My favorite stocking teacher

My English teacher, Ms. Huang, wasn't particularly beautiful, but she had long, slender feet. And one thing was certain: I always saw her wearing flesh-colored or white stockings, no matter how hot the weather. While other women wore sandals and went barefoot, she would wear stockings, though mostly short ones—after all, wearing pantyhose in the heat would be uncomfortable. During this time, I never saw her wear black stockings, which I found strange until I finally understood why.

She often wore skirt suits, especially a white shirt and white skirt paired with white pantyhose and white high heels, making her appear pure and unapproachable. She always seemed to be smiling, a warm and welcoming presence.

When she opened her mouth, two rows of white teeth were revealed. Sometimes I really wondered if she was a dentist—how could her teeth be so white? Should she be a nurse instead of a teacher? Because she always wore all white, I could see through her white top that she was wearing a white bra, and I always fantasized about whether her underwear was white. I always kept my gaze fixed between the teacher's legs. With the swaying of her skirt, I could always catch a glimpse of what lay beneath, but never the important thing: I couldn't see what her underwear was. Watching her stand on the podium, chalk in hand, writing lessons with swift strokes, her beautiful, stockinged feet moving slowly to the rhythmic cadence of her high heels, I was mesmerized.

And that wasn't all. After assigning homework, she would stand on her chair, legs crossed, one stockinged foot lifting her shoe. In that half-separated moment, my blood boiled. Many times I wanted to rush to the podium and take her right there, to caress her stockinged feet and explore her mysterious forest. I wondered, were her toes two-toed? Or irregular? Or did they decrease in length from the big toe downwards? Unfortunately, she always wore the wrong shoes; none ever fell down, revealing her entire stockinged foot. Whenever I saw my teacher's silk-stockinged feet lifting her shoes, I would silently chant in my mind: "You slut, hurry up and let your shoes fall off! I want to see your five little cuties!" Unfortunately, I never got my wish.

Once during class, the teacher's bra strap seemed to be slipping down, but she didn't realize it. She kept writing on the blackboard with her back to us, and every time she raised her hand to write, the left bra strap tilted downwards. I was praying and cheering below: "Hurry up and let them fall off!" But it still didn't happen.

After she finished writing, she picked up her textbook and started reading aloud. The students followed along, but I didn't read. I was just staring at her silk-stockinged feet, my mind already lost in pleasure with her. After reading for a while, she lectured for a bit, then turned back to the blackboard and wrote again. As she wrote, the bra strap continued to tilt, almost falling off her fragrant shoulders! My heart skipped a beat. The teacher was wearing a white top; if her bra fell down, the slightly transparent white top would reveal her ample bosom… Unfortunately, the teacher noticed and quickly adjusted the strap. I was disappointed. I cursed inwardly:

[Damn it! So close! That was it! What a load of rubbish!] The teacher pretended to be calm, continuing to write, but her body was trembling slightly, perhaps embarrassed that her bra strap had almost slipped down?

It seemed there was no hope of seeing her bra strap slip! Who knew the bitterness in my heart? Then, something unexpected happened! The teacher tiptoed, using the eraser to wipe the English words she had written, unaware that this caused the left bra strap to slip down. My eyes widened! I wanted to rush to the podium and immediately turn the teacher around to see her adorable breasts. Just thinking about it almost made my nose bleed. Not only did I have this thought, but even the male classmates around me were leering at the scene; they had clearly noticed it too. Only a very few boys who were sleeping in class didn't seem to notice.

[Thud] The blackboard eraser fell to the floor. It turned out the teacher had reached inside her shirt to pull down her bra strap. She suddenly turned around, her face flushed, looking at the students. In that instant, her gaze met mine, burning with desire. She saw the intense lust in my eyes and immediately turned her head away, her eyes darting around in panic. I thought to myself: [Does the teacher know my feelings? Does she know my desire for her?

] I screamed inwardly. The teacher calmed

herself and squatted down to pick up the eraser. I became like a giraffe, craning my neck, trying to see what color her underwear was through her white skirt. The teacher was amazing; even with her kneeling down, the slit in her skirt didn't betray the color of her underwear! Alas! I was disappointed again!

When the teacher stood up, I thought I noticed her glance at me, but when I looked back, she was already looking down at her textbook, reading aloud. Her voice trembled, lacking the strength and conviction of her usual self.

That night, recalling that scene with the teacher earlier that day, I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. I vowed in my heart that I must win her over! I devised countless plans, refining them every night, because I wanted to win her over. My

English score was 120, but I usually only scored 30 or 40, making me a poor student. Since developing a strange affection for Teacher Huang, I started working hard. My initial plan was to reach at least 60, or at least 60 points! Because my grades improved so quickly, Teacher Huang's opinion of me changed. She thought I had potential. She didn't know that I was only studying diligently to create opportunities to get closer to her, all part of my increasingly obscene plan.

