The alluring scent of a female teacher

Miho Nakajo felt a sharp pain in her left wrist. In fact, it wasn't just her wrist; her whole body ached, from her thighs and right waist to her abdominal muscles, which felt stiff and spasmodic. This was something Miho, a high school physical education teacher, had never experienced before.
She opened her eyes groggily, staring at the ceiling of her familiar kitchen.
She desperately needed to wash away the semen, her mind consumed by the thought, but her body wouldn't obey her commands; she couldn't move at all. Beneath her rolled-up shirt, her beautiful nipples were exposed, and her skirt was pulled up to her waist, revealing her delicate abdomen, pubic hair, and labia. Her legs were spread wide apart, and she couldn't even muster the strength to close them.
The other person was Nachi, the only son of the Takatsuka family next door.
Miho's husband, Nakajo, and Nachi's father, Takatsuka, were subordinate and superior at the Kanto Bank. He was also a good chess opponent, and Takazuka often invited Nakajo to their home, or even came to challenge Nakajo to a game of chess himself, enjoying it immensely.
At that time, Takazuka showed no airs of a superior whatsoever. In fact, in front of Miho, he was always so kind and approachable, like a benevolent elder, like a father.
Because of this, the couple always felt inferior to him, not only because he was their matchmaker, but also because, for the thirty-year-old Nakajo, being able to live next door to Takazuka was thanks to the financial assistance he had provided when building their small house, which Takazuka had given them without a second thought.
Therefore, if this rape were to be made public today, everything would be destroyed. Although the victim was Miho, the perpetrator was one of her students, and his mother was the vice president of PTA, making things more complicated.
Her mother, Ikuko, was a typical upper-class mother, passionate about education. She doted on her only son, Nachi, excessively. While she was incredibly nagging about his schoolwork, she was terribly lax in everything else.
She seemed more arrogant than most people, even acting as if she had done Miho and the others a great favor by allowing them to live in such an upscale residential area, constantly implying that they should be grateful to her.
If Yuko knew about this, she would undoubtedly speak up, especially since it was her own son; she would certainly deny the truth outright. And she might even say, "You seduced our Nachi." No! She definitely would say that.
Nachi wasn't exactly a diligent student. His academic performance was below average in his class, making him a problem student with questionable conduct.
However, perhaps he still harbored some fear of his mother. Although he hadn't fully joined a group of delinquents, smoking at school and skipping classes were commonplace. It was entirely predictable that he would succumb to external temptations and fall into depravity at any moment.
If such unpleasant facts were told to her mother, Yuko would surely scoff and wouldn't listen.
Miho wasn't entirely without fault either. Nachi was often invited to their home by the couple during her holidays. But it was always Nakajo who initiated the invitations, his unexpected enthusiasm sometimes leaving Miho bewildered.
Perhaps it was out of affection for his boss's son! But in reality, every time Nachi was invited, Nakajo was engrossed in a Go match with Mr. Takazuka, leaving Miho to attend to Nachi.
Especially since Nachi's eyes would often, intentionally or unintentionally, glance at Miho's body; she often felt him stealing glances at her chest.
She assumed this was just a normal reaction from a developing high school student; she was used to that kind of look at school, so she wasn't entirely careless.
An hour ago, Nachi unexpectedly came alone. It was Sunday, still some time before evening.
"Teacher, I have something I want to talk to you about," Nachi said, looking dejected. Miho thought she roughly knew what he wanted to talk about. Three days ago, Miho had witnessed her high school students buy super glue in the downtown area and ride motorcycles to a building in the suburbs.
Some of her colleagues might have pretended not to see it, but as a life guidance teacher, Miho couldn't ignore it, so she called a car and followed them. When
she reached the third floor, Miho was immediately horrified by what she saw. Male and female students in uniforms were sitting on wooden beds, blowing and exhaling plastic bags, looking dazed.
Among the group of young students, there were a few of Miho's high school students. Everyone was staring blankly at the ceiling. And she found that Naji was also among them.
At the same time, students from other schools also noticed Miho.
