As usual, I was facing the same old problem in class. An hour ago I just got praised by my chemistry teacher that I had done well for his subject, and right now thereâs another teacher standing in front of my desk, reprimanding me for not studying, and even not paying attention during her lesson. Not that I minded at all. I was too focused in staring at her boobies, to realise she actually asked me a question.
That startled me, and I looked into her eyes.
âKevin are you even listening? Detention for you until 4pm!â Ms Quekâs angelic voice sounded across the room. Had she been scolding me all these while? I had no idea. My closest friends were shaking their heads, never understanding why I had such contrasting attitudes towards different teachers, while the rest probably just mocking at me.
I had never been the out-spoken one in class, but I know that Iâm trying my best for every subject, even mathematics, the one and only subject I get scolded for. Itâs not that I donât know whatâs going on, but it seems like precious time that I can spend with Ms Quek would shorten if I do well. No more remedials, no more scoldings, and even no more detention. I wouldnât want that.  And today, I succeeded once again in pissing  her off right in the start of her lesson by telling her I didnât do her work. Topping that off my previous class test that she had finished marking a day ago, had been horrible. 0/20Â
As she walked away in disappointment, I smirked to myself in the corner of the class where I was sitting. The lesson continued, and as usual, she was too focused in her teaching to even notice that Iâve been staring at her body throughout. This isnât the first time she is teaching us obviously, but I just canât seem  to get enough, especially since her petite figure is only clad in a black singlet and a denim skirt. I loved how her breasts seemed to be constraint in this tight outfit such that her melons were being squeezed up all the way. Her cleavage were clearly showing, and never would I believe no one else other than me were drooling over that sexy piece of meat.
She isnât that tall, 5 ft 4 in my view, but that was my dream type of height for an Asian girl. How perfect could she get. With that innocent face of an elementary student, but with the curves of a milf, who could stand it?
I was focusing on every movement she made, how the muscles of her hands flexed whenever she wrote something on the whiteboard, how the fats below her armpits swung around the slightest bit, how her chest rose up and down with each breath she took. Even every expression she made, regardless whether it was her smiling or being serious. I felt it was sexy, cute, perfect. This probably isnât the first time Iâm using the word perfect on her, but they make sense in every way.
I was still looking at her when she said,â Raise you hands to answer questions!â while smiling at the class. She imitated the action and raised hers.Â
âFuck.â I softly cursed, taken aback by how white, shaven her armpit was. The way she smiled to the class⊠it was as if asking if anyone wanted to lick it. Dang, I would lick it all day if you let me.
Time flies, her lesson was about to end soon. Throughout the lesson, she probably caught me staring at her more than once, just like any other days, showing me the expression of curiosity. Her eyes seemed to be able to convey words like, âYes? You need anything?â But I ignored her and continued staring.
It was the last 10 minutes till the bell signalling the end of school when we were asked to do a quick test about what she taught today and a paper was passed down to my table. I looked at it, and shook my head at how simple it was. I could have finished them in 3. However, I pushed it aside and focused my attention to her.
She probably was thirsty over all the talking during the past hour, as she took out her pink bottle, uncapping it while drinking the liquid with a straw.
âFuckâ I cursed once again. The way she sucked was filled with elegance, was that even possible I wondered, but that was happening right in front of my eyes. It probably was true that women had sixth sense as she suddenly looked up, catching me staring at her with a weird gaze. Most people would probably look away immediately, but I was never the type of coward. I smiled at her, causing her to tense up as she avoided my gaze and continued drinking. She seemed to need plenty of those liquids to soothe her throat after wasting her breath to scold me. If only she was sucking on my penis, I would provide her lots of liquids too.
There it went, I was getting a boner and there was nothing I could do about it. I would never get tired of fantasising about Ms Quek over and over again.
