan. "If you say so." - he shrugs, deciding not to pry any further. Sometimes Lana could be quite a confusing nut to crack, but he got used to it after being together for so long. 'I will ask Mary if she has other ideas too. She must have some experience with this.' - she decides in her head. Dennis concentrates on the food while his future-wife hums a happy tune. "Last night got a little crazy, right?" - he chuckles, breaking the silence. "True. Your coworkers are a wild bunch." - she says, chopping some melons and strawberries. "Don't even get me started... I'm still getting used to it. So much drinking too. Ugh." - he says, pressing his temples, feeling the tiniest of headaches. "Too much. But I am happy that I became part of the team." - she says. 'It was a great idea to fool around with the guys. In the end, they all admitted me into the team. Even Lucius. I have to thank Mary for coming up with the games. They helped.' "Me too, babe. We need to have friends around here." - he says, stirring the pancake mix. "We have so many now! But some of them might be too much." - she giggles. 'They always try to grope, tease, or see me naked. I'm glad Dens doesn't mind... he's so confident and trustful now. There's no arguing that.' - she thinks, recalling other men who would have gotten more upset at their friend's advances. "Yep... but so is your friend, Mary!" - he adds, and they both laugh. "I know. Mary is so forward. And beautiful too." - Lana says, thinking back to her friend touching herself while Paul humped her ass. 'Ah! I should ask him about that...' "Mary must be a handful for Lucius. But she also seems like a good partner." - he says, and she nods. "Not as good as us!" - she sends him a kiss while arranging the fruits in bowls with some fat-free Greek yogurt. "Speaking of handful...." "Hm? What is it?" - he asks, taking the bait. He starts to cook the pancakes now. "Guys seem obsessed with my backdoor. Even Paul." - she says nonchalantly. "Your backdoor?" - he chuckles uncomfortably. Dennis feels a stir in his pants at the thought of her juicy butt. "Um-hum! I did not know you men were so interested in anuses." - she says, trying to measure his response. 'Let's see what Dens thinks...' "Well... I guess it's a thing for some." - he replies, trying to sound uninterested. Dennis would love to play with any part of her, but he is too chicken to say that out loud. He knows he will get it all once they are married, as Lana will do anything for him. He just needs to have patience. "You are not like that. Right, hun?" - she asks curiously. "Of c-course n-not, babe." - he stammers, trying to distract himself by concentrating on the food making. 'Hmm, that's what he keeps saying. Maybe the others are into it because their partners were experienced?' - she ponders. "We were always taught the anus was gross." - the busty brunette says. "Yeah, it's not something that came up in our old community." - he agrees. "Exit only, as they say." - he chuckles awkwardly. "Oh, so you do not think it is sex when you use it?" - Lana asks curiously. "Well, we were told it's not made for that. So I'm not sure. Maybe not." - he says, focusing on perfecting his pancakes to fully capture what she means. "Agree, I do not think so either. And do you think it would hurt?" - she pries. "Probably? Who cares?" - he says dismissively, his mind elsewhere. 'Dens is right. That is what lube is for. Can't forget that.' - she reflects. "Babe, why all these questions?" - he asks, unsure how the chat got to this spot. "Like I said, guys seem obsessed with it." - she repeats. "Ah, right. I guess the guys at work might be." - he nods, trying to seem indifferent again. 'So he's not interested in my anus... maybe he will be if I get really good? Will it be bad if I practice with another person? No... he just said it's not sex, so it's probably fine. He will be happy when I surprise him. He always is.' - she evaluates. Lana starts arranging the table while Dennis finishes the pancakes. A minute passes. 'I'll ask if Dens minds if I get some practice using my anus. I'm doing it for us, after all.' - she decides, mustering the courage. When she calls his attention, the ginger fiancee is taking the bacon out of the oven. "Hun, do you mind if I do something you are not interested in?" - she asks with a cute pout. "Hmm... not at all, babe." - he shrugs. "Maybe if I practice a lot and get good at it, you would be interested in trying it with me?" - she asks. "Sure, that's possible..." - he says, thinking it is related to a hobby. "At least I want to hear all about it." - he says supportively. "Really?" - she blurts out. 'Oh, gosh. So he wants to know? Well, that seems fair. Hope it doesn't ruin the surprise. But it makes sense if he wants to understand more.' - she rationalizes. "Uh-huh, I love when you get passionate about things." - he says, smiling fondly at her. 'Oh... will I get passionate about letting other men play with my anus? I didn't know. I guess it will feel good like Pringle said. And if Paul's fixation is any indication, then Dens might be correct.' - she contemplates. The couple finishes preparations and sits down to eat. "Dens, would you rather I am good at something before introducing you to it?" - Lana asks after a few bites. "What a weird question, babe... hmm..." - he says as he shoves food into his mouth. Dennis thinks while chewing. He swallows. "I guess it makes more sense if you at least understand it. Or have some knowledge, you know?" - he concludes. "Why do you say that?" - she asks, surprised by his answer. "Like a card game..." - he says before stuffing his face again. Lana anxiously waits until he finishes chewing. "It's easier to explain the rules and for others to learn if one of the people has played before." - he elaborates. 'Aha! So Dens thinks so too! His explanation is perfect.' - she thinks to herself. "Wow, hun! That does make sense. You are brilliant." - she praises her future-husband, giving him googly eyes. "It's just logic!" - he winks at her. 'Then it's decided. Dens will be more receptive to my anus once I learn about it and have some practical experience.' - she considers, chewing her breakfast. 'I wonder if I need to do the same with intercourse? Lucius said so. Hmm, better to take one step at a time. I already have to practice with my mouth too. I'll worry about my cooch later.' - she decides. They eat for a few more minutes, enjoying each other's company and the lovely food in front of them. "So, babe, what's the plan today?" - Dennis asks, munching on a beacon piece. "I need to meet the AV Club later this morning. What time you booked my massage again?" - she asks. He glances at the time on the microwave. It says 8:35 am. "In less than an hour." - he answers, sipping his OJ. "Oh, I better go soon then." - she says, standing and starting to clean up. "Yeah. I hope you'll like the masseuse." - he says, helping his fiancee with the dishes. "I will! You said she is highly recommended. Thanks, hun." - she stands on her tippy-toes to kiss him on the cheek. "And... uhh... can I join you at the booth today? You know... to help." - he asks, his pervert side speaking louder. Dennis is secretly interested in possibly seeing his fiancee in cosplay and securing a copy of the steamy making-of for himself. Also, he wants to show off Lana to the other men in town, so he can brag about his sexy betrothed. "Of course! I do not see a problem with that. The boys will love to have you." - she answers with a big smile. "That's great. Can't wait to get to know them better." - Dennis says as he puts the plates in the dishwasher. "Oh, yeah! I forgot you are all huge nerds." - she giggles. He chuckles and shows her his tongue. "For your information, this nerd pulled out a hottie!" - he replies. He gulps and gingerly squeezes her boob playfully. She moans with both surprise and pleasure. "Pfff... someone is too full of himself." - she giggles, and they exchange a quick peck. "I will message you when I get out of the massage." "Perfect, I'll meet you there afterward." - he says. They finish cleaning up, and Dennis excuses himself to shower and deal with some work. Lana sits on the couch and messages her best friend. +++ Message -- 8:56 am -- Mary Hunter * Lana - Hi, bff! Are you around? * Mary - Morning, bestie. What's up? * Lana - Dens had trouble getting up last night *shame face* * Mary - Getting up? * Lana - You know what I mean. * Mary - I don't. Tell me... * Lana - He could not get an erection! I tried everything. Even licking his peepee. * Mary - *laughing emoji* You're so precious. * Lana -- I am serious. What do I do? * Mary - Well, I told you. You need practice. * Lana - I know that, but I cannot do it now. It will take time. * Mary - So? * Lana - I want a quicker solution. Maybe there is something else I can try? * Mary - Without experience? Hmm... I don't know... * Lana - Pleeeeease? * Mary - Ah! There's a good lingerie store in town. You should get one to try and see if it works! * Lana - Lingerie? Really? * Mary - You never wore any? * Lana - No? Do I need to? * Mary - It helps. Makes you feel sexy, and men love it. * Lana - Wow! OK, maybe I will try it. * Mary - You do that! Don't forget to send me a pic of it. * Lana - I will. Ah, can we have lunch tomorrow? * Mary - Of course, always. Want to talk about anything? * Lana - I tried experimenting with the blue dildo. Too big. I need some tips. * Mary - Lol, you are too precious. I'll help you tomorrow! * Lana - *embarrassed emoji* Thank you. Are you coming to the town square today? * Mary - I can't. Lucius and I are driving to our vacation house to check on it. * Lana - Ah. Good luck! * Mary - Thanks, talk tomorrow. Bye bestie *kiss* *heart* * Lana - See you tomorrow, bff *kiss* *heart* +++ "Mary is the best. She always has a solution for things." - Lana says to herself. She glances at the clock and sees it's five past nine. "Oh, I better go. Don't want to be late." - she walks to the bedroom door. "Dens, I am going!" - she shouts. "Bye, babe. Love you!" - he shouts from the bathroom. "Love you too, see you later." - she replies. Lana fixes her flowery top, adjusts her blue leggings, grabs her bag, and leaves her house, ready to face the day. ***** Early Morning -- Town As the voluptuous teacher makes her way to the sidewalk, she hears her neighbor calling her. "Hi, Lana!" - Lilly waves with one hand. She is holding Evan, her 5-year-old son, with the other hand. "Hello, Lilly! Nice to see you." - Lana says as the two neighbors walk toward her. Lilly is Jack's wife, and she's in her late 30s. She is a pretty woman with raven hair and small breasts. Childbirth took a toll on her, making her slightly overweight and giving her a permanently tired look. She is fun, easy-going, and extroverted. Although a little too perverted and exhibitionistic for Lana's taste. "Saw your poster today, neighbor. Sexy as heck." - the neighborly woman winks. "Heck, heck, heck!" - Evan repeats happily. Both women giggle. "My poster?" - the busty teacher asks, intrigued. "The one where you're dressed boldly. Loved it." - Lilly explains. "Ahm... w-where did you see it?" - Lana asks, concerned. "It's all over the town center. I saw it on my way to get groceries this morning." - Lilly says. "Oh, gosh!" - the brunette exclaims, flushing. 'This is so embarrassing... I didn't know everyone in town would see it... maybe it's not so visible? Hope so.' - she thinks. "Don't sweat it. It's beautiful. And hot. Congrats for being so daring." - Lilly says. "Erm... thanks..." - Lana replies, her face beet red. "We will stop by this morning to kiss you!" - the neighbor says. "Evan, wave goodbye to Miss Lana!" - she adds, and the boy waves happily. "Aww... Okay, see you then!" - the curvy fiancee says, waving back to the kid. Our heroine continues to the massage clinic adjacent to the town center. 'Goodness... I wonder what people will say... that poster is a little bit out there. Especially if everyone sees it. The students were one thing... but EVERYONE? Gosh...' - she chews over. As she passes by an old man, he waves at her. "Hello, Miss Cox!" - he greets her with a broad, crooked smile. "H-hi!" - she says, caught unaware. She has never seen him before. "You have a beautiful flower." - he praises her and scratches his scrotal region. "Have a good day! - he says and continues walking. "T-thank you? You too!" - she says, confused as to what he meant. 'That was weird...' - she thinks as she keeps walking. A white car passes by. "Hey, Lana!" - a younger male shouts. She waves. After a few seconds, another one passes. "You look gorgeous, Cox!" - a middle-aged man says from a blue sedan. She waves. 'What is going on?' - she wonders, befuddled. This time, a young couple walks by. "Looking beautiful today, Lana." - the woman compliments her. "Right, dear?" "Indeed. But, a bit too much clothing for my liking." - the man says. "Oh, you!" - the woman slaps him playfully. "He's just a perv, don't mind him." "Erm... t-thanks?" - Lana says, not knowing why everyone is talking to her suddenly. The couple continues on their way. A truck is coming her way. It slows down as it gets closer. "Stunning again, Lana. Your body is dynamite!" - the gross driver yells. She looks at him. "Ah... thanks." - she replies shyly, flushing. "Looking forward to more!" - he adds before accelerating away. "Gosh... what is going on?" - the teacher asks no one in particular. An old woman that is strolling by stops next to her. "He's talking about your vagina." - the old woman says nonchalantly. "M-my w-what?" - Lana asks, turning bright red. "Your vagina, dear. It was on display on TV yesterday." - the lady explains. "Ahh... did you see it?" - the young fiancee asks worriedly. "Of course. Everyone did." - the old lady says. Lana gasps. "Good grief. These young'ns." - she shakes her head and continues her stroll. 'I forgot about that! That's why everyone is talking to me. They know my name and what my cooch looks like. Oh, no... combined with the poster... gosh. Way to get known in town, Lana. Oh, well... nothing I can do now. Just have to grin and bear.' - she reflects. Extremely embarrassed, she arrives at the town center. It's still early Saturday morning, so only a few people are around. As she roams around, searching for the massage place, she notices her poster in several areas. "Nice! I didn't know you were such a slut, Miss C." - someone says behind her. Lana turns to see Kyle, Derek's friend, whom she met at the beach's men's room. She looks him up and down. He seems oddly familiar, but she can't quite put her finger on it. "Do not say such things, young man." - she chastises him. "Pff... we're almost the same age." - he replies. "Besides, you love being called that." "I... d-do not." - she stammers unconvincingly. He steps toward her and squeezes her ass. She gasps but doesn't react, alerting some passersby. "As you say, Miss C. See ya later." - he says and gives her a peck on the lips. She is at a loss for words and doesn't move until he is out of sight. From an educated onlooker's perspective, she enjoyed it. 'Gosh... these guys are so bold in this town...' - she thinks, starting to feel hot. As she walks, a few more people say hi and even compliment her interview. She blushes and thanks every one of them. Lana finally sees the small 3-floor building where the masseuse is. There are a couple middle-aged men in front, admiring a poster of her. "Wow, she's so hot..." - one of them says. The person has gray hair. "I would kill to squeeze those boobies." - the other comments. The man's hair is black. "Let's go see her today." - he says, pointing at a spot on the poster that says "Launch event at the Town Square, this Sunday, 2pm!". "I wouldn't miss it." - the first agrees. "We can buy Lana's making-of!" - he says, referencing the spot that says "To see it all, purchase the making-of! Available starting next Monday at the AV Club.". The poster they admire has our busty teacher dressed up as Misty from P***emon. She is facing away from the camera, and her backside is fully nude except for red suspender straps and denim shorts. Her plentiful sideboobs are erotically visible. In the bottom corner is a small picture of her front, with her breasts only covered by the suspenders. Even though the image is tiny, you can see that her pink areolas contrast with her skin and the fabric strap. Seeing it and knowing that they are all over town makes Lana blush. 'Goodness... this is so... no, Lana. There is no need to regret your decision or worry about it now. You did this to help your students. It's your duty as their mentor to give it your all.' - she tells herself. 'Okay, let's quickly get inside and ignore these guys.' The men are standing in her way, so she has to ask them to move to get into the building. "Erm... excuse me, gentlemen." - Lana says shyly. She is flushed. They turn, and their jaws fall agape. "It's you!" - the gray-haired man says. "We were just talking about your poster!" - the man with black hair explains. "And the event." - the first one adds. "Oh... that is nice." - Lana says, pretending to not have heard them. They exchange looks as if waiting for her to say something. "I need to go in." - she says, pointing at the door. "Oh, of course!" - the graying man says, stepping aside. The black-haired man hesitates. "Can we have a selfie? Not sure we'll make it." - he says. His friend looks at him confused, but he gives him a piercing stare. "Yeah, we might be busy." - the gray-haired man says, catching up. "Please?" "Uhh... okay, but quickly." - she says, looking at her watch. She still has ten minutes. "I cannot be late for my appointment." "As quick as a wink!" - the black-haired man says. "Or better yet, a kiss!" - both chuckle. Lana stands next to the poster, with a man on each side. The black-haired man quickly takes a selfie. Instead of moving away, the busty teacher waits until he checks it. She already expects him to request a second one. 'They always do.' - she reflects, getting used to the pervy requests of the townsfolk. "Can we have one where you kiss each of us?" - the black-haired man asks. She sighs with resignation and nods her head reluctantly. She kisses each of them on the cheek while the black-haired man takes a photo. "Can I have a smooch on the lips? It's been years since I kissed a beautiful woman." - the gray-haired man says with sadness in his eyes. His friend suppresses a chuckle. 'Aw, poor man. His wife must have died.' - she thinks, analyzing his age. "I guess so..." - Lana agrees. She gives him a peck on the lips while his friend takes the photo. "I have an idea for the next one!" - the black-haired man says. "Ugh. Last one, okay? I have to go." - she says, worried about the time. "Sure thing." - he grins. He hands his phone to his gray-haired friend and gropes Lana's boobies. She gasps and moans. "They're amazing." - he says, squeezing them again. "Okay, that is enough." - she says, moving away from his hands. "Bye!" - she turns around to go inside. "It was nice to meet you, beautiful." - the graying man says. "See you this afternoon!" - the other one adds. "I thought you said you were not coming." - she says, squinting back at them. "Ah, well. I got free all of a sudden." - the black-haired man shrugs, and they both chuckle. The buxom teacher rolls her eyes and goes into the building. 'I just let this stranger squeeze my boobies... and kissed the other one. And it seemed like no big deal. What is wrong with me?' - she thinks. But deep down, she knows the answer. She instinctively rubs her legs together to prove it, making her coochie twitch. ***** As the sexy fiancee enters the building, she is faced with two sets of stairs and two corridors. She recalls that the masseuse is in room 108. She starts to wander to the right corridor when her phone rings. * Ring, ring! Ring, ring! * The caller id says that it's from an unknown number. ++++ Call -- Jade Winston-Phillips L: "Hello?" J: "Hi, is this Lana?" L: "Yes? Who wishes to speak to me?" J: "It's Jade. The reporter from yesterday. I got your number from my son, Andrew." L: "Ah! Hi, Jade." J: "Hope the sudden popularity is treating you well *giggles*." L: "A bit. I'm surprised how many people saw it." J: "Yeah! Everyone in town watches it." L: "Wow." J: "You and your pussy are famous now! *giggles*." L: "Ugh. That was unfortunate." J: "Sorry about that. It was great for views. *giggles* Anyway, I'm calling you to ask for a favor." L: "Oh, I am not sure how I can help you. Andrew is the best in class." J: "It's not about Drew. He's great. I need help at work." L: "At the TV station?" J: "Yes. So, I have a TV segment recording scheduled for next week. But a big story came up. We will have to go out of town and interview a regional director from a branch of the WP company that was embezzling money. It's a huge scandal!" L: "Wow! Really? That is horrible." J: "Yeah, I got an exclusive with him. The workers want to see this man get his comeuppance." L: "I can only imagine. But... hum... how do I come in?" J: "Well, I can't do the program next week. And I can't reschedule since we need to air it." L: "I see." J: "We threw names around, but you seem the best candidate for it." L: "Me? I don't have any experience." J: "Nonsense! You were great yesterday." L: "I have never done it before...." J: "Well, there's another detail. It's on a famous bathhouse, and we don't have other female reporters." L: "Uhh... is there nobody else that can do it?" J: "Not really. But Sandy won't be there. If you are worried about that." L: "Well, I cannot say I was not. *nervous giggle*" J: "Please? I need your help." L: "I have to say I am intrigued. When is it?" J: "It's Sunday morning/lunch. And the show will come out next Saturday night." L: "Gosh, I'm nervous." J: "Don't be. The segment is only 15-20 minutes. It's easy. You can read it from the camera." L: "Oh, yeah?" J: "It's entertaining. I promise you will love it." L: "If you say so, it does sound fun. I will do it." J: "Yay! You saved my ass." L: "Ah, it is not a problem." J: "Really! I owe you one. Pietro will call you later this week with the deets." L: "Okay, sounds great." J: "Thanks again, Lana! L: "Glad to help." J: "No wonder Drew is always singing your praises." L: "He is?" J: "Yeah! A big crush. I would have put you two together if he didn't have Chloe." L: "Ermm..." J: "I have to go! Bye and kisses." L: "Bye, bye." ++++ 'Wow, I'm a bit anxious about it. But it does sound fun. Jade is so extroverted and loved by everyone. Hopefully, this will help me become more like her. Imagine me... a famous TV reporter. Wow. Dennis will be ecstatic when he hears it!' - she squeals, putting it on the back of her mind. ***** Summer Massages Lana treks down the corridor until she finds the right door. The sign on the door is clear. ROOM 108 SUMMER MASSAGES Registered Masseuse 'Huh... interesting... I thought they preferred being called massage therapists now instead of masseuses. Ah, right! I heard she is an older lady. Probably a bit old-fashioned.' - Lana reflects as she enters the room. *Ding, ding* The room is tiny, with 4 chairs, a coffee table topped with some healthcare magazines, and a door, presumably leading to the massage room. A bell sounds as the door opens. Lana sits down. After a few seconds, she hears a voice from the inside. "One second!" - the gravelly voice shouts. A couple minutes pass when suddenly the inside door opens. and an older woman comes in. She is a small elderly hippie dressed in white cotton clothes. "Hello, dear. You must be Lana!" - the woman beams. "Hi, and you are Summer?" - the teacher asks, unsure. "I am! Autumn told me all about you." - Summer says. "You know Autumn?" - Lana asks, thinking about the old lady who owns the Beach Blue Bar. "She's my twin sister, sweetie." - the woman smiles, showing her crooked teeth. "Ahhh..." - Lana says, noticing the similarities. In fact, the two women are almost the same, except that Summer has yellowy-white hair, while Autumn's is grayish. A flash of Autumn licking her pussy goes through Lana's head. She blushes furiously. "Don't worry, sweetie. I only heard good things." - the hippie lady smiles again. "T-that is g-good..." - Lana stammers, still embarrassed. 