Unexpectedly, two days later, I, who had been sitting in the front row and could have close contact with the teacher's silk-stockinged feet, was moved to the back by the homeroom teacher. I was furious that the homeroom teacher did this, because now I couldn't observe Teacher Huang's silk-stockinged feet up close! Wasn't the homeroom teacher going against me? Later, the classmates who hated the homeroom teacher to the core had already suggested to beat her up. Originally, I had no grudge against the homeroom teacher, but when you moved me to the back row and prevented me from observing Teacher Huang's silk-stockinged feet up close, I hated you! So I provided a sack to these classmates, and one day after school, they rushed up to the homeroom teacher, put the sack over her head, and then punched and kicked her, swarming her. Seeing this, I was filled with the pleasure of revenge.

During the school's tug-of-war activity, I saw Teacher Huang holding a child, a toddler who had just started learning to walk, and the child looked very much like Teacher Huang. A female classmate went up and hugged the child, asking: "Teacher, is this your child?" Ms. Huang smiled happily and said, "Yes! It's my child!" The female student exclaimed, "Wow! Teacher, you're so young and already have a child?" The teacher smiled and replied, "Because I got married six months after graduating and being assigned to this school, and soon after, he was born..." She pointed to her child, her face beaming with happiness.

Not far away, I suddenly felt a wave of dizziness wash over me. The teacher was married? And had a child!

I had been thinking about how to win her over, even though I knew a teacher-student relationship was almost impossible, I was still making plans. But now she was married and had a child—was I completely doomed? The teacher was clearly a few years older than us, how could she have gotten married so quickly? Looking at the happiness on her face, it instantly felt like countless poisonous insects were gnawing at my heart.

There was no hope between me and the teacher; I could only admire her from afar, never touch her!

The teacher walked up to me with her child, smiling, and said, "This is a big brother! He's going to participate in the tug-of-war later!" I retorted, "Call him uncle! What brother!" "Teacher, you're only seven years older than us, but you look like my little sister!" I said, implying that I actually wanted to treat her like a younger sister. The teacher smiled broadly, her gaze seemingly piercing my heart. She sensed my slightly inappropriate feelings for her. Indeed, she believed that our seventeen or eighteen years were just the first stirrings of adolescence, so she wasn't too bothered. If she knew my true feelings, she wouldn't have been so careless.

Since learning that Teacher Huang was married and had a child, I've never been so heartbroken. It felt like my favorite lollipop had been snatched away as a child. Tears streamed down my face. I couldn't remember the last time I cried. In short, everything was over! I had finally developed feelings for her, and this was the result.

My English grades had finally improved from 30 or 40 to 60 or 70 in a very short time, but after I found out about this, my mood plummeted, and my grades naturally dropped even further, falling below 30 to around 20. Ms. Huang called me in and asked why. I could only remain silent. Could I tell Ms. Huang that my grades dropped because of her? No! Absolutely not!

Another time, when Ms. Huang assigned homework, I didn't finish it. Not only did I not finish, but many of the boys didn't either. So, the teacher made us go to her office to finish our homework before we could go home or back to the dormitory. The teacher would stay in the office with us, and we could ask her any questions. This is the difference between our teachers and those of today—one kind wanted to teach you, unlike the current teachers who just let you do whatever you want, thinking, "I've already finished the lesson!"

The teacher hadn't been sitting down long when she started getting restless again, using her stockinged feet to pick at her shoes. This action made my blood boil. This wretched stocking-clad witch, why aren't you mine? Why do you always tease me like this? But with so many classmates around, and her being my teacher, I can only have lustful thoughts without the courage to act. I just feel my lower body swelling as if it's about to explode; it desperately needs an outlet!

When I got home, I received a call from my dad, asking me to attend an important party with him the next day. Oh my god, another one of those superficially friendly parties where everyone is scheming and backstabbing. I don't want to go at all. Dad threatened to break my legs if I didn't go! I can't disobey my father! I have to go!

That night, I was extremely depressed. The image of Teacher Huang's silk-stockinged feet and high heels halfway off kept replaying in my mind. The moment her feet were about to leave the shoes was so sexy. And then there was Teacher Huang's warm, spring-like smile that warmed my heart. Seeing her smile seemed to sweep away all my troubles. That night I couldn't sleep, my mind filled with thoughts of Teacher Huang. I even had a wet dream, in which Teacher Huang was wearing only a pair of flesh-colored open-crotch stockings, pleasuring me with abandon. But it was just a dream, not reality, was it? Am I destined to only dream of you?

