Millie's New Uniform

SHORT RECAP SO FAR:

Millie's new see-through uniform has made quite the stir at Saint Diana's College, an all-girls school with a newly liberated student dress code.

The former plain girl is now again very popular with the teachers, to the dismay of queen bee Florence and her best friend Lola.

As Millie stays after class with dreamy English teacher Mr. Michaels, the two popular girls are left outside the door brimming with frustration.

***

"I don't understand," Mr. Edwards said. The bald, bearded Headmaster lounged in his swivel chair with Lola perched on his lap, the too-small blouse of her green-and-white uniform offering him a generous view of her deep cleavage. Standing in front of the desk was a pouting Florence with her hands clasped behind her back.

"Just a few weeks ago you two were in here constantly, insisting your uniforms, despite complaints from several other students, were perfectly within the new dress-code regulations. And now you're here complaining that some other girl is breaking the rules?"

"That's because she is!" Florence snapped. "And we were not!"

She was certain that right now, Mr. Michaels was fucking little Millie in the classroom. After all the work Florence had done sucking him off and making him so hard and ready. Florence was far prettier than plain Millie, and it was supposed to be her bent over that table! Florence was very unaccustomed to not getting exactly what she wanted.

"Now, now, calm down," Headmaster Edwards said. He patted the desk in front of him. "Come here and sit, Florence."

Still pouting, Florence hopped onto the edge of the desk. Edwards swivelled his chair to face her fully. She let her knees drift apart, and his hand immediately slid up her smooth inner thigh.

"It's true," Lola chimed in, with sugary innocence. "The rules say private parts still have to be covered, but you can see everything through her uniform. Her tits are totally visible!"

"I see," said Mr. Edwards, with new interest.

"Like this," Lola said, and lifted her blouse, baring her full, perfect breasts. "Only hers are much smaller. But this is totally illegal!" She pushed her chest forward so the headmaster could palm the heavy, firm schoolgirl tits right in front of his face.

"You have to punish her," Florence insisted. She scooted forward on the desk, guiding his wandering hand higher until his fingers disappeared beneath her tiny yellow-plaid skirt.

The posh schoolgirl parted her lips, stuck out her little pink tongue, and was just about to kiss her Headmaster when his fingertips slipped between her slick folds. Edwards froze, then pulled back an inch, eyes narrowing.

"Florence... are you wearing any panties at all?" he asked sternly.

"Oh!" She covered her mouth with mock innocence. "I'm so sorry, sir. They got soaked in last period, so I had to take them off."

"And you?" He turned to Lola, sliding his other hand under her green-plaid skirt. "Nothing underneath either?"

"I got wet too," Lola whimpered.

"I can't believe you two. You come in here demanding I discipline another girl for breaking the dress code, while you're violating it yourselves. Unbelievable. Up--both of you."

He ordered the two schoolgirls around the desk and told them to bend forward, hands on the desk, legs spread a little, and their pert young asses strutting. With a swift tug he flipped both skirts up, exposing two glistening, neatly trimmed teenage pussies.

Standing between them, the headmaster caressed both their firm cheeks before letting his fingers trail downward. Both girls started moaning softly as he slid a middle finger between each of their moist slits, circling their holes and then moving upward until the fingertips reached their clits.

"We introduced a more liberal dress code to give you girls the fashion freedom you crave," he lectured, voice low. "But freedom comes with responsibility. Otherwise..." He drew his hands back and let them rest on their round buttocks. "Otherwise we have to punish you."

He raised one palm and brought it down--first on Florence's ass, then Lola's. Both girls shrieked.

"What are you doing?" Florence yelped. "You can't do that!"

"Of course I can," Edwards replied calmly, spanking them in steady alternation. The slaps weren't brutal, but they stung, and soon both sets of cheeks glowed red. "You broke the rules, and now you get punished. You don't want to be expelled, do you?"

"I'm telling my dad!" Florence sobbed. The spoiled heiress had never been spanked in her life.

"Go right ahead," the Headmaster said, delivering another firm smack. "In fact, I'll tell him myself. As one of our biggest donors, he's visiting Friday to get an update on the new policies. I've invited Bambi and the cheer squad to demonstrate how the relaxed dress code has boosted student... motivation. I'm sure he'll be very impressed."

"Ugh!" Florence clenched her jaw, realising there was nothing she could do. This was so humiliating, but still: every slap on her tight little rump made her pussy throb harder.

