A continuation of 'Legs, Breasts & Other Parts - but this is a specialised group: Teachers, Admin staff, Students I met....
Other Parts of Teachers – Chapter 2
A continuation of a Fantasy based on observing Life and Women as they come in and out of my Life (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 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….
It might be a short story, more likely might be long: my stories last as far as the words take me; when they stop, the Story ends….but a fuck every paragraph leaves those involved as unknown and faceless – not my style….
For whatever reason, I had 2 days at home with my daughter, Dee, and not one phone call/text message or visit from any of the Teachers/Admin staff/associated women/Students who I had come across during my recent times inspecting Schools for my almost-3y.o. daughter to go to next year.
My newly-regenerated sex life from these visits (in contrast to the sex-less failing marriage at home) and the seemingly highly-sexed School women I had met, had kept me busy for quite a few days over the past few weeks, so a respite was not only welcome: it was required to recharge my aged battery.
In fact, it was only on the 3rd morning, a Saturday, when I had any contact; this week my wife was working half-day – which generally extended to lunch after...shopping, eventually home to see her daughter late afternoon/evening, last night almost midnight....the bitch. So Dee was with me when my phone beeped a message; it was Sin – ‘by name, by nature’, she had told me, when rubbing my cock through my shorts in the car to get my phone number: I gave it to her, as I had said if she needed help with English to call me.
Now she was asking for assistance with an essay; it may have been a serious request but, more likely, it wasn’t; however, it might make for an interesting hour or two, for Dee and Dad, so I answered: “I am at home with my daughter; sure, if I can help.” I added my address and she responded quickly “See you soon, Khun Steve.”
Sin was a 15y.o. student at the final School, of 6, I had inspected and they had offered me so many ‘extras’ – from the 65y.o. mouth-on-cunt hungry Head Teacher, Admin staff, and then the young Teacher who would be my daughter’s if I chose their Kindergarten campus – and this Teacher had made me cry: with Bliss at the love-making and with sadness that my marriage no longer could provide the same – or I couldn’t provide the same to my marriage.
Sin was one of 3 students who had cajoled me into giving them a lift to the 7-Eleven store where I had to go one evening; I extended the trip as they had a bet as to who could get ‘me off’ first, but only Sin, the first who tried, could even suck my whole length; in the end, when I dropped them off back at the restaurant where we started, none of them had made me cum – and I had been confident that would be the outcome.
But Sin had worked for my phone number, and I had given it. Now she came to my house.
She called from the gate and I stood at the doorway to motion her in, my system for deducing the intentions of visitors perhaps working again as she brushed against me in passing through, a more than light touch of her arm across my abdomen.
More than that, she turned towards me slightly enough so her breast then also brushed my chest, and her eyes and mouth sent smiles to her face; “Good morning, Teacher.” Her blouse was a thin white one, so I had felt her clearly, and my eyes were drawn to her short skirt as she went inside.
Dee, my daughter, ran to my leg and grabbed hold of my shorts, her hand sliding up inside the loose material as she was wont to do at times of a need to cling to Daddy; we didn’t have many visitors, mostly just Dee and Dad, so it was unusual and she wanted Dad’s reassurance.
Normally, my cock wasn’t aroused and her hand up my leg for a few seconds was nothing; this morning, it was my lengthened cock she hit her hand on, and as I turned to comfort and succour her, she had a good hold and I had to pry her hand away, even as I motioned Sin to take a seat on the sofa.
Sin just watched with a quizzical smile as Dee released me - and my cock was clearly outlined for Sin’s viewing also.
Not a good start to a ‘help with English’ lesson.
I offered Sin water; Dee was introduced, gave Sin a perfunctory wai greeting, but held on to Dad’s shorts, dragging them down my hip, as we went to the kitchen and filled a glass with cool water. I sent Dee back to get her own cup, telling her I would give her more cool water also; she hesitated but then ran over to the table she and I used and scuttled back to me with her plastic cup throwing water everywhere; I put some water in her cup, grabbed a new can of beer for myself and took the dishcloth to wipe the floor as I dragged her along on my leg back to the main lounge room.
