A Tribute to the TEACHERS of A Sexual Awakening

[pharck]

Coming from an all boys school, both primary and secondary, leaves one to fantasize quite a bit on the females we do come into contact with during that hormonal, adolescent period. Fuelled by insatiable urges and a constant need for release, these are some of my fortunate encounters with some teachers of the female variety, vivid images that are frozen in my memory.

Part 1 - the Piano Teacher (age 9 - 13)

Part 2 - the Chinese Tuition Teacher (age 14 - 16)

Part 3 - the Piano Teacher (age 15 - 17)

Part 4 - the Maths Tuition Teacher (age 16 - 18)


Part 1 - the Piano Teacher
I was 5 when I started my class, originally under the care of Cheryl who lived in the block opposite. This went on for 4 years but when I turned 9, she got married and moved out so I was transferred to the tutelage of her younger sister Shirley. Shirley must have been about 12 years older than me so she was probably around 21 when I was 9.
There were 2 pianos in their home, one in the living room and the other in their bedroom (they shared a bedroom). When one was teaching outside and the other had a student also, the piano in the bedroom was used. Some days, there were theory classes as well as practical.
My earliest memory of their bedroom was during a theory lesson, I was about 6 then. Cheryl was rushing to go out after my class and left me with some worksheets to do and she went out to take a shower. She came back in with a towel wrapped around her and asked me to close my eyes, fold my arms in front of me on the desk and rest my face flat on my arms. She probably thought I was young enough to be trusted when she changed. Yes, the first few times this happened, I was dumb enough to actually not look! But little by little, I started to sneak peeks. I realised that Cheryl was more modest, after coming out of the shower, she already had changed her panties so my covert peeks only saw her in panties once she removed her towel and her naked back was always towards me when she faced the wardrobe to put on her bra.
Shirley however, was a different case. I managed to see her a few times fully naked but never the front view, only the back; also, sightings of her was rarer as it had to be when Cheryl was out of the room and Shirley happened to come in to change. If both sisters were in the room at the same time, usually only one was changing and I didn't dare peek in case the other sister (not changing) was keeping an eye out and I got caught.
I was still quite innocent back then and never realized what a thrill these memories would bring back in later years, back then, it was sheer curiousity that got me to peek. This went on until Cheryl got married and I was changed over to Shirley. By then, being 9, she prob felt I was too "old" to change in front of me.
However, I other very VIVID memory of Shirley was around when I was 10. When she was alone at home, she like to take a shower with the door slightly ajar, when I think back, the only reason I can recall her doing that was in case the phone rang (she was on the phone quite a bit talking with diff guys and there was always one she was hoping to hear from). If the phone rang when she was in the shower with no one home, she'd quickly wrap a towel around herself and try to pick it up.
One morning on a weekday (I was in the afternoon session), my mom couldn't cook me lunch so got Shirley to prepare lunch for me. My class was at 10am and ended at 11am; Shirley prepared a simple meal of chicken, rice and vegetables for me then proceeded to take a shower while I ate. I think she was preparing for a date once I'd left for school. The phone rang but I let it, expecting her to rush out and take it like she usually does. Until that day, I never tried to peek at her showering although there were ample opps. I regret it till today!
Anyway, she called out to me and asked me to pick the phone up and see who it was. It was the first time ever. I picked it up and a male (Sidney or some name like that was looking for her), I told him she was in the shower and he said he'd call back. When I put down the phone, she asked who it was and I walked towards the toilet door to tell her. I accidentally peeked in a little when I told her who had called and there revealed in her full glory, a full frontal view of her naked body. A one sec glance and a vision seared into my brain till this day. If I recall, her breasts were about a 36C at least and she had a full figure, not fat but nicely proportioned. And I saw it - the bush, she was unshaved and it was full and thick, the first bush I'd ever seen. I remember her about to look up (she was facing the door) and thankfully I recoiled before she noticed my quick peek. What a great memory...
However, I never had such opportunity again. Well, not for a few years anyway...
By the time I was in Pri 6, I'd started ejaculating and Sec 1 saw me as a pimply teenager with rampaging hormones. My mom and Shirley kind of fell out as Shirley wanted to raise the fees but my mom didn't want to pay. Shirley accepted the old rates but proceeded with her "revenge". She refused to teach me anything for 2 whole months. Each week, I'd go over for my lesson and she'd have me paint her toenails (only once - I kind of botched it) and the other times, she made me massage her. I prob botched the nail painting coz she was sitting in a chair and had one leg up, heel on the seat and near her crotch. She was wearing short shorts that day and the corner of her crotch kind of rid up, exposing just a glimmer of her panties and a few stray strands of her bush. I couldn't stop ogling it...
As for the massage, it started with me massaging her shoulders whilst she sat in a chair (in her bedroom) with her back to me. This went on for a few weeks. Thinking back, my feelinds then was that I didn't mind coz I actually started to dislike playing the piano. However, now I'm a little pissed to think that my parents were paying her good money to have me treated like a houseboy. Then again, what came next made up for those fees!
Finally, one time, she graduated to wanting to lie down on the bed on her tummy and had me massage not only her shoulders but her back and her legs (she wore short shorts each time). I remember getting really turned on... but she only allowed me to sit on the edge of the bed so the angle was really uncomfortable. After two times, I complained to her that my back was really aching from the angle and each time, I massage her for the full hour! She suggested I straddle her back but not to sit my full weight on her. I straddled her back and proceeded to massage her.
The first time this happened, I remember being quite careful not to sit on her and actually I wasn't very turned on as I'd almost started to regard this service as a chore. However, the 2nd time this happened, I developed a raging hardon. She was quite drowsy mid-way through the massage so I pressed my hard cock between the crevice of her butt. Gosh, what a great feeling to rest between those meaty mounds of flesh. I started rocking back and forth a little with my hips, trying to mask the motion by stepping up the massage rythm of my hands on her back/shoulders. She must have been really relaxed or close to sleeping coz she didn't stop me. After a few mins of this, I came in my shorts but pretended nothing had happened and continued with the massage.
By the time I finished the massage, my cock had softened and I was worried she might see the stain. Thankfully, my underwear had absorbed most of the spunk but it was quite uncomfortable. Thankfullly I was wearing a baggy T-shirt so it covered the front of my shorts.
I never progressed further than that but for a 13 yr old, it was a dream come true. I repeated this 3 more times before my mom discovered that I wasn't learning anything and decided to change piano teachers (I tried to stop her of course). But I do look back with fond memories and wonder what I'd do if I ever met her again.
More to come... Part 2.

