Tom James: Juicy hot daughter

"I, I want to ask you something, but, well, it's sort of personal, Miss White."

Miss White leaned against the desk, a familiar pose to Julie, but suddenly the teen-ager realized how much it made the teacher's breasts thrust out. Julie could see the nipples were extended so that they showed even through her heavy bra and the thin material of her dress. The teen-ager squirmed, the fluttery feeling in her stomach getting stronger with every second.

"How personal is it, Julie?"

Julie blushed and looked at the floor. "Very, very personal, Miss White," she whispered.

"Well, in that case, stop calling me 'Miss White', and call me by my first name. It's Diane."

Julie looked up at her teacher, and Diane smiled gently.

"It's all right, honey. I was your age myself, not too long ago, and I know how rough things can seem at times."

Julie looked at her. "I, I feel so funny inside. Not sick, just, I dunno how to describe it. It feels good and bad and all mixed up all at the same time."

Diane smiled broadly. "What's the boy's name?"

Julie shook her head. "It isn't a boy. It's, it's you."

Diane's eyebrows went up in surprise. This was completely unexpected! She looked at the slim girl sitting in front of her with a critical eye. Julie was developing, and fast. In the past two months her breasts had nearly doubled in size, and she was going to be needing a bra soon.

"Julie," Diane crouched down by the girl's desk, ignoring the way her skirt rode up to show the teen-ager her crotch. "Honey, I'm very flattered, but I'm worried, too. Have you told anyone else about how you feel?"

Julie, her eyes fixed on Diane's face, shook her head.

"That's good, because people – other people, I mean – probably wouldn't understand. Now, would you mind if I ask you some very personal questions?"

Julie shrugged. "No," she said in a small voice. Diane patted her hand and Julie gave a jerk of surprise.

"Honey, do your breasts ache?"

Julie nodded. "They hurt more and more all the time. The nipples are so sore I'm afraid they're going to split open."

Diane nodded sympathetically. "I know just what you mean. There are days when I feel like that all over. I can't think of anything except sex."

"Really?" Julie looked at her in surprise.

Diane laughed. As if by accident, her hand slipped off the desk and landed on Julie's bare knee.

"Now, Julie, one more question. What do you feel like way down deep inside you, all tight and wound up and fluttery? Is there a hollow feeling, too?"

Julie nodded again. "Uh-huh, and I think my pussy is wet, too."

"Let's see, shall we? Lift your skirt up, honey." Diane slid her hand along Julie's leg and then between her thighs, feeling the warm skin tremble under her fingers. She gently touched Julie's panties and the girl moaned.

Licking her dry lips, Diane gently hooked her index finger inside the leg band of the teen-ager's panties and touched the hot flesh of the girl's pussy lips.

"Uhhhh." Julie writhed against Diane's skilled finger, her hips jerking back and forth and her tight ass wiggling frantically on the chair.

"Julie, if you lift your hips up a little bit, I can slide your panties off and tell for sure. Would you like that?"

"Oh, yes." Julie did as she was told, and felt Diane pulling her panties off.

Diane was breathing hard, and Julie could see the heavy swells of her breasts rising and falling faster and faster.

"Open your legs a little bit, honey." Diane put her hands on the insides of Julie's thighs and pushed gently.

Julie did as she was told, holding her skirt up out of the way with one hand while she frantically cupped and squeezed her breasts with the other. She had never felt so excited in her entire life!

Diane licked her lips nervously and looked at the girl in front of her. She was taking a horrible chance, she knew, but she wanted to do it, and Julie wanted it, too.

"Would, would you like me to make you feel better, honey?"

Julie nodded. "Yes, please!" she gasped.

Diane gently spread open the wet lips of Julie's pussy. She was tempted to bury her face in the wet crotch, but she knew Julie would freak out if she did.

"Oooooo! Hurry, please!" Julie's agonized whimper sent a shaft of lust through Diane's belly, and she nearly began to play with herself.

"Ready, Julie??"

"Ohhhhh, yesssss."

Diane gently stoked the wet nub of Julie's clit, pushing it from side to side and then up and under the protective sheath of skin.

"AHHHH!!" Julie's thighs clamped shut around her hand, and the teen-ager bucked and jerked frantically, her fingers digging at her tits.

"Ohhh, Diane, don't stop, I'm gonna – ahhhhhh!!!" Julie writhed with pleasure. She slipped off the seat and fell against Diane, knocking them both to the floor.

"Are you all right, honey?"

Julie nodded, too happy to speak. Diane smiled at her. Julie's knee was between Diane's thighs and the teen-ager instinctively moved it until it touched the teacher's hot crotch.

"Umm, wait a second. Let me get myself out of this," Diane panted. She lifted her hips and pulled off her pantyhose and panties.

"Now, put your knee against me, very gently, and straddle my leg," Diane maneuvered the teen-ager into the proper position.

"Now what do we do?" Julie was bewildered. Diane moved her leg slightly and her thigh rubbed against Julie's wet crotch, making the girl squirm with delight.

"Do the same to me, Julie. Rub me real nice and I'll be nice to you, too."

Diane wiggled her ass eagerly.

Julie was only too happy to oblige. She moved her leg against the dark mat of her teacher's pubic hair and rocked back and forth against the pressure of Diane's leg in between hers.

"Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh." Diane's hips twisted faster and faster, grinding her ass against the classroom floor. Julie could feel her leg getting wet from Diane's pussy juice, and she knew she was sopping wet herself.

"Ohhh, Julie, you're great. Don't stop now, honey! Just a little bit more and – AHHHHHH!!" Diane's broad hips thrust up hard against the pressure of Julie's leg, and she hugged the girl tightly, whining and gasping as her orgasm rocked her insides.

"Ohhhh, Diane, I – ohhhh!!" Julie twisted her hips against Diane's thigh and her hand groped for the heavy mound of her teacher's breast.

"Yessss, touch me, Julie." Diane kissed her full on the mouth and the surprised teen-ager responded, sliding her tongue into the warmth of Diane's mouth.

They both shuddered and then relaxed, Julie's hand squeezing the heavy mound of Diane's tit through her clothing.

"Ummm, that was nice, but we better stop now, honey." Diane gently pushed Julie up and the teen-ager nodded.

"Here, put your panties on, Julie, and straighten your hair. You look like you've been rolling around on the floor."

They both laughed, and Julie kissed Diane, touching her between the legs. Diane shivered and held Julie's hand in place for an instant.

"I, I…"

Julie didn't know how to say the words, but Diane smiled and supplied them for her. "You want to do it again?"

Julie nodded. She felt wonderful and warm and loving, and it was all directed toward the woman next to her.

"Well, why don't we, then? You could come over to my place on Saturday, and we could spend the entire day enjoying ourselves, and each other. Would you like that?"

"Oh, yes!" Julie hugged her enthusiastically, and Diane returned the embrace, her hand sliding down to grip Julie's small ass.

"Now, hurry down to the lunch room. The line will close in a couple of minutes."

Julie got to the school cafeteria just in time. She grabbed a tray and hurried through the line, looking for Shirley, but her friend was not in sight.

Bolting her food, Julie dashed out to the playground and found Shirley with a group of girls. She dragged her away to a quiet spot.