Naive Teacher in Winston Ch. 15a

Condom lesson and spermy lunch date.

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Foreword

Everyone in this story involved in any sexual activities is at least 18 years old. This story is not real and probably could never be real in 2025, so any correlations with real life are mere coincidences.

This is the first part of Day 17. Chapter 15b will contain the afternoon and night. Thanks for your patience!

Enjoy the read,

~ Potato Head

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Previously on...

Potato Note: changing this a little bit to remind everyone of Lana's events today.

* Currently: Day 17, Wednesday. Lana and Dennis' third week in Winston.

** Wedding day 40 (Friday); Winston-Fest days 34 and 35; Winston week + Fair days 29 to 33;

** Lana's fame and notoriety in Winston are growing, and she is getting recognized quite often by the townsfolk.

The Day

- Morning: Special Visit, Biology Lesson

** School Boyfriend -- Zack was up to no good with Greg the day before, Lana is about to find out what occurred.

** Biology -- Lana had previously promised the class to do a condom demonstration. I wonder how will that go?

- Lunch: Date

** Uwe -- Lana agreed to go on a date with Dennis' disgusting and horrible coworker. Is he going to behave?

- Afternoon: Biology, Drama Club

** Drama -- Has Lana practiced enough to satisfy Mary or will the blonde request the naive teacher to go the extra mile?

- Night: Store, Homeless camp

** Lingerie Store -- Lana is planning to get a new pair for Dennis' birthday.

** Homeless camp -- Lana had promised to see the Homeless men, but on Monday, she basically missed them, and on Tuesday, she skipped it entirely. Should be fine, right?

Important Topics

* Mary's Influence - Mary's been breaking down Lana's barriers and self-doubt. She is embracing things. The two concluded that Lana is an exhibitionist and Mary keeps trying to diminish Dennis so her friend can let loose.

* Incentive Program - Lana is enrolled in the Program where she gets rewarded by bonding and physically encouraging her students. Bill has revealed this info to the whole school.

* Dennis' Medical Orders - He is not allowed to cum until the spermiogram exam on Friday. No relations, no fooling around. Lana is losing patience with it, and her desire is slowly winning.

* New App - Winstok is the new hotness among the young crowd and Lana is excited to be a part of it. She can be a little spicy, but not too much. Dennis is watching her on it but doesn't realize his comments are public.

* Dennis' Rival - Uwe is on Dennis' way of getting a huge promotion. He is blackmailing the ginger man with photos and videos of Lana's naked antics (Zoom malfunctions, urinating in public) and even putting photos in the work's kitchen.

This is where our story resumes...

Prologue

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Night Chat

After what seems like an eternity, the beautiful teacher stands from the couch. She looks down at her mess.

'Gee... I am out of control...'

She feels a wave of guilt wash over her.

The guilt of her not doing things with her fiancee.

The guilt of her masturbatory fantasy involving her neighbor Jack and a steamy 'accidental' sexual encounter.

The guilt of the Winstok she made while horny.

'I can't believe I showed my nipple on social media... and then licked a plastic penis and insinuated that I was going to masturbate with it. Ugh... all my students probably saw it...'

'I need to control myself... I'm a teacher and posted that to my students... to the whole school...'

'Ugh...' she massages her temples.

'Being horny is dangerous,' she thinks, caressing her lower flat tummy, where her uterus is.

'I basically betrayed Dens now! I fantasized about having sex with Jack, and I got off to it!'

'You're losing it, Lana... you need to keep yourself together...'

'Why did I feel so guilty after orgasming?' she wonders. 'Wait... is this the post-nut clarity that BJ mentioned? Huh... it was real then!'

'I guess it cleared my head and let me see straight...'

'I need to be more careful when I'm extremely horny... seems like I have the propensity to do immoral and naughty things. It's almost like being drunk...'

'Oh! Being drunk with lust! I heard that before...'

The busty educator continues musing as she heads upstairs to her bedroom.

Dennis jolts awake as she enters. "Is that y-you, babe?" he asks, rattled.

"Yes... sorry I woke you, hun," Lana whispers.

It's completely dark in the room, but the brunette's eyes get used to the darkness.

He shakes his head, "You didn't... I was having a dream..."

"Was it bad?" she asks, lying in bed beside her betrothed.

"Uhh... well... no... I guess not..." the ginger man wavers.

"Tell me, please," the buxom teacher asks curiously.

"Hmm.. it was about the restaurant. Our naughty date..." he says, a little embarrassed.

"Oh... I have been thinking about that," she admits, turning toward her fiancee.

"Me too. Nonstop..." Dennis says earnestly, facing her. His heart is thumping.

"Did you... uhmm... like it? You know..." she asks shyly.

"Uh-huh..." he reveals.

"You do not think I was... I mean... that I was too..." Lana pauses.

"What?" he blurts, his heart in his throat.

"I am not sure how to say... uh... hmm... s-slutty, I guess?" she asks, almost gasping at her own words.

Dennis clears his throat, caught by surprise. He didn't expect his loving fiancee to use this word. "I guess you can put it that way..." he whispers.

Lana gasps lightly, "It did not bother you?"

"Uh... not in the moment... it was really hot... but..." the foolish man says.

"Do you think I am... uhmmm... slutty?" she asks, interrupting him.

He gasps, not believing his Lana is using this naughty word to describe her own behavior. He pauses before answering.

"Well... I guess... some could consider it..." he mutters.

"Oh, no..." she exclaims. 'Dens thinks I'm slutty!'

"I think maybe you were a little bit... s-slutty..." he stammers, embarrassed to say the word. "But just in the moment," he adds.

"Ah..." she mumbles. 'This is terrible!'

Dennis is surprised at the words coming out of his mouth. But he feels like he needs to get this out of his chest.

"It was kind of a slutty thing to do..." he admits.

"Oh, gosh..." she lowers her head in shame.

"But I liked it. I liked you being naughty... I mean... a little slutty," he reveals, his heart racing.

"Really?" she blurts out. Her relief and happiness are palpable.

"Yeah, really..." he says, patting his fiancee on the head.

"So you do not mind if I am a... uhmm... slut?" she asks, biting her lip. 'Wow, Dens keeps surprising me...'

"As long as you're my slut," he says. She can sense his smile.

"Oh, hun! I will always be your s-slut!" she squeals, lurching forward at her man.

The two lovebirds hug and kiss affectionately.

After the embrace, they each lay down. They stay in silence for a little bit.

"So, do you want to do it again?" he asks tentatively.

"Mm?" she questions.

"Show off at the restaurant..." he says timidly. He can't believe he is asking her that, but it is the hottest thing she has ever done. He wishes so badly he could ravage her right now, but he is under medical orders to avoid all sexual contact.

"Oh, yes, that was fun... sure, when?" she asks eagerly. 'That will be so exciting!'

"My birthday? This weekend..." he answers, hopeful.

"A naughty birthday gift then," she giggles and asks, "Before the party on Saturday?"

"That sounds like a date!" he says, and they chuckle.

"Uh..." Lana hesitates for a bit. "Can we.. go a little further?"

"Another restaurant?" Dennis asks, confused.

"No, silly carrot! The same one," she says.

"Oh, sure," he replies, not quite understanding. Maybe she means a booth further into the restaurant, more isolated. That's probably it.

"Yay! I love you, Dens," she squeals. "Maybe we can make it our weekly date spot!" the buxom bride-to-be suggests.

"Ah, sorry, babe... we... uh..." he sighs. "We're tight on money," the ginger man reveals.

"Oh, no," she mutters worriedly.

"It's just with the moving, the new house, and everything... things are tough. But if I get this promo, we can go on dates all the time! I promise!" he assures her.

"That sounds lovely. I will do whatever I can to help," she vows, thinking of all the things she can do to earn some extra dollars.

"That's why I love you, Lana," he says and they kiss.

The busty, beautiful teacher and her bumbling fiancee sleep soundly that night.

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Day 17 -- Morning

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At Home

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Dennis

Dennis Laywood stretches his 29-year-old body. He yawns and runs his hand through his slightly ginger hair.

The out-of-shape man glances at his beautiful, curvaceous fiancee, still asleep beside him. He feels his peepee stirring at the sight of her bountiful breasts spilling out of her nightie.

'Control yourself...' he thinks, remembering his health issues.

Dennis stares at her for a while. Something is up. He loves her with all his heart. 'Hmm... something is different,' he thinks, unable to pinpoint exactly what.

'I thought we were in a good place... we even cuddled through the night,' he ponders. There seem to be a lot of unsaid things between them.

'We need to have a long discussion this weekend...' he concludes. 'Maybe on Sunday, so I don't ruin my birthday...'

The 6'3 man sleepily showers and gets ready for the day. He glances at himself in the mirror and wonders what Lana sees on him. He knows she loves his caramel eyes and boyish face, 'But she is out of my league,' he thinks, poking his protruding stomach. Wincing, Dennis makes his way downstairs.

The ginger fiancee sits on the couch with a cup of coffee and his phone. Feeling a little frisky, he decides to scroll through Winstok.

He stares wide-eyed at the risque posts of a bunch of barely legal teens. He accidentally likes a post from Cynthia where she is teasing with just a towel. 'I wonder how she got into the app...' he mulls, adjusting his half-erection. There is one that catches his attention, where a girl is dressed in bondage gear. His peepee immediately gets at full attention. Then he glances at the time.

"Ah, I have a meeting soon," he mutters, frustrated. He decides to watch one last one and goes to his betrothed's profile. Thankfully for Lana, her last Quickie has already expired.

Dennis watches as his future-wife smiles at the camera and plays with the strap of her salmon-colored dress. 'She is so beautiful... I should comment to give her some encouragement...'

Suddenly, the doorbell rings as his buxom wife-to-be is teasing with her strap.

Frowning, he pauses the video right before Lana's areola would've popped out. He opens the comments, quickly writes, 'My fiancee is beautiful *heart eyes*', and closes the app. He trudges to the door.

To anyone reading, it seems like Dennis is all for his busty bride-to-be showing off her boobs and nipples to everyone in the app.

The ginger fool opens the door and unconsciously scowls at the visitor.

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As the big-titted brunette wakes from her slumber, she feels a slight itch on her nipples. She absentmindedly scratches them as she stretches her curvy 27 year-old-body.

'Mmm... glad we talked last night... I feel a bit better knowing that Dens is happy...' she thinks with a yawn.

She removes her pajamas. "You still got it, Lanette!" she says to herself, admiring her naked figure in the mirror.

Her large breasts, flat tummy, and wide hips make her open a small grin. 'All the men like me...' the teacher reflects, proud of her body, which is thick but in fantastic shape. 'But only Dens matters,' she says as she caresses her trimmed brown pubic hair.

The green-eyed beauty turns around and her bubble butt jiggles. She smacks it playfully, "Mmmm..." she moans.

Suddenly, Lana feels a pit in her stomach. 'I know we talked... but... I dunno... I'm still uneasy... I wonder why?' she ponders.

As she showers, she can't help but chew it over.

'I did too many things lately... naughty things....'

'I need to tone it down... I'm losing control...'

The teacher is clearly having second thoughts.

'What is the point of doing these things without Dennis?'

'I know that I'm doing things for training or in certain occasions lewd actions are necessary... but...'

She reflects on the past couple of days.

'Things go so out of hand yesterday... and the day before...'

'Ugh... practice and the Program are one thing... but... Prof. Henry... Jack... Cal... Pringle... Kenny... gosh... so many men...'

She gasps. 'I was doing it for myself!' she realizes.

'Hmm maybe Jack is okay since he is good practice? Gee... I need to be more careful... Look what happened to Roger... ugh...'

'I can't let myself go with the flow... I have to stop thinking with my cooch instead of my consciousness,' she thinks, patting her sex. 'My relationship is what matters!'

'I love Dennis and we have fun. I can't forget that everything is for him. This whole thing... moving to Winston... getting a job at school... becoming naughtier...'

'Jeez... I kinda forgot myself and got carried away...'

She sighs deeply and feels a pang on her coochie. She scratches it gingerly.

'I know I'm finally exploring my sexuality and discovering new things, but Dens need to be part of it! If not, what's the point?' she repeats.

The buxom teacher reaches a conclusion.

'From now on, I will only do things for Dennis, including the Program and any practice needed. That's it. I will control myself and need to put my foot down with people,' she decides.

A thought comes over, 'It's going to be a difficult conversation with Cal and the others tonight...'

She gets out of the shower.

'I need to see Dens now! Hug him, say how much I love him, and how much he means to me!' she thinks euphorically.

She wraps herself in a white fluffy towel and rushes downstairs, still somewhat wet.

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The Towel

As Lana arrives on the ground floor, she hears Dennis chatting with someone. She stops dead in her tracks when she sees an ash-blonde man sitting on the couch, staring at her. Her husband-to-be is on the chair adjacent to the man with his back to her.

"Oh, Ms. Lana!" the stranger greets her. "Join us," he orders.

She sheepishly approaches the two men.

"It's nice to finally meet you," the man says with a smile filled with yellow crooked teeth. He is pale and ugly, full of splotchy marks on his face, and seems to be in his early 30s.

"Likewise, and it is Miss, I am not married yet," she giggles. Then she pauses, "But hum... who would you be?" she asks unsure.

"It's Uwe..." Dennis says as he turns toward his future-wife. He gasps, "GUH! What are you wearing?!" he blurts, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

"Gee, sorry," the busty brunette says, tugging shyly at the hem of her towel. "I came to hug you good morning, but I did not know we had a visitor," she explains, red in the face.

"I don't mind, it emphasizes her tits," Uwe says matter-of-factly.

Lana self-consciously tightens her towel and pulls it up to better cover her breasts.

"Although her thighs look too thick," the blonde man analyzes.

"Too thick?" the curvy teacher repeats with a whisper, processing the offense. 'Gah! They are not!' she retorts in her head.

"I mind though! Can you go change, babe?" Dennis interrupts.

"Oh! Ehm... I should change..." the busty towel-wearing brunette says urgently.

"No need to do that on my account," Uwe interjects. "And I came here to talk to Pen-uh-Dennis about work and to make sure Ms. Lana is ready for our date," the ugly man explains, saying precisely what he needs to distract the couple.

The ginger fiancee grumbles at the mention of the date.

Lana brings her hand to her chin, 'So it is an official date... I guess Dens wants me to go on a date with this man... I don't like him... but I did decide to help my man,' she reflects.

"Since we're in person, the boys and I will miss your wife's morning Zoom. Such a shame," Uwe says to Dennis, laughing.

Dennis makes an upset noise and crosses his arms defensively.

The curvy brunette blushes, aware that this man saw her accidentally naked twice on the webcam.

"I am not Dens' wife. I am his fiancee," Lana corrects the ash-blonde man.

"Right, right..." he nods. "Oh, how rude of me! I didn't even introduce myself properly," he says, getting up from the couch.

Uwe is tall and wide, a couple of inches taller than Dennis. She estimates that he is 6'5. And his shoulders are broad, although he seems to be on the lean side.

"Pardon my manners. I feel like I already know you," the European man says.

She can't help but giggle. "It is alright," she says.

The pale man gives her a smile full of yellow, crooked teeth and extends his hand. "I'm Uwe. Great to finally meet you in person."

She grabs his clammy hand and shakes, her breasts jiggling obscenely. "I am Lana. It is nice to meet you, too."

Dennis grumbles, this exchange making his stomach churn.

Then Uwe surprises both of them and pulls Lana toward him. He gives her a peck on the lips.

A sweaty and damp smell invades the brunette's nostrils. It's a bit woody and nutty. She can't quite place it, but it's not unpleasant.

"What the heck!" Dennis shouts, standing up.

Uwe grins at him. "I'm European; this is how we greet," he explains.

"Doesn't matter! You can be from the Roman Empire for all I care," the ginger fiancee complains.

"Well, you said she would kiss me..." the tall, gross man says, pulling her again for another smooch.

Lana offers no resistance and accepts the skeezy man's kiss. The smell once against penetrates her senses. 'It's familiar... but different... I don't dislike it... it's not bad...' she processes.

Dennis is fuming. 'This bastard!' he rages. He should stop Uwe, but he can't. The ginger man is torn. 'I have to... but... it might backfire and blow everything up... then I'll be in trouble. And then we'd have to move back home... ugh... ' he thinks, too in his own head.

Uwe continues the kiss, his chafed lips mashing against the beautiful fiancee's plump, rosy mouth.

"Mmffmm!" the busty fiancee protests. 'Dens! Stop him!' she shouts in her head. Then she sees her man hesitating. 'Oh... he is not stopping Uwe, he must be fine with it,' she ponders, surprised. 'I shouldn't be accepting this gross kiss, but Dens asked me to be extra nice and help him... that's probably why,' she concludes.

She thinks about the smooch more; 'Well... Dens said I could kiss him, right? Ugh... He's not a good kisser... actually, he's terrible,' Lana analyses, not enjoying the kiss. She is surprised the man hasn't tried to use his tongue.

The ash-blonde man pulls away. "I see you're wet already!" he jokes as she is still damp from the shower.

She playfully smacks him, "Gross!"

Dennis is in a conundrum. He realizes it's too late to say anything about the kiss since it ended. He doesn't want to look like a fool before his betrothed and work rival. 'It was just a kiss, right?' he reasons.

The ginger man feels a headache forming. "Uhh... I need an aspirin and a tinkle," he announces, walking to the bathroom.

"Don't worry, Mr. Penis. I will take care of floppy tits over here!" Uwe utters at his back.

You can hear Dennis grumbling as he marches toward peace and quiet.

"Excuse me?" she blurts, dismayed. She instinctively pushes her amazing breasts up, "Floppy?"

"Well, you're not wearing a bra, so your oversized melons are flopping all over the place!" the gross man points out.

"*Gasp*! You are horrible," she says, upset. He smirks. Then she remembers what he said before that. "Why do you call Dens that?" the teacher asks with a scowl.

The ugly man feigns ignorance, "Call him what?"

She rolls her eyes. 'These men are all the same,' she thinks. "You called him penis," she says, unamused.

Uwe chuckles. "His name sounds like penis in my language; I don't mean anything with it," he shrugs defensively.

Lana clicks her tongue in displeasure, "Please do not be mean to him..."

"Of course, Ms. Lana. Maybe if you're nice on our date I'll learn to remember his name," the odd-smelling man says seriously.

The curvy brunette pants, not expecting this light blackmail. 'Wow... he's so... infuriating and blunt... I don't like it... and I can see why Dens doesn't like him...' she reflects. "Um-hum," she murmurs in agreement.

"Also, nice outfit. It emphasizes your child-bearing hips," Uwe says. "They are very wide," he adds.

Lana grumbles at his backhand compliment.

"It's true, your fat ass is evident," the ugly man continues to ogle her.

She shivers at his vulgarity and gross stare. 'Ugh... he has to be doing this on purpose. Maybe this is a game... there's no way he doesn't think I am hot or likes my body!' she evaluates.

The future-wife decides to get the truth out of him. "I bet you love seeing me like this," she provokes, striking a little pose and running her hand down the side of her voluptuous body.

"Not really," Uwe says, straight-faced. "I'm not attracted to you."

Lana falters as the man seems sincere. She is baffled, 'Is this possible? How?'

"I do not believe you," she whispers, adamant that she is being tricked.

"You're too..." he makes a gesture with his hands referencing her curves, "Uhh... too big and meaty for my taste," the ugly man explains.

"Meaty?" she repeats, shocked. 'Is he calling me fat? How dare he!' she rages.

"I said I like lean meat in our chat," Uwe grins.

"But... but... you said my breasts were great," the buxom fiancee says desperately.

The ash-blonde replies without skipping a beat, "Yes, they would look great on a skinny wench."

"Oh, gee... I am not fat..." she mutters, displeased.

"Well, the boys on Zoom are big fans," he says. "They'll miss you today!"

Lana beams, happy to hear that. "Really?" she asks with a cocky smirk.

"They talked so much about you in the last couple of days," Uwe says, pumping his eyebrows alluding to her online nakedness.

"Ah, that is nice of them," she blushes.

"Can you send me a video so I can share it with them?" the ugly man requests.

Lana makes an exaggerated thinking noise, "Hmmmm..."

"The boys are crazy about you!" he explains. "And remember that Mr. Dennis allowed it..."

"That is true," she agrees. 'So I guess it should be fine. For Dens,' she rationalizes. Truthfully, her competitive side wants to show him that she is desirable.

The big-titted brunette pulls out her phone and starts looking through her gallery.

'Since he complimented my breasts, maybe I can send one that shows them well? Hmm... Uwe already saw the daily selfie by mistake... and I'm sure he shared it with his buddies,' she glances at him who is looking back with a skeezy grin. 'He gives me the creeps... a little bit... I know I shouldn't think bad of him, but he is causing problems for Dens, and he keeps saying bad things about my body. No... Lana... you need to be good to him, for Dens,' she reminds herself. 'Okay... what video... oh! Maybe the Winstok that I am playing with my dress strap? I know it's an oopsie... but Uwe saw them already... so it's probably fine. Better to stay on his good side,' she decides.

