You walk into the classroom as the last bell rings. You eye the girl slumped over her desk, face buried in her arms. You sigh. It seems Gilda got into another fight in the cafeteria. You sit sideways in the chair next to her and poke her shoulder.

"Fuck off."

You poke her again.

"I'm afraid it's fuck on for now."

That gets a single chuckle out of her, and she turns her head to give you a half-hearted glare.

"Just leave me alone, like everyone else."

You start rubbing circles on her back, trying to comfort her through the thick fabric of her hoodie.

"But I don't leave everyone else alone. So you're just going to have to put up with me."

Gilda scowls.

"You know what I mean. If there was another girl here, you'd just go to her instead."

You pause, hand in between her shoulderblades.

"You think you're unattractive?"

She scoffs.

"Why else would guys never ask me for relief?"

You frown.

"I'm not sure. It might be that you pick fights with guys, but let's test your hypothesis first."

She looks non-plussed.

"What do you mean?"

You tug on her hoodie.

"Mind taking this off? It kinda hides your figure."

Gilda sighs.

"Fine."

She sits up straight and starts pulling up on the hoodie. You get a brief glimpse of toned abs before her white tank top falls back. She crosses her arms under her bust and glares at you.

"Well?"

You eye her breasts, covered in thin fabric. They look like they would be a perfect handful. Only one way to find out.

"Wha-"

You heft her boobs in your hands, giving them the occasional gentle squeeze. Her arms slacken, and she blushes.

"Well, hiding your perfect tits probably doesn't help."

Gilda stares down at her chest, and you take the opportunity to pop them out of the tank top and pink bra.

"Perfect?"

You dig your fingers into her warm, soft globes.

"Oh yes, perfectly sized, and the right mix of soft and perky. Any reason why you don't show them off?"

She rubs her arms and looks away.

"It's cold."

You can see some goosebumps forming.

"Huh. We'll have to figure out a solution then."

You tuck her tits back in the tank top, and she pulls the hoodie back on quickly. Your gaze travels down to her baggy cargo pants.

"Mind taking those off as well?"

She looks down, then shrugs.

"Sure."

Gilda stands up and unbuttons her pants. They slip down, revealing pink, lacey panties and some generous hips and thighs. You raise your eyebrows.

"Looking good here too. Let me turn you around."

You grab her hips and start to move her.

"Hey, I can do it myself!"

You let go and raise your hands in surrender.

"Sorry, I just couldn't resist touching you."

Gilda blushes a deeper red, and turns her back on you.

"You're just saying that because you're a teacher."

You scoot closer to her plush ass, and give it a squeeze. Your fingers dig in slightly less than an inch before hitting toned muscle.

"Fuck you, for hiding this rocking body beneath baggy clothes. Bend over for me?"

She wrenches her ass out of your hands and turns to scowl at you, her face tomato red.

"Stop making fun of me! You're just making up stuff because you have to!"

You point at the tent in your pants.

"Does this look like I'm lying?"

Her eyes go wide.

"M-maybe you saw some hotter girl before you came here."

You sigh.

"And suppose I were to fuck you?"

Gilda's thighs rub together.

"Wouldn't prove anything."

You raise an eyebrow at her. This is going nowhere.

"Alright, put your pants back on. Let's go to your home and try to pick out a better outfit."

She obeys quickly, but not before you notice a small damp spot growing on her panties. Well, that is progress.

Gilda fidgets the whole car ride, but doesn't say anything. You follow her to the front door of a typical suburban house. She opens the door and calls out,

"Mom, I'm home!"

You step inside and take off your shoes, leaving them next to Gilda's sneakers. You hear a voice call back,

"Welcome back, Gilly"

Gilda groans. A tall woman with long, purple-white hair steps out of the kitchen, wiping her hands in a towel. A black apron barely contains her considerable bust, only partially covering a tan sports bra. The only other thing she is wearing is a pair of white yoga pants, clinging to her full hips and long legs. She smiles brightly when she sees you.

"Oh! You brought a friend! Nice to meet you, I'm Golda Griffiths."

You nod politely.

"Nice to meet you too, I'm Anonymous, but you can call me Anon."

She drapes the hand towel over her shoulder.

"What brings you to-"

Her eyes drift down to the crotch of your pants.

"Ah, I think I can guess. Have fun, you two!"

Gilda rolls her eyes.

"Thanks Mom. Come on Mr. M, let's go."