"Who is she? Who brought this guest?" Many people looked towards the source of the voice.
"She looks like a nice-looking auntie!" "Wait, no! She's our school's physical education teacher." The speaker was Omori Junko, who had dyed and made up her hair.
"What does the PE teacher do?" "Nakajo is a life guidance counselor." "Wow! This is serious." "She might be suspended!" "If she's suspended for a week, that's too strict!" The students joked among themselves.
"How old is she?" someone asked.
"What does it matter? She's beautiful, has a great figure, and a sweet voice. In our school, one in two people drools over her alluring figure every time they think of her!" The one who said this was Minamimura Shigeru, the leader of the delinquent group.
At this moment, the boys all stood up.
Miho couldn't help but shrink back in fear. After all, she was outnumbered and powerless and could not fight against this group. So she ran downstairs in the blink of an eye.
"Please come in! I'm making tea now." Seeing Nachi's attitude, she opened the door.
(2) "Did you report what happened that day to the school?" Nachi sat on the chair next to the dining table and shouted at Miho, who was boiling water.
"Do you want me to do this?" "Don't joke around, I've been tossing and turning all night." "Then... don't make the same mistake again." "So, you're letting me off the hook this time?" "Just this once!" Miho walked back from the kitchen counter, speaking decisively.
Naji stuck out his tongue, his face unable to hide his smile, and said, "I... I've already told everyone that the teacher seems cold, but is actually very gentle, never speaks ill of others, and is a really good person." "Stop trying to sweet-talk me, I don't appreciate it." "Don't be so cold, I actually have something else to say." At that moment, Miho didn't notice that Naji had stood up. "The teacher is truly the best person. At that time, if anyone did anything detrimental to the teacher, I would definitely help the teacher. I bet my life on it." As he spoke, he suddenly grabbed Miho's hand, which was holding the small stove.
Miho was startled and looked up sharply.
"Do you know why? Because I want to possess the teacher." He said, using his other hand to lift Miho's chin, pressing his lips to hers.
It all happened so suddenly that Miho was momentarily stunned, accepting his lips.
His tongue slipped inside her lips, and Miho struggled, but the boiling teapot in her hand acted like handcuffs, restricting her movements.
Any rash movement would inevitably cause the scalding water to splash out. And she couldn't put it down immediately. So his thin lips lingered on Miho's lips for quite a while.
Finally, he released Miho's hand from the teapot. Ignoring the danger of splashing hot water, Miho hurriedly placed the teapot on the stove. At that moment, his hand forcefully wrapped around her white shirt and embraced her hips.
Because of her profession, she was stronger than the average woman, but Nachi's wrist strength was surprisingly strong. He kept kneading her buttocks and even slipped his hand down from her waist, reaching under the orange-red skirt.
Panting, Miho hurriedly pressed down the sides of her skirt. Because her back was pressed against the kitchen counter and her abdomen was blocked by Nachi's body, there was no room to turn around.
Nachi was also unable to roll up the skirt at will. So he released his hand that was holding her chin and moved it to the skirt.
"Ugh... Takazuka-kun..." Miho cried out to him as she exhaled. The skirt had been rolled up to her inner thighs.
"Not bad... Teacher..." Nachi whispered in her ear, panting.
"No, let go..." "What... I like you... really!" Nachi's sincere tone ignited a glimmer of hope in Miho's heart.
"Then let go!" "No!" "Please let go!" Miho repeated, trying to remain calm. Quickly, Miho pulled away from Nachi's body when he wasn't looking.
"Go home!" "Why?" Nachi looked miserable, as if revealing anger.
"I'll pretend this never happened, so please go home." Miho said, trying to lower her increasingly loud voice.
"I don't want to go home." "You can't do this." Their eyes met, and Miho couldn't help but breathe heavily.
"In short... go home..." she said, shaking off Nachi's hand.
Just as she was about to escape, Nachi grabbed her wrist.
Perhaps if she relaxed now, the situation might change.
But Miho was also a little anxious. She involuntarily exerted force on her right wrist, so Nachi pulled her even harder.