"How can I send it to them?" she asks.

"I need to see it first, just to make sure they'll like it," he says composedly.

The gullible teacher buys his excuse and shows him the video.

"The boys will love the nip slip! Good job, Ms. Lana. Send it to me," he instructs.

"It is Miss... not married," she corrects him quietly. She messages him the video.

"Thanks, Tits McGee," he says. She huffs, upset. "Now, to another topic..."

Uwe lifts a cushion on the couch, exposing the big blue dildo. He reaches toward it.

Lana gasps. "Oh, no! Do not touch it!" she begs.

The gross man grabs and swings the 8-inch dildo in the air. "I found your toy," he teases. He brings it to his nose and takes a deep whiff. "Smells fresh, I see you used it," he says.

The busty wife-to-be blushes and feels her temperature rise. Her cooch clamps, reacting to his crassness.

"I... like to... you know... sometimes... it is not like I use it inside... I mean... just the feeling... eh... I mean... ugh..." she stumbles through her words. 'WHAT AM I EVEN SAYING!? Gosh... shut up!' she thinks, her face bright crimson.

"Does it have a name?" he asks.

"A name?" she repeats and he nods. 'What's with these men wanting me to name my sex toys? Weird,' she analyses. "Not really..." she admits.

"Call him Will, then," the ash-blonde man suggests.

"Sure, I guess," the teacher replies, shrugging. 'Will is funny for a toy... and willy is cute...'

Uwe steps toward Lana. She feels slightly intimidated as he towers over her short, curvy figure.

His scent once again invades her. 'It's so familiar... what is it?' she ponders.

The tall European man touches the dildo to her cheek, close to her mouth. She smells her own coochie aroma mixed in. "Does Dennis please you?" he inquires seriously.

"Y-yes!" she stammers, dumbstruck at his question.

"Then why do you need to... fuck yourself with... Will?" he presses the dildo firmer against her face.

"Ahmm... I am... uh... just experimenting..." she justifies weakly. 'Maybe Uwe is right... no, no... it's just until Dens can use his peepee... or until we can have intercourse...' she contemplates.

"Got you," he says and runs the blue plastic cock over her lips. She instinctively kisses it lightly. "Is his dick tiny?" the gross man asks.

"Why does it matter!?" she retorts briskly, not liking this line of conversation. Then she remembers to be pleasant to him, as Dennis requested. "Dens is small, but that is not why. I am just sexually curious," the buxom bride tries to calmly explain.

"I hear you loud and clear..." Uwe replies in deep though. Seems like he is scheming something. "What a curious naughty wife you are," he grins.

"Fiancee," the brunette corrects him, not bothering to address the naughty part.

"Duly noted," the skeezy man smirks, his yellow crooked teeth giving her the heebie-jeebies. He hears the bathroom door opening. "Well, don't forget our date today. We'll meet at the diner," he reminds her.

"Yes, I will be there," the busty teacher says, glancing apprehensively behind her and then at the dildo, "Please put it away..." she implores.

He leans into her ear, "And remember to not wear panties. Your small-dicked fiancee agreed to it," he says, stepping back and hiding Will, the blue dildo, behind a cushion.

She is about to shut him down when she hears her future-husband. Uwe grins at her as Dennis returns.

"All good, babe?" the ginger man asks, putting his left hand on his betrothed's back.

Lana gulps and nods, knowing she did not deny Uwe. 'So he expects me to not wear panties, and Dens agreed to this...' she processes, believing in the skeezy man.

"Well, I think we should get-" Dennis says, but as he moves, his engagement ring gets caught on Lana's towel, which unravels and falls to the ground.

The curvy fiancee is stark naked in front of their guest. Everyone freezes in shock.

Everything is on full display. Her round breasts are a thing of beauty, with large pink areolas and capped with small rosy nipples. Her flat tummy and toned thighs are a feast for the eyes, as well as her trimmed brunette public hair, which only leaves a hint of pink pussy flesh exposed underneath.

Uwe can finally ogle Lana's nude body in front of her bumbling fiancee. He remains poker-faced, admiring her magnificent figure.

Dennis' jaw is on the floor as he stares at his curvy bride-to-be.

"Wow..." the European man mutters, unable to contain himself.

Lana gets over her initial shock. "Eeeeeeekkkk!" she shrieks as she grabs the towel and wraps it around herself. She doesn't have time to tie it properly, so she keeps holding it.

The buxom future-wife is beet red and breathing heavily. 'Oh. My. God! So embarrassing!' her chest thumps. 'I can't believe Uwe saw me fully naked... Dens barely saw me like this... gosh...'

Nobody says anything for a hot second, the mood taking a weird turn.

"Shoot! Darn..." Dennis breaks the silence. He is still aghast with what happened. "This is why I said to change!" he berates his partner.

"How is this my fault? You pulled it!" Lana defends herself, outraged by the accusation.

"It's not my fault! You shouldn't have worn a towel in the first place!" the ginger man points out.

"Everyone calm down. It was just an accident. A mishap," Uwe says, trying to defuse the situation. "Besides, I already saw Ms. Lana on Zoom, so it's not a huge deal," he states.

"Miss..." she stammers. "I... uh... better go get ready..." the teacher says, still mortified. She turns and marches toward the stairs.

Dennis realizes he needs to remedy things. Lana can't blow things up now. He quickly goes around her and stops her from leaving.

"Babe," the ginger man says, then he whispers, "Please be good to him on the... uh... date," he begs.

"Really? This is what you say now?" she whispers back angrily. She puts one hand on her hip while the other holds the towel in place.

"I depend on you! I know he is infuriating but go with the flow... please," he implores.

"Tisk! Hmm," she makes an upset noise.

"Pleeeeease," he murmurs, grabbing the hand holding the towel to emphasize his desperation.

Oh, what a fool Dennis is.

Lana's towel comes undone once more, and her whole backside and ass are exposed in full to Uwe.

"Oh!" the ash-blonde utters, unable to stay quiet.

"Eeeeppp!" the voluptuous fiancee shrieks again. 'Oh, gosh!' she thinks as she snatches her white towel and runs up the stairs, holding it in front of her boobs.

Uwe admires her large bubble butt bouncing up the stairs. Dennis does the same.

"Sorry, babe," Dennis shouts, aghast.

Lana enters the bedroom and she hears the gross man saying to her fiancee, "Your wife has such a fat ass..."

Her chest is heaving as she closes the door.

~~~

Another Winstok

"This man is terrible! I can see why Dens is worried about him ruining his career. I need to help my love," she mutters. "But... gosh..." the events that just happened flood her brain.

She drops her towel as her heart thumps and her tummy is full of butterflies.

'Gee... Uwe saw me naked... fully naked... my cooch and boobs... everything... even my butt!'

Her snatch is pulsating, and her hard nipples are throbbing.

She gingerly touches her virgin sex. 'Wow... I'm so wet... my coochie is practically drooling....'

'Dropping my towel was so wrong... but... kinda exciting... just an accident... wait!' she squints.

'Did Dens do it on purpose? Huh... maybe he wanted to show me off to his coworker... Gosh... how naughty he is!'

'But... why was he mad at me wearing a towel? Only if... Oh...' she processes.

"OH!" she exclaims. 'He was pretending to be mad!' she concludes.

'Dens must've been aroused by it, and then he was putting on a show to Uwe... yeah... he was probably embarrassed by his fetish or something... right... that's it,' she reasons. 'What kind of fiancee would get off on getting his almost-wife naked in front of his coworkers? Gee... Dens is so pervy...'

'I should apologize tonight and give him a big hug... mmm... and a thanks... it was very hot... "accidentally" dropping my towel and getting me naked... TWICE!' she evaluates, amused.

"Babe!" her future-husband shouts from downstairs. She cracks open the door. "We're going to work now. Bye!" the ginger man announces.

"'Kay, bye! Love you," she shouts back. 'I love him so much,' she thinks happily.

"See you at our date, Tits McGee!" Uwe shouts, chuckling.

With a grunt, she closes the door. 'Grah! He is infuriating... I'll show him then,' she reckons.

Lana gets a notification on her phone. It says that Dennis left a comment on her Winstok.

'Mmm... I could do another Winstok,' she considers, feeling a little frisky. The curvy brunette gently caresses her needy and damp cooch.

The busty teacher opens the app and checks her fiancee's comment. It says, "My fiancee is beautiful *heart eyes*".

'Aww... Dennis is a sweetheart... and he is so encouraging!'

'Other men would probably not support his fiancee's slip video, but not my man! He is the best,' she thinks proudly.

She reads the other comments. Most are praising her breasts. She feels all hot and fuzzy inside, and her pussy twitches with each dirty word.

'Oh gosh, BJ is calling Dens a cucky! That's too far... I need to talk to him about his language,' she thinks. 'I better clear it up....'

She posts, "Dens is not a cuck, he is a Voyeur. There is a big difference, BJ!".

'That should do it,' she thinks, pleased with her explanation.

Then Lana sees a video from Cynthia.

"What!? How is this tramp on here? I wonder she got the app..." she mutters.

The teacher opens it and sees Cynthia teasing with a towel. It's tame and shows nothing besides a little bit of the inside of her boob.

'Wait... did Dens like it? What the darn! Gah! I hate this b-word!'

'I will show her how to do a proper towel Winstok!'

Determined, Lana wraps the white towel around her naked voluptuous body. She starts recording.

"Morning, students!" the teacher greets. Then, she pretends to adjust her towel a little bit. It almost shows her large areola. She smiles, "It is time to get ready," she says.

Then she 'adjusts' again, but this time, she opens too much, and half her breast gets exposed, areola and half nipple included. She quickly fastens it. "Oopsie! Well, see you in class!" the buxom wife-to-be winks.

'Wow, that was fun,' she thinks, watching it back. 'Maybe it's a tad too far... should I post it? Hmmm... I don't want to be banned... I will censor it!' she settles.

Lana adds a little sunshine on top of her nipple and areola. Even with that, the video is still sexy as hell. She posts it without faltering.

'Oh, I should send the uncensored one to Dens!' she decides, forgetting that her ginger betrothed is under medical orders.

She writes, "This is how you do a towel slip! XOXO" and sends it to him, along with the video.

'Wow... What a rush! Maybe Winstok could be the release I need for my exhibitionistic side. And there is a hard line, so it's easy to stay good. Yeah, that makes sense,' she reflects.

Her coochie is still on fire. 'I'll be late if I take care of her now... I can do that tonight, it's going to be alright,' she tells herself.

Lana starts getting ready for school. She continues to chew over the events of the morning.

'These men are all the same...'

'My future-husband turns out to be super kinky and wants to expose me to get his peepee off! It's almost like he is pimping me out to his coworker on a date.... I know it's not like that... it's just to help him with his job... but it feels a little immoral and indecent... he made me kiss that guy and then showed me off naked... geee...'

'And this Uwe... he is gross and smells... the scent is peculiar... kinda good almost... no, no. Wait. Lana! You shouldn't judge him... but... argh... he is mean to Dens, and he keeps insulting and provoking me...'

'He says he is not attracted to me... but really? Look at him and look at me,' she stares at her gorgeous curvy self in the mirror.

'I'm hot, and he knows it. How can he not like this?' She does a little sultry shimmy.

'Considering how ugly and gross he is, he should give his kidney to be with me!' she giggles.

'Does Uwe get off in humiliating me? I don't know... no... that can't be... but... I will blow him away on our date. He will never badmouth my body again!' she decides, applying extra effort to her makeup.

'Should I wear Teddy today? Hmm... I still need more training for Dens.... and maybe he will take the edge off,' she hopes.

The naughty fiancee lubes her 4-inch-long purple butt plug and aligns it with her virgin butthole. She forces Teddy against it, feeling a nice, pleasurable sensation. It slides inside way easier than before.

'Mmm... I sense I'm getting used to it...' she thinks optimistically. Then, she sits on the bed to put on her clothes.

"Ohhh!" she moans loudly. 'Gosh, I'm starting to enjoy sitting on Teddy... a lot...'

Lana decides on an opaque white blouse. 'It's the last opaque one... tomorrow I have to wear a sheer one,' she dreads. As she puts the blouse on, her nipples immediately itch.

"Ugh... this bothers me..." she grumbles. 'I can't wait to see Dr. Hardik tomorrow and figure my nipples out. Just bear with it for now,' she tells herself.

The curvaceous teacher finishes getting dressed and looks at herself in the mirror.

She is wearing a flowy red skirt that stops halfway down her thick, creamy thighs. It emphasizes her ample butt quite well and is very prone to accidents, like a cheeky wind or teenage pranks, as she now knows too well.

Her blouse is a white sleeveless v-neck blouse that exposes a generous amount of cleavage. It stretches tightly across her ample chest, accentuating her perfect orbs.

Under the skirt, she is wearing lacy white panties with a red WS logo. The underwear is cheeky-style, leaving most of her butt exposed. Worse, the lace is quite sheer, making her brown pubic hair completely visible underneath.

She chooses a pair of black flats with a little bow to complete her ensemble. Her nails are still painted a nude white-ish color.

She admires her smoking hot outfit and her sexy makeup. 'I bet Uwe is going to like it,' she thinks. 'And Bill... and the students!' she grins naughtily. 'Oh, and Dens... of course,' she adds hastily.

Then, she notices that her nipples are faintly visible under the blouse.

'Oh, this is not good... I need to do something... I can't just show up in school presenting my nipples to everyone... right? No, no... that would be too wild! I'm sure Dens would love hearing about it, but I don't think I'm ready,' she concludes.

Lana decides to put on a bra. She opts for a simple white cotton one to go with her blouse. Her nipples bother her even more when they make contact with the soft material. She winces.

'Hopefully Bill won't not disapprove of it...' she thinks, biting her lower lip.

She glances at the mirror again and opens the top button of her blouse, accentuating her cleavage even more. 'Maybe this will satiate him...' she hopes.

The buxom wife-to-be grabs her purse and leaves for work.

~~~~~~~

~~~~~~~

Morning -- School

Lana Cox has an uneventful walk through the village. A few older folk say good morning, but nothing beyond that.

As the teacher approaches Winston School, she notices that all teens are glued to their phones. Seems like the young adult population of the town is buzzing with the new Winstok craze.

A few students glance at her, then at their phones, and then back at the teacher.

'Hmm, peculiar...' she thinks, not giving it a second thought.

She crosses the parking lot and sees Bill waiting by the school gate.

"Lana! Just who I wanted to see!" the large Principal booms. William Winston-Phillips is a big man, both height and weight-wise. While he is a tad lecherous for Lana's taste, she overlooks it as he is in his late 60s.

"Morning, Principal Bill," the cute brunette says, blushing. 'Why did I blush? Gosh... I feel like a schoolgirl with him... he is so... big...' she reflects.

"Just Bill, buttercup," the overweight man reminds her.

"Bill," the busty teacher repeats obediently.

The Principal nods approvingly. "Before I explain why I wanted to see you, I need to ask about your choice of attire," he says sternly.

She gasps and looks down at her outfit worriedly. "Gosh, what is wrong with it?" she asks meekly.

"I see you decided to wear a bra today, peach. That's not good. I thought we were over that nonsense," Bill says disapprovingly.

"Ah... gee... sorry, Bill..." the blushing teacher stammers. "You see... ahm... the blouse is not totally opaque... and..."

"Nonsense! The Archers sold me as the opaque ones. They guaranteed it. Doll, are you saying they lied to me?" the old Principal questions.

"N-no! O-of course not... I... uh... I could faintly see... you know... and... well..." she stutters an answer.

"Okay, show me," Bill says with an impassable expression.

"Huh?" the buxom fiancee arches her eyebrow, confused.

"Show me," he repeats deadpan.

Lana glances around, worried that her students are watching. "Ehm... how?" she asks timidly.

"Remove your bra this instant, and show me," the burly Principal demands. "If it's too noticeable, I'll allow you to keep wearing it," he explains.

The teacher inhales. "Right now?" she asks bashfully. She remembers that Mary told her to obey what Bill says. 'Oh, no... this is bad,' she thinks, looking around at a few teens staring at the scene. Thankfully for her, it's still a bit early, so there aren't many onlookers.

"Yup," the old man grins jovially. "Is there anywhere else you'd rather be?"

"Uhmm... class..." she stammers nervously.

Bill looks at his expensive Rolex and waves his hand. "We have plenty of time before it starts," he says dismissively.

Lana hears the whispers of the teens checking out the scene.

"Come one, sunshine," the elderly educator says, staring at her expectantly.

Flustered, Lana has no way out. 'Gosh... I... oh... uhm...' she thinks. Her brain feels broken. She feels intimidated, overwhelmed, and embarrassed all at the same time. 'Bill is my boss... I better do this...' she tells herself.

The curvy teacher notices more and more students stopping to stare at her predicament.

Lana obediently slides her hand under the back of her blouse and unfastens her bra. She quickly slides down the bra straps.

The rustling among the students increases considerably; they can't quite believe their eyes.

The buxom educator covers her chest with her arms, holding her bra, and stares meekly at Bill. "Do I have to?" she asks sheepishly. Something stirs inside her.

The old man looks at her with a stern expression. "Doll, should we discuss the Program again?"

She inhales, almost as if hurt. "N-no need..." she stammers. 'Oh, gosh...'

Lana pulls her bra from under her white blouse.

The relief on her nipples is palpable; she sighs unintentionally. Bill notices and grins.

The students' voices are more audible now; they are all commenting on their busty teacher.

"Look at those melons!" "They're perfect!" "Massive tits" "Are her nipples getting hard?"

"Good girl," Bill says. He stares at her chest intently.

Lana turns crimson and involuntarily covers her breasts with her arms. She feels her erect nipples brushing against her limb.

"Arms down, buttercup. I need to evaluate if your ample breasts are visible or not," the old man says matter-of-factly.

The busty fiancee gulps and submissively puts her arms to the side, jutting her chest out to her boss and all her students so they can inspect it properly.

'This is so embarrassing,' she thinks as her tummy is in knots and her coochie pulsates.

She hears all the teens whispering.

Lana feels intoxicated. Her vision is blurry, and it's like she is drunk. 'This is so humiliating... but...' her cooch throbs in response. She shifts in place and notices her panties are wet beyond belief. 'I'm just letting everyone admire my braless breasts... like a... slut...' she thinks, and her snatch gushes at the thought.

The burly old man stares at the big-titted teacher. "Hmmm... you can barely notice anything. You're absolutely proper!" he declares loudly.

Lana nods, relieved. She can feel the dampness of her panties.

"At least show us your tits!" one of the students shouts.

"W-what? Why would I do that?" Lana retorts defensively. Her heart is thumping. 'These kids are so crass... geee...' she thinks.

"Aww... c'mon! That's so mean!" the boy complains.

"I... uh..." stammers the busty teacher, confounded.

Bill wraps his large arm around the teacher and brings her closer to him. He squeezes her tit and grins at the student. "Maybe next time," the old, overweight man says.

Lana unconsciously moans. 'He's so naughty!' she thinks, all hot and bothered.

The students' murmurs become even louder. The curvy fiancee turns beet red.

"Quiet down!" the Principal orders, and the teens fall silent, although they don't move an inch. He lets Lana go.

"Thanks, Bill," she squeaks, still in a daze from his groping. 'Oh, gee... Bill did that in front of the students... anyone could've seen it... but... at least he is paying attention to me... and not to Chloe... I mean... it doesn't matter... but at least... right? Gosh...' she reflects, all over the place.

"You're welcome, sunshine. Now give me a thank you kiss," the Principal orders. "We should show the students what the Program is all about," he justifies.

Obediently, she gives the husky old man a peck on the lips. A few students gasp at that.

"Good, girl," Bill praises. She feels warm and fuzzy inside.

Rascally, Bill lifts Lana's flowy red skirt and exposes her bubble butt and white lacy panties to all the ogling teenagers. He grabs a handful of succulent assflesh.

The teacher gasps, her butt plug sending a small jolt of pleasure through her body. She quickly moves away from her boss. "Bill!" she complains and playfully smacks his beefy arm. Her nipples ache, wanting to be touched.

"It was just a prank," the old man smiles wickedly.

She nods, mortified. 'Gosh.... that was mortifying... everyone saw my bum and Bill squeezing it! I hope they don't think bad of me... mmm... it was kinda naughty...' she thinks, her drooling coochie throbbing with desire.

"Now follow me, I have something to discuss with you," he says, turning around and walking toward the school.

Lana hurriedly follows in his footsteps. She feels her pussy juice run down her thigh.

The buxom fiancee remembers she needs to aid Bill with whatever he needs. "What else can I help you with?" the teacher asks subserviently.

"Good initiative," the late 60s man smiles, pleased.

The large old man clears his throat, signifying the tonal shift in the conversation. The playful Bill is gone; this is serious business.

"Mr. Archer and Mr. Zimmer are waiting for you in my office," he states.

'Zack and Greg!' she exclaims in her head. "Oh, no. What for?" she asks, dreading his explanation.

"Well, there was an incident yesterday. Two, actually," Bill corrects.

"Incident? What happened," the teacher asks worriedly.

"I'll let them fill you in on that, but you need to fix it," the Principal says sternly.

"Fix it? Me?" Lana asks. 'There must be some kind of mistake...'

"Yes, sunshine. Both boys mentioned you by name," the burly old man explains.

"Gee..." she mutters apprehensively.

"Aaaaand, more importantly," Bill emphasizes. "Their fathers are my old friends and are on the school board. They're big contributors to the school," he states, letting the subtext sink in.

"I see," Lana mumbles nervously. 'I don't like where this is going...' she thinks.

The overweight elderly man opens a wide smile. "Peach, you want the best for you and your husband, right?" he questions.

"Fiancee..." she corrects him. "And yes, I do."

"So, fix it," the Principal orders.

"Oh, gosh," Lana squeaks.

He puts his big hand on her shoulder. "Consider this a test, doll. An essential part of the Program," he says categorically.

Lana gulps. 'This seems really serious...' she evaluates. "I understand," she assures him.

"The board will be extremely pleased," Bill smiles. The old man looks around. "Their dads are watching," he adds.

The big-titted fiancee looks around worriedly. "What can I do?" she asks anxiously.

"Do whatever these shitty spoiled brats want. Comprende?" the old says unquestionably.

Lana nods adamantly.

"Good. I'm counting on you, Lana," Bill says and turns to leave. "We all are," he adds before marching back outside.

The bubble-butt teacher stares at her boss until he is out of sight.

'Oh, god. I better deal with it,' she decides, strutting to his office.

