This happened in the 1990s, when nursing mothers had become commonplace in the workforce, and when lactation in public had become less taboo.
Lana paid close attention as Professor McGrath drew a flow chart on a piece of paper and explained the mechanics of crime analysis. It was a private meeting in the teacher's office, just a few weeks before midterm exams.
The explanation was impressive. In those days, Professor McGrath was considered one of the esteemed female academics in the country when it came to criminal law, and Lana was thankful that she was able to get a one-on-one meeting like this.
"So there you have it," Professor McGrath said, leaning back. "Everything you need to know in a nutshell."
"It actually seems much clearer now," Lana said.
"Students learn differently. Some get by with reading. Others are fine with lectures. Others need solo attention."
They were sitting side-by-side, and Lana was amazed by the teacher's command of the law. Additionally, Lana had fully begun to notice how pretty the teacher could be. In class, she was a shark, preying on students who were unprepared to discuss the day's material. It was a honed skill as a former prosecutor. In private, the teacher was a normal, everyday woman, who was extremely pleasant to be around.
Lana nodded, focusing on the notes again. "I've been using supplemental books since the semester started and some of the concepts were difficult for me."
"It can be. Law is a different language than anything else. The good news, however, is that you'll get used to it."
"A welcomed relief," Lana smiled. "I think you're right. It's not as mind numbing as the first two weeks of school."
"I still remember what that's like. Believe it or not, I used to be a first year law student myself. There are humiliating moments, but you grow thicker skin."
"I'm sure you needed thick skin as a prosecutor too, right?"
The teacher gave a mock sigh. "Like you wouldn't believe. It's a career where you're dealing with unsavory people on a regular basis. It's a rewarding line of work, nonetheless. Why? Are you interested?"
"Honestly, I have a few ideas of what I want to do, but nothing set in stone. Your lectures are really eye opening though. I love hearing your war stories about courtroom battles. So who knows, it may be worth a shot."
"If you chose this area of law, I think you'd succeed."
"Really?" Lana asked with bright eyes.
"Yes, really. You're tough, well spoken, quick thinking, and your reasoning skills are solid. All the necessary ingredients for a successful litigator."
Lana batted her eyelashes. "You got all that from class?"
They both laughed.
"Listen, I know it's hard," the professor replied. "If you stumble in class, I don't think any less of you. I've yet to meet a first year law student who hasn't crumbled when pressed hard enough. No one is born knowing these things. We must learn them."
Lana gave a sigh of relief. "Thank you. That means a lot. And it makes me feel better hearing that from you."
"You're not alone. Plenty of bright, academic-minded students feel insecure after being pressured by the professor. It's normal."
"Good. Because I cried a few times after school. Not just from your class, but from others. It's tough. But I'm adapting."
Professor McGrath reached out and rubbed Lana by the shoulder, in gentle pats and strokes, then pulled her hand back after the point was made.
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"Don't be," Lana replied, showing no fear. "That happened because I was so pissed off at myself. So I kept on working harder. More and more often I was getting the answers right, thanks to diligent preparation and thinking in advance. Obviously though, I still need to work a few things out, otherwise I wouldn't be sitting here with you.'
"I like your attitude. We need more women like you in this profession."
"That means graduating from law school first."
The professor nodded. "Exactly. Now, a few notes about legal writing for exams. First, we start with the main issue, which basically means what the problem is. For instance, if..."
Professor McGrath stopped in her tracks for some odd reason. Her hands clasped together and she sort of had a bewildered look in her eyes.
"Are you okay, professor?" Lana asked with concern.
"I'm fine. I'm fine. It's just... can you give me a second please?"
Naturally, Lana was caught off-guard by her professor's small medical dilemma, or whatever it was. But the teacher seemed to immediately take control of the situation by putting on a false sense of confidence.
"Oh, okay," Lana said with a hint of confusion. "Should I just come back next time?"
The professor composed herself. "Actually, let's finish this now. This will just be a minute. Before you know it, you'll be passing every class."