You give Golda a polite smile and follow Gilda upstairs. The girl's room is about what you would expect. Classic rock and Metal posters, clothes scattered across the floor, a large stereo system with stacks of CD's nearby, and a scuffed and stickered laptop on the desk. Gilda throws open the doors to her closet.

"Good luck."

You walk up beside her to find a spectrum of black t-shirts, grey sweatshirts, a brown leather jacket, tank tops in a variety of colors, and a variety of cargo pants and shorts in neutral colors. Off to the side are long sleeve shirts, and...

You pull out a white sundress. Gilda snatches it out of your hands.

"Oh, fuck no! I'm not wearing this!"

You raise your hands in surrender.

"Fine, fine. It'd look cute on you, but I can see that's not what you're going for."

Gilda looks you in the eyes, then nods sharply.

"Good. At least you get it."

You offer a half-smile and turn back to the closet. You pick out a white long-sleeve shirt and a violet tank top and offer them to the girl. She eyes them dubiously, but drops them on the bed while she strips out of her hoodie and tank top. You take a moment to admire her toned figure, and the incongruent girliness of her pink, lacey bra. Then you notice her reaching for the violet tank top.

"No, wear that on top of the shirt."

Gilda looks at you in confusion.

"Why? It's an undershirt."

You walk over and pick up the tank top and drape it against her chest.

"See how it follows about the same lines as your bra?"

She shrugs.

"So?"

You sigh.

"So if you wear it over a shirt, it draws attention to your breasts."

Gilda looks down, then back up at you.

"Really?"

"Really."

She grabs the long-sleeve shirt and puts it on hurriedly. You hand her the tank top. She practically sprints towards the body length mirror and admires her reflection. You come up behind her and tug at the shirt and straps to smooth things out. Gilda turns from side to side, looking at herself, a small smile growing on her face.

"It looks good! I look good."

You swat her butt.

"Glad you realized it."

She looks at you, blushing slightly.

"Thanks, Anon. Do you have any suggestions about my pants too?"

You look over at her shorts and pants collection. Yeah, no.

"You'll have to get new pants, maybe some short skirts and leggings and so on."

Gilda rubs her arm and looks away.

"Do you wanna go help pick some out at the mall? Help me see if it works?"

You look at your watch. It's only 4:30 PM.

"Yeah, sure. I got time."

She smiles and grabs your hand, pulling you out of the room and down the stairs. Mrs. Giffiths meets you at the doorway.

"That was quick, did you have a good ti-"

Abruptly she scowls at Gilda.

"Gilda Lily Griffiths! What do you think you're doing?"

The girl freezes in shock.

"Going to the mall?"

Golda sighs, and turns to you.

"I apologize for my daughter's neglect, I taught her better than this."

You glance between the two.

"It's alright?"

Golda huffs, hands working on the knot in the apron behind her back.

"I appreciate you being so patient with her, but she has to learn this sometime. Come on dear, top off and down on your knees."

Gilda blushes, but follows her mother's directions. She looks up at you apologetically.

"Sorry for ignoring you, I was kinda distracted."

Golda kneels beside her, also topless.

"Better late than never, I suppose. Now watch closely, dear."

She unbuttons and unzips your pants, fishing out your cock with the ease of experience. The older woman takes the head into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it. You hum in pleasure, instinctively stroking her hair. After a few seconds, she pulls back, letting your cock pop out of her mouth.

"Now you try, Gilly."

Gilda scowls at her mother for a moment, but when she sucks you into her mouth, she smiles around your dick. Her tongue isn't as skillful as her mother's, but she makes up for it in enthusiasm. She leans into your hand as you stroke her short, yet silky hair. Her mouth is warm and wet, and you are pleased at the increasingly likely probability that she would be happy to suckle on your erection for the foreseeable future. Golda smiles up at you.

"Does she feel good?"

You tousle the young woman's hair.

"She's got a slutty little mouth, you taught her well."

Golda straightens up at the compliment, her considerable chest jiggling at the movement.

"That's kind of you to say, Anon. Now dear, I have some more to teach you."

The older woman practically has to pull Gilda off from sucking on your dick. You shudder at the passing of her lips. Golda inches closer.

"Never forget to give some love to a man's balls, Gilly. Especially if you aren't the only one attending the cock."

