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

by Teddy Daze

Keywords: mF, hs, mc, oral

***SPECIAL OFFERING***

If I receive more than $169 in my tip jar (Paypal account:
teddy.days at gmail dot com) by 26 July 2013, I will write a
special, extra encounter story with the English Teacher!


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I am compiling a series of stories from a high school setting,
chronicling my experiences from sexually awkward adolescent to
someone who knows.... more. Stories may or may not be my real,
personal experiences - keeping you guessing is half the fun!

x x x

I had been thinking a lot about Ms Ying, my English teacher --
from my bad first impression, her helping me with the oratorical
contest, her gradual confidence in me, and our personal tuition
sessions.

Was I right to succumb to her invitations to fondle her? But how
could I, or any ordinary male, resist her invitations?? In
addition, the more I touched the more I craved. This was a fact
of intimacy, which I believed she didn't realize. So even if she
was doing it to ease my mind as claimed, it would not work! Now I
appeared as lecherous as she had accused in class earlier in the
term. She made this a self-fulfilling prophecy!

The fact that she was my teacher formed a mental barrier. I had
actually been afraid to be alone with her again, for the possible
consequences. What if someone discovered us? Anyway it felt
wrong. Sometimes I felt like preventing further intimacies
because I wished to show I wasn't the little lecher as accused.
Conversely, there was a part of me that wished she was someone
else--a girl of my age or woman from outside. Truthfully put, Ms
Ying had become a desirable woman in my eyes.

For the weeks leading up to the oratorical contest finals, Ms
Ying appeared colder. She stopped picking on me completely in
class -- something I realized I had actually enjoyed! Despite the
humiliation it gave, at least she was noticing me. She avoided
eye contact even when personally handing me assignments. She'd
speak to me in an impersonal, distant way if really needed.

Then it all changed when I passed her on the corridor this
morning. She was wearing that one-piece floral dress -- the one
she wore when she first accused me of ogling her in class. Her
invitation was pointed. She just leaned over and impassively
said, "Teddy, let's prepare for tomorrow."

I entered her self-made office at the usual time. She was resting
on that big sofa, arms crossed and seemingly waiting.
"I hope you're fully prepared for tomorrow. That's why I want to
do last-m inute polishing," she said solemnly.

"I'm ready, Ms Ying...." I stood like our first session, ready to
recite.

"I'd really like you to be one of the top three winners, Teddy."

"Yes, I'll do my best..... What about Lisa, Ms Ying?"

She seemed surprised. "What about her?"

"Since you've been polishing up my work, I thought you've also
been doing the same for her."

Ms Ying frowned. "Teddy, Lisa doesn't need personal attention
like you. She has won bigger contests than this."

I felt funny. I was flattered Ms Ying had given me special
treatment, but felt I had some undeserved advantage.

Then I realized everything at once. First it was wrong for her to
give me any unfair advantage for her own personal benefit. Then I
looked at this room- it belonged to the Literary Club, but Ms
Ying held the keys and refurnished the room for her own comfort.
Normal teachers made do with their common office; she had a room
to herself!

The bravest words I muttered were, "That seems a
little.....unfair...."

Ms Ying sauntered over.

"You're beginning to question and develop your own views....
That's good. Everyone likes that in a man. You're starting to
mature, Teddy!" She spoke tenderly, warm breaths landing on my
neck.

She put her hands on my shoulders. "Why don't you begin?"

I commenced my recital, then halted as her hands started kneading
my tense shoulders. I continued nervously, unsure of why my
teacher thawed so suddenly. Her hands roved down and pressed my
back with the tips of her fingers.

"You're feeling tense.... I hope this helps overcome your...
stage fright tomorrow."

I anxiously resumed. Her fingers traced down my back, around my
ribs to my chest, then up. My recital was in bits and pieces. I
felt the cool air-con air on my chest, and peeking down,
discovered her hands unbuttoning my uniform.......

"Go on." Ms Ying prodded.

How was I to concentrate?? Still I managed. Ms Ying unfastened
all buttons, then pulled my shirt off. My shoulders were kneaded
again, then my arms. Next my script was snatched away.

"You aren't allowed to read from your script tomorrow. Try to
recite from memory!" my teacher instructed.

