"It's so unfair," the girl complained. "She picks on Ava so much, it's terrible."
Laura nodded. "She's just jealous of her huge tits. I mean, even an angel would be jealous of those beachballs."
They both grimaced as they watched Ava get yelled at again as she struggled to type and move around her enormous beachball-sized breasts. Mrs Mounds gave the girl no sympathy, however, instead, her eyes were fixed on the immense orbs. Too big to fit in any bra, Ava's inch-long nipples stuck out hard from her soft, baggy t-shirt.
"I'm sorry," she sniffled. "But I can't help it, Miss!" She tried to desperately pull down her cock from where it rested between her mountains, leaking precum as it poked through the plunging neckline of her shirt.
Ah, so that's what it was about, Laura thought. Even though the rest of the class was also drooling at her teacher, it was always Ava who bore the real brunt of Mrs Mounds' wrath.
"Don't make me give you a detention again, Miss Owens," Mrs Mounds threatened, though her hands were now coming to play at her own, woefully small tits, compared to Ava's at least.
"You know, I bet Mrs Mounds is only so harsh on Ava for getting hard because she secretly wishes it was her cock between those boobs," Laura muttered. "In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if that's what they did in detention."
She watched as Ava turned in her seat, leaning over so the angel could get the best look at her bountiful tit-flesh. "Oh no, Mrs Mounds," she drawled sultrily. "I would hate to have to do another detention. After school, all alone, completely at your mercy..."
"Right, that's it, you're getting double detention, Miss Owens. See me after class, at lunch, and make sure you come for the extra session after school."
Ava smirked, and pushed up her breasts surreptitiously, coyly raising an eyebrow. "I'll be waiting."
As hypnotised by Ava's breasts as she was, Mrs Mounds was soon snapped out of it by the bell ringing to signal the end of class and the start of lunch. As Laura packed her things away, she couldn't help but watch as Ava sashayed her way over to the teacher's desk, unbuttoning her shirt as she did so.
A thought struck Laura. If she was quiet, she'd have no problem staying at the back and watching Ava's 'detention'. Then again, she did really want to have lunch with her friends...