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The English Teacher 2/3
Part of the saga DIARY OF A YOUNG SCHOOLBOY (D.A.Y.S.)

by Teddy Daze

Keywords: mF, hs, nc, pett

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I devoted all my energy to the oratorical competition, and it
paid off splendidly! I was one of the five contestants
shortlisted for the finals, scheduled to be held 2 weeks later.

My English teacher Ms Ying was present among a motley audience of
competitors' friends, curious students, and anxious teachers. She
looked mighty pleased that both Lisa and I would appear before
the school assembly. I had never seen her beam so widely before,
and frankly she looked disarming. For a while, my efforts managed
to melt her cold and stony hide away.

You should've seen my class rival Lisa's face too! Bulgy-eyed,
jaw-dropping bewilderment! She didn't expect though work this
good from ME. The feeling of triumph over another competitor in a
fair fight was euphoric! It made me crave for the next fight,
determined to go all the way! Perhaps I had finally begun to
understand what made Lisa tick.......

When the crowd withered, Ms Ying took me aside. "You were
wonderful today. Teddy! You remembered everything I told you!
I've never seen anyone go so far beyond my initial expectations!"
she said delightedly.

I blushed and thanked her for her remedial session, plus that
little extra 'thing.'

"But we must look ahead. I actually believe now that you can be
one of the top three winners." Ms Ying shared in my
newly-acquired competitive spirit. "I can give you more support
and make you good enough to win! How about that, Teddy?"

So we agreed to polish up my work for the finals the very next
day. Strangely, after recalling so many details and events around
this oratorical contest, I actually cannot remember what I wrote
and spoke about! That's why I never told you my recital topic
here. Oh well, nobody has perfect memory...

Anyway I went looking for my teacher at her 'personal office',
the meeting room of her Literary Club.

The jitters from our one-on-one session were no more, replaced by
a newfound enthusiasm and combativeness. Overnight, I had become
a more confident boy. At a little corner of my mind though, I
remember how Ms Ying let me touch her and the thrill I felt when
I groped my teacher's silky legs. Then I checked to see if this
was the true, suppressed cause of my eagerness. I quickly
convinced myself otherwise.

Ms Ying was wearing something more formal today, which exuded
more sex appeal in my eyes-- a matching pair of corporate-looking
grey suit and miniskirt. Their design was somewhat more casual
than real business wear, which suited the school environment. Her
grey coat was unbuttoned, and underneath she sported a thin white
shirt which outlined the curves of her chest, which was mostly
hidden by her suit though.

My teacher appeared as contented as before. "The Literary Club
was there yesterday too, and even THEY talked about your work!"
she grinned. "Maybe you might consider joining us some time?" I
said I would consider. Computer games and fantasizing were still
my favorite pastimes. Plus, I already had obligations from the
troublesome Scouts troupe (another story for another time).

"Come! Today you need not stand on ceremony. You're a finalist
and you deserve special treatment!"

Ms Ying beckoned to her cushion chair where she always sat in
this room. "You can practice while seated here."

So I started again. Because she raised her standards today to
prepare me for a harder fight, my work looked as flawed as the
first session's. There were just as many corrections. However, Ms
Ying spoke very contrastingly this time. Her voice was gentle and
patient; she explained things like I was an intelligent person
who'd understand her quickly-- no reprimand was needed.

Her attitude towards me had changed indeed! I was no longer the
blur-minded slacker who ogled her; I was her champion, who would
do her proud. So now I understood the perks of being a fighter
and winner!

Here I was, seated on her chair, and she resting her hips on the
table, looking me over as I rehearsed. I would look back very
intently when she explained things, and gaze at her dressing. She
slouched her shoulders and supported her weight with her hands
and half-seated bum. Her coat had hung completely open so that
her thin little white blouse inside was in full view. I traced
the lines of her voluptuous chest, and made out the imprint of
her bra.

I finished rehearsing, and she twitched a bit.