The bell rang and everyone quickly swarmed out of class, except for a few nerds who had questions to ask. I waited at my seat, taking my time to pack my stuff as I waited for them. I studied her face and could clearly see the passion in her eyes in teaching. I knew it would be tiring for her to have students like me, but I didnât mean to, and I wouldnât do that for no reason. I needed her attention, I needed time with her, and I needed to get into her pants.
A snap of fingers took my out of my daze as I looked at the person in front of me. I smiled again.
âFollow me.â Her sweet voice echoed repeatedly in my ears.
She brought me to her office, and dragged a chair right beside her desk. She was going to have a talk with me again.
âIs there anything wrong with my teaching?â
âI have checked with other teachers and they said you were performing well in their classes, could you tell me whatâs happening?â
I wasnât prepared for this question⊠But I couldnât show my weak side since Iâve always been the mysterious and cool person in class I suppose. I seldom talked to people and kept most secrets to myself, portraying an âIâm not scared of anythingâ character. I wanted her to know more about me, and this was the most natural way of doing it.
She was waiting for my answer and I knew she was curious too. Her face was parallel of mine, and I felt appreciated. I loved her attention.
âIâm distracted.â That was all I said. I wanted her to ask me more, hence I kept my responses short and secretive.
âCould you tell me what youâre distracted by?â She was concerned I could see. I was even enjoying the upclose view of how her mouth opened, and her tongue moved around while talking.
She cringed her eyebrows. âBut you just sa-â
I cut her off by shaking my head.
âOkay Iâll give you some privacy, but do work hard okay? Take out your math textbook and Iâll guide you along.â She sincerely smiled. This was always when I felt most indebted to her. I would anger her all the time, but she would never give up on me. I loved it. Ms Quek probably thought it was her teaching that was bad, hence always tried to make it up to me. It canât possibly be true that one can do well in all other subjects but score 0 for hers right? Thatâs how she probably felt
For the first 10 minutes once again, my focus was drifted to her boobs. She was practically leaning front  to point at certain keypoints I had to take note in my textbook and the way she dressed definitely didnât help in letting me focus as her cleavage was simply right in my face. It was tough not to get caught staring upclose.
That was when she covered herself with her palm, blocking her wonderful cleavage from my view. She blushed hard.
I turned my attention to her face, reading her mind and it showed that she was in a loss of words, she was embarassed. She didnât speak for the next 30 seconds, and I had kindly been waiting for her and not looking anywhere  else but her eyes. This made her blush even harder.
âH-have you b-been s-staring a-â She stuttured.
âYes, you have been distracting me since the start of the year Ms Quek. Your body has.â I straightforwardly said, keeping a calm face.
Once again, she was speechless and look away from my face. However this made it worse. The first thing she caught while looking away from my face was the tent in my shorts. It had been there all this while, and my pre-cum had already soaked through both my underwear and shorts, forming a wet spot on the front of my pants.
Her eyes widened and her face turned pale, but she continued staring. This was what I liked about her, she was stunned. How innocent and cute I thought. I allowed her to continued staring but I myself soon was unable to contain it. My prick was feeling extremely excited about how the female lead in my fantasy is staring at it in real life.
I smiled, my dick loved it. I saw her hands by the side of her skirt, grabbing fistfuls of it. That was how nervous she was. She was the only girl Iâve ever seen being so innocent and sexy at the same time. However, I could not understand what was in her mind right now, and I asked a question that I knew I would regret right after.
âDo you want to touch it?â I asked.
My words broke her daze as she immediately looked away and released the grip on her skirt, and her hands immediately went to smoothen her skirt back.
âAhem, letâs end the lesson today. I have to get home.â My math teacher coldly spoke.
âSure, thanks so much for today. God Bless you.â I thanked and smiled, and I could see how she was amazed by how calm I was.
I sat outside at the carpark, looking at parents of other students arriving and going, with other teachers leaving for work one by one too. I thought about many things, and saw that it was still to early to get back, no one would be at home anyway.
It was nearly 2 hours since Ms Quek dismissed me but I was still there. She was walking towards her car when  she saw me being alone. Despite what happened previously, as a teacher she knew she had to know why I was still in school. I saw her walking over, her smooth and silky legs striding across the pavement, with her heels making clicking noises along the way.