[keano]

Interesting story you got here..

pls carry on

[Crown]

Nice story, keep it up:p.

Waiting for your other part 2

[dadoda]

Part 2..part 2..part 2....:)

[pharck]

Part 2 - the Chinese Tuition Teacher

Bros who liked my personal experiences, kindly show your appreciation, these are all true stories and whilst a cathartic release in a way, it's a baring of the soul...

I was in Sec 2 when I started having a tutor for Mandarin. For the life of me, I can't remember her name, I always called her "Lao Shi" (teacher) so let's just use an pseudonym and call her "ST" for short (to be explained later).

ST was in her mid-thirties and was not a great looker, just a plain jane chinese ed type with spectacles. On a scale of 1-10, probably ranked a 5.5 only. Hardly any boobs or butt, prob a 32A type. However, she was slim and fair. She had no boyfriend and kind of looked to be on the path of being a life-long spinster (unmarried single female).

For the first year or so under her tutelage, it was really really boring; I was made to memorize and memorize stuff and regurgitate it out during each lesson. That was her tried and proven "method" of teaching - nevermind if I didn't understand anything. Furthermore, there was no distraction as she was always in a prim and proper dress that had no neckline (round neck) and the length of the skirt usually ended at mid-calf (4-5 inches below the knee at least).

But suddenly, one day, she wore a black base with white polka dot design dress - that dress is seared in my memory. Why? Even though it was styled in her usual boring fashion, the material was SEE THROUGH (ST)!!! The material was a gauze-like type that in normal lighting conditions indoors, you'd not notice anything wrong but in bright daylight under natural light, especially sunlight, you could see almost everything.

ST had a habit of walking towards my window to gaze out whilst I was diligently "vomiting" out whatever I'd memorize and committing it to paper. That day, the curtains were not drawn and natural light was spilling in. Just nice (I was in morning session for school) so it was the afternoon sun coming in (windows closed, aircon on). I took a casual glance in her direction and was absolutely thrilled. I could see her panties so clearly! They were the normal "granny" type, not high cut or g-string but nevertheless, still a nice free view. I could even see some of the lacey design on the material of her panties.

After enjoying the view for a minute or so, my cock was quite rigid. I called to her on the pretext of asking something, hoping she'd just turn around and not walk over. Yes! She just turned on the spot and leaned against the bookcase under the window, elbows propping her up. I could see the outline of her bra now and the lacey material under her top, however, I couldn't get a good view of the front of her panties as somehow, the angle of the light wasn't right. I couldn't stare too look in case she noticed but I was able to get several quick glances by pretending to look back to my book and back to her when I asked the questions.

Cold water, cold water, ice ice ice. That's what I had to keep thinking of to get my cock down when the tuition session ended. I made it a point to walk her to the main door and got a good long look of her back view as she walked away towards the lift. Then quickly got back to my room, locked the door and got some much needed relief, thinking about what I'd just seen.

However, she couldn't always wear that same dress and though my sessions with ST was twice a week, on average, she'd only wear that dress once every 5 to 6 weeks or once every 10 - 12 sessions. For the next few months, I eagerly looked forward to each time she wore the dress, lighting wasn't optimal each time but at least there was something to look forward to!

One time, when I was about 15, my mom had made some barley for me to drink and made some extra with instructions to give some to ST to be nice to her. I told her I was going to get her a drink and proceeded to the kitchen. Then a bright idea came to me, kind of gross but it'd be the closest I'd ever get to giving her a part of me and I decided to do it. I scooped out a mug of warm barley from the pot on the stove and quickly stepped over to the washing area where I'd have a good view of her in case she stepped out of my room and approached the kitchen. I knew I didn't have much time and sometimes trying to cum quickly under such conditions can be difficult if not impossible but I managed it and managed to get some of my cum into her mug of barley. I gave it a quick stir with a spoon and brought it to her.

The thrill of watching her bring that mug to her lips and the danger in being found out gave that moment a real kick! She sipped the barley without noticing anything wrong and actually finished the whole mug in the next 5mins. I quickly made an excuse to bring the mug back to the kitchen before the "ants" became attracted to it :) Then I quickly washed the mug and removed any traces of the barley and my spunk (there was none I could see so she must have drank it all. That first time, my heart was pounding so quickly.

It became a ritual that I usually ensured I'd have a supply of barley, whether on the stove or in the fridge whenever she came by but I only gave her a drink and added my special ingredient when she came by in my favourite dress. Within Sec 3 and Sec 4, let me calculate... she probably drank my cum about 15 to 16 times over those 2 years and I never got found out!

[tipuking]

Part 2 - the Chinese Tuition Teacher

One time, when I was about 15, my mom had made some barley for me to drink and made some extra with instructions to give some to ST to be nice to her. I told her I was going to get her a drink and proceeded to the kitchen. Then a bright idea came to me, kind of gross but it'd be the closest I'd ever get to giving her a part of me and I decided to do it. I scooped out a mug of warm barley from the pot on the stove and quickly stepped over to the washing area where I'd have a good view of her in case she stepped out of my room and approached the kitchen. I knew I didn't have much time and sometimes trying to cum quickly under such conditions can be difficult if not impossible but I managed it and managed to get some of my cum into her mug of barley. I gave it a quick stir with a spoon and brought it to her.

The thrill of watching her bring that mug to her lips and the danger in being found out gave that moment a real kick! She sipped the barley without noticing anything wrong and actually finished the whole mug in the next 5mins. I quickly made an excuse to bring the mug back to the kitchen before the "ants" became attracted to it :) Then I quickly washed the mug and removed any traces of the barley and my spunk (there was none I could see so she must have drank it all. That first time, my heart was pounding so quickly.

It became a ritual that I usually ensured I'd have a supply of barley, whether on the stove or in the fridge whenever she came by but I only gave her a drink and added my special ingredient when she came by in my favourite dress. Within Sec 3 and Sec 4, let me calculate... she probably drank my cum about 15 to 16 times over those 2 years and I never got found out!

