The seduction of a teacher by a SYT part 1
“Would you people pay attention?” I yelled for the sixth time during the lecture. They were unruly again as they almost always were, here near the tiring, irritating end of yet another tiring, irritating school day. I had tried yelling and cajoling and bribing, but nothing had worked with this group all year long. I finally gave up trying to explain and told the students to work on their homework assignment for the rest of the period.
To cool my frustration off, I glanced over to the front part of the room where I can see one friendly, attentive face – the face of Michelle. Michelle has such a sweet face, firm tits and a figure to die for. She always dressed sexily to the lecture hall and the few times when I was near her, she smelled so sweet. I stole glances at her face and body for as long as I dared, noticing that she was actually trying to get her classmates around her to be quiet so that she could get some homework done. My glance then travelled to her long legs and inevitably caught a hint of her panties under her all too short mini skirt. Michelle looked up at me and noticed me looking at her. She beamed her biggest, sweetest smile when she saw me watching and shrugged her shoulders as if to say, “I cannot help with those idiots either”
It’s finally, mercifully over. The bell rings and the students rushed out, scrambling for the nearest exit mah chiam like the hell of hell just open, again with the only exception being Michelle, of course. Every time before she left, Michelle would come by my desk and says, “See you tomorrow, Mr Ken.” I smiled up at her, feeling a little uneasy at the same time that appreciating her trying to be so genuinely friendly. I tried not to stare after she turned and started walking out, but found my gaze invariably drawn back to her. I intently watches her firm, youthful ass as it sways back and forth while she walks out into the hallway.
“Thank God, it is the end of the day,” I thought when Michelle’s ass disappears out of the door. I know that it is very dangerous for me to think this way about one of his female students. It’s the single quickest way to leave the teaching profession early nowadays. Of course, some teachers did it, both male and female. The clothes that the students wore nowadays were just too damn provocative and revealing for any normal human not to at least look at them, either down the front of a low-cut blouse or up a too-short mini-skirt, or, for the female teachers, at the conspicuous bulges in the front of male students’ sweat pants or jeans. “The solution,” I thought, with a tired sigh, “was not to let yourself dwell or fixate on a student, no matter how hard they tried to get you to sometimes.”
Michelle had been trying her best to get me to think about her for a few weeks liao. I had become convinced quite some time back that it wasn’t just my imagination by thinking that a cute girl half my age had the hots for me. Some of the attempted flirtations by 16-and 17-year-olds were so obvious as to be laughable. The obvious ones were so obvious that they were easy to push aside and resist.
Michelle, on the other hand, was doing everything as properly as could be done. No winks or overenthusiastic brushes against me amongst the hallway traffic. No silly compliments about my tie or my clothes. She was much more subtle than that, and that was what worried me. I was afraid that she might be serious about me, and even more afraid that I wanted her to be serious.
To be continued …………………………..
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The seduction of a teacher by a SYT part 2
The part that scared me was that when she dropped by my room during my free periods or stopped in after school to talk to me (which she had made a habit of doing at least once almost every day for the past few weeks liao) she actually sat and talked with me like an adult. When I was with Michelle, I found it very easy to imagine that I was talking to someone 10 years older. Michelle even took to upon herself to do stapling and other chores for me. I knew that I shouldn’t let her do it as it might somehow encourage her as well as allow me to be tempted further, but she was so damn helpful, fast and hardworking and not to mention, a fantastic eye candy. Despite my apprehension, I found myself feeling more and more pleased each time she showed up in my doorway for whatever reason.
“I wonder where she is these few days?” I thought to myself, a frowning at the thought of not having her around helping me. I caught myself thinking that way and harshly reminded myself that maybe it is better this, maybe she realized her efforts are futile and had given up, besides she was young and had better things to do. I then went about grading the papers, trying mightily but failing to prevent an image of her gently swaying butt and the occasional down blouse glimpses of her B+ bosoms from intruding on my thoughts.
By the time that I finally gave up on grading the papers, the cleaners had long finished their cleaning and were gone for the evening. I sat and listened for a few minutes. The building was perfectly quiet. I supposed that it must be one of those rare evenings when there wasn’t some sort of meeting going on in the building. I took a quick glance out the window at the parking lot, and, sure enough, mine was the only vehicle insight. “Wow, It’s 10:15pm! No wonder everyone else is gone,” I thought sarcastically, “they’re all gone home to family and all that happy shit.” No such luck for me as I had just broken up recently with my girl friend.