'Her sister licked my cooch and played with me yesterday... gosh...' - she recalls. "Did you meet the twins that work at the restaurant?" - the old woman asks. "Not really. But I saw them." - the busty teacher replies. "They are my sons. Brainless, but at least they have great bodies." - Summer says. Lana gasps as she realizes Autumn made her nephews wear next to nothing while serving the customers. "Autumn is their aunt?" - the brunette asks, appalled. The elderly woman cackles. "It's okay, dearie. We're both pervs." - the masseuse smiles. Lana's eyes widen. "Anyway, no more dilly-dallying. Are you ready for the massage?" "I guess. The Hunters recommended you greatly." - the teacher says. "Oh, yes. They are lovely. Do you know Mary?" - the old lady asks. "We work at the school together, and she is my best friend." - Lana says proudly. "Good, good. Mary needs a girlfriend she can rely on." - Summer says. 'Oh, poor Mary. She didn't have a friend like me before. She can always count on me.' - Lana thinks. She remembers something Dennis mentioned. "They said you were life-changing." - the young fiancee says. The senior woman cackles again. "Groovy to know this old lady still has it. You'll like it. I guarantee." - Summer gives her an okay sign. Lana nods. "Follow me, sweetie." - she says as she turns and walks inside. Lana follows Summer through a tight corridor. They pass by 3 closed doors and get to the end of the hallway, where a door is labeled "Room 2". "Wait for me in there." - the old woman points to the room. "I'll get the equipment." "Equipment?" - the buxom teacher asks curiously. "Oils, towel, some electrical tools. Need to give Mary's friend the full package. The best treatment possible." - Summer smiles. "Aw, thanks. Appreciate that. What can I do?" - Lana asks, trying to be helpful. "Just remove all your clothes and lie on the bed." - the hippie woman says nonchalantly. "A-all of them?!" - the beautiful brunette blurts out. She is beet red. "Of course, sweetie. That's the norm." - Summer says dismissively. "Can I keep my underwear?" - the naive teacher asks. "Nonsense. The oils I use are super powerful and will stain your clothes." - the old lady says impatiently. "Really? I do not want to ruin my clothes." - Lana questions. 'I need to wear this all day. And she's just a harmless old woman, right? Well... she did say she is a perv, but she must be exaggerating.' - she concludes. "I know. So get naked. It's going to be better this way." - the hippie woman says, a glint in her eyes. "Ermm..." - the busty fiancee hesitates. "Just do as I say." - she slaps Lana on the ass. It is almost a spank. "Eeepp!" - she yelps, her butt stinging. Deep down, something stirs inside her. She liked the spanking. "I'll be right back." - Summer says, going to another door. "Y-yes, madam." - Lana says obediently. She goes inside "Room 2". 'Oh, gosh... another person will see me fully nude before Dens. Well, it's just a massage therapist. That is what they do. It's normal.' - she tells herself. ***** Breathing heavily, Lana starts to remove her clothes. First, she removes her flats and puts them below a chair. Next, her pink floral top come off, followed by her blue leggings. She feels self-conscious standing there in her underwear, knowing anyone could come in at any minute. 'It's just underwear, Lana. Courage! It's going to get worse.' - she thinks as she folds her clothes and places them neatly on the chair. Holding her breath, she unclasps her pink bra and removes it. Surprisingly, she feels more at ease being topless. 'Weird... I feel calmer. Maybe I'm just getting used to not wearing a bra? That must be it.' - she reflects, absentmindedly touching her soft breasts. Swiftly, she lowers her cotton panties and places them on her bra. She feels embarrassed being naked, but also something else mixed in. 'Am I aroused?' - she questions. She rubs her legs and feels wetness between them. A warm sensation spreads throughout her body. 'I am! It must be all the things that happened recently. Not sure why getting naked at a massage clinic would get me hot and bothered.' - she wonders. However, Lana doesn't have time to dwell on her newfound feelings as the door opens and Summer comes in. She quickly covers her boobs and her sex with her hands. "No need for modesty, dear. I'll see everything soon enough." - Summer winks at her teasingly. Lana nods, gingerly removing her hands. "Much better!" - the hippie lady beams. The teacher looks through the open door and notices that the entrance to the waiting room is wide-open. Fortunately, nobody is there. "Erm... can you close that door?" - Lana nods at the waiting room door. "Of course, sweetie. I'm a professional." - Summer squints at her. She closes the massage room door. "I meant the other one..." - the teacher says. "Ah, no need. Nobody is here. The clinic has bad airflow, so I tend to leave the doors open." "But..." - the busty brunette protests. "Enough dilly-dally. Lay down, and let's start." - the old woman says, cutting her off. Obediently, Lana lays face down on the massage table and puts her face in the hole. Her butt and feet are facing the door. Lana is used to having massages, although this is the first time fully naked, so she is a bit worried. "Normally, I have a modesty towel." - Lana points out. "No need for such things. We're both women." - Summer says in a tone implying that there should be no follow-up questions about the matter. Lana sighs. 'Well, Mary loved it, so she must be good. And she's Autumn's sister. I will trust her.' - she decides. Summer turns on a relaxing sound, dims the lights, and burns some candles. The air smells soothing and relaxing. Lana feels at ease. The hippie lady squirts oil on her professional hands, rubs them together, and kneads the teacher's back. "Oh, this is nice..." - Lana says, enjoying the sensation tremendously. "Trust me, dear, I know what I'm doing." - Summer says. "Now, quiet. Cool down." For the next 5 minutes, the old lady rubs down Lana's back, shoulders, arms, and neck. The curvaceous fiancee feels terrific. "Now, time for legs and butt." - Summer says, squeezing her ass cheeks. Lana gasps but moans immediately after, as the sensation is fantastic. 'Oh, my... this is the best massage I've had... so good...' - she thinks sleepily. In the next 5 minutes, Summer rubs Lana's legs and ass. Lana's whole body is buzzing. Suddenly, Summer climbs onto the table, and before Lana can ask, she feels the old woman stepping on her back. It's absolute bliss. "OH!" - Lana exclaims. "Everyone loves this..." - the elderly lady cackles and continues walking on the teacher's back. The brunette groans and moans with delight. After a couple minutes, Summer asks her to turn so she can do her front. Lana's mind is so mushy that she does as she is told. She's still enjoying the pleasurable sensation from the walk-down. For the next 5 minutes, Summer spreads oil and rubs the teacher's arms, abdomen, and thighs. At this point, Lana is just riding the relaxing and delightful waves from the old lady's touches. "Now, let's take care of your big titties." - Summer says. Lana gasps. 'Should I stop her? No... it feels so good... imagine a massage on my breasts... it will feel wonderful... I need this so bad....' - she evaluates. "Uh-huh...." - Lana says weakly. With a crooked grin, the old hippie starts to play with Lana's large orbs. She squeezes and kneads her melons. The beautiful fiancee is aroused when Summer takes it further and begins to rub and pinch the teacher's pink and engorged nipples. Lana moans loudly. "That's right, sweetie. Moan for Summer. Let your repression all out. Relax and enjoy the feeling of my skilled fingers on your nipples and slutty tits." - Summer says out loud. Lana groans at her words. After another 5 minutes, Summer stops. Lana is breathing heavily, and her mind is foggy. "Now, let's fully relax you. Time to orgasm." - the old lady says as if it is the most normal thing in the world. "W-what?" - the busty brunette croaks. "I'm going to rub your pussy." - Summer says. "Y-you a-are?" - she asks, incredulous. "Yes, it's part of what your boyfriend paid for." - the woman explains. "He did?" - Lana asks, not quite believing that Dennis would do such a thing. "Correct, he booked the Pink Deluxe Package." - the elderly hippie says with a wide smile. 'Oh... so Dens wants her to do this to me? He's so naughty. Well, I guess I can let her do it. It will feel amazing. I bet he'll want to hear all about it.' - she thinks. "I see... okay..." - she agrees. "Spread your legs, sweetie." - Summer orders. Lana opens her legs, exposing her coochie to the white-haired woman. 'Gosh... another person in looking at my sex closely... even before Dens. Well, he probably expected this, so he must not mind.' - she reflects. The old hippy woman covers her hands in oil and spreads it on Lana's inner thighs. She then begins to rub her hands on the teacher's pussy. Lana openly moans. Summer massages Lana's pussy lips and groin region. If Lana thought she was relaxed before, she is now on cloud nine. The sexual pleasure from her coochie mixes with her mellow state, creating a sensation she has never experienced before. Her students had made her get close to it the previous day, but the sun, wind, sand, and their inexperienced hands didn't quite get her there. Summer expert's skills and proper environment is making our teacher rethink everything she thought she knew about pleasure and relaxation. As the pussy massage continues, time loses all meaning. If someone told Lana that she had been on this table for 4 hours, she would believe them. The hippie woman notices her receptive state and starts playing with the teacher's puckered asshole. This earns her some extra deep moans from the aroused patient. Pushing a bit further, Summer easily slips a finger inside the fiancee's anus. The older lady is surprised when she doesn't resist and instead groans with pleasure. She smirks, thinking she might have found herself a good subject. Summer continues to play with Lana's pussy and asshole for a couple minutes. The teacher is on the edge of orgasm when the old woman suddenly stops. "Wha... why..." - Lana asks breathlessly. "Don't fret, dearie. I have something even better for you." - Summer says, flicking her clit. Lana shrieks. "Be right back." - she winks. The hippie woman opens the door and leaves the room. Lana glances at the door and sees a stranger spying on her from the gaping waiting room door. 'Oh! No... someone is looking at me. Naked.... ' - she realizes that she still has her legs wide open, and they must have a perfect view of her spread-out pussy. 'Gosh, I'm all spread out. What do I do? If I get up to close the door, I will give them an even better view of me naked.... Summer will be right back... I can pretend I didn't notice. Right? That way, it's an accident. They can't say I was showing anything if I didn't know I was doing it. Should I close my legs? No... it's better if I play dumb so they don't suspect I know.' - she rationalizes, closing her eyes. The situation makes her even hornier, as she purposefully exposes her cooch to a stranger. 'This is so hot... I hope Summer makes me climax... I need it so bad after being played with. It felt so good when she played with my cooch and anus. Gosh... I love it so much... who knew sexual play could feel too good. I regret wasting so much time before. Well, at least I can make it up for it now. Mmm... I'm so horny... should I touch myself? No... resist Lana... someone is watching you.' - she reflects, as her coochie throbs, burning with desire. Summer comes back with something in her hand. It looks like a white and blue massage apparatus. "What is this?" - Lana asks curiously. She decides to not tell her about the peeping tom in the waiting room. "It's a Hitachi Magic Wand. You'll love it." - the hippie woman says, closing the door. "It is a sex toy?" - Lana's eyes widen. 'It seems intense...' "You can call it that. I call it a Pleasure Assistant." - the elderly lady smiles. "Oh, that is a good name." - the brunette says. 'It makes it sounds more innocent and professional. It's a good name. "Sex Toy" is a bit indecent and intimidating... I like pleasure assistant better. It's what they do. Assist you in getting pleasure. I like it.' - she evaluates, immediately warming up to the idea that once scared her. "Now, sweetie, relax and give in to the pleasure." - Summer orders. She turns the Hitachi on, and a buzzing sound fills the room. Lana closes her eyes apprehensively. She's nervous but also curious and excited about trying it out. Summer rubs more oil on her vagina, stimulating the region again (not that it needed it). As soon as the vibrating wand makes contact with her snatch, Lana moans as she has never moaned before. "OOOOOHHH GOSHHH!" - she screams. Summer chuckles at the inexperienced young woman. The hippie woman starts massaging Lana's pussy with the Hitachi. *bzzzzzzzzzzzz* "YEEEES!" *bzzzzzzzzzzzz* "OH MY!" *bzzzzzzzzzzzz* "AHHHH!" *bzzzzzzzzzzzz* "MMMM!" *bzzzzzzzzzzzz* "IT'S SO GOOD!" *bzzzzzzzzzzzz* "DON'T STOP!" *bzzzzzzzzzzzz* "INCREDIBLE" *bzzzzzzzzzzzz* "OH GOSH!" *bzzzzzzzzzzzz* "I'M GOING TO CUM" *bzzzzzzzzzzzz* "YEEEEES!" *bzzzzzzzzzzzz* "MMM!" *bzzzzzzzzzzzz* "COMING!" *bzzzzzzzzzzzz* *bzzzzzzzzzzzz* "AHHHH" *bzzzzzzzzzzzz* "COMMMMMING" *bzzzzzzzzzzzz* "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" *bzzzzzzzzzzzz* Lana squirms and contracts, having an exploding orgasm. Summer continues expertly applying vibration to the area as she comes, although at a lower intensity. As her climax subsides, Lana's body goes limp. Nothing goes through her head, just the buzz of a well-earned mind-blowing earth-shattering orgasm. ***** Lana hears Summer opening the door and leaving the room. She leaves the door open again, but Lana doesn't register it, as she is too far gone, lost in sexual bliss. Of course, the patient in the waiting room is bluntly admiring the fully naked teacher, breathless and spread eagle on the massage bed. Her pussy is red and drenched, and her puckered hole twitches. After a couple of minutes, the old hippie returns, not bothering to close the door. She starts drying the teacher's twat with a towel. She takes her sweet time with it, even going as far as spreading her pussy lips for some reason. She does close the door after the cleaning job is done. "So, sweetie. Did you enjoy it?" - Summer grins. "Amazing... best massage of my life." - the curvy fiancee admits. "Groovy. How about your orgasm?" - the old woman asks. "Even better. I did not know Pleasure Assistants could be so good." - she says earnestly. "No wonder Mary said it was life-changing." "You have no idea. I introduced her to toys." - Summer says, lifting a small box with an assortment of sex toys. "Oh really? What are those?" - Lana asks curiously. She sits up, her tits jiggling obscenely. "Let me tell you about these..." - the elderly hippie lady says, pulling out a couple vibrating toys. For the next minute, she unveils some of her toys, especially the vibrating ones, to Lana. She shows her some eggs to go inside her cooch and some special ones to stimulate her clit. Lana is impressed and pays attention to every word the elderly woman says. "I also noticed you might be into anal play. Is that right?" - the masseuse asks. "Ermm... I am not sure..." - the teacher says, visibly embarrassed. "No need to be shy. You seem to like it. That's a big step already." - Summer says. "Maybe... I am curious about it." - the buxom brunette admits. "You've never done it?" - the white-haired lady asks skeptically. "Not really..." - Lana says shyly. "It's never too late to learn! Men and women love it." - the old woman says. Lana nods. "Some even prefer anal to vaginal penetration." - she adds. "Oh, genuinely?" - the gullible teacher exclaims. 'I had no idea. Maybe that's why Paul and Pringle are so interested in my anus. Hopefully, Dens likes it once I am comfortable with it.' - she thinks. "Yeah, your... boyfriend?" - Summer asks tentatively, and Lana nods, not bothering to correct her. "He will love it. I guarantee." "How can I go about it?" - the buxom fiancee asks. "You can use these to massage and train your asshole." - the old lady says, showing her a couple butt plugs. The toys are shorter than her blue dildo but have a wide flared end that makes them look too obscene. Lana gasps "They seem intense." - the beautiful teacher analyzes, a little intimidated by the thickness of the toys. "You get used to it, sweetie." - Summer says condescendingly. "Will I?" - Lana blurts out. "Yes, these butt plugs are a great way to get used to the feeling of something in there. Then, when a fat cock goes in, it's easier." - the woman winks at her. 'Oh, so I can use this to practice. Seems like a good start... but the plugs appear to be almost bigger than Dens' peepee...' - she assesses, analyzing the toys. "What if the instrument in question is small?" - Lana asks. 'Maybe I can try with a small peepee like Dens'... these plugs seem a bit overwhelming...' - she reflects, more intimidated by a mere than a real-life penis. "Less of a problem, but still good to be ready. How small are we talking about?" - Summer asks. "Erm... between 4 to 5 inches." - Lana admits. 'Closer to four than to five unfortunately...' - she completes in her head. "I see. Well, that size is good to start. But soon you will crave a bigger one. Better get your ass used to a thick one, then it's easy to accommodate smaller ones. Your man will love it." - the hippie woman says. "Ah... I see." - the teacher replies. 'So, she suggests I try larger penises instead... that makes sense. If I am used to something larger, like one of my student's peckers or even one from Dens' coworkers, it will certainly be easier to fit Dens in. But I'm not sure if I should start there. It's a little bit scary. I might have to start with a tiny toy or someone with a small one... maybe Greg. No... not him. I don't want to give him more reasons to bother me. Hmm...' - she chews over. Summer was talking about the butt plugs, but Lana mistakenly thought she meant penises. Poor Dennis. "Anyway. We can try next time, but I suggest you buy one." - Summer says. "Now, get dressed. The next customer is waiting." Lana recalls the person that was spying on her. She flushes. 'No, don't worry about it. It's too late now. Besides, I didn't know about it. Right? Nothing I could have done if I was unaware.' - she tells herself as she gets dressed. ***** After Lana gets dressed, Summer escorts her back to the waiting room. She stops the teacher at the door before seeing who the spy is. "Thanks, sweetie. Hope to see you again." - the old lady says. "Thank you Summer! It was pure bliss." - Lana admits. "Tell Autumn I say hi." "Will do." - Summer replies with a crooked smile. "Roger, you are next." - she says, putting her head inside the other room. Lana gasps. "Will be there in a minute." - the person inside the room answers. 'Oh, no! Roger is the one that spied on me!' - she thinks, panicking. Roger is her colleague at school, a handsome teacher with a great body that she has a slight crush on. Summer waves goodbye to her and returns to the massage room to tidy things up. Lana takes a deep breath and steps into the waiting room. "Oh, Lana. What a surprise!" - Roger says with a chuckle. "Hi Roger, what a coincidence. I did not know you saw Summer." - the busty teacher says. "Indeed, she's amazing. Although this is probably the best consultation I've had." - he winks at her. "Why do you say that?" - Lana asks, laughing awkwardly. Roger stands up and gets closer. "We both know." - he says with a severe tone. "I loved seeing your snatch all spread out to me. It was fucking hot." - he whispers in her ear. Her snatch twitches. "I do not know what you are talking about!" - she says, feigning ignorance. "Suuuuure. Like I also didn't hear you cumming your brains out." - he chuckles, and she gasps. "How was it?" - he asks, groping her ass. "Erm... good..." - she says sheepishly. She tries to wiggle out of his hand, but that has the opposite effect, making it seem like she is doing a little dance for him. "Nice." - Roger says, sliding his hand between the cheeks. "I wish I could stay, but..." - he leans forward and kisses her. She reciprocates. "I have to go now. See you later." - he slaps her ass and walks inside. "Eeep!" - the wife-to-be yelps weakly. "Erm... bye..." - she says. Lana hurriedly leaves Summer's clinic. As she walks, she reflects on the massage, trying her best not to think about Roger and what he saw. 'Summer is great. Besides that amazing massage, she gave me lots to think about.' - the naive teacher mulls, thinking about the discussion about anal toys and penis sizes. ***** Town Square -- AV Club Booth As Lana walks to the Town Square to meet her students, she texts Dennis to let him know. Message -- 10:25 am -- Dens <3 * Lana - Walking to the booth, will start setting up. * Dennis - 'Kay babe. See you there soon! 