Professor McGrath adjusted the way she sat a few times, with small movements, and gave her blazer a few tugs on the bottom to straighten it out. What the teacher hadn't intended, however, was that adjusting her blazer gave a small peek into the front of her blouse. There were two wet spots which seemingly appeared out of nowhere.
The first thing that came to Lana's mind was that it must have been sweat. Surely? But who the hell sweats in that area first? In front of her breasts of all places? It couldn't have been. Besides, there were no signs of perspiration anywhere on the teacher's face, and they were still sitting close enough to notice each other's skin. So what was it?
"Ummm....Professor McGrath?"
"Yes?" the teacher asked in return.
Lana gestured forward, trying not to be rude. "Your chest. There are wet spots."
For a brief moment, a mortified look came over the teacher's face when she realized what had happened. It was the first time that Lana had ever seen the professor look so vulnerable. But that expression quickly left as the teacher once again returned to her confident posture.
"Sorry about that," the professor said, reaching for some tissue. "That rarely happens. But things happen."
"What is it, if you don't mind me asking? A medical condition with perspiration? I've read about it before."
"Milk."
Lana was taken aback. "Milk?"
"Breast milk. I gave birth a few months ago. Would you mind turning around, please?"
"Of course."
Lana turned her seat around so that she faced the wall. Then she heard the sound of the teacher unbuttoning her blouse and lifting her bra up, followed by sounds of flesh being wiped by tissue.
Strangely, inappropriate thoughts came to mind. She wondered what it must have looked like. Breasts covered with spots of milk. Swollen nipples. A stained bra. Lana had done her fair share of fantasizing when it came to other women, but never with something like this in mind.
Never in a million years would she have imagined that those unruly thoughts would tilt towards her own professor either; a woman who had put her in the proverbial hot seat a few times in class, nearly making her cry.
Lana could hear the wet tissues being tossed in a nearby trash basket. There was a sound of a bra being pulled down and adjusted, followed by the sound of clothes ruffling.
"You can turn around now," the professor said.
Lana turned back and saw that the teacher hadn't finished buttoning up her blouse yet. It was only halfway done, and Lana got a nice look at the center of the teacher's chest, along with a white bra in the middle. The sight vanished as all the buttons were done, sadly.
"So, what caused that to happen?" Lana asked, purely to make conversation to break the awkward tension, then she immediately regretted asking such a personal thing.
"I was knocked up about a year ago."
Lana smiled uncomfortably. "I figured that much. I meant, actually, nevermind what I meant."
"I'm only joking. I know what you meant."
"Sorry, don't answer that."
"It's fine," the professor smiled. "I have a million things to do everyday, between teaching and some of the work I still do at the DA's office. I also mentor several young attorneys. That means I have to nurse early in the morning, usually around 5 am."
Lana nodded. "That makes sense. It must feel like it builds up sometimes when it gets closer to the afternoon since you haven't released any in a long time."
"Correct. Do you have any experience lactating, or know anyone who does?"
"I used to be a babysitter. So I've worked with a lot of new mothers. It's just, I've never seen it actually leak before."
The professor gave a curt shrug. "Well, in an ideal world, I should be relieving my breasts more often. I've been blessed with active mammary glands, it seems."
"Sounds about right. That's a good thing."
"It is. Which is why I feel horrible when I have to relieve myself on campus, or in the DA's office if I'm there."
"Do you bring a bottle with you?" Lana asked.
"Yes. Or sometimes I have to go to the bathroom and spray it into the sink. Or privately in the stall. It's an awkward feeling being a new mother and doing that to my milk. But that's the price I pay for working so much."
"Oh, I could always help if you want. I don't mind."
The offer was earnest and completely sincere. Lana was that kind of girl; always willing to help, and always offering a helping hand.
Professor McGrath sensed that and her eyebrow rose. "That would be interesting, given that you have experience working with new mothers."
"Absolutely. I know you teach other classes throughout the week so I could just stop by and assist."