Having said her piece, she dips below your erection and sucks one of your balls into mouth. The suction is gentle, and her tongue is playful. You are painfully aroused at the sight of this woman worshipping your ballsack, gazing at you with half-lidded eyes. After a few moments, she beckons Gilda to join her. The girl has to press her cheek against her mother's to suck on your other testicle. The two women hum in pleasure, slowly bobbing their heads and kneading their breasts. You turn your head, biting your lip in pleasure, grunting from time to time when your member is particularly hard. Soon enough, Golda pulls back, but keeps her hand on Gilda's head, keeping her daughter on ball-sucking duty. The mother gazes on your cock with naked lust.

"We've been neglecting you, haven't we? Let me fix that."

She takes half of your length into her mouth, her tongue making swallowing motions as your precum slithers down her throat. You moan at the sensation, your hand fisting in her hair. Golda grabs your hips and inches down your dick. You feel yourself press up against the back of her throat, your erection melting in the slick depths of her mouth. She gives you a wink. Then she pulls on your hips, thrusting your cock into her tight throat.

"Fuck!"

Golda makes a wet sound of amusement, drool falling from her mouth onto Gilda's hair. She presses forward just a little more, her nose buried in your pubic hair. Her eyes roll back in her head as her throat tries to swallow around your engorged member. You are breathing in gasps, your hips instinctively thrusting against this exquisite feeling. Golda pulls back, her chest heaving now that she can breathe again. You ache with desire, subconsciously tugging on her hair to bring her back to your cock. Golda smirks at you, and gives it a kiss.

"Alright, Gilly. Your turn."

Gilda lets your ballsack fall from her mouth.

"Finally."

Her mother quickly picks up where the daughter left off, sucking your entire sack into her mouth. Gilda takes a moment to psych herself up, staring at your twitching erection.

"I can do this. Just like we practiced."

She takes a deep breath, then envelopes your length in the slippery flesh of her mouth. She stares up at you with wide, anxious eyes. You smile down at her and pat her head.

"You can do this, I believe in you."

Gilda smiles around your dick, and starts taking it deeper. She is noticably breathing hard through her nose by the time you come to the back of her mouth. Golda is stroking her back encouragingly. The girl wraps her arms around your legs, then jerks herself forward. Your cock rams down her throat, rapid swallowing motions stoking the fire of your lust and pleasure. You moan, unable to hold back noises of your appreciation.

It takes you a moment to realize that she's starting to panic, her eyes wide and darting around. You push her head back, and pull your hips away. Gilda falls back on her butt, gasping and shaking. Golda immediately goes to her, hugging her daughter and whispering reassurances. You kneel on the other side, rubbing circles on her back. Gilda gives you a shaky smile.

"Sorry, I th-thought I could handle it."

You smile reassuringly.

"It was a really good try. You didn't gag or throw up, which is pretty impressive for your age."

She blinks.

"Really?"

Golda kisses her on the cheek.

"Really. I'm proud of you, my little Gilly."

Gilda blushes happily.

"Thanks, mom, Anon."

You tousle her hair.

"No problem."

Her mother gives her a squeeze.

"Love you."

Gilda looks away, still embarrassed by all the attention. Her eyes fall on your manhood.

"So, could you take over, mom?"

Golda gives her another kiss on the cheek.

"Sure thing, chickadee."

The older woman lets go of her daughter and slinks over to you like a lioness on the prowl. She pushes you onto your back before settling down between your legs. She eyes your dick speculatively. Then she wraps her breasts around your wet cock, and sucks on your head as it peeks out from between her marshmallowy slopes. You bite your lip, staring into her sultry gaze. With each stroke, she varies the stimulus. Licking under your glans, humming in pleasure, drooling on her boobs, and pinching her nipples. Gilda watches from the side, enraptured by her mother's performance. Your hips buck and thrust uncontrollably. Your sight fades as you draw closer and closer to release. Golda crushes her tits tightly together, pistonning your member through her dirty pillows. You cry out, blinded by the excruciating pleasure of cumming into her mouth, her breasts relentlessly stroking your length until you are drained dry. You collapse back onto the floor. Gilda looms over your face.

"Mom's pretty great, huh?"

You give a weak chuckle.

"That's an understatement."

Then Gilda is abruptly pulled away. You sit up just in time to see Golda lock her daughter in a deep kiss, your cum swirling between their mouths and dripping from the gaps between their lips. You can only stare. Golda finally breaks the kiss, swallowing, then scooping up what cum was on her chin and swallowing again. Gilda tilts her head to the side, swishing your cum around her mouth. She finally swallows.