'He was so thoughtful booking me that massage. I need to thank him in person. Maybe I can give him a naughty reward tonight? Hmm... Ah! Mary mentioned the lingerie store. I will get one today and surprise Dens!' - she decides. Lana is lost in thought when she arrives at her destination. "Over here, Miss Lana!" - she hears a voice calling for her. She sees Simon waving at her. The booth is in a secluded spot, partially hidden behind some trees. She makes her way there. There is a long table with a few chairs and many promotional materials thrown on top. Behind it is a makeshift army-green tent, presumably where they are keeping their equipment. A large stand with a blown-up version of her recruitment poster is near the edge of the table. The sign says "~ AV Club ~ RECRUITING NOW" and lists Lana as their Supervisor / Cosplayer. At the far end of the table, there is a lonely chair. "Hi, Miss Lana, good to see you again." - Simon smiles at her. He is a tall, lanky boy with glasses and long black hair. He's the AV club's tech expert, usually taking the role of photographer, videographer, graphic designer, or editor. "Hi, Simon. Lovely to see you too." - she says warmly. "Or should I call you Fabio?" - she giggles. His friends call him Fabio, after the famous actor/model, due to his long fabulous hair. "Whatever you want. Can you help us set up?" - the boy asks, adjusting the chairs. "That is why I am here. What can I do?" - Lana asks. The boy blushes, remembering last week at the library when the teacher touched his stiff prick and he felt her bare boobs. "Erm... we're almost done. Just need to put a cloth over the table and organize the materials." - Simon says, running his hand through his long hair. "Okay, I can do that. Where are Herbie and Jimmy?" - the busty brunette asks. "Prez is inside." - Simon points at the tent. That's what they call Jim, as he is the club president and their leader. "He can hand you the stuff. Hoseman went to grab us some coffee. What do you want? I can text him." Lana blushes, recalling when she handled Herb's massive schlong. They call him Hoseman because his last name is Holgmann and his penis is the biggest among the students. "Hmm... a skinny vanilla latte, please." - she requests. "But only if it is not too much of an inconvenience." - she adds hastily. "Not at all. Hoseman will be glad to buy you one. He's always going on about how awesome you are, Miss Lana. I agree." - Simon smiles at her. "He is? You do?" - Lana asks, surprised. 'They think I'm awesome. They are so cute.' "Best teacher we've ever had. We all agree." - the long-haired boy says. "You are just saying that..." - she says, embarrassed. "Nobody has ever posed to us as you have. You are making our dreams come true." - he admits. Before they continue their conversation, a voice comes from inside the tent. "Fabio, is that Miss Lana? Send her over." - Jim shouts. "Oh, I better go help him." - she says, going around the table. Before entering the tent, Simon holds her hand. "Erm... Miss Lana... I... uhh... can I have a... kiss?" - the lanky boy asks shyly. 'Awww, he's so cute. A kiss won't hurt anyone. Besides, I should greet him properly. He's been working hard on this event.' - she reflects. "Of course, Fabio. You deserve a smooch for all your effort." - the teacher giggles. Lana moves forward, stands on her tippy-toes, and plants a smacking kiss on her student's mouth. "Wow..." - Simon says, awestruck. She giggles and enters the tent. ***** "Hi Jim!" - Lana greets her favorite male student. "Morning, Miss Lana." - the boy blushes furiously. Jim is a shy, intelligent nerd with a thin body and curly flaming-red hair. Lana thinks he has a cute freckled face and sometimes reminds her of Dennis. While ordinarily shy, the president transforms into a confident version of himself when together with his AV Club pals. He is unquestionably their leader. To make matters more complicated, Jim is in love with his busty teacher, although he knows how unrealistic that is. "Simon said you have a tablecloth and some materials for me?" - the teacher asks with a warm smile. "I do!" - he blurts out, rummaging around in a box. The interior of the tent is cramped, with not a lot of room to maneuver. It's filled with boxes, and there is a rack full of clothes in the corner. "Here!" - he announces, handing her a folded piece of cloth and a pile of print-sized versions of her poster. Lana grabs the materials from his hand. She patiently waits until he is ready to leave. The student finally stands next to his favorite teacher carrying some extra things. "I suppose you want a 'hello kiss' too, Prez?" - she asks innocently, using his nickname. He looks confused but immediately understands that Simon must have asked for one. "Uh, yes. That seems great." - Jim admits, blushing. The curvy bride-to-be once again stands on her tippy-toes and mashes her lips onto her student's anxious lips. Jim feels his heart skip a beat. His teacher's mouth tastes divine. "T-thanks for coming today, Miss Lana." - he says shyly. "Anything to help. I am your supervisor, after all." - she says lovingly. "Can't forget our personal cosplayer." - Jim says playfully. "I cannot forget that even if I wanted to. I am everywhere!" - the teacher laughs, lifting up a poster. They laugh together as they exit the tent. ***** "Miss Lana! I'm elated to see you!" - Herb says. "Skinny Vanilla Latte for our muse." - he adds, making a curtsy and handing Lana her drink. She giggles. "Hi Herbie, it is nice to see you too." - the teacher says, sipping her drink. "Please, call me Hoseman." - the boy says. Herb is a chubby and short teen, barely taller than Lana. He has a shaved head and is the 'ideas guy' of the group. He is always in his own world, pushing new ideas without thinking about their implications. "Ah... hum... okay... Hoseman..." - Lana says bashfully, seeing flashes of his thick hog. Without a prompt, the teacher approaches the fat boy and gives him a peck on the lips. "Nice..." - Herb mutters dreamily. The teacher giggles. Overall, each member of the AV Club trio completes the other. Herb comes up with wild plans, Simon makes them happen, and Jim leads them, ensuring everything is realistic and plausible. Lana really likes these 3 boys. She thinks back to her own time in high school. 'I could have easily fallen for all 3 of them. They are all so... passionate, smart, and cute. I'm glad I can help them grow and mature now.' - she thinks. She feels her cooch throb. 'Well... I can always aid them in becoming adults, sexually... I would've certainly been too scared to do that back then.' - she reminisces, biting her lower lip. The AV Club starts to put the final touches on their booth. As they move around, the boys gingerly touch Lana's ass. As the minutes pass, she continuously emphasizes her bountiful posterior to them, encouraging them to grope her further. Lana's carefree attitude puts them at ease, so the horny nerds don't miss any opportunity. The group spends the next 10 minutes organizing the area and readying themselves for the event. Lana observes that nobody has shown up yet, and notices the disappointed looks on her pupil's faces. As their mentor, she starts to worry. 'They are putting so much effort into this. I want them to stay motivated, even if nobody comes. Maybe I can reward them... show that they did a good job, regardless if the event succeeds. Yes, that's a good idea. Bill will be proud of me.' - she evaluates. 'Hmm, what can I do? I know they love my breasts... maybe I can let them play with them?' - she reflects. "Boys..." - she says, and they look at her with hungry eyes. "I see the effort you are pouring into the event, so I want to reward you." "What do you have in mind, Miss Lana?" - Simon asks curiously. "Would y'all like to touch my breasts?" - she asks. "Indubitably." - Herb says without missing a beat. She smiles. "Then come over here..." - the teacher says, and the boys all rush to her, stumbling upon each other. She giggles at their enthusiasm. Herb stretches his chubby hands, but Jim stops him. "Erm... Miss Lana." - the ginger boy mutters shyly. "Yes, Jim? I mean, Prez." - she asks with a broad smile. "Can we... you know... touch your boobies under your top?" - Jim asks, flushing. 'Goodness... Jimmy is so bold when he is with his friends... I quite like it. He will become a handsome man one day. I'm a little jealous of his future partner... especially with his... endowments...' - she thinks, visualizing his prick in her mind. Her cooch clamps. "Oh, yes! Can we? Please? I've done it already." - Simon begs. "You have?" - Herb asks, shocked. "Me too." - Jim admits. "Darn! Oh, tragic life. Just me who hasn't had the pleasure of Miss Lana's perfect melons." - Herb says dramatically. Lana can't help but giggle at his performance. "Silly boys. I should not lift my top in public..." - the busty teacher says naively. None of them asked her to do that. They were expecting to put their hands under her top. Seeing this opportunity, they all plead and beg for it. 'Oh, gosh... I said I would let them... it's too late now. I can't let them down. I need to show them they did a good job. It should be fine. I just need to be careful.' - she thinks. "Fine, fine. I want to make sure you boys understand that putting effort into something can be rewarding." - she says, looking around. Seeing the coast is clear, the beautiful fiancee takes a deep breath. "Here..." Lana lifts her pink top, exposing her big tits to her students, barely contained in the simple cotton bra. "Fantastic tits..." - Hoseman mutters, slack-jawed. "Fucking-A!" - Fabio exclaims excitedly. "They're perfect..." - Prez admires. The teacher feels her coochie throb due to their lustful gazes and naughty words. "Come on, they do not bite." - she says invitingly. One by one, the three boys take turns squeezing and fondling the teacher's breasts. 'My.... They are so hungry... and horny... it's getting me aroused... I'm letting my students play with my boobies in public... I'm so improper... so shameful...' - she thinks, squirming her legs. From the corner of her eyes, she sees some movement. She quickly steps back and lowers her top. "Hello, everyone!" - Dennis greets them. The boys look like deers in the headlights, caught doing something they shouldn't. Lana turns to her fiancee. "Oh, it is you, hun! I got scared for a second." - she says, smiling. 'I'm glad Dens is here. Now we can try to get more people to come over.' - she thinks, not even troubled about what she was doing mere seconds ago. "I came to help!" - the ginger man says, walking up to her and giving her a quick peck on the lips. "Got here just in time." - she says. "Boys, this is Dennis, my fiancee." - she introduces. "Nice to meet you, fellas. Lana has told me lots about you lot." - Dennis says with a smile. "Jim, right?" - he asks the ginger boy, who nods tensely. "We met yesterday at the beach." "Ah, that is right! This is Herb and Simon." - Lana introduces the other two. The boys relax, seeing that their teacher isn't bothered that they were groping her boobs in public and almost got caught by her fiancee. "Good to see you again, Dennis." - Jim takes the lead and shakes his hand. "Nice to meet you, dude." - Simon says, shaking his hand next. "Salutations." - Herb says, squeezing Dennis' hands in his chubby paws. "Lana's fiancee is more than welcome among us." "Thanks, dudes." - Dennis says. "Babe, can I speak with you for a sec?" - he asks. "Sure! Excuse me, boys." - she says as she starts walking. "No need to leave, Miss Lana." - Jim says, interrupting her. "We can go inside. We need to get some more things." - he says, looking at his friends. They nod agreeably. The three boys scarper to the tent. The trio debates inside, fearful that Dennis is asking for an explanation of what was going on when he arrived, but unbeknownst to them, Lana's future-husband is as oblivious as they come. ***** Meanwhile, outside, the two lovebirds engage in a private discussion. "Glad you joined us, Dens. We need all the help we can get." - Lana says lovingly to her fiancee. "That's what I want to talk to you about. Not sure I want to." - he says seriously. "Oh... how come?" - she asks, surprised. "Well, I don't feel comfortable with these boys." - Dennis says, a concerned look on his face. "Why? They are harmless." - the teacher says, defending her students. "They did get you to pose almost naked to them. And made a video out of it." - he points out. "Ah, Dens. My Silly Carrot!" - she says and hugs him. "That was just to help out the club. I told you they have been bullied and labeled as social pariahs by everyone." "I know... that's the only reason I'm even here. I feel for the boys." - Dennis says earnestly. "But...?" - Lana asks, sensing there is more to it. 'Why is Dens so concerned all of a sudden?' - she worries. He takes a deep breath. "But, what you're asking of me is too much." - he says without further elaborating. "What do you mean?" - the busty fiancee asks confusedly. "It's not just them..." - he says with his head down. She cocks her head. "Fine. Can I be honest?" "Please, Dens. Always!" - she says empathically, starting to feel sad. She senses his internal conflict. Dennis inhales deeply once again. "You want me to help distribute pornography of my fiancee!" - he blurts out, upset. He is careful to contain his voice so the boys don't overhear. "Dennis! You know that is not true." - she says, sensing her eyes fill with water. "Didn't I use your poster to masturbate?" - he questions angrily. "Well, yes... but that does not mean it is filthy." - she says. Tears roll down her cheeks. "What is it then?" - Dennis asks, upset. "That is not fair..." - the beautiful teacher puts her hands on her face and starts sobbing. 'I don't know what I did wrong...' At this moment, Dennis knows he effed up. He didn't mean for things to escalate this quickly. He talked to Cynthia, and she gave him some seemingly sound advice. He is just worried about his fiancee's well-being. It's all. Is he? Not really. He is selfishly only thinking about himself and what his coworkers and boss will think of the situation. He needs to remedy it. He can't risk losing her. Ever. "Ah, I'm sorry, babe! I didn't mean that. I regret even saying it." - he says desperately. "I am just... trying to help them..." - she sobs softly in her hands. 'I try to be helpful... but that backfires... what can I do to make Dens happy?' - she questions herself. "I know. You're doing your best." - he says. He hugs her encouragingly. "If I help get the club going, it will mean so much to them..." - she says, looking up at him. Her cheeks are red, and her eyes are puffy. "That's right, babe. I'm proud of you." - he says again. They hug once more. "Sorry, I may have exaggerated." - he says honestly. "Why?" - she asks, a single tear escaping her eye. "I... I am jealous." - he admits, shamefaced. "You are?" - the buxom wife-to-be asks. 'Oh, Dens... you don't need to be jealous. You are the reason I am doing any of this.' - she thinks. "Yeah. I wish I had you all for myself. Seeing you pose in these tantalizing outfits for these boys, and then the idea of selling the picture to the people in town made me lose my cool." - he explains, a gloomy look on his face. "I am sorry, hun." - she says. 'I didn't realize he could get so jealous... I don't like this side of his...' - she thinks, fearful and worried. "You don't have anything to apologize for. I went too far. I see that I was being possessive and insecure." - Dennis admits. "No need to be jealous, Dens. You are the only one for me." - she says, trying to mend things. They hug. "You are not mad at it anymore?" "No, I can't bear the fact that I hurt you. I am truly sorry." - he says, opening his arms for another hug. 'He means it. I can see it. He's so silly for worrying about something so harmless. Men are really insecure. Darn... I am a little sad now... and I was looking forward to today...' - she thinks, and they hug again. "I would not even call it erotica." - Dennis adds with a smile. "Right? You see more in regular magazines." - she agrees, and they both giggle. "That's true! Even at the beach yesterday, women were wearing way less." - he says. "So you do not mind?" - the busty wife-to-be asks. 'I didn't think he minded if I showed off... but it seems like he sometimes does. He's so weird... but I love him.' "I'll try to be more supportive. Please forgive me, babe." - the future-husband pleads. "I forgive you, hun. Please do not be jealous..." - Lana says. '... over such a silly thing.' - she completes in her head. "I love you." "Okay. Love you too." - Dennis says, feeling calmer. "Promise me that you will get along with the boys?" - she asks. "Hmm..." - he thinks. He doesn't need to be upset; she only has eyes for him. Dennis knows his fiance can be too gullible sometimes, but she doesn't see any harm in her actions. She is legitimately trying to help. He needs to support her; they are partners. "Please? These boys need our help. They need role models... to see that nerds can succeed in life." - the beautiful green-eyed teacher says. "I did manage to get a great job and a sexy fiancee." - he says cockily. "That is the spirit!" - she says excitedly. "Man, I wish I had a good teacher/mentor like you in school." - Dennis admits. "You do?" - Lana asks. "Yeah, the suffering would have been much more bearable." - he chuckles. "Awww..." - she coos. They exchange a quick kiss. "Especially with these big boobies!" - he squeezes her tits. She giggles and slaps his hand playfully. "Not now, Mr. Pervert. They can come back at any minute." - she points to the tent. "No regrets!" - he winks. She shows him her tongue. "Okay, babe. I will give them a chance. For you." - he promises. "Thanks, hun. I appreciate your support." - Lana says warmly. She gets close to him and puts her mouth to his ear. "I will reward you later..." - she huskily whispers as she grabs his peepee. He gulps in anticipation. "Hey boys, you can come out now!" - the teacher says aloud before Dennis has the chance to ask about it. ***** The trio comes out of the tent. All three are clearly nervous about possibly being in trouble. "Everything good?" - Jim asks anxiously. "Peachy." - Lana replies with a wide smile. "Dens agreed to help us. You can count him in." - she adds. The boys look at each other and shrug, their worries quickly fading. "Thanks, Dennis, we appreciate it." - Herb says, wiping some sweat off his plump brow. "All right! Fabio is going to go over the plan now. After that, we need to set some more stuff up before it opens." - Jim explains, trying to sound confident around Lana's fiancee. "Before it opens?" - the teacher asks. "Yeah, nobody is here because it starts at 11." - Herb informs. "We still have 15 minutes." - Simon adds. "Huh?!" - Lana utters, befuddled. "Yeah, babe. There is a sign over there saying that." - Dennis points in the sign's direction. Lana puts her hands to her temple as if processing something. 'Oh, gosh... I didn't have to let them touch me... or even show my breasts to them... oh, well... too late now, it can't be helped. I'll be more careful.' - she thinks. "Well... now that that is settled..." - Simon says, arching his eyebrow. "Let's go over the plan..." - he brings out a small whiteboard the size of a sheet of paper. There are already some things written on it. The long-haired boy adds the names of everyone underneath. "Hoseman, please explain the premise." Dennis looks at Lana and mouths, 'Hoseman?', she signals that she will tell him later. "This event will be treated as a special pre-order. Everyone can pre-order the 'Misty Making-of', available starting tomorrow. And if they do so, they can get an exclusive photo with Lana wearing a cool cosplay this afternoon." - the chubby boy says. Lana looks around. "Where are these photos happening?" - the teacher asks curiously. "We will set up an area over here after lunch." -- Herb explains, pointing to the empty space at the side of the tent. "Of course, people can come only in the afternoon. But those who get the pre-order earlier will have priority and more time with our cosplayer." - the ginger club president says. "What's the cosplay?" - Dennis asks, intrigued. "Princess Leia." - Hoseman answers with a grin. "Nice! Wait... not the slave version, right?" - the ginger fiancee asks cautiously. 'The slave version? From the name, it sounds... raunchy. Dens seems worried. I'll look it up later.' - the teacher makes a mental note. "Nope, don't worry." - Jim says reassuringly. "Anyway, Fabio, please go over the plan again." - he continues. Dennis glances at his betrothed again; the names are confusing to him. "Thanks, Prez. So, I'll explain to the customers how it works in the morning. Then Dennis will give them vouchers for the video and a mini-poster... is that cool?" - Simon asks, looking at his teacher's future-husband. Dennis looks at Lana, and she smiles at him. "All good. Please continue." - Dennis says. "Right. So, then Prez takes their money and gives them back any change. Hoseman hands the customers a ticket to come back to the cosplay event, and finally, Miss Lana will greet them." - the lanky student finishes. "Where do I stay, Fabio?" - the busty educator asks. "At the end of the table, on that chair." - the long-haired boy replies, pointing at the solo chair. "Sounds great." - she gives him a thumbs up. "Everyone knows their roles?" - Jim asks, and they nod. "Great, let's finish up and be prepared. People will be arriving in 10 minutes." - he says optimistically. They continue setting up the area and ensuring everything is ready on time. ***** As they arrange the chairs, Dennis approaches his fiancee. "Babe, what's up with the two names?" - he asks. "Ahhh..." - she giggles. "Well, Jim is called Prez, as in the president. He is their leader and the club president." - she explains. "Makes sense. Is Fabio because of the hair?" - Dennis takes a stab at it. "That is right, hun! You are so smart." - she beams at him. "I'm from the interwebs too." - he jokes, but she doesn't quite get it. "What about the hose one?" "Hoseman? Well... erm... it is a bit embarrassing." - she says timidly. "Come on, you can tell me. I had a ton of nicknames in school, too." - he says. "Even some bad ones." - he grimaces, recalling that some bullies called him Dennis Penis. "Oh right, the peepee one. Poor baby..." - she says, patting him on the head. "Well... his last name is Holgmann, right?" "Uh-huh?" - he says. "And his..." - she gets really close to him. "Pecker is massive... like a hose." - she whispers and covers her mouth in shock. "*laughs* that's funny!" - Dennis exclaims. Lana giggles too. "Yeah, I guess it is." - she smiles. "Did they tell you that?" - he asks. "They explained when I met them." - she answers. "I wonder how big it is..." - Dennis wonders. "It is enormous." - his future-wife says earnestly. His mouth falls open at her confession. "What? How do you know?" - he asks. "I may have seen it." - the beautiful fiancee admits. 