“Dee, you don’t need to be scared; Pi Sin wants to speak English with Dad, you can too.”
It was 09.30 and Dee and I had been watching BBC’s CBeebies programs; they were great for her English, for her general education, for her fun; now it was the start of a new program and she knew the next short one and the short one after that = time for a shower, when she had a choice of shower with Dad here, or go around the corner to her grandmother.
I asked Sin to give us half an hour and also told her these programs were good for English study, so she sat on the sofa – one leg tucked under another and with her short skirt riding high on her thighs; Dee and Dad sat in Dad’s chair, Dee perched across my lap, thankfully pushing my cock down without concern for what she was squashing. I glanced at Sin from time to time, but she seemed happy enough and absorbed in the kids’ programs.
The next 2 programs came and went and, as per usual, I said to Dee: “Ok, time for your shower; with Dad or go grandmother?”
“Go baan yai” was her answer: “grandmother’s house”, so I said “ok, wait for Dad to put his shirt on; say ‘bye’ to Pi Sin please” and as she did that and rushed out the door to put her thongs on, I said to Sin “It’s just around the corner, so if you are ok to wait, I will be back in less than 10 minutes; make yourself comfortable.”
She spoke to Dee in Thai, then said ‘bye’ to her and Dee smiled and waved to her, saying her traditional ‘bye, see you again’, so I felt better then; Sin looked at me, smiled and waved ‘Bye, see you again’ and I laughed at her parody.
“Yes, very soon.” I threw my t-shirt over my head and stepped outside to walk and talk with Dee for the few minutes’ walk.
When I returned Sin wasn’t on the sofa, but before I called for her I took off my shirt, the first job I did when inside my house, and went to the kitchen for another beer; why I didn’t call, I am not sure, but as I passed my bathroom/toilet – the downstairs one off the kitchen, whereas upstairs was basically my wife’s better-appointed one with hot water – I noticed movement; so I looked as Sin looked up at me from her seated position – on the toilet.
“I had to go, Teacher Steve, so I found your bathroom; I hope that’s ok”
I had to laugh, even as I pictured her bare vagina, emptying her bladder in my toilet; “Of course, nong; I am sorry I didn’t show you where things were before I left. And, of course, now I am sorry for looking at you – but you could have closed the door, you know.”
She just gave me that wide smile again, and – perhaps deliberately – squirted a loud stream of urine into the water of the toilet bowl. “I don’t think I have anything you haven’t seen before, Teacher....”
My cock lurched in my shorts, and a reply could have come automatically: “But not yours” – but I bit my tongue and turned to the fridge, then walked back to my sofa chair without impinging on her privacy again.
But I had to watch her as she returned after flushing the toilet and washing her hands; her skirt seemed even shorter now that I was sitting down and her legs were slim, dark brown and yet had that thin covering of black hair which younger Thai girls/women all seemed to have.
When I looked upwards, her blouse was bouncing and, as my mind assimilated this phenomenon, she swung her arm up and swirled something around in her hands: both of them and now I saw: a bra in one, a pair of panties in another.
“You did tell me to make myself ‘comfortable’ Teacher Steve; this makes me comfortable – are you uncomfortable, perhaps?” She looked at my groin before I had a chance to cross my legs and pin my newly-throbbing cock down.
“Nong Sin, did you come here for help? With English for your essay I mean!” Gosh, I went red-faced as I tried to fix my bad choice of words – ‘help with what’? – She laughed and answered “Yes, Teacher, I truly did.”
She nonchalantly placed her bra and panties on the sofa beside her and picked up her workbook; “Will you come and sit here, beside me, or will I come there and sit on you, Teacher?”
