The female teacher in the archives

This story takes place at the school where I work. Shortly after starting my internship, although I was technically an intern, the school couldn't accept my personnel file. My internship was about to end, and the school leadership had already approved my formal employment, so I needed to transfer my file to the school.

One evening, I had to supervise two evening self-study sessions, so I ate dinner early. I thought I'd go to the school's archives to see if anyone was there, to try my luck and inquire about my file.

Summer days are long, so it wasn't dark yet at 6 PM. Five minutes later, I arrived at the school's archives. I looked through the window; the lights were on, but I didn't see anyone. I knocked on the door, and heard a very faint, low voice inside say, "Come in." So I pushed open the door and went inside. The office was a suite. I went into the inner room and saw a pregnant woman in her late twenties making a phone call. Seeing me come in, she hung up and asked, "What's up?" I explained the situation to her. She seemed very welcoming. During this time, I also roughly sized her up; she was fairly good-looking, with a rather voluptuous figure. Wearing a maternity dress-like garment, her protruding belly gave her a unique charm.

She asked me to sit down, poured me a glass of water, and then carefully registered my information. Afterward, we chatted casually. I guessed she wasn't very interested in working alone, so she was happy to talk to me. She kept staring at me, and at that moment, a thought suddenly occurred to me… well, you know what I mean.

So I pointed to her belly and asked, "How many months?" She said, "Four months." So I asked, "Does he move inside?" She said, "He's probably still small." I asked again, "Can I hear him?" She didn't say anything, just thrust her belly forward. I leaned forward, put my ear to her belly, and placed one hand on her exposed thigh, pretending to listen. Then I said, "It must be tough for you to work like this." She said she had no choice; she was the youngest here. At this point, I gently stroked her leg. She became a little nervous and pressed my hand down, saying, "

Don't do that." I said, "It's okay, I don't have anything else to do. I'll just keep you company." Suddenly, her eyes reddened, and I knew something was wrong. I gently asked her, "What's wrong?" She wiped away her tears and shook her head. I said, "Tell me about it," and she said, sounding aggrieved, "I don't want to come either, and you're making a fuss. Who wants to be pregnant and on duty?" I asked, "Who is it? Your boyfriend?" She nodded, looking very aggrieved. Then I took her hand and said, "It's okay, I'll stay here with you. Don't cry." I wiped her tears, comforting her like a child, and then boldly kissed her forehead. Seeing that she was still crying with her head down, I became even bolder and licked her tears with my tongue. I could feel her face getting warmer. Seeing that things were going well, I gave the order to officially attack.

I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her warm lips. Her body tensed instantly, gripping my arm. I continued my assault, using my tongue to pry open her teeth and kiss her tongue and lips. Slowly, she relaxed, her tongue moving in tandem with mine. Seeing the moment was right, I released her face and pulled her into my arms. Her arms wrapped around my neck, completely absorbed in the moment, though the distance between us was a little awkward.

I wasn't in a rush, proceeding methodically. My tongue emerged from her mouth, wandering down her neck, lightly touching her earlobe. I could hear her panting. I pressed my advantage, increasing the intensity of my tongue's touch, while my hands found the edges of her clothes, caressing her body. Her body was warm, and she responded, slipping her hands inside the back of my collar.

My tongue continued to kiss her, my hands caressing her smooth back for a while before finding the clasp of her bra. Before she could react, I undid it, startling her. But I didn't give her a chance to resist. My tongue continued to roam over her earlobe and neck, and her body went limp again. I didn't rush to touch her breasts; I calmed her down first, slowly and softly telling her not to be afraid. Then I pulled my t-shirt up to her neck and lifted her clothes as well, bringing our skin to skin. I felt the heat of her body and her soft breasts. I rubbed against her, and she seemed to be enjoying it too, her hands tightly wrapped around my back, savoring the moment.

My mouth was never idle, moving to her breasts. Only then did I notice closely that her breasts were wide, the wavy type, very soft. They felt particularly alluring against her large belly.