'And maybe handled it a bit...' - she thinks. "You have?" - his eyes almost come out of their sockets. "Well, there were some medical exams in Gym Class. I could not help it." - she explains vaguely. "I see..." - he says, taking it all in. "Well... how big?" - he asks, unable to contain his curiosity. "Like ten inches!" - she whispers with mock appall. "Fudge me! I didn't think that was real." - Dennis says, slightly amazed. "What do you mean, hun?" - the innocent bride-to-be asks. "I thought it was just some porn thing." - he shakes his head. 'Oh, I guess Dens doesn't have much experience with penises. I beat him in that department!' - she giggles internally. "Ah, yes." - the buxom fiancee says. "Lucky him." - she adds. Dennis frowns. "Hmm... I guess." - he says, trying to move on from the conversation he started. 'Is Herb the biggest I've seen? Maybe tied with Pringle. Although Justin might give them a run for their money. I wonder how big Bill or Dick is? Wait... what am I thinking? Stop it, Lana, it's not the time to daydream about large penises.' - she shakes her head to dismiss the naughty thoughts. Everyone continues organizing things. Lana sees that her fiancee seems to be getting along with the boys. He sees them talking about pop culture things. She smiles, happy that he seems to be enjoying himself. Currently, he is engaged in discussion with Herb about cosplay. "... we are thinking about the next show." - Herbie says. "Yeah, need to one-up Misty. It'll be a challenge." - Dennis comments. "Any suggestions?" - the plump boy asks. Dennis thinks for a few seconds. "I'm partial to Wonder Woman." - the ginger man admits. "Good choice. New or old?" - Herb asks, scratching his shaved head. "Hmm... the new one has a certain charm with that skirt. But the old one in the leotard and the lasso might win it for me." - the fiancee elaborates. "Nice! I agree with you. A man after my own heart." - the chubby student says. Dennis laughs, and they fist-bump. After a couple more minutes, Jim calls everyone. "I think everything is set up. We can probably sit down and wait." - the club president says, and they all nod. Lana sits on her chair. As Dennis passes by, she holds his hand. "You seem to be getting along with them." - she smiles adoringly at him. "I have to admit. The boys are pretty cool. I would've been good friends with them in school." - he says. "See! I am happy to hear that. Thanks for giving them a change." - she squeezes his hand. "Sorry for being so stubborn. I wish there was someone our age in town that shared my interests." - Dennis says sullenly. As if hearing what he just wished, another person approaches the group. ***** "Hello, everyone!" - someone greets the group. Lana sees Pietro, the cameraman from WinstonTV, that filmed her beach interview and her live pussy exposure. He is Simon's dad, as evident by his lean build and long black hair. "Hey, dad! Just in time." - Simon says, waving at his father. "Hi, bud." - he says, making his way to the table. "Here to help. What can I do?" "Hi, Mr. Romano. You can help Dennis out." - Jim says respectfully. The newcomer glances at the ginger stranger and smiles warmly. "I don't believe we have had the pleasure. Pietro Romano." - the man says, extending his hand. "Dennis Laywood. Lana's fiancee." - Dennis shakes his hand. "Ah! Nice to meet you, man." - Pietro says. He leans in. "Lucky dog." - he mutters. Dennis laughs, happy for the praise. "Thanks. You will be helping me hand the vouchers and the posters to the customers." - Dennis says. "Ah, right. I helped Simon set them up. Cool, be right there. Will say hi to your lady first." - Pietro says, and starts talking towards the buxom teacher. Dennis nods. Maybe his prayers have been answered, and he will have a friend his age to talk pop culture with. One can only hope. Pietro approaches Lana at the end of the table. "Nice to see you again." - the long-haired man says. "You too, happy to see another familiar face." - the beautiful fiancee says. "Since you are here, I wanted to ask you something." - Pietro says. "Sure, anything for Simon's dad." - Lana says with a genuine smile. "I'm trying to rebuild my photography portfolio. It's been tough to get work, so I would love it if you could pose for me sometime. I can pay." - the skinny man explains. "Oh..." - she says, caught unaware by his request. "Don't worry, they will be strictly professional." - Pietro amends, concerned that she might have misunderstood him. 'I didn't even think about it that way... but I wouldn't mind helping him. Professionally. He seems like a nice guy, and if it's just some help to get his business booming...' - she evaluates. "And Dennis can come too." - he adds hastily, sensing she is in deep thought. "Sure, that sounds good." - Lana says agreeably. "Cool, you're saving my ass. Thanks. I will let Simon know, and he can tell you at the next AV Club meeting." - Pietro says and walks around the table. "Ah... wait..." - Lana says, and he stops. "Sorry for embarrassing myself yesterday." - she continues, blushing furiously. "Don't be. You didn't. It was titillating. The viewers loved you." - he says. And Lana's expression relaxes. "I think Jade will ask you to help on her next field report." "Oh, she already did. This Sunday." - the busty beauty informs. "Perfect, I will be your cameraman." - the long-haired man smiles at her. "I am counting on you to help me then." - Lana says nervously. "You bet!" - he winks at her. "I will give you a call later this week." - he says. Lana nods. The man goes around the table. Herb pulls a spare chair and places it next to Dennis. "Thanks, Herb." - Pietro says, patting the chubby boy on the back. Simon's dad sits down and starts to chat with Dennis. They seem to be hitting it off. "Okay, everyone. It's 11. Ready or not, here they come." - Jim jokes. "It's showtime." - Herb says, glancing at Lana, who nods apprehensively. ***** Town Square -- Meet and Greet At precisely 11am, a group of townsfolk approaches the secluded area. Lana doesn't recognize any adults, but a few random students are in the mix. "The line starts in front of Simon, at the sign!" - Pietro shouts to the people, pointing at a small sign next to the giant poster that says "~AV Club -- Making-of Event~". The first customer lines in front of the long-haired AV Club student. Lana observes the man as Simon explains how things work. Then, the man moves to Dennis, who gives him a voucher with a forced grin, while Pietro hands him a small-sized poster. 'Gosh... this is so embarrassing... people are buying a scantily clad picture of me...' - she thinks, staring at the man analyzing her poster in front of her fiancee. The words from Dennis resonate in her head. 'Is it pornography? No, no... it's not. It's just a photo to help my students and their club out. This is harmless.' - she tells herself. The townie hands money to Jim and receives a ticket from Herb. He stops in front of the busty teacher and opens a wide smile. "H-hello..." - Lana stammers timidly, extending her hand. "A handshake? Pff. Give your first customer a hug!" - the man bellows and goes in for a hug. "Eep!" - the teacher squeaks uncomfortably as the man embraces her. "Okay..." - she says reluctantly. She feels her breasts mashing against the man's chest. Suddenly, she feels a hand squeeze her butt. "Looking forward to jerking off to your video." - the bold man whispers in her ear. She gasps, shocked and stimulated by his words. Chuckling, he releases her. "See you later, hot stuff." - he walks away. Lana glances at her fiancee, who seems busy with others customers. She doesn't even have time to process when the next fan is in front of her. "Hello, I'm a big fan!" - the young man says enthusiastically. "You a-are?" - she asks, surprised. "Since yesterday when I saw your pussy on TV. Good work." - he says. The buxom teacher blushes furiously. "Can I hug you now?" - he asks, and she nods sheepishly. He hugs her, lingering a bit too long. Stuck in the hug, Lana overhears her future-husband. "I am her fiancee." - Dennis says matter-of-factly. "Nice, her boobs are amazing!" - the teenager says. Lana recognizes him from Gym class. She feels a pang coming from her cooch. "T-thanks..." - Dennis replies, embarrassed and pleased to be complimented by someone else. The young guy in front of her breaks the hug. "Are we going to see you like this today?" - he asks, pointing at the poster. "Erm... uh... maybe..." - she replies, unsure. She glances at Herb, who is nodding affirmatively. "With your titties out? Fuck yeah!" - the young customer says, walking away without waiting for an answer. Lana inhales, uneasy. 'Oh, gosh... why did Herbie say that? Hope people don't get the wrong impression of this afternoon.' - she reflects worriedly. "Don't be nervous, Miss Lana." - Herb says, sensing her queasiness. "They are all here because they are your fans." "They are?" - she asks, flabbergasted by his statement. "For real. You're starting to get a small cult following. I bet that after this and the events from yesterday, everyone in town will be your fan." - the chubby boy states. "Wow. Thanks, Hoseman." - she smiles at him, feeling more comfortable with the situation. The following person to greet our teacher is one of the school's students. She extends her hand again, and to her surprise, the boy takes it. "What I really want to feel is this..." - the teen says, grabbing her large breast with his other hand. The future-wife moans, caught by surprise. After a couple squeezes, he lets go and leaves. 'Everyone is being so daring. I hope Dens doesn't mind.' - she thinks. Lana glances at her fiancee, and to her amazement, he looks back at her. Dennis gives her a smile while handing a voucher to the new customer in front of him. 'He is okay with it! Well... I shouldn't worry then. If Dens is good, then I should be too. Let it go, Lana... relax. I will enjoy and have fun.' - she decides. Lana does not know this, but Pietro and the AV Clubs boys had planned to distract Dennis when there were no customers, so he is utterly unaware of what is going on between her and the townsfolk. The next fan gives her an awkward half-hug. She braces herself, expecting a grope. To her disbelief, nothing happens, and the person quickly leaves. This happens again with the next person. 'Huh... why am I feeling disappointed? That's weird. Do I want them to touch me in public? In front of the townspeople and my students?' - she ponders, and her cooch throbs in answer. 'Yes? I do... don't I... goodness...' - she realizes, but her thoughts get interrupted by the next customer. "You're so bloody hot, I wish I could fuck you." - the middle-aged bald man says. Lana gasps. "Eh... Ahm... I have a fiancee..." - she says, pointing at Dennis. 'These people are so brass...' - she reflects, her snatch twitching at the idea. "I bet he wouldn't mind. I don't." - the bald man smirks at her, looking her up and down lecherously. Something in his gaze makes Lana shudder. 'He is looking at me like a piece of meat... gross... it's also kind of dirty... like I only exist to serve his needs and stroke his big penis... wow...' - her mind whirls for a second. The bald man smiles at her reaction. "Of course, he will! I am not going to have sex with you." - she says adamantly. "Let me ask him..." - the audacious man says, walking over to Dennis. "Hey, man. I heard you're her boyfriend." - he says, interrupting the current customer. "I am her fiancee." - Dennis corrects the man politely. "Whatever. Listen, do you mind if I fuck the lady with the huge tits? It'll be quick." - the bald man asks. "What?" - Dennis stands, furious. "I mind. A lot." - he growls. Pietro grabs his arms and shakes his head, trying to get the ginger fiancee to cool down. 'Go, Dens! He looks so sexy, protecting my chastity. I love him so much.' - Lana admires her good-looking betrothed. "Damn. Doesn't hurt to ask." - the bald man shrugs. "You're so lucky, dude." "Erm... thanks." - Dennis says at ease. He sits back. "How is she in bed?" - the bald man asks. The customers around them perk up, interested in the answer. "Uhhh..." - Dennis stammers. A broad figure stands behind the man and puts his hand on the bald man's shoulder. "He wouldn't know. Lana is a virgin. They both are." - Jack informs the man. Dennis groans. 'Oh, Jack is here! I hope he brought Lilly.' - Lana thinks excitedly. "What? For real, Jack?" - the middle-aged bald man asks incredulously. Jack nods. "What a waste!" - he throws his arms up and walks back to Lana. Jack begins chatting with Dennis about something while he hands the voucher to a previous customer. Lana's view is blocked by the returning customer. "Come on, man, you're holding up the line!" - the next person in line says to the bald man. He is a south Asian man. "Yeah. Hug or move on." - Herb says with authority. "Beh. Very well... come here, hottie." - the middle-aged bald man hugs the curvy teacher. He takes advantage of the opportunity and squeezes both her ass-cheeks with intent. "So plump." - he comments. Someone taps him on the shoulder. "Okay, dude. You've had enough. Move on." - Jim says, frowning. The man breaks the hug, says something under his breath, and moves away. "Sorry about that, Miss Lana." - the student adds. "Erm... some people are just rude. Cannot be helped." - she says and puts her hand to his face. "Thanks for coming to my defense, Prez." - the teacher kisses her student on the cheek. Jim smiles dumbly and goes back to his seat. The subsequent customer, the south Asian guy, says hi and hugs the teacher. Sensing that he will not do anything else, she whispers in his ear. "Feel free to touch me..." - she says shyly, her desires speaking loudly. The man doesn't hesitate and gropes her ass with one hand and a boob with the other hand. She moans softly. He steps away after a couple seconds. "Thanks! My uncle was telling the truth. You love being a slut." - the Indian man says. Lana gasps. "I am not a slut..." - Lana defends herself weakly. "Who is your uncle?" "The doctor. He should be coming over in a bit. See ya, Miss Slut!" - the young man says, chuckling. Lana feels her breathing get heavier. These situations are getting her hot. She spots Jack, Lilly, and their young child coming toward her. "You are? Damn, I wish I had your confidence." - someone roars to Dennis. "About what?" - Dennis asks curiously. "To be cool with your girl exposing herself to strangers." - the customer replies. "She's just helping out..." - Dennis says awkwardly. Lana can't hear anymore as Jack butts in front of her. "Howdy, neighbor." - the portly, bald man says. "Hi Jack, hi again Lilly." - Lana greets her neighbors. "Say hi to Lana, Evan." - Lilly says, and the boy waves. Lana smiles at the precious kid. "How is my favorite naughty teacher doing?" - Jack asks. "Ah..." - Lana blushes. Jack had a way with her. "Good, good..." - she says shyly. "Hope these mischievous boys are not working you too hard." - Lilly says, patting Herb on the head. The AV Club student smiles. "Not at all. They are lovely. I could not ask for better students." - the teacher says, admiring her pupils. "That's splendid. We just came for a quick hug before we leave." - the housewife says. "Oh, where are you going?" - Lana asks, making small talk. "Dropping Evan off with his grandparents for a few days." - the overweight neighbor elaborates. "With Jack Senior?" - the gullible teacher asks. A visual of the old man's penis flashes in her head. She blushes, and Jack chortles. "Nah. Dad leaves at the senior home. I meant Lilly's parents." - Jack explains. "We'll try to be back for the afternoon. Don't want to miss your sexy costume." - Lilly says, holding Lana's hand. "We need to support our big-titted neighbor." - the overweight bald man smiles. "Erm... thanks." - Lana replies timidly, blushing again. The neighbors embrace quickly and leave. Another customer promptly takes their place. As they exchange another hug, the strange man with glasses lifts his cosplay voucher. "Are we going to see you naked today?" - he asks, pointing at the event invitation. "Uhh... I do not think so..." - the shapely educator says embarrassingly. "Maybe." - Herb answers, nodding his head. Lana glares at him. "Nice! You have an amazing ass." - the strange man says, adjusting his glasses. "Oh, thank you." - she replies politely. "Can I see it?" - the glass-wearing man asks. 'Another request... what will they want next? Ugh...' - she sighs. "Why not? Miss Lana, can you quickly turn around for him?" - Herb says. She is about to protest when he adds. "We don't want to hold up the line." - he points. The line is indeed growing faster than they can take care of. 'Oh, Herb is right. The line is getting out of hand. Seems harmless to turn and show my bum.' - she evaluates. Nodding, she turns and arches her back, emphasizing her ample posterior to the man. Her blue leggings are tight and showcase her assets nicely. "Not bad, but I had something more like this in mind..." - the glass-wearing man says, pulling down her leggings. Lana feels her pants slide down her ass, together with her cotton panties. "Eeeeekkk!" - the teacher yelps, jumping forward and away from the man. That causes him to lose the grip on her leggings and let go, but the damage is already done. Lana's creamy butt is exposed to everyone around. The curvy fiancee is stupefied, not knowing what to do. She looks and sees that her panties and leggings are lodged underneath the curve of her ass. 'Oh, no... my butt is out.... Everyone can see it... Lana, do something... come on...' - she thinks, not moving. She feels her cooch dampening due to the risque situation. She hears people talking and commenting about her state of undress. Some townsfolk start applauding and cheering the teacher. That sends a jolt down her body, waking her senses. She pulls her leggings up, embarrassed. "What are you doing!" - Lana complains to the odd man. "Oh, sorry!" - the glass-wearing man apologizes. "I slipped." - he grins. "It's okay, everyone! It was an accident." - Herb says to the small gathering. He then glowers at the man. "Sir, you should leave." - Jim states, standing up. Sensing the hostility of both boys, the man lets out a grumble and leaves with his head down. Lana looks at Dennis. He looks worried. She mouths a 'sorry' and gives her fiancee a thumbs up. He nods apprehensively. Dennis had not seen the event. He is worried about something Pietro told him regarding a TV show adaptation. 'Oh, gosh... why do I keep attracting these kinds of people... is it because I kinda like it? No, no... I didn't want that to happen... or did I? Is that why I couldn't move? It was mortifying... but also so arousing...' - she reflects. "Sorry, Miss Lana. I shouldn't have encouraged him." - Herb says, disrupting her thoughts. "It is fine, Hoseman. You could not have known. Thanks. You too, Prez." - the teacher says, trying to use their nicknames to prove she is not upset. "We're here for you, Miss Lana." - Jim says. She smiles at them. "Is it okay if I sit down for a bit? Want to avoid any further accidents." - she asks. They both agree, and she sits just in time for the next customer. ***** The next couple of people shake her hand and hug her halfheartedly. 'Everyone is probably discouraged due to what just happened. A bit disappointing... but maybe it's for the best.' - she thinks. Andrew, her student, and a stranger are the next ones to greet her. "Hi, Miss Cox. You look beautiful here." - the boy says, referring to her poster. "Thanks, Drew. And who might that be?" - she asks, nodding to the handsome but sickly-looking man next to him. "Miss Cox, this is my father." - Andrew introduces. "I am Nigel Winston-Phillips. A pleasure to make your acquaintance." - the blonde man says, extending his hand to the busty teacher. Lana looks him up and down. He's the spitting image of an adult Andrew, with an added air of fragility. "Hello, it is nice to meet you." - she says, shaking his hand and smiling. "Thanks for taking care of my son. He speaks highly of you." - Nigel says seriously. "That is great to hear." - the teacher says. 'He is so serious. The apple didn't fall far from the tree here.' - she thinks, amused. "Uncle Bill and my father are also fond of you." - Nigel states. "Oh... I like Dick." - she says, then blushes when she realizes what she said. The two men don't seem to care. "They are great. Bill has helped me quite a bit." - she adds quickly. "Indeed, Bill can be exceptionally encouraging. Is that your husband over there?" - Nigel asks, nodding at Dennis. "We are not married yet. But yes, we are together." - Lana answers. "Good, I should have a word with him one of these days." - the blonde man says cryptically. "Nice to meet you, Miss." - he says and walks away. "You too!" - the brunette beauty says. "May I hug you?" - Andrew asks all of a sudden. He's blushing. "Of course, Drew." - the teacher replies lovingly. 'He is so cute, all shy.' - she thinks. The blonde boy hugs her, but since she is sitting, the hug is awkward as he has to bend down slightly. She does feel a tiny bump in his pants rub against her shoulder. 'Is that his weenie?' - she muses. 'Someone is excited to see me.' - she giggles in her head. Andrew breaks the hug. "Thanks, Miss Cox. See you tomorrow!" - the student says, walking off to his dad. "See you, Drew." - she waves at him. A man's well-built shadow takes the boy's place. "Long time no see, Lana." - Roger says, winking. "Oh, hi again." - she replies giddily. Her colleague is movie-star attractive, making the teacher's heart flutter for a second. "Summer worked me good. I'm all spread out." - he chuckles at his reference. "That is good." - she says, reddening, self-conscious of what happened earlier. "So, what can I have you do?" - her pervert colleague asks. "Ehm... we can hug or shake hands." - the busty teacher replies, looking around. "How much for a kiss?" - the fit man asks with a lecherous grin. "I h-have not kissed anyone..." - Lana says shakily. "Yet." - Roger winks at her. 'Gosh, he's so handsome...' - she admires. Roger turns to the chubby student close to her. "Herbster, if I buy 3 making-of videos, can I get a kiss from her?" - the male teacher asks. "Sure?" - Herb says with a shrug. "I do not accept that." - Lana says, trying to put her foot down. 'If Roger does it, everyone will want to do it... yes, a kiss is harmless, but I'm not sure it's the best course of action... it's supposed to be a simple meet and greet.' - she thinks. Roger leans over, getting his face right above hers. "Of course you do. I recall someone enjoying Summer's touch way too much. It would be a shame if everyone knew that." - the deviant teacher says quietly. "You would not..." - she says, but he smiles at her. "I should not kiss your mouth." "Who said anything about my mouth?" - Roger says lecherously. "Huh?" - the buxom teacher cocks her head. "I want you to kiss my dick." - he whispers nonchalantly. She gasps softly. 