~~~

Bullies

Lana arrives at Bill's office, and Stella, the Principal's secretary, waits outside the door. She is extremely strict and is the glue that holds the school together. Some people say that she is the true principal.

"Hi Lana, I need to run but can catch you up," the secretary states.

"Hi, Stella. And thanks," the teacher smiles. "Wait, you are not staying?"

"I can't," the old woman says, waving her hand dismissively. "So, long story short, Greg was locked in the changing room all night, and Kenny found him this morning," she explains quickly.

Lana gasps, "Oh, no!"

"Yes, it's not great. I'll let you deal with that," Stella says.

The voluptuous educator sighs and nods sheepishly.

"Well, good luck," the older woman says, opening the door to the busty teacher.

"T-thanks," Lana stammers, a bit nervous.

The large-breasted fiancee enters the office, where the two teenage boys await her.

Greg Zimmer is a 5'3, rounded-face, obese boy. He is in class 2-C, has no friends, and is constantly bullied. While he is lame and pitiful, he is Lana's School Boyfriend.

Zack Archer is the leader of the bullies. He is not physically strong but is deviously charismatic, and his family is powerful. He has a large head and is a bit taller than Greg.

"H-hi, Miss L-Lana," the fat teen hiccups. He is red and puffier than usual.

'Seems like he's been crying,' the teacher analyses.

"Miss C," Zack shortly greets her. If he noticed her semi-sheer blouse, he makes no mention of it.

"Hi, boys. Bill... uhh... the Principal mentioned that you are both in trouble. What happened?" the innocent teacher asks.

"This butthole locked me!" Greg yells, pointing at his bully.

The big-headed boy interrupts, "This fatso was perving!"

Both start shouting at the same time.

'Oh, gosh... this will be tough,' Lana thinks, a little stressed.

"Boys! Stop!" the teacher orders. They quiet down. "One at a time, please. Greggy, first," she says, pointing to her 'boyfriend'.

Zack scoffs, "Fine," he grumbles.

"Uhmm... well... I..." the rotund student stammers nervously.

"Deep breath, Big G. This is a safe space," the loving teacher patiently assures him.

The bully chuckles, and Lana glares at him. He puts his arms up and gestures that he is zipping his mouth.

Greg takes a deep breath, his blubbery belly jiggling with the intense movement. "So after we chatted in the bathroom, a girl saw me and screamed! I was scared someone might think I was there with bad intentions, so I ran away. A bunch of people were already outside, so I apologized to everyone. But they started chanting 'pervy Greg'. Ugh, it was horrible. People involved Kenny, and he escorted me to the principal's office."

'Oh, gosh... that was my fault! I'm sorry, Greggy... I should make up to you,' the big-titted teacher thinks, a pit in her flat tummy.

The obese boy continues. "After clearing things up, I went to each lunch. Zack and the gang were there, and they said that I needed to meet them in the Gym if I, quote, 'Didn't want to suffer'," he says, teary-eyed.

Zack groans and rolls his eyes.

"Shh, let him talk," Lana says, scowling at the bully.

Greg wipes a tear. "And then, at the changing room, they grabbed me and locked me in a locker. They kept insulting me the whole time and made me miss the AV Club even," he explains, another tear rolling down his chubby face.

"Sorry, Greggy," Lana says, caressing his cheek.

The boy steps away from her as if offended.

'Oh no, he seems upset at me...' Lana reflects, anxious at the prospect. "Hmm... did they lock you up all night? No food?" the teacher asks worriedly.

"I was starving," the rotund teen laments.

"Don't lie, Fatso! We gave you a protein bar and a bottle of water!" Zack defends himself.

"That was gone in a second!" Greg retorts.

"Yeah, because you are a Fatty McFatterson!" the bully counters.

Greg is red with anger. "And you are a baby bitch!" he shouts.

"Quiet, both!" Lana says. 'Gosh, I never saw Greggy so upset... he normally is not like this...'

"He started it," Zack points.

The braless fiancee gives Zack a menacing look. The miscreant gulps. Greg gives him the middle finger.

"Thanks, Greggy-I mean, Big G, for telling me what happened. I am sure it could not have been easy to go through this and then talk about it in front of the person who harmed you," Lana says, putting on her mentor hat. "Now, Zack, since you are so willing to insult others, tell us your side," she orders.

"Very well, Miss C," the Archer boy says. "First, we were talking to you, and you refused to show us your vagina," he begins explaining.

"Vulva," she interrupts. "And we were at school in front of people!" she argues.

"Whatever... you didn't want to show us your cunt, but I bet you show it to this Fatso all the time!" Zack complains. "Then you made fun of our dicks, in front of everyone! You called them micro peepees and wiggled your pinky. EVERYONE HEARD!" he says, exasperated, and grumbles, "It was very traumatic."

Greg can't help but chuckle, and Zack clenches his fist.

"Greggy, please let Zack speak now," the teacher pleads. The fat boy nods.

"Anyway, after that humiliation, we were pissed at you both," the bully says. And Greg seems shocked. "Yes, you too, blubber boy. It's not fair that you get to have fun with the hottest teacher in the world... actually, the hottest woman in the universe!"

Lana blushes. 'Gee... does Zack like me? Is he doing all this because he is jealous of Greg being my fake boyfriend? It's not even real!'

Zack realizes what he said and turns red. "Well... uh... anyway... We heard Fatso was peeping on girls earlier, so we met him at the changing rooms and locked him away. We got back at him for having a girlfriend and still being a pervert to women! We are heroes," the miscreant declares, proud of his actions.

'This doesn't really seem like my fault... this boy has issues... but... what I can't forget what Bill said. Jesus Christ. I need to fix it, regardless if it is my fault or not,' she sights.

"Zack, you had promised yesterday to be good to Greg!" Lana reprimands him.

"Well, that was before he became a peeping tom pervert! And you, a total bitch!" the big-headed teen shouts.

Lana gasps, shocked at being called the B-word.

"Miss Lana... it was your fault," Greg admits. The teacher gasps again. "Everyone nicknamed me Pervy Greggy now... it's awful. I was fine when it was Zack and the stooges... but now even the girls are calling me that," he says, wiping another tear.

The bully laughs at his classmate's quandary. "You had it coming, Fatso," he says.

Lana glares at the large-headed teen again.

'God... I think I messed up...' she thinks, feeling bad. 'Whatever is happening, I am making things worse somehow... for both of them... Greg is upset and sad, and Zack is angry at the world. Gee... if things goes on like this, I won't just not fix it, but I will actually aggravate things... this can't go on... I need to figure something out...' she considers.

'Lana, this is a test. You are the queen of tests. You never met a test you could not ace. Let's do it!' she peps herself up. The beautiful fiancee takes a deep breath.

'I will do whatever it takes. For my job. For Dens. For my new life here in Winston,' she decides, hell-bent on solving this issue.

"Boys, I am sorry about everything," she says, getting in between the two students and hugging them affectionately.

Zack is about to say something, but the buxom teacher lifts her hand up, and he zips his mouth.

"Things cannot continue like this between you two. You both have so much in common. I know you can be good friends if you give it a chance," she pleads, glancing between them.

"I'm not sure..." Greg says under his breath.

The bully scoffs, "Doubt it..." he mutters.

"Greggy, what do you want to forgive me? Zack, what do you want to stop bullying Greg?" Lana asks out of the blue. "I will do whatever you want," she adds, a fire in her eyes.

"I will give you a couple minutes to think about it," the ample-bosomed teacher continues, walking towards Bill's chair and sitting. She smiles to herself, 'I kinda like having this power over them... mmm... makes me all fuzzy,' she thinks. 'Maybe I could be principal someday...' the idea sounding quite pleasing.

The two teens are confused and in shock. They both stay quiet for a good minute. Then, instead of figuring it out alone, they start to whisper to each other, formulating an agreement.

After a couple of minutes, Greg announces, "We're ready, I'll go first."

Lana is surprised. 'Seems like my plan is working... they're already working together! This is great,' she thinks naively.

"Well done. Please shake hands first," the teacher requests, walking back to them.

The boys do it without hesitation. The big-titted teacher is speechless; she expected some resistance.

The obese student clears his throat and wipes his sweaty brow. "Well, Miss Lana, I have two requests," he says, lifting his chubby fingers. She nods.

"I w-want-" his voice cracks, and he clears his throat again. "I want more attention at school. As your boyfriend," Greg says.

"Gosh... erm... what kind of attention do you want?" she asks nervously.

"Some more kissing, hand holding... more PDA!" the round boy demands.

"Public displays of affection are reasonable for a boyfriend-girlfriend," Zack adds, smirking.

Lana sighs, but she is expecting as much. 'This is okay... as they said, nothing more than what we have been doing... I anticipated worse....' she reflects, slightly disappointed.

The teacher nods, "Okay, that is agreeable. What is the second request?"

"I want us to go on a date," the chubby teen says, his eyes full of the innocent hope of youth.

"A d-date?" the brunette repeats, confused.

Greg nods, "As boyfriend and girlfriend," he clarifies.

She cocks her head, "There are not a lot of school places that we could go. Hmm..."

"No, Miss Lana," the short boy shakes his head, "A date outside! Like a mall or a restaurant!"

"Outside? We cannot!" the buxom teacher exclaims, stupefied. "You are my school boyfriend. Which means solely at school," she elucidates a little patronizingly.

"Lemme be your regular boyfriend then!" Greg says enthusiastically. "That's what I want! I date as your full-on boyfriend!"

"Sounds reasonable to me," the big-headed bully adds.

"Gosh... Greggy... We cannot," Lana answers, quite flustered. 'That's preposterous... having another boyfriend...' she thinks. She justifies, "I have a fiancee who I love!"

The obese student crosses his arms and brattily says, "That's what I want!"

Zack puts his hand on his classmate's shoulder, "Well, you can have a fiancee and a real boyfriend."

"True, it's a common thing in... uhhh... Europe!" Greg says, making it up.

"Right!" the Archer boy agrees, seeing the opportunity to piggyback on this. "Women can have multiple boyfriends and dates in places like France and Argentina," he wings it.

'Is that true?' she questions instinctively. Lana lifts an eyebrow, "Wait, Argentina is in South America!"

Greg intervenes, "We know... uhh... but they're of Spanish descent!" he improvises.

Zack smirks, concocting a tale. "So, in those places, women can have more partners, as long as they aren't married yet," he explains.

"Oh, I heard about that..." the naive fiance mutters. 'I think it was on the news,' she recalls. "But... umm, would it not be cheating?" she asks hesitantly.

"Not all at!" the bully affirms, exuding confidence. "As I said, they aren't legally married. Being engaged is not married," he reminds the innocent teacher.

"That is true..." the curvy woman murmurs. 'At least not for another 25 days!' she reflects.

The two teens look at the brunette expectantly.

The busty teacher debates with herself, 'Gee... Dens won't like it... maybe I can agree now and get out of it later. No... that seems mean. And Greggy is nice and harmless, so maybe it will work okay...'

'Even then... school girlfriend was one thing... it was just a fun situation... yes, Dens agreed to it, but the implications were minor... it was a cute affair, like two children pretending to marry... but now... a full-on boyfriend-girlfriend... this seems more important. Can I really have a second boyfriend besides Dens? It doesn't seem right... it's like I'll be doing something bad if I accept it...'

'But it's Greggy! He is like my baby brother! I am completely comfortable with him, and I'm sure he wouldn't try anything inappropriate. It would be basically the same as now, just anywhere... in public... for people in town to see... gosh... On the positive side, I do feel I have power over him... maybe not in this moment, but in general... he is like my puppy... so he would probably behave and do what I say.'

'Gosh... but I don't know... feels like I am doing something wrong to Dens... maybe I can suggest something else? Yeah... that's it...' she decides.

"Greg, I am sorry," Lana says wholeheartedly. "I do not think I can do that. How about if we go on dates at school? Maybe we can do a movie night at-"

"Ap-ap-ap!" Zack interrupts, holding up his hand. "This is not a negotiation, Miss C. We say what we want, and you do it," he states seriously.

"Guh!" she gasps, stunned by his audacity.

"If you know what's best for you and hubby," the bully adds menacingly.

The teacher gasps again. "Umm...." she mumbles, then adds quietly, "Dens is not my husband..."

"Exactly!" Zack points out, "You're an independent SINGLE woman; you can make your own decisions."

'Oh, gee... he might be right... Bill said I needed to do this for my job. And Mary asked me to obey Bill so her plan can work. So, my job, friendship, and fiancee's job are on the line. God... the stakes are high... I don't see another choice... I'm sure Dens will understand. It's probably fine, right? ' she sets her mind at ease.

Greg is on board, "True, Miss Lana. It'd be amazing to be your boyfriend. Pretty please?"

She can't help but smile at his puppy dog eyes. "Greggy, would it make you happy?"

"The happiest in the world!" he says, his chubby face stamped with an ear-to-ear grin.

'He is so adorable. I guess it might not be that bad,' she reassures herself.

"Okay, I agree to the date and the conditions," she says and thinks, 'No way back now.'

The boys high-five each other with juvenile enthusiasm.

Lana giggles. She asks, "When do we go?"

"Today! We can leave together after the Drama Club," the obese student grins.

"Oh, gosh..." the teacher mutters, thinking of the implications. 'I will be late to see Cal and the others at the park... I am a little worried, I have been breaking my promise... I won't take long with Greg... just an hour... should be alright,' she evaluates, feeling anxious.

"Where are you taking Miss C?" the bully asks his classmate.

"I... uh... haven't thought that far," Greg admits.

Zack facepalms, and Lana giggles.

'He is such a sweet doofus,' she thinks.

"How about going shopping at my family's store?" Zack suggests.

Greg makes a confused face, "The pajama place?"

The big-headed teen grins, "And lingerie! My bro said Miss C bought some lingerie there recently. Maybe she can model it for you," he winks.

Lana scowls at the suggestion.

"Oh, dude! That is a dope idea, and then we can get Ice Cream after!" the fat boy says.

'Well... I was already planning to get a new set for Dens' birthday this weekend,' the future-wife remembers.

"That does not sound that bad," she says. "No modeling, though."

Zack grins and whispers something in Greg's ear, who nods.

"So, it's a date, Miss Lana?" the round-faced student asks.

"Sure, it is a date," she replies with a smile. "Gosh, two dates in one day," she naively says out loud.

The boys seem curious about that revelation but decide not to press further.

Lana's mind is processing the whole boyfriend thing. 'This feels different... I feel giddy again, like when I first started seeing Dens. Having a boyfriend again might be fun... with Dens it is not the same; we have moved to the next level. This feels new... no... it's not real, tho... well... Greggy thinks it is... so maybe it is... and I guess it's fine if it is...' she chews over.

Then she notices the boys chatting.

"Dude, want to come along?" the fat teen invites.

"I appreciate it, but I have club activities," the bully replies.

"Oh, what club?" Greg asks.

Zack blushes, "The Student Council. It's kinda silly, but I like it."

"Cool, I didn't know!" the chubby boy says.

"How? I'm our class rep!" the big-headed student says, and they laugh.

'This is so weird... Greg and Zack... being friends and working together. That is kinda admirable... Oh! It's similar to Dennis and Uwe. I wonder if they will become friends and cooperate... I hope so. I need to help Dens to make that happen...' she reflects, then she has a breakthrough. 'My god! It's just like I helped Greg to make it happen for him!'

"Miss Lana, can I have a kiss and a long hug... to uhhh... celebrate you being my girlfriend?" Greg requests.

"Sure, I guess that is fair," she says.

Lana approaches her new boyfriend and gives him a quick kiss on the lips. Then they hug longingly.

"Damn, my first real girlfriend..." the obese boy says, with a shit-eating grin.

"Good on you, dude," Zack says, patting his back. Oddly proud of his ex-rival.

"Thanks, it's so good to finally have a girlfriend," Greg beams, still mid-hug.

Lana smiles shyly and admits, "It is not bad..."

The fat kid squeezes her tighter, "Miss Lana, hopefully, this means we can do some naughty things," he says, blushing and gingerly squeezing her ample bottom.

The voluptuous educator blushes too, and her mind wanders off while her new boyfriend holds her ass in his clammy hands.

Lana feels her butt plug press against her backhole, and she moans inaudibly. 'Greggy might not be that innocent... gosh... I wonder if that is fine with Dens... hmm...'

'If we are boyfriend-girlfriend, I guess it's expected... hmm... I remember that Dens was okay for me to treat Greggy as I did at the start of the relationship with him... he was okay with kissing and maybe playing with the penis... he is so naughty. Oh, and he suggested holding hands. So, that should be fine in public. And if Greg is my boyfriend now, does that mean I am allowed to lick his peepee? Gee... that's a lot... but Dens was fine with it on the weekend, so it shouldn't be too different... although now he is my actual boyfriend... it's so strange to have one again...'

Her new boyfriend disrupts her fantasies, "Maybe I can even boink my girlfriend..."

"That is rude! You should say 'have sex with my girlfriend'," Lana replies, correcting his language.

Greg's eyes widen, and he breaks the hug. "That means we're banging soon?" He turns to his bully, "Didja hear that, dude?"

"No! That is not what I meant!" the naive teacher rectifies.

"Excuse me, lovebirds," Zack interrupts. "You'll have to leave the lovemaking for later," he jests.

Lana gasps and blushes. "No!" she cries.

The miscreant grins and continues, "It's my turn now, Miss C!"

"Sex?" she asks, bewildered.

"No," Zack chuckles, "Although that would be nice. My requests," he reminds her.

"Ah, right..." she exhales, relieved. 'They're probably joking about the intercourse... right?'

The big-headed teen lifts 4 fingers up, "I want four tiny things to forgive you."

"Four?" she blurts out, troubled.

"Yup! But don't worry, they're all small," the Archer boy assures her.

'Greg is one thing, but Zack doesn't deserve it. If it wasn't for his father being in the school board or me trying to help Greggy, this bully would get nothing from me,' she reflects, displeased. The teacher sighs, "Get on with it, then..."

"In a hurry?" the shit-head smirks.

"We all have class," she says indifferently.

"Che, you're no fun, Miss C," the student complains. "Very well... you need to apologize to us during lunch today and sit with us," he requests. "Treat us nice and pamper us a little."

"I cannot. I have a date," the teacher replies.

"Ooooo... lunch with hubby? Is he being a bad boy and skipping work?" Zack teases. Greg chuckles.

"No, someone else," she answers, not giving him much explanation.

Grinning, Zack makes a mental note to let his brother know. "Lunch tomorrow?" he asks.

"Fine," she says curtly.

"So, you'll apologize to all my buddies in front of everyone for talking smack about our dicks," the big-headed teen states.

"Yes, sure," she agrees without a second thought. "Wait, you do not want an apology?"

"Yup... but I'll get to it," the bully says with a mischievous grin.

Lana shrugs, "Suit yourself."

"Now for the second point... errr... uhhh..." Zack is clearly embarrassed about it. He glances at his fat classmate and turns crimson. "Well... I need... uh... help in school," he says shyly.

"Oh!" Greg exclaims unintentionally. The bully stares daggers at him.

The curvy fiancee is amused; she has not seen this side of Zack. She contains a giggle. "You require tutoring?"

"Uhh... yeah... it's not like I'm dumb or anything!" the bully explains. "Just... my parents... they don't... they want me to do better... and... yeah...." he stammers through an explanation.

Lana smiles at him. "It is okay. I will teach you," she says warmly, stretching out a hand to pat him on the head.

"I don't need your pity," the large-headed boy says, swatting her hand. Then he blushes. "Sorry, I do need your help, Miss C."

"I will be glad to help," the teacher says, pitying the boy. 'Must be difficult for him to ask for help... I can see Zack is not used to it,' she evaluates. Then she adds, "Zacky..."