âKevin, why arenât you going back?â She tapped me shoulder and asked.
I confessed to her about how my parents have divorced and my mom was seeing another man outside and would only come back at 9,10 pm at night, and I would usually nap in parks or do my homework in public libraries.
She probably felt I was pathetic, but what could she do? Nothing. There was nothing she could do to help me. I was ready to see her walk off, and I would be lucky to have a great view of her ass, but I was wrong.
âDo you want to come over to my house?â
I was more than shocked at this suggestion. Moments ago I was just revealed to be a pervert and stuff, but she was so willing to help me in situations like this. Ainât she afraid that I would rape her? No way would I miss this chance though.
âOkay.â I said with with chic.
I was in her car and there was just plain silence, I took quick glances at her legs and it was an incredible view considering how I was in the passenger seat.
She probably saw me looking away but did not mind anymore.Â
âDo you feel lonely?â She kindly asked.
I seriously thought about the question, at first shaking my head, but soon after nodding my head. She smiled at my response. âYouâre a cute pervert.â She snickered. I Â was truly happy for once, at least she doesnât think im creepy.
We were walking up 12 levels of stairs, as the lift broke down, and she had been complaining all the way and nagging about the maintenance company and more. She seemed to treat me like a friend after school hours. Although I did not respond much I truly appreciated her company.
As we reached her apartment, she just threw her heels aside, and I looked into the house⊠â WOWâ that was all I could say.
It was super neat and big and immediately I knew she was living alone.Â
We settled down as she immediately threw herself onto the couch after blasting the air condition. She told me how tired she was, and to make myself comfortable. Dang⊠for a moment I had thought how stupid could a girl get being alone with another man in her house. She then had a fun conversation with me about my life, and I understood she only saw me as a boy, not a man.Â
It wasnât long after she fell asleep on the same couch she had been lying on, it was so huge we could even have sex on it. I tiptoed around the house as I looked around, everything was as neat as the living room, and after visiting everywhere, I decided to visit her room. I could immediately recognize her scent as I entered the room, It was in green and it felt pleasant, with a wonderful view at the park opposite the building.
An idea popped up my mind as I began to rummage through her things. I saw photos of her with another guy. He was also handsome, probably not as handsome as I am though, i smirked. I assumed she had a boyfriend, but who cares. I finally looked through her wardrobe as I saw lots of things that I was into. Lacey underwear.Â
I took a quick glance to the living room and saw that she was still sleeping, hence I quickly went back and decided to steal one of her panties. As I was making sure I wouldnât get caught by looking around, I saw something else. It was the laundry basket.Â
Inside were clothes that she had worn! I remembered her wearing that one piece dress inside the day before, and dang, beside it were a set of matching panties and bra. Obviously I would steal one that she wore, I quickly took it went pounced onto her bed.
I could no longer control my raging boner as I unzipped my fly and slid my pants of my legs, kicking it off far away as I brought my other hand that held on to her worn panties to my nose, inhaling huge breaths of her scent. It smelt heavenly. My dick was getting harder and harder as I continued taking huge breaths, taking in her musky scent.
I then closed my eyes as I wrapped the panty around my fully erected penis, nearly 9 inches long, and started moving it up and down. I couldnt control myself over what I was doing. This had always been in one of my fantasies. I groaned in pleasure as I continued jerking myself off.
It was probably 10 minutes or so when I felt my climax nearing, I opened my eyes  beared myself for making a mess as I knew this would come strong. I clenched harder on my reproductive organ as I beat myself off even faster,I was close the the edge it was exactly that moment when I saw Ms Quek standing right in front of the door. Her expression told me she was shocked but amused at the same time, and seeing her face was all that was needed for me to come the hardest I have ever did in my entire life.Â
Loads and loads of hot spunk came shooting up, landing on myself, and everything around me. I was lying on my back on her bed and I knew I just destroyed the innocence in this room.