"I'll have to think about it," the professor replied. "If I accepted, it could be like a job for you. I'll pay a reasonable rate. Just swing by my office in the morning and I'll let you know how I'm feeling."
"In all seriousness, I really respect you and what you represent, as a hardworking woman in a male-dominated field. No way would I ever accept your money. If I assisted, it would be because it's my contribution to successful female lawyers, no matter how odd the assignment."
The teacher shook her head. "No. There must be consideration. Think like an attorney, Lana. Bargain for exchange. And given the sensitivity of the matter, there must be something that binds us to secrecy. Since after all, matters of my breasts are highly confidential, especially on campus."
"How would that work?" Lana pondered.
"For starters, tell me something about you. Something secret. That way, we'll be more trusting of each other."
Lana thought for a moment. "In the eighth grade, I stole a frog from the school science room. They never knew it was me, but I felt so bad that..."
"No, no. Something more personal. If you're going to be dealing with my breasts, then I want to hear something about yours."
It was a fair trade, Lana thought, and she noticed a subtle change in the professor's demeanor, as if the teacher was letting her guard down. Could it be? Is this what an aroused professor looks like? Lana wondered. And Lana wanted to play that game too. So she thought of something appropriate for the conversation.
"I used to pose nude with a college roommate," Lana said tepidly. "It was all for fun. We pretended we were big time fashion models or celebrities. We'd do sexy poses and laugh all night. Over time our clothes would disappear and we'd be naked. We'd also shred the pictures to a million pieces afterwards so no one could ever see them."
Professor McGrath lifted an eyebrow and pursed her lips. "So, breasts and nudity are nothing shocking to you."
"Nope," Lana gulped.
"Good. I'm glad to hear that. I like open mindedness. And from what I can see, you have a great body."
The teacher's eyes did a brief once-over on Lana's neatly crafted appearance, which almost felt like x-ray vision. The teacher's moment of weakness and eye gazing had the surprising effect of making Lana moist.
"Maybe we should discuss figures now," Lana said, slightly suggestive. "I can swing by your office before criminal law each Wednesday to see if you need any assistance. And I can do the same, before or after my classes throughout the week, if you're still in your office. In exchange, we can work out a suitable fee for my efforts."
"Now that's thinking like a lawyer. And I agree with your proposal."
Lana took a glance at the chest she'd be working with. "What now?"
"Now, you keep your eyes back on the paper and we'll finish up our discussion on essay writing."
"Oh, right."
Criminal law was held on 9 am, each Wednesday. Lana arrived at 8:15 knowing that the professor was always there early preparing for class. Deep down, Lana hoped that those breasts were filled with milk and were in urgent need of care, despite the fact that their roles weren't exactly defined yet.
Anything could happen, and Lana was eager to find out what that would entail.
She had unabashedly spent the weekend fantasizing and masturbating underneath her blanket while her new roommate was in the other room. She had spent her free time thinking of all the naughty little things she'd like to do with a woman nearly twice her own age, with far more stature in life.
It wasn't like anyone would ever know, or anything like that would ever happen with the professor in real life...
As she suspected, Professor McGrath was in her office reviewing the casebook and her notes for class. The door was wide open.
"Good morning," Lana said, trying to sound extra cheerful with perfect posture.
"Morning Lana. Come in. I've been expecting you."
Lana smiled. "Great. That meeting last week really helped. I've been working on a few practice exams and I can really see the difference."
She stepped into the office, then suddenly the professor held out a hand to stop her.
"Actually," the teacher said. "Close the door first. I don't want us to be bothered."
"Got it."
Lana closed the door; a simple, everyday act which somehow made her pussy tingle with excitement. When she turned to go sit down, she saw that the professor had now stood up.
On this particular day, Professor McGrath was dressed in the same attire she typically wore; a long office skirt, a blazer, and a buttoned up blouse. This time, however, the top two buttons of the teacher's blouse were left undone, which bared the top of her chest. A fashion flub like this seemed incredibly unlike her, since she was so well mannered and particular about her appearance.
Unless...