“Let’s sit on the floor, nong Sin, so you can show me. Your workbook, I mean!” Hell, I was going to get myself into trouble every time I opened my mouth it seemed – ‘show me what’?
I got up from my chair, faced away from her as I turned off all the necessary remote controls, then backed a few steps until I knew I could sit with my back against the sofa; I sat down quickly and equally quickly crossed my legs over my now-dripping cock.
But Sin had yet to move down from the sofa to the floor; instead, I felt a smooth, though lightly-haired leg pressed against my side, against my bare side, rubbing gently against me.
It got worse: she was behind me and I wasn’t going to turn my head around –no, no – but then I felt her move her pelvis forward on the sofa, her other leg come down on my other bare side and then a pair of thighs were slipping down the sides of my head.
Then she leaned down, her face upside down to mine and her breasts were pressing against my head; she said “I will read what I have written and then you can read and correct me, ok Teacher?”
“Of course, if you would prefer to see me face-to-face, I will come down to the floor; what do you think is better, Steve?” Her breasts, unfettered by a bra, were natural and pliable and they moved around my head like jelly; we hadn’t even started the lesson and I knew I was out of my depth of comprehension with this 15y.o. young woman.
I laid my head back up at her, pushing at her breasts as her face remained centimetres above mine; “Perhaps we should do as you want first, and do the studying after, Student Sin....”
I slipped forward from the grasp of her thighs, rose and went to lock the screen door, closed the vertical blinds over the windows, returning to lie on my mattress bed on the floor; then I slipped my shorts down and let my cock have its freedom to wave in the air, beckoning Sin down from the sofa.
She stood to the side of me and removed her blouse, one slow button after another; my cock waved her on each button.
Her breasts appeared some 1m above my head, which was propped up on my pillow; they were looking magnificent at that angle; I dropped my eyes down as she unzipped her skirt at the back and simply let it fall to her feet, so my eyes were now looking at her shaved, bald slit; but when she kicked her skirt away, her stance was widened, and it was a pink cunt I was now looking at.
I couldn’t control it: my mouth watered and I had to lick my lips at the sight of her.
“Are you in need of a fuck, nong Sin? Are you a virgin, nong Sin?”
“Yes: and no, Teacher – but I have only done it one time before and he was as bad at it as me; I have sucked a few cocks though, which is why I enjoyed sucking yours in the car!”
“I could tell nong!”
“So, come down here and sit on this and I will do my best to help your Studies.” I indicated my rigid, pulsing cock and she sank down to her knees to kiss it, but I held her shoulders to move her over me on the mattress, her legs either side of mine, and I used my fingers to check her readiness: she was wet and I dipped inside her to find a hard little clit and took my fingers up to my mouth to taste the sweetness of her youthful offering.
She was ready, so I placed my hands on her hips, smiled at her somewhat nervous face and gently lowered her down over my cockhead, her feet planted to my sides, supporting her.
“You do it as far and as fast or slow as is comfortable and pleasurable for you, Sin, and tell me what you enjoy.” She smiled down at me “So, I am in charge, Teacher, is that right: me, the Student controlling the Teacher.”
I held both her mounded breasts in my hands, nipples taut between my fingers; “Well, you might put it that way, nong Sin – my student; but if I do this...” and I squeezed her nipples gently but tightly, enough to get a moan as she slipped her cunt down my shaft a little...”Who is in control?”
She didn’t answer, sliding down my cock as she was, immersed in these moments.
“And that is your first lesson, my Student: Control is only as great as another person allows, as another person desires; so, now, let us share control between us, with the pleasure.”
“Yes, Teacher, I understand: now we – the 2 of us – will share this fuck!”
Quite amazingly, she relaxed her legs and allowed her body to sit right down on my shaft, until her cunt lips were resting on my groin, my hairs tickling her she said.