The teen blushes and turns to his classmate, "Greg, want to join us?"

"Uhhh... sure..." the round boy agrees. He decides to throw a peace offering. "How about my place? Nobody is ever home. I'm always alone," the sad student explains.

"That's fire! I'm free on Friday late afternoon," Zack says. Greg nods in agreement.

'I think I'm available on Friday...' she ponders. "That works for me," the big-titted teacher replies.

The boys high-five and start making plans.

'It's nice seeing them being friends... I'm glad I seem to be helping them solve their disputes,' she smiles, proud of her work.

The boys exchange whispers. Zack nods. "Oh, Miss C, one extra thing... can we each ask something of you on Friday?" he asks, feigning innocence.

"Is this part of your four requests?" she asks, crossing her arms. It has the unintended side-effect of lifting and accentuating her enourmous melons.

Zack is slack-jawed, admiring his teacher. "Now it is," he replies, crassly scratching his balls.

"I guess.... like what?" she asks, suspicious of their intentions.

"I don't know, we will figure it out," the bully says, and his new fat friend nods.

"Umm, okay," Lana concurs. 'It can't be that bad... besides... Greggy is safe and obeys me, so it should be fine... I'm glad to be almost done with this...' she thinks, relieved.

"Are you boys done? Am I forgiven, and the bullying will stop?" Lana asks.

"Four things, Miss C. You're missing my apology. Come here," Zack smirks.

The wife-to-be sighs. "Fine, where do you want me?" she asks, not realizing the double-entendre.

Both boys chuckle.

"On your knees in front of me," Zack orders.

The buxom teacher obeys slightly reluctantly. "What are you planning?" she squints at him.

"You'll like it," he assures her, handing his phone to Greg, who nods.

"Just this once," the fat boy squeaks, pointing the phone toward them.

"Of course, bud," Zack grins. "Now, Miss C..."

The Archer boy lowers his pants, exposing his hard sausage to the brunette teacher. It's throbbing in all its 4.5-inch glory.

"Zack Archer!" Lana gasps. "What is this?"

"It's my dick, Miss C. I'm sure I don't have to teach you that," the boy says and steps forward, trying to poke her on the face.

Lana moves back, avoiding his weenie. "No... I mean... what the heck! I am your teacher; you cannot show this to me," she complains.

"Shhh... don't complain. Kiss it and apologize," the bully instructs.

The brunette is not having it. "What?! That is preposter-"

*Smack*

He hits her on the cheek with his rock-hard rod.

She flinches back, "Ow!".

"I did what you wanted, Greg and I are friends now..." he states.

She scowls, "That is not-"

Zack interrupts, "And I'll make sure to tell my dad and the Principal how great you did!"

"For goodness' sake..." the wife-to-be mutters. She knows he has her under his thumb. 'Do I have a choice here? Ugh... I don't see one... it's just a peck. Zack doesn't deserve it, but it's quick. And he will be true to his word... nobody will know,' she concludes. She whispers, "Just a quick kiss..."

"And say you're sorry for talking shit about my dick," the big-headed teen commands.

She sighs and leans forward, 'Sorry, Dens... this is for you...'

The future-wife kisses her student's small and stiff prick. The boy grunts.

"Sorry, Zack, for making fun of your peepee," she says.

"Not good enough, Miss C. Do it again and say it like you mean it," the bully bids.

Obediently, she smooches his member again. Longingly. 'Mmm... it has a unique taste and smell... it's like every peen has one... stop, Lana! This isn't for your enjoyment,' she chastises herself.

The busty teacher says huskily, "Zack, I apologize for badmouthing your big and hard penis. Forgive me," she whispers, her voice full of honey. He moans.

She sees his weenie twitch, pleased. 'Hmm... that wasn't so bad... his peepee is tiny... same size as Dens'... actually, is almost the same as Teddy... I wonder how it would feel in there... mmm...' her mind wanders.

Lana glances at Greg and sees a bump on his shorts. 'Oh, Greggy got hard too,' she thinks, her coochie clenching at the naughty situation. She does not realize the boy has Zack's phone aimed at her.

"Guh... much better, Miss C... fuck..." the boy says, his breath ragged.

"Are we done?" she asks, looking at him with her large, green eyes.

Zack's dick twitches at the image of his beautiful, busty teacher on his knees staring at him. "Uhh.. no, not yet... maybe put more enthusiasm on your kiss? Make it a bit wet," he requests.

"A bit wet..." she repeats, surprised. 'I'll show him...' she thinks mischievously.

Lana leans forward, and Zack braces for pleasure. The teacher instead playfully bites the head of his cock.

The bully groans in pain, "Ouch!"

The teacher gets up, giggling. "Do not abuse my patience! I am already going above and beyond here," she states, putting her hands on her hips.

Zack grumbles and nods, pulling his pants up and accepting the reward; for now.

Greg hurries to his side, returns his phone, and whispers something to his friend.

"Miss C, can we at least see your panties?" the Archer boy asks. "Pluh-eeease?"

"Pleeeease?" the fat teen joins in.

Lana can't help but smile and blush. 'It's cute how they are cooperating now... they deserve a reward...' she thinks, feeling a little naughty.

Without replying, the curvy educator lifts her red skirt, exposing her white lacy panties to the boys. "Oh, you boys are incorrigible," she comments, feigning impatience.

"Dude, you can basically see her pussy!" Zack exclaims, elbowing his classmates.

Greg nods wide-eyed. The fat boy can't resist and kneels in front of his teacher, only a few inches from her pussy. "Woahh!" he blurts.

"I wanna see it, too!" Zack complains, joining him on the floor.

Lana giggles, entertained by their childish behavior. 'It's wild how much power my body holds over them,' she thinks, amused.

"Can we see your cunt? Please?" the bully begs.

The teacher gasps. "Zacky! Do not say that word," she chastises him.

The bully nods. "Miss C, can we please see your vulva? I swear I'll never hit Big G again. He can even join our gang!"

"Really? Dude!" Greg spouts. He looks up at his teacher, "Please, Miss Lana. Help me! To be on the gang is all I ever wanted!" he implores.

"For real, I promise he'll join us," Zack swears.

The brunette sighs, "Just a peek..." she says shyly. 'I can't believe I'm doing this... but it's for Greggy... it will be good for him... I'm his teacher after all,' she tells herself. Her cooch is throbbing with anticipation.

The sexy wife-to-be pulls her lacy panties to the side, showing her forbidden place to the boys. Her snatch is pink with an arousing trimmed patch of brown pubic hair. Her small pussy lips are a little shiny, wet with arousal.

"Damn..." the fat student says, leaning closer to his teacher's sex.

"Fuck... it's amazing..." the big-headed teen says. His face joins his friend, a mere inches from her flower. "The smell is so hot," he adds, adjusting his stiffy.

Lana blushes, embarrassed at her wanton display.

Greg stretches his chubby arm, and his sausage finger touches his teacher's wet pussy. She moans. The boy slides his finger on her lips. She bucks her hips.

Zack grins and also runs his finger through her wet slit. Lana moans but awakes from her sexual trance.

She steps back, knowing it has gone too far. "Umm... this is enough.." she says weakly, covering herself.

Still on the floor, Greg whispers something to his friend, who nods.

"Miss Lana, can you bend over and spread your butt? I love your bum," the obese boy asks earnestly.

In the heat of the moment, Lana turns, bends over, and lifts her skirt, exposing her ample creamy ass to the eager teens.

'Gosh, why am I doing this? I didn't even question them... I'm showing my butt to my students... because they asked... mmm... it's kinda hot... showing myself... and they are safe... they've seen me before... and... darn... I like it...' she thinks, squeezing her legs together.

"Spread your ass," Zack demands.

The obedient and aroused teacher spreads her buttcheeks apart, giving the boys an indecent show.

'Gee... this is so dirty... so improper of me... but I it's so hot... mmm... I need to control myself... or else it will be bad...' she reflects, her pussy burning with desire.

"Miss C, are you wearing a butt plug?" Zack asks. They can see the flaring sides of the toy spilling out of her panties.

"Woah! That's awesome!" Greg says, quite not believing his eyes. He is rubbing his sausage absentmindedly.

"Yes..." she mewls, red-faced. Her hard nipples ache and itch under her blouse.

"Fuck, that's hot. And interesting..." the bully mutters, a future plan forming in his head.

Lana glances at the clock and realizes how late it is.

The teacher turns around and composes herself. "Sorry boys, we all have class soon," she informs them.

They both stand and nod, a lustful stare stamped on their young faces.

'Gosh... the bumps in their pants seem almost painful, Lana thinks, biting her bottom lip. Then she shakes her head, recouping her senses.

"I should go," she says.

"See you later today for our date?" Greg asks eagerly. The teacher nods.

"And don't worry, Miss C. I will let my dad know how eager to help and to please you were today," Zack winks at her.

Lana blushes, catching his dirty innuendo. With a goodbye wave, she leaves Bill's office.

Both boys have grins from ear to ear as their teacher exits.

~~~

Lana walks toward the staff room and chews things over.

'I'm glad they are working together... heck, I'm proud of it! But maybe this is not a good thing... they seem like trouble together... hmm... my mouth tastes like his peepee now... jeez, that's naughty...' she thinks, distracted. 'Well... I shouldn't worry too much... Greg will be alone for our date, but I need to be careful with them now that I am officially dating Greggy... gosh that is so weird to say...'

"Hi, bff!" Mary Hunter greets her. The 36-year-old blonde teacher is slightly tanned with a small nose, pouty lips, and fake C-cups.

The brunette beauty is so distracted that she has not noticed her best friend standing in front of the doors. "Oh, bestie! It is lovely to see you!" she says with a wide smile.

"You seem distracted. I want to know all about it later," Mary winks and Lana nods. "And, I saw your Winstoks! Scorching hot!"

Lana blushes, "Thanks..."

"I just wanted to give you this quickly, babe," the blonde Milf says, handing her a bag.

"Uhm?" Lana reacts, looking at some sort of remote and a phone mount.

"Now you can take videos hands-free!" Mary quickly explains.

"That is good, thank you," Lana replies awkwardly.

Mary leans forward and gives her a quick smooch on the lips. "Lovely. Talk to you later!" she says, leaving.

"S-see you!" Lana stammers, still stunned at the surprise kiss.

* Blip, blip! Blip, blip! *

Lana receives a message on her phone. She enters the staff room and sits down to reply.

"Oh, it is Dens!" she exclaims. Something impure crosses her mind, 'Gosh.. it's a little naughty chatting to my fiancee when I have the taste of another man's peepee in my mouth... mmm... wait! Wow... where did that come from, Lana? Jesus,' she shakes her head to clear her thoughts.

Message -- Dens <3

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* Dennis: Hi babe, why did you send me that video?

* Lana: *shock* I thought you would like it!

* Dennis: I do, don't get me wrong

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Then, she remembers his medical issues.

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* Lana: Oh gosh! I forgot your erection problems!

* Dennis: No! It's not that

* Dennis: And it's not erection problems, I just need to do an exam

* Lana: *smile* So what happened?

* Dennis: Why is it censored?

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Confused, Lana checks the video she sent. It is indeed the censored version.

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* Lana: Oops... must've sent it by mistake. I meant to send the one without the sunshine emoji.

* Dennis: Oohh, hot

* Dennis: Why did you censor it?

* Lana: I posted on Winstok! That's the one I shared with you by mistake.

* Dennis: Cool, lemme comment on it

* Lana: I'm glad you are liking it

* Dennis: Babe! You posted the uncensored one!!!! Your boobie is out!

* Lana: Oh no!

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Lana opens the app and goes to her latest video. To her horror, she indeed posted the uncensored version by mistake; half her breast is completely visible, including her large areola and pink nipple.

The big-titted fiancee is mortified. 'Ahhh... that's why the students were looking at their phones and at me this morning... gosh... they all saw my breast... that is embarrassing...'

Dennis comments on the video: "Your boobie is out babe!"

She replies, "Gosh, I will fix it!"

Lana updates the video with the censored version, where the sunshine emoji is hiding her titty.

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* Dennis: This is awful

* Lana: Sorry!

* Dennis: More ammunition for them

* Lana: What do you mean?

* Dennis: Don't worry about it

* Lana: Hun, it's okay. I fixed it!

* Dennis: Yes, I see the correct one now

* Lana: Hopefully it's gone...

* Dennis: Ugh! Babe, this is the internet

* Dennis: Once it's out there you can't stop it!

* Lana: Are you sure?

* Dennis: Look! Someone already reposted it! A boy called TTT_BJ

* Lana: Oh goodness... can we take it down?

* Dennis: It's impossible, that's how the internet is

* Lana: Sorry, hun

* Dennis: Is okay... just be more careful babe

* Lana: *teary-eyed face* I love you

* Dennis: Love ya too

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Dennis comments on the updated video, saying, "Thanks! Much better *heart*"

Potato Note: the goober still thinks nobody can see his comments *facepalm*

Ashamed, the curvy teacher grabs her teaching materials. She trudges toward her classroom, her mind a whirlwind of emotions.

'All the students with Winstok saw my boob... it's shameful... but also... arousing... It makes me feel all tingly...' she thinks, her cooch pulsating. 'I'm glad nobody banned my account... I wonder... if those are actually the rules... I could test one day...'

Then she thinks about all the things that happened that morning already.

'Ah gee... am I a bad fiancee? I promised to be better for Dens... but...'

'Uwe saw me naked... twice...'

'Bill humiliated me in front of the students...'

'I promised to go on a real date with Greg... as his girlfriend!'

'And I kissed Zack's small peepee and showed them both my coochie... '

'Goodness... well... none of it was my fault... some of them were accidents... or the Program... or for Dens... '

A voice in her head replies, 'You did what you had to do!'

'True,' she agrees. 'I just need to be careful... I shouldn't enjoy these things too much.. or I can fall into a trap...' she reflects. 'But if it's an accident, then maybe it's fine to enjoy it... like the uncensored video... gosh... what a thrill!'

'Winstok seems like a good outlet... then I don't need to interact with people as much... I can avoid them and explore my desires on this app... It seems like I can still push it a little... it's just some innocent fun to release these feelings I've been having...'

'I just need to know where to draw the line. I think I'm ready to put an end to certain things... like I decided this morning! And so far, nothing today was on purpose... they just... kinda... happened, so it's probably okay...'

'Maybe I shouldn't have agreed to be Greg's girlfriend... that is a bit too much... I will chat with Dens about it. If he is not fine, I'll have to go back on my word... nothing I can do... my relationship is more important...'

The busty teacher realizes she is standing in front of her classroom's door.

'Focus Lana, you have a class to teach!'

She turns the knob and enters Classroom 2-D.

~~~

Biology

Lana Cox opens the door, and all her students are sitting and chit-chatting. They quiet down when she enters.

"Morning, Miss Lana!" they all say in unison.

"Morning! Did y'all rehearse that?" the big-breasted educator asks, amused.

"Maybe a little," Chloe giggles. The class rep is a bubbly blonde with medium boobies. The volleyball team captain is usually very peppy but hides a crass and naughty side.

Andrew stands up. "All right, everyone. You can come up in an orderly fashion and greet Miss Cox properly," he claps his hands as he instructs his classmates. As you may have guessed, Andrew Winston-Phillips is the school's alpha male. The blonde captain of the wrestling team is tall and handsome, and Chloe's boyfriend. "Remember, hugs and kisses are allowed."

"Me first!" Chloe squeals and runs toward her curvy teacher. She hugs the brunette, mashing her titties together. Then she smooches Lana on the mouth, "Mmmm... delicious, Miss Lana," she says and squeezes the teacher's ample bottom.

The mood in the room instantly turns sexual, and every man in the room feels their privates stir.

Evie goes next. A usually shy girl with black hair and small tits, she has almost completely broken out of her shell recently. The pixie turns out to be a real pervert. She kisses her teacher and gives her a warm hug.

"Love your attire, Miss Lana," the minx says.

Wyatt follows his girlfriend's footsteps and gives his teacher a quick hug and a peck on the cheek. The dark-skinned boy has bleached hair and is a member of the TTT trio.

Lukas Hunter, Mary's son and leader of the trio, goes next. He is a pretty boy with brown hair and blue eyes. "I guess I have to do it, teach," he says with a little bit of disdain. However, Lana can feel some passion in his kiss, which is surprising. During the smooch, he turns his hip sideways toward the whiteboard and avoids a hug.

The next one is Jim, the red-haired shy nerd with a massive crush on his teacher. He is tall and thin, with curly, flaming ginger hair and a cute, freckled face. Unbeknownst to him, his teacher also has a tiny crush on him. Jim gives his teacher a loving hug and a gentle kiss on the cheek.

"Come on, Jimmy, you can do better," Lana whispers to her favorite student.

Blushing, the boy gives her a full-on mouth smooch. She smiles, proud of her pupil.

Andrew looks at his remaining classmate, BJ.

"Your turn, man," the wrestling team captain points out.

"You can go first, I wanna save the best for last," Benjamin replies. Everyone groans.

Shrugging, Drew quickly hugs his teacher and gives her a quick peck. He doesn't seem very enthusiastic.

Grinning, Benjamin, or BJ for short, approaches the curvy educator.

"Hi, Miss Lana," the southeast Asian boy says. He is tanned with black hair, and is the jokester TTT trio member. Of course, he is also madly in love with Lana and has been fighting some new and odd feelings recently. "Nice blouse, I can almost see your nipples. What a tease!" the boy says.

The teacher blushes.

"Gimme some sugar," he requests.

Obediently, the sexy wife-to-be hugs him.

"I loved your video! Shame you updated it," he whispers in her ear.

"My fiancee did not approve of it," she blushes.

BJ's hand sneaks up and squeezes her boobie. "If I was your fiancee, I would love showing you off," he says earnestly.

Lana moans quietly, enjoying his touch. "Mmm... he does... but in secret," she says almost inaudibly.

"Oh?" BJ cocks his head, shocked at the revelation.

The Asian boy feels himself harden, and he lurches his face forward, engaging the teacher in a passionate and lustful kiss. Caught off guard, Lana accepts his kiss.

Then, she realizes what is happening and moves away from the naughty teen.

"Damn, you taste delicious. How did you all enjoy our PDA?" BJ asks. His classmates boo him, and he laughs.

"Er... uh... so greetings over... we... ummm... should s-start the class," the teacher stammers, her body feeling tingly and her nipples aching.

Everyone returns to their seats, ready for class.

'Gee... I just hugged and kissed my students like it was the most normal thing in the world... I know it happens every day, but it's not like I'm ever going to get used to it...' Lana rubs her legs together, and her coochie twitches, excited for the class.

Lana takes a sip of water and composes herself.

"Class, the Biology Supplement was a success, but it will not be ready until Friday," she informs them.

"Booooo!" BJ jeers.

"Yes, BJ. That means we cannot do the Female Sex Organs section until then," she continues and hears a few upset noises. "However, that means we can skip ahead to the Sex Hormones section."

"That's about cum?" Evie asks, a deviant look on her face.

"No, no. Semen is only in the External Fluids chapter. We will cover that after the exam," the voluptuous teacher explains. "The chapter today is about arousal and erections..."

Chloe interrupts excitedly, "And condoms?"

"Y-yes, that too," the brunette educator replies, blushing.

"And... uh... the womanly aspects?" Jim asks shyly.

Lana giggles, 'So cute!' she thinks, and replies, "Well, there is a whole part about arousal in women, but since we have not discussed the vulva yet, we will leave that for later, or Friday."

Andrew puts his hand up, and the teacher points toward him, "Will there be a live demonstration of that?" he asks.

"No, no. We could do it, but the Bio Supplement shows... ummm... wetness too, so I thought it is better if we cover it with that material," the busty fiancee explains, a bit embarrassed. 'Gosh, I remember that my cooch got plenty wet during the shoot...' she reflects, red at the idea that her students will be looking at her arousal.

"What about you, Miss Lana?" BJ suggests.

The teacher is momentarily confused, "What do you mean?"

The southeast Asian boy grins. "Can you show us your wetness?" he asks bluntly.

She gasps. "BJ! I am not going to show you all my vulva!" she replies, her heart racing and her face red.

"Bummer!" Benjamin complains, throwing his hands up. Everyone laughs.

'Oh, gosh... if they only knew my coochie is the one on the supplement... I will actually be showing all of them my arousal state... gee... it's embarrassing... but maybe a little naughty... kinda hot...' the big-titted fiancee muses.

Evie raises her hand and asks, "So what do we do this afternoon?"

"We will cover more details about hormones like Testosterone, Estrogen, and Progesterone," the teacher explains. "Maybe we can talk a little about the female parts and then study for the exam, which is next Wednesday!" she reminds everyone.

They all nod seriously.

Lana spends the next portion of class covering the scientific aspects of Sexual Hormones, including how they manifest in young adults and how to spot the signs. After almost two hours, the students are raring for something more interesting.

The Winston-Phillips heir puts his hand up. "So, Miss Cox, can you begin the condom demonstration?"