"I was thinking about your offer," Professor McGrath said as they nearly stood face to face. "I'd like to take you up on it. But I still have some concerns."
"What kind of concerns?"
"I could be ruined if anyone ever found out. Not just my teaching career, but everything. You have to understand that."
Stirring words. Lana thought the 'job' would be simple, menial tasks, like bringing paper towels, washing things, or anything of that nature. But the professor clearly had other things in mind for those milky breasts of hers. If it was enough for her to lose her job over, then surely it must be something more taboo than your average cleaning duty. That notion made Lana giddy inside.
Lana gulped. "What did you have in mind?"
"It depends. What are your comfort levels?"
Lana resisted the temptation gesturing to the teacher's breasts and crotch with her eyes; a subtle way of showing that she was comfortable with virtually anything attached to the teacher's body.
"I'm flexible. As a former babysitter in high school, I've had numerous tasks, ranging from running errands, to..."
Professor McGrath cut the student off. "Have you ever cleaned breasts directly?"
Would it really come to that? The question nearly made Lana's heart freeze.
"No," she replied in a squeaky voice.
"Then obviously you've never nursed from a lactating breast before."
Was that really what the teacher wanted? If so, Lana felt a shortness of breath and wondered to herself if she could actually do it. And the answer was, of course she could. The thought had never occurred to her before, that a mature, sophisticated woman would ever want such a thing. Lana had always appreciated the size and shape of a lactating nipple, but she had never imagined taking one into her mouth. Most of all, she had never considered tasting that sweet nectar known as breast milk.
"I haven't," Lana said, then censoring herself before she could say more.
"But?"
Lana took a deep breath. "But, I'd be willing to try it. Assuming, that's what you want me to do."
"Why not? It's perfectly clean and healthy. Having you nurse from me before class would be a welcomed relief, instead of having to scramble at the last minute to relieve myself in the bathroom. It's more professional this way, I think."
Lana nodded, trying to hide her eagerness. "I think I agree, too."
"There are still some hurdles though."
"Like what?"
"Secrecy. How do I know you won't gossip to your friends? Before long, everyone will find out."
Lana shook her head. "No way. Never. I'd be just as ruined as you. My parents are very strict and they're paying for me to attend this school."
"Still, I need more assurances."
That last word was accentuated by the professor in a way that sounded a bit suggestive. Lana could play that game too.
"I can provide you all the assurances you need," Lana replied with her own, less sexy form of innuendo.
Professor McGrath crossed her arms and thought for a moment. Or maybe she was pretending to think and already had this whole thing figured out. She looked over the student from head to toe, not bothering to hide the fact that her gazing was so obvious.
"If you're going to have a view of my breasts, I'd need a view of yours first," the professor said. "Why don't you get naked now."
Lana's eyes widened and her jaw dropped. "What? Here? Now?"
"Yes. You'll see my breasts and have my nipples. It's only fair that I have something equal in return. I feel more assured that way, since both of us will have incriminating knowledge of the other, so to speak."
"Ummm.... will anyone see us?"
"Stand by the wall," the professor pointed. "That way, no one looking through the small window on my door will see this happening. I'll also put up a sign that'll say I'm busy. Get to it."
Professor McGrath had a no-nonsense approach to all this and immediately looked for a sign on a table. She grabbed it and was about to place it on the outside door handle.
"Well?" the teacher asked.
"Oh, right."
Lana nervously began to undo her clothes and the professor swiftly opened the office door and hung a sign on the knob which said not to disturb, then shut the door.
Piece by piece, the student's clothing came off. Lana wondered if this was all a wet dream she was having, but the more she undressed, the more she'd feel cool air against her skin, letting her know that this was reality.
All the while, Professor McGrath was turned away as she prepared to be nursed in her office. She prepared some paper towels and gathered her things for class later.
Finally, Lana was down to her bra, panties, shoes and socks. Her arms were crossed and the professor looked when the undressing noises stopped.
"Lana, I said to get naked," the teacher said in her teacherly voice. "That means everything. Including your shoes and socks."
"Yes professor."
