Mia and Carmen - Divide And Conqure

 This story was written entirely by an English-speaking reader who wishes to remain anonymous.

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The chalk stopped squeaking on the slate board and the excellently shaped woman's body turned to face the students.

“Any questions, class?” Mrs. Jenner asked.

Mia quickly raised her right hand. In seconds her sleeve filled with tanned, rock hard muscle, ripping the strained fabric of her cotton blouse. Several classmates laughed, one gave a wolf whistle, and several fell into stunned silence.

Mia dropped her big arm instantly, which only increased her embarrassment. Her wide lat muscles flaring like the neck hood of a king cobra. Her shoulders broadened and her embarrassment expanded even more. Now the torn shirt stretched until the fabric scarcely could span her chest, revealing her marvelous size to all eyes around her. It wasn't just her enormous muscles that were getting attention; everyone could see the incredible changes taking place in her body.

The pretty algebra teacher felt a bit of perspiration form on her forehead. Then the bell rang.

“All right, class dismissed! Except for you, Mia. You stay after class for that performance,” Mrs. Jenner frowned.

“Get out! Out! Everybody out! Except you, Mia.”

The naive and innocent Mia couldn’t comprehend why her pretty teacher seemed to be addressing her with a certain tension.

"Now wait a minute," Mia said, confused. "What did I do?" she asked.

Mrs. Jenner turned to her desk and rolled her eyes at the girl's naivety. Then she swung back toward the student with a ruler in hand, as if she was about to slap her wrist.

"You know how you are doing so poorly with your fractions? Well, when I tried to teach you this new problem, you didn't even bother trying to solve it!" Mrs. Jenner looked very angry now.

"You just kept looking out the window over here, looking at the girls’ sports team! That is why you don't get the right answer! Because all of your focus isn't on getting the correct answer!"

It was true. Mia did enjoy watching her teammates exercising their very fit bodies. Well, they had a nice appearance and Mia was studying how they looked. She inspected how they dressed, showing some qualities and concealing others, because she was becoming much more muscular. Teenage girls always try to look their best, so what was wrong with that? Besides, Mrs. Jenner snuck a lot of ogling looks out the window, too, especially when the girls stripped off in warm weather.

Mia blushed deeply and started to apologize. "I'm sorry," the pretty girl said meekly. "I guess what I did was wrong. But I really didn't know."

Mrs. Jenner let her arms drop slowly by her sides as she glared down at the young girl before her.

“Too bad, Mia! You wanted to go to lunch with all your girlfriends, right? Well, you can’t! I own you, you go nowhere without me, and you will not graduate without me! I don’t care how hot you are. I mean, how sorry you are!” Mrs. Jenner’s face turned red.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Jenner.”

The teacher huffed and slapped the ruler on Mia’s desktop.

“Well, now you will give me your full concentration. In my class students pay attention to me, not you!”

That was partially true. The students always looked at Mia's swollen sleeves and were all captivated by her sheer size. Most had never seen anything like this before! Even the math nerds were beginning to be distracted by the wonderful ways Mia’s body was changing. Mrs. Jenner herself, who dressed in tight clothes and was considered the prettiest teacher in the huge school district, had been finding herself increasingly preoccupied.

"Now get rid of that stupid look on your face," she said as she rolled up her sleeve revealing a slender upper arm.

Mia blushed again. "Yes, Mrs. Jenner."

“You seem to care about showing off those, uh, rather remarkable arms of yours in class. Well, we will use that to teach you some rather basic math. Hold up your arm and make a bicep!” she commanded.

"Bicep!" Mia cried out proudly. Mia lifted the huge muscle from her right arm until the sinewy bicep stood erect, imposing and thick. She had been bulking up with new muscle all year.  Despite the torn sleeve, she was happy with her muscles and strength.

Mrs. Jenner came to her side and grasped the bicep, caressing her firm flesh. It would be so easy for such a thing to happen…she could feel her lips parting as she stared down at the young girl beneath her eyes, then kiss her passionately while touching every inch of her body...