You are bad!!! But I so like you.. :rolleyes:

[enzer88]

Very refreshing to see this kinda post here,post more!:D

[suilou18]

yikes, a normal tuition teacher also get this kind of treatment from their students ??? hmmmmm, really need to advice my frens who's teaching student and advice them not to dirnk barley by MALE students ... haha

[pharck]

Bro Colins, thanks very much for the upz. Finally I hit 200 pts :) After 2 long essays, I get a very much appreciated 1 pt! Nvrmind, after I finish these posts, I'll arrange to have some good vids loaded to thank you properly. WIll PM you the links - thanks again and standby. Part 3 coming up.

[mayoni]

Great story...
bring back memories of those chio teachers when i was still studying... :D

[pharck]

Part 3 - the Piano Teacher

After Shirley (see Part 1), I had two other teachers, nothing much to report on them. One was a super prim and proper one and she actually gave up on me being such a poor student. Of course lah, no motivation what... The other one was just BLECH, Eurasian by the name of Marie but what awful acne she had, extreme turn-off. One time, she even confided in me that she even tried putting toothpaste on her acne to try to make it subside. Please lah, just go see a doc or something - it was that bad. Sigh, maybe I should have given her some of my special barley (see part 2) or let her ta pao some of my jism home to smear on her face and see if the urban legend of semen being good for the complexion holds true. Unfortunately, nothing about her turns me on, it'd be a charity wank and a tough one at that.

Then at the end of sec 3, lo and behold, 22 yr old Alice came along (I remember she was 7 yrs older than me). When I first saw her, she appeared quite demure. Nothing fantastic but on a scale of 1-10, about a 7. Quite petite with a good figure but a little short, I reckon she was only about 1.55 - 1.6m (max). Her hair was one length, just below chin level. Most of the time, she was in a short skirt - not a short short skirt like a mini but definitely mid-thigh, enough to entice a second look. Top-wise, she was probably a 33B or thereabouts, definitely a nice handful. Most of the time, she wore simple T-shirts/shortsleeve Polo or a long sleeve shirt with buttons (rolled up sleeves to elbows).

That was when I noticed that women's shirts with buttons was actually buttoned on the opposite side (relative to men's shirts). We button right into left, whereas their buttons are on the left side, button holes on the right. Reason why I noticed was when she wore her long sleeve rolled up shirts, her top button was always undone. On the first occasion this happened, I was already in sec 4 and I'd given up on theory lessons, any practical lessons was just for fun, no more piano exams to sit for - yay! So most of the piano lessons were once a week, at night and only for an hour. Alice would sit on my right when I played - one would think that would be perfect to sneak peeks but honestly, too close to really get a good look without being noticed. So I hatched a plan...

On the pretext of learning more contemporary songs rather than classical pieces, I broached the topic of learning songs with lyrics and I wanted to learn to sing as well as play and hopefully be able to do both together (it's not as easy as you'd think). Talent-wise, I'm honestly hopeless, what I can do is purely by rote and practice, not one of those that can listen to a song on the radio and reproduce it by ear on an instrument. I'm not tone-deaf but neither is my voice great at holding a tune or singing... the sacrifices I go through for my art (the art of voyerism)... heheh.

Alice thought it was a brilliant idea and my parents agreed to let her take me down this route. So after the first half of the lesson where I'd play whatever I'd been assigned to practice, Alice would then take over and play while I stood up to sing (or try to anyway). I purposely did not sit next to her as I'd be back to square one in terms of sighting opps. Claiming that I felt more comfortable to "project" my voice standing up, I strategically stood on her left. With her sitting down, we were both facing in the same direction. Perfect... I needed to see the book she was playing from as the lyrics were on the same lines as the notes. With her concentrating on playing and looking at the notes, as long as I knew the words or there was any pause where it was just music, I had a clear view of her right breast.

The first time I saw her breast is burnt into my mind. She was wearing a white long sleeve shirt (rolled up at the elbows) and with the top button undone. Her bra was white as well and not only could I see her bra, I could see her whole right breast cupped nicely. The curve of the mound and her smooth, taut, flawless skin of her mammary made me so tempted to reach out, put my hand in and just squeeze. Oh, what a sight and I usually had 20 mins of viewing pleasure before the lesson came to an end. Initially, these sightings were possible about once or twice a month, depending on how often she wore those tops. I think she must have suspected I was secretly drooling over her exposed tit but either she didn't care or she liked letting me have a look. Towards the end of the year, she started wearing these long sleeved tops almost every week but we took a 1 mth break so I could prepare for my O levels. I kind of missed our sessions but I knew I'd see her after my exams. As a motivation, she promised to take me out for a classical concert once my O levels came out but only if I did well; her definition was well was 10 pts for 6 subjects... wah, I wasn't very confident as I'd only got 13 pts for my prelims but I agreed anyway.

Suffice to say, our lessons resumed and I got my O level results, 11 pts - not too shabby but 1 pt above our agreed benchmark. She was nice enough to say nevermind, we could still go to the concert as promised. I wasn't keen on the concert but spending some private time with her apart from lessons was a real bonus so I wasn't complaining.

She had her driver's license and a car (some toyota) as she'd been teaching for about 5 years already. She came to pick me up and at first I didn't notice but when she got out of the car (we went to Victoria Concert Hall) oh my god, she was wearing a one piece green dress that clung to her body, the material was one of those stretchy ones, like lycra, every curve was exposed and when I stared at her butt, I could see her bum cheeks outlined clearly with no panty line - Gstring or no panties - I didn't know yet.

Stay tuned for the continuation...

[colins]

Bro Colins, thanks very much for the upz. Finally I hit 200 pts :) After 2 long essays, I get a very much appreciated 1 pt! Nvrmind, after I finish these posts, I'll arrange to have some good vids loaded to thank you properly. WIll PM you the links - thanks again and standby. Part 3 coming up.

Hahaha...bro I think you should thank the bros out there for the 199pts. I just hit it at the right time thats all. Good thing must share, you did it la. Very nicely written.

[pharck]

Part 3 contd...

Sorry, didn't mean to leave it trailing off like that, my laptop running out of batt so I thought better submit what I'd written first.