I looked down at the mass of papers still to be graded, and decided that the grading would go much more smoothly if I was home in my little apartment with my feet up and a couple of tiger beers on the stand beside my chair than it would here in this stuffy little room. With that in mind, I began to gather up the materials, but stopped a moment later in complete surprise when I heard a light tapping at the door to the room
and then the sounds of someone trying to turn the doorknob. “Well, who the hell is that?” I thought grumpily, readying myself for more aggravation. “There must have been someone else here after all and probably some silly ass who wants to yap and keep me here even later,” and, then, as the doorknob kept rattling insistently, “Goddamn cleaner must have locked it when he went home.” I got up and went over to open it for which ever teacher was crazy enough to be working this late.
“Who is it?” I called through the locked door. “It’s just me,” said the quiet, female voice from the other side of the door. Instantly, my heart began pumping blood faster as I recognized Michelle’s voice. I was so surprised that I froze for a moment, before opening the door for her. Michelle was still wearing the same sexy pink spaghetti top and white mini skirt that she had worn to school that day. The skirt was cut to flatter her hips and was short enough that her long, smooth, creamy legs were still readily visible without being so ridiculously short (as many girls’ skirts often were) that she looked slutty or downright silly as some of her classmates did.
As Michelle stood facing me in the doorway, I caught the faintest hint of perfume. It was something light and very nice. The scent wafting into my nostrils was just strong enough to make me breathe in deeply in spite of my fear and tension. It also made me want to get closer. “Shit, I must control my emotions.” I thought to myself. Her hair was worn loose and pulled back behind her ears and was just long enough so that the bottom of her hair barely brushed against her shoulders when she turned her head from side to side. In other words, Michelle was dressed in a smart, classy, very adult manner.
“Well, hello Michelle,” I said as she walked past me into the room. “What are you doing at school this time of night?” I tried to make my voice as calm and as matter-of-fact as possible, and immediately felt sure that I had failed miserably. Michelle didn’t seem to notice though, walking quickly up to my desk while I closed the door (after a nervous peek outside to make sure that the hallway was empty), and plunked down in the position she always occupied when she dropped by during a free period or after school - the seat right in front of the teacher’s desk, sitting so that she faced me when I sat behind my desk.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Ken, you were about to leave weren’t you?” Michelle said when she noticed my half-loaded briefcase as I circled around her and sat down behind my desk. “Ah, well, I guess, but I’m in no hurry,” I answered with a smile, wondering even as I said it why I didn’t take the easy way out of this situation that she had just offered. “You didn’t answer me. I’m stuck here grading papers, but you must have better things to do than hang around school until so late. So, why are you here?” I asked again with a gentle smile. Michelle had relaxed and settled down more comfortably into her seat as soon as I had told her I was in no hurry, but she tensed up again, sitting straighter in her seat, when I repeated the question.
To be continued…………………………….
nice… do continue the story soon.
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The seduction of a teacher by a SYT part 3
“It’s my parents again,” she said, trying to make it sound like it was no big deal at all. Michelle had told me earlier in the year that her mom and step-father fought a lot, but she had passed it off as not being that bad. I had suspected at the time that it was, and her presence here tonight confirmed my suspicions. “I just didn’t feel like listening to them scream at each other any more so I left and was out walking around and, well, I came by here and saw your light on and that your car was still here. So, here I am,” she finished with a brave smile,
“Okay, fair enough,” I said, and saw her body visibly relax again. “Thanks. I don’t want to be a nuisance,” Michelle added. “Nah, you’re not a nuisance,” I answered with a grin, relaxing a bit myself. “You can hang out as long as you like. Well, I mean, you can hang out ’til I leave. I wouldn’t think that you’d want to spend the night locked inside the school.” Michelle giggled at that, making her eyes sparkle as they always did when she laughed, and those sparkling eyes made my heart skip a beat or two again as I joined in her laughter. “Michelle, if ever you need to talk about your problems, my door is always open.” I added. “Thanks, Mr Ken,” Michelle said gratefully.
In order to keep myself from just sitting and gawking at her, as I would have loved to do, I started grading the papers again, figuring that Michelle would get tired of watching me and leave fairly quickly. “I like hanging out with you,” she spoke quietly a few moments later, destroying the little concentration I had regained. “I, uh, well, yeah, I like having your company too,” I sputtered back, not sure at all how to answer a statement like that - not safely anyway. Michelle’s face lit up with another sweet smile when I said that, making me wonder if it been the wrong thing to say.
