Millie's New Uniform

"That little bitch," Florence whispered to Lola. It was just before the last class of the day, and the two girls were watching Millie up by the blackboard, her voice light and teasing as she spoke to their English teacher, Mr. Michaels. She laughed at something he said, and when he put his finger to her glossy lips, she took it in her mouth and gently sucked on it.

"She is such a slut," Lola replied. "She obviously jerked off Mr. Roberts in math. And that new uniform is totally against school regulations!"

Florence nodded, eyes narrowing as Mr. Michaels pinched Millie's nipples through the sheer blouse before sending her off with a light smack on the butt. She didn't mind Millie going for that fat math teacher, but hot Mr. Michaels was another matter. He belonged to Florence.

"We should totally report her," Lola said as the two girls slid into their seats in the back of the classroom.

"Maybe," Florence mused. It might actually be a good idea--and well-deserved payback for Millie, who had reported several of the other girls, including Florence and Lola, when the new dress code was implemented. With no success, of course. Flo and Lo knew exactly how to get out of trouble when summoned to the headmaster's office.

They knew just how to charm Headmaster Edwards.

As class began, Mr. Michaels kept calling on Millie whenever he had a question, even though Florence raised her hand every time. And Millie's answers were correct every time. That little do-gooder!

Florence knew she looked hot and fashionable, as always: black high heels, knee-high white socks, a plaid yellow micro-skirt, and a matching white and yellow short sleeved crop top that showed off the little diamond in her belly button. No bra, of course -- her nipples clearly visible through the fabric. Usually, it was more than enough to catch any teacher's attention, but today, the only one they seemed interested in was flat-chested little Millie. All because of that see-through uniform!

But Florence wasn't about to give up. When Mr. Michaels asked for someone to read aloud at the blackboard, she saw her chance and quickly ordered Lola to volunteer. Lola knew the routine, and her waving hand shot up in the air like a rocket, making it impossible for Mr. Michaels to choose anyone but her.

Florence smiled. She knew that whenever a girl was chosen to read, Mr. Michaels would take her empty seat and watch from the student's position. And so, as Lola's heels clicked up the aisle, Mr. Michaels slid into her seat next to Florence.

As his favorite, Florence had been in this position often. Usually, she let him touch her thighs, and maybe made out with him a little. It felt good kissing her favorite teacher, sensing how much he desired her, but she had never let it go further.

Until today.

As Mr. Michaels sat beside her, Florence gave him her most endearing smile, but he barely noticed. He absentmindedly placed a hand on her thigh, eyes fixed on Millie's slender body, fully visible through her new uniform.

Florence wasn't having it. She pulled up her skirt, took his hand, and guided it inside her white lace panties. That got his attention.

"Florence," Mr. Michaels murmured, slowly sliding his fingers into the slender, raven-haired beauty. "You're very wet."

"Am I?" she panted, a distant smile on her lips.

He answered by withdrawing his hand and holding two glistening fingers in front of her. Florence licked them slowly, then took them into her mouth and sucked in her own juices.

When she finished, she unbuckled his belt and let his already hard pulsing cock spring free. Florence bit her lip, measuring up the big teacher-cock as she slid her dainty hand up and down the thick shaft. She gave out a little approving whistle. Then she smiled and took the fat cock into her eager young mouth.

Mr. Michaels felt Florence's playful tongue swirling around his cockhead, as she stated bobbing up and down on him. He couldn't believe it. He'd wanted to go beyond French kissing with Florence for so long--and now out of nowhere his cock was inside her soft wet mouth.

As Lola stammered through Lolita at the blackboard, her best friend stroked his shaft while bobbing her pretty head over his swollen cockhead. She pulled off with a soft pop, drool spilling down the shaft, and looked wide eyed up at him.

"It's so big, Mr. Michaels," she said, as her saliva-wet hand, stroked him. She shaped her glistening lips into an O-shape and drooled down.

"Do you like it, Sir?" she asked with feigned innocence as she rubbed the saliva into his cock.

Mr. Michaels only nodded, gathering Florence's long black hair into a ponytail and guiding her mouth back down.