I had memorized the script but this was my first empty-handed
attempt. I did ok, considering how nervous I was
becoming. My body was feeling cold from the nakedness. Then I
felt unbearably ticklish.

Ms Ying had started circling her fingers all over me, scraping
all over my chest and stomach with the tips of her purple-painted
manicured nails. She was like a cat toying with a helpless mouse!
Her nails found my nipples, pinching and twisting them, inducing
more squirms and halts from me....

"Try to deal with distractions, Teddy. You'll be facing the whole
school tomorrow!" my teacher advised, nails digging into my
nipples and head rested on my back.

Summoning all my will, I managed to remember my lines and finish.
Just as I was done, those mischievous nails had crept downwards,
scratching the cloth above my crotch oh-so-teasingly....

I grasped Ms Ying's hands in a half-attempt to stop her, but when
I peeked down again I found my pants unhooked and zipped halfway
down!

"M-Ms Ying.....I....!" I gasped.
"I have no problem with your script, Teddy. Let's just focus on
solving your.... nervousness." She crooned. I didn't think she
was listening to my rehearsal at all- not once she chastised me
for my numerous halting and pronunciation errors.

With that my teacher pulled down my baggy pants. I swung back
anxiously to find her bent down, lugging them to my ankles. She
nudged my bum so I had to step out of my shoes and trousers, so I
was now only in my briefs and socks.

For the first time Ms Ying eyed me over in the same manner I
ogled her. She grinned and pointed to the curtains. Instantly I
drew them like last time. From behind I heard the sound of the
door locking.

"Tell me now, Teddy...." Ms Ying was leaning on her desk, eyeing
me in an unfamiliar way. "Am I SEXY? Do you feel good looking at
me?"

"Y-y-es......"

A smirk. "Still you stammer! How can you be ready for tomorrow?"
she scrutinized me again, her eyes possessing some invisible
force that seemed to caress whatever part of me she stared.
"Guess I have to do more.....COME HERE!"

My mind blanked. Like a hypnotized zombie I staggered over.

"Filthy little lecher! I'll let you have what you want!" She
crooned. "Take off this dress!"

Her floral dress was fastened by drawstrings right above her
breasts. They pressed her breasts together when fastened, making
a deep valley on her chest. With my shaky fingers I undid them,
three in all. A few times the strings fell out of my nervous
fingers.

"Hey, I was wearing this dress when I first caught you ogling
me!" mused Ms Ying while I fumbled with the drawstrings. "What a
treat for you!"

After it was loose, she held the dress herself and flipped it off
her shoulders. It had to be squeezed past her hefty breasts,
which popped up right at me once her dress loosened.

When the floral dress dropped to the floor, I gaped. My strict
teacher stood before me, clad in white lingerie decorated with
slight lacy patterns of faint beige. The bright white color
highlighted her delicious assets even more.

"What are you waiting for, dirty boy?" she teased, putting my
hands on her creamy shoulders. She dragged my hands in slow
circles, making them rub her shoulders and neck. Next she nudged
them onto her chest, and perched them on those delectable breasts
her bra barely covered. "You'll enjoy this......" she purred,
clasping my hands to suggest I should start squeezing her.

Unblinkingly I squished those meaty breasts. Ms Ying felt
incredibly spongy, softer than others I touched before. Finally
my hands got to feel them! I pulled, cupped, and squished,
drawing soft grunts from my teacher; I traced their curves and
caressed every centimeter of their velvety surface.

Ms Ying was leaning on her table, and she nudged me to sit on her
chair. Now I was staring right at her delicious globes.

"You like them, Teddy?" she taunted. "Tell me how long you've
been staring at them, dirty boy."

"I... I...."

Wrapping her arms around my head, Ms Ying grabbed hard at my hair
and squashed my face deep into her soft breasts.

"Ow!" I yapped.

"Tell me when!"

"I... I don't know... Ms Ying!"

She squashed my head yet harder into her fleshy valley. Rubbing
my hands awkwardly on her chest and waist, I gnawed at her soft
flesh. She moaned uncontrollably.

"Don't.... lie to me.... You're more eloquent that this....!" My
teacher sneered.

