Dirty Diana Girls

Author's note: This story is set in the same universe and on the same all Girls college as my Millie's New Uniform series. But as Millie only plays a minor role in the end, and it is written in the form of an article, I have kept it out of the series.

But, if you like this, go to Millie's New Uniform for mere.

I have put it in the Exhibitionist & Voyeur category, but it is also mostly consensual sex between male teachers and young female students (all of legal age). There is also some incest or incest-related action, so if any of that is not your cup of tea, read something else.

Here we go.

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DIRTY DIANA GIRLS

By Alexis Rory, Inside Diana Staff Writer

"Her new uniform is so hot!"

"Is that see-through shirt even allowed?"

"Did you hear who was making out with the English teacher in the east hallway?"

The halls of St. Diana's have never buzzed like this.

Whispers chase each other down corridors, group chats light up at 3 a.m., and even the usually silent library nooks now hum with low, excited giggles - and a little student-teacher kissing. Overnight, our tradition-steeped all-girls college has stepped boldly into a hot new era.

Headmaster Edwards' new "progressive" policies, sold to us as inclusive, modern and empowering, have swept away decades of rigid rules. Knee-length pleats and sensible flats are history. In their place: scandalously short plaid micro-skirts, cropped sailor blouses tied just under the bust, velvet chokers, platform Mary Janes, and an open invitation to flirt shamelessly with teachers (a pastime that, full disclosure, I am enthusiastically participating in).

But what does this seismic shift really mean for our sisterhood? Have we "Diana girls" gone dirty? And is that a good or a bad thing? Inside Diana went looking for answers about the uniform policy that students have already nicknamed The Slut Code.

DEVI GET'S HER SMILE BACK

"I love it," says Devi, 19, eyes sparkling. "The new uniform feels so liberating. But honestly? The updated code of conduct is just as big a deal."

We're standing in the main corridor. The coffee-skinned Indian-American beauty has clearly taken the new dress code to heart. Long orange-and-white thigh-highs hug her legs and the matching micro-plaid skirt shows off a perfect heart-shaped ass. Her white cropped blouse is unbuttoned, showing of her full breasts, a little navel piercing glints whenever she moves, and an orange ribbon ties back her glossy black hair. She is Devi-stating.

Devi has always been famous for her dazzling smile, but when she got braces a few months ago, that smile vanished overnight. She stopped showing teeth entirely, suddenly losing all of her sparkling natural confidence

"Mr. Mark, my history teacher, noticed," she says softly. "After class one day he asked if I was okay. He's always so gentle and attentive."

Touched by his concern, she broke down and confessed how ugly she felt with "train tracks" on her teeth.

"I was mortified," she admits, cheeks flushing. "But Mr. Mark stepped closer, wiped my tears with his thumbs, looked right into my eyes and said I was just as beautiful as ever. Then he told me quietly that a lot of men actually find girls with braces incredibly sexy. Including him."

She laughs, a little shaky. "I didn't believe him. I mumbled something about him just being nice. That's when he pulled me against his chest and kissed me. His tongue teased at my lips until I opened for him. I was so embarrassed about the braces, but... I let him in."

Her voice drops. "Then he took my little hand and wrapped my fingers around the front of his trousers. He was rock-hard. He let me feel exactly how much I turned him on, even with the braces. Maybe because of them."

She bites her lip. "That never would've happened under the old rules."

"I know," I murmur.

"I dropped to my knees right there in the empty classroom," she continues, eyes glittering. "I unbuckled his belt, pulled him out. He was so hard and big, so heavy in my hand... I guess he wasn't lying."

Devi flashes small, proud smile, before continuing: "He guided me so carefully -- showed me how to keep my lips over my teeth, how to take him deeper without the braces coming in the way. He kept whispering how pretty I looked with my mouth stretched around him, how sexy my braces were when they glinted in the light while I slobbered all over his cock. It made me feel so warm and hot, and I took him deeper, and let him fuck my throat."

Devis' brown cheeks redden and her breathing quickens as she remembers. "When he was close, he said he wanted to see my pretty smile. My real smile. So, I pulled off, looked up at him with my lips parted, braces shining, and he came all over my face. I closed my eyes as I felt the hot, thick ropes land across my cheeks, my chin, my teeth. Then he took out his phone."

She laughs softly. "He told me to hold still and keep smiling. He took pictures so I could see for myself how gorgeous I looked with cum dripping onto my braces. And... he was right! I looked hot."