As Lana reached back to unclasp her bra, she couldn't help but realize how their relationship had evolved so weirdly. For the past few months, everything was strictly academic. The week prior, it felt as though they were becoming friends. Now, what was this? A teacher/student relationship? A work relationship? Or was it something far more sexual? Maybe it was all of the above.
It felt like a bizarre combination as Lana had removed everything, standing there with her body exposed. Breasts which looked like firmly shaped round globes, with light brown nipples. Shapely hips too. The girl had curves in all the right places. Obviously she hadn't expected to be naked for this meeting, so her pubic hairs had formed a slightly messy bush (which was fairly common back then in the 90's).
Then off came the shoes and socks, so Lana stood barefoot on the cold surface of the floor.
Professor McGrath finished up and took a good look at her naked student.
"I'm impressed," the teacher nodded. "Far better than I expected."
Lana tensed. "What now?"
The professor let her mind wander. "Sit on that table behind you. Knees up, feet on the edge of the table. I want to see you play with yourself. Masturbate for me."
"Huh?" Lana instinctively clenched her legs together, almost crossing them as she stood.
"Seeing you that way will get my nipples hard. And if my nipples are hard, milk will flow faster and we'll be done sooner."
Was that statement actually true? Lana wondered. She noticed subtle shifts in the professor's facial expressions. Was this all part of the professor's game? Whatever it was, Lana was ready, willing, and able to play along.
"Okay. They're your breasts and you know best."
The deviant side of Lana was slowly coming out. Deep down, she wanted this so badly. She wanted to make herself cum. Right in front of her beautifully stern professor. She wanted to make a mess right there on the table. Most of all, she wanted to suck those nipples of the teacher and taste milk for the very first time.
But she couldn't show it. She was far too shy to reveal this side of her. And she was extremely nervous too. She had never gone this far with a woman before, especially with an older, respectable woman. And she had never done anything so daring either, sexually speaking.
She pretended to be modest about it, so the professor wouldn't know how aroused she was. Nerves were kicking in as she sat on the table. She lifted her knees and put her feet on the table's edge. Lana wondered if the teacher could see the wetness inside her hole. As she prepared to touch herself, Lana saw and felt her hand trembling. That part was legitimate. It was no act. She was scared for all the right reasons. It was like losing her virginity all over again.
"Show me how you like to masturbate," the professor said. "I want to see this. I'm curious about your self-pleasure techniques."
"Yes, professor."
Despite her intense nervousness, Lana was eager to show her technique to someone, anyone. And given the situation, she was incredibly turned on that she'd be showing her professor.
She brought two fingers together, the index and middle, and pressed against the lower mound, just above the clitoris, around the dark pubic hairs. Then she began to rub. Not in the same spot. Her pressed fingers made circular movements around the clit in a stroking, loving manner. At first, Lana kept her eyes down on herself, focusing on her pleasure. Then she looked up and saw the professor staring.
The funny thing was, Professor McGrath was watching as if they were in the lecture hall, and the teacher was grilling her about a case. It was that level of scrutiny the teacher had on the student's masturbation technique.
"That looks interesting," the professor said. "What are you doing?"
Lana continued the slow rubs. "I'm orbiting around my pussy. I'm sure many women would just focus on the clit. But there are many hot spots around the vagina. It builds the pressure. Then I go for the clit when I'm close to finishing."
"Smart girl."
The words of approval took many of the nerves away. Whenever Lana would rub around the entrance of her pussy, a bit of moisture would make its way onto her fingers, spreading the juices around. Her eyes shifted back and forth, between her own pussy and the professor's expression to watching this.
Finally, the professor reached to undo the rest of the buttons on her blouse. With each button, more of the professor's chest showed, along with her bra, and finally her stomach when the blouse was completely undone.
"Cum first," the teacher ordered. "Then you can help resolve my issue."
Lana smiled as she rubbed her pussy faster. "I think I'll need to see something in order to cum. Ohhh.... bargain for exchange...right?"
"Thinking like a lawyer. I like that. Maybe this will help."