Edwards noticed too. The girls' whimpers were turning into lusty little cries, their slits getting wetter and shinier with every strike. Clearly, ordinary punishment wasn't having the intended effect. Time for stronger measures.

He reached for Lola's purse, ignoring her indignant protests, and quickly found the small bottle of skin oil he'd been hoping for.

"Keep the position," he ordered. He poured a generous stream of oil across Florence's firm cheeks and Lola's plush, meatier ones, then massaged it in with slow, circular movements.

"Oh, this is actually nice," thought Lola, as the headmaster gently rubbed the oil into her burning buttocks. Maybe the headmaster wasn't so bad after all. If she played nice, he might even let her join that meeting with Florence's dad. She had had a crush on him for a long time and would love to show him just how motivated the new dress code had made her.

Her pleasant train of thought was interrupted when suddenly she felt a thick oily middle finger pressing against her bumhole, then sliding inside.

"Sir! What are you doing?" she squealed.

"Just testing," Edwards said, twisting the digit deeper, stretching her ring with slow, deliberate turns. Lola had tried anal with her boyfriend before, but Jack had just shoved his pecker in dry and humped away. It had actually hurt, and she had decided anal was not for her. But this was completely different. The headmaster's movements were slow and controlled, the oil making everything slick and hot. Without thinking, her hand slipped between her legs; she found her swollen clit and started circling it with her fingertips.

Then came the unmistakable rasp of a zipper.

Something thicker and meatier pressed against her oiled back entrance. She glanced back and saw Edwards coating his fat cock with the last of the oil, the bulbous head pressing against her twitching hole.

"Sir--" she started, but the protest melted into a shaky moan as she instinctively wiggled her ass, inviting him in. He pushed forward; the purple crown popped past Lola's ring and suddenly the headmaster's cock was in the schoolgirl's ass.

The first few inches glided in easily thanks to the fingering, but as Edwards began to fuck her ass in earnest, going a little deeper with each thrust, the moaning teen had to reach out for her bestie's hand. He fucked her slow at first, then deeper, harder, until his hips smacked against her oily cheeks and every last inch was buried inside her.

Florence watched in stunned arousal, holding Lola's hand tight. There was her best friend, bent bare-assed over the headmaster's desk, getting relentlessly buttfucked while she herself stood red-cheeked and dripping beside them. Lola's lips were parted, her tongue sticking out, a mix of pain and bliss on her pretty face.

"How does it feel, Lo?" Florence whispered, the fingers of her free hand already circling her own clit.

"It hurts a little," Lola gasped, "but... fuck... it's so good. I didn't know it could feel this good..."

Edwards grinned, gave Florence's glowing ass another sharp slap that made her squeal, then slid his slick index finger straight into her virgin hole.

"Remember, Florence," he growled, slowly pumping the finger in and out of her tight little asshole, "you're next."

Edwards kept his thick cock buried in Lola's clenching ass, rocking slowly while his slick finger twisted deeper into Florence's virgin hole.

Florence squealed, thighs trembling. "Sir... please... not there..."

"Shh," he rumbled, pushing the finger all the way in. "Feel how tight you are. Imagine my cock stretching this perfect little ring."

"No... no, I--I can't," she whimpered, even as her her pussy drooled down her legs. Watching Lola take the headmaster's cock in her tight butt had her on fire, but the thought of that fat head forcing its way into her own untouched ass terrified her. "I have never... I'm not ready... please, sir..."

Lola moaned louder, pushing needily back onto Edwards's shaft. "Oh fuck... harder, sir... It's so good!"

Edwards groaned. "Hear that, Florence? Your best friend loves it. I am sure you will too!"

Florence bit her lip, eyes locked on the obscene sight of Lola's pink ring gripping the headmaster's glistening cock each time it pulled out. She needed to stop this before it was her turn.

"Sir," she panted, forcing the words out between gasps as his finger pumped steadily in her ass, "Millie... what about Millie?"

"I will punish you first, Florence. Then I will see to Millie," Edwards said, as he crooked his finger just enough to make Florence's back arch.

"But Sir... then you will miss her! Her last period ended twenty minutes ago, but Mr. Michaels told her to stay. I know they're... they're still in there. Millie in her little see-through uniform. She's the one who deserves your attention."

Edwards slowed, but didn't stop. His cock throbbed inside Lola; his finger gave one last twist inside Florence. "Millie," he mused.