'Oh gosh... what is he saying... that's so improper... right here... in front of everyone...' - she thinks, but once again, she can feel her nipples hardening at the mere thought. "I cannot... we are in public..." - the future-wife says weakly. The way she said it almost sounds like she would be okay with doing it in private. "No worries, smooch it over my pants. Harmless." - Roger reasons. "Not directly?" - Lana asks. "Yeah. I bought 3 videos. Seems reasonable." - the pervert teacher insists. 'Oh... I guess it's not direct contact... and if I don't do it, I feel he will not let it go. He is so persistent when it comes to naughty stuff.' - she speculates. The teacher looks around her. 'Maybe I can do it quickly. Nobody will see.' - she assesses. "Fine, just so you leave me alone." - Lana says with reluctance. She looks him in the eyes. "You are such a degenerate." - she shakes her head. "You love it." - Roger smirks. He gets close to her ear. "Such a slutty teacher." - he whispers. She holds her breath and feels her cooch gush. Lana glances at Herb, who is staring intensely at her. He gives her a thumbs up. 'Oh gosh, sorry, Dens. I know I should not do this in front of everyone... but it's the easiest way to get rid of him... doesn't seem too bad since it is over the pants.' - she convinces herself. Roger's crotch is already at eye level with her. She leans forward and kisses his pants, where his fly is. "Ahm... sorry, you missed it." - he points out. "This might help..." - the degenerate teacher opens his fly, revealing his striped boxers. The bulge of his decently-sized penis is evident to the gullible teacher. "I guess..." - the wife-to-be replies softly, biting her lower lip with desire. Lana kisses his cloth-covered penis, feeling the hardening shaft pressing against her lips. 'Goodness... this is so exciting...' - she thinks as her sex dampens her panties. "Thanks, Lana. Money well spent!" - the teacher says, fist-bumping Herb. The boy is wide-eyed and speechless. "G-glad you liked it...." - the beautiful fiancee says timidly. "See you tomorrow. Bye, Herbster!" -- Roger says, and the student waves awkwardly at his teacher. 'Gosh... this was a bit too much... I hope Dens is not upset.' - she thinks. Lana looks at her fiancee, who is chatting with Pietro. Simon's father points to Lana, and Dennis turns. Her husband-to-be smiles at her and gives her a thumbs-up. He then turns to the next customer. 'Oh good... he is not upset. I guess he didn't mind. Like Roger said, it was a reasonable request.' - she concludes, her mind just a tad more corrupted. ***** "Hey, teach!" - the next customer greet her. It is her naughty student, Lukas, Mary's son, and the TTT trio's leader, the school's pranksters. "Oh, hi Lukas!" - the teacher greets him. 'Oh, no! Lukas is following up Roger... just great. One naughty boy after the other...' - she thinks, her tummy fluttering. "Can I have a hug?" - Lukas asks innocently. "Sure thing." - she replies with a sigh. Lana stands and hugs her student. 'Of course he does...' - she thinks as his hands make contact with her plump buttocks. The boy spends a few seconds groping and mauling her ass. "I love your ass, teach." - the teen says to her. "Thank you." - she replies, used to his sexual compliments. "I'll come back in the afternoon and bring BJ and Wyatt. They'll be thrilled." - Lukas says, breaking the hug and stepping back. "Ah..." - the teacher complains but quickly composes herself. "You do that. We need to sell all the copies we can." - she adds with a wide smile. He waves goodbye and leaves. 'That was uneventful. I thought Lukas would be a bit more daring... Darn... why am I so disappointed? Again.' - she reflects. Lana thinks she is frustrated by her feelings, but in reality, she is frustrated with the lack of "action". A few more townsfolk come next; they hug and sneakily molest the teacher's butt or tits before leaving. Flora, the school's librarian, is next in line. "Hi, Lana." - the woman greets. She is pretty, in her early 30s, has curly dark hair, rimmed glasses, and is nerdy sexy, in a librarian kind of way. You know the look. "Hi Flora, it is lovely great to see you!" - Lana says, happy to see a friendly face. "You too. Love the setup. You are so daring." - Flora purrs at her. The librarian clearly had a thing for the busty teacher. "Uhh... I am doing this for the students." - Lana explains, embarrassed. "Of course. You and I both." - the curly-haired nerd winks at her. "Can I have a kiss? - she asks. "Oh..." - the teacher mutters. "It's just a friendly kiss between ladies." - Flora says innocently. 'Another request for a kiss... they will keep asking me, right? Well, if it's going to happen might as well be with a pretty woman. Maybe I can keep it to women-only... ' - she deliberates. "Erm... I think that is okay." - Lana answers shyly. "Can you ask your boyfriend? It's going to be so hot if you announce it to everyone." - the librarian suggests. "It will?" - the curvy teacher asks, not bothering to correct her coworker. "Yeah, imagine everyone looking at our kiss. Our sexy lips mashed together, swapping saliva. Every man in here wishing we would be giving them a private show." - Flora describes with lustful eyes. "Wow... that does seem hot..." - Lana says sincerely. 'I guess all men are perverts after all... even Dens. Yesterday more than proved it.' - she squeezes her legs. "Right?! So... ask him, please." - her nerdy coworker requests. "O-okay..." - the busty teacher agrees. She turns to her fiancee. "Dens! Dens!" - she yells. Someone pokes him and points at Lana. Dennis turns with an arched eyebrow. "Would you mind... if I... k-kiss Flora?" - she shouts shyly. "With tongue..." - the librarian says. "I mean... t-tongue-kiss Flora?" - the blushing fiancee adds. Everyone turns to look at the scene, holding their breaths for Dennis' answer. "Uhhh..." - Dennis mutters, seemingly broken by her requests. Pietro shoves him playfully. "Not at all, babe. Go ahead!" - he shouts back, evidently excited about the upcoming lesbian display. All the customers cheer his decision. "Oh, gosh... how embarrassing..." - Lana says, flushed. Her cooch throbs expectantly. "You did great. So hot." - Flora says. She leans forward. "I'm so wet... I wish you could feel it...." - she whispers. Lana gasps, but it sounds more like a moan. Lana, unable to hold back anymore, attacks the mouth of the sultry librarian. The women kiss, making out with their tongues. Around them, every person is dead quiet, with their eyes glued to the raunchy scene. If I told you that you could hear a pin falling, I wouldn't be exaggerating (okay, maybe a little). Flora pulls back a little but sticks her tongue out. This causes their tongues to fight and interlace outside their mouths, giving everyone an erotic show. Both women sexually moan at the intense sensation. 'Goodness... this is so hot... she tastes so good... her tongue is magical...' - Lana thinks. She feels the librarian pulling away. "Are you wet now, too?" - Flora purrs. Lana nods. "Maybe we can play at school..." - she suggests. "Yessss.... That would be fun..." - the busty teacher says breathlessly. "Meet me at the library whenever you want. Would love to taste your tight snatch." - the nerdy woman says sensually. Lana moans and goes in for another kiss. They make out a bit more. 'Her tongue... on my cooch... that would be even more amazing. Can I do it? Is it okay letting a coworker play with my coochie? Hmm... Dens said another woman is okay... so any woman should be fine.' - the busty fiancee thinks. 'Mmm... her kiss is so hot... I wish it didn't have to end, but it's time. I have fans waiting' - she decides. Lana breaks the kiss, panting. Flora smiles and gestures goodbye, sauntering away. "You did great, Miss Lana." - Herb says encouragingly. Lana looks around and sees quite a few pants tenting. She glances at Dennis, who has a horny look on his face. She smiles at her lover, who smiles back. Simon says something to the ginger man, who turns around to chat with the long-haired student. Every townsfolk that watched the sexy lesbian display comes to the same conclusion: the kissing floodgates are open. Lana barely finishes saying hi to the next customer when they lean forward and steal a mouth kiss from the busty teacher. They don't linger for long, but enough so nobody can mistake it for a chaste peck. "Hey... what was that?" - she asks, surprised. "Well, you kissed the librarian. It is only reasonable that your fans have a turn too." - the guy says. The one behind him agrees. "My turn now! - the next one says, taking his place. 'Oh, well... I expected this to happen. They are right, I kissed Flora, and they are also here supporting me also, so it makes sense. At least it's just a few smooches.' - she evaluates. The next few customers all exchange kisses with the wanton teacher. Of course, they also grope her voluptuous figure. There are even a couple students that follow and do the same. After a few kisses, Lana is on fire, her body begging for more. ***** "If it isn't my favorite chinaal. Hello, sweety!" - an old south Asian man says. "Oh, hello, Dr. Hardik. How are you?" - Lana says. She has not seen the doctor since Thursday. To her, it felt like an eternity ago. "Achcha, good." - the sexagenarian Indian man replies. "I heard you met my nephew." "Yes, he stopped by earlier." - the busy teacher says. "Hope you didn't let him play with your chut. That's just for me." - the senior pervert smiles. "Erm, sorry. I do not know what that is." - she answers earnestly. "Your vagina, sweety." - the Indian doctor says impatiently. "*Gasp*... I have not..." - Lana mutters shyly. "Achcha, achcha. More for me." - the old man says, stretching his arms and contacting her pussy with his palm. "Oh... oooohhh..." - she moans. "Stop that, you pervert doctor." - Lana says, slapping his hand away. She sees that some people around them notice it. "Arre... just for now. Give this old man a hug." - the south Asian doctor says, opening his arms. "Only if you control yourself..." - she squints at him. Dr. Hardik nods. 'Just a quick hug, I shouldn't make a scene...'. She hugs the senior Indian man. "You are such a hot chutiya." - he whispers in her ear. "Thanks?" - she replies, moving her head away from his. "You are welcome, chinaal. I'll come back in the afternoon, maybe give you a good choda." - Dr. Hardik says happily. "Uhh..." - Lana looks at him, lost. "How do you say that? Ah! Give you a good fucking." - the doctor says with a grin. She gasps, and he rolls his eyes. He mutters something under his breath. "Ram-ram!" - the elderly Indian man says, walking away impatiently. 'Goodness... he's always so perverted and impatient... I don't know what to think... well... he always manages to get his way with me. Honestly, he's a bit scary. Maybe that's it.' - she reflects. A mousy older male and a tall young man are next in line. "Hello, dear." - Prof. Henry greets her. He is a short and scrawny tenured professor that works with Lana. He is in his mid-60s and is wearing a tweed jacket and a boater hat. "G'morning, Miss Cox." - Kenny says. He is a tall, lean and simple 20-year-old man who works as the school janitor. He is wearing simple jeans and a white t-shirt. "Hi, Professor and Kenny. It is nice to see you both." - Lana says to her colleagues. "Same here." - Prof. Henry says. "You look beautiful." - Kenny blurts out. "Aw, thanks, Kenny." - she says, blushing slightly. 'He's always so forward...' "We met on the way here and decided to come to say hi." - the old teacher says, shifting his footing. "That is great. So, you both want hugs?" - Lana asks. "Make that a kiss for me, darling." - Henry says lecherously. She sighs. "Sure..." - she says agreeably. "Me too, me too! - Kenny says. Lana giggles at his enthusiasm. She gives each of her coworkers a smooch on the lips. "Hope to see you again in the afternoon." - the future-wife says. Prof. Henry puts his hand on Lana's ass cheek and starts groping it. Seeing that, Kenny grabs one of her boobs. She moans softly. "I wish. I 'ave work to do." - the tall janitor says sadly. "Oh, that is unfortunate, Kenny." - she says, holding his other hand in support. "Don't fret, boy. I'll talk to your aunt Stella. I'm sure she will let you off the hook." - Prof. Henry says. "'Ya think so?" - Kenny asks, hopeful. "Yeah, let's go pay her a visit. And then we can come back later." - the old teacher says. "We need to see this ass again." - he pats her posterior. She squeaks. "Awesome! See you later, Miss Cox!" - the janitor rushes away. Henry tips his hat to the teacher and follows the young man. Lana smiles at them. 'I am glad to have such nice coworkers. Henry always goes a bit too far, but he's a harmless lecher. He means well... look at how good he is to Kenny.' - she analyzes. ***** No other customers are waiting for her. Curiously, she glances at the front of the line and sees that Jim and Herb are holding it, talking to Chloe and Jen, their schoolmates. Jim appears to be a tad flustered chatting with Jen. The two girls are similar in appearance, being both pretty, with long hair and a fit athletic body. Even their bust size is the same, C-cups. The main notable difference is their hair; Chloe is blonde, while Jen is a brunette. The popular girls say goodbye to the nerdy boys and make their way to their curvy teacher. "Hi, Miss Lana." - Chloe says cheerily. "Hey." - Jen says briskly. "Hello, girls!" - Lana greets her students. 'Oh right... I forget how different they are, personality-wise.' - Lana reflects amused. While Chloe is peppy and talkative, Jen is bratty and mean. The two are the captain and vice-captain of the volleyball team, respectively. "I see you're making out with peeps, Miss Lana. Can I have some?" - Chloe asks lusciously. "Ermm... I guess so..." - the buxom educator says with resignation. The two hot ladies exchange a tongue kiss. They seem really into it. When Lana breaks the kiss, she notices that everyone around is staring. She blushes. "It's your turn, Jen. Go ahead." - Chloe says, pushing her friend forward. "Don't want to." - the brunette athlete says with a foul expression. "Come on..." - the blonde teases her friend. "It is okay, Chloe, if she does not want to." - Lana adds, trying to move on. "Nah, she loves it." - Chloe reveals. "When do you miss an opportunity to make out with a hot girl? You know you want to." "*Che*..." - Jen makes an unhappy sound. "Fine." The tight brunette approaches the teacher and goes in for a kiss. Lana doesn't know what to expect, but the athlete's expert mouth is too much for our teacher, who gives herself fully to the kiss. 'Oh, my... what's with all these women being amazing kissers... she is as good as Flora, if not better. Goodness... she's amazing...' - Lana reflects. She feels Jen's hand groping her breast. "I love your big tits..." - Jen whispers between breaths. Lana's cooch clamps. They continue to make out for a bit longer. Lana glances at Chloe and finds that Principal Bill is suddenly there, embracing and kissing the fit athlete. Jen finally breaks the kiss, a string of saliva pornographically uniting their sexy lips. "Hi, Bill. Nice of you to come by." - Lana says, out of breath. Bill Winston-Phillips releases his great-nephew's girlfriend. The girl is left panting, all red in the face. "Hello, sunshine. I have to support my favorite teacher." - the old principal says. He is an oversized man of both height and weight. He looks like a giant bear next to the small and fit Chloe. The older man makes no signal to greet Lana. 'Why is he not kissing or hugging me? Did I do something wrong?' - Lana thinks, a little jealous. "You didn't buy a making-of, Uncle Bill." - the blonde athlete says. "Eh, I don't know these tech things. I help the club in other ways." - the principal says enigmatically. His hand lifts Chloe's skirt, and he starts groping her panty-covered ass in front of everyone. Jen smiles. 'Now he is groping her... and not me... humpf...' - the teacher thinks enviously. "Ahh... Uncle Bill... mmm..." - Chloe moans. His hands are between her cheeks. Jen bites her lower lip seeing her friend being openly abused by the old principal. Horny, the brunette athlete starts to squeeze Lana's tits. "This is a great event. Doll, I just came to say that I will bring Dick here this afternoon." - Bill says. Lana nods, looking forward to seeing them both. "Do I... ahh... get your dick?" - Chloe giggles. Jen giggles too. "Lewd girl. We'll see." - the big man says, removing his hand, sliding her panties up in a wedgie, and giving her bare bum a firm spank. *Slap!* The smacking sound echoes through the Town Square. "Ahhhhh...." - Chloe groans, her voice filled with pleasure. "Well, this is fun, but I have places to be. See you later, Lana." - Bill says, marching away. Chloe waves at Lana and follows her boyfriend's great-uncle. "This was nice, Miss Lana." - Jen says, squeezing her tits. She gives her a peck on the lips. "I'm looking forward to seeing you at school." "Ah... yes... me too. Bye!" - Lana replies awkwardly as the student goes off to join her friend. Lana becomes aroused by Jen's actions and Bill and Chloe's display, but even then, she can't get over her jealousy and disappointment. 'Why do I care so much? He doesn't need to touch or kiss me when we see each other. It's not like Bill is my boyfriend or anything... I have Dens...' - she thinks. But another voice comes to her head. 'And Chloe has Andrew. That is not stopping her from having fun and enjoying herself.' - the mysterious voice echoes. She knows the voice is right. Trying to return to her duty, the teacher takes a deep breath. Lana looks around at her students and notices that Jim seems blue. Herb seems to be consoling him. "Hi, give me a minute, please." - Lana says to the next customer. "Okay, but you'll make up to me." - the man grins. She nods and walks to her students. Jim has his head down, and Herb is trying to talk to him and the customers simultaneously. She sees that Dennis is in deep conversation with Pietro and Simon. "Jimmy, what is wrong?" - the buxom teacher asks worriedly. Jim looks up at his teacher, then glances at the customers. "Don't worry, I'll take care of them." - Herb says, patting his friend on the back. "Thanks, Hoseman." - the AV Club president says. "Miss Lana... it's a bit complicated." - he whispers gloomily. "It is fine, Prez." - she winks at him. "I am here to help. You can tell me anything." "Are you sure?" - the ginger student asks, concern on his face. "Of course." - she assures him. The teacher puts her hand on his knee. "Well... it's girl trouble." - Jim says nervously. "Who better to help you then? I am your mentor AND a girl." - Lana giggles. "Uhh... okay. So... like... I kinda like Jen." - Jim says awkwardly. "The Prez has a massive crush on her. For years!" - Herb adds with a smirk. "Hoseman, shut up." - the ginger boy says. His chubby friend laughs. "So, every time I try to talk to her, I stumble on my words, and I end up saying stupid things." - he grimaces. "Hmm, I see..." - the teacher comments. "What do I do, Miss Lana?" - Jim asks desperately. "Well, you are plenty confident talking to me." - Lana points out. "You are not a normal girl..." - the ginger student says, turning beet red. "But you do have a crush on Miss Lana, too." - Herb interjects. Jim groans. Lana knows that, so she's not surprised. She squeezes his legs with solace. "It's different... uh... Miss Lana is unattainable. She is way out of my league, so I don't have a reason to be that nervous around her." - the boy says. "But Jen, she's our age." 'In a different world, he might have had a chance... one where I didn't have Dens...' - she thinks, caught by surprise, not knowing where this thought came from. 'I have Dens. He's all I need. - she says assertively. "And you have a chance with her." - Lana states. "You think so?" - Jim asks, surprised. 'I need to give him confidence... me talking about his personality or cuteness won't matter... what do boys pride themselves in? Ah... I know...' - she thinks lustily. "Yes, she does not know what she is missing." - the teacher says impishly, moving her hand up until it contacts his crotch. She rubs the area carefully. "Ohh... ah! Well... but what do I do?" - the ginger student asks. "Ask her out." - she says obviously. "Just like that?" - Jim asks, wide-eyed. "Yup! Maybe Chloe told her all about your big pecker. They seem to share everything." - she says salaciously. "Are you sure?" - the boy asks, still insecure. "I am. It is the only way. Some women like confident men, and Jen seems to be that way. And she does seem to be quite... ehm... horny. So, being well-endowed will definitely help." - Lana winks at him. "Prez, I agree with Miss Lana. You got this." - Herb chimes in. "Try to practice during lunch on a mirror." - the teacher suggests. "Okay, I will ask her this afternoon." - Jim says, smiling at his teacher. The ginger president of the AV Club is unquestionably feeling more confident now. Sensing her job is done, the teacher returns to her assigned spot. 'I'm proud of myself for helping my students. I bet Dens will be, too... I'll tell him all about it later.' - she thinks, happy with herself. Unfortunately for Jim, Lana is unaware that Jen is a closeted lesbian. ***** The following customers are all random people from Winson. They hug, kiss, and molest the now-willing teacher. To her delight, they even whisper dirty things in her ear. Lana is quite worked up when Dennis shows up next to her. "Hey, babe." - Dennis says, smiling at his betrothed. "Hi, Dens. What are you doing here?" - she asks happily. "We'll be closing down soon for lunch, so I came to say hi." - he explains. "Aww, I missed you!" - she hugs him. "Missed you too..." - he replies, mid-hug. "You really hugged a lot of people, babe." - the future-husband says, laughing awkwardly. "Yeah, nobody was content with handshakes." - she says, and he frowns a little. She notices. "Did you have fun?" - she asks, looking at her fiancee. 'Hope he enjoyed what I did.' "A lot!" - Dennis answers with a large grin. "Oh, that is good." - Lana says, relieved. 