“She used her legs and rose and sat down quicker this time; “My friends won’t believe I took you all the way into my mouth and now all the way into my cunt!” She actually laughed as she enjoyed this experience: a new, bigger cock than her hymen-breaking previous time; and a foreigner no less - to add to the excitement no doubt.
It was a surprisingly long, involved coupling and Sin groaned her way to her first climax in some awe; “Oh, I wish this was my first time, Steve; how wonderful it could have been to do it like this!”
I didn’t talk, didn’t want to interrupt her thoughts or feelings or the sensuousness of this age-old act between a man and a woman; I was more than content to fondle her teenage breasts and nipples, bend my head so my mouth could suck them and my tongue to lap at them, loving this part of sex, perhaps love-making, as much as I did my cock inside a body.
“I love your breasts, nong Sin; I love your whole body, but I just love breasts, and yours are truly beautiful.”
Those were my only words for a long time.
Sin experimented with her own changes of position, seeming to enjoy it when she laid her breasts against my chest, her head under my chin, and rolled her pelvis back and forth on my cock; it must have been hitting sweet places for her because she stopped moving when she came again and smiled up at my face, pausing her kissing of my chest, “I am learning a lot, Teacher.”
When she asked me to get on top of her, I shook my head gently; “not this first time, Nong Sin; you are young and your vagina should get used to me a little more before you feel more of me inside you – perhaps next time....”
She relaxed a little then, her fingers twiddling with my nipples (just as my daughter did when she and I were cuddling) while her mouth was drooling saliva on to my skin; “When will that be” she asked quietly.
“When it is right for us both, my young Sin.” I had been stroking her back and running my fingers through her long hair; I moved my hands to cup her buttocks and put pressure on her beautiful behind, pushing her against me tightly and the sudden movement caused a friction between my cock and her cunt which gave her a final jolt of orgasm, which continued as my cock now, surprisingly to me, burst itself inside her and swelled and pumped, my balls pushing my semen up the shaft and flaring my cockhead so it sealed itself inside her while it ejaculated until finished.
She squealed and her hips pushed against me, her legs squeezing me, her pelvis bearing down at my cock and I could feel she was pumping her own creamy juice to mix with mine inside her.
But I quickly reassured her, in case the thought now came to her; “You cannot get pregnant from me, Sin – I have no sperm to do that, so don’t worry, I promise.” I eased my hands from her buttocks and cuddled her and stroked her as she began calming.
“But you have a baby daughter....”
“Ah, that is a different story....trust me, you cannot get pregnant from this cock inside you.”
Sin and I cuddled for quite a while longer, when I did roll her over, still joined but not fucking her; kissing her instead and loving the feel of her almost baby-like smooth skin under my hands stroking.
Then I felt myself slipping out, the suction of her body sounding incredibly erotic to me; I asked if she wanted a shower, but she shook her head; “I want to walk home with no panties and feel you squishing around inside me; I wish I didn’t need to put my bra on the same: to continue to feel like your hands are on my breasts, but my mother would be really angry if I came home without a bra, whereas no panties she won’t know.”
I gave her my brush for her hair, a cool towel for her face, a new glass of cool water and then I insisted we do what she came for: study her workbook essay, so we did that for 30 minutes – all it took for me to help her, make some pencilled notes she could show her mother (father long gone and disappeared) and she thought she could now finish it satisfactorily.
And so, Sin –by name and by nature – hugged me like the young girl she was, kissed me like the young woman she also was, and went home with a big smile, a wave and a ‘thank you for everything, Teacher’.
10 minutes later a message beeped: “My friends are lined up, waiting, sworn to secrecy – they just want to know: WHEN?”
“Well, not today! We shall see young Sin. XXX”
Her reply: “Some of them have beautiful breasts, Teacher....” Now that was an inducement to ponder.