"I didn't mean to.... but slowly I've been noticing you.... more
and more......" went my muffled voice.

With a hard shove my teacher pushed me away. Before I tried to
lean closer again, both her legs were on me, stroking my torso
and thighs. Her toes were very agile, twitching and twisting at
my sensitive areas and nipples. I moaned helplessly and rubbed
those smooth, fleshy legs.

"Do I turn you on, Teddy?" hissed Ms Ying. "Do you want to molest
me and make love to me? Do I make you feel guilty of lusting over
an older woman?"

I was afraid of saying yes and getting another barrage of
accusations. Then my teacher got impatient. When stroking my face
with her toes, she put her whole foot in and kicked me over the
chair. It wasn't a hard kick, but enough to send me sprawling on
the floor with a thump.

My teacher stood over me, her tone of voice more devious now.
"You think you can avoiding answering me by keeping silent?"

Then I saw one foot hovering over my face, until it rested on my
cheek. "Tell me, do you masturbate and think about me?" My
teacher applied some weight on that foot, pressing my cheek down.

I felt a little afraid and confused why Ms Ying was doing this.
Nervously I answered her, "Y-y-yes....."

"Good! At last you are honest." She sneered, and as she crossed
over my prone body, she stepped on my back. I gasped from the
sudden pressure of weight. "Now, let's see you recite your speech
again."

"B-but I j-just did, Ms Ying...." I stammered, trying to get up.
But instantly I felt a great weight on my back. Ms Ying had sat
on me, facing away and legs apart, riding me like an animal on
all fours.

"You were lousy just now!" she sneered. "If you recite in this
position, you can recite in any condition!"

So in this humiliating pose, with my teacher sitting on my back
with just her undies on, I recited again. I had barely gotten to
the fifth paragraph, when I felt nimble hands intruding my
briefs!

"You're doing fine, Teddy," crooned Ms Ying. "Don't stop!"

So on I went, mistakes creeping in again. Meanwhile, my teacher
had pulled down my briefs at the groin area, exposing my erection
to the cool air. She bent down, clasped it with both hands, and
stroked it gently.

"Ahh.....! Ms Ying.... you're making it so hard!" I protested. I
felt like a cow being milked!

"Shhhhhh," soothed my teacher, and continued to tease my
twitching cock with her agile fingers and purple nails.
I had no choice but to continue, but at an achingly slow pace. At
times I had to pause every few words, because Ms Ying's stroking
robbed me of all focus.

Ahhh.....aaaahhhh......

My speech was punctuated with groans at every sentence. My
teacher's hands were cold to the touch, and very clinical. Her
hands lacked a tenderness, as if they merely had a job to do and
they did it impassively, coldly.

AHHHH!

Almost at the same time as I finished, my cock spilled its
contents all over the floor. My teacher continued to milk me,
clamming me with her cum-soaked fingers. I moaned and jerked on
all fours like a restrained animal.

Happy with my performance, she pulled my briefs back up at the
groin area, regardless of the mess from all that cum.

She dismounted me, and stared surprised at my still-erect cock as
I struggled up. Due to the difficult position I was in, I only
had a small orgasm, so my cock wasn't completely drained.

"Oh my! Do you still have more inside," she crooned. "It means I
have more work to do ....."

I was pulled across the room and plodded onto the big sofa, the
one Ms Ying always sat and stretched on.

"W-what do you mean, Ms Y-ying?"

"I think I can only cure your nerves by draining you
completely...." she sneered.

My teacher curled up to me. Her tongue extended and left little
wet trails all over my chest. She paid particular attention to my
nipples, flicking and licking them in tiny circles. I moaned
shamelessly, rubbing my hands desperately all over her neck,
shoulders and back.

Ms Ying clamped her lips on my neck, her tongue slurping every
inch of it and her body pressed ever tighter to mine. She thrust
and rubbed against me, so the cloth of her sexy bra tickled my
wet nipples and her panties teased the tip of my erection under
my briefs. Our abdomens and legs rubbed onto each other
excitedly.

I tried pulling her head up to kiss her, but she shunned my lips
and lowered herself all the way to my legs. Then her lips gently
pecked my penis.....

OH!!