However, my climax didnât stop even when she walked up to me, and was beside me. Her presence only pushed my limits as continued spraying, staining the singlet she had been wearing all along.
I did not know how to react as she stared me in my eyes. She avoided looking at the mess, but started speaking, âY-your mom tried c-calling you but you d-di-dnât answer⊠a-and s-she..â Ms Quek just threw my phone at me, landing on my naked body as she covered her face and ran away. Whatâs most amusing was that she actually took a final glance at me before leaving the roomâŠ
I ignored my phone, and walked out of the room fully nude, with my dick once again hard. It was sore, but somehow I still felt as if I was high on drugs, my sex drive was still at its peak. I looked at it swing left and right as I strode around the house naked, finding her whereabouts.Â
In the end, I shocked her for a last time by getting right next to her, forcing her to a corner of the kitchen.Â
âDonât come closer! Kevin please!â She screamed, while I continuously pointed my dick at her, âNoâ
âYou had your fun! Now get out of my house!â She begged again. I held on by her shoulders, and forced myself to her lips, as she desperately pursed it shut, denying the entrance of my tongue. She kept her hands on my chest, trying to push me away, but I was much stronger, being able to hold both of her wrists with just one of my hand. My other free hand went for her treasure, as I sent it up her skirt in one go, immediately pulling down the hem of her panty.Â
âN-noâŠS-stoppp!â She never gave up on struggling, but I pursued, pulling her skirt up as it made a ring around her waist. I finally let go of her lips as we both panted. I took this chance to look at her crotch, only be amazed by her choice of underwear.Â
Hanging on her mid-thigh was a purple thong, and I grinned at her. âWhat a naughty girl.â I teased. She took this chance to push me off, which she succeeded since I was unguarded, but I immediately reversed the situation, shoving her by her neck, with her back ending up against a wall.
âDonât struggle or scream, I donât want to hurt you.â I warned. The teacher felt so exposed even though her student wasnât touching her yet, and the cold air from the air conditioning only made it worse as she had started to get wet from the breeze brushing against her glory.
I used my free hand to jerk myself off, all for show to her and she blushed real hard. She tried to look away, but my grip on her neck sent as a warning for her to watch what I was doing. Pre-cum was once again leaking from the head of my cock and this had only triggered her desire. I could see her attention on me as I slowly reduced the amount of strength I had on her neck
By Now, the helpless teacher had no choice but to obey, but she knew this couldnât go further since they were of a teacher-student relationship. It was wrong, but she didnât stop herself from enjoying looking at Kevin masturbating to her.
âPlease?⊠you need to goâŠ. please stop thisâŠâ She pleaded, but I knew she was enjoying it, her eyes wouldnât look anywhere else. By the time I had fully let go of her neck, she was still staring.
I then tried the gentle approach on her, as I slowly leaned to peck her lips once, twice, and a third time. I smiled lovingly at her and I told her, â I love youâ She obviously didnât reply but the way she stopped retaliating anymore made me really happy.
I slowly slid up her singlet, not pushing above her chest and looked at her questioningly. She somehow knew what I wanted and pondered for a moment, but soon nodded and quickly looked away.
She was hell of a shy person as I expected. I gently slid the piece of fabric off her, and was brought to view at a matching set of bra.
I learned that praising would be effective which I did, constantly complimenting her on how beautiful her body was. This allowed me to remove every piece of clothing off her in no time. I stared at her nude figure in awe, finally taking the chance to admire her naked glory, and I could only thank god for letting someone as perfect as her come to earth. She was an angel in my eyes.
I leaned forward and latched my lips onto her left nipple, inflicting a moan from her as I looked up into her eyes in appreciation. I continued circling my wet organ around her pink and perky bud, even nibbling and tugging on it as she placed her hand on the back of my head, pushing me for more. I did it.