It was somewhere close to lunch-time, and I thought to make myself sausages, some of the mashed potato I bought, peeled, steamed and mashed for myself, and peas and carrots; I make 2 of all that on fresh bread – like a sandwich, before eating the rest: just as I did all those years ago when I was a child. It also seemed to be more palatable to my stomach than daily eating the spicy Thai food I truly loved, but which caused me many problems in my whole digestive system.
But I only reached as far as the thought – not the actual preparation and eating - when my neighbour from 3 houses down, Ping - another new ‘friend’, part-time Teacher at the School Sin went to, and seemingly a confidante of several of the Teachers and Admin staff with who I had been – shall we say, intimate with, during my inspections or thereafter – came to my door.
She greeted me respectfully and said “Oh, is Dee not here, Khun Steve? I thought I might help her for a few minutes to start to understand about going to School.”
After greeting her, I said “No nong Ping, she is at her grandmother’s, around the corner in the next soi; I will get her later in the afternoon, after I have had some lunch and ‘an old man’s afternoon nap.’
She smiled “’Old Man’: rubbish; that isn’t what I hear!”
I blushed and, before she sat down, she patted/stroked my arm and said laughingly “Oh, you are a shy boy!” This from a woman perhaps 30 or so years younger than me!
“I had dinner with Nikki and Nok the day after, ah, I saw Nikki kissing you good-bye at the door, and after you had had dinner with them; they were very complimentary about your age and stamina, and – may I say: your cock! Oh no, don’t get embarrassed, Khun Steve – you should be happy!”
She didn’t wait for any reply; “So, you haven’t had lunch yet?” I shook my head, all thoughts of sausages and potatoes gone as I watched her fondling her own breasts, her nipples beginning to harden and push out behind the thin material of her t-shirt: no bra underneath that I could discern....
“Perhaps you would care for a snack....”
I should have had a tired, deflated cock – but who could resist the offer of such a ‘snack’ as that which Ping was offering me now, as she lifted her skirt to reveal a hairy set of cunt lips, and I had the silly thought that my ‘sausage’ could very well be the ‘meat in her sandwich’ as a snack.
My cock leaped in my shorts and I went somewhat sex-crazy in the space of a second: I jumped up to lock the screen door and stripped my shorts off as I approached her; “I am starved, and you have just what I need to make a ‘sandwich’ for my lunch, nong Ping!” She had her eyes glued to my bobbing cock as I came closer, her mouth was open and then she smiled and drew her t-shirt up over her head and looked wantonly up to my face.
“Oh, I have more than just that for you, Khun Steve” and she pulled her breasts together and rubbed them in her hands: like 2 halves of a fresh bun in which my cock could also become the central ingredient, and her lips opened wide, offering a 3rd alternative to my painfully throbbing cock.
What a horny young woman my neighbour was – and how could I have missed her presence weeks and months before, so close to me in the same soi; so close my cock should have smelled the sex which she had within her body?
Her mouth became my entree as she sat on the sofa again, her skirt now stripped off: no panties – and why would she need underwear when it was patently clear she came here with only the thought of naked sex on her mind; naked as I was and as wanting my body as mine wanted hers now.
I didn’t even need to hold my cock to penetrate her: Ping did that lustily and hungrily as she sucked me inside her mouth and down her throat in one gulp, the hairs of my groin a beard around her lips.
I let her sample me there for a few minutes; my cock wasn’t going to ejaculate: I knew that, Ping didn’t, but I wanted my main course before I gave her perhaps what she considered her main course.
I pulled out amidst protests, stood her up and thrust my tongue into her mouth instead as we stood, body to body, her breasts crushed against my bony ribs, my cock thrusting wherever it could between our abdomens, where it was trapped.
I moved, with her, back a few steps and then turned her around, laying her down on my bed; she waited and swiped a bead of her saliva/my pre-cum from the end of my cock as I moved over and behind her head; she sucked that finger in her mouth as I knelt, my knees beside her head, and slowly pushed my pelvis, my cock, down over her forehead, not allowing her mouth to grab it, as I pushed my hands down her body ahead of me, pulling her legs apart and her cunt split wide, wet, pink and open for my mouth, as my cock slid through its own juices between the mounds of her breasts.