Florence nodded frantically. "In her naughty, illegal see-through uniform! You will miss her! She might not even wear it tomorrow!"

Lola whined in protest, grinding back as her hand feverishly rubbed her clit. "Sir, don't stop... I'm almost--"

Edwards gave her ass a sharp slap that made her cry out. "Quiet, Lola. I'm thinking."

He looked between the two girls: Lola's plush cheeks rippling with every lazy thrust, Florence's tighter, red-spanked ass clenching around his single finger, her pretty face flushed with fear and desperate arousal.

He was pretty sure, from the way Florence acted, that she was an anal virgin, and that just made him want her more: to be the first to claim that spoiled heiress' tight young ass.

But the thought of walking in on little Millie in her transparent uniform, as she was getting some of Michaels' special attention... maybe even joining in... that was too delicious to pass up.

With a frustrated growl he slid his finger free of Florence's twitching hole and eased his cock out of Lola's gaping, oily ass with a wet pop.

Lola immediately collapsed forward onto the desk, shuddering. "No... please, Sir... I was so close..."

Edwards grinned. He grabbed Lola's meaty hips, spun her around, and lifted her legs in the air. Once again he shoved his fat headmaster-cock into her tight teen ass, but this time he simultaneously slid two fingers into her soaked pussy and finger-fucked her while rubbing her clit with his thumb.

In just seconds the experienced older man made the redhead student come. Lola whined, her back arching, her big freckled tits bouncing, as her body shook and trembled in a long, intense orgasm.

Edwards watched her twitch and sob as he retracted his cock and hand from the young girl. He leaned forward over the table, making Florence taste his fingers, wet with her bestie's juices, while resting his hard slippery cock on her buttock.

"See, Florence, it's not a bad punishment at all," he grinned.

"Not at all..." Lola panted.

"Millie...," Florence muttered, still with the headmaster's fingers in her mouth.

"Yes, Millie." Edwards thoughtfully slapped Florence's butt a few times, then tucked his rock-hard cock back into his trousers.

"I will go and see Millie now. Don't say I don't take my students' concerns seriously. But--" he gave Florence's ass one last smack with his hand "--don't think I'm finished with you, Florence. I will see you again tomorrow."

"Yes, Sir," Florence whimpered.

Edwards adjusted his tie and strode out of his office. The two violated schoolgirls stayed bent over the desk, red-assed and dripping, listening to the sound of his footsteps disappearing down the empty hallway.

***

"Oh no, I'm in trouble," Millie thought as Headmaster Edwards entered the classroom. She still had Mr. Michaels' big cock buried deep inside her, as she lay spread across the teacher's desk with her head hanging just off the edge. From this angle she could see the headmaster approaching, a sly smile on his lips.

"So, this is the infamous little Millie I've been hearing about all day," Headmaster Edwards said, looming over her. His groin hovered inches from her face; the enormous bulge straining against his trousers. He leaned down, brushing the sheer blouse with his fingertips, lightly pinching her hard rosebuds through the fabric. "The girl with the naughty uniform."

"Hello, Sir." There was a whimper in Millie's voice. Mr. Michaels was still fucking her slowly as the headmaster spoke.

"Hello, Millie." Edwards drew back slightly to meet her eyes. "What a sweet little thing you are. How have I never noticed you before?"

"I think it's the new uniform," Mr. Michaels said, still sliding in and out of her. "It really brings out the sweetness in her."

"Maybe that's it," the headmaster muttered, kneeling down to kiss Millie. He held the back of her head as he leaned in and pushed his tongue past her pink lips. Millie wasn't sure she really wanted to make out with him, but she was pretty defenseless between the two men, and he was the headmaster, so she hesitantly kissed back. Compliance felt like the best way to not get in trouble.

Having had his taste of Millie's young mouth, Edwards stood up again. "But the thing is," he said, unzipping his fly, "there have been complaints from some of the other girls about your rather creative new uniform. They say that it doesn't adhere to school regulations."

"But Sir," protested Millie, "I read the regulations thoroughly, and--"

She never finished. Edwards freed his rock-hard cock and fed it straight into her open mouth. He started slowly fucking the exposed schoolgirl's face while casually discussing her uniform with her teacher.

"I have to admit, it is an alluring outfit," he said, sliding in and out between Millie's stretched lips. "But nudity is not permitted."

"I know," Mr. Michaels replied, matching the headmaster's rhythm inside her pussy. "But I think it is a matter of interpretation. Her breasts are covered by the fabric. And she was wearing panties... earlier."