“Good!” Michelle said and then suddenly hopped up, walked around the desk and bent down to look over my shoulder at the papers I was trying quite unsuccessfully to grade. “Can I watch you grade the assignments?” she asked sweetly, placing her hands on the desk beside me and supporting herself on them. From this distance, her perfume drifted back into my nostrils, providing very nearly more stimulus than I could stand. With increasing alarm, I felt the beginnings of an erection swelling in my pants.
“Sssure,” I stammered, sounding more like a frightened teenager than Michelle. I was thankful that she made no sign of noticing how nervous I was even if she had. As she leaned over my desk giving me a lovely view of her bosoms, with her left breast no more than 15cm from my mouth, I only managed to mark three or four more questions before giving up and leaning back in my chair. The shift helped with two things. It got my face a safer distance from Michelle’s luscious breasts and gave her no further excuse to lean over. Michelle, however, didn’t let that bother her as she turned to face me again, leaning back against the edge of my desk with her butt.
“You know, it’s, well, I’m not sure it’s a good idea for you to be up here. It is getting rather late and I am sure your parents will be worried,” I finally got up the nerve to say haltingly as I put my hands behind my head and tried my best to look calm and trying mightily to prevent myself from peeking at her smooth creamy legs. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I regretted them because the girl’s pretty face clouded with a frown. “I mean, I really like having you around, it’s just, well, you know people would talk if they knew you were up here alone with me,” I hurriedly added.
“Oh, I know, Mr. Ken,” she answered cheerfully; the smile returning to her face just as quickly as it had vanished. “That’s why I was extra careful before I came into the building. I didn’t think the doors would be unlocked, but they were. So, before I came inside, I made extra sure to look around to see if anyone was in any of the other rooms or across the street who might see me,” she explained proudly. Her words made my heart race even faster. She had checked to make sure no one would know she was alone with me?! I could scarcely believe my ears and couldn’t decide whether to be terrified or thrilled with the news. “So, don’t you worry, Mr. Ken,” she went on, smiling down at me, “nobody knows I’m here but me, and I would never, ever say anything to get you into trouble.”
“Well, uh, okay, I mean, uhhh, I know you wouldn’t do that, Michelle, but don’t you think it is better if you go home as it is getting quite late. Besides I am also getting rather tired,” I finally managed to stutter out weakly as I felt sweat pop out onto my forehead despite the fact that the room was rather cool from the night air softly blowing through the open windows. I was so nervous that I proceeded to do something that I always did when I was tired or nervous or both. Rather than say anything else at the moment and make myself sound even more nervous, I began stretching my neck, rotating my head from side to side, trying to loosen it up and give myself a chance to regain a little composure.
“Oh, I bet your neck is killing you!” she cried sympathetically, and, before I could even begin to react, Michelle hopped up off the edge of my desk, scooted around behind my chair, and began rubbing at the base of my neck with her warm, soft hands. It was as if an electric current passed through my body at the touch of her fingers, and I jerked involuntarily. “Oh, I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” Michelle asked with her voice full of concern and immediately stopped rubbing. “Uh, unh, no, it’s okay,” I answered in a barely audible whisper. “Oh, okay,” she said happily and went back to massaging my neck with what turned out to be surprisingly strong fingers. It felt wonderful, but I knew it was crazy to let her keep doing this. It was crazy to let her touch me at all, considering how badly I desired her now. I knew that the longer she kept this up, the more trouble I was going to have controlling myself, but somehow couldn’t get myself to ask her to stop.
To be continued ……………………………………
Hi, Bros. I am back with part 4. Cannot help but noticed that nobody “up” me after part 2 and wonder if the story is boring to the majority of the readers.
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The seduction of a teacher by a SYT part 4
“God, your neck is stiff as a board!” Michelle said with a laugh as she began to really dig in with her fingers. “Poor Mr Ken, with all these silly assignments to grade, it’s no wonder your neck is killing you. You really got get more rest and relax some,” she gently lectured while she continued the massage. By that point, I could only grunt meekly in the affirmative. Her fingers were doing wonders for my neck and my disposition.
