English teacher

This happened about three years ago. I was in high school then, and because it was a boarding school, all students and teachers had to live on campus. And it was precisely because of this that my high school life took on a unique twist.
I don't know when it developed this "cure," but my love for stockings became an inescapable obsession. You could say that if I saw a pair of alluring legs encased in stockings on the street, I couldn't resist the urge to go up and admire them. As everyone knows, these days on campus, whether it's girls or teachers, stockings are practically indispensable. Black stockings and flesh-colored stockings are constantly appearing all over campus, which is torture for me, a stocking fetishist. I often have to sneak off to the bathroom to masturbate and release my pent-up frustration, otherwise I just can't stand it.
Of course, my favorite among them was Ms. Chen (she is a real person, but I can't say for sure). Ms. Chen was our English teacher, probably around 40 years old. She was petite overall, but her long legs were truly a perfect proportion—very fair and slender, and just the right amount of plumpness. And Ms. Chen has a good habit: she always wears stockings, regardless of the season, only the thickness varies. Therefore, English class is my favorite every day, and because of this, my English grades are among the best in the class. Ms. Chen likes me quite a bit and often asks me to do things. Just
today, Ms. Chen asked me to pick up some sample test papers to take to the printing room. Walking into the office, since it was during class time, there was no one there. I went straight to Ms. Chen's desk and saw the test papers on it. Just as I was about to take them and leave, I suddenly noticed that Ms. Chen's desk drawer was half open, revealing a pair of stockinged feet. My eyes lit up; I was as excited as someone discovering a new continent. Looking around, I quickly took the stockings out of the drawer and immediately brought them to my nose to sniff. Whoosh! A wave of fragrance filled my nostrils. The scent was truly heavenly; how could one find such a thing on earth!
After asking around for a while, I stuck out my tongue and started licking the crotch of the stockings. There was a slight salty taste, I didn't know if it was Teacher Chen's sweat or urine, but it was very exciting! I was so engrossed in it that I forgot about time!
"What are you doing!" A sudden shout pulled me back to reality from my comfortable environment. I was so startled that I let go of the stockings and they fell to the ground. I turned around and saw that it was Teacher Chen. She was staring at me in disbelief, her eyes wide open. "What are you doing? How could you do this? I value you so much, and you've done something so morally reprehensible! I'm going to contact your parents and report this to the school!" After Ms. Chen finished speaking, I was terrified. I rushed to her and knelt down. "Ms. Chen, please, please don't tell anyone! I just acted impulsively. Please forgive me, considering my good grades and how I've always helped you!" After my repeated pleas, Ms. Chen gradually calmed down and lost her initial anger.
She pulled me up and pointed at me, saying, "Come to my office after evening self-study tonight with a written apology." I nodded in agreement.
The day was unbearable. The inner turmoil and fear made me listless and unable to concentrate on my studies. My friends asked me what was wrong, but I was too embarrassed to answer. I just said I had a stomachache and wasn't feeling well, and they didn't say anything more.
After evening self-study, I brought the self-criticism I had secretly written in the dormitory at noon to the office. The office was quiet at night, and not all the lights were on except for the light on Mr. Chen's desk. Mr. Chen was sitting at his seat, grading our homework. I walked awkwardly to Mr. Chen's side, head down, and said, "Mr. Chen, I'm here. I'm sorry, this is my self-criticism. Please forgive me!" Mr. Chen looked up and turned to me. "Go and move that chair over there. Let's have a good talk." He pointed to the chair opposite him, so I went over and moved the chair, sitting down opposite Mr. Chen.
"You child, I like you so much and trust you. How could you do such a lewd thing during the day? What were you thinking?" Mr. Chen asked me. I lowered my head, not daring to answer.
Teacher Chen asked again, "We teachers know that you teenagers are starting to be curious about the opposite sex, but you have to control yourself. If this kind of behavior happened during the Cultural Revolution, it would be considered hooliganism, punishable by execution! Do you know how serious the consequences are?" Hearing this, I stammered defiantly, "It's nothing serious, I just smelled a pair of socks!" "What? Say it again! Your expression at the time was absolutely hooliganism, and you...you...you licked it there! Don't you know shame?" I immediately understood. What the teacher cared about most was that I had licked the crotch of the stockings. Hehe, how could I not lick it? That's the best part of the whole pair of stockings! Of course, I dared not say that, so I remained silent. Seeing that I didn't speak, Teacher Chen got a little angry, picked up the phone, and was about to call my parents. I realized this was terrible; if my parents found out, how could I live peacefully? Without thinking, I stood up, grabbed the teacher's hand as she was about to make a call, snatched the phone, and threw it onto the chair I had just sat down in.

Teacher Chen immediately stood up too. "What are you trying to do? Don't you know what a teacher is?" Thinking that my carefully maintained image was definitely ruined in Teacher Chen's eyes anyway, I decided to speak recklessly.
"Nonsense about being a teacher! Don't you know I have absolutely no respect for you? I like you, do you understand? Teacher Chen, I like you, I like you so much, like a girlfriend. Please, be my girlfriend, okay?" *Slap!* Teacher Chen slapped me hard. "Do you know what you're saying? Have you lost your mind from studying so much? I need to talk to your parents!" While I was stunned, she reached for the phone on the chair to continue dialing.
I snapped out of my daze and, realizing the situation was dire, I rushed forward and hugged Teacher Chen tightly, covering her mouth with my hand and whispering in her ear, "[This post was edited by wangboshi2 on 2017-01-03 10:04]"

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/214748.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=214748&aspx=1

Previous Page : Being groped on the sleeper berth

Next Page : wife and her students

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

English teacher

comment Open a new window to view comments