It felt as if Millie's pussy tightened as Mr. Michaels defended her. Her leg, still around his waist, pulled him deeper inside her. She felt so good.

"Millie is a very diligent student, and I am sure she has read the rules thoroughly," Mr. Michaels said, fucking Millie deep. "I think it would be unfair to reprimand her for making an extra effort and a bit of... creative interpretation..."

"I don't know..." Edwards glanced down. Millie had wrapped her small fingers around the base of his shaft and was eagerly bobbing her head in rhythm with his movements, while making small slurping sounds. She was indeed very diligent.

Gripping the back of her head, he leaned forward and eased deeper, the head of his cock nudging the entrance to her throat. She was so narrow.

Millie had never been with two men at once, and no one had ever fucked her mouth the way Headmaster Edwards did now. She'd spent the weekend secretly practicing on a cucumber, half-expecting something like this to happen, but when the headmaster's thick cock breached her throat, she still gagged hard. He pulled back, letting her cough and sputter.

"Not quite ready for that yet, are we?" he said with a smirk as Millie caught her breath. He rubbed his wet cock against her glistening lips, then pushed a little forward, letting his ball sack hover just over her mouth. As the obedient schoolgirl started to tickle his balls with her tongue and suck them into her mouth, one by one, Edwards enjoyed the sight of Michaels fucking her slender young body. Her glistening naked pussy looked so fucking tight and inviting.

He felt his cock throbbing and a tickle run up his spine. After already fucking Lola's tight ass earlier, he was right on the edge, and if little Millie continued like that, he would erupt like a fucking fountain over her.

"Sir, may I say something?" Millie gasped, pushing a soaked ball out of her mouth. She really needed to tell Mr. Edwards how she had read all the rules, and that her uniform definitely was within the school code.

But Mr. Edwards didn't care.

"No, you may not," he said, as he once again stuffed Millie's face and began to fuck the teen schoolgirl's mouth fast and ferociously. Saliva bubbled at the corners of her lips, spilling down her cheeks and chin.

"Fuck, Millie--your mouth feels too fucking good," he grunted as he felt his ejaculation approaching.

Millie felt it too as the headmaster's cock started to throb in her mouth.

"So... fucking... good..." Edwards rumbled as the first rope of cum shot straight down Millie's narrow throat. He pulled back, continuing to erupt into her little pink mouth, filling it with several shots of thick manjuice. There was so much, and she had to be careful that it didn't spill. A thread of cum seeped out of the corner of her mouth and trickled down her cheek.

With her head bent backwards, Millie looked up at the huffing Headmaster. Her open mouth was white with cum. Then she closed it.

And swallowed.

She opened up to show him that it was all gone, even sticking her tongue out.

"Very good, Millie," huffed the headmaster as he patted the teenage girl's cheek. He tugged his cock back into his pants. "I do think you made a very persuasive case for yourself. I will take it into consideration," he said with a smug smile.

"Please carry on, you two," he added, before leaving the classroom.

Mr. Michaels eased out of Millie, sensing she was upset, and came around the desk. He sat down next to her, giving her a little shoulder-hug.

"I'm sorry," the English teacher said quietly. "Edwards can be very... direct."

Millie sniffled, licking the last cum off her lips. She leaned into the teacher. "He's an asshole," she said, as her hand instinctively found its way down to his still rock-hard cock, sliding it slowly up and down the slippery shaft. She wasn't sure what upset her more--the headmaster's brutal throat-fucking or the fact he hadn't let her explain herself at all.

"Yeah," Mr. Michaels sighed. He brushed a stray lock of hair from her face. "Maybe we should just call it a day?"

"No!" Millie almost shouted. As her hand grabbed his cock harder, she looked at Mr. Michaels with wide, pleading brown eyes. "You made me come so hard, Sir. I want to make you come too!"

"You really don't have to, Millie," Mr. Michaels said, as he stroked the young girl's cheek.

"I want to, Sir," she whispered, as she took his thumb between her lips and sucked it gently.

Mr. Michaels exhaled, arousal flaring again as the horny little teen swirled her tongue around his thumb. "All right," he said, sliding his free hand between Millie's legs. "Do you want to sit on me?"

Millie hesitated. She would love to ride Mr. Michaels, but she still remembered watching Florence suck him off in class, and the burning jealousy she had felt. How she'd pictured him flooding that spoiled heiress's mouth with all his yummy cum.