“Mr Ken, can I really talk to you about my problem?” Michelle asked while she proceeded to massage my forehead, tilting my head to lean back further. “Sure, I will be more than happy to listen,” I purred out of sheer bliss, closing my eyes to enjoy the unexpectedly skilful massage. By now, I could feel the back of my head was resting on her ample love pillows. She worked on me for another minute, and said “it’s my step-father. He had been molesting me for about a year now.” That snapped me out of my stupor and made me sit up and said, “Michelle, does your mum know about it? If you want to make a police report, I will be glad to accompany you.”
Michelle pushed my head right back to continue her massage on my temple and whispered “Relax, Mr Ken. It is not that big deal. He was not that bad…..just the occasional slapping of my butt and the rare ‘accidental’ brushes across my breast. Please allow me to continue without interruptions unless I ask you a question. Ok?” I nodded in affirmative. “What is really bothering me is that although I do not welcome his advances, deep down I sort of like it,” she continued in her soft sexy voice, “Two weeks ago, he came back quite drunk, mistook me for my mum I think and started kissing me and fondling my breasts. I managed to shake him off after a few minutes, retreated to my room and he did not pursue me further. Mr Ken, I couldn’t help thinking about that few short minutes for the days to follow and how it made me feel good and at the same time disgusted.”
“Am I mad, Mr Ken? Am I a bad girl?” Michelle asked in her soft imploring voice. By now, Michelle’s breasts were pressed against my neck and shoulders and I was having a raging hard-on in my pants especially after hearing her somewhat erotic confession and imagining myself kissing her and fondling her breasts instead of her step-father. “Uh…..No, Michelle. Don’t think of yourself that way. It’s not your fault and you are just starting to discover your sexuality,” I managed to stammer.
Michelle gave me one final, soft squeeze and stopped but left her hands on my shoulders so that her fingers remained in contact with the bare skin of my neck. “Mr Ken, I am not all that innocent. I found some Japanese porn in my step-father’s room and stole them to watch. I must admit I like watching them and even fantasized myself ………doing it with you,” Michelle breathed into my ear.
“What! Michelle…….. I am flattered but ….but we cannot…… I mean it is not right. I am your teacher,” I managed to splutter out weakly. “Siao liao, how to get out of this mess?” I thought to myself. “But, you do like me, right? You do desire me, right?” Michelle insisted. “No…..Michelle, you are my favourite student, that’s all,” I said trying desperately to regain any shred of composure yet remain frozen in the seat like a deer caught in the headlights. “Do not lie, Mr Ken. I know you have always liked peeking at my breasts and up my skirts, right?” Michelle murmured into my ears again, causing my dick to swell larger. “No……Michelle,” I tried to deny but failing miserably. Michelle then glanced at the bulge in my pants, smiled and told me “Prove it.” My throat was very dry at this juncture and I could hardly catch my breath. “How?” I managed to ask meekly. “Kiss me. Kiss me to show that you are unaffected by me,” came Michelle’s immediate reply.
Michelle then bended forward and turned my head towards her and there remained only a scant five or six centimetres between my lips and hers. It was as if she had a powerful magnet implanted in her lips and mine were made of solid iron. She covered the remaining distance quickly, smothering the rest of what I was going to say with a kiss. It wasn’t a wild, animalistic kiss, but more of a firm, passionate one, leaving nothing to my imagination as to what it was intended to convey.
To be continued……………………..
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The seduction of a teacher by a SYT part 5
Michelle pressed her soft pink lips to mine, without nibbling or opening her mouth, but neither did she lighten the pressure while I was desperately trying to control my breathing and think at the same time, finding the thinking part much harder to do. My lips seemed to have a will of their own and began kissing Michelle back. We began nibbling at each other’s lips as our kisses became more and more passionate. My tongue soon found its way fully into her mouth, brushing against hers and wetly caressing it. She responded by returning the action. Our tongues were soon fighting vigorously and as I tasted Michelle’s sweet mouth, I noticed that she was trembling a little with her breathing harder, her eyes half closed and her face flushed. “Oh my God, what have I done? I must put a stop to this ………….soon,” I thought to myself with whatever fragments of consciousness that I had left.