Anyway, we sat down for the concert and in my mind's eye, I was fantasizing about getting a nice handful of Alice's ass and give it a much needed caress. Usually, during our lessons, her skirts were quite run-of-the mill type, usually denim but basically stiff fabric that doesn't really accenture her cheeks as much as this clingy material was doing. At that time, I was thinking, "Wa liao, I've to sit through this concert when I'd rather be ogling her body (or more)."

Being in JC then, I'd gotten quite popular and there were a few cheeky babes I was seeing, nothing serious yet but one was a definite case and it was only a matter of time before I ploughed her field. However, there was just something about the older woman that was more thrilling, I don't know whether it's the concept of the forbidden fruit or some kind of kink I was starting to develop. All I knew back then was that I was finding Alice more and more enticing especially when she was all dolled up that night.

During the concert, there were a few times my arm brushed up against hers and even that brief skin to skin contact was electrifying (at least for me). Then after one particularly "soulful" (= boring) recital, I noticed she dabbed her eye with a tissue and I noticed she was tearing a little. During the interval, I asked her if that piece had been rather moving for her, to which she laughed and said no, her ex-boyfriend was playing in the symphony. She saw him and admitted that she'd been thinking about some good times they used to have and combined with the music, she couldn't help but feel a little sad and nostalgic. Wow, I was blown away she'd admit something like that to me. Anyway, we decided to cut out of the concert but rather than get something to eat, we decided to go for a walk by the beach at East Coast.

In the car, she was rather quiet and still looked a little morose when we arrivedso I (friendly gesture manner) put my arm round her shoulder - I didn't expect her to put her arm around my waist and walk with me that way towards the beach. Good lord, my cock twitched from this "girlfriend-like" response. We sat down in a secluded dark section, it was a weekday night and it wasn't crowded. It was great, we talked, laughed as if we were peers rather than teacher-student. I realised there was so much I didn't know about her after all this time, having a hour long lesson each week doesn't mean you get to know the personal details in a person's life!

The night passed quickly and we were both just enjoying the companionship and the breeze. We moved back to having my arm around her and she snuggled in towards the nape of my neck. Before long, I started kissing her and it became a full blown french kiss. Our tongues intertwined and hers felt incredible; warm, pliant, probbing and very erotic. My cock was rock hard in my pants and rather uncomfortable but I wasn't going to stop. Our salivatory exchange lasted at least another 5 mins before I tried to touch her breast but she was having none of that, "too public" she whispered. Consolation prize, my arm trailed down to below her waist and onto the side of one butt cheek, I couldn't get a full squeeze of the ass but was able to verify she was wearing a g-string. She allowed my hand to remained at the side of her butt and we continued making out. I wanted more (of course) and I think she sensed it. Her hand snaked down to my pants and griped my swollen member, squeezing it rythmically. I volunteered to take it out but again "too public" but she didn't let up on her five-fingered adminstration of my erect brother. A few more mins of making out with her squeezing and stroking me through my pants, I shot a big load and creamed by underwear - satisfaction but what a mess.
We stopped when I came and she said she'd better get going. After she sent me back, we kissed one more time quickly before she drove off. My pants were a mess and the clean-up was painful, imagine dried cum sticking your skin to cloth. Ouch.
A few days later, she called my mom and told her she'd be going off to UK to further her music studies and wouldn't be able to teach us anymore. I was a little taken aback as I felt it was rather sudden and part of me was looking to develop our sessions further. But then I remeber our beach conversation, she'd said she was saving up all this time to get to the next qualification in her music career as she'd always felt she never matched up to her ex's expecations. I just didn't realise it would be this soon and I never even got to say goodbye. Ah well, maybe that was her way of saying goodbye. I still think of her fondly to this day but we've never kept in touch, just a memory I cherish.
Thankfully, I had Jennifer, my maths tutor to look to for my continued education... more coming in Part 4, the finale.

[pharck]

Hahaha...bro I think you should thank the bros out there for the 199pts. I just hit it at the right time thats all. Good thing must share, you did it la. Very nicely written.

oh, definitely very appreciative of all the other bros who have upped me before in the past. Just that for this thread, I was thinking that such personal experiences warranted some appreciation as well. ah well, thanks again. Bro Jetfire, thank you also. Will PM you my special links once I'm done with my final Part 4.

[pharck]

Wa liao, kena -3 points for nothing, joker didn't even leave a comment on why. Idiot, don't know how to type ah?
To rest of interested readers, sorry for the delay, will post part 4 in a bit.

[ah rat]

Wa liao, kena -3 points for nothing, joker didn't even leave a comment on why. Idiot, don't know how to type ah?
To rest of interested readers, sorry for the delay, will post part 4 in a bit.

Bro,pls continue your storys,up u 2morow :D

[pharck]

Part 4

I started Maths tuition with Jennifer mid-way through Sec 4. For both E maths and A maths; not that my maths wasn't ok but just ok wasn't going to cut it. Jennifer was in her early to mid-thirties and stayed in a penthouse apartment a stone's throw from our estate. Twice a week, usually at night, I'd go over to her place for two hours and most sessions were with groups of other students, usually between 4 to sometimes 8 of us would be there.

The first time I saw Jen, she seemed rather plain, on a 1-10 scale probably only about a 6. However, she had a nice smile and seem like a nice person. She was very slim and quite fair and was usually in a skirt and blouse. Skirt was longish, about 2 inches below knee kind and blouse was also quite straight, no sightings of cleavage possible kind. Anyway, she was quite flat and really nothing to see.

I was intent on my prep for O levels and although she was nice, I never really viewed her as anything more than my tutor. Besides, there were always other students around. We had most of our sessions on the 2nd floor of her penthouse apartment (she still lived with the parents). On the 1st floor of her apartment was the normal 3 bedroom, living and dining, kitchen etc. On the 2nd floor, it opened up to a bar counter and another dining table. There were a set of french windows and that opened up to an open air area but with a partial shelter, kind of like a garden setting with landscaping and a few stone tables and chairs scattered under the shelter. Night sessions were out in the stone tables area and day sessions were indoors on the 2nd flr dining area.

Sec 4 was uneventful and I managed good results for both E and A maths. So I continued with Jen in JC1 for C maths (sorry, no F maths for me). All through JC1, nothing happened except that I realised it was getting less crowded. Jen told me that she had quit her job (she was actually some kind of engineer) and was now doing tuition full time. She was also splitting up her classes to try to group students of the same level, sec 1 - 4 and JC1/2 etc. so her attention would be more focused. Originally, her classes were mixed levels. Suffice to say, during my weeknights sessions, my class was now usually 3 students max. Sometimes, it was just myself and her if the other two didn't turn up, took MC or swap days/times.