"That was actually really sweet of him, taking pictures like that," I say. "Can you maybe send me one of them. For the article".

"Sure!" The brown eyed cutie beams, as we browse through the pictures, and chose one where she smiles happily up at the camera with her braces all sticky with teacher-cum.

"The you go!" She presses the "send" button and shows me cute signature smile, braces and all. "The new rules are letting teachers and students actually care about each other. Really care." She adjusts her skirt with a playful tug.

"I've got biology for the next two classes. We are going to learn about the human reproductive system with Mr. Darren. Wish me luck."

She skips off down the hall, skirt flipping, butt bouncing happily, leaving a trail of sweet perfume.

SISTERS LEARN TO SHARE (THEIR TEACHER)

So Devi is understandably happy about the new rules, but are there not any negative effects? On a sun-warmed bench in the courtyard I find the redhead sisters, Sadie and Catherine, known for their tempers, their beauty, and their shared taste in tall, dark, and well-endowed older men.

"The dress code is fun," Sadie says, opening her long milky white legs, revealing a glint of green panties, "but it gets competitive fast. Everyone's trying to out-slut each other. But the teachers have been... surprisingly good at managing it."

Catherine, called Cat by everyone, nods, emerald eyes glinting. "Mr. Jackson knew exactly how to handle us when we lost it."

Both sisters have waist-length crimson curls, rosy freckles dusting their cheeks, and the kind of bodies that make classroom air thicken. 18-year-old Sadie is petite and delicate; 19-year-old big sister Cat is lusher, hips and chest more generous. They've both been having a huge schoolgirl crush on their chemistry teacher, Mr. Jackson. And when Cat caught Sadie kissing him in the hallway, war broke out.

"I'd been teasing him for weeks," Cat says, smirking. "Spreading my thighs under the lab bench, leaning over his desk so he could see straight down my blouse, pressing my tits against his arm when I asked 'innocent' questions."

She shrugs. "So when I saw Sadie's tongue in his mouth, I snapped."

The temperamental sisters ended up rolling across the hallway tiles, clawing and shrieking, until Mr. Jackson hauled them apart and marched them into his office.

"After we cooled down, he gave us a lecture," Sadie says. "Then he told us to kiss and make up."

"We thought he meant, like, a peck and a handshake," Cat giggles.

"Nope," Sadie continues. "He wanted us to actually kiss each other. Or else we'd both get bent over his desk for a proper spanking."

The girls shared a hesitant demure kiss. But Mr. Jackson wasn't satisfied, and told them to keep going, so they kissed each other again, and again, parting their lush young lips a little more each time. Soon their tongues brushed against each other and slender hands began to wander. It did not take long before they were kissing deep and wet like lovers, moaning softly into each other's mouths while their fingers slipped under crop tops to tease hardening schoolgirl nipples.

"It felt so strange at first," Sadie murmurs. "Kissing my own sister, squeezing her breasts..."

"But then it felt good," Cat finishes. "The anger just... melted away."

"Then Mr. Jackson said we owed him an apology too," Sadie adds with a wicked little grin.

The slutty redhead sisters didn't need much convincing. Soon they were not only making out with their handsome Chemistry teacher but also unpacking the big present he had in his pants. When his thick black cock sprang free, both schoolgirls gasped in unison.

"It was soo big," they say together, then dissolve into giggles.

"There was plenty for two," Cat says.

"I couldn't have handled it alone anyway," Sadie admits.

It was a lesson in sharing. The Chemistry teacher told the two competitive sisters that they could have his cock, but only if they shared it like good girls. So they did.

They knelt side by side and let their wet pink tongues glide up and down the dark shaft in perfect sync, then then taking turns, so one sister was bobbing on the swollen head, while the other was lavishing the heavy balls with saliva. As Mr. Jackson started to fuck their teenage mouths the sisters helped each other: when he pushed into one mouth, the other sister cradled her head, helping her take more.

"Then we got competitive again," Sadie laughs. "Who could deep-throat the most. But Mr. Jackson didn't seem to mind"

"I won," Cat says smugly. "I took him all the way to the root."

"Your throat's bigger," Sadie shoots back. "Mine is so narrow!"

"I tried to help by pushing your head down on that greasy shaft. But you just started crying," Cat teases.

"I wasn't crying--my eyes just watered! And you are just being mean!"