She chased the invading daydream from the top of her mind and cleared her throat.

“S-so, ehrm, mathematics is the study of numbers, a very important skill in daily life.”

“I know,” Mia smiled. “Before school this morning I had 90 minutes with the weights in our garage and I benched 108 kilos!”

Mrs. Jenner paused for a long moment and licked her lower lip. “Well. Yes. Indeed.” She gulped hard. "What did you think about when you bench pressed that weight?" she asked. She knew the answer; everyone else was thinking about it!

"I thought about how great my body looked!"

"And did you measure your muscles, after you were done lifting the weight?"

"I felt them everywhere," Mia answered truthfully. And suddenly she understood what Mrs. Jenner wanted. The young girl smiled up at her, happy to oblige. "My arms and shoulders, chest, stomach… everywhere." She shrugged her wide shoulders as best she could while still holding up her biceps like an iron bar. "Why? Are there problems with that?"

Mrs. Jenner sighed heavily before answering. It took every ounce of willpower for her not to take advantage of this innocent girl who has the biggest muscles in the school district. She held back a smile when Mia flexed both of those incredible muscles in front of her eyes. Mrs. Jenner tried hard to keep from thinking about all the things she would love to do to these amazing young limbs, even though it was clear she was getting hornier by the minute.

“Well now Mia, we shall take the measurements of your arm in mathematical terms. She held the 30cm ruler against Mia’s arm, trying to study its size and thickness. She held it diagonally, measuring the width across Mia's forearm. Then, just as quickly, she switched to Mia's upper arm. Finally, she moved the ruler around the circumference of Mia's bicep, an awkward process. Many lessons in Mrs. Jenner’s class proceeded at a rapid tempo, but the teacher did this at a snail’s pace.

"How many centimeters does it have?"

"I don't know," Mia said shyly. "It feels big."

Mrs. Jenner licked her lips again; they were beginning to get quite moist. "It certainly is."

She took a calming breath. “I would estimate the diameter is 30 centimeters.”

“Oh?” said Mia, uncertain. She sounded a bit disappointed.

“That’s the distance across the circle of your upper arm, through its center.”

Mia looked more confused.

“Now lets use math to determine the circumference. Your arm is not a perfect circle, so we won’t multiply times pi.”

Mia looked at her pretty teacher as if the woman had stepped off a flying saucer.

“That’s 3.14, Mia.”

“Well, I wasn’t flexing, you see. Maybe if I…”

“Hush now and listen.” She guided her student through some basic logic, patiently. She stood behind and put one hand on Mia’s broad shoulder to give her a bit of encouragement. Mia couldn’t see where Mrs. Jenner’s other hand was, but the teacher’s signature lavender perfume seemed to have added a new fragrance with little hints of salt and musk.

She led Mia through simple ideas she could grasp. When they reached a bridge she couldn’t cross, the teacher took her ruler back to her desk and brought out a cloth tape measure.

"I am ready,” Mia announced happily. The tape measure was one of her best friends.

Mrs. Jenner moved very close, keeping her hands well away from any contact with her young student's enormous arms or shoulders. She smiled at Mia as she took a seat beside her. All sweet innocence, the girl lifted herself and slid her chair next to Mrs. Jenner’s so their faces were level with each other’s.

Mrs. Jenner used the tape measure to determine Mia's bicep circumference. The tape proved to be long enough to fully encircle the magnificent muscle.

“And the distance around your rather amazing arm is…”

Distracted, Mrs. Jenner was forgetting what gender she was.

“Wait, wait,” Mia requested. She pumped and tensed and forced fresh blood through her vascular veins for 30 seconds as Mrs. Jenner watched speechless. “Okay, go!” she smiled.

She pulled the tape around tight and Mia flexed still harder, the expansion snapping the band out of her hand. Mrs. Jenner put it in place carefully again and read the measurement.

“Ohhh my-”

She could feel herself trembling with excitement. Oh please. Oh holy mother of God. Must touch her.