"You don't mind if I take off my suit, do you? It just gets in
the way when I sit like this." Ms Ying inquired, "It's my room
anyway."

For once in a long while I began to mutter again, "Oh...whatever
you say."

She loosed the grey suit off her shoulders, then noticed her
full-length windows immersed in the afternoon sun. "Will you pull
the curtains? Just in case someone's looking in and see me
dressed down."

I obeyed. She didn't seem to mind ME seeing her dressed
down......

Ms Ying's white blouse was actually spaghetti-strapped, and her
milky-fair shoulders looked just as velvety as her legs. Again,
she was slightly fleshy at her upper-body, but it gave her
exposed arms and shoulders a soft, squeezable appeal.

"Come sit down again, Teddy."

She began to explain something about the finer points of great
writing and speaking--something about timing pauses, choosing the
right words with matching syllabi, and voice tones. In sum, she
called all these 'the small touches'--icings on the cake.

I was distracted and couldn't digest her advice much.

While talking she had hiked up her skirt and crossed her legs, so
that she sat fully on the desk. With me seated, her fleshy thighs
were just across my face. I noticed now she was wearing thin,
skin-colored stockings which couldn't be noticed from far. Ms
Ying periodically thrust her head back to flip her neatly-trimmed
hair. When she did, her chest would jut out, and I saw two large
spheres rise from under the white strapped blouse.

"You know, Teddy. I'll let you in on a small detail so you'll
understand the situation and work harder." She lowered herself
all the way to face me. Her blouse hung down, and I glimpsed a
little of those large, fleshy bosoms.

My eyes quickly shifted back to her face again, remembering how
good she was at catching ogles.

"We teachers have a performance bonus, which is based on how well
our students do in exams, contests and such. Having two students
in my class in the finals has given my bonus a boost." Ms Ying
explained. "It'll be even better if both of you win something!"

A tinge of revelation surged through me.

"I'm not worried about Lisa. As for you, you can be just as good
with little push." She went on. "So you see, I want you to win
something too. And I'll go the extra mile to make sure."

I was still.

"Teddy.....you DO want your dear teacher to get a big bonus,
don't you?"

I'd like to think I can be selfless. Often I'll be glad if I can
make others happy. At 15 I hadn't quite grasped the power of
money, but if it made Ms Ying happy, I would help her net her
bonus.

"I'll do my best, Ms Ying...." Then I realized the stakes were a
bit too much for me to take. "But.....anything can happen in the
finals, you know. All these people watching me....I may be
overcome by stage fright!"

My teacher frowned for a second, then smirked. "Teddy,
Teddy......always the same!"

I was completely baffled.

Ms Ying sighed now and smiled wryly, "Sometimes you've got to
learn to put others before yourself, Teddy! It's not always about
your....needs."

I gave her a confused look, but she resumed, "Let's take
today.....I've had a long day and feel very tired." She kicked
her shoes off her feet. "Let's see you practice a little
selflessness!"

With that she placed her feet on my lap!

"There're stiff. Massage them!"

My old nervousness around her resurfaced but I'd like to do as
she asked, and touch her like before. I carefully held one of her
stocking-covered feet with both hands. I rubbed her soles and
ankles softly, increasing my pressure slowly. Then my hands moved
up her shins and pressed steadily, like last time.

Sighing, Ms Ying pushed her head back and closed her eyes in
enjoyment again.

After loosening her lower limbs I cautiously roved up to her
thighs, caressing and squeezing them like before. Slowly I pushed
her grey skirt back to reveal more flesh for me to massage. I
pampered my teacher in meek subservience.

"Mmm....you're doing it better this time. You really love my
legs, don't you?" Ms Ying sighed.

I didn't know the right words to respond, but in my mind it was a
definite YES!

"How would you like to take off my stockings, Teddy? They're in
the way." Ms Ying raised one thigh up high, and began rolling her
right stocking off her.