Lana's mouth falls agape. "A d-demonstration?!" she repeats, dumbfounded.

"You promised us last time," the cute, raven-haired student reminds her.

"How about it in the afternoon?" the teacher suggests nervously.

"No! Now, please," Chloe insists.

Evie chimes in, "We have enough time before lunch."

Lana sighs, knowing she had promised and it made the most sense for the curriculum.

"Okay, we can cover that now, then," the brunette educator agrees.

"It is imperative that the girls know this, Miss Cox. So, show us," Andrew says.

The teacher is reluctant. "I cannot show it... I do not have materials and..." she stammers.

"Agree, teach. I don't think we need to know," Lukas says, siding with his teacher.

"Yeah, who cares about condoms!" the Asian boy chimes in.

"They suck anyway!" Wyatt agrees.

"They are important," Lana says, perplexed by their reactions.

The TTT trio boos her.

The dark-skinned teen stands up, "We're not animals!"

"Boys, quiet!" Lana says, scowling. 'They are incorrigible... maybe Jimmy can help...' she thinks, putting her hands on her waist. "Jim, would you wear a condom?"

"I... rather not..." the ginger boy replies sincerely.

"Shame on you. Shame on all four of you!" the busty teacher lectures them. "You boys need to use it..."

"It's for girls!" BJ whines.

"Benjamin, you are wrong. Dead wrong. It is for your own protection," the brunette tries to explain.

"It feels like shit," Wyatt complains.

The teacher is in shock, 'I need to convince them...' she thinks worriedly. "Wyatt, do you want to be a father?" Lana asks, upset.

"Huh? No!" the dark-skinned teen replies.

"But for that, girls can take the pill, teach!" Lukas interjects.

Lana huffs. "Lukas, do you want your penis to burn and hurt after peeing?"

"Argh... of course not," the Hunter boy answers, visibly disturbed.

"And Benjamin, do you want to get painful sores and blisters on your crotch?"

The Asian boy is grossed out. "What?! Eww... Hey, why do I get the sores?!"

The class laughs at him.

But Lana is not done yet. "Jim, would you want to become infertile and have a stinky peen?"

The ginger boy is also displeased. "Uh... no? No!"

"See, Miss Lana! The boys are stupid," the blonde class rep begs. "We need to see it!"

'Goodness... Chloe is right... this is so important for them. They'll get in trouble if they don't wear it... and their girlfriends too... it is a decision that will haunt them for life. I need to make sure they are safe. It is my duty as their teacher...' she considers.

"It's true," Evie chimes in. "I managed to convince Wyatt here for my first time, but it was tough... maybe next time I won't be able to..." she retells.

'I have to show them how to use a condom... for the girls,' the wife-to-be decides.

"All right. You girls need to be safe, so let us cover it," the stacked teacher agrees.

Evie and Chloe cheer.

Lana puts her hands on her wide hips and shuffles. "Boys, you have to promise me you will wear condoms? It is imperative to avoid unwanted pregnancy and STIs," she lectures them.

The boys nod unhappily.

"Hmm... I do not have a banana. Chloe, I know you always bring one. Can I have it?" the teacher asks.

Chloe pulls a banana out of her bag and strokes it suggestively. "Sorry, Miss Lana, it's my lunch," she giggles.

"You can use the real thing," the small-titted pixie suggests.

"A dick!" Lukas shouts.

"Goodness! No, I cannot do that," the voluptuous educator says, blushing.

Andrew clears his throat. "Caham! Miss Cox," he starts with an authoritarian tone. "You showed us with one before. And it was great. So, there is no need for modesty this time."

"But, umm..." she replies, feeling anxious and uneasy. Her flat tummy is fluttering.

"It is very reasonable. The Program incentivizes it," the wrestling team captain reminds her.

"And besides, we won't tell," the cheery blonde joins in.

Andrew stands, "I should call my uncle. Maybe he has a banana to lend you," he suggests.

'Oh gee... Bill won't like that I didn't accept it... he will probably end up telling the board about it, and I will receive negative marks or something... no... I can figure this out...' she reasons.

"No need, Drew. Thanks," Lana stammers. "Ummm... okay... any volunteers?"

BJ jumps up. "Me, me! Use my dick!"

The southeast Asian boy rushes to the whiteboard and pulls his pants and underwear down in one fell swoop. His classmates laugh at his antics.

"Gasp!" Lana gasps, ogling his half-hard prick. Her nipples twitch and harden at the sight.

Veering her eyes away, the teacher grabs a few condoms provided to her by the school.

"You can put it on," she coyly hands it to BJ, who looks quizzically at her.

"Come on, Miss Cox," Andrew interjects. "Do not play daft with us; you agreed to demonstrate it yourself."

"Please! We need this!" Chloe begs.

Gulping, she nods sheepishly. That was her whole plan, now thwarted. Not knowing what to do, she kneels in front of Benjamin, getting to eye level with his hardening specimen.

Lana's skirt rides up with the kneeling, giving all her students a fantastic view of the bottom of her juicy ass, as well as most of her thick, creamy thighs.

The heavy-breasted future-wife can't help but stare at her student's rod. 'Mmm... BJ's willy is quite nice...' she bites her bottom lip absentmindedly. She watches in real-time as he grows to full mast. 'Oh, my! He got erect from me simply staring at it!' she thinks, something turning on inside her. 'Mmmm... his peen is always impressive... not the biggest... but young and virile... mmm... I think it's 7 inches if I recall... wow... it looks almost like double of Dens' peepee....' she fantasizes. It was not. Dennis has a healthy 4.5'' penis, but Lana's mind is starting to slowly pervert her to the point where, in her fantasies, her fiancee's penis is smaller than usual.

"Miss Lana?" BJ calls to her. She is almost in a trance, staring at his cock. "Miss Lana!?" he shouts.

The teacher looks up, flabbergasted. "Huh?" she blurts out.

The students in the class snicker at her.

"Miss Cox, if you are done staring at Benjamin's penis, can you start the demonstration?" the Winston-Phillips teen asks impatiently.

Lana blushes, "Sorry," she mutters sheepishly. The buxom teacher inhales and looks away, taking a second to get it together.

"All right, everyone. Please, pay attention to me now," the brunette says, embarrassed.

'Gosh... I've never done this before... just with fruits... hopefully, it's not too different. What if I make a fool of myself? No, no... come on Lana, you got this... do it just like you practiced,' she peps herself.

Benjamin has no idea how lucky he is to be the first man to ever get "rubbered" by the busty and beautiful teacher.

Lana picks a condom and opens the wrapping. She looks at her rock-hard student.

"Uhmm... BJ... sorry, I have to hold it," she says, her voice husky with anticipation. "Sorry, my hands are cold," she adds.

"All good, Miss Lana," the Asian boy smirks.

Everyone holds their breath, not daring to interrupt the sensual scene before them.

The curvy teacher moves her hand but falters. She stops just an inch from contact. 'Sorry, Dens, I'm about to hold another man's penis... this is for their education... as their teacher... it's my job,' she justifies in her head, something that has almost become a ritual at this point.

Her soft, delicate left hand with nude-colored nails wraps around her student's sizable dick.

Benjamin shudders, both by the coldness of her hand and the pleasurable sensation.

'Mmmm... Why do I need to justify myself every time I am about to do something naughty?' she thinks, intrigued. Then she shakes her head, remembering she is in the middle of something.

Lana turns toward her class. "Everyone, so to put a condom on an erect penis is quite simple. First, you need to make sure the penis is hard. As you all can see, BJ is ready," she states.

And the boy thrusts his hip forward proudly. It hits Lana on her cheek, and everyone laughs.

"Uhh... anyway, then, you pinch the condom's tip to leave space for the ejaculation and place it against the tip, right where the entrance of the urethra is," she explains.

With her right hand, she holds the prophylactic and places it against BJ's throbbing cockhead.

"Make sure you are leaving enough space on the tip. Not too much. But also not too little," the bubble butt teacher elaborates.

"Why is that?" Evie asks, curious.

"Good question!" Lana enthusiastically replies, distractedly shaking BJ's dick. The boy groans. "If there is no space, the condom might break, leak, or get dislodged. You do not want an accident in your hands," the teacher answers.

"Maybe I do," Chloe purrs seductively at Drew, who blushes.

"Well, as much as we all appreciate fresh semen, an accident is not good. Can mean an STI or undesired pregnancy," the shapely teacher says earnestly. Then she realizes what she just said and turns crimson. "Er... I meant... I... not that I..."

The petite raven-haired girl comes to her rescue, "And what do we do next, Miss Lana?"

'Gosh... what was I even saying... how embarrassing... phew... thanks Evie!' the busty fiancee thanks her pupil with a look.

"Right... uhmm... next, using your other hand, you roll down the condom along the phallus, making sure to still hold it firmly in place," Lana educates them. She slides her left hand up BJ's dick and uses it to unravel the condom along his shaft, all the way to the base.

Lana stares at her student's sausage. 'Mmm... it's so nice... shame this is it. I wish I could touch it more... no, no... control yourself... what is the matter with you? Every time you see a big penis, you want to play with it... Dear God... I'm losing it...' she reprimands herself.

"And that, class, is how you put a contraceptive on a penis!" she announces, releasing his hard dick.

"Uhhhh... does it have to be hard?" the Asian boy asks, trying to prolong the experience as much as possible.

"Of course, you idiot!" Lukas replies.

Lana giggles and looks up at him, "Yes, Benjamin, the man has to be erect for it to work."

"Miss Lana, can we also try it?" Evie asks deviantly.

"Me too! I want to try it!" Chloe says enthusiastically.

"Hmm... only if BJ is up for it," the teacher says agreeably.

"Oh, I'm up alright!" the tanned joker says, making an innuendo. He then shakes his hips to make his cock bob, and it smacks his teacher on the cheek and forehead.

"Eeeppp! BJ!" Lana squeals. "Careful with that thing!"

The Asian teen grins and shrugs, "My bad, it has a mind of its own!"

Evie cuts them off, "No, Miss Lana. I want to try on Wyatt!"

"And I want to test on Drew!" says Chloe. "Maybe we can all try in front of you, and you can give us some pointers since you're experienced," she proposes.

'Oh jeez... they have no idea I had never done this before... oh well... I'm their teacher, so it's my job to know these things and to educate them on them. I guess there is no harm in letting the girls try,' she evaluates.

"I guess that makes sense. It is a lesson," the big-titted teacher consents.

Evie drags Wyatt to the front. Chloe also gets to the front and asks Andrew to join her. The boy seems hesitant.

"Come on, Drew," the blonde asks her boyfriend.

Drew seems nervous, "Uh... I rather not, Chlo..."

Chloe turns to her teacher, "Miss Lana, do you have small condoms?" Andrew winces.

"I do, a few different sizes," the brunette replies earnestly. 'Oh, right... Drew has a small peepee...' she thinks, amused. 'Poor Chloe...'

"I want a magnum!" BJ shouts, pushing his crotch against Lana.

"Eeepp!" she yelps, putting her hand in front of her face to avoid getting hit by his swinging dick.

"That won't fit, you doofus!" Lukas says, and his friend makes a hurt face at him, hurt.

Blushing, Andrew interrupts, "Ehm... anyway... I do not want to participate."

"But, babe! I want to learn!" Chloe complains.

"We can try it out at some point," the blonde teen replies dismissively. "In private."

"This is the best time!" the bubbly class rep argues. "We have someone experienced to judge us," she gestures to her shapely teacher.

'Experienced?!' Lana thinks, astonished. She starts to reply, "Not re-"

"There's nothing to be ashamed of, Drew!" the cheery blonde interrupts. "Just because you're small!"

"I am not ashamed," the Winston-Phillips boy mutters, clearly ashamed.

"We have a professional here!" Chloe emphasizes, pointing to Lana.

The teacher gasps and turns red. 'Gosh... sounds like I am a prostitute... just putting condoms on a bunch of strangers' penises... wow...' she thinks, the idea sounding somewhat appealing. Her cooch twitches.

The brunette mumbles a reply, "I am not experienced..."

"Oh, come on, Miss Lana. We've never seen someone handle so many penises!" Evie says with a mischievous grin.

Lana turns beet red, and for a second, her instinct is to grab BJ's rock-hard wiener in front of her.

"Well, Drew, if you're not doing it, I'll do it anyway!" the blonde class rep says.

The boy crosses his arms, "Good luck! With whom?"

Chloe shrugs, "Anyone will do."

Drew scoffs. "Pfff, right," he rolls his eyes.

"I'm serious, either you come here now..." the blonde says defiantly, putting her hand on her hips.

"Or what?" the alpha boy questions cockily.

"Or I'm doing it on..." Chloe says, looking around. "Lukas!" she announces. Andrew groans.

"I don't want you to touch me!" Lukas protests, but he stands from his seat.

The crass blonde gives him the middle finger. And the pretty boy returns it.

Chloe looks at her man, "So, what's gonna be?" she teases him.

Andrew is torn, as you can see on his face. A huge debate is going on inside him.

"Ugh... I... cannot," the Winston-Phillips teen mutters, defeated.

The naughty blonde huffs. "Suit yourself, Drew. Your loss," she slowly says, sounding angry and disappointed.

Andrew grumbles something; he almost seems like he is in pain.

"Come over here, pencil dick," Chloe says, making a come-hither gesture to her classmate.

Lukas laughs, "Hah! You just want to see my cock," he points out, walking to the front of the class.

Chloe rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. "You wish, limp prick. This is just practice!" she explains.

"Right... ugly cow," Lukas utters at her. They are side by side now.

The blonde class-rep steps up to him, "Shut up, baby dick," she says in a husky tone.

The Hunter boy grins, "Not as small as your boy toy..."

"Zip up, Lukas. Have some respect," Andrew says grumpily.

"My bad!" the TTT leader says. He grabs his crotch, "I guess your girl is hungry for some real dick!"

"I'm not!" Chloe argues, then she puts her hand on top of his, against his bulge. "This is just to learn," she justifies. Drew groans, upset.

"To learn how to handle a big one!" Lukas jests and high-fives Wyatt.

"Gah! I already regret this... you're insufferable," the cheery blonde says, rolling her eyes. Instead of removing her hand from his package, she grips it enthusiastically.

Lukas smirks, "Right back at you, whore," grabbing her left tit.

Chloe moans softly, "Fuck you and your big cock," she says lustfully.

Andrew tisks, and his expression turns somber.

"Teach, it's only reasonable everyone gets to experience it, right?" the Hunter pretty-boy asks.

"That seems fair, Lukas," Lana replies, unreasonably horny due to the hormone-filled scene before her.

Lukas grins. "So, can you demonstrate it on Jimmy, too? He can't be left out," he says.

"We are all trying on our men," Evie points out.

'Oh... Jimmy... is my Jim my man? Gee... maybe if I was back in school... maybe... hehe,' she ponders, quite liking the idea. 'Wait... but Greggy is my boyfriend now... hmm... well... I guess this is just for class and the Program. Otherwise would be unfair to Jimmy...' she considers.

"Is that OK with you, Miss Lana?" the ginger nerd asks, already beside his teacher.

Lana sighs, "I guess it is only fair..."

"Dude, nice!" BJ says, high-fiving his classmate.

With a dumb grin, Jim lowers his pants, exposing his already-hard dick to his teacher.

"Oh, goodness..." Lana mutters, staring at his nice specimen. 'It's a bit bigger than BJ's... if only Dens' peepee was this nice... mmm... a delicious 7.5-inches... that seems like a proper size...' she thinks, lost in thought against her student's large penis.

Jim's dick bounces and throbs as his teacher stares at it. She feels her cooch gush.

Evie interrupts, "Miss Lana, can we have the condoms?"

"Uh.. yeah! Yes! Sure," the brunette fiance replies, flustered and flushed. She grabs a few condoms and hands them to Evie and Chloe. Then she returns to her place. "Practice as much as you want; I have plenty," she says. "Call me when you need me to review your... uh... work..." she says awkwardly.

The big-breasted wife-to-be quickly shows Jim how to put on a condom.

"That seems easy," the ginger student says.

Lana nods. "Yes, and it gets easier with practice. Make sure to always wear with the girls you like?"

Jim smiles and asks innocently, "Like with you?"

"Yes, with me-I mean... uhh... if I was to have intercourse, I would need a condom," she quickly corrects herself.

Both blush, staring shyly and awkwardly at each other.

Benjamin interrupts, "Can I come, Miss Lana?"

She sees the southeast Asian boy caressing his sausage. "Gee... no! Ejaculation is a future chapter, like I said earlier," she explains, unable to break eye contact with his penis.

"But we need to see a condom in action!" the tanned Asian boy complains. "Right, Jimmy?"

The ginger boy nods, and the teacher shakes her head.

"Ugh... no..." Lana says weakly.

"Miss Lana, can you check me out?" Evie asks.

Lana goes to Evie and Wyatt to observe them. 'Mmm... Evie seems quite skilled... and Wyatt's wiener is nice too... so dark... the same size as BJ's but thicker... mmm...'

The raven-haired girl asks, "So? Can I handle putting a condom on this big boy?" she asks, stroking her boyfriend's penis with enthusiasm.

"Oh... yess... mmm... you can..." the voluptuous teacher mutters, enthralled by her deviant student's actions.

Wyatt grunts with pleasure. "Miss Lana, can we have a couple more condoms? I think Evie needs a bit more practice," he says with a grin.

"Oh, you!" the small-titted petite girl slaps him playfully.

The teacher grabs some more condoms and hands it to them

"Miss Lana! My turn!" Chloe exclaims, calling her mentor over.

Lana makes her way there and finds the blonde kneeling before Lukas. She is topless and is squeezing her beautiful C-cups for her classmates.

"He needed to get hard," Chloe justifies, pinching her dark red nipple.

Andrew groans, upset. "You did not need to..."

Lukas intervenes, "It got the job done! It was that or touching my dick," he says. Andrew sighs.

'Mmm... Lukas has the biggest one in class... even bigger than Jim's... he must take after his father; that thing is impressive... Chloe is lucky...' she thinks involuntarily.

Chloe looks at her boyfriend. "Drew, 'imma touch Lukas' big dick... pay attention now, you'll have to practice on your own later..."

The Winston-Phillips groans, "Why do you have to put it like that?"

"Shush, now. Miss Lana, join me, please," the blonde class-rep asks.

Obediently, the teacher kneels next to her, her eyes glued to Lukas's 8-inch prick.

As soon as Chloe touches her classmate's penis, her boyfriend whimpers. She stares daggers at him. "Drew, you didn't want to do this. Now you watch. Quietly," she barks.

Before even opening the condom, the naughty blonde squeezes and strokes the Hunter boy. Thoroughly analyzing his lollipop.

"Mmm... not bad, for a pencil dick," the captain of the volleyball team provokes.

"You love it. You just want to blow me. I know it," the blue-eyed boy says with a cocky grin.

Chloe scoffs, "Hah! Just because you have a big, delicious dick doesn't mean I'm gonna wrap my pretty lips around it," she says, licking her plump lips.

Lukas's penis twitches. "You should, slut," he says, trying to ruffle her.

"You wish, bitch," the blonde says with a sultry and devious smirk.

Chloe continues to play and fondle Lukas' prick for a few more seconds.

Lana is silent, totally mesmerized by the indecent and sexual scene.

"The condom?" Andrew whines; he seems to be in a mixture of pain and nausea. There is also something else deep in there, a passionate fire.

The teacher has never seen him so subjugated. 'Gosh... Chloe is a powerhouse... she takes what she wants... it's so hot,' Lana thinks, the scene arousing her tremendously.

Chloe makes a frustrated noise. "Fine..." she mutters, picking up the condom and opening it.

The blonde doesn't waste much time and quickly copies the teacher's movements. "Did I do okay?" she asks her teacher. "Come closer to inspect..."

Submissively, Lana leans closer to her student's condom-clad penis. "Hmm... seems go-"

Lukas surprises his big-boobed teacher by thrusting his hip and poking her in the mouth with his dick. "Hah! Gotchu, teach!" the prankster boy laughs.

Lana recoils back, shocked. She chuckles to indicate she isn't upset.

"Uhhh... yes..." she mumbles, aroused by what had happened. 'It was an accident, so can't be helped,' she tells herself.

"That was hot, Miss Lana," Chloe whispers in her ear.

"Uhmm... here are some more condoms. I will leave you three to it," the busty fiancee says, sensing it's time to return to the others.

Andrew scowls and grumbles something unintelligible.

Lana walks back to BJ and Jim. She feels a dribble of pussy juice run down her thigh, and she squeezes her legs, stimulating her sex. 'Mmm... maybe I can demonstrate on Jimmy a bit more...' she evaluates hornily.

She returns and kneels between her two students. "Let me show you again, Jimmy..." she purrs.

The teacher opens a new condom and demonstrates it once again on her future pupil's prick.

BJ slowly strokes his dick while the demo is happening.

"Why are you doing this, BJ?" the busty wife-to-be asks curiously. Her eyes dart between the two virile cocks.

"It's hot," the Asian boy says simply. "Seeing my beautiful innocent teacher handing a dick like a total slut... fuck..." he adds.