“I, uh. Whew, wow. It says 42 … point, er … 55 centimeters.” She felt the weight of Mia's huge arm in her hand. She thought about how easily the limb would break bones or crush a skull if used as a weapon. A surge of adrenaline made her nipples stiffen under her blouse.

“Really? Really?” Mia wrapped both large arms around her pretty teacher, then kissed her tenderly. Their tongues met for the first time. Mrs. Jenner felt pink hearts flying in circles around her head like butterflies as Mia started making passionate girly noises into her mouth.

After a few seconds of kissing, Mrs. Jenner saw that Mia’s nipples were as hard as her own.

Mia saw it as well. “Look what you did, teach!” she said with a half-suppressed laugh.

Mrs. Jenner had a panic attack.

“How dare you! You need to be punished for such misbehavior!”

Mia, now a volcano of horny and eager teen hormones, was having none of it. She dropped her tartan schoolgirl skirt and pulled Mrs. Jenner’s blouse open, causing two buttons to fly off.

"You have been a very naughty girl, haven't you, little one?" Mia teased, her voice low and sweet. She worked on making her cum as many times as possible. Mrs. Jenner surrendered to waves of orgasmic bliss, writhing in excitement, screaming and begging for mercy.

Mrs. Jenner had no choice but to accept it all. She had never given in to such pleasure, not once during her long years on the dating circuit, and certainly not in her marriage to the coach of the boy’s sports team. She was a horny mess of a woman. She came and came again until she nearly reached her limit.

“I’ll flunk you!”

Mrs. Jenner grabbed the ruler off her desktop and gave Mia a spanking on her bare buttocks. It was gentle and rather exciting discipline rather than harsh punishment.

“You will have to repeat the year.”

Mia kissed her breasts and licked her nipples wet, her tongue proving itself as powerful as her legendary musculature. Holding her shoulders, Mia pushed her teacher back across the desk and mounted her, humping her until the lovely instructor convulsed.

“I want you in my class forever!” she blurted out. “Oh stop. It’s too good. It’s so good. No. God no. I can’t cum so much. You’re so good. Oh God. Ahhh! So many times. Ohhh!”

The bell sounded again, signaling the beginning of classes again after noon.

“Can’t a woman fuck in peace?” she shouted.

She clamped her mouth with her palm, her breath stuttering as she tried to remain quiet. Mia kept humping, sending her off to the next euphoric wave. She felt weak and dizzy. Spent, her limbs flopped as she lay motionless on the desktop, her body numb.

Mia’s platonic friend Carmen was the first student to enter the classroom. The mostly naked teacher was snoring and babbling.

“Wow, you really did Mrs. Jenner,” she said with a clear, quiet whistle.

“Yeah,” said Mia, pumped up huge and hard. “It was a pretty intense workout.”

“Hmmpf. You seem to be pretty good at this.”

She grabbed an official note and pen from the tool drawer and wrote “FAMILY EMERGENCY. CLASS CANCELLED.” She taped it to the front of the door, locked it from inside and pulled the roller shade down on the window to block the view.

“I’m mad at you,” Carmen said. “We were going to hang out tonight and you’ve already had sex today.”

Mia was rather ashamed and embarrassed. “Just eleven times.”

“You had better sneak out the window and run home for a shower. You smell like panties,” Carmen said in an annoyed, critical tone.

Mia collected her things and stuffed them in her backpack. She pulled a heavy window frame open, slipped through the crack and dropped a floor to the athletic field, squatting low and running like a sprinter. Halfway to the distant street, she turned around to face the school and waved goodbye to Carmen, running all the while.

Carmen was still a bit mad at Mia, and she was too jealous for words against Mrs. Jenner. She peeked out the window shade and prepared to tiptoe out to the hall when she saw a pair of sporty spandex boyshorts on the floor. She sniffed them. Mia's for sure. With a grumbling sigh she shoved them into her shoulder bag. She would wash them for Mia to collect tonight. But she had a few ideas about how to use them before that.