The next day, I had no energy at all. Teacher Huang assigned homework again, and unfortunately, I didn't finish it once more. This time, unlike last time, I wasn't the only one who hadn't done the homework! The teacher said that same thing again: Teacher Huang was back at her desk grading papers, while I could only sit at the history teacher's desk across from her, rushing to finish this wretched ABC! I hate ABC so much!

Teacher Huang had only been sitting for a little over a minute when she habitually crossed her legs and started picking up her shoes with her stockings. Today, she was wearing pants, a pair of sparkly flesh-colored short stockings, and a pair of black high heels with bows. Her silk-stockinged feet swung back and forth in the shoe, and most of her feet were already exposed, with only the front part inside. The shoe just wouldn't fall off. I had to admire the teacher's skill in choosing shoes; had her shoes never fallen off even once?

But this time, my heart skipped a beat. Only five little toes remained inside the high heel, which seemed about to fall off. I could finally see that adorable little toe! I swallowed hard, then disappointed. The teacher's silk-stockinged foot slipped forward, disappearing into the shoe—another disappointment!

This teasing caused my manhood to stand erect, a small tent rising between my legs, protesting loudly, urging me to hurry up! A fire surged from my lower body straight to my head. Teacher, you're such a sexy woman in stockings! Once again, you're casually picking out shoes in front of me. And just like last time, only your five toes are still inside the shoes; the rest are sticking out, and I can clearly see the gaps between them beneath the stockings. My blood is boiling! I can't resist anymore. I can't let your stockinged feet go back into the shoes; I have to let them show!

My last shred of reason has vanished! Teacher Huang is still engrossed in grading papers, unaware of the danger approaching her! Just as her stockinged feet are about to slip back into her high heels, in a flash! I pounce on her, grabbing her stockinged feet with one hand and the high heels with the other, pulling them off. Her five adorable little toes seem to salute me, indicating that I can conquer them!

The teacher stares at me in astonishment, speechless with shock. I stare intently at the five toes in her stockinged feet—so cute! So tempting! Her beautiful feet, tapering from the big toe downwards, were painted with bright red nail polish. The teacher was such a slut! I couldn't resist; my blood was boiling, desire was controlling my body. I gripped her silk-stockinged feet tightly and brought them to my mouth, sucking hard on the five tiny buds.

"No! What are you doing? Stop!" the teacher cried out, trying to pull her feet back, but I held them firmly. "Do you know what you're doing? I'm your teacher!" the teacher shouted. I spat out her silk-stockinged feet and then licked all the way to the base of her short stockings, replying, "It's precisely because you're my teacher that I'm doing this today!" I casually reached down and pulled off the high heel on her other foot. Now, the teacher's attempt to suppress me with her authority was futile; instead, I was even more excited because she was my teacher!

Undeterred, the teacher kicked me in the face with her other silk-stockinged foot. Clearly, she wasn't using her full strength; after all, I was her teacher, and there was a table behind me. If she had kicked my head and I had hit the table corner, that would have been terrible! It was precisely this mercy that allowed her silk-stockinged foot to kick my face. Although it hurt a little, it only fueled my desire. I reached out and grabbed the silk-stockinged foot that had willingly walked into my trap, rubbing it back and forth against my face. It felt amazing! An indescribable pleasure! I couldn't bear to let go of those beautiful silk-stockinged feet of my teacher!

The teacher cried out: "Please let me go! Let me go! I'm your teacher! Your teacher…" Her cries only further stimulated my senses. The owner of those silk-stockinged feet was my teacher, my elder. I wanted to conquer her, to conquer her! The desire to conquer drove me! I rubbed even more vigorously! I released the silk-stockinged foot from my mouth and stuck out my tongue to lick the other one.

The dragon was protesting, protesting that it also wanted to enjoy these beautiful silken feet. I reached out to untie the dragon's restraints. The teacher saw this and panicked, knowing that once my dragon revealed its ferocious face, disaster would befall us! As I untied the dragon, it leaped and kicked me to the ground, its feet landing precisely on its high heels. It turned to run away. How could I let my prey escape? I chased after it and grabbed it just as it reached the door.

"Help! Help!" the teacher cried out. I pressed my face against her ear and said, "Teacher, school's been over for so long, everyone's gone. Shouting won't help. Besides, if people find out you, a sacred teacher, are doing this shameful thing with your student, where will you put your face?" The teacher panicked: "You know it's shameful! Let me go!" It struggled wildly, trying to break free.

