Gender: Male Age: 57 Location: Bangkok
|Introduction: A continuation of 'Legs, Breasts & Other Parts - but this is a specialised group: Teachers I met, plus associates....|
Other Parts of Teachers – Chapter 1
A continuation of a Fantasy based on observing Life and Women as they pass by (readers can read ‘Legs, Breasts and Other Parts’ if they so wish)….and sometimes acting upon those Fantasies which easily evolve in one’s mind…this particular time, I have found a Special group who know discipline and domination as part of their daily working lives; now they have found me….as have their associated groups….
I have been doing the rounds of local Schools, searching for one for my next-month-3 year old daughter, to start next school year in 6 months’ time.
She isn’t my biological daughter: her mother, my wife, had an affair while I was away working in Vietnam – trying to save up more money for a comfortable final few years of my retirement/our married life. But she is my Daughter through upbringing, and my Love for her supplants any I have ever felt for my wife, so I came home when my wife entered her 9th month of pregnancy, after accepting her confessed infidelity in her 1st month – which she could hardly deny as we hadn’t had sex for perhaps a year before - and accepting the baby would grow up with me as her Dad. She speaks English and Thai, so the School I want has to be bi-lingual, and, as I am her primary home educator, I will give my wife a say in the matter, but the decision will be mine.
Because it was Dad, lately ‘Daddy’ who took care of her, read to her, taught her A B C, counting, how to use a tissue even, as well as took her out in the car, in her child safety seat I bought, and showed her the natural environment, the beach, open zoos and their animals, helped her start to learn to swim, and talked with her non-stop about anything.
She was my little girl; her next step was to start Kindergarten next year….
The first School was the most expensive; beautiful grounds and facilities, but so many students I was unsure she would get any real, individual teaching; their Kindergarten was also mostly activities, not subjects.
My second School: wow, I had the most beautiful Thai ‘guide’ from the Admin Department take me around after answering the questions I had on a list I had prepared for each School. ‘What’s your breast size?’ almost added itself to the list: she had on a uniform-style shirt and pants, but the shirt perhaps could have been a size bigger; the pants were perfect: they showed her curves and creases to my eyes quite perfectly as we walked around inspecting the school – but the shirt over her breasts drove my brain into neutral, or perhaps overdrive!
I have her name and mobile number, which she gave willingly when I realized my cock was directing questions about her, rather than about the School itself, and as we had finished the tour and I had what information I needed, I had to quickly finish and head for my car to get my cock out of my jeans – just to give it a rest from the abnormal constriction: jeans I only wore when travelling to/from Vietnam, and dressed for Immigration and Customs; normal dress at home was light shorts only, and ‘going out’ clothes were still shorts.
As I sat in my car, I saw a group of girls and boys exit another building, for senior students; they saw my Guide and I could see all the boys look at her with lust; the second thing I saw was the smile on my guide’s face, and her lips moving as she seemed to greet each boy heading past: ah. She was popular, but for what reasons, I wondered.
Abruptly she turned and came striding towards my car! Holy hell, I had no time to get my cock back in my jeans and she would have seen me squirming, my hips lifting, if I had tried; I grabbed my Q & A papers and my A4-sized notebook and covered my lap with them spread out, hoping my cock didn’t give a lurch under there to dislodge them.
I looked at the paper with her name on – ok, so I pressed the button to lower my window and said “Oh, nong Ming, something more?” She leaned down: that shirt almost sent my cock through my notebook! I kept my hands in my lap to detain it.
“Yes, please, Khun Steve” and she had her mobile phone ready, “Could I have your number – just for any extras I remember to offer to help you choose.” Wow, was that a loaded statement, as my imagination seized on all sorts of potential ‘extras’ she could offer!
I gave it to her and she punched it in, gave my arm a lingering pat and enticingly wandered away, absolutely certain my eyes would be glued to her departing body: of course they were!
As I calmed, however, I reviewed and added to my Q & A paper: educationally, this School taught subjects from 1st year Kindergarten, both English and Thai, lots of foreign teachers for English teaching: it suited me – if only it had some grass/greenery! But it did have Ming, on the very positive side of the equation.
On to #3, which I knew to be my wife’s favourite, and her mother’s – through friends who had kids there.
I was a little late arriving; big area, lots of trees, huge car park – but no security, and I couldn’t see a teacher in evidence as it seemed a thousand students ran around outside during early lunch.
I walked past the canteen on my way to the Thai-sign only Admin office, and there were huge queues of little, young students seemingly trying to get their food to eat and sit somewhere in the cavernous room.
I went through my questions perfunctorily; the answers didn’t help me change my opinion: too big, too many children, not enough security or supervision, chaotic….and then, as I headed back to my car, I saw hundreds of junk food snacks, drinks, ice creams being consumed by the same unsupervised students.
Junk food was an absolute final reason why I crossed it straight off my list – and told my wife that evening it was a definite ‘No’ for my daughter.
A few days later, when my daughter decided she wanted to go to her grandmother’s after I had given her (a healthy) breakfast, I had a quick shower and went to number 4 School.
This had almost all I could want, except Kindergarten was also mostly activities, rather than subjects and activities; the major problem in going there was Bangkok’s daily problem: traffic; indeed, the main road the School was situated in was one I drove on only under extreme pressure!
But its facilities, greenery, playgrounds, classes, teachers….it was all what I wished School number 2 had to go with its educational excellence.
I had 2 Schools to go; number 5 was off the list quickly: 1 English period a week and they only started children of 4y.o. in Kindergarten.
Number 6 was in my Village, only 500m from my house, so I had passed it regularly for years; a friend had told me their English program was really good, so I parked outside and walked in, asking the security guard for the ‘Information’.
I walked around a quadrangle, past open rooms of students studying, past the kitchen/canteen area, and found the office; it was coffee break, so one Admin girl at her desk told me to sit and ‘just a moment’.
As I always did, I asked if someone could speak English, and a few minutes later an older woman, teacher I assumed, came in and pulled a chair to sit opposite me; then the other staff began trickling in, so there were 4, plus the Teacher.
The Teacher’s English was really very good, and I told her so; she beamed and repeated my words in Thai for the others, so I mixed my general conversation with Thai and English, and the other girls said I could speak Thai very well; I shook my head, knowing I can’t speak it well – never studied, just picked up from work, my wife, family, friends; but no, not well.
My 65y.o. Teacher, as she told me, answered some of my questions, and the woman at the desk we were sitting in front of answered some other Admin questions, but I hadn’t known: this campus was for infants and upper, for Kindergarten I had to go 10 minutes away to the other campus.
My Teacher said she would take me and help translate anything I needed, so I arranged to come back the following morning at 09.00, a suitable time for her classes, and for me to take my daughter to grandmother’s house around the corner.
I was saying respectful ‘byes’ to the other staff when I looked at the girl behind my desk; “I have seen you in the Village, right?”
She shook her pretty head, “Maybe my sister more; she lives near your house, so I have seen you when I go there; you sit and drink beer where my sister gets her drinks etc. But, yes, she and I look alike, so next time you can ask if her name is ‘Nok’”.
I smiled and nodded, said ‘bye’ and headed out and drove home.
The following morning, my daughter was fine as I dropped her off and I went to the School to pick up the Teacher; I closed my car door to lock it and go to the office, but she came out – it was the dot of 09.00 – and came to me, saying I was very punctual; I smiled at the other girls I could see in the doorway as they were smiling at me.
Settled in my passenger seat, she began to direct me; but I interrupted her; “Sorry, Teacher, but in my car, the first thing is to put your safety belt on.
She fumbled around, so I excused myself and leaned across her to pull the belt across her small breasts/chest and slip it into the lock; she gave me a wide smile.
It wasn’t far at all to the Kindergarten campus (a ‘plus’ for getting to and fro) and once there, we parked and she led me to the office Admin.
I had my questions answered, made a tour with the very smiling, cute and young Kindergarten teacher, with my Teacher hovering on my arm to translate – which, in fact, I hardly needed as my Thai was quite good, and the young woman spoke a little English; but my older Teacher wanted to be ‘important’ I surmised, so I indulged her and didn’t mind that she was almost cuddling me as we walked around, stopped at classes to listen, spoke to a couple of the foreign teachers, and returned to the Admin office.
The facilities, playgrounds, greenery and subjects were on my ‘desired’ list as ‘ticks’ by now, though it was a little old, so I only had to ask about food and snacks served and get the fees list.
On the Fees list, my young Kindergarten Teacher wrote her name and mobile number, asked me for mine and punched in my number and name directly to her mobile; she invited me back – “any time at all, Khun Steve” – if I required more information, from her.
Then it was back in the car to return my Teacher to her campus, while I now had 4 Schools to match on my computer scorecard to discuss with my wife, before taking her and my daughter for a second viewing of my preferred 2 Schools.
My phone beeped a message, but I didn’t read it while driving.
On the return drive – after I had to remind her about her safety belt, and she asked me to do it for her again - my Teacher prattled a little bit about why I should come to her School – this and this and that – and, animatedly, she placed her hand on my knee and was quickly rubbing up my thigh as she continued to talk non-stop.
I guess, if my own grandmother had done this, I would not have reacted – but this was a Teacher, and certainly not my grandmother: my cock stretched in my jeans and I had to fidget in my seat to keep her hand away from feeling it: but I couldn’t prevent her eyes looking.
I had to get her mind off ‘it’, if indeed it was on ‘it’; “I want to thank you so much for taking me to the Kindergarten campus; it was very good of you.”
At the School gate, I parked outside, respectfully turned the engine off, ran around to open her door and give her my hand to help her out of the seat: she was 65y.o. after all!
She looked at me closely; “Come with me to the office and thank me after I give you the last piece of information to help you decide.”
It was a very cryptic invitation, but I said ‘ok’; locked the car and followed her small, slim body to the main Admin office; there were no other staff there at that time, so I followed Teacher to her desk at the back of the open room.
“Nok’s sister told me your wife is having an affair with another man, and you seem lonely every day, Khun Steve; come down here and I will help you, and help myself at the same time – no, down here: under the desk; my information for you starts there….”