"Language!" she corrects him, blushing. 'Gosh... BJ called me a slut...' she thinks, her cooch clamping and her nipples already hard as diamonds.

"I thought you said you loved her, man?" Jim questions, confused.

Benjamin nods, "I love her and love seeing her being a slut!"

"Even if it is with another guy?" the innocent teacher asks, making a connection between him and her fiancee.

"Yeah... like... it's complicated... like... I hate it. It drives me crazy with jealousy... but... I also love it. It makes me harder and hornier than anything else... it's a wild feeling..." the tanned teen explains.

'Is that what Dens is like? He said something similar this morning... he wants me to be a slut... at the restaurant.. hmm... that explains a lot. Well... not exactly the same... Dens is better than BJ... yes, he is a horndog and likes the same things, but he is not crass or disrespectful... he can contain himself... although... sometimes I wish he didn't,' the buxom future-wife considers.

The ginger student seems to ponder for a moment. He shrugs, "I don't think I understand it, but to each their own," he shrugs. BJ nods happily.

The teacher hears Andrew complain about something, and when she glances at Chloe, she is putting a fresh condom on Lukas's bare rock-hard dick.

Lana is unsure what to do next. 'I already put the condom on Jim, twice,' she ponders while holding his dick in her hands.

The southeast Asian student answers it for her. "I'm almost coming..." he grunts. Before the curvy teacher can say anything, he starts rubbing his prophylactic-clad prick on her neck and face. "Fuck, you're the hottest woman in the world..." he mutters.

The chesty fiancee blushes and moans, unable to stop the arousing situation. "Mmmm... Oh, BJ... you are so naughty..." she moans, still gripping Jim's sausage.

The tanned boy grunts, furiously jerking his meat against her cheek. "I want to impregnate you..." he says under his breath.

Flashes of Benjamin animalistically fucking her go through her head. "That is crazy, BJ..." she says sheepishly, but her coochie is convulsing uncontrollably. 'That is so dirty... get me pregnant... Jesus...' she thinks. Lana surreptitiously rubs her index finger on her soaking wet panties. 'Wow... I'm drenched...'

"Guh... almost... Miss Lana... please put your tongue out... just once..." the Asian teen urges.

Lana is so aroused that she obeys without thinking. BJ hits her tongue with the head of his dick.

'Mmm... it tastes like latex... gosh... this is so lewd...' she thinks, lustily pressing her finger against her virginal opening while squeezing Jim's dick with her other hand.

Then Benjamin presses his cockhead against her cheek and lets out a guttural moan. Lana feels the hot semen against her face. Spurt after spurt filling the condom.

The horny teacher is on fire. 'Mmmmmmm... so hot...' she moans in her head.

"Thanks, Miss Lana... this was awesome..." BJ says, spent. He quickly leaves for the bathroom.

Lana hears another loud grunt and looks at her other students. She sees Wyatt coming in his condom as Evie licks his sheathed shaft.

'Oh gosh... this class is out of control... that's so erotic...' the busty educator thinks, absentmindedly starting to play with Jim's prick.

The couple also leaves for the toilets, and that's when she glances at Chloe. The cheery girl is still kneeling in front of Lukas, but this time, she is fully stroking his condom-clad rod.

"This is what I meant, Drew..." the blonde class rep says provocatively.

Then she licks Lukas's cockhead erotically and shoves it in her mouth.

Lana, Andrew, and Jim gasp at the same time. Lukas moans and gives Andrew a shit-eating grin.

"That is cheating!" Andrew pants.

Chloe bobs on his dick a couple of times before plopping it out of her mouth.

"It doesn't count, babe. If he wears a condom, it's not cheating!" the blonde says nonchalantly.

"What?!" the rich boy exclaims, confused. "Of course it is..."

The peppy girl shakes her head. "Not really, there is no direct contact," she says, pinching the condom.

Andrew scowls. "Well... that is technically true..."

"See! Not cheating," Chloe grins and goes back to sucking Lukas's dick.

"Guhhhh..." the Hunter boy moans, lost in pleasure. "That's good, bitch..."

The blonde mewls happily on her classmate's sausage.

'Oh... Goodness... Chloe is so naughty and crass... and really? Condoms are not cheating? I guess that makes sense... the contact is not direct, so I guess it doesn't count... they all seem to think so... mmm... interesting...' Lana evaluates.

"Okay, that is enough..." Andrew whimpers after a minute.

Chloe pulls the cock out of her mouth. "I'm just practicing for you, babe," she purrs and then resumes blowing Lukas before her boyfriend can answer.

"That... ugh..." the Winston-Phillips boy grumbles, upset. He clearly can't control his girlfriend.

The busty wife-to-be nods. 'That's right... practice is important... we both are practicing for our loved ones... for our relationships,' she justifies to herself. 'Oh... maybe I should... mmm,' she thinks, glancing at Jim, who looks awestruck at the debauchery before him.

"Jimmy... do you need it too?" the teacher asks shyly.

Jim blushes and shakes his head. "I'm okay, Miss Lana. I don't want to impose," he replies respectfully. He is hoping that she takes the initiative anyway.

"Ah... okay..." the buxom brunette murmurs, disappointed. "Pity..." she mutters.

Lana gets enthralled by Chloe's blowjob and absentmindedly (and hornily) starts stroking Jim's hard dick.

The teacher is extremely curious about what they discussed regarding the condom. She can't contain herself.

"Does it really not count?" Lana asks out of the blue. "As cheating..."

"No, teach," Lukas explains with a grin. "Uhh... fuck... this is for class and stuff... and her boyfriend is watching, so... uhhh.... it's not really anything bad."

"Well..." Andrew says, but Lana interrupts.

"And as long as there is no contact?" the busty fiancee questions.

Chloe gives her a muffled affirmation.

Lukas nods. "In this circumstance, it wouldn't be cheating. But... uhhh... even if it was somehow... the condom would prevent it. So in this case... uhh... there's double prevention," he says.

"Makes sense, I guess... thanks," the teacher says sheepishly. 'Oh gee... I had no idea... teens these days have all sorts of rules and stuff. But I guess it's for the best; that way, everyone can be on the same page... so as long as Dens is present or there is a condom, it can't be considered cheating... interesting...' she processes, making a mental note.

Lana finally realizes what she is doing to Jim. "Oh, sorry... I did not mean to..." she stammers.

"It's okay..." the ginger student says, enjoying what is happening.

Lukas interrupts them. "Your slutty bitch is such a good cocksucker," he says to Andrew.

The boy's girlfriend is still on her knees, bobbing on her classmate's long dick.

"Shut up, Lukas," the wrestling team captain says, grimacing and crossing his arms.

Chloe tries to go further down Lukas' cock, but gags. A couple of tears run down her cheek as she tries again.

'Oh gosh... that is so hot...' the voluptuous teacher thinks as she continues to distractedly jerk off her favorite student.

"Your girl is such a good whore," the Hunter boy says to his handsome classmate.

Andrew balls his fist. "Stop calling her names. I'm warning you," he threatens.

Lukas puts his hand up and smirks.

Jim grunts, "Miss Lana... I can't... take it... it's coming... uhhhggg..." he groans as he fills the condom with his young hot semen.

"Oh, my... I am sorry... gee... wow..." Lana stammers, now captivated by her ejaculating student. She feels his cum seep onto her hand. "Gee... we made a sticky mess," she says, amused.

"I'm sorry... it felt too good..." the ginger boy says, breathlessly.

"It is okay, do not worry," she smiles at him affectionately.

Jim excuses himself and goes to the bathroom to clean up.

As Chloe continues to give head to Lukas, Lana glances around. Nobody is paying attention to her. 'Just a little try...' she thinks, licking a bit of fresh sperm from her hand, 'Mmmm... Jimmy tastes good... delish...' she mewls, before licking her hand clean.

Lukas's intense moan grabs her attention.

"Fuck... I'm coming... take all my cum, you slut!" the blue-eyed boy grunts as he pulls Chloe's head.

The blonde makes gagging and gasping noises, but she has a cheeky and horny glint in her eyes.

"Darn. I said to not call her these things!" Andrew yells, pissed off. He rushes toward Lukas and stands in front of him menacingly. "You take it back, Hunter," he orders, grabbing Lukas' shirt collar.

Chloe moves back, releasing her classmate's dick. "Babe, no!"

"Apologize, or you will regret it," Drew growls, making a fist toward his classmate.

Lukas shrugs and grins, "She wanted it!"

Lana gasps and winces, waiting for the worst.

Andrew thinks momentarily and releases Lukas, "Not worth it," he roars, leaving the room.

Chloe runs after him, "Drew, wait... I'm sorry!"

Lana is stunned. 'Wow... what just happened... gee... and Lukas kept his cool... that was kinda hot how confident he was... he didn't even wince or anything... Dens is never like that... wow...' she thinks, aroused. She feels pussy juices dribble down her leg. 'Sorry Mary... you son is making me super horny... jeez... I shouldn't think like that... it's probably just because of everything that happened before...' she justifies.

"Teach?" Lukas interrupts her.

"Uhmm... yes?" she asks, still kneeling in her previous spot.

"It's just us now," the pretty boy states.

The busty teacher nods, "I can see that..."

"Can you help me then?" he asks, grinning.

"What do you need?" she asks innocently.

He points at his shriveling dick and at the condom full of his cum.

Lana moves toward him and then looks up, "So?"

It is almost like the teacher hopes that her student asks something dirty of her.

Lukas grins, "Can you help me remove it?"

The aroused future-wife feels a horny pang on her cooch and nipples. "What? Do it yourself..." she says weakly.

"Come one... it's part of class... I should learn how to remove one," the cheeky teen says.

Her cooch clenches, liking the excuse. "I guess it makes sense..." she says, secretly looking forward to it.

Lana bites her bottom lips as she gingerly removes his soiled condom. She is careful not to spill semen on the floor.

"There you go..." she says, her chest heaving. She holds the heavy contraceptive to show him, not breaking eye contact with his shrinking sausage.

"Thanks," Lukas says and grabs his dirty wiener and rubs it on her lips. She gasps. "Just cleaning up a little," he says, laughing mischievously.

Lukas pulls his pants up and leaves the classroom.

Lana stands, still holding the cum-filled condom. 'Gee... that was so naughty of him... but Lukas loves pranks, so can't be helped...' she thinks.

The teacher lifts the soiled prophylactic to her nose and sniffs it. 'Wow... so intoxicating, but so familiar... I could really get addicted to this...' she reflects. Then, unable to resist, she licks a bit of cum on it. 'Mmmm... not as good as Jimmy's or Dens'... but still not bad...'

Her mind starts whirling with horniness and the possibilities when she is interrupted by a notification on her phone. It's a reminder of her lunch date.

"Oh! I have a date with Uwe! I need to get ready. I better not be late," she thinks, hurriedly grabbing her stuff.

~~~

Lana makes a pit stop at the bathroom to dispose of the condom and wash her hands.

'Hmm... Uwe keeps saying things about me and says he is not attracted to me... I need to show him up on our date... and blow him away. How?'

'What if I put on some extra sexy makeup? Yes... that might work!'

The busty teacher applies more makeup, smoking her eyes and emphasizing her lips more. It seems like she is ready for a hot night out in the club, not just a simple lunch.

'Hmm... not enough... Oh!'

She opens a couple extra buttons of her white v-neck blouse, making the previously exposed cleavage even more generous. It's almost indecent now.

The sexy wife-to-be stares at herself in the mirror. 'Much better... Uwe won't know what hit him!' she thinks, proud of her body.

As she walks toward the school exit, her nipples are painful under her top.

'Dr. Hardik told me that they need stimulation... that I need to orgasm... gosh... I can't keep going like this... I need to talk to him tomorrow,' she recalls.

'And what a crazy morning... Class was fun... although a little naughty... things got a bit out of control, but it's fine... it's for the students and their education, right?' she ponders.

'And gee... now I am Greg's official girlfriend... I know the boys said it's normal, but I don't know... this is not Europe... but I guess I have two boyfriends now... I will only marry one, but... wow.... There are so many implications. What if Greg wants something more? I know I agreed to wait until marriage with Dens, but what if Greg doesn't want to? Should I do it? No... of course not... I made a promise to Dens. And I am his... only his... well... I guess I am a little bit of Greg's now... but not that much. Dens is who matters. I have to think about all this... what a mess... Jesus Christ... let's not worry about those things for now; I just need to make sure it's not a bad thing to have Greg as my boyfriend... as long as Dens is okay with it, it should be fine... I need to talk to him tonight,' she decides.

As she walks outside, she remembers Uwe's request.

'He wanted me to not wear panties! I know Dens said I didn't need to... but Uwe asked this morning, so better do it just in case... for Dens' sake,' she decides. 'Gosh... where do I go?' the horny teacher panics, looking around. 'I can't go back inside, I'll be late...'

This is when she spots Pringle, the dark-skinned bus driver, chilling on the parking lot next to a school bus.

"Pringle! I need your help," she says desperately.

"Miss Lana! What pleasure to see 'ya," the black man says gallantly. Cassius 'Pringle' is in his late 40s, jovially fit, with well-defined muscles and curly hair starting to gray. He does odd jobs around town. "How can Pringle help?" he asks.

"Uhmm..." the busty teacher blushes and looks around shyly. She whispers, "I need to remove my panties. Can you shield me from view?"

The black man chuckles and gives her a pearly white smile. "'Course! Anything for 'ya, Miss," he says.

"Oh, perhaps I can change inside?" she asks, pointing to the bus.

Pringle puts his hands up, "No can do ma'am. I'm waiting for the keys," he says simply.

"Ah, bummer," she says nervously.

"I gotchu. Follow me", he says, going to the other side of the bus, where they would be a tad more hidden from onlookers. She follows.

The black driver stands in front of her, shielding her from view.

"There 'ya go," Pringle says, ogling her.

She glances at him awkwardly, "Uh.... Can you turn around?"

"Nah, this way I can see anyone coming from the other side and jump to cover 'ya," the man explains.

'Goodness... I guess it's better to have him look at me than everyone else... and besides... he saw me do worse on the weekend,' she recalls, blushing.

"Okay. Please make sure to cover me properly," she requests, a little nervous.

"Yes, ma'am!" the driver says, making himself bigger.

Lana hooks her hands under her skirt and starts carefully fiddling around with her panties. She is trying to avoid giving him a show.

"Why 'ya removing your panties anyway? For 'ya husband?" the black man asks, curious.

"Erm... I... got a date," the big-breasted fiancee says.

"Ah! With someone else?" he asks, smirking. She nods her head shyly. "Naughty, naughty, Miss."

She blushes at him. As she pulls her panties down, her breasts spill out of the front of her blouse. "Ooops!" she says, shoving her perfect orbs back in.

"Don't mind me," Pringle chuckles.

Lana sees the giant snake growing in his jeans. 'Jeez... I forgot how big he is...' she thinks, subconsciously licking her lips.

She balls lacy white her panties and shoves them in her purse.

"I am done here. Thanks, Pringle," the teacher says.

"'Ya welcome, Lana. Lemme know if there is anything I can do 'ya for," the driver says, rubbing his boner through his pants.

"Oh... wow... huge..." she mutters involuntarily, "Oh! I mean... not at the moment, thanks!" she says, embarrassed. She waves and rushes away, her black flats clacking against the pavement.

"Have fun at yer date!" the black man says, waving at her.

Lana leaves the school to meet her husband's rival coworker for lunch.

~~~~~~~

Day 17 -- Lunch

~~~~~~~

Zelda's Diner

As the buxom future-wife approaches Zelda's Diner, she chews over some of the things her fiancee requested.

'Dens begged me to be good to Uwe... I wonder why? We both dislike him. I know that Dens thinks this lunch date might save his job, but I don't know how. After this morning, I am sure this man is terrible and beyond salvation... I guess Dens' job is really important to him... oh gosh... if he lost his job, we would have to move back home! No, no... we can't have that... especially now when our relationship is much stronger. I can see why Dens is worried.'

'Oh... OH! Is that why Dens wanted me to show off to Uwe this morning? Gee! Lana! You can be quite dense,' she chastises herself. 'It wasn't just because Dens was being naughty! He wanted to show me off to Uwe to butter him up! Wow! That is so daring of Dens... to use his fiancee's naked body to get a favor with his unruly and troublesome coworker... I guess it kinda makes sense; Dens must've tried everything first before resorting to Uwe's level. Hmm... well... if that is what he wants...'

She thinks of her sultry makeup, exaggerated cleavage, and lack of panties.

'I am ready to help my love... whatever it takes... for Dens,' she declares as she places her hand on the restaurant's door. She takes a deep breath before pushing the door.

Lanette Cox enters the local diner and spots her date sitting in a corner booth with his back toward the entrance. She passes by a bunch of classic American diner tables until she reaches almost the end of the restaurant.

"Hello, Uwe," she greets, batting eyes at him.

The gross man looks at her and scowls. "Whatta you wearing?" he complains.

The teacher is flabbergasted and a bit offended. "It is my work attire. I work at the school," she explains.

"Tsk," the ugly man exclaims disapprovingly. "This is a date," he says deadpan.

"I know... but, umm... I c-came straight f-from work..." Lana stammers.

Uwe shakes his head, disappointed. "Next time, Tits McGee, wear something nice," he orders.

Her mouth falls open, and she turns red. Somehow embarrassed but also livid. She was sure his world would be rocked by her stunning makeup and cleavage, but the opposite just happened.

'Look at him... ugly and full of marks on his face... his hair is thin and he is pale as a sheet... he seems also sweaty and his teeth are yellow and beyond crooked! I am beautiful and hot... who does he think he is? ARGH!' Lana reflects, exasperated.

The European man hops toward the wall and pats the seat next to him. "Please, sit."

Her fiancee's words echo in her head: "I know he is infuriating, but go with the flow... please..."

The busty brunette sighs. 'Anything for Dens,' she tells herself and sits beside the man.

As soon as she sits, Teddy, her butt plug, sends a jolt to her cooch. A soft moan escapes her mouth, "Ahh..." she pants. 'Oops... I need to be careful with Teddy; maybe I should've taken him out? Well... I need the practice, and it feels good...' she considers.

"All good?" Uwe asks, leaning toward her. She nods.

His peculiar smell immediately permeates her senses. It's a bit sweaty and damp, like wood after rain, and has a faint nutty and sweet odor. She wriggles her nose, 'It's not totally unpleasant...' she thinks again.

"Thanks for meeting me," the man says politely.

Lana cocks her head, a bit confused. 'What is up with him? One minute he is nice, and another he is being an ass... ugh...'

"You are welcome," the teacher replies graciously.

"Why do you speak like that?" the ash-blonde man asks bluntly.

"Like what?" she questions, lifting a well-trimmed eyebrow.

"Uh... what's the word..." Uwe thinks. "Ah, conjectures! Why don't you use them?"

Lana blushes, having forgotten her mannerisms. It had been a while since anyone brought that up. "Oh... well... my family is very strict," she explains. "So, growing up, my father said that using conjectures was a thing of ill-mannered and uneducated folk."

"Really?" the man asks, surprised by her answer.

The big-titted babe nods, "Truly, he made sure we would never use it in public," she says seriously.

Uwe's eyes widen, "What would he do?"

Lana's face darkens as if remembering something bad. "The belt... or slippers..." she mutters ominously.

The ugly man winces, "Damn. Sorry about that," he says, feeling pity for the buxom brunette.

"It is okay; it is just his way," she smiles joyfully, "He meant well."

"I'm sure," the European man opens a fake smile. "Now... changing subjects, do you have social media? I thought you could post a video saying you're on a date with me," he asks.

Lana is about to say no when she remembers Winstok. "I do! Why is that?"

Uwe somehow blushes. "I sorta told the guys at work we're going on a date, but they didn't believe me..."

"Ah, poor thing!" Lana says, feeling a bit bad for him. "Justin?"

"Yes, and Paul. And Noel. Nobody did. And Penis didn't correct it!" the splotchy-faced man complains.

"Dennis," she sternly corrects him.

He nods as if saying, 'I know, I know'. "So, can you do it?"

"Sure, I do not see any harm in it," the curvy fiancee says naively.

Lana grabs her phone and opens the Winstok app. She presses the "new Quickie" button and holds her phone up, aiming the camera at them.

"Hi, everyone! I am on a date with Uwe! I cannot wait for the yummy food!" she says excitedly and sends a kiss to the camera. "And posted," she says, smiling.

"Good, can we do another with a kiss? Pe-Dennis said it is okay," the skeezy man requests.

The brunette stares at the man for a second. 'Dens asked me to be good. Go with the flow, Lana,' she reminds herself. She nods.

"And... uh... can you play it up? I wanna make the guys jealous," Uwe says, blushing.

She giggles and holds her phone up again. "Everyone! My date asked me for a kiss! Can you all believe it?!" she says as if it was something crazy. Which it kinda was, actually.

"Should I give it to him?" she asks, then turns to Uwe. "Do you want a kiss?"

"Yes, Ms. Tits," the ash-blonde man says, pursing his lips in expectation.

Lana beams at the camera, "I guess he can have one. It is a date after all!" she performs.

The beautiful brunette mashes lips with the ugly man.

She intends the kiss to end quickly, just a smooch, but Uwe has other plans. He puts his long hands on back, holding her to the kiss.

"Mmmmfff!" she complains.

Uwe holds her for a few more seconds and then lets her go. She stops the recording.

"Damn! You're a great actress!" he praises her. "If I didn't know any better, I would think you were being truthful," he grins, knowing that Penis-man will see this and rage with jealousy.

Lana blushes and squeaks, "Thanks." She basically disregards what he did due to the praise.

"Also, thanks for that. The guys will be blue with envy!" Uwe says.

"It is green with envy," she corrects him.

"Green? That can't be right..." the ash-blonde man mutters.

"It is! Shakespeare described envy as a green-eyed monster," she explains happily.

"Oh, interesting. You know a lot," he states, genuinely blown away.

Lana giggles, "Of course, silly! I am a teacher!"

As she says that enthusiastically, her ample breasts jiggle enticingly under her thin blouse and her deep cleavage. Uwe's demeanor falters a tiny bit, and his eyes almost pop out of their sockets. Thankfully, Lana is unaware.

He chuckles. "And a good one at that," he butters her up.

She smiles coyly, "That is what they tell me..."

"I'm sure the students adore you," the ugly man says, pumping his eyebrows.

"I do my best," she declares earnestly.

Uwe nods in agreement. "Oh, by the way, are you wearing panties? You didn't forget my request, right?"

"I remember. And no, I am not wearing them," she shyly admits, turning red.

"O-o-oh!" the ash-blonde man exclaims. "Lemme see it!"

The skeezy man lifts the wife-to-be's flowy red skirt with ease. Her naked thighs and trimmed pubic hair come into view.

Uwe whistles approvingly.

"Eeeppp!" Lana squeals. Then she recalls they are in a restaurant, and she looks behind them to the other patrons. A few people stare at them, but they are none the wiser. She sighs with relief.

'Should I stop him? He is staring at my cooch out in public... gosh... so embarrassing,' she thinks, her cooch throbbing at the exhibitionistic idea. Then she has a naughty plan. 'I mean... he can't really see it... mmm... maybe I should show it to him... just a smidge... to prove that I did as he asked... Dens did ask me to please him,' she reflects, her horny mind twisting things.

The busty teacher opens her legs, giving the gross European man a decent view of the top of her raw pink pussy.

'Perhaps a speck more... just to be sure...' she decides, her coochie throbbing.

Lana spreads her legs a bit further, exposing most of her hungry sex to her fiancee's rival.

Uwe notices a glistening on her snatch, and he grins cockily.

The ash-blonde man cannot believe he got Penis-man to convince his fiancee to date him without wearing any panties. He feels his dick getting hard and chuckles to himself, basking on the power he thinks he has over Dennis.

Uwe couldn't be more wrong. He truly thinks Dennis is making Lana do all of these things, not realizing she is genuinely trying to help her fiancee and is doing all of this out of her own volition and sense of duty.

Lana, meanwhile, braces for impact. She waits for him to touch her privates, as many men customary do. 'They're all the same, only thinking with their penises,' she reckons. However, his touch never comes. 'Huh? That's odd...' she thinks, perhaps a tinge disappointed.

"You're a devoted wife, well-behaved. Mr. Penis is a lucky son of a gun," the gross man states.

"He is my fiancee, and his name is Dennis!" the busty future-wife exhales, vexed.

The European man shrugs, "I suppose you're holding your end of the bargain. Dennis it is." Lana nods happily.

He puts his hand on her thigh and squeezes to assure her, although his hand is a little too high up to be considered an innocent gesture.

The waitress asks for their order, and Uwe promptly says, "I'll have a lunch special with sparkling water, and the lady will have a house salad with dressing on the side. Ah, and a diet sweet tea, thanks," he orders.

Sensing something afoot, the waitress jots it down and hurriedly excuses herself.

Lana huffs, 'How rude! He just ordered for me,' she complains in her head.

"Let's call Dennis," he says out of the blue.

"Ehhh!?" she bolts, taken aback.

Uwe grins wickedly, "Your hubby wants to see us, I remember him asking that!"