We probably had 5 or 6 sessions during JC1 where it was just myself and her. I finally got to chat with her a bit and found out that she used to have a bf from Uni days until 2 years ago; he never popped the question and instead married someone much younger. She concentrated her time on her students and didn't have much of a social life but both her parents were now dependent on her. By the way, her parents most nights were at home and watching TV downstairs, occasionally, her dad popped up to talk in some air but I noticed this was usually when I was alone with her, maybe he didn't trust me being alone with her?

During JC1, I started going to the gym religiously, managing to put in at least 90 mins to 2hrs, 3 to 4 times a week. It was gruelling but really rewarding as I managed to build up a good physique. I felt doubly good when after my promos exam, Jen actually reached over and squeeze my right bicep and deltoid and commented how nicely I had filled out over the last 1 year. I felt really really good that she noticed and during that time, because I had a nicer body, I took to wearing fitting t-shirts and tank tops.

A few months into my JC2 year, I found myself alone with Jen during one of our lessons. I was having some problems with a difficult equation and asked Jen for some help. She leaned over to see the question and for the first time, her hand actually leaned on my bare thigh (I was in running shorts). It was so unexpected and so... nice, I couldn't help it, my cock twitched and burst into attention almost straightaway. It was a brief moment and her hand could not have been on my thigh for more than 2 secs but it was a blissful 2 secs.

How I managed to solve that equation, I don't know but somehow I did even though most of the blood going to my brain was being channelled to the nether regions. I began to see Jen in a slightly different light. When my erection had subsided, I made an excuse to use the toilet but she told me to use the one downstairs as the one upstairs had problems with the flush. That was also my first time using the downstairs toilet. When I went downstairs, the parents had already retired to their room so the living room was quiet without the usual blaring of the TV.

In the downstairs toilet, I took a quick whizz and glanced into the laundry hamper and spotted a pair of worn panties belonging to Jen (I assumed it was Jen's as her mom was much bigger size and this pair of panties was rather petite, more in line with Jen's shape and size. The panties were cotton and just the plain kind, I remember they were pink. Having just had that 2 sec encounter, I was horny as hell and proceed to have a quick wank and into it.... then threw it back in the hamper.

Sorry, gotta go for now.

[pharck]

Part 4 contd.

Sorry for the interruption, OC was beckoning... :)

So after throwing back Jen's underwear into the hamper, I went back upstairs, finished up my work and went home, sated for the moment but far from truly satisfied.

It'd be another long month before I got to be alone with Jen again. As usual, we were seated at the round stone tables on the 2nd floor. I was in my usual attire, running shorts and tank top; I made some inane remark about something that'd happened in school and apparently, she found it amusing. As we laughed together, her left hand again rested on my right thigh and the bare skin contact sent a tingle up my leg and into my crotch. This time the contact was longer, at least about 5 secs and this time was not just a hand resting on my thigh, I actually felt her hand squeeze me lightly (maybe coz she was laughing at the time).

My heart was beating really fast as I considered whether I should try something, heck - I could get in real trouble if the situation turned sour. I wished I knew how far I could take it but nothing ventured, nothing gain and I was thinking with my little brudder rather than my head. I slipped my left hand under the stone table and adjusted myself, slipping my erect cock out of my shorts underlining so it was somewhat along my right thigh, in Jen's direction. I was so nervous that my erection was fading fast but thankfully, what I was doing was not in her view.

I tried cracking another joke again and although it wasn't very funny, she laughed along good naturedly. Success, her hand was again on my thigh and this time, I shifted my position just in time so part of her hand landed on my cockhead. Oh shiok, my cock touching her hand. I half expected her to withdraw her hand and had an apology ready to excuse my cock's errant wandering, afterall, she touched me not the other way around. But surprisingly, she didn't withdraw her hand though she became very quiet. She just looked at me, her hand still under the table and she didn't even look under the table, we just looked at each other coz I think we both didn't know what to do. I'd have given anything to know what was going through her mind then.

Oooh, then her hand shifted position and moved to grip my cock. I moved my hips closer towards her and used my left hand to pull my shorts up and aside to give my brudder more room to emerge (my right hand was actually still on the table holding my pen to my book but I wasn't writing - who could?). Our moment of awkard silence had passed but we both still weren't saying anything. Jen continued to use her left hand to stroke me and wow, the sensation was fantastic. Added to the thrill of the moment, I'd not been this excited for a while. I spread my right leg farther apart and turned to face towards her a little more. She in turn, rotated to face me a little more. By now, my cock was totally free of its confines and my erected member was totally pointed directly at her in front of me. She switched to pumping me with her right hand and her left hand cupped my balls gently, massaging them and tickling them. The feeling was indescribable good, then her left hand light pressed a spot under my balls, almost near the anus and 3 secs later, I erupted with one of the most intense orgasms of my life. I blew wads and wads of cum, my cock felt like it spasmed almost 20 times, every bit of semen I had felt like it was milked pleasurably out of me.

My entire body felt weak but totally satisfied. The intensity of the moment overcame me and I just sat there taking deep breaths. Only then did I realised my cum had shot all over the place, it was on her hands, arms, blouse, skirt and there was some on the floor and on my legs. I'd never cum so hard and with so much before! I readjusted myself and put brudder back into my shorts while Jen stood up and got me a box of tissues. She said she'd be back and went away. I cleaned up as best as I could with the tissues and wiped the floor and my legs, then flushed the evidence down the 2nd floor toilet (thankfully, the flush was now working). Then I wondered how Jen made it past her parents in the living room, covered as she was with my spunk but I didn't hear any commotion downstairs so I assumed she found a way.

It took a while but 15 mins later, she was back and in a fresh outfit. I still didn't know what to say but she started first. She said she had not had a man in a long time and this was to be kept strictly between the 2 of us. She also said she enjoyed doing this to me but that it'd not progress further. By that, she meant that we might do it again but it'd never go beyond this, meaning, I didn't get to touch her. I just nodded through everything, it was too much for me to handle, I never thought I'd get this lucky. I went back that night and slept like I was in a coma but goodness, it was and still is the most intense orgasm I've had till this day.