'So he is fine with me being groped and kissed by strangers. I'm not sure why I always have doubts... I need to stop second-guessing it.' - she considers. "Pietro and I really hit it off. I feel like we'll become great friends." - he continues. "That is amazing, Dens. I am happy for you. Invite him over sometime." - the busty fiancee says. "I will. And your students are also great. They have great taste." - the ginger man says. "They do! They are the best." - she says, thinking how much the three boys like her and how nice they. are. "Oh! I gave Jim some good advice, and he is going to ask his crush out." - she says proudly. "Nice! Well done. Keep me updated, babe. I'm rooting for him." - Dennis says. "Me too." - she says, beaming at her adoring partner. The loving fiancees are interrupted by a group of four students. "Hi, Miss Lana." - Greg greets his teacher. He is a rounded-faced, short and obese boy in Mary's class and is constantly bullied. Speaking of his bullies, Zack Archer and 2 of his underlings are standing next to the fat student. 'Oh, no... this cannot end well...' - she thinks uneasy. "Hey, Greg, it is great to see you. Hi, Zack. Hi, boys." - the teacher greets. "'Sup, Miss C." - Zack says, copying Lana's nickname from his older brother. The boy is relatively short, a few inches taller than Greg, and in decent shape. He has a permanent sinister look on his face. "Boys, this is Dennis, my fiancee. Dennis, these are Mary's students at school." - Lana introduces. "Did you hear that, Greg? She called you just a mere student!" - Zack teases. "Stop it..." - the obese boy says unhappily. He turns to Dennis. "Hello, nice to meet you. I believe you work with my brother, Justin." - he smiles. 'They are both Zimmer!' - it dawns on her, remembering Lucius using Justin's full name yesterday. 'Gosh, this is getting worse and worse...' - she thinks. "I do! It's nice to meet Justin's baby bro." - Dennis says, fist-bumping the teen. "Hah, baby bro!" - Zack scuffs and his lackeys cover their mouths, laughing. "'Sup man." - he nods to Dennis. "Miss C, are you not going to kiss your boyfriend?" - the bully points to Greg. "Boyfriend?" - Dennis asks his betrothed, clearly confused. "Erm... it is a complicated story." - the future-wife says, indicating it's a story for another time. "See, Greg. I told you she wouldn't say anything in front of her real boyfriend!" - Zacks laughs, his underlings following along. "Shut up, Zack!" - the overweight student says, a tad more confident than usual. 'Oh, that's good... Greg's already more self-assured. Just a bit more, and he can fight back with words, not violence.' - she evaluates. "So lame!" "Fatso is a liar!" The other two students mock the chubby kid. His eyes fill with water. 'Ah... there he goes. Didn't last long. I need to do something... but Dens.... Hmm... I better explain to him. He will understand!' - she decides. "Boys, excuse me for a second." - Lana says, pulling Dens aside. The couple backs away from earshot. "Babe, what is this about a boyfriend?" - her fiancee asks, befuddled. "Dens, please do not be upset, but I told them I am Greg's school girlfriend." - she pleads. "What?!" - he says, baffled. He inhales profoundly. "Please explain." "These horrible teens were bullying the poor boy. You know what it is like." - she says, appealing to his teen years. "Uhh... yeah, I do." - he agrees. "This charade is just so they leave him alone. He told them that by mistake, and I did not want to contradict him in front of the bullies. I am honestly worried that Greg is going to do something drastic." - she admits, mimicking someone slitting their wrists. Lana is indeed worried for her student. "Woah! You think so?" - Dennis asks, wide-eyed. "I do. And it is harmless... similar to your coworkers, calling Cynthia your work wife." - Lana points out. 'Argh! I hate to think about that tramp being anything to Dens, but it's a similar situation.' - she reflects. "I guess..." - he says, still torn with the situation. He does not like his fiancee even pretending to be someone else's, but the fat kid is being bullied like there's no tomorrow. It's clear as day. "Besides... Greg is pitiful. Look at him." - she says. Dennis glances at the short and round boy, who has tears running down his flabby cheeks. "Yeah, he is pretty pathetic." - he admits. "Way worse than I was. Poor kid." "Please, just play along, Dens." - she begs. "I will make it up to you, I swear." - she coos, rubbing up to him. Dennis smiles hornily, thinking he can get lucky if he plays his cards right. "Okay, just because I love you so dang much." - the husband-to-be says, giving Lana a quick peck. "I love you too, hun." - she says affectionately. They return to the students. "So... did you both figure it out?" - Zack mocks, rolling his eyes. His lackeys snicker behind him. "Yes. Greg is my school boyfriend." - the teacher says emphatically. "Hah!" - the fat student shouts, sniffling. "And are you okay with that, dude?" - Zack asks in disbelief. "Yes... Lana is... she's very generous." - Dennis says, thinking of their future sexy times. 'Dens is okay if I treat Greg as my boyfriend... does that mean he is okay with anything that being boyfriend-girlfriend would entail? I better ask later. It's good to have that option in my back pocket. These teens are relentless.' - she thinks over. "Hah! What a loser." - the bully says, laughing at the teacher's fiancee with his friends. Dennis balls his hand into a fist, holding back to avoid punching the little fucker in the face. To his surprise, Lana talks back at the students. "Quiet, you three. I remember the disgusting slimy little worms in your pants." - Lana mimics their small penises using her pinky. Zack grumbles, and one of his friends whispers something in his ear. Dennis looks at her, astonished, and then he chuckles. Lana giggles too. "Ugh... well... *ahem*... if Greg is really your boyfriend..." - Zack says, a smirk forming on his fiendish face. "You wouldn't mind kissing him, right?" Lana is about to gasp, but she composes herself. 'Don't show weakness in front of these students. No need to give them any reason to keep teasing poor Greg.' - she evaluates. "As you should be aware, Greg is only my boyfriend at school." - Lana says condescendingly. "I knew it!" - one of the underlings says, snickering. 'Ah gosh... they won't leave the pathetic boy alone... I have to...' - she decides. Lana looks at Dennis with big puppy dog eyes. Her fiancee grimaces, knowing what is going to happen. He decides against saying anything, it seems to matter a lot to her, and it's just a silly smooch. "Screw it..." - she mutters. "Just this time. Come here, Greg." - the busty teacher demands. Dennis audibly holds his breath and grinds his teeth. He tells himself that he's doing this for her. The blubbery boy wobbles toward his teacher. They are the same height, so Lana leans forward and plants a big ol' kiss on his chubby lips. Zack studies the two, stares at Dennis, who seems unfazed, and then curses out loud. "Whatever..." - the bully says, frustrated. "Let's go, boys. See 'ya later, losers." - he huffs and leaves with his underlings on his heels. "Thanks, Miss Lana. Sorry about that, Mr. Dennis." - Greg says to the newbie couple. "It's okay. I know what it's like to be bullied." - Dennis answers. The teen smiles wide. "Agree! Us small-penis dudes have to stick together. Thanks." - the fat student says. Dennis gasps. "Can I come to see you this afternoon?" - he asks Lana. "Sure thing. I bet the boys will appreciate the support." - the teacher says. "Nice. See you, Miss Lana." - Greg says excitedly. "Run along now. See you later." - the full-figured educator says, and he rushes off, waving at them. "Sorry, Dens... he is a good kid... just... lost." - the busty wife-to-be justifies. "And you are a great teacher, babe. But how does he know about my penis?" - Dennis questions. "Ah... I had to tell him. He was crying about his size. I told him he had nothing to worry about as you are a good example of 'size does not matter'." - she says naively. 'Well... it matters a little... but not in the love department.' - she corrects herself. "Ugh..." - Dennis mutters, putting his hand to his forehead in concern. "He is going to keep a secret. I promise. I wanted to give him more confidence." - she explains. "You are too good, babe." - the ginger fiancee shakes his head. "Thanks." - Lana says. 'We're alone... this is the perfect moment to ask him.' - she concludes. "Hun, are you okay if I keep treating Greg as my 'school boyfriend'?" - she makes quotation marks. "I guess so. He must have it pretty hard if this is any indication." - Dennis sighs. "He does. And Zack and the others are always doubting him. Are you okay if I play into it?" - the curvy teacher asks. "Like what?" - he asks. He sometimes had difficulty comprehending his fiancee. Dennis misogynistically thinks that it's related to not understanding women. "Hmm... I can act like as did at the start of our relationship." - the future-bride says. 'If I recall, there was a bit of kissing and playing with Dens' penis.' - she reminisces. "Holding hands and stuff?" - Dennis asks. To him, their relationship started overly tame. "Yes, that too. Do you remember?" - she asks with a wink. 'I remember when I licked Dens' peepee... it was so scary since it was my first time doing so. That was a bit later, but he was technically my boyfriend. I wonder if that counts?' - she ponders. "Like it was yesterday. Good times." - he smiles, a horny look on his face. 'Phew! Glad he doesn't mind. To keep the charade up, these boys probably expect me to go a tad further than kissing.' - she analyzes. "You are the best. I love you, Mr. Pervert." - she coos and rubs his crotch region. "You deserve a big reward tonight... think about it." - she whispers sultrily. "Mmm... I love you too, babe. And I will." - he mutters, a small bump visible on his pants. "Oh! What did you mean about Zack's little worm?" "Ah, yeah... I saw during PE's medical exams, as I told you earlier." - she admits. "Ugh, babe. How many students' penises have you seen?" - Dennis asks rhetorically. Lana is about to answer "all of them" when the couple is interrupted. "Hi, Lana! Good to see you again!" - a petite Korean woman greets. "Viv!" - the busty teacher says gleefully. Squealing, the two women hug each other. After, Lana turns to her fiancee. "Dens, this is Nurse Vivian Park. She is in charge of the senior home." Nurse Vivian Park is an east Asian woman in her early 30s with long black hair. She is currently wearing blue scrubs, and she drives the inhabitants of Winston wild with her pretty face, tight body, and perky b-cup boobies. A lot of men come down with a case of "yellow fever" around her. "Oh, it's great to meet you. I am Dennis, Lana's fiancee." - the ginger man says, eyeing the sexy nurse up and down. "Nice to meet you too, handsome." - Viv smiles. "Not just the senior home, I also answer private house calls." - she says with a husky tone. Lana giggles. "Ah..." - Dennis stammers, his mouth agape. "Vivian, you are terrible!" - the teacher says to her friend. The Korean woman giggles. "Sorry, Dennis. I'm a tease." - Nurse Park winks. The bumbling guy nods. "Mind if I steal Lana? I promised to show her where the clinic and the senior home are." "Uh..." - Dennis mutters, still stupefied by her sexiness. He composes himself. "Not at all. I'll let the others know." "Thanks, hun. Where should I meet you guys?" - the teacher asks. "I'll figure out if we're having lunch, and I'll give you a call." - the ginger man says. "Sounds good, Dens. See you soon." - Lana says, and they exchange a quick peck on the lips. Lana turns and waves at Jim, Herb, and Simon, who wave back. "Nice to meet you, Dennis." - Vivian hugs the ginger fiancee tightly. He feels her trim body and small tits pressing against him. "Uhh... you too..." - he stammers, his erection straining his tighty-whities. The shapely educator and the sexy nurse walk away from the AV Club booth. ***** Day 14 - Lunch ***** Town The two pretty women gossip about the morning events as they walk. "... and you kissed his dick?" - Vivian says, alluding to Roger. "It was just above his underwear. No direct contact." - Lana clarifies. The busty teacher feels extremely horny due to all the groping and kissing. "And your fiancee didn't mind?" - the nurse asks, surprised. "He did not seem to..." - the brunette teacher admits. "Wow. You're so lucky, friend." - Viv comments, and Lana smiles widely. "Jealousy is the reason why I'm single. Men tend to be quite possessive." - she laments. "Not my Dens." - the wife-to-be beams proudly. "Girl, you have to give some tips!" - the Korean nurse says, and both women giggle. Lana has a pep in her step. 'I'm so happy to have found the love of my life. Especially someone so understanding and caring. I wouldn't do anything that he was against. That would be cheating.' - she reflects. As they walk, some townsfolk greet them by name. They smile and say hello back. "Be honest with me." - Vivian says, and Lana looks at her. "What's the catch? Is he forcing you to do these things?" - she squints her eyes suspiciously. "Not really... it is all my idea. Dens is super supportive!" - the buxom fiancee says happily. "Hmm... does he have a good penis?" - Viv asks, opening her hands a few inches apart. "It is not that big..." - Lana says earnestly, blushing. She pushes her friend's hands closer until they are at half their previous distance. "Aha! There's the catch." - Nurse Park announces. Some people around them snicker. 'Oh... yeah... I guess that is the downside... but he is emotionally enough for me.' - she thinks, admitting to herself that her fiancee's prick is insufficient. "It is not ideal, but I cannot complain. Dens loves me above everything." - the teacher says, trying to see the positive aspects. "Sure, sure. At least is he good in bed?" - Vivian questions. "You know I am a virgin..." - Lana says shyly. "Still? After Thursday, I thought you would've dealt with that." - Viv shakes her head. "Not yet..." - the brunette fiancee declares. "Do it already. You have no idea what you're missing." - the Asian nurse says. "Really?" - Lana blurts out. "Yeah, nothing like the feeling of a thick cock filling your pussy. Mmmmm...." - the petite woman says, making pleasure noises. "Oh... wow..." - the teacher comments. 'I bet that once Dens is inside me, it will fulfill all my needs. I hope.' - she wonders. "What about anal?" - she asks, remembering the earlier conversation. "Anal is fun and hot, but it's not a substitute." - Vivian answers. "Can I start with it?" - Lana asks, optimistic. "Might be a good way if you want to keep your chastity." - the small-titted nurse shrugs. "I heard the anus is tighter, so might be too tight?" - the brunette asks. "True, you might need to loosen it up first." - Viv says, thinking that Dennis' small penis can easily take care of the job with a bit of lube. "Yes, I am planning on that." - Lana reveals. 'So, Viv also thinks I need to practice and use someone else to get used to the sensation for Dens. Well, she is a specialist.' - she reflects. "Good, good. Let me text you a good lube brand." - Nurse Park says, typing some things on her phone. * Blip, blip! Blip, blip! * "Thank you!" - Lana says, checking out the message. The two women arrive in front of the clinic. "So, this is the Winston Clinic." - the nurse points at a nondescript gray 2-story building. "It's where Dr. Hardik works, so I suggest you stay away." "Why?" - the busty teacher cocks her head. "You know him. He's a lecher and a disgusting pervert!" -- Vivian warns. "I think I can deal with him." - Lana states, remembering her encounter less than an hour ago. The Korean nurse shrugs as if to say, suit yourself. "And this is my domain, the Phillips Senior Home." - the petite black-haired woman gestures to a light-pink 3-story house adjacent to the clinic. "Looks so quaint." - the teacher comments. "It is. So, about you helping me out..." - the nurse says, making pleading eyes at her friend. "Oh, right. What day are you thinking?" - Lana asks. "Are you free Thursday? I could use the hand." - Viv asks. "No prior appointments that night. So, sounds ideal." - the buxom fiancee agrees. "Perfect. I'll add you to the rotation!" - Vivian says, jotting down something on her phone. "By the way, do you know Jack Senior?" - Lana asks. "Mr. Jack? Yes, he lives here. Why?" - the Korean woman says, arching an eyebrow. "We have met. He is my neighbor's father." - the teacher explains. "He's a big soft bear." - the nurse giggles. "Is he?" - the young fiancee asks, having had a different first impression of the senior man. "Yeah, he's so easy to deal with. Maybe I can assign him to you. Since you know him and all." - Viv says, making another note. "Okay, I guess that works." - Lana agrees. "I have to go now, Lana. See you Thursday?" - the nurse says. "Bye-bye Viv, thanks for the chat!" - the teacher smiles and hugs her friend. "You're welcome. Bye!" - Vivian says, walking back from where they came. Lana looks around and realizes that she is at the edge of town. She looks around for anything familiar and sees a park with a sign that says "East Winston Park". Scenes from the last day flash in her mind. 'Oh, I need to recover my swimsuit cover from Cal. I have some time, might as well go now.' - she decides. The curvy teacher walks in the park's direction. 'Wait... I won't fall for his trap again. Let me see if I have money...' - she thinks, rummaging in her purse. She pulls out 10 dollars. 'Perfect!' Suddenly, her nipples and areolas start slightly burning. 'What is going on?' - she analyzes. The teacher touches her nipple above her shirt, and they feel terribly sensitive. 'Oh... maybe it was the massage oils from Summer? It's possible. I should've asked Nurse Viv. Oh well... can't be helped now. Hopefully, it passes in a bit.' - she thinks. Lana enters the park and notices a small encampment on the far side. She makes her way there. ***** East Winston Park The curvy teacher strolls through the park, admiring the wild vegetation. She observes that the park does not seem well-maintained, a stark contrast to the rest of the neat town. 'This does not bode well... gosh... I'm a bit anxious... going to meet Cal and his friends all by myself, with no people or students around. No, Lana. Don't judge them before you meet them. I bet they are nice people. Being homeless is not a crime. They just fell into bad times, it's all. What if I call someone? No, I am on my own here.' - she thinks. She saunters past a grimy building with public bathrooms and arrives at the makeshift encampment on the far end of the unkempt park. The camp consists of 4 small tents in front and one massive tent at the back. There is a dense forest behind the site, delineating the inhabited part of Winstonstead. The teacher is surprised as the camp seems tidy and relatively clean, with recently cut grass for flooring and rows of pebbles indicating the pathways. 'Huh, this is unexpected... it looks... nice? Wait... stop judging...' - she chastises herself. "H-hello? Is anyone home? Cal?!" - the busty fiancee shouts tentatively. An average-height out-of-shape curly-haired man with a bushy black beard comes out of the closest tent. He is shirtless and resembles a wild animal, as his body is covered in thick dark hair. "'Ello, ma'am! I reckoned you'd come." - Cal smiles, his stained teeth evident underneath his beard. "Hi... I b-brought your m-money." - Lana stammers. "S'okay, we'll get to that. May I introduce you to my buds?" - Cal asks, scratching his coarse black facial hair. "Oh, yes. Of course, how rude of me." - the shapely teacher says apologetically. "Gang! We have a big-titted visitor!" - the hairy man shouts. 'Oh goodness... there he goes already calling me lewd names...' - she thinks, her cooch twitching. Two young-ish men emerge from their tents. One is an almost-bald man with only some sparse wisps of hair. He is fat and dirty, with his prominent belly exposed below his shirt and hanging above his pants. The other is tall and lean, with lots of blemishes on his face and skin, and he seems Hispanic. "Ma'am, this is Onion." - Cal introduces the fat homeless person. "And this is Queso." - he points to the thinner one. "Buddies, this is Missus Lana Cox." "It is Miss. I am not married." - she clarifies. Cal shrugs. "Nice to meet you, Onion. And you too, Queso." - she smiles. "Those are funny nicknames." - she giggles. "Hey, Miss." - Onion greets, wiping sweat off his brow. "Hola, señorita." - Queso says with a heavy Spanish accent. "We call them that after their smells." - Cal chuckles. "Oh..." - the teacher says. 'Queso means cheese in Spanish... eww...' "Don't worry, we're pals." - the grimy overweight man assures her. "S'. Where is Mr. Francis?" - the tall Latino asks. "Haven't seen 'im today. HEY FRANCIS!" - Cal shouts to the back. "I'm coming..." - an old voice yells from inside a tent. The flap opens, and a more senior man comes out. He has copper-white hair, is almost 80 years old, and seems quite frail, as evident by his shakiness. "Hold on to your horses; Francis is here." - she says with a cheeky smile. "Hello, Mr. Francis. I am Lana." - the busty teacher introduces herself. He meanders toward her. "Ooohh... what a stunner!" - Mr. Francis says, examining her. "Are you new here? Haven't seen you before." - he pinches her bottom. She jumps, surprised. "I am. Arrived just 12 days ago." - she says respectfully. 'But who is keeping track...' - she jokes to herself. "Can this elderly man bother you for an embrace?" - the old homeless asks, trembling. She nods, and they hug. The teacher can't resist her curiosity and smells him for some reason. The elderly man smells like mold and dust. He gropes her butt, but she lets it slide. 'He is old, probably a bit senile... seems harmless.' - she thinks. She steps away from him. "Since Mr. Francis got some love, can we get some too? Good to meet the newbies around here." - Onion says with a grin. "I guess so..." - Lana says. She hugs the corpulent man. He is extraordinarily sweaty, and his odor invades her nostrils immediately, a strong BO that almost makes her gag. She does her best to not cover her nose. 'Eww... he stinks. That's why they call him Onion... ugh...' - she realizes, displeased. The man follows his buddy's actions and gropes the teacher's ass. Lana is about to say something but decides against it. 'They probably have enough problems as it is. I can let them enjoy this a little...' - she thinks benevolently. As she breaks the hug, Queso is already waiting with his arms open. Even before the embrace, his smell assaults her. 'Gah... what is this... like feet... but more pungent... gosh... he must be so dirty. No... stop, don't judge them by their appearance. They must have it so hard...' - she pities them. The buxom fiancee is so concentrated on not gagging that she doesn't react when Queso's hand grabs a handful of her assflesh. She quickly interrupts the hug. "Ma'am, I reckon it's ol' Cal's turn now." - the hairy homeless says with a wide grin. Without protest, she submissively embraces the coarse-haired shirtless man. 