[A beautiful piano teacher playing with a vibrating egg]

I slept all morning, and last night's unexpected experience made me think I was dreaming. If it weren't for

the slight swelling in my penis, I wouldn't have believed it. I checked the time and it was already afternoon, so I quickly got up,

washed , organized my piano sheet music, and headed to the piano classroom. My piano classroom is in a multi-story

house. The landlady has converted the first and second floors into well-insulated practice rooms. My usual lesson

is in room 020 next to the toilet, which is the corner room on the second floor.
Perhaps because I wasn't feeling well, my motorcycle was a bit slow, and I was five minutes late. The landlady politely said, "You're a bit late

today . The teacher has already arrived." My heart skipped a beat, and I hurried to the classroom, eager to see

what the teacher looked like today. The classroom is a closed space. Although there are windows facing outwards, they are all covered with curtains and airtight windows. The central air conditioning

is on all day. There's only a small glass window on the door, which is for parents to watch their children having lessons.
The classroom I was assigned to was the last one. I peered through the glass in the door but didn't see

the teacher, only a piano and an empty chair. Puzzled, I pushed open the door and was startled. The teacher was sitting on a small

stool , her head against the wall, her eyes half-closed. It seemed she was exhausted from last night's activities. I hadn't woken her.

I sat on the piano bench and quietly watched the sleeping teacher. Today, she was wearing a denim skirt that reached almost to her knees and a

pink polo shirt. I don't know if it was because she was sitting with her back slightly hunched, but I could vaguely see her

cleavage . Looking at her knees pressed together, and thinking of her fair thighs and plump vulva under the skirt, I unconsciously

got an erection, and felt a little swollen...
I turned on the piano and suddenly started playing a basic fingering exercise, simple scales. The teacher was

startled . She yawned and said, "You're here. Sorry, I fell asleep." I said, "Mm!" Then I continued playing

the lesson I'd been assigned last time, wondering what the teacher would say. She pulled her chair closer to the piano,

watching my fingers. She said, "Don't stick to the piano. Your fingers feel weak." I quickly

corrected my posture and played the piece twice more.
Strange, was everything I did with the teacher last night just a fantasy? Why did she seem like

that serious teacher again? My mind raced, and I immediately made several mistakes!
The teacher frowned, and I quickly suppressed my thoughts and focused on playing. I couldn't let all my daily practice go to waste.

After playing the lesson, barely passing, the teacher got up and flipped through her textbook. When she came closer,

that uniquely feminine scent emanated from her—it was so familiar. So I couldn't be fantasizing!
Last night it felt just like this. While she was standing next to me flipping through sheet music to find today's progress, I grabbed

her thigh and buttocks, gently stroking them up and down. She quickly pushed me away, took a step back, and turned to look at

the glass frame of the door, nervously checking if anyone had just passed by. Then she looked at me with a bit of anger. The teacher said, "What are you

doing?" I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. It seems it was all just my imagination. I should see a doctor...
I stammered, "I'm sorry, let's continue the lesson!" Teacher!
The teacher assigned some new lessons and gave me a new sheet music book. This time, because of the fright I'd just experienced, I played very

seriously . The teacher nodded, indicating that I had practiced these pieces well. When assigning homework, I still

couldn't help but stare at the V-neck of the teacher's polo shirt, thinking about her firm, full breasts, her delicate,

fair skin, and her sensitive nipples... I couldn't help but drift off into a daze.
I counted and realized I still had three sheets of music to practice, so I made an excuse that I was thirsty and wanted to get some water from the water dispenser outside. I

grabbed two paper cups, filled them with water, and walked back to the classroom. Since I didn't have hands, I used my body to push against the door, but I accidentally knocked off the numbered

tag I picked the tag up, and then, on a whim, I wedged it into the glass window frame of the door. That way

, no one could see in from the outside, and the soundproofing would be good. I thought I could finally ask the teacher why she was being so cold.
I handed the teacher a glass of water, and she

took

a sip. I said, "Teacher, you seem like a completely different person today. I wonder if I was dreaming yesterday." The teacher continued drinking her water, ignoring me. I could only rub my nose and sit back down at the piano, switching to the next book. This one was a more difficult piece, and the teacher would demonstrate it section

by , and I would learn by imitation.
Teacher: It's all your fault! You made that student's class at noon so sleepy and I even taught it wrong. Luckily, the

student was very attentive. I apologized verbally, but secretly I was pleased. It really is true!

The thing about us going to a hotel last night is true! Yay! The teacher took a small box out of his bag. I suddenly remembered

yesterday 's promise. I can't believe he actually brought it!
I took the box and opened it. Wow, it looks just like the ones in porn! It's the first time I've seen a vibrator, and it's even

unlimited It's only about the size of my thumb, and it looks really high-end. I asked, "Why did your friends give you

such an expensive gift?" Teacher: I don't know. A few of my girlfriends went to Japan and gave

me this for my birthday. There's also a massage stick. Um, I was too embarrassed to bring it!
The instruction manual is in Japanese with some English. Wow! It even comes with a remote control! Wow! I was really amazed.

This kind of thing needs a remote control? I held the remote and pressed it, and the vibrator started vibrating inside the box.