She didn’t actually ask me; her tone was that of the senior Teacher to a young boy student.
I had never been more than subservient to women’s authority – 4 wives to date had all controlled and manipulated me – so Teacher’s commands were obeyed: I went down on my knees and looked under the desk: it was just an open space for legs and feet under a desk, no different to any other, and her legs were there.
We had removed our shoes (in my case just thongs) at the door, so she was barefoot; what she did now was not only proprietarily indecent and ‘dirty’: it was designed to make me either run, screaming, out the door – or submit to her dominance.
I let her curl her toes at the back of my neck with one foot, and ‘suggest’ my head move towards her, under the desk more.
I went under; her foot on my neck meant she had her thighs opened and as she pushed me around in a half-circle to face her (so to speak) her open thighs revealed a bared cunt glistening at me, even here in the dim light under the desk: she was wet and wanting.
“The last piece of information you need to decide to come here is: me, and the others here like me; you can bring your daughter here every morning; she can catch the School bus to Kindergarten, while you come into the office to see if ‘everybody is ok’. It will be just like you are a Student, with your subject being: The Female Body.”
The bus will bring her back in the afternoon and you will have come an hour early to check again if ‘everybody is ok’; do you understand what is being offered to you: the bus will be free, for starters; if you take care of us, her tuition will also be free – and you will have all the cunts you want, so you start by thanking me for helping you.”
She used her hands now, pulling my head, my mouth up between her wrinkled thighs, to her waiting cunt: the first of a queue it seemed.
I pulled my head back for a moment to ask “Why me?”
“Ah, because you have submitted to me readily, when I told you to come back this morning to take me, so you have shown me and the others you will do all we ask without much complaint: remember, you told me this is a good School for your daughter: how much better can it be than getting it free, and getting us for free, and freeing you from any thought of your wife?”
She was a very good Teacher: I listened to every word and believed every word – yet, this wasn’t me: I was a questioning person normally and I opened my mouth to say something like this, but she pulled me to her cunt: and I submitted, and I slurped at her copious juices flowing from that aged slit – but only for 5 seconds after I had found her clit and now it was my turn; “You can order me, but we have to agree terms, Teacher. I might love doing this, but I am not a dog to order around quite so easily.”
I left it there, for now, and stuck my tongue at the top of her cunt and laved it all the way to the bottom; her outer lips might be wrinkled, but when I returned to her centre, and truly held her clit, I found a small, almost prick-like, protuberance which was a wonder to hold, to nibble, in my teeth.
She had her first orgasm, and I heard a worried question “Are you all right, Head Teacher – do you need the Nurse?” (I had forgotten this question on my list, but now I could tick that box also: they had a Nurse).
It sounded like the girl I had seen in the Village, or her sister, so she must be back at her desk in front of Teacher’s.
Before she could answer, I released her clit – she sighed and slumped – but now I plunged my tongue straight into her cunt and burrowed it as far as I could reach, her juices filling my mouth as I swallowed her outer lips whole and pushed them inwards as my tongue kept trying to reach further.
Head Teacher almost screamed above me as she reached another climax and released more juices for me to swallow, but now I slowed; she tasted beautiful and the inside of her body belied her external age and, for the first time, I placed my hands on her legs and slipped them up her thighs, widening them, and her cunt, and I now gently used my mouth and tongue, but with 2 fingers grasping her clit, she had no option: she erupted again into my buried mouth, which lapped it up eagerly: the ‘lap dog’ she wanted me to be, I guessed.
I released her slowly and she was moaning, “Enough, Khun Steve….enough, Khun….” The other young woman’s voice said “Khun Steve, Head Teacher – what is it you are thinking about: are you dreaming?”
She was a little slow on the uptake, but then she came to the desk to check the Teacher and must have seen Teacher’s hands down under; a face appeared in my vision over the thigh of Teacher as I slowly calmed her down, and the face lit as if by a light bulb in her brain; “Oh, I see” she commented quite calmly; then she asked “Head Teacher, is he what we thought?”
“Better” Head Teacher replied; invite him back for ‘snacks’ tomorrow, and after….”
I went home from the School shortly thereafter; my Teacher was exhausted, but ‘very, very satisfied’ she told me.
I had stood my ground when I was told to ‘report tomorrow morning’ and shook my head; “I have my daughter most mornings; she comes first in my life. Since you ladies work here every day, I will, or I might come when I can, but I cannot promise it will be at your appointment times.”
As I was heading out the door, I turned to add “But, tomorrow: no, I can’t. The day after: I will be here early to start my Studies, ‘bye Ladies.” I left to a babbling group of women behind me.
They have my personal details to start the initial paperwork for my daughter, including my address and mobile phone number now: for emergency needs I was told – theirs I guessed.
I stripped thankfully out of my jeans and button shirt, noting my underpants were wet with pre-cum, threw them all in the washing basket and put on my ‘at home’ shorts; I would shower later, even though my cock was still dribbling a little, wetting my shorts.
Unloading everything had reminded me there was a message on my phone; I poured a beer and ice and sat down in front of the fan to cool and read it; I didn’t recognize the number, but it read: “This is Teacher Soon, remember Khun Steve?” (I did then: the name and number of the Kindergarten campus I had been to this morning…before the orgasmic session with Head Teacher); it continued “Can I suggest you come back at a time when the students are in class, so you will get a better impression, I am sure, of our methods, and of my own personal methods. Say tomorrow, 10.00 – see you then!”
I saved the number and her name, considered my reply and typed: “Good idea, Soon, see you then – very ‘soon’!”
My cock wasn’t used that much anymore; there had been interludes in recent times, but irregularly and, honestly, it didn’t concern me: having gratifying sex, for me, had always begun with trying to give the Woman a satisfying experience first; if my satisfaction came second, or perhaps not at all, that was of little consequence most times.
If I was now to assist my daughter’s education – and slow the depletion of my finite money supply – by sucking some cunts, hopefully to a happy orgasm, I am not averse to this form of prostitution of myself; I might even enjoy it of course! And with Teachers Ming and Soon seeming to offer extra opportunities for gaining further information, well it was possible my cock might be obliged to help out.
I decided to do the little bit of washing – 2 loads actually, one normal wear and one of my wife’s bras and underwear and other items needing the ‘Gentle’ cycle.
That took me to lunch-time and I made a sandwich and sat down to eat, drink my beer and watch some Rugby on TV. I didn’t go and get my daughter at this time; she would eat lunch with her grandmother and then have a sleep, then I would pick her up for the rest of the afternoon and evening and dinner, before her mother eventually came home.
A call of “Khun Steve?” at the gate meant I was back on my feet one mouthful and 15 seconds later; I looked out at a woman I didn’t know – yet I did: she had to be Nok’s sister; Nok of the School this morning. She gave me a respectful wai, and I returned the greeting
They were almost identical, almost twins – but why was she here? “You know my sister Nok?” I nodded; “I am Nikki; Nok asked me to call and see if you were ok with plans for the School – may I come in?”
I nodded at the doorway, and waited for her to come through; she – like her sister who I had indeed noticed – was slim and had equally long hair flowing down, and a very pretty face and figure; ok, so she was welcome, for whatever particular reason she was here.
I always stayed in the doorway for new visitors: if they moved past me and brushed my body in any place, rather than bobbing their head down and trying to squeeze in, I knew their visit was for something more intimate than just a conversation.
Nikki brushed my arm quite openly with her own, while looking directly into my eyes; Nok had been talking I surmised.
I sat her on the sofa, offered her a glass of water, and went to the kitchen; I didn’t have a new light t-shirt downstairs, so I asked if my bared upper half offended her, as I returned with her glass.
I have said my cock wasn’t used much; that is not to say it didn’t have feelings of its own, and it was making them known to me as I walked: it bobbed its slowly growing size, causing me to slow my walk and try and turn side on more to her until I could hide it better when I sat down.
She took the glass from my hands, gave a coy smile and looked at my reacting cock, “Perhaps you feel more comfortable fully undressed, Khun Steve; don’t mind me at all!”
I sat in my sofa chair, crossed my legs over my cock, containing it, ignoring the leaking dripping down; “I do when I sleep, nong Nikki, at night; now is not the time – after all, we have only just met!”
“Besides, I don’t think you are here for that – for my cock, to be clear about it; did you sister tell you to come to ask me for something, perhaps?”
Nikki nodded, “She and I don’t have husbands now, we are both getting divorced at the moment and, well, it’s been a while since either of us had any – well, sex of any kind, to be clear about it – and Nok suggested you might like to start helping the School by, ah, starting your Studies with a non-School person: and then you will be able to make a comparison chart, as your Homework project….”
Well, that was certainly a novel approach to get your cunt sucked! I couldn’t think of any reason not to accept the Project, so I just smiled; and at that point, I stopped talking, stood up, my cock now tenting straight out in my shorts, closed and locked the screen door and closed the vertical blinds.
I took Nikki’s hand and bade her lie on my mattress bed comfortably; she raised her legs up and planted her feet on the bed – she knew what she was doing and what she wanted: what I could do for her.
“You might know that Head Teacher has a very impressive start on the ‘School’ side of the Comparison Chart; are you ready to offer yourself fully for the ‘Civilian’ side?” She nodded.
She was also prepared – she had a loose dress on and she just pulled it up to her waist, revealing a bare cunt – she had come here with no panties on it seemed; her pussy lips were red and swollen, perhaps she had been anticipating this for an hour or two, depending on when her sister had phoned her with the Project.
I would have preferred to take my shorts off, but I didn’t; this wasn’t the duty for my cock as I kneeled down between her legs, looked for a sign of “Go” from her eyes, and put my hands under her buttocks, helping to angle her cunt for better access to my now descending mouth.
My thumbs were free, even as my hands and fingers were grasping her buttocks, so it was my thumbs which made first contact with her rosebud hole and pressed lightly for stimulation on the area between her cunt and bottom, finding it already slippery with some pre-juice dribbles. I stroked the fluid with my thumbs, lightly stimulating her and she moaned for the first time.