'It feels like I am hugging a shaggy carpet or a furry dog... it's so strange...' - she thinks, her hand running through his dark back hair. Due to the previous strong odors, Cal's smell is almost pleasant to her violated nose. 'Like yesterday, he's so musky... but it's not that awful... it's a bit manly and wild...' - she reflects. "Cal, can we settle our debt now? I have plans." - Lana asks, bringing out the $10 from her purse. "Only if we can show you 'round our house after." - Cal says, opening his arms to the camp. "The young'uns do a groovy job tidying up." - Mr. Francis says, quivering. "Sure, that sounds good." - she says and hands the bushy man the money. "Much obliged. Onion, this is for the hooch." - Cal says, passing the money to Onion, who pockets it. "Now, ma'am, I reckon you owe us some kisses." "It was only one kiss..." - Lana recalls. "No deal, inflation is 'itting us bad." - the curly-haired man laments. "That is not fair, you promised." - the curvy fiancee says, crossing her arms. This unintentionally accentuates her ample bosom, to the delight of the ogling men. "I reckon I only said to bring your pretty mouth today." - Cal reminds her. 'Oh, did he? I thought he said one kiss... Well, I shouldn't argue with them. I am alone here. There's no harm in giving him the benefit of the doubt... a few more kisses are probably fine. It's not that bad.' - she concludes. "Okay, but just because that is my only swimsuit cover." - she states. "Ace! What you think, gang?" - the black-bearded homeless asks his buddies. "Cal, this mamasita seems like a prude." - Queso says, suspicion in his eyes. "Yeah, I don't trust these bitches." - Onion agrees with his friend. "I am not a bitch! Or a prude..." - Lana argues, blushing. "I like 'er. Missy here has some spunk." - the elderly homeless says. Cal sighs. "Ma'am, if you pardon us for a sec. We 'ave to assemble." - the hairy man says. The teacher nods. They gather together and start discussing things. Instead of paying attention, Lana muses. 'I need to get my cover back. I really can't let Cal get away with taking things from others. I want to aid them properly, not let them steal things. So, as a teacher, I am required to teach them a lesson. Maybe I can help them get out of this place and get real jobs.' - she reflects with a certain privileged righteousness that only rich, white, and pretty people have. Cal nods, and the men disband, standing next to their leader. "Five kisses each and a full striptease!" - the furry homeless proposes. Lana gasps. "Is this a negotiation?" - she inquires, perplexed. "You betcha." - Onion replies with a sleazy smirk. 'Gosh... I can't let them get away with it... you can do this Lana...' - she steels her resolve. "Uhh... how about no kisses, and you hand me my swimsuit cover?" - Lana replies. "Hah! That's the spirit!" - the bushy-bearded man laughs, "Four kisses each, and you get naked." - he proposes. She can't help but gasp. 'Stop... control yourself! He wants to faze you... don't let them take advantage of the situation. Show him how an honest person behaves.' - she thinks naively. "One kiss each." - she replies, trying to prove her point. "Let's meet in the middle... three kisses each, and you strip naked!" - Cal says enthusiastically, not really meeting in the middle. "Two kisses each, but I stay clothed." - she counters, getting carried away. "Two kisses and we see boobies!" - the hairy homeless retorts. "Ugh, fine!" - she agrees without thinking. "Ma'am, you got yourself a deal!" - Cal announces happily. Onion and Queso hi-five while Mr. Francis nods appreciatively. 'Oh, gosh... what did I agree to? I got carried away trying to prove a point... but it's okay... I still will prove my point. Right?' - she thinks, her conviction faltering. "Miss, you're a good negotiator..." - Onion says to her. "Pero Cal is our abogado." - Queso says. "I used to be a lawyer. That's why we own this spot." - the curly-haired man motions to the encampment. "Oh... I see..." - Lana says shakily. "So, Missy... can we see your bosom yet?" - Mr. Francis asks with a lecherous grin. Cal notices the panicked expression stamped on the teacher's face. "No need to be shy, ma'am. It's just us 'ere." - Cal assures her. "Yeah, nobody comes around." - Onion adds. "Nadie." - Queso agrees. The buxom teacher takes a deep breath. 'I got myself into this mess... I need to show them how to keep your word. Set me as an example. I won't lie. It's my duty as a teacher.' - she evaluates. "Just so you do not think that people cannot keep their promises." - she says, uneager. A part of her is looking forward to exposing herself to these grimy homeless men. She puts her purse on the ground next to Cal's tent. Reluctantly, Lana pulls up her top above her head and removes it, leaving her ample bobbies clad in a pink cotton bra. Cal extends his hand and by reflex, she hands her top to him. He places her garb on top of her purse. "Missy, your brassiere too." - the old man points out. His hands shake. "Of course, I am getting there..." - she says timidly. Her face is red. The teacher unclasps her bra and lets her sizeable 38DDs bounce free. The horny men admire her large pink areolas and perfect boobs, capped with hard rosy nipples. She hands her bra to Cal. Upon removing her undergarment, the relief she feels is almost overwhelming. 'Goodness... my nipples were burning like crazy, I didn't even realize. Probably the bra was chafing them or making it worse. So much better now.' - she reflects. Then she realizes she is topless in front of strange men, and she immediately blushes. 'Gosh, I'm almost naked in front of men I met today... sorry Dens... but it seems like the only way.' - she thinks. "Ma'am, your boobies are flawless." - Cal says, and the gang vehemently agrees. A tear runs down Mr. Francis's face. "Thank you, Missy. It's been so long that this old man forgot how perfect the beauty of a woman can be." - the old man says, trembling. "Ah... you are welcome..." - she says gracelessly. "Now that you all saw, I should get dressed..." - she says. 'Why did I say it instead of doing it?' - she questions herself. "Wait... can we show you around first, Miss?" - Onion asks, scratching his fat belly. "Por favor... we put a lot of effort into our home. Nuestra morada." - Queso says. My breasts do need a break from the bra... - she evaluates, holding her chin. 'I guess it's okay... they have seen me already, so no harm in staying like this a bit longer...' - she decides, her pussy moistening with arousal. "All right..." - she agrees shyly. The gang takes her around, her unrestrained boobs bouncing with each step. They first show her their private tents. They have everything, including a nice bed and a TV. She notices a strange chlorine smell mixed in with their body odor. 'That's probably semen... gross... I mean... everyone has needs, right? They must be alone all the time. I shouldn't judge.' - she thinks with pity. They continue to walk around. The men don't hide it and openly stare at the future-wife's bare tits. 'Hmm... is that what I wanted? For them to convince me to stay like this and exhibit myself to these men? No... don't be silly... I was just letting them know. Also, I'm doing this because my nipples hurt. That's right....' - she tells herself, but her cooch is on fire. The sight of the busty fiancee walking around topless, wearing just leggings and flats on her feet, is ridiculously titillating. The dirty homeless men all have massive hardons in their tattered pants. This is a significant paradigm shift for Lana, as she is alone and willingly getting naked and parading around for these men. Dirty men that are neither her students, her friends, nor Dennis' coworkers. The gang shows her the big tent, where they make their meals and hang out together. As they leave, Cal gropes one of her nude tits. "Eeepp..." - she squeals but doesn't offer further protests. Her arousal speaks louder. They finally return to the starting spot. "So whaddya think?" - Cal asks, referencing their dwellings. "It is simple but lovely. You just need to air your rooms a bit. They reek." - she giggles. "She's talking about you, pendejo!" - Queso says, poking the fat homeless man. "Nah, it's yours that stink!" - Onion defends himself. "Erm... it is both. Sorry." - the teacher says earnestly. "Hah! She go you both!" - Cal makes fun of his buddies. "Yours smells bad too, Cal." - Lana corrects him. "Ugh. Well, I reckon it's just the smell of my 'airy cock, can't 'elp it." - the hairy man lowers his flimsy pants, exposing his sizable prick to the teacher. It is covered in ungroomed black hair. "Uhhh..." - she mutters, ogling his sausage. 'Think of something, stop being distracted by the hairy penis... ah!' - she has an idea. "Can we kiss now? I have to go soon." - she tells them. "Missy can't wait to smooch us, eh?" - Mr. Francis says with a chuckle. "Ah... no... I..." - Lana stammers, embarrassed. "I just want to get it over with." - she explains. "Sure, Ma'am, we can smooch." - Cal agrees with a smirk. "Onion, you do the honors." "Wait... let me put my top back on." - the topless teacher says, extending his arm to Cal. "No need, Miss. We have been staring at your big tits for more than ten minutes." - the obese man says. "Naught we haven't seen, beautiful." - the old homeless man says. "Muy bonitos. Please." - the Hispanic man begs, pointing at her tits. '*Sigh*, I guess there is no need to cover myself now. They are right. Oh well.. let's kiss them and leave. Dens must be waiting...' - she thinks, trying to hurry up. She nods reluctantly, and the fat, stinky man approaches her. He mashes his massive naked belly onto her bare titties. She moans, feeling a slight jolt. Their first kiss is simple; their lips touch and press together for a couple seconds. "Kiss me again, big-titted prude." - Onion says, echoing Cal's words. Obediently, she does. During the second kiss, Onion opens his mouth and sticks his tongue into the teacher's mouth. She coughs, as his taste is repulsive. 'Gross... he's so slimy and dirty... ugh...' - she thinks, but her wet cooch loves the stimulation. He gropes her naked breasts for a few seconds while their tongues play around. Lana finally pushes the vulgar man away. "Your slutty mouth is amazing... I love it." - Onion says, wiping his mouth and cheeks. "My turn!" - Queso declares, pushing his fat friend aside. He leans into her ear. "Bésame, puta." - he says. Lana groans. She knows that word means whore. Before the first kiss, the Latino grabs her boobs, making the teacher moan. He then softly kisses her moist rosy lips. "You're so soft... so plump..." - Queso says, squeezing her ass with one hand and her tit with the other. She whimpers. He sticks his tongue out and leans in. She recoils, but he forces her to come closer. The homeless man kisses her again, this time with his tongue. His taste is also repugnant. Lana thinks about pushing him away, but she knows there is no sense in resisting. The wife-to-be lets the disgusting man play with her body for a good minute before breaking the kiss. "You young'uns. Let this old man show how it's done!" - Mr. Francis says, stepping in. The man bends over and licks her nipple teasingly. She emits a deep groan. "Such fat melons." - he analyzes, weighting one boob with his hand that is trembling uncontrollably. When they kiss, Lana is pleasantly surprised that he doesn't taste like anything. 'Oh, good... this will at least be enjoyable...' - she reflects. Their first kiss lasts considerably longer than the others. "Dear me... what have they been feeding you? Cum?" - the elderly man chuckles, groping her tits. She moans in response. Mr. Francis goes for another kiss, and like the others, he introduces his tongue into the teacher's promiscuous mouth. She thinks about stopping him, but he pinches her nipples. 'Ahhh... maybe I can let him... just for a bit...' - she thinks. The old man massages her breasts as they make out. After only a couple seconds, Cal interrupts. The elderly homeless man grouches, frustrated. "Ma'am, your phone's going off." - the coarse-haired man says. * Ring, ring! Ring, ring! * "Ah! Thanks." - Lana says breathlessly, rushing to her purse. 'Ah, it's Dens!' - she thinks happily. "Excuse me, I have to take this." - she informs them. ++++ Call -- Dens <3 L: "Hi, hun!" D: "Hey, babe. What are you up to?" She looks behind her and sees that she is surrounded by the grimy homeless men. ++++ L: "Not much, just solving a problem." D: "Ah, let me know if you need help." She feels a few hands grope her tits. 'This is so wrong... they are touching me while I talk to Dens...' - she thinks, her cooch twitching. 'But I got myself in this mess. I need to solve it on my own.' - she decides. ++++ L: "I think I got it covered, but thanks." D: "Cool. I called to let you know about lunch." L: "Eep... w-what about it?" A hand starts touching her ass. Her boobs are being squeezed, and she is trying her hardest not to moan. ++++ D: "Meet us at Zelda's Diner in twenty minutes." L: "Twenty?" D: "Yes, is that a problem?" She looks down at the hands squishing her voluptuous breasts. 'Gosh... that means I will have to tolerate them for even longer...' - she thinks, as she is molested by the men. She doesn't even think about telling her fiancee what is going on. ++++ L: "No, I was... just hoping to see you sooner." D: "Aww... I miss you too, babe. The boys and I are just packing up." L: "Oh!?!" A hand slides inside her leggings and panties, grabbing her bare ass. ++++ D: "They want to have it done for this afternoon." L: "Ahhh!" A finger rubs against her anus. ++++ D: "Yes? Uh... you okay?" L: "Ehm... I am..." The grubby hand on her butt leaves, but the dirty hands on her tits continue their massage. ++++ D: "So I'll see you there?" L: "Yes, hun... ah! See you soon!" She yelps mid-sentence as she gets slapped on her ass. ++++ D: "I Love you, babe." L: "Love you too." ++++ "What the heck are you doing!" - Lana shouts, and the raunchy hands leave her boobs. She turns, and they all look down, intimidated by her anger. "That is not appropriate behavior. You should not do that when someone is on the phone, especially with their partner!" - she growls. "Sorry, Ma'am. We got carried away by your body." - Cal admits, flustered. "We're not used to 'aving a beautiful woman close to us." They all apologize to her. She inhales deeply, not wanting to admit that she secretly enjoyed it. 'Ah... they are all so rude and wild... no manners at all. All this time being homeless has made them forget what's acceptable. I guess I can't be mad at them for that...' - she chews over. "Okay, I forgive you all, but you have to be respectful." - she says, crossing her arms below her bouncing breasts and lifting them up erotically. "We will. I'll put some sense into these goons." - Mr. Francis states. She nods approvingly. "It's Cal's turn now for smooches." - the wild-haired homeless man says, referring to himself in the third person. "Fine, not that you deserve it." - she says. In reality, she is eager to kiss him, as her vagina is throbbing and extremely wet. Lana moves forward and leans in for a regular kiss. "'old on... not my mouth." - Cal says, stopping the wanton teacher. "Huh?" - Lana looks at him, a bit frustrated. She is ready for some more stimulation. "I reckon we didn't specify where." - he grins behind his bushy black beard. "What do you mean?" - the gullible fiancee asks. 'I don't like where this is going...' "Does smooching somewhere else count as a kiss?" - Cal states, pointing at his forehead. "I guess so." - Lana shrugs. 'He wants me to kiss his forehead? Weird.' - she thinks disappointingly. "Okay, so I want a smooch on my dick and 'nother on my balls." - the curly-haired smirks. She gasps. "What? No!" - the teacher exclaims, but her cooch twitches with expectation. "Ma'am just said it counts. Right?" - Cal looks at his buddies, who all nod in agreement. 'Darn... he got me there... I just said that... do I have to kiss his smelly sausage? Argh... that isn't good... it's so hairy and untamed. Gross...' - she thinks, but her nipples ache, begging to be pinched. "I am not sure..." - the wife-to-be says weakly. They notice that her resolve is faltering. "Missy, you wouldn't want these young'uns to think wealthy ladies can't keep their promises." - Mr. Francis grins cheekily. 'He's right... I came here to show them how a good member of society keeps their word... can I even back down now?' - she thinks, squirming her legs together. This causes her bare tits to jiggle. "Mamasita, you did accept Cal's deal..." - Queso chimes in. "We're all witnesses..." - Onion adds. She sighs. 'I guess I have done it before... and it's just a couple of kisses, right? So no real harm in that. I did kiss a few penises yesterday... even today, almost... so not a big deal. This is just so I can get my cover back and teach them a lesson.' - she decides. "I will do it...." - Lana says reluctantly. "But please give me my cover right after." - she adds as an afterthought. With a feral grin, the hairy homeless man slides his pants down, getting fully naked in front of the topless teacher. The horny beast of a man is fully covered in coarse hair, and his prick is already at full mast. "Ma'am, what you think of Cal junior?" - the coarse-haired man asks, slapping his cock. He approaches the defenseless teacher. She inhales. The starving look on his face makes Lana flinch. 'Oh, gosh... Cal is so intimidating... it's like I am surrounded by a savage animal, ready to pounce at any moment and ravage me sexually...' - her pussy and asshole clamp tightly. "It is... so... wild... and obscene..." - she says breathlessly, admiring his prick. "All yours." - the musty homeless man says, grinning. He points down at his crotch. Lana kneels, keeping eye contact with his dick, almost as if hypnotized. 'I have no choice now... let's get this over with... it's so big... probably around 8 inches... even with all the hair I can see it's large and thick...' - she evaluates, licking her lips. As she leans closer, her nostrils flare due to the pungent, musky odor exuding from his body. The teacher doesn't understand why, but she is turned on beyond belief. "The first is on the penis..." - Lana mutters. She leans forward and kisses his grimy cockhead. Her pussy gushes, making a mess in her panties. *Mwah* The loud, lewd sound reverberates through the encampment. "Can you... lift Cal junior for me?" - she asks sultrily. "I reckon that's part of your job, Ma'am." - the grubby man grins. Nodding, she gingerly grabs his penis. It's hard and hot. A moan almost escapes her lips as she lifts it. His musky and feral smell is making the busty teacher dizzy. She leans forward to kiss his hairy nutsack. *Mwah* She plants a smooch on the homeless man's dirty scrotum. Her cooch spasms, begging for stimulus. Cal's words echo in her head. ' Big-titted prude ladies love helping us'. She shakes her head. 'What am I even thinking... his foul scent is making me lightheaded...' - she justifies. Trying to keep her rationality intact, she decides not to linger and backs away from Cal. ***** From the outskirts of the homeless encampment, a shadowy figure witnesses the events between the teacher and the dirty men. A devious white smirk can be seen across the figure's otherwise obscured face before they turn and depart the park. ***** "There..." - Lana says breathlessly. "We are square now...." Cal nods approvingly. "What about us?" - Onion complains. "We want also want un beso from the puta." - Queso says. "Yeah, on our dicks." - the dirty fat man agrees. Lana looks at them, panicked. 'Well... maybe just a kiss... they were so patient... I wonder what their penises look like...' - she feels herself giving in to temptation. She shakes her head. 'No! Stop. Control yourself, Lana. Put your foot down.' - her reasoning kicks in, rescuing her from certain doom. "No, it was two kisses per person. You have already gone." - Lana says adamantly. "Too bad, buds, you should've been smarter." - Cal chuckles at his friends. "I will take it by force then..." - Onion says, stepping forward. Lana steps back, scared. Mr. Francis puts a hand on the guy's round belly. "Stop it, lad. You heard the Missy. It's done." - the old homeless says, staring the obese man right in the eyes. "Che..." - Onion spits on the floor, disgruntled. The tension is palpable. Lana decides this is the best time to leave. "Erm... I better go now. Cal, can you hand me my swimsuit cover?" - she asks. Nodding, Cal goes inside his tent to grab her garment. Onion closes his eyes and starts to tremble lightly. The hairy homeless returns and hands Lana her cloth. It is all bundled up and crusty. "Ew... what happened?" - she asks, analyzing it. "It is semen. Couldn't help it, Ma'am smells too good." - Cal reveals nonchalantly. Curiously, she sniffs it. The smell of stale semen attacks her senses. It smells similar to their tents. She almost gags, but a part of her doesn't hate it. Her hungry cooch throbs. "Uhh... thanks..." - she says, putting it on the floor next to her bag. Without warning, she puts back her bra and her pink flowery top. Her nipples ache and burn when they come in contact with her bra. 'Ah, they are still like this... that's weird...' - she analyzes, but decides to deal with it later. "It was nice to meet you all..." - she starts to say. The teacher is interrupted by Onion falling to the floor and breaking down crying. "I'm so sorry, Miss..." - the gross, fat homeless man mutters. "Erm... uhh... it is all right..." - Lana replies, surprised by Onion's reaction. "It's not... it's been so long... since we had... a beautiful and sexy woman talk to us.... I... went crazy..." - the stinky man sobs uncontrollably, tears running down his pudgy face. "Ah..." - she utters, still unsure what to do. "We're always alone and forgotten! Nobody cares... nobody knows us... we live at the edge of society... it's just humiliating... we don't exist..." - the sweaty man weeps. The gang agrees. 