~~~

Calling

Dennis Laywood is eating lunch alone at the work kitchen when his phone rings.

* Ring, ring! Ring, ring! *

'Huh, Uwe is video calling me? What the heck does that asswipe want?' he thinks, upset. The foolish man props his phone up and answers.

*** Call -- Uwe

Dennis: "Hello?"

Lana: "He is my fiancee!" -- she says as the call starts.

***

Dennis winces from seeing his future-wife with his rival and what she just said. 'Why is she so stubborn in correcting people? What's the harm? Ugh...' he thinks, frustrated. For some reason, he felt a pang in his stomach every time she did that.

***

Uwe: "Sup Dennis" -- the ugly man grins.

Dennis: "Oh... uh... hi..."

***

The ginger man is surprised that Uwe called him by his name. 'Weird... I wonder if it's my babe's magic already?' he ponders. 'She's so much better with people than I am... glad I have her by my side,' he thinks happily.

***

Lana: "Hi, Dens!" -- she says enthusiastically.

Dennis: "How are things, baby?"

Lana: "Alright, so far, we just started the date..."

***

Dennis scowls at that word. He feels his stomach turn. 'I hate that she has to go through this... but it was all my fault... sorry babe...' he laments, then he balls his fist, 'I'll get this bastard for this,' he vows.

Lana suddenly gasps.

***

Dennis: "You're okay, babe?"

Lana: "Mm-hmm..." -- she murmurs, red-faced.

Dennis: "Oh, you're sitting side by side?"

Uwe: "Yeah, it's more fun this way!" -- the creep grins.

Dennis: "I'm sure..." -- he replies, squinting at them.

Dennis: "So why you called?"

Uwe: "You asked! You wanted to see us."

Dennis: "I did?" -- he questions, not recalling that.

Uwe: "You need to make sure we're behaving."

Dennis: "And are you?"

Uwe: "Of course, I'm a saint!" -- the slimeball smirks.

Dennis: "I don't trust you." - he shakes his head.

Dennis: "Babe, is Uwe behaving?"

***

Lana shifts uncomfortably. Her face is still red.

Dennis analyses his future-wife's demeanor. 'Hmm... weird, there is something she's not saying...' he examines. 'Well, I guess everyone would find it tricky to deal with this creep... so no wonder she looks uneasy, he processes.

***

Lana: "H-he is..."

Dennis: "I'm glad."

***

Dennis smiles. 'My babe is a star! Hmm... maybe this blackmail thing might be easier than I thought. Lana can just go eat a meal with him for free, and I'll get him off my back. Free food and peace, this might be a win-win situation,' he evaluates.

***

Uwe: "... Right?"

Dennis: "Huh?" -- he wasn't paying attention.

Uwe: "Mrs. Tits here is to help me, right?"

Dennis: "Don't call her that, it's rude, man." -- he scowls.

Lana: "I agree, so crass!"

Uwe: "My bad! Old habits..." -- the creep smirks.

Dennis: "Hmph..." -- he grumbles

Uwe: "But I am right, yeh?"

Dennis: "I guess so. Sure..."

***

'Darn... he is such a creep. Hang in there, babe,' Dennis thinks distressed.

Uwe grins skeezily at Lana, and she yelps.

***

Dennis: "What was that?" -- his eyes widen.

Lana: "N-nothing..." -- her voice trembles.

Dennis: "You okay, babe?"

Lana: "Yesss..." -- she squeals.

Lana: "Stop it..." -- she whispers and pushes Uwe lightly.

Uwe: "It was an accident..." -- the scumbag laughs.

Dennis: "Is he causing you problems, babe?" -- he asks worriedly.

Lana: "Nothing I cannot deal with, hun..."

Dennis: "Okay..."

Uwe: "Well, we should get going. Our meals will arrive soon."

Dennis: "I have some work to do..."

Uwe: "Have fun with that while your wife and I are on a date!" -- the slimeball grins crudely.

Dennis: He winces and grits his teeth. "Enjoy your meal."

Lana: "I am his fianc-"

***

The call ends. Dennis sighs. 'This wasn't as bad as I feared. Lana seems to be doing well and dealing with this bastard. Everything will be fine...'

The ginger man quickly finishes his lunch and resumes work, hoping to keep the date out of his mind.

~~~

Lana is processing what had just happened.

'Oh gosh... this man is horrible... I can't believe he pulled my skirt up right at the start of the call, and then my cooch was out the whole time I was talking to Dens...'

'Goodness... yes it was naughty... but also indecent! We're in a public place!'

'And then he put his sweaty hand on my thigh... felt slimy and wet... eww... maybe I shouldn't have said that Uwe was behaving... but... he kinda is... well... I don't know... he is not... but it's not like he is being worse than expected, you know?'

'And then I had to lie to Dens that everything was okay when his hand touched my coochie! That was bad... I didn't want to make a scene... at least he stopped when I pushed him away... he did say it was an accident tho... so I guess I can give him the benefit of the doubt...'

'Huh... this call... it almost seems like Uwe was trying to provoke Dens or me... but no! He cannot do that. We are strong! Something like this will not put any rifts between us. Our love is above stupid things like this... like sex or desire... our souls are connected!'

The waitress interrupts her thoughts as she delivers their beverages.

"Is everything okay, ma'am?" the waitress asks politely.

Lana nods, "Y-yes," she says sheepishly, trying to avoid any problems.

The waitress excuses herself once again. The busty teacher glances around and notices a few stragglers sneakily eyeing Uwe and her.

She sighs. 'I hope they didn't notice anything...'' she thinks apprehensively.

~~~

Matchmaker

"That was fun!" Uwe states. "Yer a decent actress, Tits!"

"It was not for you! I am just trying to avoid any trouble for my Dens," she justifies. She huffs, "And why do you call me that?"

The ugly man chuckles, "Isn't it obvious? Your top half is mostly these big enormous melons!" He reaches out and squeezes her left breast.

The wife-to-be gasps and slaps his hand away. "Do not do that!" she complains.

He shrugs, "It's a date, wouldn't it be normal?"

"Uhh... possibly?" she questions. "Dens never did that during our dates..." she contemplates.

"His loss," the ash-blonde man grins.

The diner's waitress brings them their food, and the duo makes small talk as they eat. Uwe monopolizes the conversation, talking about his childhood and hometown, not leaving space for Lana to say much. The rude and ugly man does not ask the busty teacher a single question about herself.

After they finish, the server quickly returns and takes their plates away.

Uwe changes subjects, "Well, now that the food is out of the way, let's get to the main course..."

Lana cocks her head, "What do you mean?"

"Let me tell ya why we're here today," he says seriously.

"Oh... oh?!" the busty teacher utters, realizing he has second intentions.

Lana braces for impact. 'I knew it! He is probably attracted to me and wants something naughty... I can't give that to him... but I need to play along, maybe we can compromise...' she ponders.

"I need your help," Uwe states sincerely.

"Huh?!" she blurts, caught by surprise.

"That's right. I need your help, but let me give you some background," the European man says.

"Go on..." the curvy fiancee says patiently.

Uwe clears his throat before going into exposition. "When I found out I was moving here, I knew my life needed to change. I have been miserable for years. Just work, no fun. But when I arrived this week, I was amazed at Winston. The quality of life and all the work-life balance stuff... and I get paid even more than before for less work! It's awesome. But, I kinda slacked at work since I thought nobody cared. I think Dennis mentioned that I was making his life hard..." he states, and she nods. "Well... it wasn't on purpose. At least not at the start," he says, and Lana makes an upset face. "Wait, let me explain. I was trying to improve my life here, so I kinda put work in second place. But it didn't pan out. I have no experience in what I am trying to do. So then, when I met Dennis and you, I thought you would be the perfect person to help me. But he would never agree to it. Who in their right mind would lend their fiancee to his new coworker?"

"Lend?" she gulps, not enjoying the implications of the word.

The gross man waves his hand, "Yeah... anyway. So, I slowed down my work and made his life difficult for a couple days so he would have no choice but to agree to what I wanted."

"So you blackmailed him..." she says deadpan. 'What a terrible man...'

"Noooo! No... well.. a little. But I have good intentions," Uwe assures.

"Hmmm..." she mutters doubtfully.

"I swear!" he pleads. "Listen, if you help me out, I'll cooperate with Dennis and do great at work. I'm sure they'll promote him," he explains.

'That might work; I can help Dens... but he needs something in return to help Dens? Probably something dirty. Ugh... these men are all the same...' she chews over.

She sighs. "What do you need?" she naively asks, expecting an indecent request.

Uwe gulps and blushes. "I need help finding a girlfriend," he says.

Lana is confused, "A girlfriend?"

"Yes, I want to find one. Help me?" he begs.

"I c-cannot be y-your girl-girlfriend," she stammers nervously.

Uwe laughs. A big hearty laugh that makes other patrons turn toward them.

"Not you!" the ash-blonde man chuckles, holding his belly as if it's a hilarious joke. "I'm 32 and never had a girlfriend or a relationship. I want what you and Dennis have..."

"So you are not interested in me?" the big-titted fiancee asks, wide-eyed.

"Not at all. I'm zero percent attracted to you," he states earnestly.

Lana Cox stares deep into his beady eyes.

'He seems to be telling the truth,' she thinks naively. 'He keeps saying that, so it might be true... and he could've done things with my cooch... I don't know... he doesn't seem as interested as other men... odd... I guess I can trust him for now,' decides the gullible teacher.

"Your breasts are nice, but you have too much meat for my taste," the pale man analyses.

Lana's mouth gapes, "Meat!? Wha-"

"Yeah, it's not hot!" Uwe interrupts. "That's why it doesn't matter if I see you naked, like this morning, or if you have YOUR PUSSY OUT," he roars, getting the attention of a few patrons.

"Oh, gosh..." the brunette mutters, embarrassed.

"You're not my type, nor I'm into you," the odd-smelling man continues.

"Really?" she asks, her mind whirling.

Uwe lifts her skirt, exposing her pantiless state. He brings her hand to his crotch and says, "See... nothing!"

The wife-to-be pulls her hand away as if it got scalded. "I see..." he mumbles, eyeing his erectionless groin.

"Your kiss just now was my second-ever kiss," he reveals, a bit reluctant.

"It was?" the naive fiance asks, stupefied. The European man nods. "Wait... does this mean that... this morning..." she trails off.

Uwe exhales. "Yes, you stole my first kiss," he discloses.

"Hey! If I recall, you kissed me," she points out.

"True," the ash-blonde man chuckles.

The voluptuous fiancee slaps her thigh with her hand. "Ah! That is why your kiss was not great?"

"It was?" the gross man asks, fairly perplexed.

Lana realizes she messed up, "Oh... sorry..."

"Ugh... that's why I need your help," he laments.

Lana feels pity for Uwe. 'Even I kissed a bunch and have had two boyfriends... oh... I guess three with Greg. Maybe I can help him! He reminds me of one of my students,' she evaluates.

"Are you a virgin too?" the innocent teacher asks, thinking she has found a kindred soul.

The ugly man chuckles. "Not at all!"

"How come?" the big-breasted fiancee asks, confused.

"I fucked prostitutes a few times," he brags with a cocky grin.

The brunette blushes, "I see..."

"But I never met a woman who loves me. Truly love me," Uwe emphasizes.

Lana nods, feeling sorry for him. Then her curiosity sparks, "Then why did you say this is a date?"

"Well... I've never been to one, so I need to prepare myself..." the gross man explains.

"Ah..." she murmurs, connecting the dots.

The European man lifts his hand, "And before you ask, I'm not interested in dating you, but it's good practice for a real girlfriend," he says nonchalantly.

The buxom future-wife nods adamantly. 'If anything, I can understand practice...' she reflects. 'It's as they say, practice makes perfect.'

"I really need your help! I'm lost..." Uwe says earnestly. "I'll never call Dennis Penis, and I'll be an exemplary employee at work..." he promises.

Lana nods slowly, her need to help others and her fiancee slowly winning the battle.

"And I will pay you for helping me!" the gross man desperately says.

"Oh, I do not need mo-" she starts saying but then stops, remembering her conversation with Dens where they are in dire need of money.

"Yes, I can pay you for the lessons. You're a teacher, right?" Uwe grins.

She nods once again. 'This came at a great time, actually... if I do this, it will double help Dens! We will get some money, and Uwe will perform better, which might mean a promo for Dens! Two birds, one stone... or would that be three birds?' she evaluates.

'It seems harmless... I am sure Dens will agree; he might even laugh...' Lana thinks. "It is just finding a girlfriend, right?" she asks, seeking assurance.

"Yep," the ugly man nods.

"Okay, I will help you," the wife-to-be declares.

The ash-blonde man claps his hands, "Great!"

"When do we start?" she asks.

Uwe shrugs, "There's no better time than the present..."

"I agree," Lana smiles and says excitedly, "Let us figure out some women for you! What is your type?"

"I don't feel ready for that..." Uwe mumbles, seemingly defeated.

"Oh... hmm..." she mutters, feeling pity for him once again.

"This is my first date," he reminds her. "I need to practice and learn how it is to date women before going on a date with my future girlfriend," he elaborates.

'Hmm... that does make sense,' the busty fiancee reflects. "That will probably be for the best," she agrees.

"So, let's go on another date... to practice," the European man states.

"Does it need to be a real date?" she asks, unsure if Dennis will enjoy it.

Uwe sighs, "You said my kiss was bad, right?"

"It was not great," the curvy fiance admits.

"See!" he exclaims, hitting his fist on his palm. "Help me," he implores.

"Not untrue; you could use my help," she replies naively, not really connecting the implications of kissing.

'Gee... I guess this date would be just to teach him... so he can get ready for a girlfriend... It will be harmless and not different than today,' she tells herself.

"So?" the ugly European asks eagerly.

"Alright, we can go on another date," the ample-breasted brunette reluctantly agrees.

Uwe grins, "How about Friday? After work."

Lana nods, "That is acceptable."

"We can go to a bar. I never had drinks with a woman," he admits.

"Woooow," the teacher mutters, unable to hold back.

"See... it's embarrassing!" Uwe says, then his eyes widen. "Please promise to not tell Dennis about this!" he pleads worriedly.

"Oh, no! But what will he think?" Lana asks apprehensively. 'I'm not going to lie to Dens! We tell each other everything,' she gullibly thinks.

The gross man dismissively gestures, "Just tell him we are friends now!"

The curvy fiance scowls, "I do not like hiding things from Dens..."

"Well, let's become friends! And he might not even question anything since I will be helping him at work," Uwe reasons.

'Hmm... it's true... It's for his own benefit and our future... I love Dens,' she affirms to herself.

"Alright, I promise not to say anything for now," she says, leaving it implied that she might tell.

"We're best friends now," Uwe announces with a wide smile.

"Are we? That is fun! Now I have two besties!" she says excitedly.

"Very fun! Gimme a smooch," the ugly man says, puckering his chafed lips.

Lana recoils a bit, "Why?

"Best friends can kiss," Uwe says nonchalantly. "Don't you kiss your bestie?"

The large-bosomed fiancee recalls all the kisses that Mary and her exchanged.

"I guess, but... umm, she is a woman?" she says sheepishly.

"So? You can have male friends. It's normal," the European man states. "Unless your husband doesn't allow it?" he provokes.

"Dens does! He is very open," she says.

"So, no harm there," the man smiles skeezily. Then he pucker his lips again.

Unable to come up with a reason to deny him, Lana reluctantly gives him a quick peck.

Uwe nods, "Good, good. Now... any feedback from the date today?" he asks.

"Ah..." she says, still discombobulated due to the kiss. She tries to think of something, "Hmm... well... you said rude things about my outfit," she states, still upset.

"Oh, is that bad?" the European man gets a small notepad.

"Yes. Never do that! You also did not compliment my makeup or cleavage. Women like men to appreciate their efforts to look good for them!" she says.

"That is good info," the ugly man says, jotting it down on his pad. "What else?"

"You ordered for me," the brunette says, crossing her arms and causing her breasts to prop up.

Uwe's eyes widen. "Of course," he mutters, eyeing her melons.

"That was horrible. I felt like property or a hostage," she complains.

He peels his eyes from her jugs. "For real? Darn..." the ash-blonde man mutters, making a note.

The buxom fiancee nods, "Where did you learn that?"

Uwe glowers, "Online. I watched a bunch of videos on guys with lots of girlfriends..."

The teacher giggles, "Perhaps that is why you never had a girlfriend!"

"Ouch!" the European man winces.

"It is true. Those men are wrong. Being rude is never the answer!" she states.

"Huh..." Uwe nods and scribbles on his pad. "What else?" the ash-blonde man asks.

"Well, you did not ask me any questions. You talked the whole time!" she complains.

"Oh... I see..." he says, furrowing his brow.

"Women enjoy a good listener and a healthy conversation. A date is supposed to be a two-way dialogue. It did not feel like a date, more like a lesson," the busty teacher explains.

He jots it down, "This is gold! You should make advice videos..."

Lana smiles, enjoying being appreciated for her mind for once. 'I can see progress already... he really does need my help,' she thinks positively.

