Jane continues her immoral conquest. Contains sexual content and language!

Gwen was on Jane's case, not that she was mad or anything but the young blonde was very pushy about knowing her secret to getting these wild girls to behave.

"I let it slip to my dad."

"WHAT?"

"Sorry," Gwen said, gritting her teeth innocently, Jane did the same only she was on the verge of blowing a blood vessel, "But I think he was suspecting something was up, the fact he hasn't heard anything about drugs in the washrooms or fights in the halls."

"Very well, thanks I guess...," she had no time to finish that thought, Gwen hugged her nice and tight, it was then she got a good whiff of the teenager's hair and perfume.

"I'm so glad you came here, I never thought there would be any change. You're so inspiring, Miss Foster!"

Jane didn't pay much attention to what the excited girl was going on about, she was thinking about what she could do to get her in the sack. 'Should I really seduce Gwen? She might get turned off, she could rat you out and you'll lose your job for sure, your entire career, everything you worked hard for down the drain...but that ASS!'

"Oh, he wants to see you."

"Now?"

"Yeah, I think you really surprised him!"

'Oh you poor girl, you really do look up to me don't you?'

"Say, is that girl MJ in?"

"Oh, are you going to use the same method on her next?" Gwen giggled.

Jane maintained herself with a small smile, "Yes, that's my plan."

"Not sure, she might be I can check."

That mystery girl sure was getting to her, she wasn't even sure what she looked like. Jane parted to go and see Principal Stacey, she was nervous and maybe a little anxious about what he'd ask. She tried looking as innocent as she could, she felt a little unclean, a target or something on her back walking to the office.

"Miss Foster! Please," Principal Stacey motioned to the seat in front of her, Jane sat down and really overdid it with a grin, "Gwen's been talking a lot about you."

"Oh? I hope it's all good, Principal Stacey, sir."

"I'm not sure what it is you told those girls but in just a few weeks they've improved," he chuckled, flipping through page files on the girls, "Behavior for sure, grades haven't bumped up much."

"Well, I am doing my best, sir."

"Hell, Jane, I'd think you were some kind of witch if you could get any of them to get beyond a D, the fact they're all getting along and you haven't run out of here pulling your hair out must mean you have a bigger backbone than I thought."

Jane wasn't sure how to take that but liked the idea of being taken more seriously finely, "Well I can see you've underestimated me."

"So what's your secret?" He said, in a firm tone; his eyes were looking inside her, she felt like she was being interrogated, a squeamish feeling taking over in the pit of her stomach.

"Oh, well no secret I just listen to to them, see what's bothering them," she saw Gwen's picture on his desk again, so forbidden but all she could think about was stealing it for herself when he wasn't looking.

"They seem to trust you," he said, playing blindly with his pen.

"It...wasn't easy," she said, hesitant.

"I'd say they found their teacher. Maybe some day you'll make them C+ students."

"With all do respect sir I don't think they apply themselves enough but I'll change that soon. I know it sounds ridiculous but I think I'm not the one teaching them they're the ones teaching me."

He flipped to a file on one of the students, when Jane caught a glimpse of it she cringed, it was Natasha Romanoff, "This girl is still an outsider, have you had the chance to talk to her yet?"

"Uh..."

"I think she could use whatever it is you did to put the other girls in line."

"Yes, well, sir, Natasha might take some time...I was interested in having a little one on one with the one they call MJ?"

Principal Stacy folded his hands on the desk, "Natasha first."

No arguing, it was done; she only now realized she should have listened to his advice on the first day and packed something.

"You sleeping with any of them?"

Jane froze, she thought this was it, someone must've blabbed, but then he laughed, forcing Jane to muster up a natural laugh as well.

"You got me, sir!" Jane laughed, hands up in the air to surrender playfully.

Gwen walked past Darcy and Sue, both girls were talking friendly by their lockers, no knives pulled out or anything, it was so strange, they even waved to her. Gwen was so distracted by them she almost crashed into Gamora and Nebula, "Ah, sorry I...," she looked down and saw their hands holding onto each other, she didn't have a clue what was going on there so she continued to advance down the hall.

She almost crashed into a short redheaded girl swaying her hips down the hall, "Watch it!"

"MJ?"

Mary Jane Watson was back to school, her tight jeans hugging her so much a muffin top formed and a black G-string could be seen, it was bad enough you could see quite a bit of her stomach and belly button piercing.