I turned the teacher around, looked at her pretty face, and said, "[Blame it on your own, teacher! You're too sexy! Too beautiful! I couldn't resist!]" Now I was determined and didn't care about anything else! I just wanted to have the teacher in stockings that I had always dreamed of!

The teacher was putting up a futile resistance, her hands pushing me away forcefully. I held her tightly, not letting her leave me. The teacher cried and screamed, and I kissed her on the cheek, making her cry even louder!

"How annoying! What are you crying for!" I got angry, pushed the teacher down onto the desk, took off my clothes, and was about to pounce on her when the teacher's high-heeled, stockinged foot kicked at me! If I had been kicked in the face by that high heel, I would have fainted on the spot, and might even have suffered a concussion.

Luckily, I reacted quickly. I hadn't fought in vain before. I dodged, then grabbed the silk-clad foot with my iron hand. I stuck out my tongue and licked it lightly, saying, "Teacher, your beautiful silk-clad feet aren't for kicking people, but for hurting people!" The teacher's eyes were full of horror. She crawled forward, trying to escape, but with her foot in my hand, where could she run to?

I pressed down on her, turning her face to face. I wanted her to see firsthand how I, the student council member, could conquer this teacher! "Ah!" I ripped open her shirt, revealing her white breasts. Her first reaction was to cover her chest with her hands, pleading, "Stop! No!" But I was driven by desire; how could I listen to her? I forcefully removed her hands and ripped off her bra. She used her last resort: "If you do this, I'll tell the principal, and you'll be expelled! Your future will be ruined! You can't do this!" I wanted to completely break down her defenses: "Even if I raped the principal's wife, the principal wouldn't dare expel me! Because this school is heavily funded by my father!

You should know that!" These words silenced her; she was truly terrified. She could only plead, "Please, don't do this! No!" " I can't...!" I was annoyed by the teacher's incessant chatter, so I stuffed the bra I'd torn off into her mouth.

I leaned down and lightly kissed her earlobe a few times, saying, "It's much quieter now!" The teacher could only groan and pound on me with her hands! Each slap and pound only aroused me more, turning me into a terrifying beast! I stared at the teacher's breasts, whiter than eggs, like freshly cut white satin, like newly tailored brocade, the bright red nipples like blooming flower buds beckoning me to pluck them. I immediately began sucking on the teacher's breasts, sometimes the left, sometimes the right, my hands never stopping, grabbing this one, sometimes that one. In contrast, the teacher's helpless hands pounded on my body, making her forget to remove the bra from her mouth, because she thought the most urgent thing was to relieve my violation of her.

Under the teacher's constant pounding, I became impatient; I wanted to completely destroy the teacher's defenses! I pulled the teacher's pants and underwear down to her knees. The teacher understood what was about to happen; her body throbbed and moved incessantly. I pressed down hard with both hands, fixing her body in place, revealing her mysterious cave. The cave beneath the dense forest was incredibly alluring. My dragon couldn't resist; it throbbed, urging me to hurry and launch a fierce attack on the enemy fortress!

I wedged my legs between the teacher's legs and then forcefully spread them apart, completely exposing her cave to my onslaught! Begin the attack! The dragon quickly breached the entrance; there was no prelude, because it had waited too long and was too eager—it plunged in all the way! Upon entering the teacher's cave, the friction against the vaginal walls sent waves of pleasure through me. The teacher's vagina had loosened somewhat after giving birth a few years ago, but the vaginal suction was strong, holding my dragon captive. Driven by pleasure, I thrust wildly, letting my dragon swim back and forth freely within the cave. I have to admit, the teacher was incredibly wet. Every time my dragon emerged, it brought out a ton of fluid—it was amazing!

I was so comfortable I couldn't speak, only knowing to thrust into the teacher's flower again and again, determined to completely conquer this teacher in stockings! The teacher was completely overwhelmed; the frequency of her slapping me decreased until she stopped altogether. She just stared blankly upwards, silently enduring everything, letting me ravage her.

[Ah, ah] I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated all over the teacher. The warm, wet sensation after ejaculation enveloped my dragon, which softened from the ejaculation but still lingered inside the teacher's cave, unwilling to leave. After a series of thrusts and pounding, I was completely exhausted. The teacher forcefully pushed me away and rushed out of the office. I only watched her departing figure, not chasing after her, still immersed in the unparalleled happiness I had just experienced. I finally got my teacher! I got my teacher! It's a pity that this time the teacher was wearing flesh-colored short stockings instead of pantyhose! I must have a teacher wearing flesh-colored pantyhose pluck at my crotch like this today!

【over】

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