My mouth placed itself over her cunt, most of it anyway, my nose pressing the top of her slit, her lips in the centre of my mouth and my bottom jaw, unshaven for 2 days and with stubble, pressed against her lower area of slit, rubbing against her sensitive skin, perhaps giving a tingle to that skin.
She moaned, so I pushed out my tongue and hit her clit; she groaned and raised her hips of her own volition, pushing against my ministrations and I felt her juices pulse.
Nikki was horny, so I took advantage of the fact she was, or should be, the only one of the women on the potential queue who came to my house for their help in my Homework Project; it meant she was relaxed on my bed – and I wasn’t cramped under a desk trying to suck a women off.
I had a say in the conditions here and in the way I chose to help her achieve her satisfying release.
I pulled my hands gently from under her buttocks, eased her legs down and eased my shorts-covered cock up between those spread legs and I speared her cunt through my shorts and then ground it up and down her cunt slit; she writhed and groaned and I knew now I could feel what I wanted also.
I had noted her dress had buttons opening up her front and as I used my cock to ‘suck’ her cunt off, my hands unbuttoned her, pulled the dress aside and, so luckily, found a front clasp on her bra, which I undid and pulled to each side.
Her breasts were not huge, but they had a lovely smooth light brown roundness, the contrasting dark brown aureoles topped by long, pointed nipples: these are what I wanted to feel with my hands and my mouth, while my covered cock, I was confident, could stimulate her clit by hard pressure and her cunt by sliding constantly up and down.
I gently rubbed my opened hands over both mounds; Nikki sighed, so I closed my hands and rubbed my palms on her nipples, bringing them to full stretch I imagined, and as I pushed my pelvis at her own, I reached my mouth to swallow what I could of one breast with my tongue chasing around and over her nipple.
She squealed and I felt, through my shorts, through my cock, her convulsing cunt as she climaxed with a rush, and I searched my cock back at her to find and tease her clit into maddening sensations, hoping to prolong, to intensify her feelings – or to induce another bout of the same pleasure as my mouth was receiving its satisfaction from her breasts.
Alternating choices between her breasts had the effect of keeping her on edge and also moved my body so that my prick was moving enough also, without much extra effort, continuing to provoke her cunt juices to constant production and to a jet of them when my cockhead hit her clit yet again, and she gave that groan – which, by now, I recognised as the sign of orgasm for Nikki: a useful piece of information for future reference
When I finally went for her mouth, my tongue not needing to force itself through – her mouth was agape and welcoming – to tangle with her own, my cock pushed to the top of her slit, hard against her clit, and she came again at that moment, a long wail coming from her mouth, vibrating through my own, and I wondered then if I was wrong to have kept my cock enclosed in my shorts....but Nikki was soon spent and she collapsed under me, muttering words in Thai I couldn’t understand.
It was 10 minutes or so before she could move and speak, during which time I had very gently licked her juices from her cunt, taken my last mouthfuls of her breasts and nipples and stroked her body lightly up and down the smooth skin.
She smiled across and up at me, as I had moved to lay by her side, “Didn’t you want to put yourself inside me?”
“I did, but I thought I had to make ‘comparisons’ between the 2 teams, so it would hardly be fair to give you more marks for having fucked me, when the other team had set the rules as my mouth only – though they didn’t say ‘no hands’, and they didn’t say my mouth only had to stay on a cunt....”
“I will tell Nok she has to change the rules!”
I shook my head “No, that’s not fair for Game 1; I only agreed to use my mouth. Let’s see if Game 2 develops sometime – the rules might be different then, nong Nikki.”
“So, have you made an opening comparison, Khun Steve?”
“Yes, but I couldn’t tell you, Nikki: that would be cheating!”
She re-fastened her clothing soon after, used my bathroom and a towel to wash her cunt of the smell of sex and dripping after-juices, and said she felt well-satisfied, enough so that no edible lunch was required today, but she did have to get back to work, though late already. She kissed me lightly at the doorway, but past her head I saw one of my close neighbour girls looking in at just that moment: caught in the act, oh dear!
I threw my soaked shorts in the wash, sponged the mattress and put it outside to dry, had a shower, watched my cock swaying as I went upstairs to get new shorts - I did feel a little sorry for my cock: it was only fair to let it do its full job sometimes if it got excited that much.
I looked at my sandwich, stale now from the fan’s blown air, and put it outside near the rubbish bins, for the cats to eat.
I stood up to go back inside my gate when the same girl who had seen Nikki kiss me came back down the soi with several plastic bags of take-away food in her hands.
She paused opposite me and, for just the space of 2 heartbeats, she opened her mouth to say something, then closed it and smiled openly at me; “You are very kind to local cats – and people too, I see; but, please excuse me: your wife is not nearly as friendly; I don’t think she speaks to any neighbours – and none of the neighbours, myself included, ever talk to her….about anything at all, Khun Steve.” Clearly she was saying: I won’t say I saw you kiss a woman, in your house.
I nodded, “Yes, I am sorry about that, I keep telling her a smile or a greeting is not difficult when we all live in the same soi – but she and her mother and sister have ignored that suggestion for so many years – well, I gave up, nong….sorry, I don’t remember names very well.”
“You are welcome to call me ‘Ping’, Khun Steve”.
“I am happy to call you, Ping; I won’t forget again; ah, may I ask if you are married, have children?”
She shook her head, twice, before saying “No to a husband and no to children; I haven’t found the male yet who I would like to father my children: I am very selective. I live here with my brother and his girlfriend. And my name: I won’t let you forget again, Khun Steve.” She gave a beaming smile and my cock began one of its independent twitching movements – oh no, her eyes darted down there!
“I need to go and have my lunch; perhaps I will call Nikki after: she is one of my close friends, and I do some teaching at the School if they need me….” She smiled, looked down again, before swaying her hips more than before, knowing I would be looking – perhaps knowing my cock would also be watching her shorts-covered arse and slim legs: we were both watching and were both caught as she turned into her gateway and swiveled her head for a final look.
My phone was beeping a message as I came inside, my cock leading the way, unabashedly now more than half erect; I sat down with my beer again; this message was from Teacher Ming: “You haven’t been back for any extra offers; please cum before choosing another.”
Had she spelled ‘come’ incorrectly, on purpose, or just shortened her typing? How frustrated can a woman make a man – just with 2 letters changed to 1, without explanation!
“Just saw my final School this morning; yes, I should cum back with you first - when nong Ming?”
An immediate answer “15.30 today, I can’t wait, kind sir!”
“U r welcome, my Lady.” My afternoon was now taken care of it seemed; a short sleep an idea!
I slept, despite the fertile imaginings which came to mind, came to my cock also.
A shower, a shave of my stubble; a café, and time to go; I dressed in good shorts, no underpants, and a t-shirt, enough if my imagination was wrong, I was ok.
The School was basically deserted, as far as I could see and hear; the Students finished at 15.00 I knew and clearly were gone quickly. I headed into the Admin area and found another of the women there with Ming, seemingly relaxing rather than working.
Both women had their blouses undone 2 buttons extra; Ming’s I had known contained a full breast size, but the other woman was larger by quite a few centimetres, and her shirt seemed also a size too small; gosh my imagination perhaps hadn’t run riot enough when I had my sleeping dreams a while earlier!
Ming invited me in, offered me a drink: no, not water, a choice of Thai whisky and soda or a beer; I chose the latter and showed my surprise there would be alcohol here, in their office fridge no less. The 3 women laughed; seemed this might have been their 2nd, or more, as Ming said “Only for special occasions, Khun Steve, then we might go a little wild!”
They finished their glasses and poured another, passed a new can over to me and ‘promised’ we would go for a tour upstairs ‘after just one more’; I asked if I could go outside, find a quiet corner and have a cigarette. Ming pointed around the corner to the back garden, said to ‘hurry up and cum back to us waiting women’; the tension in me was growing rapidly; clearly they had plans, but I was not yet privy to them; my cock was throbbing – it would have been better to wear underpants, but at least these shorts were of heavier material, disguising what could easily become a full erection under their very noses.
That was even more likely after I returned; the 2 women’s shirts were still unbuttoned the same, but there was no bra on either of them, just a showing of ample mounds still straining at the material; they were both standing, handed my can of beer to me and ushered me out to the stairs, Ming’s swaying bottom leading a none too steady line and a pair of tits pushing me from behind at every step upwards; I gave up hiding my erection, it just wasn’t possible any more.
We went into the room I knew the Kindergarten kids slept in; the 2 women, perhaps practiced at this, shove 4 mattresses together to make a sizeable double, ah, bed; then they both turned and looked at my groin; “Well, seems like this might be a ‘Special Occasion’, is that right, Khun Steve; and we are your ‘Extra Offers’ to bring your daughter to our School; we would like to convince you this is the right choice for you. There are others available also, but unfortunately, they had to go early today.”
With that, their shirts released their pent-up breasts to the open, to me; I took one outside breast of each woman in my hands and gently pushed them down to the bed, where my mouth alternated between the inside ones and their nipples, my fingers enough to bring the other 2 nipples to their own form of erection. They were slightly different in size, but Ming’s nipples when extended made up for her comparatively smaller breast size; my hands could almost hold her mound, but not her companion’s, and my mouth couldn’t hold either of them – but my tongue was working double-time and loving it.
Ming said, after a moan, “Is Item 1 satisfactory, Khun Steve?” I nodded on her breast and felt their hands going down to their pants: Item 2 perhaps about to be unveiled….
Her friend’s pants were off before I could blink, as I transferred my mouth to her, but while she then pushed my shorts down my legs and off and exclaimed at the revealed cock, Ming said “What about your wife, Khun Steve?”
I went back to her body, now pants-less also – these ladies were well practiced – “I haven’t had sex with my wife for more than 4 years, nong Ming, but we won’t talk about that.” As she opened her mouth, no doubt to question how my daughter could be less than 3 years if we hadn’t had sex in more than 4 years, I jammed my mouth to hers and my cock punched into her cunt in one swift movement – she didn’t talk after that.
For whatever reason, my cock remained rigid after some minutes, and in no hurry to change that status; perhaps because it didn’t get used much, it’s independence made it make the rare occasions of usage last much longer: it did now, and I fucked the 2 women alternately for quite a long time; my cock and I were smiling and getting a good feeling, and the 2 women seemed to be enjoying their respective fucks, and their respective orgasms – one cumming feeding the other to follow suit.
