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