That is where I wanted to be and I searched with my hands for hers and I grabbed them and pulled them to the sides of her mounds and showed her I wanted her to do as she had done to herself before: grind her breasts together, but now with my cock to slide between those 2 halves of a beautiful, fresh bun.
Her mouth was left free and she surprised me by licking up my arse-crack, wetting the sparse growth of hair I had along there, and she continued to surprise me by not pausing outside, but curling her tongue and poking at my hole – as indeed I was doing with my own tongue at her cunt at the same time.
She was so, so wet, waiting for my cock I surmised, but my tongue seemed an immediate substitute for an orgasm stimulant – she was a part-time Teacher after all, and - seriously - almost all I had met were fast, furious, voluble and capable of multiple climaxes!
Ping proved no exception and I was glad the vertical blinds and screen door were closed to limit the noise of her – even if her mouth was half-buried on my arse, she was so loud in her body’s pleasure I worried the quietness of lunch-time was shattered for many other neighbours who might be at home.
But her excitement was contagious and I pushed my tongue against her clit – a big, bulbous female cock in her case – just to hear her continue that squealing of pleasure, until she also realised how loud she was and buried her mouth against my arse-hole and changed her mouth into a sucking machine there, a quite incredible feeling which seemed to grow my cock several centimetres more as well as invigorate my energy levels higher as I fed myself between her breasts and ate of her fluffy- haired cunt.
She ground her cunt against my tongue and her cream filled my mouth again –or was it a continuation as her mouth sucked on me, subduing the moaning noises she was making at the same time.
But she wasn’t making the noise which now came into my right ear from my table at the side, where my beer and Ping’s water sat; “I am truly sorry, nong; it is my wife’s tone and, because it is Saturday...just a moment.”
“Are you at home? Where’s Dee? I am at Tesco, can you pick me up – I got a free fan with all our shopping points, so I need you come in the car, now.”
“Dee is with grandmother; I am eating lunch....”
“But I am ready now!”
“So, wait – 20 minutes I will get there, on the upper level car park; Sawasdee krub.”
I groaned as I shut it off; my mouth had, naturally, released Ping’s cunt, my cock was shrinking in her cleavage and her mouth on my arse had become less than stimulating – all because of hearing my wife’s domineering voice ordering me around.
“I am so sorry, Ping; I never know if after half-day Saturday work she will come straight home or stay out late...I am sorry we haven’t finished, you were a better lunch than any sausage I was thinking of eating, and better than any sandwich I certainly agree.”
I sat back upright behind her head but then leaned to kiss her mouth deeply, upside down; when I sat up again, she smiled up at me; “We haven’t finished the main course yet, Khun Steve, but the entree was full of wonderful surprising tastes.”
I stood and held my hand out to lift her up, nakedness together, with Ping a good 12-15cms shorter than me as she laid her head against my beating breast.
As I pulled on my shorts, Ping pulled her t-shirt over her head, followed by her skirt. She stroked at my chest; “Can I message you sometimes, Khun Steve – don’t worry, I won’t call.”
“Yes, nong Ping, you can, and I will see you as soon as I can – I also wish to delight in the main course, and probably dessert, and more of your cream for my cafe.”
She laughed, kissed me lightly and headed out the door; I turned to wash my face and hands quickly, pull on my t-shirt, grab keys and a can of beer and pull the cover off the car and drive to pick up the slave mistress.
Returning home I dropped her off at grandmother’s and drove home, taking the ‘free’ fan into the house; now I made a quick sandwich, finished my 2 opened beers and laid down for a nap.
10 seconds after closing my eyes, my phone beeped a message “I need your cock in me for main course: when?”
“After my wife and Dee asleep tonight, can I come to your house- maybe 22.00?”
