[Youth Campus] The Secret with the Homeroom Teacher

After my senior left the tutoring center, I never saw him again, and over time I forgot about his past experiences. The first semester of my senior year was over, and it was time to decide whether to continue tutoring for the next semester. I felt my English was already far superior to my peers, and there was no need to waste time at tutoring, so I decided not to enroll. That day, while I was doing math at home, the phone rang! I ran to answer it, and the person on the other end claimed to be the head teacher of an English tutoring center. He said he knew my English scores in Taipei mock exams were top-notch, and that they were facing near bankruptcy due to poor enrollment, much like the Hiroshima baseball team in Japan when their winning percentage was below 30%, and they begged Makoto Kozuru (who set a Japanese single-season RBI record of 161 runs in 1950) to join. They were also begging for fresh talent like me to join. I didn't really want to go to tutoring, but I couldn't resist his repeated enticements, saying that if I went, the tutoring fee would be discounted by 30%, which would only cost a few thousand dollars. I also explained to my father that I wanted to go. I had the idea of tutoring, so I paid the money and finally the day for seating arrangements arrived. Since it was a tutoring center on the verge of closing down, it wasn't as crowded as traditional large tutoring centers. Suddenly, my eyes caught sight of a female student in a yellow uniform. After a closer look, I realized she was indeed beautiful and charming, and I secretly wanted to sit next to her. When the seating arrangements came out, I was very disappointed that I wasn't seated next to her. You can imagine how disappointed I was. Plus, I had come to the tutoring center with a rather indifferent attitude, so I told the teacher I wanted a refund. The teacher then asked me, "A-Yue, do you think the environment here is bad?"

I replied, "No!" I just felt that your teaching materials weren't any better than others, and the teachers were alright. Later, he kept begging me, trying every possible way to persuade me, but I still insisted on not allowing it. She could see there was no way to stop. She was initially pleading with me in a humble voice, but then suddenly changed her expression and said: "She told me about what you and xxx did in your dorm. If you don't continue, I think she can fabricate all sorts of charges against you. You won't even need to study Taiwanese anymore." Hearing this, I suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, wondering how he knew about my affair with my senior, but then I thought about how I had... If I didn't comply, not only would the Taiwanese sauce be removed from my plate, but I'd also be facing serious jail time. After a fierce internal struggle, I decided to agree to stay at the cram school, but I also made a deal: I wanted to sit next to the pretty girl in the yellow uniform. She readily agreed since I'd already promised to stay. It was lunchtime, and the homeroom teacher said he'd treat me to a meal at a fancy restaurant. Thinking it was a free dinner, I readily agreed. Little did I know this was the beginning of my disaster. After eating steak and salad at the fancy restaurant, we... Instead of leaving immediately, I continued chatting there. But after a while, I suddenly felt my homeroom teacher's hand rubbing against my crotch. I jumped, looked under the table, and saw him taking off his high heels and using his small, stockinged feet to do that. I was momentarily speechless. My homeroom teacher seemed to see through my thoughts and said, "You promised to stay and help me, so of course I have to give you some reward." Then he pulled me by the hand and led me to the alley downstairs for a passionate encounter. He first used his tender little hands to caress my crotch, a gesture that seemed to come closer than the last time I did it with my senior. We'd been having sex for two months, and I couldn't withstand his stimulation. My penis quickly became as hard as a diamond. My homeroom teacher was no pushover; seeing my penis so hard, she didn't immediately help me release it. Instead, she unzipped my pants and used her lipstick-covered lips to leave love marks on my white panties. Then she kept licking me through my underwear with her tongue. This was my first time having sex in the wild, and I was incredibly nervous. Plus, her technique was amazing. After five minutes, my penis was soaked with semen. She gave me a lewd smile and said, "You really are inexperienced!"

What he did next made me even more excited. He took out a condom he had prepared, put it in his mouth, and then took out my penis and used his mouth to put the condom on me. The moment his mouth touched my penis was incredibly pleasurable. Then, when he stood up and took off his black stockings, I was shocked. He wasn't wearing any underwear and had a vibrating egg inside. He started passionately kissing my cheeks, slowly moving to my lips, while his hands didn't stop touching my buttocks and penis. Although she was a bit older, she had a special charm, and her technique was more skillful than my senior's. After a while, he leaned against the wall with his buttocks facing me and said, "I want your big cock, hurry up and put it in!"

Looking at his lustful expression, I deliberately said, "Say it again, what do you want?"

He looked embarrassed but still said, "Hurry up and fuck me to death with your cock!"

I was certain he was beyond control, so I slowly moved the head of my penis into his vagina, aimed it, and thrust it in. He probably hadn't experienced such a large and thick penis before, and cried out in pain. I ignored him and continued to thrust slowly. He gradually became immersed in it, even letting out intermittent moans. Hearing his moans only intensified my desire to fuck him to death. I increased my speed and the force of each thrust. Because I was wearing a condom and it wasn't my first time like with my senior, I lasted longer this time. After about 20 minutes, I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated, shooting all my semen into the condom. By then, it was getting dark, the streetlights were on, and there were more pedestrians. We quickly tidied ourselves up, checked if anyone was around, and only after confirming that no one was nearby did we return to the tutoring center. I stayed there.

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