The temper of the two ginger beauties is apparent. Things got heated again, when it was time to get fucked. As they peeled off their panties, flipped up their skirts and bent over Mr. Jacksons desk with their asses high, they started fighting over who should go first.

"I'm so wet and soft," Cat purred. "And you love a big ass, don't you, sir? Sadie's too small for you anyway."

"Don't listen to her--she's all used up and loose," Sadie countered. "My pussy's the tightest little teenage pussy you have ever tried."

Mr. Jackson had heard enough. Two sharp, ringing slaps turned pale freckled cheeks bright red.

"It hurt," Cat admits quietly. "But we needed it."

Mr. Jackson positioned himself behind the older sister and pushed forward, sliding deep into her soaked hole in one swift forceful movement. He fucked her deep and hard for maybe 30 seconds, making the whining teen take his big black rod all the way, before pulling out and taking her little sister the same way.

The stern teacher kept fucking the two insubordinate schoolgirls like that: hard, deep and relentless - fucking one while the other watched, whimpering, until they were both trembling and dripping.

"It was a lesson we needed to be taught," Sadie says. "At some point Mr. Jackson was pounding me so hard I thought I'd split open, and then Cat suddenly reached over without being asked, stroked my hair to comfort me and kissed the tears off my cheeks. That was the moment everything changed."

As the teacher was about to come, the sisters were finally ready to share. All their resentment against each other was gone.

"We dropped to our knees again and I stroked his big beautiful black cock into Sadie's mouth," Cat says. As Mr. Jackson started to come, the big sister moved the cock with each shot of thick sticky cum, so the two sisters got almost equal amounts.

"He came so much!" Sadie laughs. "When he was finished, we were drenched in sticky teacher-cum."

"We licked it off each other's cheeks and snowballed it back and forth until we were sure it was even... then we swallowed," Cat explains.

"Like good girls!" Sadie says.

As the two sisters finish their story, they look lovingly into each other's eyes. Then a deep voice from behind make them look up.

"Aren't you girls supposed to be in class?"

It's the man we have just been talking about: the sisters' favorite teacher, Mr. Jackson. As I shake his big hand, I understand their infatuation: he is tall, dark, handsome, and the long package along his leg is clearly visible.

Cat and Sadie giddily make place between them on the bench, and as Mr. Jackson sits down, the lovelorn schoolgirls start to smother his cheeks with small kisses.

"We skipped class," Sadie purrs innocently, as she slides her nimble hand under the teacher's shirt. "I think you have to punish us".

As Cats fingers start caressing the growing bulge in Mr. Jacksons corduroy pants, I can't help but imagine myself going down on my knees to unbuckle him. I so want to see that big black teacher-cock for myself.

But I brace myself! I have an article to write. So, I just pick up my phone and take a few pictures of the two lovely redhead sisters and their favorite teacher, before I continue my quest. There are still questions to be answered.

DADDY'S GIRLS

My first interviews, has shown that the new dress code is wildly popular among the Diana girls, but it's no secret that certain parents, many of whom chose St. Diana precisely for its conservative traditions, have voiced strong criticism.

In the empty school gym, up in the spectator rows, I sit down with two girls who've dealt directly with that parental pushback.

"My dad hated the new dress code," says baby-faced blonde Julia Cream, nodding toward her best friend. "So did Sophia's."

Doll-faced brunette Sophia Harmon rolls her eyes. "They didn't want their daughters looking 'slutty,' they said. As if!"

Both 18-year-olds come from similar wealthy backgrounds. Julia is fair-skinned with golden blonde locks; Sophia's creamy milk-chocolate complexion hints at her mixed heritage. As devoted fashion lovers and classic Daddy's girls with unlimited access to their fathers' credit cards, the two besties devised a plan.

"We went shopping for the new uniforms," Sophia giggles, "then staged a little fashion show for our daddies. We showed off every cute little piece."

"The pink Chanel, the red Celine, the white Miu Miu..." Julia lists dreamily.

The girls tell me, that they had a lot of fun posing provocatively for their daddies, arching their backs, popping hips and tossing flirty glances, until the two grown men were visibly flushed.

"I literally saw my dad adjust his boner," Julia confesses with a naughty chuckle.

When the little schoolgirl uniform-show ended, the teens pranced over and settled right into their fathers' laps, still wearing the final outfit - a Miu Miu micro-skirt in white with playful pink stripes and a matching cropped top. Braless, of course.

"Our nipples were poking right through the thin fabric," Sophia says with sparkles in her pretty dark eyes. "We looked like sexy tennis players, and our dads couldn't keep their hands off us."