She enclosed her mouth on my cock, as if she didn't know my
briefs covered it. She twisted her lips in various angles, trying
to find a good grip while her eyes stared in mock confusion. My
penis twitched in pleasure.

"OO...OOH....! M-Miss Ying......I d-don't wish to......c-c-um in
my underwear....!" I blabbered.

Ms Ying teethed the rim of my briefs, and pulled my restraining
underwear off. As she balanced atop my legs, her meaty breasts
swung and rubbed my hairy limbs. Her hair hung downwards and
trickled across my tummy, catching my cock as it sprung out of my
briefs, inducing more drops of cum.

Ms Ying had dragged my garment off my feet, and was kneeling on
the floor outside the end of the sofa. The brief was still
hanging from her mouth, and she looked up in mock triumph, as if
to say 'Look, no hands!'

Quickly she dropped my sweaty briefs and clambered to my crotch.
She swiveled my legs outwards so that I sat upright with my feet
on the floor, then she sat on the floor in front of me, legs
curled, and pried my thighs wide. She began scraping my testicles
and the underside of my penis with her nails and fingers.

Uhhhh......

Again I groaned shamelessly when she flicked her tongue all over
my inner thighs. She let her saliva flow, lathering it all over
that sensitive region with loud slurps.

Then down went her head, encasing my erection in her mouth!

OOO...AAAAAHHHH!!

I was so overwhelmed by surprise that I shot one load of precum
into Ms Ying!

Grunting loudly, I quickly controlled the premature shot with all
my might. I've read that if you clench your penis as if to
urinate, you can stop cumming for a while. Trust me..... doing it
was much harder than it sounded!

My leakage receded for the time being.  I ravaged and clawed at
her scalp, messing her hair and inducing muffled groans. My
teacher only suckled harder in revenge. I wasn't wearing a condom
so my cock experienced every sensation Ms Ying's wet, luscious
mouth could give.

Her tongue tucked below her mouth so that it lubricated the base
of my cock with every thrust. Her insides felt larger and
tenderer than Serina's, pressing my throbbing rod on all sides
with tongue, the inside of her cheeks, and the roof of her mouth.
Occasionally she nibbled me, making me yap from the sudden pain.
That seemed to please her-- her grasping lips curled upward.

UUGH-UUUUH!

I continued to grunt and groan and jerk in delight. My clawing
hands had moved to her back, traced the straps of her lacy bra to
their hooks, and unclasped. The lingerie popped loose from the
pressure of Ms Ying's large bosoms. As her bra hung from its
straps on her shoulders, my hands went under them to savor those
delights.

"Uhh.... UUHHMMM...!" it was Ms Ying's turn to moan under
pleasure, muffled by my cock ensnared so lovingly.

Those velvety mounds distorted and deformed under my clamping
fingers. I squeezed hard. I pulled them against the chest they
stuck to, watching them deform from soft spheres to elongated
ovals. They were so spongy and elastic! I continued to toy them,
watching them bounce back onto my teacher's chest when I pulled
and released each one. Then my fingers locked onto those large
brown nipples, pinching and pulling in all angles.

Ms Ying groaned loudly and squirmed, releasing her hold on my
penis. My teacher rested her arms on my knees, panting, and
stared at me accusingly.

"You're a..... very naughty boy, Teddy!" she heaved. "Do you
want.... to make love... to me?"

Breathless, I just nodded eagerly.

Ms Ying pushed me to lie horizontal on the sofa and clambered on
me. She perched the entrance of her love hole, still concealed by
her lacy panties, on my penis' tip, and bent over to whisper in
my ear, her damp hair scraping up my chest.

"Do you.....want to insert your little Teddy.....into me...and
come inside my body??"

She rotated her hips OH-SO-teasingly, nudging my immensely
provoked cock between her cleft, blocked by the flimsy beige
cotton.

"UHHH.... Y--EES....!"

She rubbed my tip's underside as she rocked her crotch
flirtingly, breasts juddering from the movement.

"Well..... you greedy, dirty lecher......you WON'T get it!" she
sneered. "BUT..... you'll still get to......come inside me...."
She flung her half-striped bra off. Only in her panties, my
teacher kneeled over me. Her lips spoke one last thing,
"THIS.....is already more.... than you ever dreamed!"