While the other girls watched Lola read by the blackboard, the young redhead herself was the only one who noticed the lewd act unfolding between her BFF and their English teacher in the back row. The other students and Florence's desk blocked some of her view, but it was obvious: Flo was giving Mr. Michaels a blowjob, her head bobbing vivaciously over his groin.

The sight made it impossible for Lola to focus on reading aloud. As she reached the part in the book where Humbert watches Lolita sunbathing, she felt herself growing wet, stumbling over the words. She couldn't help but caress her hardening nipples under her blouse.

Millie noticed Lola kept glancing up from the book, staring toward the back of the class. Sensing something off, she turned her head. Sitting two tables forward in the next row, she, unlike Lola, could see everything: Florence was leaning over her favorite teacher, his hard cock in her mouth. One of his hands was under her blouse, fondling her breasts; the other patted her cock-bulging cheek. Florence looked up at him and smiled, cock-in-cheek, before resuming her work on the long, hard shaft. He held the millionaire heiress's face down and thrusted forward, forcing his cock deep into her mouth. Florence's eyes watered, mascara smudging, but she took it without a flinch -- just a soft gagging sound.

"She's so good," Millie thought, unable to stop herself from sliding a hand into her panties, despite how much it hurt to watch Florence being face-fucked by her favorite teacher. Millie had done everything to catch his attention today, but it was still that spoiled brat Florence, who always got whatever she pointed her manicured finger at, who was sucking off her Mr. Michaels. Tears welled in her eyes. She'd practiced blowjobs all weekend with the biggest cucumber she could find in the fridge, and she had been eager to show off her new skills at school today. But now Mr. Michaels was leaning back, both hands on Florence's head, fucking her mouth hard and fast -- it was clear he was about to come. To feed her his yummy cum.

A lone tear rolled down Millie's cheek. But just then, the bell rang.

Florence couldn't believe it. She was seconds from making Mr. Michaels cum when the fucking bell rang. He quickly pulled out, tucked himself away and stumbled up to his desk. It didn't matter, she thought, wiping her wet mouth, reclaiming her poise, and flashing her usual superior smile as Lola hurried back. "Oh! My! God!" Lola mouthed.

Florence nodded toward Millie, who was slowly packing her bag, face crumpled like she was about to cry.

"I showed that bitch," she whispered to Lola. "See how much that slutty uniform helped her now!"

***

"Fuck, that was good," Mr. Michaels thought, watching the girls leave the classroom. Good, but frustrating. He was still rock-hard. If only the bell had rung just a minute later!

He smiled and waved at Florence and Lola as they pranced out, making sure their teacher got a nice view of their long legs and firm tushies. Florence turned, gave him a lewd look, and blew a kiss off her finger. God, how he wanted to fuck that hot little slut.

"Sir, can I talk to you for a minute?"

Mr. Michaels looked down. It was little Millie. Little Mille without her glasses and in her hot new transparent uniform. He'd forgotten all about her. That's what happens when your cock's buried in another student's throat.

"Of course, Millie. What is it?" he asked with a warm smile.

Millie didn't answer. She glanced nervously at the open door. Florence and Lola had positioned themselves by the lockers opposite, with a clear view inside.

Mr. Michaels understood. As much as he liked "Flo and Lo," he knew they could be cruel to the other girls. He gave Millie's shoulder a reassuring squeeze, walked over, and closed the door--just catching Florence's furious scowl before it clicked shut. Girls, he thought with a sigh.

"So, what is it, Millie?" he asked again, returning to her. He noticed now that she looked upset. "Is something wrong?"

"Well, Sir, it's just that..." Millie looked down, biting her finger nervously. "I saw you and Florence just now..."

"Yes?"

"And she... she was giving you a blowjob!" The words just blurted out of Millie, and she felt her cheeks flushing, her eyes getting misty eyes misting over again.

"She's so damn cute," Mr. Michaels thought. He gently lifted her chin so he could look into her eyes. His thumb brushed a tear from her cheek. Her skin was fever-hot. "And you didn't like that?"

"I just thought... you and me, we had something... something special."

"We do, Millie," he said, leaning in to kiss her soft schoolgirl lips. "We do. But I have something special with Florence, too."