"Gwen? Shouldn't you be out of this shit hole by now?"

Gwen ignored her, "Miss Foster was asking about you."

"Who?" The girl looked so insulted, of course she wouldn't know who their new teacher was since she hadn't been to class but she said this as if it were the most repulsive name she ever heard.

"The new teacher."

MJ laughed, "Wait that newbie? She's still alive?"

Gwen sneered, "Yup and she's cleaning up around here, looks like she'll be having a one on one with you soon."

MJ scoffed, "We'll just see about that!"

She nudged Gwen aside and continued to the washroom where she must have expected either Gamora or Nebula to be.

Jane didn't want to use her boring old classroom again she decided to change up the location yet again this time in the old teacher's lounge that wasn't being used for anything other than storage. A stained sofa, table, broken down coffee maker and the refrigerator that wouldn't stop humming. Jane watched Natasha the whole way, she was going to have to do a pat down before they sat down.

"I swear I do not carry knife at school," Natasha said in her thick accent, "I leave home, I only use on nails and cutting apple."

Jane was careful frisking her, Natasha emptied her pockets and felt her back, stomach, waist, pant legs and back pockets; she did grope her ass but this was a reflex, a reflex that Jane realized could get her in trouble.

"You may take a seat, Miss Romanoff," Jane was at least relived that if she made a move and the girl wasn't having it she wouldn't shank her.

Natasha put her feet up on the table, brand new Nike's that could have been knock offs, "Not on the table."

Natasha put them down on the floor and gave Jane her undivided attention. Jane had the intimidating girl's file folder in hand, she was trying to think of what she could do to seduce this one and then it hit her, it was fiendish and could be a lot to risk but it was too fun to pass up, "Miss Romanoff, I'm looking at your papers and I've noticed there's no breast exam."

"B-reast e-xam?"

"Yes, I thought you would have one on your file."

Natasha was confused, "Is that required?"

"Yes, see normally when women from other countries such as yourself enter the US they are required an exam..."

"Does that mean I would have to be sent back?"

"Oh, no, not at all," Jane laughed off her concerns, "But it is very important."

"I have to go to hospital?"

"No that's quite alright in fact we could do it right now," she smiled, enjoying the sight of Natasha's blue eyes get wider.

"You mean here? In this room? With you?"

"Why, yes, Natasha, we're both girls aren't we?"

"True," Natasha said, pondering this over.

"You're a very beautiful girl and I want to make sure you're healthy. It wouldn't take long, I would just need to be very thorough," she raised an eyebrow sensually when she said thorough.

Natasha did find her smile reassuring, she did trust her but she felt a bit insecure taking her breasts out in front of a teacher, "Hm, I'm not sure..."

"If you want I can take my top off too," Jane said without a sign of joking, Natasha was enticed, "If that will make you more comfortable."

Natasha smirked, she thought she was only being friendly, going above and beyond to help her, "OK. I feel so scared, I am not like the other girls."

"If it makes you feel any better, Natasha, all of you girls make me look flat chested by comparison."

This made her laugh, at least she was relaxed enough to do what she was told. Jane unbuttoned her top and let Natasha see the blue bra she had on underneath, it looked like it was working, the girl from Russia might do her the honor of letting her see hers and maybe more. Natasha finely took her shirt off, she looked huge, you could have almost mistaken her bra for being double padded.

"Well, I guess we should get this show on the road," Jane shrugged, unhooking her bra, letting her breasts bounce free; Natasha looked taken aback by her even though her size was smaller than hers, maybe they weren't as perky. Jane licked her lips expecting a good show, something to really spark her imagination. She offered to assist Natasha in taking her bra off but it looked like she had it, she was a strong girl, she dropped her bra on the desk and Jane's eyes bugged out of her sockets like a cartoon. Natasha's breasts had to be almost as big as Darcy's, they rested on the table like they were ready for a meal.

"How do they look?" Natasha continued in her thick accent.

Jane needed to clear her throat, "Quite lovely."

She was taking so long just looking at them that Natasha felt the needed to say something, "Miss Foster? You going to exam them?"

"What?" Jane felt like she was shaken out of a dream about two supple and perfect breasts with pink nipples, "Oh, right. I will have to grope them...I mean feel them up...uh...I mean touch them."

"Oh ok," Natasha lifted them up in both hands toward her sweet teacher.