"No...let go..." She tried her best to twist Nachi's hands away, but in the blink of an eye, Nachi grabbed Miho's waist as she tried to escape.
"Wait!" Nachi shouted, wrapping his arms around her from behind.
Caught off guard by the sudden embrace from behind, Miho's body lurched towards a fall.
"Ah..." Miho's body slumped against Nachi, and she cried out.
In that moment of surprise, Nachi rolled up her skirt again. This time, he grabbed her thighs even more ruthlessly, exposing her buttocks.
Her thighs, clad in pantyhose, encased her rounded buttocks, a truly alluring sight.
Nachi pulled Miho's hands behind her back, holding her upper body even tighter, and ripped down her stockings and pantyhose together.
"Ah..." With her buttocks suddenly exposed, Miho was stunned. Being raped was no laughing matter; protecting her life was far more important than preserving her virginity—that's what she thought.
In those few minutes, her lower body was completely stripped naked. Her breathing became rapid. She had unknowingly exhausted most of her strength. Perhaps the tension from excessive fear had nearly drained her energy.
The woman straddling her deftly removed her belt and ripped it open.
"Ugh...no..." Miho cried out for help, but even so, she couldn't get help from the neighbors. One side of her house faced the road, while the other side bordered the Takatsuka family's yard. Perhaps the woman's cries would stop her. Just
as she cried out, a belt was wrapped around her throat, two or three times around her throat, forcing her face upwards.
"Cough...cough..." Miho suddenly felt like she couldn't breathe, and tears welled in her eyes as she coughed. Her hands were bound by the belt. At that moment, Naji pulled down his underwear and slid his erect penis between Miho's legs.
"Eh!" The burning heat and hardness made Miho feel dizzy.
She was still coughing slightly, her hands supporting her on the edge of the bed, but Naji's legs were tightly clamping her left thigh. Normally she would resist, but in this position she was powerless to resist.
"Ugh..." The tip of the fiery penis touched her buttocks, and Miho cried out softly, moving her body forward. Fortunately, the position was wrong; Naji touched near her anus.
In his haste, Naji couldn't find the entrance. The penis hit the wall a second and third time, and Miho's body kept moving forward.
"Ugh..." She bumped her head against something; it was the food cabinet, and there was nowhere left to move.
Naji put three fingers of his right hand into his mouth, covered them with saliva, and smeared them between her plump, fleshy thighs.
"Ah..." The sticky sensation sent a chill down Miho's spine.
Nachi touched his penis again, this time finding the entrance. Miho was frantic, twisting her waist wildly, which ironically revealed the correct location to Nachi.
He tightly embraced her waist, which was wrapped around her rolled-up skirt, and thrust his powerful penis inside.
"Oh!" Miho cried out, her head, bound by a belt, twisting in an instant.
The fiery penis, like a tongue of fire, brutally penetrated her vagina, the pain reminiscent of losing her hymen assaulting her body.
The young, beastly lust was uncontrollable; he thrust with abandon, and it was the body of his deeply admired female teacher. Nachi's excitement intensified.
The penis, already halfway in, suddenly felt as if its tip had touched her cervix due to Nachi's force. Miho felt an intense, steely discomfort, and even her throat felt constricted.
Miho's back arched, and she began to sway her hips.
In nine years of marriage, she had never accepted a man other than her husband, yet now she was being violated and ravaged by her student, who lived next door. Her chastity as a wife had been trampled upon like this; the sudden blow left her speechless with grief.
At that moment, the young Naji embraced her shoulders, brushed her hair aside, and, panting, vigorously thrust his penis.
Naji had never experienced such ecstasy. He felt Miho's body was as soft and sweet as her round, full buttocks.
He had made love to two high school girls so far, but this time felt different. Although her vagina wasn't wet, her body was so warm and slippery. It was a subtle sensation he had never felt before.
And that wasn't all. The hair that partially covered her face exuded a captivating scent unlike any other high school girl's—a fragrance born of expensive perfume and an air of elegance and maturity.