"Tastes like... fruit punch? Faintly."

Golda licks your cum off her daughter's chin.

"No, that was me. Good try though."

Gilda raises an eyebrow at her mother. Golda wipes her face absently.

"Yes?"

Gilda turns to you.

"Could you help mom out? Dad doesn't come home until later, so she'll be waiting a while if you don't."

Golda blushes.

"You don't have to, you're our guest, and-"

You place a finger on her lips.

"I'm just returning the favor."

She licks your finger. Oh, it is on.

You leave Golda laying on the floor, panting and twitching. Gilda doesn't say much during the drive to the mall, but she is a lot friendlier towards you. You hope that can stretch to cover the other people at school, but you're just glad for some improvement.

The two of you stand in front of the mall map.

"Anywhere you want to try first?"

Gilda crosses her arms.

"I'm trying to get normal guys to fuck me, right?"

You shrug.

"Pretty much."

She sighs.

"Then let's go to Colts."

You give her a comforting pat on the butt.

"Lead the way."

You stand outside the changing room, which you are somewhat surprised exists here. You suppose full body mirrors would be somewhat expensive to put everywhere, and it is probably considerate to avoid arousing any of the other customers. A woman approaches, dressed in an elegant white blouse and a charcoal pencil skirt. Her employee ID hangs from a lanyard and dangles just over the crest of her bust. The woman smiles politely, brushing her long tresses of red hair back, emphasizing her modest cleavage.

"Is there anything I can help you with, sir?"

You gesture towards the changing room.

"No, I'm just waiting on a friend."

The woman nods.

"And would you like some relief while you wait?"

You shake your head.

"Thanks for the offer, but I'm fine."

She glances around, then runs her hand over your crotch, giving your dick a quick squeeze through your pants. You choke back a yelp. The woman winks at you.

"No need to be modest. I'll be around if you change your mind."

You can't help but stare as she sashays away. Nice.

You feel a tapping on your shoulder.

"What do you think?"

You turn around to find Gilda tugging at the bottom hem of a denim skirt that barely reaches mid-thigh, white tights underneath.

"Looks nice, try walking back and forth."

Gilda shrugs and starts pacing. You walk around her, admiring the way the skirt rides up a little when she takes a long stride.

"Shows off your legs well, and teases a bit. Try bending over?"

She obeys, hands resting on her shins.

"Need some relief already?"

You eye her just barely visible panties, and the beginning of the curve of her ass.

"No, but I'm getting there. This is a great pose for what you want."

You give her pussy a stroke through the tights and her panties.

"Hard to ignore the message your sending here."

Even as you watch, the fabric darkens with her arousal. Gilda straightens up and faces you, cheeks red, but grinning.

"Maybe these clothes aren't as lame as I thought. Let's find some guys and test it out!"

She grabs your hand, but you don't budge.

"You should probably pay for those first."

She gives a weak chuckle.

"Might be good."

That taken care of, the two of you prowl the mall, looking for likely targets. Gilda makes a point of walking in front of you, swaying her hips with each step. It's funny, she has such a harsh reputation, but once you gave her some sincere "compliments" she warmed up to you pretty quickly.

"Found some! I'm going in!"

You belatedly call out.

"Good luck!"

She gives you a backhand wave as an acknowledgement. You hang back and watch her talk to two freshman-looking guys. They look pretty relieved to see her, and follow her to a secluded corner. You settle down far enough away that you can't here the sounds over the mall music, but close enough to intervene if necessary. Gilda pulls down her skirt, tights, and panties in one motion, and bends over. One guy comes up behind her and starts pounding away. The other stands in front of her, and she grabs onto his hips as she blows him. You keep an eye on her, watching for signs of panic or anything, but she must have not decided to try deepthroating again. A few minutes later, the guy pulls out of her pussy and Gilda gets down on her knees. She has a cock in each hand, pointed at her wide open mouth. The guys cum quickly, splattering her face even as most of their semen makes it into her mouth. She gives them a few more pumps, drawing out the last of their load onto her extended tongue. Then she swallows, and the three start to put their clothes back on. There is some quick groping of each other, and then they go their separate ways. Gilda skips over to you, gathering the jizz from her face onto her fingers and licking them clean.

"Looks like it was a success."