Over the next 8 mths, there were 6 more occasions where Jen gave me a handjob. Each one was a little different though the result is the same - I CAME :) I wrap that up in a couple of days if anyone is interested. OC beckoning again... sorry.

[la head]

very nice story mate. geez, how come my math tutors don't do that for me?

[pharck]

First off, thanks again to bros for the upz. To assure one of the bros, yes - these are all true stories. I only wished that I could have taken it to the next level. But these experiences have a side effect as well, I have a fetish for older women, especially those of the teaching profession. Unfortunately, I never did get any such encounters with actual school teachers, those remain only a fantasy (especially with my Sec 1-2 Science and Sec 3-4 Chem teacher, one and the same, 4 yrs of unrequited lust). Many peeping incidents and experiences with female teachers during schooldays, some accidental, some with meticulous planning, but those are for another thread).

Back to the Part 4 finale, a synopsis on each of the other 6 times Jen gave me a handjob. Each I can recall like it was yesterday, I hope I never get senile or Alchiemer's disease coz I cherish each memory till today.

Handjob 2 came (pun intended) about 3 weeks after the first. Those few weeks weren't awkward, I took the cue from her and pretended nothing happened. Heck, I wasn't some love-sick teenager, though I was constantly horny. I must have beat off another 3-4 times after that first incident but I tried my best not to so that if it happened again, I'd have a reservoir to release. But I was getting frustrated, 3 weeks is a long long time at that age. Jen's dad usually came upstairs towards the end of the session (it usually ended around between 9.30pm to 10pm depending on what time we started, so there was no chance to linger around. Him coming up was a silent signal to us students to get going!

Then one night, instead of the 3 usual students (including me), there was only one other guy. I thought there would be no chance again. But mid-way through the lesson, the guy (T) told Jen that he was having diarrhoea the whole day and he needed to go again. He went off to the toilet and we expected him to take a while so whilst he was gone, Jen started stroking me under the table through my shorts but just gently, enough to make me feel good but not enough to make me cum. It was fantastic, coz I'd been saving myself, I felt like I was on the brink of cumming but yet was able to enjoy and "tarik" back a little.

10mins later, we heard the toilet flush and Jen stopped, T looked in bad shape when he emerged and Jen suggested he go home to rest. Yes, yes, yes! I thought... go home and Lao Sai lah, I can be alone here for a while. Crap! T said no, he still had some stuff he wanted to work through. Damn! But thankfully, about a half hour later, about 15mins before we were due to call it a night, T had to go LS again. The moment the toilet door closed, Jen's hand was around my cock again, this time, she freed it from my running shorts through the side and started stroking me, using long full strokes interspersed by short quick ones.... heaven; I whispered to her I'd come soon (I didn't want a huge mess with T around) and she could sense the urgency in my voice. Using one free hand whilst still pumping me, she quickly pulled out 3 pieces of tissue from the box on the table. Not enough, I whispered, I knew it was going to be a big one... I'd been holding back so long. She pulled out another 3 pieces and wrapped all tightly around my helmet. Just in time, I finally released a load of cum and she expertly held the edges of the tissue over my little head while squeezing my throbbing dick gently, massaging the sides with her fingers to extract each ounce of semen. A small trickle ran down the side of my dick and onto my leg but every other drop managed to stay in the tissue.

Jen's father chose that time to pop upstairs, O my GOD, till this day, I give her credit for her quick reaction. Just 2 secs sooner and he'd have seen us. My cock was still out of my shorts but it was under the table so thankfully, he couldn't see but Jen's reaction caused her to quickly bring both her hands out from under the table and one of them was still holding the cum soaked tissues! She played it real cool and using one hand to point at my book, said something and I just nodded diligently. She used the other hand to pretend to wipe her nose as if she was sniffling. The cum drenched tissue actually touched her nose! Her dad hung around for a few mins watering some of his plants and didn't say anything to her, just ambled around in his usual way and then went downstairs again. My shoulders slumped in relief when he left. Then T chose to flush the toilet at that moment and we knew he was coming out so Jen just tossed the wad of tissues over the ledge down 25 stories! I hope it didn't hit anyone :)

[pharck]

Handjobs 3 & 4 & 5 & 6 were during the month of June, Jen was away for the 1st week so we'd a break as well but she still collect the full mth's fees so we'd to have make-up lessons for the rest of the month.

Handjob 3 & 4 showed me a side of Jen that I'd never seen before. She was actually quite domineering. As it was a make-up lesson, she scheduled me to be alone with her. The moment I arrived, she turned off one section of the lights where the stone tables were and this left a large section of the open air area bathed in darkness. She told me to follow up and we walked over to a corner of the landscaped garden, behind a couple of tall plants. She stood facing my right side, so we were perpendicular to one another and without a word, just pull my shorts down to my knees and starting jacking me off with her right hand. She was rather assertive in her actions and her left hand stroked and squeezed my butt cheeks alternating with light slaps. It was simply fantastic but what drove me crazy was she started talking "dirty" to me, no four letter words or anything but it was just the way she said it. She said stuff like, "Yah, shake it out - shake it all out", "Cum for me, cum hard and shoot it out", these words just put me over the edge and I expended my jism over her father's plants! Then I pulled my shorts back on and we continued the lesson, though frankly, I wasn't in the mood. Towards the end of the lesson, Jen got me to go to the same spot again and it was a repeat of the earlier handjob - it took a while longer but I came again though not as intense as the prior one. Guess the plants wouldn't need watering that night.

Handjobs 5 & 6 happened on the same day. When I arrived at Jen's place, it wasn't the parents that opened the door for me, but Jen herself and we didn't go upstairs like we usually did but instead, she told me to go relax by the couch and watch some TV. I sat down with her and she told me her parents were out of town these few days and we'd the whole house to ourselves. She said I was up to date on my work and there'd be no lessons today. She then ordered me to take all my clothes off and stand in front of the TV. I was a little taken aback and she just looked at me expectantly.