With each thrust of his penis, every cell in Naji's body felt a surge of joy and exhilaration, as if it were about to leap for joy. He began to thrust his hips even more violently—no, it should be said that his penis had reached its peak of ecstasy.
Naji groaned loudly; those fair and beautiful breasts looked so provocative, as if they were about to melt him away.
Suddenly, Naji tightly embraced Meihui's back, then his whole body convulsed as he ejaculated. While indulging in his fiery desire, he twisted his hips forward two or three more times, finally resting his head on Meihui's back as if all his energy was gone, his body pressed tightly against hers.
Soon, Naji slowly withdrew his penis. Although he had just ejaculated, lying face down on the female teacher's fair buttocks and the skin between her mature thighs, he found it all too alluring.
Nachi pulled down her underwear and white pantyhose, which had fallen to her knees, to her ankles, completely removing them. She then stuffed them into the pocket of her sports shirt, turned Miho's shoulders so her face was facing her, and kissed her.
"I like you… teacher…" Nachi pressed his lips to hers again. Miho, who had already relaxed, frowned and closed her eyes tightly.
Nachi kissed Miho's lips deeply. Normally, a man's reaction after ejaculation would become calm. But for a young, vigorous high school student, after releasing his initial energy, he calmly began to savor the beautiful female teacher's body.
Nachi's tongue swirled inside her lips, even teasing Miho's still tongue. He tried to use his tongue according to techniques he had learned from books, but felt his movements were incredibly clumsy.
Nachi then raised his head, staring intently at Miho, and then pressed his lips to hers again. He pulled her white shirt out from under her rolled-up skirt, all the way down to her armpits. Her fair, tender breasts were suddenly exposed.
Nachi couldn't wait to grasp those high, firm breasts. He seemed to be testing their elasticity, staring at Miho's face, kneading them two or three times.
"So big…is it an E-cup?" Among the male students at school, the size of Miho's breasts was always a topic of endless discussion.
"Can I look?" Miho turned her face away and closed her eyes. Unexpectedly, tears welled up.
He had raped her first, yet he was asking her such questions; she felt he was a truly despicable child, and at the same time, she felt immense shame for being violated by such a boy.
Nachi's fingers touched the pubic hair below.
"No…" Miho began to stop Nachi's hands.
"Let go…teacher…" Nachi stared at Miho in a threatening tone.
"If you don't let go, I won't go back." Miho reluctantly released her hand. Actually, if Nakajo returned now, both of them would be in trouble, not just her. But the young man's reckless actions terrified Miho.
"I want to see the teacher's breasts." Naji pushed his bra cups up.
"Ah!" Miho reflexively covered her chest with both hands. Without a word, Naji pushed her hands away, and in those few seconds, two large breasts came into view. They looked so full and mature, and the nipples had a delicate pink hue.
Naji's throat gurgled, and at the same time, his hands tightly grasped both breasts. Naji's large hands couldn't even cover those two protruding peaks, and Naji pushed the breasts up again, looking extremely happy, just kneading them incessantly.
Naji couldn't do such things so freely until now. And the bust size and fullness of a high school student couldn't compare to Miho's. No matter how much he kneaded, he always felt that it wouldn't damage, wouldn't hurt, and wouldn't be rejected. Naji had a kind of unrestrained pleasure, being able to so much arouse a man's sexual desire. This was the first time he had ever truly experienced this sensation.
He traced the rounded areola to the tip of her nipple, taking it into his mouth. He brought his lips to hers, making sucking sounds, and swirling his tongue around the nipple.
Miho's hand hung on Nachi's wrist. She slightly opened her eyes, but quickly frowned. Her body, accustomed to her husband's caresses over the past nine years, seemed to feel a mixture of fear and novelty at the touch of another man.
After licking her left breast, his tongue moved to her right nipple, sucking relentlessly from the tip to the entire areola, and then down to the area below.
For Miho, this was an experience she had never had before. Even now, her husband, Nakajo, still loved her deeply, for which she was grateful, but it was still not as intense and passionate as Nachi's.
Nachi slightly raised her head; the areolas and nipples of both breasts were wet and sticky with saliva.