"Their own daughters!" Julia laughs, shaking her blonde waves. "But then my dad goes, 'Now that you have maxed out our credit cards, how about a little appreciation in return?'"

The girls exchanged skeptical glances with their grinning fathers. They'd thought the fashion show was appreciation enough. Julia batted her lashes and asked innocently, "What kind of appreciation, Daddy?"

He smirked. "Switch places with Sophia. Then you can each show appreciation... to the other dad."

From their fathers' laps, the teenagers locked eyes -- nervous, giddy, a silent 'should we really?' shimmering between them. Sophia bit her plush lower lip; Julia gave the tiniest nod. Their pretty eyes gleamed. They rose and swapped places.

Blonde beauty Julia straddled Mr. Harmon, a stubby and muscular black man with a wicked charming smile.

"I've always thought he was hot," Julia admits, "but I never acted on it. He's married, and he's my BFF's dad."

Now she was perched atop him, feeling his thickening length press insistently against her already-damp panties. She shifted deliberately, grinding just enough to let the ridge drag along her slit.

"W-what do you think of our new uniforms, Mr. Harmon?" she asked, voice breathy.

"They're very cute, Julia. You girls might actually have changed my mind." His large hands settled on the sides of her ass, guiding her in slow, deliberate rocks.

"Do you think I'm cute too, Mr. Harmon?"

"You're very cute, Julia."

"Cuter than your daughter?"

He chuckled darkly, then playfully pinched her stiff nipple through the thin cotton. "Naughty girl. You can't ask a father that."

A sudden wet sound made them turn. Across the room, Julia's dad and Sophia were locked in a deep, passionate kiss.

Sophia sends both me and Julia a wicked smile, as she tells her side of the story: "I was nervous going over to Julia's dad. Like her with mine, I'd always had a little crush. He's this tall silver fox--always so polite, but I'd caught him staring every time I came over."

As I settled onto his lap, I stammered, "H-hello, Mr. Cream."

"Hello, Sophia," he replied smoothly, one warm hand resting on the bare skin of my lower back, just above the skirt.

"W-what kind of appreciation did you have in mind, Sir?"

He met my eyes. "Maybe a kiss?"

"A kiss?!" Heat flooded my cheeks.

"Just a little one. On the lips."

With her heart hammering Sophia leaned in, kissed her best friend's dad on the lips. She didn't use any tongue, just parted her lips slightly and let them linger as they pressed against his. She felt heat flooding her body.

"That was nice. You have such soft lips, Sophia. One more?" Mr. Cream asked.

This time the 18-year-old beauty didn't hesitate. She felt his tongue and opened eagerly, letting him slip in. It was deep and passionate.

When they broke apart, Sophia noticed how her father and best friend were watching. Her face burned.

"Daddy!" Julia gasped, wide-eyed.

"Sophia's just showing appreciation," Mr. Cream said calmly.

"Daddy, I'm so sorry!" Sophia whined. "It just happened..."

Her father blinked. "Nothing to apologize for, sweetie. You looked like you were enjoying it. And you seem to be a really good kisser."

"T-thank you, Daddy."

Mr. Harmon turned to Julia, whose skirt was already hiked up, his hands cupping the pale globes of her ass. "What about you, Julia? Are you as good a kisser as my daughter?"

Julia and Sophia are best friends, but they can also get a little competitive, and so the fair beauty leaned in and kissed her best friend's dad. Soon both teenage girls were lost in intense make-out sessions with each other's fathers. Their tongues dancing, their soaked panties grinding shamelessly against big hardening cocks.

The men lifted the feather-light girls and laid them back on the wide couch. They peeled the panties away, kneeled between spread young thighs as tasted the soaked young pussies.

"A lot of guys won't go down, but our dads are different," Julia says with pride.

The men could get a little competitive too, and obviously both wanted to be the first to make their girl come. A little contest started: The dads licking and sucking swollen clits, tongue-fucking slick entrances, sliding one finger, then two inside, curling and pumping until both the young girls shattered at the same moment, convulsing, squeezing each other's hands as orgasms ripped through them.

"I've never come like that from a man licking me," Sophia breathes. "An older, experienced man... it's completely different."

The fathers' assumed playtime was over; anything further would cross a serious line, and their wives would be home soon. But their daughters had other plans.

"We were still so horny," Sophia says. "I needed Mr. Cream's cock inside me."