My mouth and tongue and hands had been busy and, each in their own ways, were smiling with these 2 women below; this was quite an enticing offer of ‘Extras’ to be granted by this particular School, but I didn’t say that – not yet.
Ming’s companion collapsed first and spoke first, “4 peaks are enough for me, Khun Steve; how many are you Ming?”
Ming didn’t answer; she pulled me back to her cunt, but I struggled to free my body – assuming she was at a lesser number – and moved my mouth down to her cunt and attacked it, only for perhaps 2 minutes on her clit and inside her, a ‘lap dog’ yet again, until she hoarsely whispered through another climax “4; I need to rest….”
Ming’s friend – I didn’t ask her name - recovered somewhat as I sucked on those magnificent breasts, and I told her how beautiful they were; she said “You are much better than the senior boys, Khun Steve; much better than my husband, or even the security guard (who has a very long prick, but doesn’t last very long, and isn’t romantic like you), but I must ask: is your potency such that we should have asked for you to wear a condom?”
Knowing my answer would confirm Ming’s earlier suspicion, I rose and said “No ladies, there is no chance of that: a) I didn’t cum in either of you, and b) I was forced into a vasectomy – understand? – some 20 years ago by my Australian wife after our 2 sons were born; you cannot get pregnant from me.”
Ming waited a few minutes, perhaps a sympathetic pause before she asked quietly “So, your daughter isn’t really yours, Khun Steve; we understand.”
I bristled “She is y daughter because I accepted what my wife did, told her the baby would be raised as my own – a miracle that I got her pregnant we have told her family and mine; she is mine because I took care of my wife through her pregnancy, because I was there for her birth, because my name says I am her ‘Father’, because I have raised her more than my wife, because I couldn’t sleep with her once she began to roll over as I immediately woke up to check on her blanket, nappy, breathing – and so never got any rest – because I have read stories to her, taught her manners, taught her educationally, played games, taken her out in the car to see our World….because I am always there for her, morning, afternoon and night, and because I love her more than any other item or person in my Life.”
I had stood by now to pull my shorts up; “And because: her mother didn’t really want to be a mother, and the novelty wore off very quickly, so by now, all she wants to do is go out after work, fuck guys I guess, have a good time: but no thought at all of her daughter (or me of course); so my daughter has only me.”
“I haven’t told others of all this before; I hope I can trust you to accept the papers I will bring if – if – I enrol my daughter here at your School: with or without Extras, your Curriculum is better than most I have seen.”
I needed to lighten the moment; “But the Extras’ you Ladies have given me are quite a succulent incentive to ‘cum’ back again – and I hope you will ‘invite’ me again.”
“For now, Ladies, I need to go home and pick up my daughter from her grandmother’s and give her my undivided attention for the evening.”
2 beautiful women were laid out in front of me, below me; they both nodded and answered almost the same: “Go and get your daughter….” “….your daughter, and come back to us, please….” “We will welcome you openly, Khun Steve….” “Oh my, yes we will….”
I smiled and blew them both kisses, as my daughter and I did in a game – enthusiastically, and I left them there to recover, make my way out, past a smiling, nodding security guard, and on to home.
10 minutes later a message beeped and I read it while stopped at lights: “We are both going to go home and give our husbands surprise fucks – while thinking of your cock! Thank u, Steve.”
I answered “It was those 4 beautiful tits which turned me on so much, so thank u, Ming plus friend.”
A response: “Ah, tits you like – tits you shall have! Come back again for them, please Steve.”
The lights turned green and I put my phone down.
I did pick up my daughter, letting her run to the car rather than, perhaps, going inside - close enough to allow grandmother to smell what must be sex on me.
I took a shower while she watched CBeebies on BBC, a wonderfully educational channel I enjoyed watching with her, learning something new all the time and listening to Dad explain things.
If I was going to be away from her for more than a minute, I always locked the screen door; I was showering, my door always open, when she came running up to the doorway – that familiar ‘scared as a rabbit run’ to jump into Daddy’s lap or arms.
“What’s wrong, Little One; I’m nearly finished.”
She looked towards the front door and said “lady”, enough for me to understand, so I finished my last leg and foot, rinsed off and dried, threw the towel around my waist, and picked her up without worrying about moisturizer on my face or brushing my hair.
Ping stood on the other side of the screen door, smiling, quickly apologizing if she had scared my daughter.
I told my daughter it was fine, “She is a neighbor, a friend of Dad’s”, put her down and opened the door, beckoning Ping inside – she brushed against my arm, almost my cock as it began to rise under the towel.
I motioned her to the sofa, said I would just go and change and, with Dee holding on to me in her shyness around strangers, went back to my bathroom and slipped on my shorts, brushed my hair and returned.
“Oh, I will get you a glass of water”; I asked Dee to go and get her cup for cool water, but she wouldn’t go near the table by the sofa without me.
“She speaks English then” Ping asked.
“With me, that is almost all we speak; she can switch to Thai with her mother and grandmother easily, but with me she speaks English; she is just very shy with new people – one major reason why I need her go to school and learn more socializing, even though I love my time with her.”
“I just came for a social chat myself” Ping said, “Bit boring at home alone – isn’t it, sometimes?”
“Well, I am sorry, nong, but it is time for me to shower Dee and make her dinner; then she and I might go for a walk – another time for a chat maybe, ok?”
Ping smiled “Now we are introduced, it can be any time at all, when you aren’t busy with Nikki or Nok, or the School ladies. I could also spend time helping Dee prepare for School, if you, and she, would like….”
She gave Dee a warm smile, spoke in Thai for a moment, and I bade Dee wai and say ‘bye bye’, and she was gone.
Dee and I did shower her; I made egg and sausage and my fresh vegetables for her dinner, and we went for a walk after that, around the corner to my beer-drinking café-restaurant, where Dee ate ice cubes, played games with one particular member of my drinking group, who was the youngest and still had growing children of his own.
I always only drank 1 can if there with Dee, and then we walked home again, to wait for her errant mother, who might come at a reasonable time, or was just as likely to go shopping, go and eat (and go and fuck maybe) and come home at any hour, generally the reek of garlic on her telling me she had spent time eating – while a daughter was at home, expecting her mother’s 5 minutes of an evening; sometimes it just became too late and I took her up to bed, gave her a bottle of milk (which she couldn’t give up yet), read a book she chose, and generally, with Dad, she rolled to her side and fell straight asleep.
This evening, Dee’s aunty, my wife’s sister, came driving home in her car; when Dee saw the car, she wanted to go with her, so I said “Ok, Dad will come and get you in one hour.” I buckled her in the passenger seat belt, only allowing this for the 100m to the house – bought by the sister, but where grandmother lived also, and interchangeably referred to as ‘grandmother’s house’ or, more correctly, ‘aunty’s house’.
It was either my luck or my misfortune that, 5 minutes after Dee had left, giving me an hour to now drink a bottle, Nikki and Nok rode to the shop on a motorcycle, seemed to spy me there and parked right behind my bench seat.
Only 1 other of my group was there at this early hour, the father of 3 school children who played games with Dee, but he habitually drank a can in about 1-2 minutes and had to go – either home, which was his mother’s house on the opposite side of the main road to my soi, or to take or pick up one or another of his busy children. Now he finished his beer and had to go, bidding me ‘bye’ as the 2 women stood behind me to talk.
Nikki said “Hi, Khun Steve, how are you tonight?” If only she knew how my afternoon had gone….”I am fine, nong, thank you.”
Nok said “A busy lunch-time, Khun Steve, I hear; so what is the comparison table like – who’s winning?”
I laughed, “Would you like a drink, Ladies; but I am not talking about my Studies: they are private and secret from all.”
They each chose water, so I went to get them from the fridge, grabbed 2 straws and brought them back; Nikki was sitting in a plastic chair to my left – but my left side of my bench was now occupied by Nok. While the bench seat was big enough for two, the way I liked to sit on mine – with one leg folded under me and the other raised to perch my foot on the bench – meant it would be cramped if I did that now: but I did, because that was my comfortable position.
This meant I was leaning against Nok, who didn’t seem to mind at all, though I did explain this is how I sit.
The girls chatted, sometimes too quickly for me to follow, sometimes clearly a joke about something – someone – and when she laughed Nok’s body leaned even harder against mine, her elbow at one guffaw poking me in the ribs quite forcefully, and she stopped, rubbed the spot and apologized.
She might as well have rubbed my penis, for it felt better immediately and responded with a wave in my shorts, as did my ribcage feel better from her soothing hand.
They asked if I had eaten, as they were about to go to the restaurant at the end of the Village, near the School in fact, but had seen me and thought they might invite me; “No, I have to pick up my daughter, Dee, in, oh another 50 minutes, and I never eat until she is nicely asleep (with her mother) and then I relax and eat – maybe 21.30 or so.”
Nikki asked if my wife couldn’t get Dee, but as I said “She isn’t home yet and we never know what time she will come, so Dee and I ignore her and I take care of everything” I saw my wife come past, sitting side-on on a motorcycle taxi; she looked at the 2 women sitting with me, tossed her head and that decided me; “In fact, she just went past, so ok Ladies, I will be happy to go to dinner with you, thank you.”
I sent a message to my sister-in-law saying Dee’s mother just came past, so she would get Dee and I was going to dinner; the girls were chatting while I sent this and Nok said “Drink up, Khun Steve; we’ll buy you a new one with dinner.”
I was only half-way through my bottle, so I took it over to the shop owner, paid her for my earlier can and this bottle, plus the 2 waters, and told her she could drink the remainder (she liked a beer, same brand, quite regularly and we were friends).
The girls were up and already sitting on their motorcycle, Nikki was driving, Nok motioning for me on behind her. I didn’t like the idea of travelling 3 people on a motorcycle, though it was done regularly for short trips; on the other hand, sitting behind Nok and probably having to hold her waist in fear for my life, did seem a wonderful idea.
So, I climbed on, put my feet on the rests and Nok rested hers on top of mine, her soft sandals not hurting my thronged feet.