"But Sir..." Millie started, but Mr. Michael silenced her with a finger to her lips. Then her kissed her again, this time deep and intense, like in the morning in the hallway.

Millie couldn't resist. His tongue felt so good in her mouth, his experienced hands even better on her body, grabbing her ass, teasing her nipples.

He lifted her onto his desk. "You are very special, Millie," he said. "And that new uniform of yours is so cute."

"It was my stepdad's idea," she whispered.

"Well, you have to thank him for me." Mr. Michaels leaned over her, kissing her mouth, her cheeks, her neck and down. He pulled up the sheer blouse and started to lick and kiss her small, creamy tits.

"You've got such nice little titties, Millie. Do you like it when I kiss them?" he asked while nuzzling a hardening nipple.

"Uh, yes," she half-smiled.

"How about when I suck on them?" He moved to the other, sucking it into his mouth.

"Yes... I like it..."

As the English teacher kissed and licked her perky breasts, he slid a hand between her legs. Millie whimpered and spread her legs as his fingers pressed against the damp crotch of her panties. She couldn't believe how good it felt, and soon her hips were rocking in rhythm with his touch.

He looked up. "How 'bout that, Millie? Do you like your English teacher's fingers on your pussy?"

"Yes, Sir... yes, I like it..."

"Good. Do you want me to do more?"

"Yes," Millie panted. "Yes, Sir."

Mr. Michaels smiled. He stood, lifted up Millie's legs and pulled off her panties. Then he told her to spread them wide so he could admire her glistening, clean-shaven pussy. Millie liked her private parts that way. The way it made her feel. She watched as her favorite teacher unzipped, pulled out his long, hard cock, and rested it against her naked slit.

"Jealousy is a sin, Millie," he said.

"I'm sorry," she whimpered as he tapped her pussy with his cock, then slowly slid it back and forth through her wet folds.

"I can't play favorites, Millie. I have a lot of students--and many deserve special attention. You understand that, don't you?"

"Yes! Yes, I do, Sir!" she cried. Mr. Michael was so much better at turning her on than the boys she'd been with. She was burning, dizzy with need. She pushed her hips toward his cock. "Please put it in, Sir!"

"You mean like this?" He nudged the head against her tight, wet, waiting hole.

"Yes, Sir... more... put it in... please," she begged.

Mr. Michaels eased forward, allowing just the head to slide inside Millie's hungry, young pussy. He smiled down at her. "Is this what you want, Millie?"

"Yes, Sir... yes..."

He began rocking gently, pushing in a little deeper each time--then pulling back, the cock now glistening with Millie's juices. It was fun teasing the horny little schoolgirl, making her beg for his cock. And God, she looked so fucking hot in that sheer uniform. He'd been fantasizing about this all day, ever since seeing her in the hallway before first class.

Millie was frantic now, bucking her hips, desperate for more.

"Would you like your English teacher to fuck you now?"

"Yes, Mr. Michaels, please... I'll be good. Please fuck me."

"That's what I wanted to hear," he smiled. He began thrusting deeper with each stroke. When he was most of the way in, he picked up force. "Is this what you want, Millie?"

"Yes, Sir... yes... thank you... please don't stop..."

Mr. Michals wasn't going to stop. Why had he never before noticed hot little Millie was? He began pounding her deeper and harder. He didn't know his cock would fit so far into such a little girl. Neither did Millie, Mr. Michaels manpole was surely the biggest she had ever had. It filled her up like never before, but I didn't even hurt. She was so hungry for it.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, opening herself fully up. Her face was flushed, and every time her teacher slammed his cock into her, her little tits would jiggle. She had been with boys her own age before, but she couldn't believe how much better it felt to be with an older, more experienced man. After minutes of deep, relentless fucking, Millie began to tense.

Mr. Michaels sensed the schoolgirl's orgasm building, her body tensing up, her young innocent face opening up. He grabbed her small tits, and fucked her even deeper, while nuzzling her erect nipples.

Millie moaned and whimpered as her teacher pushed her over the edge, her body shuddering in a long, trembling climax.

"Your teacher-cock feels so good," she whimpered.

And just then the door to the classroom opened.