Sexual history of college teachers

The second semester had begun, and although there were no classes on Saturdays, the campus was still sweltering, the sun high
in the sky.
K High School, with its long history dating back to the Meiji era, has a dojo on campus, its
history nearly as long as the school's, preserved from its founding to the present day.
Minami Tatsuya, a third-year student at K High School, was practicing kendo in the dojo. The sounds of hissing and slashing
drew the attention of many onlookers. Hasumi Shoko was also watching them practice.
Hasumi Shoko was a twenty-six-year-old English teacher at K High School, still single. She was very beautiful
and had a great figure, a beauty in the eyes of men.
At this moment, Hasumi Shoko was reminiscing about how she and Minami Tatsuya met, and how things unfolded,
the memories swirling in her mind.
Hasumi Shoko and Minami Tatsuya noticed each other during a dojo performance. At that time, Tatsuya
defeated another opponent and received encouragement from Shoko, which led him to notice her. Later,
Shoko often used her breaks to teach Tatsuya English, helping him improve. This led to an incredible incident.
Tatsuya was practicing in the dojo when he saw Shoko slowly approaching.
He felt a surge of joy and paused his practice to rest.
Behind the dojo were many abandoned warehouses, rarely visited by students. It was practically a
dead end on campus, overgrown with weeds and littered with dog feces. Delinquent students sometimes came here to
smoke; it was a perfect place for sneaky smoking. Tatsuya leaned against the wall of the sports equipment warehouse, lit a cigarette, and checked his watch . There were still forty-five minutes
until afternoon class . When Shoko appeared from beside the gymnasium, Tatsuya hadn't finished his cigarette. Standing in the shade, Tatsuya noticed Shoko's light blue dress gleaming in the sunlight. Shoko seemed to be having trouble walking through the weeds. Tatsuya stubbed out his cigarette with his foot . "Really, smoking so openly in school," Shoko exclaimed, her eyes wide. "What if the other teachers find out? They won't let you off easily." Shoko hadn't been at the school long and didn't know Tatsuya was a repeat smoker. Tatsuya ignored her warning and held out his hand. "The key to the storage room." " I brought it. What do you need it for?" Shoko asked Tatsuya suspiciously. " I'm afraid someone might see us here. It's fine for me, but it's inconvenient for the teachers, right? Give me the key." He snatched the key from the small wooden board like a snatcher, opened the door, and the two of them went in, then locked it from the inside. That way, no one could come in. The room reeked of dust. "Keep Clean" signs were plastered on the walls, and various tents, used sports equipment, and old vaulting boxes piled against the wall were scattered everywhere. Tatsuya sat on a rickety embankment, patted the area beside him, and gestured for Shoko to sit there as well, kicking up a cloud of dust. "What's wrong? I don't have much time," Shoko said, standing there, her expression tense. "Don't say anything, come here," Tatsuya said to Shoko, taking out a handkerchief and spreading it on the embankment. Shoko sat down beside him, feigning reluctance. Tatsuya put his arm around her, and as he approached her lips, Shoko turned her face away . She said, "I don't want to be in a place like this." " Why?" Tatsuya looked at Shoko with a questioning gaze. " I don't have that kind of feeling. You need to understand that. At school, we have a normal teacher-student relationship. We can't bring personal feelings into this." "This is something you absolutely must do." "That 's generally not possible. During working hours, I'm a teacher at the school, with various responsibilities. Only after work , when I get home, can I resume being a woman named Shoko. My relationship with you is personal, unrelated to the teacher; it's a relationship between a man and a woman. So, when we're at school, we need to be even clearer about this. You need to understand." " Then, how about confiscating my cigarettes as a teacher and reporting to the principal about Minami Tatsuya smoking ?" " In my personal opinion, as long as you notice cigarette butts or fires and don't smoke in the classroom, it's not a big deal. The law prohibits minors from drinking or smoking, so school rules are strict, but I think we should let those over eighteen make their own judgments. And