Nikki put it into gear and took off up the street a little fast for me; I had to grab Nok’s waist with both hands to avoid falling straight off the back; the girls laughed and Nok pulled my arms tighter around her waist and swiveled her bottom back against my groin, perhaps already guessing what she would contact there: she did.
After parking and removing my cock almost from inside Nok’s arse, I adjusted myself in my shorts as we walked into the covered, but open-air restaurant.
I had been here many times, though not so often lately; my wife and I used to meet here on her way home from work, but not now.
However, one woman who worked here was a Vietnamese national and she now came and waited for us to choose a table, and she and I had a conversation in Vietnamese, in which language I was far more proficient than in Thai and I knew she didn’t have many chances to use her native language.
“Nice 2 friends you have tonight, Anh Steve, I am happy to see you; I see your wife here sometimes with other men too, but you are my friend so I wouldn’t even think of telling her, whatever I might see.” She used the polite Vietnamese language and I thanked her similarly, but said “it doesn’t matter; my wife and I almost lead separate lives – only my daughter is important to me.”
Nikki and Nok were looking at us, surprised I could converse in another language so well perhaps; they had the menu in their hands and so I sat down as my waitress said “A bottle of Heineken for you, Anh Steve, right.”
I smiled and nodded and she switched to Thai to take the food orders; I declined to specify anything, telling the girls I would find something to eat from what they ordered, as long as I had a bowl of rice.
The girls also ordered a bottle of Heineken to share, so the drinks and ice and glasses came quickly, while we – well Nikki and Nok – waited for the food.
Drinks poured, I made the standard toast of “Good luck” and Nikki said “I think I have already found my ‘good luck’ for today, so we need to wish Nok an extra dose for her; we all clinked glasses as I turned red from her words, and even more when Nok put her hand on my leg, below my shorts, then pushed her hand up underneath to my thigh; “Yes, I would like to have some very good luck – outside School and projects and studies.”
The food began arriving; there was a pork dish I liked so that was fine for me; Nok spooned rice on to my plate and added the pork and accompaniment: a spicy sauce I also liked.
They had also ordered prawns so I gallantly began peeling their shells off and, due to my upbringing, their heads and tails and backbone-like slivers of their waste. The girls watched, fascinated, but I had kept the heads and tails for them to eat also, if they wanted (like many people ate them.)
After 2 dozen prawns, my hands were slimy and sticky and, well Yuk, so I excused myself to go to the toilet and wash my hands at the basins I knew were over there; there is only so much one can clean with the tissues provided at the table.
Nok said the same, so she came at the same time, and we washed our hands at adjoining basins; my bladder was very full but as I said I would go to the toilet, Nok jumped in and said “I need to go first; wait for me here.”
I said “Nong Nok, we are not in School where you can order me to ‘do this, do that’; here, you must request me to wait for you.”
Nok clearly did need to go and empty her own bladder, so she said “All right, please…oh, too late: just come with me!” She grabbed my hand and pulled me behind her into one toilet, banging the door closed and quickly pulling her dress up and sitting on the toilet seat.
‘What is it with these girls’: no panties did Nok have on, same as Nikki earlier today – perhaps they were saving on washing of clothes?
Nok poured out a sizeable amount of urine, a suggestive message to my own cock that it, too, needed to empty my bladder, so I had to fidget and shuffle my feet, waiting for her to finish. She looked up at me and smiled “Need to go, Khun Steve?”
The problem was, as I nodded, my cock was also reacting to the sight of her shaven cunt (as much of it as I could see) pissing in front of it, and my ability to piss myself was rapidly diminishing in favour of an erection of sexual attraction.
Nok noticed this also – well, my cock was basically at her eye-level as she sat and I stood there; and Nok now decided her knowledge of the male anatomy meant my cock was reaching for her to fuck: not to piss in the toilet.
She dribbled her last, ignored my proffered clean tissue and stood, closing the lid of the toilet seat, pushing the lever and grabbing me before I could even complain she could have saved water by waiting for me to go – and then flushing.
In one second, it seemed to me, she had pulled my shorts and underpants down, pushed me to sit on the seat, lifted her dress again, turned her arse towards me, and sat straight down on my cock, using one hand to control the raging, waving flagpole which was my staff of manhood, so she could plunge it up and her cunt down at the same time.
“Oh my, Nikki didn’t get this: I am first!”
They must have a personal competition about fucking, or about fucking me, and it seems Nok may be about to win, as my cock did begin fucking her, and my knees and legs helped to shove it right up her wet, open cunt tunnel.
I wanted her breasts, but Nok only wanted a very fast fuck and she battered me up and down like a pile driving machine to get her own climax – read plural, as she was an easy woman to bring to orgasm: a slight deviation from standard: standard full thrust replaced by several shallow, or more shallow, and maybe then a full thrust; a standard straight line up her cunt replaced by twists , side hits, searches for her clit and rubbing on that: she orgasmed at it all.
But my body was tiring now: it had been a hard day’s work, and, while my cock didn’t lessen in strength, the rest of my body was flagging: I knew I needed a full night’s sleep to recuperate (and perhaps I should postpone tomorrow morning’s meeting with Soon).
I didn’t need to say anything, as Nok said breathlessly “We have to get back; I have to tell Nikki about this!” I rolled my eyes, but hers were disjointed and wouldn’t have seen my sign of ‘women are impossible to understand’.
She raised a sloppily wet cunt – her juices, not mine – accepted my offer of a tissue, but just held it in her hand, didn’t use it to wipe herself; my cock was deflating, giving return to the needs of my bladder, so I motioned her out as I lifted the lid and seat and stood to dangle over the bowl until I could relieve my bladder; I did use a tissue, dipped in the water bucket to wipe my cock while I waited and the cold water helped induce my piss.
Back at the table, the girls were heads together, Nok talking, Nikki listening; oh well, sisters sometimes shared all sorts of things, cocks included – though Nikki had only had mine through a pair of shorts. So I guess Nok had ‘won’ this first day. I sat and drank thirstily of my beer, asking my Vietnamese waitress for two more bottles and a new bucket of ice.
The girls finally returned to their food, Nok hungry now, and I refilled their glasses as I sat back away from them and had a cigarette with my beer.
When they had finished, said they were now ‘fat’, the beer emptied from all 3 glasses, it was Nok who called for the bill and, against my wishes, paid for it all; she said she and Nikki would split it later, but they had invited me.
Nikki said “But Nok will pay 60% to my 40% - she got more from the meal than I did.”
Back on the motorcycle, hoping Nikki was fit to drive, I was made to sit between them, so it was Nikki’s waist I held, with Nok holding mine – but Nok was a devilish type and it was actually my groin and my cock she was using to hold herself to the bike, even pushing me forward so she could rub me against Nikki’s behind; it made me squeeze Nikki tighter, worried she would lose concentration.
Nikki swept us around the corner, into their soi: number 21, so 2 sois from my own number 25, and she pulled up at her house; Nok wanted to have a shower before riding her own bike home, so she hopped off, almost dragging my cock with her, but as I then prepared to dismount, Nikki held my leg and said she would drive me home – very quietly, she added.
She did, stopping 2 houses away from mine; before I lifted my leg over and off, she felt for my cock; “You owe me this, Khun Steve; Nok is gloating because you fucked her, but not me! I need you to fuck me – very, very soon.”
I nodded, kissed her on the lips, and smiled ‘bye’.
My house was in darkness other than the one downstairs light we generally left on; I unlocked as Nikki quietly purred up the soi, turned on the fan, went for a shower, put on my home shorts, cleaned my teeth and took a Fluoride tablet up to put in my Dee’s mouth while she slept and to kiss her ‘good night’.
My wife made her usual “hrrmmph” noise to show her displeasure, so I said as I did almost every night “This is for Dee’s teeth health, so bad luck if it wakes you up for a minute.”
I kissed my daughter, told her Daddy loves her, made sure she was covered by the duvet and went downstairs to read my book for 5 minutes and went to sleep.
It was only 2145, so I sent a text to Soon: “Been out for dinner with friends; busy day. Can we postpone tomorrow nong, make it the next morning 10.00?”
Then I sent one to Nok: “Nikki and you and friend Ping, in my soi, kept me busy today, and I am very tired! Can I change and come afternoon tomorrow to School, maybe satisfy one of you Ladies then, but the next day I can’t come?”
Soon’s reply: “Ok, please!” I answered “I will do my best to please you then!” She sent back one of those smiley faces with the tongue drooling!
Nok’s response: “Ok, only fair to take care of the other Lady in our office; 1430 when kids finish school, ok.”
“I will try and take good care of her, promise. Hope you feel happy, nong Nok! I will sleep well tonight!”
She sent one more: also one of those smiley faces with big, hugging arms; well, there wouldn’t be any of those tonight, not until Dee and I were together in the morning: she always gives me big hugs.
And so a big day ended, and I collapsed to sleep.
In the morning Dee didn’t go back to sleep after 05.30, when my wife got up to shower and get ready to go to work, and the time I also woke to come upstairs to, hopefully, go back to sleep with Dee. But today was one of those, increasingly rare, days when she wanted to get up when her mother had finished her shower, watch her spend an hour on make-up, and then go to her grandmother’s house when my wife left to catch the bus
I felt refreshed, despite the less than optimum sleep hours, so a cafe and BBC News finished, I set to cleaning my bathroom before the heat became too much for such work; then I decided to wash all the towels, and then all the floor mats; then I was satisfied I had had a productive morning, so I ate lunch, had an hour’s rest, shave, shower and shampoo, then went to School at 14.30.
14.30 in Bangkok is normally a very hot time and, as I expected to be hiding in a small space under a desk, I worse a very light nylon shirt and the lightest ‘going out’ shorts I could choose, with no underpants.
The students were streaming out the gate as I entered, bigger kids pushing their way as bigger kids do; I saw a group of senior student girls heading towards me and, when they spotted me 15-20m away, they paused and put their heads together conspiratorially; they would be 15y.o. as this school campus only went to Year 9 as I knew it.