But he remained intensely interested in Miho's breasts, finding them increasingly alluring with each suckle, his youthful desire growing increasingly uncontrollable.
Nachi's right hand lifted her left leg, his burning penis once again touching her bare lower abdomen.
For a moment, Miho froze. Hadn't he just ejaculated? At least Nakajo wouldn't recover so quickly.
Perhaps Nakajo had been focused on work lately, ejaculating only two or three times a month. And young men were so energetic; Miho had only just realized this.
She couldn't let him succeed a second time. Once could be excused as unintentional, but a second time was unforgivable. And if there was a second time, there would definitely be a third.
"No… Takazuka-kun…" Miho used both hands to stop Nachi's movements.
"If you don't let go, I won't go back." "Please… stop it." Miho pleaded, looking at Nachi. "If you don't let me do it again, I'll tell Mr. Nakajo that I had sex with you today." "Don't talk nonsense." "Really, your body is amazing, I mean it." "..." If she were an adult, it wouldn't be a problem, but she's usually the kind of person whose emotions fluctuate wildly, which deepened Miho's unease.
"What's the difference between having sex once or twice? If you let me do it again, I promise I won't tell anyone, or should we make today's events public?" "No...no...absolutely not..." Miho cried out. Even if Nakajo knew the truth, there probably wouldn't be any solution, right?
Knowing Nakajo's personality, he certainly wouldn't dare take any revenge on Takazuka's son, who was like a benefactor to him.
The result would probably only be the two of them crying in each other's arms. That's why this matter absolutely had to be kept secret.
"Then...let go...let me have sex with you." Miho sighed deeply. If she didn't let go now, he would probably force himself on her. She hadn't refused the first time, so resisting the second time was probably impossible. Miho felt incredibly tired. This nightmare felt like it had lasted an eternity.
"Okay, this is the last time, alright?" "I know..." Impatiently, Nachi pushed Miho's hands away.
"Definitely!" Saying this, Nachi's penis began to penetrate.
"Ugh...ugh..." He began thrusting at her vaginal opening.
"Ah..." He thrust at different angles at the entrance, making the impact very intense.
Miho closed her eyes tightly, relaxing her body. Perhaps this would lessen the pain.
Nachi released his left leg, placed his hands under Miho's armpits, and pressed against her lower abdomen, carefully gazing at Miho's face.
The first time, he had been too hasty and finished in a daze. But now he clearly felt that he was indeed holding Miho's body, making love with the female teacher he had long admired. And he truly realized now how beautiful and sweet a woman's body was.
"So good... Teacher..." Naji, propped up on her elbows, leaned close to her lips in ecstasy. To prevent Miho from pulling away again, he quickly pressed her hands down, pressing his lips firmly against hers, ignoring her tightly closed lips, and thrusting his tongue into her mouth.
Naji wrapped his arms around her shoulders and began to slowly sway his hips.
Naji's penis, full of youthful strength and heat, thrust vigorously in and out of her vagina, the tip seemingly touching her cervix. Each thrust, mixed with her fluids, made a sound. Hearing this, Miho's unease intensified.
Despite her heightened emotions, Miho kept her brows tightly closed, her nails digging into the sheets in a struggle.
Nachi's movements became more intense, like paddling in water. He couldn't help but groan, like a crazed beast. Nachi began to thrust vigorously, his fiery penis attacking fiercely. A wonderful sensation traveled from his lower limbs all the way to his genitals. Perhaps because of the passion of his first time, Nachi didn't ejaculate immediately; instead, he thrust even more vigorously.
Finally, it was over—Miho breathed a sigh of relief.
Nachi, panting, stood up and straightened his shirt and pants. Unexpectedly, he pulled out a small, disposable camera from his pocket and snapped photos one after another. Looking at the stunned Miho, he gave a devilish smile and quickly left the scene.
Finally sitting up, Miho brushed her disheveled hair aside and looked around. Her underwear and pantyhose, which should have been removed, were nowhere to be found. Slowly, she stood up, straightened her clothes, put on her skirt, and headed to the bathroom.
[The End]

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