Michelle seemed to sense my thoughts or my hesitancy and deepened the kiss aggressively. Michelle’s hand strayed onto my harden prick and lightly caressed it. “So Mr Ken, are you still sure that I am just your favourite student and nothing more?” Michelle asked. “Uh….uh…” I tried to reply but my thoughts were incoherent. Without allowing me to complete my sentence, Michelle pivoted her body and slid down into my lap and I couldn’t summon the will to stop her. I gasped softly into the 18-year-old’s mouth as her luscious ass pressed down onto my erection. Then Michelle reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck without ever breaking her lip-lock on my mouth. By this time, damn Buay Tahan liao and I only bring her into my embrace, hugging her warm supple body tightly against me.
I was frankly amazed at the passion and aggressiveness of the young girl’s kisses which made me feel a bit less guilty about what I was doing. I might even have got myself back under control and pushed her away or perhaps have kept my indiscretion to merely kissing but for the soft moans that emanated from Michelle. I stopped my kisses to look at Michelle’s sweet face. She was now very flushed and groaned in protest. My cock was rigid and throbbing against her ass as I watched her luscious breasts rising and falling rapidly due to her quickened breathing. KNN! How to resist!
I began licking and kissing and nibbling my way down her neck and at the same time caressing her breasts, which made Michelle lean her head back and moan softly in approval. I continued kissing her throat, moving back and forth from ear to ear, periodically returning to her soft pink lips. My hand roamed to her back under her spaghetti top, swiftly unclasped her strapless bra, pulled it out and discarded it on the floor to free her firm, young breasts to my touches. Her nipples jutting out and straining against her thin spaghetti top simply blew me away. I could feel my underwear getting wet with pre-cum and the sight and movement of Michelle squirming against my straining dick excited me further.
I began to move my hands over her body while furiously kissing her, rubbing her back and massaging her supple breasts through her spaghetti top while my lust for her grew and grew. I could her harden nipples through the thin fabric and started tracing circles around them and flicking them with my finger tips. “Oh God, Yes!” Michelle moaned, nearly delirious. “Yes Mr. Ken! Mmmm, Ahhh! Mmmmmm, God, how I’ve wanted you to do this to me! For so damn long! Mmmm!”
“Please Mr. Ken! More! Please!” Michelle moaned into my mouth while I pinched one of her hard nipples between my fingers. My passion had clouded any coherent thoughts and my desire had completely overwhelmed my self-control. “Yes! Yes Michelle!” I panted against her neck as my hands groped her breasts. Michelle reached down with one hand and pulled her top up around her neck in response to my fondling, and I suddenly found my hands grasping firm, young flesh. I leaned over and sucked Michelle’s nipple, hungrily nursing on the taut aureole.
“Oh God yes!” Michelle gasped, grabbing a handful of my hair to hold onto while she tried to grind her tits even harder against my mouth. I took turns to suck both nipples hungrily while my hand slid under her mini skirt along her smooth inner thighs and found her panties. Damn! Her panties were soaked. I slowly rubbed her pussy through her panties, wiggling my fingertips against where I guessed her clit would be as the smell of her arousal became very evident. Michelle threw back her head and moaned louder “Oh God. Feels ….Won…der..ful.. Mmmm, Ahhh!”
My handphone suddenly rang. I tried to ignore it but the caller was so damn persistent. I stopped fingering Michelle and signalled for her to remain silent. Michelle nodded and stood up and moved further away to control her ragged breathing. “Hello, Yes, Boon Teck …What can I do for you? Play snooker? Now? Sorry, Boon Teck. Now kind of indisposed. Very busy with marking some papers. Ok. Some other time,” as I brushed Boon Teck aside trying to bring the conversation to an end. The phone call broke Michelle’s spell on me and the enormity of my precarious situation suddenly hit me.
To be continued …………………….
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TommyPingPong
Great story!
But was wondering the points of TS; so far 8 post but 100+ points?
Ai yo. Boss up my points for contributing to his new forum lah. Thought Sam so kind to set up this forum so must support his new forum lor.
Anyway today, too feeling too well and still got to prepare materials for class. Will continue the story some other day. Btw thanks for upping me.
will return the favour when i can. Dunno why power still zero.
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Jacker007
Ai yo. Boss up my points for contributing to his new forum lah. Thought Sam so kind to set up this forum so must support his new forum lor.
Anyway today, too feeling too well and still got to prepare materials for class. Will continue the story some other day. Btw thanks for upping me.
will return the favour when i can. Dunno why power still zero.
You need to wait for a year later then will have the power to up others, I think.
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Bigbluebird
You need to wait for a year later then will have the power to up others, I think.
I don’t think so leh. But thanks for your opinion anyways