I knew several of them from around my area, and those 3 now came up to me and all gave me a respectful greeting and wai; as I returned the respect, the other girls pushed them forward as if rushing to get out.
In the fracas, one of those girls I knew, stumbled against me and I put my arms out to grab her and keep her upright; a friend or friends seemed to shove her forward again and her young breasts were forced against my chest, and she was held there; meanwhile, I felt hands groping for my groin and, due to its unrestrained clothing, my cock quickly responded and was rewarded with hands holding it, rubbing it, grabbing the head of my it hard, and one hand was even clutching my balls.
I had never been so pleasurably molested by a group before!
Before they could do further damage Head Teacher came scuttling along, calling to the girls, who quickly ran for the gate and out, laughing and talking, with several turning back to unleash huge smiles at me.
Head Teacher took my arm and said “Looks like you could use some relaxing time” and she steered me not to the office, where I was intending to go, but to a room which was clearly the Nurse’s room, with a bed, and several mattresses laid down along the wall.
The other Admin woman was already there, waiting – for me, it seemed, as her pants and shirt were off and she only had panties and a bra on. My next question to myself: So, why is Head Teacher here? Well, to start: she closed and locked the door behind us – so obviously, she was staying.
It was she who steered me to the mattress, on which my willing woman lay, and it was she who stripped my shirt and shorts off, but it was the other who saw me and my cock, and who sucked in a deep breath.
I half-turned to Head Teacher and she could now see my erect, swaying cock; she spoke first “I knew it!” Then I spoke calmly “Using my cock was not part of our Agreement, Head Teacher – despite how ready it may look to you.”
She shook her head; “I told you: you look like you need to relax. I will relax you, while you do the opposite to Ying there.”
She was her dominant, Head T self now; it was she who pushed me from behind, knelt me down between the willing Ying’s thighs, and put my hands to her panties – after which I knew what to do: take them off.
Ying had a freshly-shaved cunt: thoughtful of her, so I gave her my fingers lightly to part her petal lips, and I stuck my tongue in there; I was never so surprised as at that moment: that I could make a woman blow immediately, but Ying threw a stream of juices straight out and into my mouth.
Ying must have been truly frustrated; devoid of sex for some time; or just a highly-charged woman.
I leaned up for a moment, but Head T pushed me down and now I understood what her relaxation technique was to be: suck my dick from behind: no asking, no “I would like to....”; she just did whatever she wanted: her position as Head T gave her the right, she seemed to feel.
So, I turned back to my Studies, but added my own twists to it all; I reached my long hands up to her bra – no front-opening, so I slid them around under her back, still able to keep my tongue at her slit and she helped me by arching – her back up to help me locate the clasp, and her cunt came up to my mouth.
Her bra came loose, and her breasts – my favourite delight – came free, as did my hands, back around to grasp and fondle and twist and turn, holding her mounds only just in my hands, my palms or my fingers on her nipples, and she emitted another blast of her cunt juice at me: ok, so she was just a horny woman; I could be quite content with that.
My cock was now taken in hand – well, mouth, actually, as Head T began her ‘relaxing’ of me: of course it wasn’t going to work, but she didn’t know that.
Since Ying was able to climax almost at a whim, my mouth wanted her breasts, to see if they could give her an orgasm within my mouth; I dragged Head T with me until my mouth found Ying’s mound and then nipple and I fastened my teeth on it.
This put Head T’s mouth on my cock over the cunt below and I lowered my pelvis, making Head T’s mouth and my cock come into contact with Ying’s cunt; she groaned and moaned and pushed her own pelvis up to meet the contact: Head T now had a choice: cock or cunt to suck. She chose both, as I had expected she would, so I left my cock for her to work with, even when she let me go to have some delicious sucking of her work-mate.
This left my mouth and hands free to roam the breasts of Ying, and they were lovely; I found nipples so responsive they grew very fast when my tongue touched them, and faded in excitement when I took it away. It was quite amazing how this woman reacted to stimulation – and how I had found a School office staffed by such sex-minded women!
Perhaps needlessly, I nipped at a nipple and Ying did as I rather expected: she orgasmed again and Head T and my cock were the recipients of even more juice; surprising me, Head T pushed my cock away and attacked Ying’s cunt, and even more surprised when my mouth was pushed away and Ying fondled and pulled at her own breasts and nipples: I was superfluous it seemed.
So, I found my clothes, found a basin to bathe myself somewhat, and left them to enjoy each other, pleased I may have introduced them to sex with each other.
But my cock thought it was going to get drained, and it hadn’t; slightly disappointed, it remained mostly erect as if sniffing the girls we passed in the car might signal a hormone-laden one wanting a cock.
It found one – well 3 – at the restaurant-cafe I drank at, after I had parked my car in a side soi, and decided to have a beer before going home; early for me to be here, but finding 3 of the girls in their School uniforms – 3 of the girls who may well have groped me a while ago – meant my cock wanted to be here, now. When the girls looked at me walking over towards them, they chattered together closer, but watched me, perhaps watched my shorts twitching also, though I tried to shield my groin area from view.
I had my back and bottom to them as I decided against a bottle, chose a can of beer instead, and walked away from them to my normal table; but, to sit down, I had to face them for a few seconds: they were all watching, and I looked at their faces then –and, yes, I knew them all too, as well as their mothers (fathers were not much in evidence in Bangkok so one could match father with daughter/son) – none of them well, just from being Villagers here, or coming to this shop for supplies.
I sat by my comfortable self, comfortably as I always did – one leg across the bench, one foot planted on the bench, drank my beer, smoked my cigarette - and tried my best to ignore the young girls, but a thought occurred: Teachers, Admin Staff....weren’t female Students the next level of School Studies?
I looked across at the other table; all of them had unbuttoned their blouses more than (I was sure) School rules would permit while in uniform; they were wearing School skirts of course, about knee-length standard if follow Government rules, but they all had them pulled up to their thighs and bunched to show their legs: none of this was designed to do anything but make me roll my eyes – this time at a woman’s ingenuity when near a man – and make my cock strain to bridge the distance between our tables.
I had to go – I really had to go and hide – so I called the shop owner over, hid myself by putting my feet back in my thongs and sliding under the table more, paid for the can and wondered if I could run – no, walk briskly would be better - for my car, without attracting attention....I didn’t look back, but I heard one or other of the girls call me – by my name; I didn’t turn around.
I reached my car, risked a glance back: mistake number 1: all the girls were looking at me, even as I pressed my hard cock against the door, to hide it there; I sank into my seat, took a deep breath in and out – and remembered I had no milk or bread at home: I meant to buy it when I went to the School, at 7-Eleven just next door.
I had to go – Dee loved Dad’s ham sandwiches even more now: for afternoon snack, often for breakfast instead of the whole grain cereal I preferred her to have, whereas I had previously made her one for lunch when I made one for myself; I had to have bread, and milk for my cafe and if she asked for ‘Dad’s milk’ to drink – and at home there was none since this morning.
So, instead of going home, I reversed my car carefully out of the side soi and pointed the nose toward the other end of the Village; little traffic now, so I turned off my hazard lights, clicked on my seat belt and turned my Pink Floyd CD volume up, windows down, and began to drive – until a girl ran across the road and waved me to a halt.
“Khun Steve....” and she spoke very respectful Thai to me, asking if I might be going to/near/past 7-Eleven – she needed to go there....
I am not a liar by nature, and an upbringing I followed; her arms leaning on my window sill, her blouse showing the cleavage of her breasts, her face so close I could easily kiss it: I said “Yes, I am going there also.”
How easily I am manipulated by girls/ women, women’s bodies and charms: answer is: very easily.
This girl left her arms on my window, left her bra and young mounded breasts exposed to my eyes, but turned her head and called to her friends; they came running over to my car; the first girl ran around to take control of the front passenger seat, then the other 2 had to squeeze a little beside Dee’s safety seat in the back.
I was ready to drive away, but first I said “If you sit in the front of my car, nong, you have to wear a safety belt.”
She smiled, very coyly, “Oh, really – I have never used one; can you show me how to do it, please Khun Steve?”
I leaned across her, constrained within my own belt, reached to pull the belt on the inertia reel down; she thrust her chest out as my arm was in this position and kept it out as my hand pulled the belt across her shoulder, across her waist and finally to the buckle.
She had very protruding nipples.
Oh hell, I thought to myself; I knew my cock wanted, and would have been more controllable, if it had cum in Head T’s mouth this afternoon; maybe then I would be calm enough to ignore all this, tell these girls to ‘go home’ and do the same myself.
It was only about 500m to the shop, slow driving due to all the speed bumps in our Village’s main street, but before we were 100m up the road, a seat belt had been unbuckled and a mouth was down the waist band of my shorts, pulling my cock painfully up to its lips; and a pair of hands were down the front of my t-shirt from behind, painfully pulling on my nipples.
Yes, I had made yet another error of judgement where women, even young women, were concerned: I had let them take control.
At the end of the Village, I usually made a left turn, then a u-turn 30m up, so I could park outside the shop (would be ‘illegal’ parking in Australia – but not here) but I didn’t today as my cock was throbbing within the mouth clamped on it, sucking it ferociously, and I knew it wanted to explode therein, even as I knew they were too young and it was wrong to allow this.
I took the left turn and kept driving, and said “I need petrol, 10 minutes girls ok?”
They, well 2 in the back seat, guffawed while my friendly prick-taker urged my cock to greater efforts within a very experienced mouth and throat – 15 or 25 years old, I wondered.
I didn’t talk, I couldn’t – a mouth down on me, hands stroking my chest, tingling my skin; if I didn’t contain my concentration on the driving, lord knows what sort of accident we might have.
Consequently, my mind was not on my cock, was not on getting satisfaction: it was on the road, so I only remained hard and throbbing and wanting physically, without the required mental readiness to ejaculate.
At the turn into the petrol station, I did speak: “You have to stop; we are here.”
She slurped up the length of my cock, licked her lips as she sat back in the seat, and as I pulled up at the pump, she said “You are a beautiful suck Khun Steve – even better than Head Teacher expected you to be.” I stuffed my cock down in my shorts as best as I could under the circumstances.