Jane gulped, "That's alright you can leave them on the table," she stopped herself from laughing when she said this. Jane caressed both breasts gently with her fingertips, she filled her hands with the soft flesh and felt wet just hearing the young woman's gasp. Jane massaged them, so heavy and soft, she wondered what she could get away with, she realized that Natasha was no hardened criminal the other girls were just being mean to her, she had no friends for a reason.

"How does that feel?" Jane asked her in a serious tone.

Natasha closed her eyes and breathed, "Good. Do they feel good to you?"

"Yes...my you must be quite proud. So soft wow."

Natasha smiled, she wasn't used to being flattered, "So I am healthy?"

"There's just a couple things I want to try," Jane said this like she was a dominatrix, Natasha nodded at her. Jane shoved her face between Natasha's breasts and motorboated them, making the noise and everything.

Natasha laughed, "Miss Foster?"

"Oh, sorry, Natasha, see it's custom in America to worship such large breasts."

"Oh?"

"Yes. I know it might seem strange but it's all part of the process."

"Does this mean I can do this to you?"

Jane smiled, this was going to be more fun than she thought, "Of course, Natasha."

Jane sucked on her breasts, continuing her 'Mandatory duty' including flicking her hard red nipples with her tongue, "It's important that I make them nice and shiny."

"That feels so nice of you," Natasha shuddered.

"Now how about we check out the rest of your body."

"Oh?" Natasha's eyebrows flexed, maybe this was arousing suspicion but she was more than curious to see where this was headed.

"Yes, I think it would be the right thing to do. I should make sure you are nice and healthy. If you don't mind of course."

"Go ahead, Miss Foster," Natasha said with a sparkle in her eye, "I want you to check everything."

Natasha undressed, letting her clothes fall into a neat pile. Jane took in every inch of her beauty and got her to bend over the table to get a look at that hot backside, Jane didn't know what to do first so she squeezed her large pale cheeks and massaged them, "Very nice, Miss Romanoff, such good responses." Natasha felt Jane's wet lips touch her backside, "Sorry I must worship you."

"Yes," Natasha continued, "Worship me, Miss Foster."

She licked the crack of her ass causing Natasha to laugh, Jane even gave her a light spank, "My tongue is also a thermometer."

Natasha gasped when she stuck her tongue in her ass but it felt so good, Jane had one finger test her pussy, it was so hot and wet it was begging for her tongue. SHe moved Natasha around and told her to spread her legs for the most important examination of all. Natasha held onto Jane's head as she slipped her tongue into her hot pink slit.

"Oh! Oh yes!" Natasha cried, she started saying something in Russian, Jane had no clue what it was but it sounded hot so she continued until Natasha squirted in her face.

Next of course the girl wanted to do everything Jane did, she felt up Jane's breasts in her strong hands, "Been a while since my breasts were worshipped she grinned."

Natasha was rougher massaging her goods, she liked to bite which was exciting, made things more daring than her other encounters. Natasha was more of an ass girl than her and she was stronger so she could lift Jane up onto the table and lied her down to eat her out; she spread her cheeks like she was digging into a present. She went crazy for Jane's medium by comparison ass.

With Natasha now on her knees ready to use her tongue like a thermometer, now and looking up at her with those sweet eyes, Jane held her red curled hair as the exchange student gave her oral pleasure. Jane tossed her head back, this might have been the best so far, she was almost afraid she might squirt all over this girl's face, not that she wouldn't enjoy it. She wanted to last longer but the more Natasha stared at her with hungry eyes the more her body was ready to give.

"I'm going to cum! You know what that means, Natasha?" Natasha nodded, "Good. It's going to be a lot and I want you to swallow it all." Natasha's eyes widened, she was defiantly happy to hear this, she wanted this it was all Jane could ask. "Here I cum! AH! AH!" Natasha swallowed all of her juices, Jane helped her stand up, "Here let me taste you." Jane kissed Natasha, tasting how good she was; Jane wasn't finished, she wanted more and knew Natasha did too, she got her to lie on her side up on the table. Jane got behind Natasha, fingering each others' pussies, they squirted together, cumming simultaneously moaning together as one, even when it was over that redheaded Russian wasn't finished with her, she kissed Jane all over.

"Miss Foster...Can we do this again?"

Jane smiled with pride, "Yes, of course, Natasha, we'll just keep this our little secret."

She kissed her again on the table realizing this was the start of a beautiful friendship.

To be continued...