'Aw... poor guys... with everything that happened, I forgot that they are pariahs. They must be so lonely and sad. Onion is breaking down in front of me... in the end, they are just misunderstood and harmless... I knew it. They want to be better, they don't know how...' - she reflects, having pity on the homeless men. "I am so sorry that people treat y'all this way, Onion." - the teacher says, putting her hand on his shoulder. His shirt is oily and damp with sweat. "You are too good, Miss... I forgot myself for a sec there... please forgive us... I don't want you to leave because of me... because of my mistake... sorry guys... I screwed up... for all of us...." - he cries, his eyes red and swollen. "Ah... do not worry, Onion. I am not leaving because of you." - she says reassuringly. "You... are not?" - the smelly obese man looks up at her with relief. "No, I have to meet my fiancee." - she explains, trying to console the man. "Then... can you come back to see us? Please." - Onion begs. "Of course, I will." - the future-wife guarantees. "Do you... promise?" - he asks, tearful. "I promise. I would never lie. It is my responsibility as a teacher. To be a role model." - she says. As if to prove it, she kisses his sweaty head. "Thank you... you're amazing... and we're so... lonely..." - Onion mutters. They all nod around him, teary-eyed due to his friend's brave discourse. "I will do anything to help people in need." - the busty fiancee states. "You're a goddess... so benevolent..." - the fat man praises her. Cal stands next to her and puts his hand on her lower back, right above her butt. "Thanks for that, Ma'am. It will be amazing for the guys to 'ave some continuous intimacy with a woman..." - the bushy-bearded man says. Lana is about to deny him when he continues. "Ol' Francis is too far gone, but Onion and Queso still 'ave a chance. I reckon ma'am can 'elp rehabilitate them." 'Oh... if I can do that... then it's worth coming back here. They have a shot at becoming productive members of society... I can help them not be homeless anymore. I can give them hope. Wow. That is a big deal.' - she thinks proudly. "You think so?" - the teacher asks. Mr. Francis nods. "I reckon so. Come 'ere every day, and you'll see the gang improve in no time." - Cal says, smirking. "Missy, that's a truly reasonable ask." - Mr. Francis adds. 'He is right... what is the harm in coming over to help them? Maybe I'll have to give them some hugs and kisses if that. And in exchange for some daily care, they can be happier and grow. Dennis will be so proud.' - she thinks naively. "Okay, I will help!" - she agrees enthusiastically, not fully understanding what she is agreeing to. "Thank you, Miss. You saved my ass... the guys won't be mad at me..." - Onion says, wiping his eyes. Lana smiles at him, proud to have helped people in need. She has a sudden urge to pee. "Excuse me, Cal. Where is the bathroom?" - the teacher asks the hairy man. "Ah, over there." - he points at the grimy building she passed on her way to their camp. "Oh, thanks. Will be right back then." - she says to the men. "Missy, I also need to go. Can you accompany me?" - Mr. Francis asks her. He's shaking badly. "Of course, you poor thing." - she says sympathetically. She grabs her purse and stuffs the crusty swimsuit cover inside. The buxom fiancee holds the old man's arm and accompanies him to the bathroom. The building has only one large door, with both male and female symbols on top. "Where is the ladies' room?" - she asks, looking around. "We are up with the times here. It's an all-genders lavatory!" - the elderly man says proudly. "Ah... I see..." - she mutters nervously. "Don't fret, Missy. Nobody comes over. We are the only ones that use it." - Mr. Francis says, sensing her uneasiness. Her bladder is so full that she decides to go in. The old homeless slowly beelines to the urinal. 'I better wash my hands... I touched Cal's penis...' - she recalls, looking around. 'Ew, this whole place is filthy... no wonder nobody comes...' - to her surprise, there are some clean paper towels, which she uses to wipe her wet hands. She leaves her purse on the sink. The teacher turns to go to a stall when she glances at Mr. Francis and notices that he is having trouble unbuttoning his pants. The old man's hands are trembling, preventing him from doing it correctly. 'Aww, poor thing... he's so old and frail. I should help him...' - she thinks kindly. "Mr. Francis, let me help you." - Lana says, approaching the man. The stench of stale urine assails her. "Oh, thanks, Missy. I feel so abashed... I can't even take my drawers off." - the senior man laments. "Do not be. We will all get old someday." - she says tenderly. "You're a ray of sunshine." - Mr. Francis says, and she blushes. The curvy teacher stands next to him, unbutton his slacks, and opens them for him. "There you go." - she says warmly, turning around to pee. After a couple seconds, the senile homeless man curses. "What is wrong, Mr. Francis?" - she asks, holding open the door to her stall. "I cannot do this... I'm shaking too much." - he says, cursing again. "Missy, could you please assist this old man?" - he implores. "How can I help?" - Lana asks, returning to him. "I cannot aim at the john..." - the elderly man says, chagrined. The teacher looks at the situation and gasps softly when she sees his penis. Mr. Francis is holding his shrunken weenie and trying to aim it at the urinal, but due to his shakiness, it is pointing anywhere but there. "What can I do?" - she asks, ogling his wrinkly member. "Just hold it and aim my peter for me, Missy." - he says nonchalantly. 'Gosh... he's in a bad state. He cannot even pee... is it bad if I help him? No... he needs my help. His peepee probably doesn't even work...' - she considers. "Okay, but keep this between us." - the busty fiancee says, and Mr. Francis nods. The future-wife grabs the shrunken penis with her left hand and steadily aims it at the urinal. She waits a couple seconds, and nothing happens. She looks at the older man, and he has his eyes closed. "Ehm... are you going to pee?" - she inquires, the situation making her uncomfortable. "Don't rush me! My bladder barely works anymore." - Mr. Francis replies, concentrating. At this moment, a hairy figure approaches the urinal next to the teacher. "Sorry, gots to go." - Cal says, pulling his hairy dick out and immediately starting to piss. The beautiful fiancee gasps, not expecting to be caught red-handed. "I... uh... we are..." - she falters, absentmindedly gripping the ancient man's small penis. "Don't worry. I reckon Ma'am is just 'elping Ol' Francis out." - the curly-haired man says. The dirty black-haired man starts to whistle a tune, and Lana stares hypnotically at his impressive and wild cock mid-urination. The strong scent of fresh urine fills the air, making her woozy. Her cotton panties are wet and sticky at this point. 'Oh, goodness... I've never seen a man pee before... it's so wild...' - she reflects with admiration. She is still holding tight to Mr. Francis' wiener. "Dang-it!" - the old man curses. Lana realizes that she is now holding his erect prick. She gasps but doesn't let go of his member. "You made me hard. I can't piss!" - he accuses her. Cal laughs, shaking his member for the last few drops and putting it back in his pants. "Oh... I apologize... I did not mean it...." - she stammers, ogling his old 5-inch weenie. "It's been years since my peter was hard! What sort of trickery is this?!" - Mr. Francis shouts, both amused and upset. "I reckon Ma'am has a way with snakes." - Cal chuckles. "It was not on purpose!" - Lana defends herself. "Too late now, Missy. I really need to piss!" - the old man says, shuffling. The teacher is still holding his hard old prick. "You should take responsibility for it, Ma'am." - the hairy homeless points out. "What do you mean?" - she asks, feeling stuck between the two men. "This is your doing." - Mr. Francis says, groaning. "I was just holding it!" - the busty fiancee explains. "And stroking it! I felt it... like you wanted me to get a stiffy!" - the senile man accuses her. "I did not..." - she says weakly. 'Or did I? Did I do it on purpose? Did I want him to get erect in my hands? Oh gosh... what is happening to me?' - she ponders, second-guessing herself. "Well, can't be 'elped now." - Cal smiles. "Dang-it! I really do need to tinkle." - Mr. Francis complains. He groans, seemingly in discomfort. "You cannot do it?" - she blurts out, knowing full well he can't. "Not while is 'ard like this." - Cal explains condescendingly. "Oh, gosh. What should we do?" - she asks, secretly hoping for a naughty answer. 'What do they want me to do about it?' - she asks herself. But a voice in her head whispers 'Stroke It!'. She shakes her head. "It has to go down first. I reckon you need to 'elp." - the hairy homeless grins. "Can he just wait it out?" - the teacher asks tentatively. She lightly squeezes the old man's shaft. "Preposterous! My bladder is exploding!" - the old man groans. "I can go get help." - she suggests. "And embarrass Mr. Francis? He really needs your 'elp, Ma'am." - Cal states. "Ughh... it hurts!" - the old man howls. 'He is genuinely in pain... and I am already holding it anyway... I can probably get it over with quickly...' - she reflects lustily, biting her lower lip. "I can stroke you, Mr. Francis... does that sounds good?" - the wife-to-be proposes. The elderly homeless nods. The voluptuous fiancee gingerly starts jerking his wrinkly old wiener. 'Poor Mr. Francis... he's not big... or thick... barely any bigger than Dens. His weewee is ugly and splotchy... I guess that's what happens when you get old... but it's not bad... it feels naughty to be doing this in a public bathroom, in front of another man... a stranger... mmm...' - she thinks, aroused. Her desires are clearly taking over. Lana continues to masturbate the old man. Cal is just admiring the raunchy scene and caressing his scrotum. After about ten seconds, Mr. Francis grunts. "Ah, dear... Not sure this is going to work." - the copper-white-haired man states. "What is wrong?" - she asks, unsure. 'Am I that bad? Gosh...' - she worries. "I don't have a lot of feeling down there..." - Mr. Francis says. "Since the war." - he adds ambiguously. 'He's a war veteran! He must have had a tough life... no wonder he ended up homeless and shaking so much.' - the teacher thinks gullibility. "Oh, no... what can I do?" - she asks worriedly. "My wife used to do something for me before she left me 10 years ago." - he says, still enjoying the busty teacher's stroking hand on his member. "What is it?" - she asks curiously. "A thigh job." - Mr. Francis says with a grin. "What is that?" - she inquires. 'Maybe it's a chance to learn something new for Dens.' - she reflects, her cooch throbbing and burning. "Ma'am, just put his dick between your thick thighs and let 'im slide it back and forth. Like he's fucking them." - Cal explains, still massaging his hairy ballsack. Lana gasps. "Please? I cannot move too well, but I'll give it a try..." - the old man begs, quivering. "Right, so you won't 'ave to do any work, Ma'am." - Cal points out. 'Wow... that sounds so raunchy... but doesn't sounds too bad. It's just him rubbing against my legs... I don't even have to touch it! If this will help him relieve the pressure, I think that is reasonable.' - she talks herself into it as her twat throbs at the idea. "All right..." - she says shyly, releasing his wrinkly wiener and moving to his front, the bathroom wall behind her. "Without your leggings. You don't wanna chafe Ol' Francis." - the hairy homeless man says. "That would put me in the infirmary!" - the copper-white-haired man adds. "That would be bad..." - Lana agrees timidly. She lowers her leggings to her ankles, exposing her pink cotton panties to the two dirty men. A large wet spot is visible on her underpants, indicating her aroused state. With a gleeful grin, Mr. Francis mashes his body closer to the teacher, standing almost face-to-face with her. He bends his knees and lodges his old prick between her thighs. He groans appreciatively. The old frail homeless man thrust his hips, and Lana feels his penis sliding along her wet panties and rubbing against her pussy. "Ahhhh!" - she moans. "Stop this... you cannot rub it there. Go lower." - she pleads. "I can't... my knees won't hold me if I bend." - the old man grunts. Before the busty wife-to-be can say anything else, the elder homeless rubs his stiffy against her panty-clad sex. 'Oh... that feels so wrong... gosh... I can feel his shaft against my cooch... no... I should stop this... mmm...' - she thinks weakly. "We cannot do it like this..." - Lana complains feebly. "Your snatch is lovely, Missy..." - Mr. Francis grunts, sliding his 5-inch wiener along her sopping panties. A wet pussy aroma fills the air, overwhelming the pee smell. "I have a fiancee... I should not..." - she moans as the old man thrusts his bony hips again. "You're curious about it, no?" - Cal smirks, fondling himself while watching the raunchy scene. "Wha... I am not..." - she protests, enjoying the sensation. 'Mmm... this is improper... I should not do this... I should stop it... but my body doesn't seem to react at all... my coochie feels amazing...' - she considers, emitting a soft raspy groan. "Ahh... this feels smashing..." - the old man grunts, his eyes closed. "Please... I beg... we cannot continue..." - she moans, but it is clear that she is enjoying every stroke of his old wiener. "Does the ma'am feel bad?" - Cal asks, squeezing the teacher's boob with his spare hand. "No..." - she croaks breathlessly. She feels her orgasm building up. Mr. Francis is going at it, thrusting his pelvis as fast as his frail body allows. He's too far gone to hear their conversation. "So what's the problem?" - the bushy-bearded man asks, moving his hand away from her tit. "Ahhh... mmm..." - she intensely moans as Cal slides his hand inside her panties and touches her pussy directly. Cal feels Mr. Francis poking down there, lost in his own world. "Look 'ow wet you are already." - the hairy homeless man says, pulling his hand out and showing her his glistening fingers. Lana moans with pleasure. "Is the ma'am gonna keep pretending she doesn't want this?" "Th-tha-that is not..." - she stammers. Cal's hand returns to her wet cooch. The stimulation of his touch, plus Mr. Francis' dick rubbing against her twat is too much, and the teacher has a tiny climax, a precursor to an upcoming devastating orgasm. "Ahhhh...." - she moans, trembling lightly. "I can't believe such a tight and wet pussy belongs to a prude, engaged woman..." - the hairy animal teases. Cal pulls the top of her panties to the side, staring at her pubic hair and the top of her pink slit. Most of it is still covered by her underwear, so, fortunately, the old man's penis is not making direct contact. "No... do not look at it...." - she moans softly as Mr. Francis slams into her body. Lana's nipples ache, and her pussy throbs. She wants nothing more than to feel the elder homeless man's hard wrinkly dick against her wet snatch. 'No way... stop... I'm doing this with someone other than Dens... letting a man touch my coochie again. And letting an old man I just met today rub his weewee against my pussy.... pussy... what the heck is wrong with me? Mmm... why do I feel so good doing this? Ahh... my whole body is on fire...' - she thinks. Her mind starts to drift, wondering if she should go any further when it all comes crashing down. "Maudie, Imma cum... Maudie, I love you.... Ahhhhhhhh!" - Mr. Francis groans as he performs one last thrust. His elderly prick spasms and lets out a couple jets of semen onto the bathroom wall. Lana awakens upon hearing this, the lust fog clearing from her head. 'Phew... I am glad that it ended... I almost got carried away for a moment... not good.' - she reflects, shaking her head. She steps away and puts her leggings back on, covering any possible residue from the old man. "Well done, old bud!" - Cal laughs and pats the man on the shoulder, who weakly limps away from the curvy teacher. "Thanks, Missy. That was groovy. You felt just like Maudie." - Mr. Francis grins. "Time to take a leak." - he says, aiming his shriveling prick at the urinal and peeing strongly. "Ahhh... sweet relief." "Erm... you are welcome..." - Lana says timidly. She does not even realize the ancient man has no trouble urinating this time. She glances at her phone and sees the time. "I better go now. Bye, Cal and Mr. Francis. Say goodbye to the others!" - she says, grabbing her purse and hurrying out. "See you tomorrow, Ma'am!" - Cal says as she steps out the door. She gaps. 'Right... I promised to visit them again. Is it wise? Well... I said I would keep my word. I have to come back and help them. Maybe I can stop quickly on my way back from school. Or before...' - she thinks, dismissing her concerns. She feels an angry spasm coming from her bladder. 'Oh! I didn't even pee. Gosh... should I go back? No, too late now. I can go at the restaurant.' - she thinks. As she walks to the diner, a few people say hi to her, and she absentmindedly says hi back. She is too preoccupied with chewing over what has happened. 'I did go a bit overboard... Mr. Francis was so frail and harmless... No, I helped him out. He must have been imagining his dead wife. The way he called for her... must have been some good memories. I'm happy that I helped him remember her like that. In the end, it was worth it. It will be fine, particularly if I can help them get better.' - she concludes. 'If I think about it, I didn't do anything besides kissing and some light touching. I didn't make him ejaculate; he did that himself.' - she evaluates. 'Nothing that Dens would really mind. And now, I can show him what a thigh job is.' - she smiles. The teacher is still horny as she approaches the diner, the tiny orgasm at the grimy bathroom only warming up her body for things to come. ***** Zelda's Diner Lana enters the local diner and immediately spots her fiancee and her students sitting at one of those classic American diner tables. Pietro is with them. "Hi, everyone!" - the teacher says, short-winded. "Hi, Miss Lana!" - Simon says. Simon's father gives her a nod. "Hello, Miss Lana!" - Herb says. "Hey, babe, saved you a seat." - Dennis greets, patting the seat next to him. Lana sits and gives Dennis a peck on the lips. She notices that Jim seems lost in thought since he didn't greet her. She feels slightly hurt. "Sorry, we already ordered. I'll flag the waitress for you." - her fiancee says. She nods, breathing heavily. "You seem flustered. What were you doing?" - Herb asks suspiciously. 'Oh? I am rattled... weird. I wonder if it's because I was thinking of what happened? Hmm...' - she thinks, taking a deep breath. "I had to go recover my swimsuit cover. Someone took it by mistake yesterday." - she explains. "At Winston beach?" - Dennis asks, shocked. She nods. "Ah! That's why you were wearing a shirt!" - he exclaims, proud of himself to have figured it out. "Oh, must have been those thieves!" - Pietro nods. "Thieves?" - Lana asks, wide-eyed. "Yeah, there is a group of homeless men that take anything that is not bolted in." - Pietro explains. 'They have been taking more things? That's wrong. I better talk to them about it next time.' - she thinks deeply, not listening to the rest of the conversation. "You better be careful going to East Winston Park." - Pietro advises. "Ah, no worries then. Lana would never go there." - Dennis says. "Dude, one of them stinks like cheese!" - Simon says, and Herbs laughs. The waitress comes and takes her order. "Hoseman, what is wrong with Prez?" - the teacher asks, feeling at ease with her students. "He's trying to solve how to ask Jen out." - the chubby boy answers. He elbows his friend on the ribs. "Dude!" "Hey!" - Jim complains angrily. He notices his teacher for the first time. "Oh, sorry, Miss Lana. Didn't see you there." - he admits, flushing. She giggles. "No problem. I am glad you are so focused on your declaration." - she winks at him. He nods shyly. Lana excuses herself to go to the bathroom, and when she returns, all the food is there, including hers. As they eat, they chat about the morning and the remainder of the day. "Miss Lana, I hope you are ready for this afternoon." - Jim says, having joined their conversation. "The Princess Leia cosplay turned out awesome." - Herb says, chewing on a slab of thick bacon. Simon agrees. "I saw it. You'll look great in it, babe." - Dennis adds. "Thanks." - she blushes. She sips on her unsweetened iced tea. "I am a bit nervous. I hope it will go all right." - she admits. "Yeah, don't worry. We'll be there with you." - Jim assures her. Herb nods. "Simon is going to take great photos." - Pietro says, patting his son on his back. "Why don't you do it?" - Dennis asks curiously. "Ah, it's my son's project. I need to let him take the reigns." - the long-haired man explains. "And besides, I have my plate full at the studio." "Thanks, dad!" - Simon smiles, his mouth filled with half-chewed food. "Gross, dude. Close your mouth!" - Herb complains. They all laugh. They continue eating and chatting. Pietro excuses himself to take a work call. "Oh, babe! Pietro and I are going to hang out in the afternoon. After the event." - the ginger fiancee says happily. "That is great, hun!" - the brunette teacher replies, squeezing her man's hand. "I know it's too early to tell, but I think I have a best friend now!" - he says enthusiastically. "Maybe we can go on a double date with his wife sometime?" - Lana asks. 'I'm so happy for Dens. He needs some distractions from work.' - she reflects. "Ah, his wife passed away." - Dennis whispers, glancing at Simon, who is too occupied chatting with Jim to hear them. "Oh, that is so sad. Maybe we can invite him and Simon for dinner, and I can make them a home-cooked meal." - the busty fiancee whispers back. "Really? You're amazing, babe!" - Dennis says with a big smile. They finish eating, and they order coffee and ice cream. They chat a bit more and then leave the diner, making their way back to the Town Square. Dennis and Lana are walking hand in hand when he remembers something. The rest of the group is a bit ahead of them. "Ah, babe. My mom sent me a message!" - the ginger man says. "Oh, yeah? Anything happen?" - the brunette asks worriedly. "They are planning to visit us this week!" - he says. Lana exhales, relieved. "Oh, that is nice. When?" - she inquires. "They are figuring it out. Let me see if they told me..." - Dennis answers and picks up his phone. "Darn!" - he exclaims. "What is wrong, Dens?" - she asks with concern. "My phone died. I didn't even realize it." - he says, exasperated. "I hate when that happens." - she says sympathetically. 'He needs to stop worrying me about silly things.' - she thinks, a little frustrated. "Yeah, me too. Do you mind if I stop by the house to give it some juice?" - the ginger fiancee asks. "No, go ahead. You know where we will be." - the shapely teacher says. "I'll meet you at the event then." - he decides, hugging his betrothed. "Okay. I love you, hun." - she says lovingly. "Love you too. Don't do anything I wouldn't!" - he winks at her. "I would not even dream of it!" - she grins. 'Dens has been so playful lately. He's having fun with what am I up to... I love this side of him.' - the future-wife evaluates. Dennis kisses his busty fiancee and says goodbye to the group. Lana, Jim, Herb, Simon, and Pietro walk back to the AV Club booth. Our curvy teacher is feeling butterflies in her flat tummy, anxious for the Cosplay portion of the making-of event. *****