no matter how strict the rules are on campus, there's no way to know if someone is smoking outside of school. I'll warn them if I see them, but I won't make a big deal out of it." " That's because the person smoking is related to me, isn't it?" Tatsuya grabbed the hem of his skirt, but Shoko pressed his hand down. " Did you change? What style is it?" Tatsuya asked Shoko. "Am I such a dishonest woman? Of course I didn't change," he whispered, his ears turning red. " I need to see it with my own eyes. I feel I need to see it with my own eyes before I can believe you." " You don't believe me!" " I'll show you mine first. I'll keep my promise and change my pants for you, you see." Tatsuya unzipped his waistband, preparing to take off his outer trousers. "Don't do this, not here," Shoko quickly said to Tatsuya. Although he hurriedly tried to stop her, Tatsuya ignored her and stood in front of Shoko with his school trousers pulled down. The women's panties, barely covering his lower abdomen, seemed to be barely holding him up, and Tatsuya's penis was clearly visible. Shoko looked very nervous when she saw that. Tatsuya told her it was because they had been sitting side by side . Shoko blushed and looked away, but Tatsuya came to her side. "What if someone sees us? Hurry up and put your pants on." Shoko immediately told Tatsuya to put his pants on so that no one would see them. " You're so worried. The door is locked, now it's the teacher's turn." When he tried to lift her skirt, Shoko refused and stepped back, but Tatsuya grabbed her. "I want to wear pantyhose, so no." "You lied to me, you didn't wear them. Right? You didn't wear them as promised, did you?" "I did, I already did, you have to believe me."

"Then, show me. Your avoidance makes me even more suspicious; you must be lying." Tatsuya's tone was one of absolute insistence
on seeing it with his own eyes.
"You're going too far. Fine, I'll let you be sure. Give me your hand."
Shoko pulled Tatsuya's hand under her skirt, guiding it from her waist into her pantyhose, preventing him from directly touching her
. Her body slid down, the skirt lifting to reveal her full thighs, causing Tatsuya's erection to throb painfully.
"Here, isn't there an opening in the front?"
Confirming it was her flesh-colored pantyhose, Tatsuya was deeply moved that this female teacher had actually kept such a foolish promise.
He used his free hand to embrace Shoko's body, quickly pressing his lips to her red lips. Shoko's eyes widened as if startled,
shaking her head to escape, but not truly resisting. She immediately closed her eyes, relaxing her body. Ever since reading
Tatsuya's note, she had already considered that at least they would kiss.
His hand, which had been inside her pants, slipped inside through the opening of her underwear. This startled Shoko,
and she grabbed Tatsuya's hand, indicating she absolutely couldn't. But he wasn't one to give in easily; he forced his way in, touching
the very top of her sensitive mound.
"Please, don't do this," Shoko pleaded softly. "
I can't stop," Tatsuya replied calmly.
"You should know where you are. You didn't listen to a word I said. I beg you
to separate public and private matters, don't do this!" He then inserted his fingers.
But at the same time, the stronger this forbidden feeling grew, the stronger the sense of intrusion, numbing Shoko's reason like poison
. She kept saying no, but her sensitive mound soon succumbed to a state of ecstasy as it was touched
.
Shoko's face rested on Tatsuya's shoulder, her rosy cheeks appearing exceptionally beautiful. Tatsuya pulled aside
the hair draped around her neck and kissed it. Sunlight streaming in from the window made
her snow-white neck even more alluring. With only twenty minutes left of lunch break, Tatsuya began undressing her. Shoko wasn't very cooperative,
but she didn't resist much. Finally, he managed to remove her pantyhose, revealing her snow-white thighs. Tatsuya couldn't resist grabbing them forcefully
.
"Ah!" Shoko looked up and let out a soft cry.
Tatsuya's eyes were moist, filled with desire.
The bed was about the size of a single bed, enough space for two people to lie down, but it was very dusty.
Shoko didn't want to, and Tatsuya couldn't force her too much. He asked her to come up on his lap, but Shoko still refused
. However, now that he had taken off his underwear, it was only a superficial refusal; the forbidden thoughts had long since lost to the temptation of lust.