She beams at you.

"Hell yeah! They kept saying how hot I was and stuff, it was great!"

You chuckle.

"Good for you. I'm pretty sure if you are this proactive at school a few times, you'll have guys coming to you as much as you like."

She rubs the back of her neck.

"Thanks, Anon. You're pretty cool for a teacher."

You smile at her fondly.

"And you're a pretty cool for a student. Ready to head home?"

Gilda licks her lips nervously.

"There is one more thing. I kinda didn't get off with those guys, so could you help me out? You can cum inside me if you want."

You ruffle her hair and she pouts at you.

"Sure thing, Gilda. Lead the way."

She grins.

"You're the best, Anon."

Then she grabs your arm and nearly sprints to the nearby restroom. You pass the stalls and enter into an open booth. Gilda draws the curtain behind the two of you, and you start removing your clothes. You sit back on the small couch, admiring your student's athletic body as she sheds the last of her clothes. She straddles your lap, her tits level with your face. You waste no time in sucking one of her nipples into your mouth and circling it with your tongue. Gilda breathes in with a hiss, cupping the back of your head and almost mashing your face into her breast. You rest a hand on the swell of her hip, while lining yourself up with the other hand. You press down on her hip, and plow slowly into her depths. She growls,

"I've been waiting for this all afternoon, fuck!"

You thrust into her, deep and slow. She matches your rhythm, staring at you through half-lidded eyes. You hum against her boob, making a noise of appreciation. She jolts in your lap as you grab her ass with both hands, kneading and spreading. Gilda bites her lip, writhing while riding your cock. Her humping and wriggling jostle her breast from your mouth, though she doesn't seem to notice. To be fair, she feels so good on your dick and in your hands that it's hard to think straight.

"Damn, but you are one sexy woman."

Gilda grins at you.

"You bet your ass I am!"

She lowers herself against your chest, soft and warm. The kiss she gives you is fierce and passionate, filled with a desperate need. You answer in kind, your tongue fighting a battle that can only have two winners. Your hands take in every inch of her body, feeling the muscles ripple under her skin as she impales herself again and again on your cock. You growl in primal satisfaction, picking up the pace of fucking your hot student. She clenches around you at the sound. Gilda breaks the kiss, gasping and panting for air.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck me!"

She chants it like a prayer, her arms wrapping around you, her hands clutching at your back. You grin a savage grin, slamming into her with wild abandon. She stares at you with naked desire, head bobbing slightly with every motion of her bucking hips.

"I'm gonna cum! Fuck me, I'm gonna cum!"

You stroke her back, a gentle motion in contrast to your vigorous attack on her pussy below.

"That's right, cum for me. You've been a good girl, you deserve to cum."

She whimpers, clutching you even more tightly. You can feel every curve of her body pressed against you as she orgasms. You slow down somewhat, drawing out the moment as she clamps down on your dick and moans. Her body shudders with pleasure, covered in sweat, slick against your own. You keep a slow rhythm as she regains some coherency. Gilda stares at you in blank incomprehension.

"You didn't cum."

You nod.

"Not yet, I haven't."

She blinks.

"Not yet?"

You slowly increase the pace of thrusting into her drenched pussy.

"Oh."

Your hands find her ass again.

"Oh!"

She starts panting, staring at you with wonder and a little bit of fear.

"Oh fuck me."

You pick up the pace again.

"Working on it."

Gilda manages a weak chuckle before she begins to moan in earnest. You pound away, grunting with exertion. She feels so amazing, you literally cannot stop yourself from fucking her stupid. You draw her back into a kiss, delighting in her taste. She whimpers into your mouth, fervently matching your motions. As she begins to tense up, you are also getting close. Every nerve in your body, every instinct you have is telling you to breed this girl. She has surrendered her body to you, breaking the kiss to whisper in your ear.

"Cum inside me, Anon. Give it all to me."

You crush her against your chest, holding her tight as you crest a wave of pleasure. She shudders once more, her pussy worshipping your cock with desperate fervor. You answer the prayer of her body, surging and firing, coating her insides with your seed. Her moan becomes a whimper, then a hum, until finally she's practically purring against you. The two of you bask in each other's warm embrace, fluids intermingling. Eventually, Gilda speaks.

"Anon?"

"Yeah?"

"That was fucking amazing."

You chuckle.

"No, it was amazing fucking."

She giggles.

"That too."