Ok, I thought, this is going to be different - I didn't know how different. After I had stripped and faced the TV, Jen ordered me to kneel on the low wooden coffee table and spread my legs almost to each corner of the table, she told me to get down on all fours so I was literally in a doggie position with my butt facing her, gosh - I'd never felt so vulnerable and exposed! Then Jen sat down on the couch behind me and squeezed something onto her hands, I guessed it was some kind of lube when she started milking my cock and balls from behind. With her other hand, she started gently massaging my anus, not probing but just on the outer edges. Goodness, the sensations were incredible! Before long, she had me arching my back and moving my hips, I was basically fucking her hand; her hand stopped massaging my anus and I moaned a "No..."; then I heard something being put under me, looked down and there was this big glass bowl below me. She started playing with my asshole again while rythmically milking my straining cock. I was desperate to cum and she knew it. "Cum into the bowl" she ordered, without much delay, I squirted my cum out and she angled my cock towards the receptable. We managed to capture most of my cum and she left me there for a while as my cock dribbled out the excess, drop by drop, she squeezed it into the bowl until I was flaccid and soft.
Finally, she let me stand up and told me to take a seat. I put my clothes back on and collapsed into the sofa, exhausted. Jen removed the bowl (I don't know what she did with it) and brought me a glass of cold water. I drained in a couple of gulps and gave a sigh of appreciation. It was really weird, we then chatted about normal stuff and she was especially interested in my girlfriend, not about anything physical we did but rather why I liked her and whether she was pretty - that kind of thing. We talked like 2 friends as if none of the handjobs had taken place. About half an hour later, she asked if I was ready to go again. I shook my head and said I was drained, that's when she threw me a curve ball, hiked up her skirt and took her panties off in front of me. I thought we were going to take it further but instead, she told me to take off all my clothes again but remained sitting on the sofa.
I obeyed her and then standing in front of me still with her skirt hiked up, she tossed me her panties and told me to wear it over my head. I didn't know what she wanted so she came over and pull it over my head herself, adjusting it so that the crotch was over my nose. Her bush came really close to me and she wasn't shaven but I was getting excited again. I really didn't mind her panties over my head and I breathe in deeply, it felt slight moist as well and there was an arid (not unpleasant) but a musky odour. Jen stood back (still with her skirt hiked up) and commanded me to jerk myself off; I was ready! I was staring at her bush, breathing in her scent and wanking myself, my cock was hard again and I was really turned on to finally see her bush. I so wanted to touch it but it was an unspoken rule that she made the rules and limits and I didn't want to spoil anything but I dared to ask if I could have a better look and if she could sit and spread her legs.
Surprisingly, she was ok with it, all this while, she never touched herself, she just sat in the sofa opp me and spread her legs wide open for my viewing, I was really pumping my hand now and she could see I was getting very excited. Her pussy lips were well formed (not droopy kind) darkish in contrast with her fair skin with a slightly pink inner labia, she didn't spread herself wide enough to see the vagina entry but it was enough, I was so close to cumming when she said "STOP!". Huh? It took every ounce of willpower to hold back from the point of no return. She got up, pulled down her skirt and walked over to me. She pull her panties off my face and wrapped it around my cock then gave me 3 jerks and that was it, I came again into her panties.
By the time, I was exhausted and perspiring heavily. She calmly took a towel for me and told me to go take a shower. When I returned, she picked up my books and ushered me out of the house. I was grateful for that as I was rather overwhelmed by the experience. Stumbling home, I fell into an exhausted stupor that lasted 12 hours, awaking afresh with a smile of my face but with a rather sore dick!

Final handjob wasn't to come till 6mths later just before I entered the army in Dec. Jen took in more JC students due to parents who wanted to make the most of the rest of the year before A level season. The classes were packed up after June and there were no other incidents until 12th of Dec. Stay tuned for the finale.

[chickyman]

bro, wow super super nice. sorry no pwer to up ur point but good job and wish had tat kind
of experience

[lightning]

good story but did u get to F her :D

[dadoda]

bro, pls cont dun let us wait until 12th of Dec:eek::D

[ah sum]

Oh OMG!!!....pls more:)

[pharck]

good story but did u get to F her :D

Guess you'll have to wait for the final part to find out. A close female friend of mine from JC went onto study Pyschology later in Uni. When I shared this story with her years after it happened (including some of the details of Jen's prior relationship), her theory was that Jen was slightly "damaged goods" and needed a release for her angst of the former boyfriend. Hence, the change to a domineering nature, to view me as a sex "toy"; being used as an "object" that could be discarded or cast aside later but only on her sayso - control was the key that she craved. Heck, I didn't care - I only wished more of my teachers used me as a "toy" coz I enjoyed being played with! :)
Stay tuned for the final final part to find out what a sick puppy Jen really was.:eek:

[pucca22346]

finale!! :D

[Ryuuken]

When is the next installment coming?

[la head]

it's not gonna come.

[pharck]

Alrighty... sorry to all the bros, kept you all waiting. I've been travelling and really no time. I didn't want to do a rush job...

FINALE
The next few months flew past, as I mentioned previously, there were no more incidents. Thankfully, my then gf and I had progressed to the next level so I was at least able to contain the primal urges... of course, stories with ex-gfs have to go on another thread, I think I saw one entitled, "Most daring place you've ever had sex" or something like that.

My final tuition session with Jen was anti-climatic, she just bade all of us good luck and that was it, no "it was great being your tutor... yada, yada, yada." No private good bye for me either.

I went through my A levels and thereafter, was due to sign-up for the army on 13 Dec. A couple of days earlier, Jen had called up my home and apparently, she'd heard from some of my other tuition friends I kept in touch with that I was headed for the army. She asked my mom to get me to drop by as she was having a get-together of her ex-students on 12 Dec, 3PM. My mom practically forced me to go as she'd promised Jen I'd show up. I wasn't really in the mood to mingle with others and would rather have spent my last day of freedom with my gf, bonking her silly.

In the end, I showed up at Jen's doorstep promptly at 3PM with the intention to make a brief appearance and then head off to meet my gf at her place (parents were out of town... heheheh). At her doorway, I noticed that there weren't many shoes outside and when she opened the door, it appeared rather quiet. We greeted each other and when I walked in, I asked whether I was the first one there. Jen just smiled and said there'd no one else coming. Then I grinned as I realised this was her plan all along! So I was going to get a farewell "gift" after all. Almost 6 mths of yearning and here was my reward!