Professor McGrath opened the front of her blouse all the way. The cups of her bra were fully exposed. She was less endowed in the chest area than Lana, even though her smaller breasts were filled with milk.
The anticipation ended when the professor lifted both sides of her bra to reveal small breasts with prominent pink nipples. The breasts looked fuller than they normally would have been, since they were lactating. And those pink nipples...to die for. They looked so swollen and stiff. It was impossible that those nipples were always like that. Lana wondered if that was a bodily sign that milk needed to be released immediately, or if the teacher was extremely aroused.
Lana's fingers went into overdrive as she rubbed herself furiously. Seeing those big nipples changed everything. Now, Lana and her professor were both pushing the bounds of their sexuality and experiences. The professor showed off her own arousal by rubbing around her bare chest and even pinching her pink nipples to tease Lana.
That was it. It was all too much. Lana attacked her clit with tenacity. Her eyes focused on the large pink nipples before her very eyes. Her staring was without shame as she brought herself to an orgasm. Her toes curled on the edge of the table, which the professor thought was particularly erotic. Then Lana breathed hard with her mouth wide open.
It was an intense orgasm that made a dripping mess on the table. Drop by drop. As Lana breathed harder, her rubbing slowed down until finally she stopped, resting her back against the wall as she desperately needed to recover.
"That was interesting to watch," the professor noted with a slightly heaving tone behind it. "You really know how to take care of yourself. Not enough women do. And that mess you've made, I'm actually very impressed"
"The mess comes naturally, I suppose. And the self-pleasure was from lots of trial and error. And seeing your boobs really did it for me."
Professor McGrath reached down and caressed her chest. "Do you see what you've done to my breasts? My nipples have always been sensitive. They're ready to be nursed. I haven't done anything with them for several hours. So they're clean, and most of all, they're full. Would you like to start sucking now?"
"I've been hired to do a job," Lana said, suppressing a smile which had tried to form.
"Time is of the essence and I hate being late to class. It's quite simple. I'll show you."
The professor stepped towards the student, with each step bringing her mammaries closer to Lana's mouth. Lana sat upright on the table and was eager to please, despite having came hard already.
"This is how it will work, darling," Professor McGrath said, stroking Lana's hair. "First, I want you to suck. Second, don't miss a drop. Leave the rest to me, okay?"
"That sounds easy enough."
"It is. And if you wish to stop at any point, for whatever reason, just give me a little tap and I'll stop."
The professor placed her hand behind Lana's head and gently pulled the student forward, directly towards her left tit. Lana parted her lips and accepted the pink nipple, closing her lips around it. There was a strong sense of anticipation as she wondered what freshly produced breast milk would taste like.
She wondered if she'd like it. She wondered if she'd be even more aroused by consuming it. She wondered if she'd be addicted to the feeling of nursing on her beautiful professor.
Immediately, Lana sucked on it. Her first time sucking a breast that wasn't her own (which she liked doing to herself on occasions). The pink nipple was as stiff and erect as it looked. Lana clamped her lips around it and sucked harder. She even rolled her tongue on it. But to no avail, there was no milk. She wondered if she wasn't sucking hard enough, then she sucked more.
It wasn't until Professor McGrath squeezed the underside of her own breast that the mammary gushed milk into the student's mouth. Lana was shocked by how creamy, sweet, and desirable it tasted. Right away, she knew that she'd be interested in helping the professor with this, so long as drinking breast milk was involved in their activities.
For two or three minutes, Lana nursed on the nipple without break or complaint. She loved the feeling and how incredibly taboo it was. If anyone knew that they were doing this in the office, they'd both be ruined.
At one point, she even swirled her tongue around the nipple and sucked harder, which elicited a deep moan from the professor.
"This side is done," the professor said, tapping Lana on the shoulder. "Now do the next one. Make sure you don't spill anything onto my clothes."
Lana carefully pulled her mouth away and licked her lips. Then she licked the excess milk from the pink nipple so that nothing would drip down.