"Hurry up!" Tatsuya's voice grew rough with urgency. Shoko, who had been hanging her head, finally lifted her buttocks.
"Are you alright?" she asked, looking back anxiously.
Tatsuya embraced her waist, face to face.
Slowly straddling his lap, Tatsuya lifted the hem of his dress, embracing his slender waist again
. Shoko's hands wrapped around Tatsuya's neck, their sweaty faces pressed together. He urged her from below, positioning himself correctly. Shoko frowned,
first lifting her buttocks, then hesitantly lowering herself. It was strange that no nectar dripped from her,
but her moist petals enveloped Tatsuya's erection, the area covered growing larger, pleasure surging from his rear to his head.
Using her weight, she sat down, embracing Tatsuya's neck tightly. Tatsuya's face was
pressed between the two mounds of her breasts, inhaling her unique fragrance.
"Ah!" Tatsuya heard a sigh, then felt Shoko's body move—not a real movement
, but rather adjusting the internal position of their union. What had been a tight, secret passage was now perfectly suited to the situation
.
Shoko berated the bad woman and the unqualified teacher, but Tatsuya had no way to answer her self-talk
. He also didn't have time to indulge the female teacher's sentimentality, so he started moving around.
Shoko remained seated, letting Tatsuya do as he pleased, all her weight pressing down on her.
"Teacher," he urged, urging her to do a horse-riding pose.
Urged on, she had to lift her body, with Tatsuya encouraging and guiding her from below
. Unaccustomed to taking initiative, Shoko couldn't continue, unable to maintain rhythm, and ended up sitting on Tatsuya's lap, moving around in a seated position. Moreover,
these movements became smaller and smaller, until finally only a swaying motion remained. However, her breathing was still so
rapid, and she occasionally couldn't help but groan.
It was like winding up a loose spring; a touch to her buttocks would immediately initiate up-and-down movements
, but the momentum would quickly dissipate, repeating this cycle endlessly.
This is because Shoko's body hasn't reached the point where she can enjoy the highest level of pleasure. Just being with Tatsuya
seems to give her considerable satisfaction, and she looks grateful, saying shyly,
"That was great, that was great."
"Ah!" Shoko exclaimed in surprise. This is understandable; her fingers were already covered in nectar with just a little bit inside.
Shoko's body was already so excited. It wasn't just Tatsuya who felt sexually aroused .
The reason Shoko refused his fingers' entry, making embarrassed sounds when touched, was because she was afraid of revealing her wetness and
feeling ashamed.
The inserted fingers didn't reach the bottom of the valley. Shoko was sitting on the embankment, most of her private parts in close contact with it
, and her legs were pressed together. Tatsuya could only touch the small protruding part.
"Wait until tonight!" Her voice trembled, and her knees quivered slightly, but Shoko didn't seem to want to run away
; she merely adopted a defensive stance. She kept repeating, "This is school, we can't do this during lunch break,
" her breathing rapid as she repeated the same words several times. Forbidden thoughts lingered in Shoko's mind
. The image of teachers and students indulging in lewd behavior on the sacred school grounds was
a sin far greater than students smoking on campus. Shoko was tormented by a sense of moral depravity. She
was already burning with desire. Pulling apart her two mounds revealed her wet petals, and Tatsuya seemed impatient,
thrusting in all the way.
"I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore,"
Shoko sighed deeply after being patted twice on the shoulder.
"What kind of expression should I wear when I go back to the teachers' office? I can't possibly teach." Shoko said to Tatsuya
.
"But being late is still bad, let's leave first." Tatsuya said.
"No. Don't worry about me, just go by yourself." Shoko had now changed her attitude.
She was acting like a child, throwing a tantrum. As Tatsuya started to straighten his clothes, Shoko hugged him tightly again
.
"Don't go!" Shoko held Tatsuya tightly.
"What's wrong? You're not like you used to be." Tatsuya said to Shoko with a suspicious tone.
"That's right, I'm a woman who's no longer qualified to be a teacher. Who made me this way?"
Her tear-stained face pressed against Tatsuya's face, and she kissed Tatsuya's lips frantically.

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