I asked the attendant to ‘fill it up’; one of the girls in the back laughed and said “We think you are still full, Khun Steve!” and all 3 laughed at that.
A Teacher-Student conspiracy; was it just to get my form of sex, or their form of sex?
“I will be a Teacher one day – that’s what I am going to study.”
“Well good for you; give me a call if you need help with English, nong.”
“I don’t have your number, Khun Steve....” and she rubbed my cock through my shorts, holding her mobile phone up expectantly....
As we sat waiting for the tank to fill, I gave in to my cock and gave her the number to save in her phone; she immediately called mine and said, gloating “Now you have mine, and me: Sin is my name, sin is my nature.” Oh my, someone had told her what ‘Sin’ meant in English and taught her the saying to go with it!
They got out of the car to go and buy “a hot dog” they advised me suggestively, and I reached into my pocket for some money; I gave my front seat passenger 300 baht and asked her to buy my milk and specified the brand of it and the brand of bread, please, and buy their hot dogs.
When I was finished at the pump and paid, I drove across to the parking outside the convenience store and waited for the girls. They came out laughing, brandishing their hot dogs in various suggestive ways, and changed seating arrangements as they got in the car.
The new passenger held up a bag of my bread and milk, placed in down on the floor, and put my change in my hand, but she never sat up; “My hot dog can wait for another 10 minutes home: we have a bet as to who gets you off with their mouth, Khun Steve: don’t let me down, please, I need to win this time.”
It was such a nicely-worded (request) order, I lifted my hips as we began driving out on to the road, and she easily slipped my shorts down, as I turned left, across to the right lane, and setup to make the u-turn for home. I almost drove straight across the dividing centre garden strip when she almost screamed out “I can’t fit that in – it’s too big!”
I assumed she was referring to my cock as a laugh came from the back seat, from Sin “I think I took him all, Cherry, can’t you?” “Do you want to give me a go now” asked the 3rd girl, but then she must have looked over at my lap and she didn’t ask anymore.
I turned my mind off everything except the u-turn and driving home, leaving the girls as background noise, but confident none of them were going to ‘get me off’ on this trip, in these circumstances, no matter how dominating they thought they were: you can’t order a cock to perform if it says ‘No!”
My passenger stroked me, mouthed me as far as she was comfortable going, until we were into our Village and I had to interrupt “Sorry, Ladies, where do you wish to go?”
“Can you drop us off back at the Restaurant please, Khun Steve?” I did and went home, smiling: Students, Teachers and Staff, all in one day.
Another shower, a relaxing beer and final cigarette, teeth cleaned, toilet done and another sleep beckoned and was welcomed.
The morning pre-dawn; my alarm woke me, I made Dee’s bottle of milk and went upstairs to, hopefully, sleep some more with her; my wife was in the shower “nice girls sitting with you, have fun last night?”
“Yes, we did.” I left her then and went into the bedroom; why was she angry – jealousy had no place in our marriage – gosh, she was the one who had a boyfriend or girlfriend – maybe it was a girlfriend, I wasn’t sure, as she had had years before - for ages and had fucked one man to get pregnant with Dee!
My lazy wife must have changed Dee’s nappy through the night, but she never put her pyjama pants back on, and I often found my poor little girl uncovered and cold in the air-conditioned room; I complained, couldn’t understand: it made no difference.
This morning was like that and Dee stirred, awake enough when I covered her and cuddled her for warmth, to ask “Milk”, so I gave her her bottle and told her to go back to sleep after she had finished and she burrowed against my chest with my arm under her head, her little fingers twirling away on the hairs of my chest and around my nipples, as she liked to do.
But she didn’t go back to sleep, just stayed there until her mother came back in to do her creams and make-up and soon Dee said “Go and see Mum” and that was sleep done for this night.
I rose, folded the duvet, turned off the air, opened the blinds and went downstairs, leaving Dee with her mother for an extra 30 minutes – as much as I longed for Dee to reject her mother, which would then tell me she would be ok with a divorce, I did my utmost to keep them together - so if an argument with my wife was the price I often paid for telling her she should be home for Dee’s sake, play with her, teach her things, well, c’est la vie.
(But truly: I wanted Dee to not need her own mother, so we would be rid of her; but that had to be Dee’s choice without any bad words or persuasion from her Dad.)
So, if Dee wanted to walk with her mother and go to grandmother’s house early, I never argued as this gave Dee another 5 minutes of her mother’s time.
It did mean I was awake very early and generally felt tired by lunch time, but today was my appointment with Soon, and soon my jobs were done and I was ready to go very ‘soon’.
I was at the School 15 minutes early, went to the office and began to say to the Admin girl there “Khun Soon suggested I come back for....” She nodded and said “Khun Soon is teaching her K1 class and hoped you could be early to see the class; please follow me, Khun Steve.”
My pleasure – to follow her down the corridor and up the stairs, a lovely body in front of my face; she paused suddenly and I ran straight into her back.
Apologising and red-faced, she laughed and said “Maybe we can do that better, next time” and left any conjecture of the unfinished part of that sentence to my imagination as she laughed again and motioned me into the Class room, where Soon was leading the children in an active game/song. I gave a wai to the Teachers and the Class, but indicated to Soon to keep going, not to let me interrupt.
Soon pointed to her desk and I sat down in her chair, trying not to do anything to attract any more attention to myself from the students – just being a foreigner was of enough interest to these 3-4 year olds to make their concentration stray from the song at hand. So, instead of looking at them too closely, I looked at Soon.
She was dressed in casual clothes, unlike the other staff I had seen in their uniforms; a white blouse which emphasised her breasts, but hid them behind a frilly line of her buttons down from her cleavage to her belly, and I wondered if any of the young boys had a hard cock over her attributes; guess not at 3y.o. but this old man did.
When she finished the song, with frequent glances and smiles across at and to me, Teacher Soon told the kids to sit down and have 5 minutes relaxation before going out for their morning milk. 2 of the children were uncomfortable, so one of the other Teachers, 3 in here, took them both out – the toilet I suspected, while the 2nd Teacher led the children in some deep breathing, allowing Soon to come over to her desk.
I made to get up from her chair but she placed her hand on my shoulder and bade me stay in place,
perching herself on the desk facing the children, her back towards me. She whispered to the side “After their milk break, they have a chance to go to the toilet and then it is swim time for 45 minutes; today, I will be in the pool with them, supervising and giving some of them basic instructions – would you like to stay for that period, you could help keep an eye on things.”
My eyes would be on ‘things’ as much as possible, but I also knew the responsibility of a fairly large group of children in a pool, toddler-size though it may be. I nodded “Sure, I am available to help you; Dee, my daughter is at her grandmother’s, so I have until mid-afternoon free – for you, Teacher.”
She gave a quiet giggle but concentrated again on the children, until it was time for their break, when both Teachers, 3 when joined by the returning toilet students, were kept busy with the milk and – healthy, I noticed – snack bar being handed out to each child; I was impressed further when most of the children went quietly to sit down on the mats to eat and drink; of course, a couple of boys wanted to run around, and 2 girls were arguing over who should sit where, but it was all dealt with calmly and no child broke into tears while I was in School that day.
After their 15 minute break, the boys and girls were led off to their respective toilets/change rooms, chaperoned by all the Teachers; Soon had said perhaps I would like to wait by the pool, so I went downstairs, put my thongs on at the bottom where I had left them earlier, and took the opportunity to go out to the car and hide behind it while I had a cigarette and drank from one of the cans of beer in my cooler bag in the car.
I was finished before the children appeared, so I went back inside the gate, and waited there for the Class to come to the pool behind me, behind a child-proof gate I also noticed – even the most expensive School I had been to didn’t have that - to my dismay.
When they came they were led by Teacher Soon – in her one-piece bathing costume which did far more to give my cock a hardened stance than even her blouse had earlier: she was simply stunning in black!
She noticed me appreciating her figure: lithe and lean and her costumes were cut high up her thighs, turning her small height into seemingly a tall one made up mostly of long legs. She stood beside me as the other 2 Teachers were still in their uniforms, shepherding the costume-clad students in through the gate past me; before she followed the last one in, where they dutifully lined up by the side of the pool waiting, Soon said “Do you like what you have seen today, Khun Steve?”
I nodded and croaked “Everything I have seen, and everything which I have yet to see seems even more attractive to me today, Teacher Soon; it is going to prove hard to resist.”
“Then don’t resist it, Khun Steve” she flourished her wide smiling mouth at me and went in to remind the children of safety and then she slipped herself into the thigh-deep water and let the children sit on the edge and slide themselves into the water.
The shrieks and laughter began, the splashing sending water spraying around and the 2 uniformed Teachers huddled back against the wall of the Admin office behind, in a bid to stay dry.
I went in the self-closing gate and stood against it, soon spattered, but not soaked, as a couple of the rowdier boys thought it might be fun to wet the foreigner.
When one of the little girls slipped and went under, I was closer than Soon who was in the middle on the far side wall, so I took 2 steps to the edge, stepped down into the water and hauled her up quickly, gave her a hug as I turned and placed her sitting on the side out of the water as one of the Teachers ran over and took care of things; the little girl was fine after a couple of spluttering coughs and quickly wanted to return to the pool.
Soon had come over and thanked me profusely, her hand on my arm, but I waved it away; “I know you could have reached her in a few more seconds, but I was closer and I did say I would help you.”
“You are all wet; I hope there is nothing in your shorts to get damaged” she asked with a cryptic smile. “Actually, I needed cooling down quite a lot; apart from that, only tissues and money; no problems Teacher Soon.” She kept her smile and turned back to the children; I climbed out, dripping.
I stood up facing the 2 Teachers, only 2m away; they were both staring at my groin. I looked down and found I was wet up to there and the wetness plastered my shorts around the outline of my cock, which had partially re-strengthened itself as Teacher Soon spoke to me and touched my arm.
I heard Soon call out behind me “Give Khun Steve my towel” and, after a few more seconds of staring at me, one of the Teachers came to me and smilingly handed me a towel; “Perhaps you need a hand to help you, Khun Steve?”