Jen led me to her bedroom (she got the master bedroom with attached toilet) and her parents got the other 2 rooms (they had separate rooms, don't know why, don't care). I eagerly followed her in and when she told me to strip, I'd my clothes off in 2 secs but as usual, she was the one in control and I waited to see what she would do next. She was facing me and gently caressed my bare chest and shoulders with her hands and teased my nipples with her fingers. My cock was twitching in anticipation and she reached down to caress it as well, soft gentle strokes that made my brudder stand at rock-hard attention, throbbing in hopes that she'd let me climax.

Then Jen surprised me, she said we were going to do something different today and she asked me if I was still a virgin. I wasn't sure how to answer her, tell her the truth or lie? If I told her the truth, was she going to let me "lose" it to her? Or did she want to hear a "No", make me describe my first time experience then let me bonk her? I didn't have a clue so I just told the truth, "No" I said. "Too bad," she said... Doh! Aargghhh... wrong answer, stoopid, stoopid, stuuupid. My expression must have shown my dismay, she assured me that either way didn't matter, she was just curious coz today, she intended to take away a different kind of virginity. Huh?

Jen made me get on all fours on her bed and I was pleasantly reminded of the coffee table incident six months ago. Wooh! I'm in for a treat again (or so I thought). She stroked my rigid member from behind, again playing with my anus, lightly tickling the outside with the tip of her index finger. Gawd! It was fabulous. Then suddenly, I felt something wet and moist darting into my asshole, it was her tongue, she slurped my asshole and thrust her tongue in and out, it was heaven, my cock suddenly tensed at the welcome intrusion to my backdoor, it was a sensation I'd never felt before, I was on the verge of cumming but Jen gripped the base of my cock and gave it a hard squeeze and she stopped licking my anus. Awww, it was almost too much to bear but her expert squeeze stopped me from going over the edge.

Jen said that if I liked that, she was going to do something to me and if I cooperated fully, I'd be rewarded with more. I just mumbled ok. Jen stripped off her skirt and her panties and I got to see her bush again from her wardrobe (mirrored). She took off her blouse as well but left her bra on. Her tits were quite flat so I think she didn't want me to see everything. Then I saw her small egg-like object with a wire coming out of it and slipped it into her vagina. It stayed in her and she was holding a small box that was connected to it. She walked over to her dresse and set the box down then opened her drawer and took out a dildo, only this one had straps. She positioned it at her crotch (pointed outwards) and strapped it on. It was pink in colour and thankfully, not that big but it was shaped oddly, didn't really look like a penis, it had a penis like head but it was ridged all the way on each side, sort of like multiple penis heads stacked on top of each other.

Jen pulled a tube of something else out of her drawer and walked over to me. I was still on all fours awaiting her return. Face the front, she commanded. I obeyed and heard her squeeze something out of the tube and slathered it onto my asshole. She started with one finger and wanked me off with the other hand. I heard a low humming sound and I realised it was coming from her. Looking down to my side, I realised the small box she was holding was like a remote control connected by a wire to the "egg" in her, kind of like a vibrator. Relax, she said, you might enjoy this... I was actually feeling uncomfortable coz she had two fingers in me by then and I felt like taking a dump.

Ouch, she started to slip the dildo into me and told me to push out like I was taking a shit. Little did I know, that relaxed the spincter muscles and she slid the dildo up my arse and started moving in and out. Aaahhhh.... she used her free hand to massage my balls and my cock but I was flaccid by then, I endured as best as I could and finally, I felt her shudder in what I think was an orgasm. Finally she withdrew and and collapsed onto the bed, weak from my ordeal. I felt like I'd been torn apart. Finally, after a good ten mins, she comes over to me, rubs my back and whispers in my ear, good boy - now you deserve your reward.

I was told to get back into the same doggy position but this time, Jen's face was under my cock and her mouth was position at the tip of my cock. Don't thrust it into my mouth, she said or I'll stop. She deftly brought me to an erection again with her skilful hands, I could feel her hot breath from her mouth on my cock, how tempted I was to thrust it into her but she sent me over the edge when her tongue darted out and licked the underside of my helmet briefly, it was just for a sec and I spasmed into her mouth, every drop of my jizz was expertly milked into her orifice, even the tiny drops at the end was squeezed out. Finally, I (weak-kneed), rolled over onto my back; I though Jen had swallowed my spunk as my reward but I saw her climbing towards me and wanting to kiss me. Before I could stop her, she latched onto my mouth and spat my cum back into my own mouth, holding my head tight with both her hands, I was too shocked to push her away and I swallowed my own cum. The only consolation was she frenched me throughly during that process and boy, it was only later I found out this was called a snowball!
We finally broke away and I was reeling from the experience. Somehow, I didn't feel sated, yes - I'd come but gosh, I was still in shock. I suppose there's a first time for everything...I washed up and went home after that. After my BMT, we moved away to another estate and till today, I've not heard from Jen again but these memories still linger in my mind. Hope you bros enjoyed it, thanks for reading.

[Spud_Boy]

wow... what an ending.. no other words to describe it.. great narration.. :D

been really missing out in tuition sessions, man..

[pharck]

Thanks everyone for the positive comments and feedback.

Bros who upped me, thank you, I've your nicks and I'll upload a couple of teacher vids from my personal archives and pm you the link to download. Appreciate your support very much. Will be a few days before I get back in town so be patient, I'll keep my promise.

[Bangster]

......After my BMT, we moved away to another estate and till today, I've not heard from Jen again but these memories still linger in my mind. Hope you bros enjoyed it, thanks for reading.

Woah..what an ending.

Great to see you've got some "SM"T before your BMT. :D

[yang punk]

Interesting story...but believable after all there are real-life cases of female teachers seducing their students.

She may be an abused victim of her father who seemed domineering... checking on her after lesson. Parents not sharing same room... mother knew but helplessly dependant...

Thus her desire to dominate men... she want to be in control (she masturbated for you but you can't touch her). She wants to humiliate men... putting her panties over your head... screwing you in your ass (she can make you cum but you can't make her cum).

What you should have done to her when you had the opportunity (when alone with her) was to totally subdued her... tie her up and give her the screw of her life! Tongue lash her and make her have multiple orgasms and finally cum in her mouth and make her swallow every drop.

That should show her where a woman's place in life should be... to serve men and to be fucked by men... not the other way round! Send her the message of the futility of revenge on men!

If ever you can contact her again...perhaps you'll be able to right the wrong!