"That depends. My teacher is Mrs. West. Do you have Mrs. West?"
"I do! It's a date." Liz winked. "See you there."
You felt oddly relieved to simply pick out your locker and get on with the routine, as you figuired you had already put in enough hooking up for one day. However, even as you were settling into your chair in your new homeroom, a fresh new stranger came directly up to you.
"Hi!"
You looked up, struggling to keep the look of surprise off your face. The girl seemed to be some cheery princess of Viking lineage, her long hair shimmering blonde, and the chiseled perfection of her face was outshown only by a blatantly aggressive balcony of bosom straining against her pullover.
"They're not real, " she teased.
"Wh-What?"
She chuckled. "Every guy wonders. They're not real. I had them augmented. I'm Pepper -- and this is Piper!"
You were secretly glad that she had answered the question, for it had been causing your brain deep anxiety, worrying over whether Nature alone could provide such busty abundance. No sooner did your brain come to grips with the existence of Pepper, however, than you realized she had an identical twin sister Piper standing right next to her -- and no less augmented, either.
"Hi, Pepper. Hi, Piper." You worry that your voice may sound a little weak.
"May we take the seats beside you?" wondered Piper.
"Sure!"
You figured this was quite the coup, the Nordic nymphs Pepper and Piper to either side of you. Then the class settled in, and the teacher arrived.
"Good morning, class. I'm Mrs. Russell."
You have got to be fucking kidding, your brain replied.
Mrs. Russell was impossibly hot. She tried in vain to wear crisply conservative clothing, but her body curved too boldly, too outrageously, straining her every seam. Her legs were so tall and silky, and you were never ordinarily an ass man, but her skirt molded itself to her pert high buttocks so enticingly. Her bosom, which you guessed was natural, was awesome, damn near bursting out of the tight packaging of her low neckline. Beneath her gently flowing honey-brunette curls was a strikingly lovely face.
"I have a few things to say to you on this first day," she said. |