Uwe finishes writing and then leans in, "Do I smell weird?"

She takes a whiff and then shifts in place; Teddy sends a small jolt of pleasure to her cooch.

"You have an odd smell... it is not bad, just... I cannot put my nose on it," she says truthfully.

The ugly man blushes and looks away for a second. "Ah, I know what it is..." he mutters.

"What is it?" the busty teacher asks, unable to hold back her curiosity.

"It's quite embarrassing... I can't say," Uwe says, his voice trembling.

Lana holds his hand, "Please?" she pleads, batting her eyelashes.

Uwe sighs in frustration. "Do you really want to know?" he asks, rubbing his temple.

The curvaceous fiancee nods adamantly, "Yes! If I am going to help you, we cannot have secrets between us," she states.

The gross mutters, "Good to know." He inhales and puts his hand on his waistband, "Okay... this might be why women are repulsed by me..."

Uwe pulls his pants down, revealing his naked cock and balls to the busty teacher.

Lana gasps. Her initial reaction is of awe. 'Wow... his penis is thick and crooked... seems... knobby... and his testicles are HUGE... Jesus Christ... I've never seen gonads this big before...' she analyses. 'I don't see any problems...' she thinks, admiring his manly specimen.

Then, the smell hits her. This time, however, the nutty and sweet scent is overwhelmingly prevalent. The teacher can't help but wriggle her nose. However, her cooch throbs with desire, and she feels warmth spreading from her sex.

"What do you think?" the ugly man asks, breaking her trance.

The buxom fiancee remembers that they are still in a public setting. She hovers her hands over his junk, partially obscuring it from view.

"Stop... what are you doing?" she whispers worriedly.

"Showing you," the ash-blonde man replies nonchalantly.

"What if someone sees it? This is not proper," she mutters anxiously.

Uwe waves his hand dismissively, "Don't worry, nobody can see anything," he says, glancing at the other patrons.

Lana looks around distraughtly and realizes that nobody can see them due to their booth location.

Then she remembers their server, "And the waitress?"

"She'll be fine, we already ate," he assures her.

"Uhhh..." she stammers anxiously.

"Anyway, it's your fault," Uwe accuses her. "You wanted to know the root cause of my smell!"

The big-titted teacher's eyes widen, "Your penis?"

The ugly man nods, "Kinda... so I'm showing you the reason. You can put your hand away now..." he orders.

She obediently snaps her hands back. 'Gee... I really did insist on knowing it. Gosh... I always get myself into a pickle... well... now I kinda want to get to the bottom of it... I need to know...' she thinks, her inquiring mind coming out.

"Umm... is this your natural scent?" she asks awkwardly, staring at his crooked cock.

"Kinda, it's complicated," the European man writes it off. "But I'm self-conscious about it," he says painedly.

Lana licks her lip unconsciously. "Oh, you do not need to be," she says, admiration and lust in her voice.

"Of course I do!" Uwe argues. "If I want to find a girlfriend, I need to make sure everything is okay... down here," he says, pointing to his dick.

"It seems big - I mean - fine," the fat-titted wife-to-be corrects herself. She sees his dick twitch and start to grow. 'Oh... his penis is getting bigger...' she thinks lustily.

Uwe involuntarily gives her a cocky smirk but immediately conceals it. "I'm not sure... I was always ashamed of it," he reveals.

Lana sees his cock continue to grow harder. 'My God... it must be bigger than 7 inches and way thicker than others... almost like Jack's beer can,' she examines. The teacher shifts her body, and Teddy sends a pleasurable shock to her cooch.

"Hmm, not sure if you have any reasons to be," she mutters, unable to break eye contact with his knobby prick.

"You need to look at it closely and smell it," the skeezy man states seriously.

"Excuse me?!" the curvy fiancee blurts out, looking at his face. 'Oh, gosh! I've been staring at his huge penis the entire time! I'm shameful... imagine what he must think of me... that I'm some hungry little slut... jeez... what could I do that? His meatstick was right there, basically poking my eyes out... just enticing me like a fat snake...' she evaluates, her eyes darting back to his dick.

"Please! This will help build my confidence up," the gross man begs, and his semi-hard rod jerks as if pleading to her.

"B-but..." the brunette mumbles weakly.

The ash-blonde man puts his hand on her shoulder, "I need to make sure there's nothing wrong with me!"

The future-wife's snatch throbs, and she feels wetness on her bare thighs. 'Perhaps he is right... if my goal is to help him, this makes sense...' she processes.

"Will this help you get a girlfriend?" she asks, making sure.

"You need to know everything about me to help," Uwe states. "As you said, no secrets between us," he grins.

Lana bites her lower lip and nods, 'I will do this for Dens...' she justifies in her head.

"Good. Come closer, then. He doesn't bite," the scummy man smiles.

The busty teacher bends over and approaches until her face is a few inches from his dick. The smell is a bit more intense, making her a bit lightheaded.

"Anything odd with my dick?" he asks.

She studies his crooked meatstick up and down.

"Uhmm... no..." she squeaks, her mind feeling hazy.

As the wife-to-be breathes on it, his penis grows harder and harder until it is standing tall and proud between his legs.

"Gee..." she mutters out loud. 'My goodness... it's bigger than 8 inches... the fact that it's crooked to the left makes it seem so... raunchy and nasty... wow...' she appraises his sausage, entirely enthralled by it.

"And the underside?" Uwe asks, lifting his hard cock so the ample-breasted teacher can investigate.

Lana carefully looks up and down his shaft and the underside of his cockhead.

"Seems... okay..." the horny future-wife replies, breathless.

"I'm afraid my crotch smells bad. Can you smell it?" the gross man requests.

Submissively, the buxom fiancee takes a whiff. Her coochie throbs, oddly aroused by the scent.

"Umm... it is musky... and sweet... and nutty... it is not unpleasant... I-" she catches herself before continuing, "Some women might even enjoy it..." she finishes, her heart pounding.

"Good to know, and my balls? Do they smell?" he asks, his breathing heightening.

Lana shifts and smells his testicles. She coughs for a second. "Oh... the smell is stronger here.." she says shakily. Her lower body is buzzing.

"Uh... yeah... I assumed..." he says, a bit embarrassed.

The teacher surveys his gonads. "Wow... they are huge... they look swollen and heavy..." she murmurs, her cooch twitching.

'They looks so manly... but painful...' she thinks. Unable to resist, she gingerly grazes his balls with her delicate fingers, 'They're hot and soft...'

"Ah..." Uwe moans, his dick twitching.

The European man's hard rod hits the teacher on the forehead.

"Oh, careful..." she mutters, moving her head away.

"My bad," he grunts, "You didn't warn me you're gonna touch my balls..."

"I... I did it unthinkingly, sorry," the aroused fiancee admits, biting her lower lip.

"It's okay, just warn me next time," Uwe says.

She nods, "Hm-hmm..." he mutters lustily.

"I'm ready, you can do it again," the gross man orders.

The horny wife-to-be involuntarily touches his swollen testicles. "They are so plump... and warm..."

Uwe winces, "Be gentle..." he moans.

The frisky brunette stares at his balls. The strong, sweet, musky, and nutty smell makes her severely lightheaded. "I bet most women would... like to taste them..." she whispers what she is thinking.

"Try them out," the ash-blonde pleads.

"Try them..." she murmurs as if hypnotized. His overwhelming scent is causing her cooch to throb hungrily.

Uwe grins, "Need to make sure my nuts don't taste bad."

"Oh... mm-hmm..." the curvy teacher nods, drunk with lust.

"Just a quick lick," he pushes her further.

Lana nods sheepishly and gingerly laps at his large ball. Her coochie spasms, anticipating what comes next.

The fiancee lets the taste permeate her mouth. "Hmm... not bad... a tiny bit salty... mostly skin taste..." she whispers huskily, intoxicated by his odor.

"I'm glad..." the European man groans, his breathing ragged.

"Why are they so swollen? Looks agonizing," the buxom future-wife asks curiously.

"It is, they ache," he admits.

"Oh, I am sorry..." the brunette mutters, staring at his scrotum.

"Not your fault, I have Hyperspermia," Uwe finally reveals.

Lana cocks her head, "Ah... what is that? I have not heard of it before."

She is breathing heavily on his testicles, causing his dick to jerk. Her cooch gushes in response, and she feels her juices damped her thighs.

"I produce too much semen," the skeezy man explains. "My balls are swollen because they produce a ton of cum."

"Oh... ahhh!" the teacher exclaims, standing back up. "That is what the smell is!" she announces, finally understanding.

"Yeah..." Uwe nods. He scratches his neck, embarrassed.

The voluptuous fiancee shakes her head vigorously, causing her breasts to jiggle. Uwe's hard cock twitches at the sight.

"No, do not worry! It is not bad," she affirms. 'Now that I know that he smells like semen... I kinda like it... if his crotch smells this strong, imagine his semen... goodness... it seems very potent,' she reflects, the idea secretly titillating her.

"You mean it?" the ugly man asks, uncertain.

Lana assures her new best friend, "I do!"

"It won't scare females away?" he asks, seemingly fearful about it.

She shakes her head and her breasts again, "Not at all!"

"If you say so..." Uwe shrugs. "Hmm... maybe I can find a girl that likes it..." he ponders.

"I will help you do that," she assures him.

'I'm sure we can find one that enjoys if I'm any indication of it,' Lana reckons, the lingering pungent aroma of Uwe's semen-filled balls in the air messing with her senses.

"Thanks," the skeezy man says earnestly.

The big-titted fiancee is still curious about his Hyperspermia. "How do you... umm... deal with it?" she asks meekly, gesturing at his gonads.

"I have to come multiple times a day," Uwe says nonchalantly.

Lana gasps, "Multiple?!"

"Yeah, like at least 5 times," the ash-blond man admits.

"Five?! Jesus Christ..." she mutters, legitimately impressed and a little jealous that her fiancee is not on his level. "Dens is done after one," the curvy brunette mumbles bitterly.

Uwe gives her a cocky grin. "That is not all..." he teases her.

"No?" she asks, her heart pounding with sexual curiosity and arousal.

The European smiles boastfully, "It's always a ton of cum... like three times the normal!"

The top-heavy fiancee's eyes widen, "Gee...." she squeaks as her snatch twitches.

"The only real girl I ever showed it to was scared of me because of it. She couldn't deal with it," he laments.

'I could,' she thinks involuntarily. "It cannot be that much...." the curvy brunette says, doubtful.

Uwe nods, "It's true. At least 7 or 8ml every time," he brags.

"The normal is about 2 to 3ml!" the teacher says, covering her mouth.

"I know, tell me about it," he gloats, trying to act nonchalant.

Lana is extremely impressed again. 'Oh wow... not only he has a big fat hog that looks indecent, but he also ejaculates a lot and a ton of times! Gee... why does such an ugly and terrible man has all the sexual qualities? Meanwhile, my Dens, who is lovely and handsome, is a far from ideal sexual specimen? Small peepee and can't even satisfy me. Gosh... nature is sure a cruel mistress,' she chews over. 'Well... that doesn't matter. I love Dens,' she reasons. 'And good for Uwe... it will also make my job easier trying to find him a partner,' she tries to think positively.

"Mrs. Lana, I... wait, can I call you that?" the man asks. "Since Tits McGee is out of the table..."

She sighs, "It is Miss, not Mrs. And yes, you can call me whatever you want. We are friends," the teacher says naively.

"Oh, so can I call you Tits?" Uwe asks.

"Uhh..." she stammers.

"Since we're best friends and all..." he elaborates.

"I guess," she replies, the idea of being best friend winning her over. 'I call Mary lots of things,' she reasons.

The European man grins, "And you can call me Big Balls!"

"B-balls?" the busty future-wife stammers.

"Yeah, my friends call me that sometimes because of my nutsack," he laughs.

"Mm... maybe.." she mumbles weakly.

Uwe's cock jerks, and she stares at it.

"How are you still erect?" Lana asks, holding her breath. Her cooch throbs, still wet.

"Ah... once I get hard, it doesn't go away until I come," the ash-blonde man explains.

"But the waitress may come any minute now..." she states worriedly, glancing around.

"Do you mind if I come then?" he asks casually. "It'll go down..."

The big-titted fiancee gasps, "Right here?"

Uwe shrugs, "Of course. That way, it'll go down, and you can make sure my cum is not gross," he explains it to her.

"Uhhh..." she mumbles, overwhelmed.

"We can get another one of my worries out of the way," the ugly man reasons.

'Gee... helping him keeps escalating... I guess it makes sense... if his semen has a problem, the girl might be spooked or something... right? I can check his seed... for Dennis', she decides, biting her lower lip.

"Alright, do it quickly. I will not look," Lana says, looking away.

"Suit yourself," he shrugs. He shimmies his pants down even further, fully releasing his cock and balls. The curious fiancee can't help but stare. Uwe widens his legs, and his hand wraps around his dick. "I thought you weren't gonna look?" he asks her, grinning cockily.

The horny and lustful fiancee averts her eyes. He chuckles.

Uwe starts beating his meat under the table.

'Gee... I shouldn't look... but... what if he makes a mess? It seems like his big sausage ejaculates a lot... I need to check... see if he is doing it right... or else the sample might not be good... oh! How do we collect it?' she ponders, aroused.

"Mm... where do we put your semen?" she asks, staring at him jerking his dick. She feels wetness pooling on her seat.

"Uh... we can use your cup..." Uwe grunts as he continues to stroke his thick cock.

She looks at her glass, "But mine is full of water?" Her mind perverts things, 'He wants to collect his potent semen in my cup... imagine if he wants me to drink it after, goodness... that would be something...' her cooch thumps with excitement.

At this moment, the waitress comes by to check on them. She stops dead in her tracks.

"Ah... oh... s-sorry to i-interrupt," the woman stammers, shocked at the scene.

"Eeep!" Lana yelps, she adds hurriedly, "It is not what you think..."

"Uh... good timing... dear," the European man grunts, not stopping the masturbation. "Ask for a cup," he tells the busty brunette.

Lana turns crimson. "We need... an empty glass... please," she squeaks ashamedly.

The server hastily grabs a cup from an empty table and hands it to Lana. She scurries away.

"Sorry!" Lana shouts at her, embarrassed. She turns to Uwe, distressed. "Gee... what if she tells people, and they kick us out?"

Uwe chuckles and continues to jerk his thick rod. "Uhhh... they... ahh... won't..." he grumbles.

Lana stares at the ugly man playing with his girthy and knobby dick, her body buzzing at the sight.

'Wow, his penis is so indecent... and fat... it's a big, hefty boy... gee... I wonder how it would feel... inside my cooch... no... that's too much... maybe my anus? Maybe I could be ready for that... mmm....' her horny mind wonders.

The curvy fiancee shifts her weight to the side, lifting her butt. Then she pokes Teddy, sending a jolt to her cooch. Enjoying it, she continues to prod at her butt plug, teasing her horny body.

The ash-blonde man interrupts her fun. He slows down his strokes, "Can you... caress my balls... just a bit... I need more stimulation... uh..." he pleads.

The future-wife's brain is foggy with lust. She can't resist. Without replying, she stops fiddling with her toy and stretches her hand toward his scrotum, cupping it.

The contact makes both release a sexually charged moan.

'Wow... his testicles are so large and heavy... and hot... Dens' gonads are like a baby's next to this man... it's wild...' she thinks, her breath ragged. 'I know I said I wouldn't look... but... it's so hot... I can't resist...'

Unable to think straight, her other hand slides between her legs, and she starts to rub her needy sizzling cooch.

Lana fantasizes as she plays with her kitten, 'Gee... his thingies are so indecent... they are very manly... Uwe is surprising... they're driving me crazy... this smell... is so intoxicating... mmmm.... I can't stop picturing his thick stick sliding in my butt... wow.... That would be totally inappropriate... but maybe... could be a good way to practice... mmmm... yeh... that way, Dens can put his peepee inside me... without ruining our promise... mmm...'

They continue like this for a minute, Uwe jerking his thick and large cock, while his boss's big-titted fiancee cups and massages his swollen balls and caresses her own wanton, virgin sex at the same time.

"I'm gonna come..." the gross man announces.

"Mm... me tooo...." the buxom wife-to-be mewls.

"Get... the cup... ready..." he grunts.

The fiancee removes the hand from his scrotum and grabs the glass.

"In front of my dick... now..." Uwe orders.

Lana positions the cup right as his first rope of cum splatters inside it.

"Uhhhggg..." the ugly man groans.

She watches, enthralled, as spurt after spurt of white semen fills the vessel. She feels its warmth in her hand. She presses her finger against her clit, taking herself over the edge.

"Ahhhhhh..." she softly moans as she dissolves into pleasure. Rippling waves of heat course through her body as she writhes in sexual bliss.

They stay silent for a long moment as they enjoy their post-orgasmic high.

"That was great," Uwe states.

Lana nods, exhausted and embarrassed.

The reality of what she did hits her like a truck. 'Oh gee... I shouldn't have done that... climaxing with Dens' coworkers... that so indecent of me... what will Dens think? Gosh... it was too much... I couldn't contain myself,' she excuses. 'But... umm... actually... I didn't do anything wrong... I was just pent up and needed some relief... I did it myself... while he did it himself,' she reflects. 'It's not very different from him watching a pornographic movie and getting off... yeah... besides... it was just so he could calm down... he couldn't leave the place with a giant erection, right?' she evaluates. 'But it's okay... this was a positive thing... I think. Yeah... In the end... Dens asked me to "go with the flow" and "be good to him"... also to make him happy and help him... and that is what I did, so, it was all to help my loving fiancee,' she concludes.

Uwe interrupts her by grabbing the sperm-filled glass. He brings to her nose, "Smell it. What do you think?"

She doesn't even inhale to capture the odor. It involves her. Wraps around her like a thick cloud of perfume. She coughs, not expecting it to be so potent.

"Wow... it is 10 times what it was before," she says, wriggling her nose. The smell makes her dizzy again, but her cooch twitches, and her nipples throb.

'Calm down, Lana...' she tells herself. 'Weird.. this scent is so intense and... arousing... it could also make me do things... unspeakable things...' she thinks in the back of her mind.

Due to having recently climaxed, her resolve is top-notch, so she pushes his hand away.

Chuckling, Uwe places the cup on the table. "I know, right? A prostitute tasted it once, and she said it was super intense," he brags.

'Jesus... I can't even imagine the taste of it if the smell is this strong...' she reflects.

Lana glances at the time, "Anyway, I should probably go..."

"You're right! Time flies when we have fun," the ash-blonde says, pulling his pants back on. "You can go, I'll take care of the check," he says, grinning.

"Thank you, that is nice of you," the buxom fiancee says, getting up and adjusting her disheveled red skirt and white blouse. She grabs her purse.

"Uhmm... was this a good date?" Uwe asks hesitantly.

The beautiful wife-to-be ponders before replying. "I am not sure... it was... different...," she says honestly.

Uwe nods, "I liked it. The best one I've had," he grins.

"That is good," she says endearingly.

"See you Friday?" the ugly man asks uncertainly.

'This is just to teach him good practices, so we can get Dens' promotion,' she reckons. Lana nods her head and smiles, "See you Friday..."

"Remember that I need practice," Uwe says, and she nods in agreement. "We should pretend I'm your actual date, so I can learn."

"We need to find you a girlfriend," she says, not disagreeing with him.

"A smooch for your new bestie before you go?" the gross man requests.

"Sure...." the busty fiancee replies without thinking. She leans over and gives him a peck on the lips.

"Bye, Tits," Uwe says, giving her a genuine smile.

"Bye... uh... Big Balls..." she mutters embarassedly.

Lana walks out of the diner. The waitress gives a cheeky smile and a shy wave as she leaves. The teacher blushes and waves back.

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As she walks toward the school, she thinks of the diner's sexual escapades.

'Things really got a bit out of hand, but I did what I had to do. What Dens asked me. And Uwe will pay me, which will also help us. Yeah... maybe I didn't control myself exactly... but... I did my best...' she reasons.

'Goodness... I know I thought about him in my anus... but he is too big for me... hmm... although... since he is my friend... maybe I can reveal to him what I'm doing and he can help me train... maybe,' she evaluates.

'Anyway... I need to find a girl for him... I don't think it will be hard... yeah, he is ugly, but he has a decent job... and... he is packing down there... so I'm sure I can find someone...'

Lana thinks of the women she knows.

'Cynthia? Hmm... that might work... that way she gets off Dens' back...' she muses. 'She is dating Paul though... but... he has a tiny peeny and has premature ejaculation... so I guess it won't be difficult to push Cynthia onto to Uwe...'

'I will ask Dens to have them over after work sometime,' she decides as she passes the Town Hall.

The heavy-breasted teacher spots the Mayor taking a stroll. The old man notices her and waves. He walks toward her.

~~~

To be Continued in Chapter 15b, "Dress rehearsal, lingerie and homeless."

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Afterword

Thanks for reading. Any feedback is appreciated!

The next chapter will contain the afternoon and night of Day 17. Thanks for all the support!

~ Potato Head