I turned red-faced, quickly accepting and holding the towel nonchalantly down the front of my body and retreated to my shaded corner position, almost rubbing my body’s front dry before realising that might look suggestive; I contented myself with a pat down and figured the heat of the day would dry them well enough soon enough. I removed my wet tissues and put them in the rubbish bin; checked my money but left drying the notes until later.
I took a deep breath and checked my front was presentable before draping the towel in the sun over the fence and once again turning to face the pool; staying in the sun would have dried me faster, but it was just too hot here in Bangkok to do that.
The 2 Teachers were looking with smiles; Soon was in the pool but also looking: I should go home now!
But I didn’t of course; the promise/s on offer here were too captivating for me to move, except for my cock, which wouldn’t stop twitching.
I needed a break so I asked Soon if she was ok if I went to the toilet – “ah, where can I go?” One of the other Teachers came and took hold of my arm “Come with me Khun Steve” and she steered me out the gate and into the Admin office, telling the one girl there at the time “toilet” and took me through the back of the office, out one door, along a corridor and through another door – it was so confusing I was glad I had a guide.
She pulled me inside a door, locking it behind us, and turned from a meek Teacher into an aggressive cock-lover in the space of a heartbeat, pulling my shorts and underwear down, kneeling and groping my balls as she filled her mouth with a happy cock!
I let her have as much as her mouth wanted, but my cock proved stubborn: it knew we were here, today, for Soon; it was like my cock was always in control, an ethereal being all itself, and no matter what anyone did, if it was not in accordance with my cock’s truest desires – so be it.
My Teacher deserved a little better than nothing however, so I pulled her up, pulled her trousers down and sucked her cunt to a climax within minutes: gosh, were all Teachers and School staff – and even Students – so sex-deprived, or have such a libido they all orgasmed so quickly?
My cock was fine; it was hard and strong – needed a fuck for sure – but it remained a muted need, so I continued to lick the juices and cunt offered to me and got as far as tweaking her nipples through her lacy, thin bra, before a new climax erupted and my mouth, this time, was able to slurp up and swallow the juice given freely.
She soon begged off and while she cleaned herself a little, panting heavily, I finally got my cock deflated enough to actually do what I needed: empty my bladder.
We returned through the maze to the Admin office and found the swimming class had finished and – well, to me, disappeared. My Teacher companion said they would be having a rinsing shower and getting re-dressed and she should be there to help, so up the stairs to the bathroom/toilets we went quickly but, halfway up she turned into me and kissed me fully on the lips, “Teacher Soon is going to be so lucky!”
So my next question to myself was: do all Teachers share their knowledge and information – even about potential sex activities?
She turned and headed for the showers, leaving me and my cock aroused and as I reached some way below the top step, matters didn’t get better: Soon was standing there, like Venus on a pedestal (the top step), smiling down at me as my eyes devoured her from feet upwards, over the loose track suit she had put on, to the smiling mouth and inviting eyes.
“I have had my shower and I don’t need to be on lunch-duty today; when that happens, I normally go to the sleep room and have a nap; would you care to join me Khun Steve?”
I nodded my head; “We have about 1 hour while the children eat lunch and play in the outdoors, before they also will come to the sleep room, relax and settle down for their own nap.”
I nodded again, my voice lost in the ether as the sight of her, the pure magnetism of her today, all directed towards me it seemed, held me enthralled and spellbound and unable to speak.
She reached her hand down for mine and I staggered up the last few steps towards her, her hand a bolt of electricity through mine, her being so powerful, a fleeting, passing cogent thought: I must be drugged somehow.
She continued smiling and led me to the end of the upper corridor and through the door to the sleep room; empty of all but mattresses being laid out by one of the housekeepers, who quickly left.
There were curtains everywhere, over the doors to the corridor, except over the windows when allowing a breeze to blow through – as today; if no breeze the air-conditioning was used.
We were screened from the outside as Soon led me around to the side, into a far corner where she arranged mattress, a la Ming at the other School, and stood on them as she removed her pants and top: naked before me, as she stripped me of my still-damp shorts, underwear hard to remove over my cock, and my t-shirt, leaning in to nibble at my nipples, her breasts already pushing against me, her groin the same against my cock, her pelvis rotating: I fell down to the mattress, and Soon came down on top.
In place of the demure Teacher-guide who had shown me around a few days ago, this naked woman was a clone of the dominating Head Teacher – but 40 years younger, more nubile, smoother, stronger, her needs perhaps more often met than a lonely, single older woman, but Soon’s needs were seemingly constant and an aching hunger in need of sustenance – and she fed on me.
Her loins were wet with her own ready juices and she coated my cock and groin with them, so there was no need of preliminary wetting: she sat on my cock, but had to pause when she realised my length might be a little more than she was perhaps used to. Instead of continuing her plunge down, she did it slowly and, indeed, that was nicer for me: to feel her cunt as she came down slowly was at least a little more romantic than being the pile being bashed in a rape by a pile-driver.
What became even more exciting about Soon was apparent many minutes later; she had stamina befitting a young woman and she used it to sustain her fucking of me – but she didn’t climax as easily as most of the woman of the past few days: I would have to work to bring her to that ultimate satisfying feeling, and I hoped I could: that was my ultimate goal.
So I began thrusting my hips up, not every time, but sometimes when she sat down on me, my hands pulling her hips down and when she was ready to feel me right to the end of her canal; this elicited moans from her, more so because she didn’t know when to expect me to do this to her – much better to fuck unpredictably than just in-out-in-out.
Then I rolled her over, and over again so she was on her stomach; I pulled from her, raised her to her knees and ploughed my cock back inside, hard this first time, earning a squeak, and my hands were alight with fire as I stroked them up her so smooth body and under to hold her breasts and these now became my holding posts: pulling them and her body back to me as my cock thrust forward into her.
Her breasts were magnificent and I hadn’t fondled them until now; just watched them like pendulums above me when she was on top, but holding my need to feel them until I couldn’t stand it any longer – and that’s why I rolled her over: breasts were the most enticing bodily parts Women had in their armoury of weapons for the unsuspecting, feeble male – and this feeble male loved them.
She had taut breasts, but large enough to sway around, large enough to fill my hand and I squeezed her nipples between spread fingers, stretching them as my cock stretched her cunt to its new limits.
I also knew my cock wanted to finally get its dessert today and Soon’s cunt was its chosen receptacle.
For now, my hands were too happy to turn my concentration on my cock, which knew its own tasks very well by itself naturally, and I kissed up and down the skin of Soon’s back and sides, tried to lay my body along hers even as I fucked her and held her breasts tightly.
I needed her to climax first, so now I did put my thoughts to her happiness, pulling my cock out to the head, releasing one breast to grope under her and find her clit, stroking it as I eased my cock back inside slowly, then out and hard in, 3 hard thrusts, 4 slow strokes, 2 hard strokes – and she was building her emotions and her body towards the point I needed her to reach – and I pulled back and held my head, just throbbing at her entrance.
Then I roughly pinched her clit and thrust in, fast and hard; that was the one which worked and she squealed now, putting a hand over her own mouth, down on the mattress, and she writhed and bucked up at me, impaling my cock all by herself, rolling her cunt around it and hitting at my hand with her free one to take it away from her clit, but that’s not what she really wanted me to do, so I held it, her clit, and rolled it in my fingers and on her next bucking she hit her peak and the juices I wanted from her flooded out over my fingers and hand and cock and she pushed her hips back at me for long seconds with my one hand now freeing her breast and pulling her hips to me even tighter.
I came then, deep inside Soon’s cunt, our bodies melded and fit perfectly, her womanly channel now accustomed to and sucking my cock in, filling the sides and the length as my own juice spurted (useless, sperm-free as it was) at the walls way inside, barring access to her cervix, but surely hitting her, a staccato feeling of attacking little fish and it must have been so when she pulsed around my cock and came again around me, over me, enjoined with me.
I kissed her back up to her neck then, bending my body down to feel even closer to her, before allowing her to collapse down to the bed, pulling my hand out gently and letting her relax as I stretched myself along the length of her, my cock unwilling to depart its new-found home.
My legs were between hers, stretched down, mine longer and her toes curled against my calves; my hands sneaked under the sides of her chest and played with her breasts and nipples gently; my cock remained where it wanted to be and my lips played with her neck as my tongue stretched along her ear and back to burrow under the other side for that ear; Soon breathed heavily, she moaned, she jumped her body against mine, she giggled.
I cried, my tears falling lightly on to her back, perhaps startling her, perhaps she thought it was sweat dripping.
I cried because of the sexual release, the Bliss I felt with Soon in these minutes.
I cried because my marriage was dead, and I actually didn’t care.
I cried because my daughter was my Love, but I didn’t know how many years my body would last to take care of her – not because of this regenerated sex-drive, because of the cigarettes and the beer, which I couldn’t give up, but which I knew were poison inside me, waiting to flare up and pronounce my finale.
I cried and laughed then, because my heart lifted as I thought: my Teacher in Kindergarten wasn’t like this – or was she?
The Teacher who had climaxed against my tongue earlier came quietly into the room behind us; “Teacher Soon, Khun Steve; the children will be coming in 5 minutes....”
She had made no exclamation of shock on finding us naked, my body lying along the stretched back of Soon; I was more startled than she and I withdrew my cock from a noisily sucking cunt and half-rolled over – where are my clothes! – And now I saw her smiling down at my wet, spent prick.
“So, will you be enrolling your daughter here, Khun Steve – now that you have ‘seen’ the extra offerings?”
“Ah, I could say “Certainly”, but I have to give Dee’s mother a (small) say in where she goes; so I will need to bring her here, and Dee also, to speak in Thai and be convinced this is the one.”
“Do you think ‘extra offerings’ would help her decide also, Khun Steve?”
“Well, do you have any Teachers who are highly-sexed and like women; that might help her choose....”
Soon spoke under me, reaching back to caress my buttocks and in between us to stroke my slick cock; “We do have, Khun Steve; yes, we do, but not me: I want you, and my co-Teachers in what will be your daughter’s class, want you....”
“And I have one more request: I need my daughter wear a hat outside.” They both laughed as Soon and I stood and began dressing before the students arrived.
(End of Chapter 1....)
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