After spending adequate time on her melons which Iâve always worshipped, I brought my own mouth up to hers, this time with her opening it for my entrance. My tongue invaded her warm cavern and swirled around hers, then taking turns to suck on each otherâs. I was enjoying the time of my life, and she was too.Â
I brought my hand down to cup her crotch, and moved it up and down, sending shivers down her spine. Her eyes jerked upon in the middle of our kiss and met mine. My hand movements stopped and I could see her reading me. Soon enough she hugged me tightly, placing her chin above my shoulders as I caressed her already wet cunt.
We slowly took steps into her bedroom, and I gently laid her onto her bed, previously soaked with my sweat and cum. I decided not to waste too much time since I would have to wash up and get back soon, hence I placed the tip of my cock right at her entrance, stroking it up and down.
Before she could say anything, I slowly pushed my way through her lips, but stopped halfway, since she was groaning in pain. âDo you want me to continue?â
I knew it was weird to ask something like that, but I had to. I needed her permission, or this would all be considered rape. I waited, but she never replied, taking her time to think about it. My dickhead was already twitching in excitement from the wait, and I couldnât hold it any longer.Â
âDo you want me to stop?â That was the question that triggered her senses.
âNO!â She abruptly answered, shocking me and even herself. Her face reddened like a tomato, as she covered her eyes with her hands. She added,â Slowly.â
Right now, she was on her back and I was kneeling in front of her with her legs circling my waist. I had pushed in just a little more than before, but was met with a blockage or something along the line. I myself knew something was wrong, it was weird.
Then, everything hit me all at once. Her innocence, included her virginity, had not been taken away by anyone before. My mind was in a blank, I could have overdid things, and made her do things she would regret even the day after. I thought of stopping, and froze on my spot, thinking about my next action.
However, she was unconsciously pushing her core even closer to me, causing herself to scream in pain, and before I knew it, I was hitting the back of her cavern. The sudden warmth and pressure got me back on my senses as my hormones had overtook my body, slowly moving and increasing my pace constantly.
Barely 5 minutes later she had already been someone who was riding me, bouncing on top of me, screaming my name, while begging for me to fuck her harder. This was my first time, and hers too, I simply could not believe how great it felt, and how horny she could get. She was in fact more excited than I was, begging to be pounded in every position she knew of.Â
In the end, I flipped her over as I banged her missionary, bringing her to orgasms after orgasms.Â
âI love your dick! Bang me harder! Please Kevin! Fuck!!â Her words were music and ecstacy to my ears as it only encouraged me to fuck her harder.
Soon I was nearing my own climax, and immediately pulled out, wanting to shoot it somewhere away from her, preferably her bed, but she immediately knelt in front of me jacking me off and aiming it at her face, â Cum all over this slut! Please!âÂ
*Bang* It was over, everything came so messily, her wordsâŠ. âslutâ⊠was enough to blow everything away. My load ended splashing everywhere on her face, breasts and hair, and when I was about to come to an end she took it full into her mouth again, rolling her tongue all over my head, allowing it to hit the back of her throat. I couldnât believe and would have never imagined something like this happening. That night, I even slept over and woke up early to go back home to get a new set of uniform. We had sex all night, nearly crippling my reproductive organ.
In the next lessons, I began showing her what I was capable of, but she still called me for detention everyday after school, and in her office, we would do all kinds of lewd things one could ever imagine. She asked to be fucked beside the window where we could see people playing in the basketball court, some playing soccer and others walking around. It was dangerous but exciting.Â
Sometimes, we would even fuck in the female toilet, when were alone in class and even in a corner of a library. She had become a sex maniac, my love, my horny angel, and everything that was important in my life.
I ended up moving over to her house, after realising she did not have a boyfriend, only a brother. She would walk around the house naked, and I collared her most of the time. She was into pet-play, calling me master when we were alone. I had full control of her, which I often made use of to fulfill my kinks which some of them included her to piss on the floor in front of me, disallowing her to wear her panties and bra in school, and even sticking a vibrator in her panty which I played around with during her class. I could not be anymore appreciative of what I had.Â
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