I gulped.

Her stocking was at her knee now, and she asked me to pull it
off. I held it with my now-sweaty hands, and at pulled it slowly.
The black material felt weightless and very light! I dared not
hold it too tight, because it felt so flimsy it could tear off
anytime. Ms Ying straightened her leg so I could roll back on my
wheeled chair and pull garment completely off her feet.

Her other leg was now raised, and I reached right into her hip
under the miniskirt. I found the end of the other stocking,
clasped, and unrolled it off her entire left leg. Then I repeated
my massage for her other leg, rubbing from toes to thigh. Ms Ying
started grasping my own thighs with her free foot, which didn't
amount to a good massage but still left me aroused.

As I leaned forward to knead her soft thighs, she twiddled her
toes on my face, then perched them on my lips. I grimaced a bit.

"Do you like my toes, Teddy? Show me how much you like them." Ms
Ying spoke with a mix of taunt and sultriness. Her big toe
pressed into my lips.

I was too engrossed with caressing her that I didn't give her
order much thought. I took her offered toe into my mouth and
nibbled. I moved my lips to suckle and wet it, proceeding to do
the same for other toes. Ms Ying giggled from the both the
tickling and thrill of satisfying her fetish. I switched her
legs, and after another while sucking more toes, my mouth shifted
higher up. I licked her ankles, shins, then those velvety thighs.
She breathed very hard.

"You.....you dirty little boy! I bet.....you adore.... my breasts
too, right?" she beckoned under quick breaths.

Then she gripped my hand and lay it on one breast! She pressed it
tight so that my hand was squished between her holding hand and
that fleshy tit. I muttered an 'ah' from the suddenness of it
all. Ms Ying closed her hand over mine, bidding me to squeeze her
breast.

It was thoroughly kinky to feel Ms Ying under her thin blouse and
bra. Even under the covering, her breast felt very large and
spongy. It was fleshier than others I had held, and more saggy
too. I fondled one, the other, then back again, brushing my hand
across both hungrily. Ms Ying groaned and winced softly and tried
to restrain her display of pleasure from my touch, while her
white blouse creased and wrinkled under the drag of my fingers.

I was completely aroused now, cock bulging in my school pants. My
teacher still had one toe in my mouth, while I supported that leg
with one hand and fondled her succulent chest with the other. Ms
Ying shifted her other foot that was resting on my lap, and
brushed against my erection. The foot backtracked, felt my bulge
again, and started running its toes over the lump.

UHHH...MMMM.....

I moaned in surprise while my lips were still enclosed on Ms
Ying's toes.

Without warning she pulled the toes out of my mouth, pulling my
head forward a bit as my teeth caught in them. She also pulled my
hand away from her breasts and straightened herself.

With hastily composed breaths, she reprimanded, "You have gone
too far today, Teddy! Just what do you take me for? You......
disgust me, you.....little lecher!" She didn't sound angry.

But.... she asked me to massage her, take off her stockings,
fumble her breasts and suckle her toes!

She had put on the grey suit now, walked to the window, and
pulled the curtains open. "This session is over. I hope I have
eased your..... stage fright. Good luck for the finals, and win
something." Her back was still facing me.

The stop in mid-fiddling was so abrupt that I felt shortchanged,
even angry! Then I checked myself, and was reminded that this was
my teacher--rightfully I shouldn't even be touching her!

Ms Ying avoided eye contact, and proceeded with some other work.
That was my cue to leave. As I stepped into the corridor, she
gave one final piece of advice. "Remember the small touches!"


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**Profile**

By day, I'm a normal guy living in a normal life. You can say I'm
a (mediocre) professional writer. By night, I enjoy writing
erotica that blur the line between fact and fiction. I like my
erotica brusque, simple, and  visceral. All comments appreciated!


If you enjoy my work, consider giving a tip via Paypal (email
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Teddy Daze (Toronto)
(teddy.days at gmail dot com)

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