I took them without hesitation, sucking them with all my might, my tongue and one hand constantly teasing her nipples. She began to moan softly, her hands stroking my head. I couldn't let her be idle, so I guided her hand to my pants. She seemed quite eager, immediately unzipping my pants and stroking my penis. It felt so good to be stroked by her soft little hand. After a while, the intense stimulation made me want to ejaculate. As many people know, it's quicker to ejaculate when using your hand. So I straightened up and put my penis in her mouth. She probably wasn't entirely comfortable with this, so I gave her a long kiss, and she softened her resistance and started giving me oral sex. She's really experienced! Sometimes she sucked, sometimes she gently bit, sometimes her little tongue circled the head, sometimes it went deep into my throat—it was incredibly pleasurable. My whole body felt numb; I felt completely conquered by her.

Because she was only wearing a bra and panties under her maternity clothes, I noticed that the stool between her legs was soaked. Her cotton panties were almost transparent, and her dark pubic hair was faintly visible. I knew I couldn't just stand by and do nothing, so I pulled my penis out of her mouth and said, "Let me serve you a little." Without another word, I picked her up. Wow, pregnant women are really heavy! Thank goodness I exercise regularly. I put her on the table, her legs on my shoulders, and pulled her soaking wet panties down to her knees. Of course, she couldn't resist in time. I teased her mischievously, "Why are you so wet?" She said shyly, "Is it so annoying?" I gently stroked her genitals; her swollen, full vulva contracted as if breathing. I brought my tongue to her vulva, lightly teasing her clitoris with the tip. She let out a soft, sobbing moan. I coordinated with my tongue, slowly inserting my index finger into her plump opening, gently thrusting in and out, making her breathe deeply. After a while, she probably couldn't bear it anymore—this woman's lewdness was truly unexpected—and said to me, "Stop." I leaned closer to her face and deliberately asked, "What's wrong? What do you want to do?" She said again, "Stop." She tried to help me into a more upright position, but of course, I didn't obey her and continued. She became a little anxious and quickly said, "Oh, stop!" Seeing her anxious expression was quite endearing, so I took my hand out and aimed my already burning erection at her plump opening, tentatively trying to insert it. However, perhaps due to the pressure from her stomach, her vagina was incredibly tight. Fortunately, she was producing a lot of lubrication, and after a few attempts, it slowly slid in. Throughout, she held her breath, appearing very tense. Only when it was fully inside did she let out a sigh of relief. Then I slowly began to thrust in and out, but I didn't dare to use too much force because of her unique physical condition. So I just proceeded methodically, thrusting in and out. She didn't say anything, seemingly enjoying it, tightly gripping my arm, moaning softly with each thrust. I thrust like this for five minutes, gradually increasing the speed. Her breathing quickened and intensified. I asked her, "Is it good?" She just responded with "uh-huhs." Seeing her so distracted, just as I was about to make her lose her senses, something unexpected happened.

The sudden knocking at the door startled us both; we quickly pulled away, straightened our clothes, and she got off the table, sat down, grabbed a piece of paper, and hastily wiped away the secretions on the table.

Then she picked up her notebook and pen. The person outside, probably seeing no one answer, opened the door and came in. My penis was still erect, so I pretended to lean against the table. At that moment, the person outside entered the inner room; it was a young man carrying a lunchbox. I knew who it was immediately. "Then go to evening self-study. We've received your file. Once I've processed the receipt, I'll call you. You'll be a full-fledged teacher at the school," she said, feigning seriousness. The man then sat down at the desk opposite her, waiting for her to finish her work. "Thank you so much, sis."

"It's nothing." "I'm leaving now." "Okay, see you later." "Goodbye." I walked towards the door, and as I reached the back of her room, I suddenly noticed her bra strap wasn't fastened. My heart skipped a beat. I pretended to scratch my back, and she nodded knowingly, meaning she knew. She escorted me to the outer room, glanced back, quickly lifted her shirt to fasten the strap, then said goodbye. After I left, she went back to the inner room.

On the way back, my heart was still pounding. Damn, that scared me to death. I guess her husband felt sorry for her later and came to bring her food, after all, she has a child. It's just a pity he came halfway there, which is quite unpleasant. I wonder if I'll ever have the chance to sleep with this mother again? [The End]

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