And then those lips buried my hungry cock in the warm, wet and
velvety sensations in its interiors. She maintained her sucking
motion, but tilted her head in all angles so she could tongue
every side of my penis and give maximum pleasure.

UUUUUUUH!!

Sometimes she slowed her rhythm to a claw, appearing to be simply
holding on to my shaft; otherwise she switched to a rapid tempo,
her tongue polishing my flesh to numbness. I didn't feel that I
had come once already.... my penis was thoroughly aroused and
ready to blow!

As she sank down and up her breasts followed, rubbing against my
penis in the same vertical motion. Their massage was smooth, and
gave an added blissful sensation to my testicles and the
underside of my cock. I reached down to pinch and hold her
nipples so that whenever she slid up I'd be pulling them, hurting
my teacher a little.

UUUH-UUUUUUUH!!

The embrace of Ms Ying's tits and mouth felt so heavenly that I
forgot my disappointment at still not able to fuckmy teacher. She
dipped her head right to the base of my penis, and with every
pull sucked sooo hard I thought she would coax my semen right
out.

I wrapped my legs around Ms Ying's back, adding further weight to
her humps. Her colored, manicured nails crept up my chest and
nicked at my nipples. I alternated my hands from grazing her hair
and squashing her breasts. I thrust my pelvis hard at her face;
she following my motions by bobbing in synchrony. Finally my
little tactic of pushing my fluids back couldn't resist all that
my teacher was dishing out......

AAAAAARRRRRRRHHHHHH!!

I shot my load long and hard, but my cum- and whole cock- greeted
the cool air. Ms Ying had deftly withdrawn from my crotch. In the
midst of my jerking orgasm, she chimed, "Oopes..... I forgot to
tell you: I don't swallow!"

She grabbed my shaft and wiped it rapidly, coaxing every drop of
semen out and into the air. I shot load after load, some landing
on my teacher's tender tits, others on and around my own cock and
balls. My cock was still stiff when it stopping ejaculating. Ms
Ying sensed that I was drained, and removed her hand to revealing
a red, sore organ oozing with cum and saliva.

My teacher leaned on the sofa's headrest for a breather.  I lay
motionless and drained, looking silently at her and trying to
figure why she was willing to go this far. We did nothing else
for another half-hour or so, then unhurriedly cleaned up and
dressed. Ms Ying looked worn and listless. I felt haggard too.

It's hard to understand why sex tires so much. It usually takes
under 1 hour, but can drain both partners like they've run a
marathon! Human brains emit powerful chemicals during sex and the
tiredness after sex is like the withdrawal symptoms drug addicts
feel when they don't get their fix.

Rather drowsily, Ms Ying sent me off. "I'll be rooting hard for
you tomorrow. Now get a good night's sleep....I'd like to rest a
bit more."

As I exited, I saw her pop a canned drink and gulp it down
thirstily. She probably needed it after all that sweating, and to
remove the taste of my cock!

The sky was dimming as I left the school compound. I glowed at
the thought of my fantastic experience, replaying how Ms Ying's
sumptuous body felt in my hands and all my sensations from her
touches...........

My teacher had sucked me off. I recalled that she had called oral
sex unnatural and even blasphemous, punishing the pupil who wrote
the word 'suck' in his homework! I felt disenchanted. Older
people would do anything for personal gain!

Needless to say, not only did I performed in the finals of the
oratorical competition, but I won. To the amazement of my rival
Lisa. But this is moot, as how my English teacher prepared me was
what I remember from the entire episode. Plus, this wasn't the
last time I'd be intimate with her.....



***SPECIAL OFFERING***

If I receive more than $169 in my tip jar (Paypal account:
teddy.days at gmail dot com) by 26 July 2013, I will write a
special, extra encounter story with the English Teacher!

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If you enjoyed my trash, consider tipping me via Paypal
(teddy.days at gmail dot com). I can write more and deliver
better stories!


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**Profile**

By day, I'm a normal guy working as a (mediocre) professional
writer. By night, I enjoy writing trashy smut that blur the line
between fact and fiction. I like my erotica brusque, simple, and
visceral. All email feedback and comments appreciated!  ~Teddy
Daze

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