Wow! It vibrated even stronger than a cell phone; it seemed to be an adjustable switch—weak, medium, strong, and then another switch

to stop. Seeing me having so much fun, the teacher teased me, saying, "Ha! You love it so much, you can have it!"
I picked up the vibrator and squatted down next to the teacher. He was leaning against the wall, and seeing my hand on his

knee as if to move it away, he blushed and asked, "What are you doing?" I didn't answer. I gently ran my hand down his inner thigh

, under his skirt. The teacher shyly tried to pull my hand away, but I reached his vulva and started teasing him through his underwear

. He bit his lower lip, leaning against the wall, writhing and softly moaning.
Mmm...mmm...the hand that was resisting was now stroking my shoulder. I pulled down my panties slightly and

rubbed the vibrator up and down and side to side at the entrance of the teacher's vagina. The teacher's legs started to open and then close,

it seemed she couldn't stand the itch anymore. My fingers could feel the teacher's wetness. The teacher's denim skirt was also pulled up, and

her fair thighs were clamping me with each pull. I got hard again. Then, I watched the teacher's accelerated breathing

and deliberately lowered moans. I inserted the vibrator into the teacher's vagina, leaving a tail outside,

as if the whole thing was being swallowed by the teacher's vagina.
After inserting it, I stopped. The teacher looked at me with a bit of surprise, and I smiled back. I said, "

Teacher, let's continue the lesson. Is it comfortable with it in there like this?" The teacher blushed and nodded, then straightened her

skirt and pulled the stool back to the lesson area. I opened the sheet music and, as usual, asked the teacher

to demonstrate first. Perhaps because of the vibrator, the teacher was hesitant to move her lower body too much. The teacher sat down at the piano and began to play

the passage she had just finished playing. I stood beside her, watching her face, which was slightly flushed. I reached into my pocket and pressed

the remote control. The teacher stopped playing as if she had been electrocuted, her hands trembling unsure of what to do, her

lips pursed.
I said, "Teacher, what's wrong? You haven't finished playing yet!" The teacher said, "You're so naughty, um...

How ?" I laughed and said, "Teacher, you can do it!" Then I took a step forward and put the teacher's hand back on the piano.

The teacher continued to play off-key, intermittently. Gradually, the teacher seemed to get used to it. Apart from her flushed

face and uneasy body, she continued to play.
I saw a few beads of sweat on the teacher's forehead. I reached out and pressed a button again. This time it should be the intermediate level.

This time the teacher couldn't hold back anymore. She lay on the piano, one hand tightly gripping me, and moaned softly...
"Ahhh... It's so numb... Ohhh... Ahhh... It feels so good! You're so naughty!

Ahhhh..."
I looked outside through the gap in the glass. No one was moving. Then I locked the door from the inside. I

sat behind the teacher and rubbed her big breasts through her clothes. The teacher also twisted her waist, trying to

move her lower body. I lifted the teacher's clothes, reaching behind her and sucking on her nipples through her arms. With

one hand, I stroked her thigh while pulling her denim skirt up to her waist. Her white, tender buttocks

were exposed, and I pressed my penis against them through my pants—it was agonizing! I couldn't believe she loved wearing thongs. I leaned

my head back on her shoulder, continuing to rub her erect nipples. The teacher dutifully suppressed her moans. "Mmm...mmm...mmm..."
Suddenly, the teacher turned and squatted down under the piano, her weak hand unzipping my pants and pulling out my erect

penis . She circled the tip with her tongue, sending a shiver of pleasure through me. The teacher casually sucked

and licked my penis. I glanced at the clock on the wall; there were about ten minutes left before class ended. The landlady would come to

clean up and say hello!
So I picked the teacher up, and she was still panting softly, leaning against me. I helped her straighten her clothes

, and then had her turn her back to me to take them off. I pulled out her underwear and took out a vibrator, then inserted my penis into it. I

started , watching the time and increasing the speed of my thrusts. The teacher cooperated by shaking her hips as I fucked her. The chaotic

piano music was mixed with our moans and gasps. I ejaculated inside her again. I took a tissue from her bag

and gently wiped her vulva. When I put her underwear back on, I again inserted the vibrator that was next to me

. The teacher was powerless to resist and let me do as I pleased.
I sat back down at the piano and pretended to play. The teacher sat down to rest for a while, her face still flushed. She

came to my side and leaned against me, her hand on my shoulder. While I was turning the pages, I turned the switch on through my pocket again

. The teacher slapped me and said, "Oh! Hmm!" Ugh, he just mumbled something and clung to me tightly

. I squirmed, then turned off the power again. Taking advantage of his momentary lapse in attention, I secretly turned the switch back on

. What a funny prank
! Class ended, and I quickly unlocked the door. The landlady was walking by, and I held the doorplate in my hand, saying, "

Landlady, it fell off when I opened the door. Do you have any double-sided tape? I'll help you put it back on." While I was talking, I

secretly turned the switch back on. I saw the teacher behind the landlady, and my legs almost gave way. I quickly turned it off again, and the teacher

glared at me. The landlady said, "It's okay! I'll just stick it back on. It's nothing! It's nothing!" The teacher quickly went into the nearby

restroom. I think she went to get the vibrator, because there were more people downstairs who couldn't withstand my

prank . After we left the piano classroom, I waited for the teacher at the alley entrance, returned the remote to him

, and then we went home. We agreed to call each other again!
[The End
]

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