Fluffy English teacher

Hey, what's up people. What I'm about to tell you happened 2 years ago, when I was in 11th grade. I had just turned 18. I was a slacker when it came to school: I often skipped classes, didn't do homework. At the same time, I was a pretty quiet guy and didn't get into trouble. Despite the skipping and homework, I could ace a test. Maybe that's exactly why the teachers liked me—every single one treated me with understanding and kindness, even my homeroom teacher.

That was a small prologue, and now let's get to the story.

Before 11th grade, I didn't like English because the teacher wasn't very competent and didn't explain the material well (It was easier

for me to learn it myself, which, by the way, I always did). But in 11th grade, we got a new teacher who was simply the ideal of pedagogy. She could find an approach to any student, she had a good sense of humor, and she truly loved her job, so the whole school loved her.

In my opinion, she looked wonderful too. Olga Anatolyevna was a curvy and very tall woman around 30-35 years old, she had very full legs, a wide butt, and big breasts. Her face was oval, she had big brown eyes and plump lips. She looked roughly like the woman in this photo:

In September, I dutifully went to school, occasionally skipping lessons, but by October-November I was already fed up and started skipping. Often. Very often. Our new teacher didn't like that.

So, after the first English lesson, I decided to skip the rest of the classes. I usually did this: I'd go to a toilet stall after the lesson and lock myself in there until the bell rang for the next class, and then I could calmly leave through the empty hallways, not afraid of being caught by a teacher or the vice-principal. So, opening the door, I was already heading towards the stairs to go down and sneak out through the back door, but suddenly the door to the teachers' toilet opened behind me. I slowly turned around and saw that very English teacher and realized I was in trouble. She stood there, looking at me disapprovingly, and I froze, waiting. After five seconds, she walked up to me and, looking down from above, said:

— "No, listen, this won't do. I understand you can learn everything yourself, but you can't skip school. I don't have time now, I'm late for a lesson, so come to my office today after school."

And yet, I left school. I wandered around the city for a few hours, listened to music, and thought about whether I should go to her at school after classes ended or not. On one hand, I had already heard enough from teachers and parents about skipping and my careless attitude towards studies, but on the other hand, I wanted to hear what the best teacher I had ever met thought about it. Yes, I went after all, and not in vain.

— "You've covered the human reproductive system in biology, right?"

— "Yes, I understand what you're talking about."

— "It's completely normal that I do this, everyone does it, but still, I wouldn't want anyone to find out about it. You won't tell anyone, will you?" — At that moment, I was looking at her shirt. There was a wet spot on the left side. Apparently, she wiped her hand on it in a hurry. That aroused me. I told her:

— "Well, I don't even know..." — After this ambiguous phrase, her eyes widened and fear was visible in them. She was clearly very scared, as she came up to me and, putting an arm around my shoulder, began to plead:

— "I beg you, if rumors start about me, I could lose my job. What do you want? I can give you an A for the year."

— "Why would I need that if I can get an A on my own?" — I already knew what I wanted, but I didn't want to tell her directly, as something made me shy.

— "What can I do for you?" — She sat me down on that very couch, sat next to me, put her hand on my knee, and then I realized she wanted the same thing I did.

While I sat there thinking about how to present this vulgar proposal, she started moving her hand higher. I was about to tell her, but she had already reached my cock and started massaging it through my pants. Apparently, there was no need to say anything anymore, so I just enjoyed it.

I wanted to kiss her or lift her skirt and masturbate her, but because I hadn't been intimate with girls (Let's be honest, I didn't have a girlfriend at all) I was too shy to do it. But she, seeing how hesitant I was, took my hand and placed it on her ample breasts. She unbuttoned my pants and, pulling them and my underwear down, lowered her hand to my cock and started masturbating me. It didn't even take ten seconds before I came, and she, aiming my cock towards herself, leaned over and started moaning arousingly, taking the semen on her chest.

When she stood up, a bit of semen dripped from her shirt onto her skirt. I wanted her, and she was looking at me and my cock, which was still hard, with arousal. I couldn't bring myself to suggest having sex, but it wasn't necessary, as she lifted her skirt and placed my hand on her wet panties. I started massaging her vagina, and she just whimpered and bit her lower lip. Then I decided to slip my hand under her panties. Doing so, I felt her soft, plump labia; they were soaked with juices that were flowing from her like streams, she was so aroused. I spread her vagina open and felt her warm, tight little hole. I slid my finger in there, and she gasped and grabbed my hand. No, she didn't want me to remove it; she pressed it harder, and with her other hand, she started unbuttoning her shirt. The tops of her breasts were exposed, encased in a tight gray bra. She pulled her breasts out of the bra one by one without taking it off. She had huge breasts, size 5-6, with large, plump pinkish nipples. She took one breast in her hand and started touching her nipple. I inserted a second finger into her and started fucking her, picking up speed. After a few seconds, she got goosebumps, moaned loudly, and her strong legs started trembling. She kissed me.