"Did I do a good job?"
Of course, Lana already knew the answer. She just wanted to hear the professor say how much she enjoyed the feeling of having her pretty, young student sucking on her tit. Was that too much validation to ask for?
"You did fine, Lana. Now let's make this fast before class starts. I have a long day ahead of me and I need my breasts cleared."
Validation denied, and Lana went to work on the other breast, taking it into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it, sucking on it with a vacuum-like power. This time, Lana used her own fingers to squeeze the lower side of the breast to produce milk. Professor McGrath couldn't contain her feelings anymore and released a steady stream of soft moans as Lana eagerly worked her oral magic.
"I can't believe I'm doing this with a student," Professor McGrath groaned to herself, almost in a whisper. "Gosh, what am I doing? What am I doing?"
Her words said one thing, but the professor's hand sent a different signal, rubbing the back of Lana's head, which implied not to stop because the nipple stimulation felt so fucking great.
Lana felt a powerful urge to do more, and so she reached below and pulled the professor's skirt up, slipping her hand upwards and rubbing the teacher's panties.
"I never said you could touch me there," the professor said sternly, without offering any physical resistance in return.
Lana spit the nipple out of her mouth. "You can always report me to the Dean. Until then, I have a job to do."
She took the nipple back into her mouth and kept on sucking, while using her fingers to pry the panties to the side so she could finger-fuck the respectable professor with a special technique.
Instantly, it worked as Lana penetrated the teacher with two fingers. The same two fingers which Lana had used to make herself cum a few minutes earlier.
"You're really good at that," the professor moaned, leaning her own head against the top of Lana's head. "You're so good with your fingers. And your lips. Oh my, Lana, you're a goddess of a young woman."
Finally! The validation Lana had so desperately craved from her delicious tasting teacher. It only made her suck harder and work her fingers deeper within the pussy. It was a potent combination and a woman can only endure so much.
Professor McGrath sighed. "Make me cum as you drink my milk. I want to feel both pleasures at the same time. I've never felt anything like this before."
In return, Lana wanted to say, 'Your wish is my command, beautiful lady,' but instead, she let her sucking and fingers do all the talking.
Lana's finger curled inside the professor's pussy, inadvertently hitting that elusive g-spot, which made the professor jolt with sensitive delight. Lana had found the weakness of the typically stern educator, so naturally, she kept on attacking it. She kept on hitting that spot until Professor McGrath was forced to cum as she stood there getting her milk sucked from her tit.
It was a tight, powerful orgasm which gave the teacher what felt like endless pleasure. Her body tensed so hard and her g-spot was being toyed with and milk was being extracted from her big, sensitive nipple from the mouth of a loyal student.
But all good things must come to an end, and the orgasm subsided, making the teacher suddenly turn relaxed. Lana sensed this and pulled her fingers out, and she tucked the teacher's panties back in the right position so it covered the pussy once again. She also pulled her mouth away.
When it was done, Lana's lips were covered with saliva and milk, and both of the professor's tits were wet with the same mixture. Lana briefly sucked on her two wet fingers, which were coated in pussy juice, and she licked her lips while looking upwards at the professor.
"Would it be crossing the line if we kissed?" Lana asked.
"Not at all."
Professor McGrath bent down and they kissed once. Then twice. Then their lips pressed and they swapped saliva and milk and pussy juice into each other's mouths. A perfect way to celebrate their intense office orgasms and newfound relationship.
"You taste really good," Lana said.
"I know. And you should get used to it. I expect you in my office before class each week."
Lana smiled. "I'm a very punctual person and my skills are flexible."
"That's perfect. I can't teach properly if my nipples are leaking. That's where you come in. Think of yourself as the teacher's pet from now on. Now get dressed, class is starting soon."
The expression on Professor McGrath's face had totally changed, and she had seemingly returned to the ruthless bitch of a lawyer.
As the teacher wiped her nipples with a paper towel, tucked her breasts back inside her bra, and buttoned up her blouse, Lana couldn't remember the last time she was so aroused.
The End