We sat back, closing our eyes for about ten minutes. I pulled my fingers out of her vagina and slowly massaged her clitoris, when suddenly she leaned over and whispered to me:

— "Do you want me?"

I answered her just as quietly:

— "Yes."

She got up from the couch and sat on the floor in front of me. She took my cock in her hand and brought her head to it, and her tits touched my legs. At first, she just rubbed it over her lips, cheeks, chin, but then she took it in her mouth. Amazing sensations. Her warm, soft, wet tongue moved back and forth over the cock. She started taking it deeper and deeper, and finally her chin touched my balls, and her eyes started to water. She swallowed the cock completely; the head touched her throat. I couldn't last even five minutes and came right in her mouth. She swallowed everything.

After that, she turned around and took off her skirt

and, grabbing the waistband of her panties on both sides, started slowly pulling them off without bending her legs, so that when she got them down, I saw all her charms: the ring of her anus and her vagina. Her head turned and she looked at me with a smile, slowly backing up. When she reached me, she sat her plump butt on me. She lifted herself a little, took my cock in her hand, and started rubbing it over her anus and vagina. She licked two fingers on her other hand and started rubbing saliva onto the cock. Finally, she guided it into herself and sat down on it. She sat on it for a few seconds and started slowly rocking back and forth and bouncing a little. She moaned softly and kneaded her breast with her hand. At that moment, I felt free, grabbed her waist, and started sort of lifting her on my cock. After a few minutes, I felt things were nearing completion and stopped her. She stood up, immediately sat on the couch, and said:

— "Come on my chest, please" — The last word was said with

I knelt with my knees on either side of her legs, and she took off her bra and took her tits from below, lifting them to the level of my crotch. She lubricated my cock with her saliva and pulled me closer to her. She squeezed the cock between her breasts and I started fucking them until I came on her tits, just as she asked. Meanwhile, she was masturbating her pussy, and after ten seconds, she came too. She cried out loudly and trembled all over. She started licking the semen off her breasts and sucking her nipples.

Suddenly she said:

— "Do you want me in the ass?"

I nodded approvingly, as I couldn't say anything.

She took off her shirt, which was covered in semen, her bra, and got on her knees on the couch, leaning her chest against its back, and with her hands spread her buttocks apart. She opened up before me in all her glory. Her large anus was clenching and unclenching, and drops were dripping from her vagina, streaming down her thick little legs. She said:

— "This isn't my first anal sex, but still, better stretch my hole with your finger first."

I got on my knees so her butt was in front of my face and, placing my hands on her hips, I buried myself between her buttocks. I licked her ass, penetrated her anus and vagina with my tongue, while she bit the soft upholstery of the couch and moaned with arousal. I gave her ass one last lick and reached my hand towards her face. I put two fingers in her mouth, and she greedily sucked them. When I pulled them out, they were covered in saliva that dripped onto her back. I pressed my wet fingers to her hole, which started pulsating. At first, I slowly made circles, lubricating her around it, but then I pressed and one of my fingers suddenly entered her. I inserted a second one and started fucking her ass with them. I pulled my fingers out and stood up, then directed my cock towards her ass and placed it against the slightly opened hole. I pressed on the cock and it started slowly entering Olga Anatolyevna. It was already halfway in, and she was screaming, either from pain or pleasure, it was hard to tell. I lay on top of her and grabbed her breasts with my hands, starting to fuck her slowly, gradually speeding up. Soon I felt I was about to come, and I was about to let her know, when suddenly Olga Anatolyevna said:

— "Come right in my ass, come on."

I sped up and fucked her very fast, making her scream so loudly it seemed the whole school would come running. She started jerking and goosebumps ran over her body; she came. I started releasing my seed right into her ass, thrusting my cock in jerks, filling her with semen. We sank down onto the couch together, embracing. We sat like that for about 10 minutes, until the bell brought us back to sobriety.

I just gathered my things and left then. For the year, she still gave me an A, despite the fact that it should have been a B and that I continued skipping even after such a "Talk."

And yes, we often had sex. When she wanted it, she would say, "We need to talk about your skipping, come to my office after school."

Conclusion:

Don't smoke and wash your hands after using the toilet.