“Of course, any time!”
I closed my eyes again and, thankfully, slept immediately, the exertions of the morning with Sin and lunch with Ping rendering me very tired.
At 21.55, I sent Ping a message; “My wife went out afternoon – not home; I am here with sleeping Dee. Sorry, Ping, not tonight, not tomorrow – can we say Monday morning, Dee and I will come and visit anyway.”
“Understand, Khun Steve; sure, sleep well.”
When my wife had announced she was going out that afternoon, she knew my reaction: she has 1 and a half days of a weekend, most times less, to spend with Dee – I do my best to make her spend this time with her own daughter – but it never changes her mind about going to have her own fun.
Dee wanted to go with her, so she took Dee around to grandmother’s, where her younger sister was home from work and I said I would get Dee after dinner and bring her home; she said “I am not sure what time I will be home....”
“Dee and I don’t care anymore, and when the day comes Dee doesn’t want you at all, then I will divorce you.”
Yes, I was angry, but I always kept my voice gentle so as not to upset Dee – unlike her mother who shouted at me, despite my urging, and Dee’s urging to “jai yen”, which is Thai for “calm down, be cool”, and I calmed down soon enough after she had gone; I showered, washed my hair and went around the corner for a beer – or 2.
When I rode up on my bike, I rolled my eyes: Sin was there with 4, yes 4, friends, all about the same age of 15, all presumably School girls, perhaps all from the School where Sin goes, up at the start of our village, where Teacher sex had been introduced to me by the 65y.o. Head.
Sin smiled broadly, and she and the others all gave me a respectful wai and greeting to ‘Teacher Steve.’
I got a bottle, my glass and ice, and opened my book as I lit a cigarette, leaving the girls drinking their soft drinks, eating their snacks and chattering 5 girls at the same time.
But I couldn’t ignore looking at them regularly Sin’s smile always seemed to be displayed in my direction, and 2 of her friends were very big-breasted indeed – perhaps Sin had told them especially, remembering my words about loving breasts.
Too many distractions to read comprehensively, so I closed my book for a while, smoked another one, and drank my beer as I now looked at the displayed legs, breasts (covered) and visualised other parts of these 5 young women – though one of them, of course, I knew intimately only a few hours ago.
I wondered if they all needed English lessons; my cock wondered the same – and we were both hopeful, especially now, this afternoon, as we had not been able to consummate our new friendship with Ping to a satisfactory degree for either of us, or of Ping.
One bottle empty; I adjusted my cock down in my shorts before rising to get another one from the fridge, close behind the table where the girls were seated, the wall-mounted bottle opener 2 steps even closer to them. Somewhat bashfully, I stepped down the narrow space between it and them to get some ice for my glass, but Sin interrupted me to say “Teacher Steve, these are my friends; Cherry you know – you gave us a lift to 7-Eleven, remember? And these are other friends, all from my School, all needing to study more English, all wanting to study with you. And, there is me, of course, wanting more lessons also.”
I couldn’t really see her before, but yes I remembered Cherry: she had wanted to suck me off, betting with Sin and their 3rd friend in the car on the outcome – but my size had been too much for her to swallow, so she only took my head inside her mouth for a snack.
A desperate need to go to the toilet – to think of a response – overcame me, so I mumbled “I just have to go to...” but, instantly, one of the large-breasted girls stood and, with very quick thinking if not the truth, asked me if I could show her first, “I have been busting to go, but didn’t know where it was, please Teacher....”
I put my beer on my table and led her in through the kitchen and showed her the toilet, motioning ‘Ladies first’; she neither locked nor closed the door, but spoke to me through the gap “If you need to go fast, Teacher Steve, it’s ok to come in: I have brothers and a Dad at home; we sometimes need to go at the same time also.”
The more she talked, the more my weak bladder wanted to burst – so, I gave in, and entered, doing my best not to look at her sitting on the toilet as I quickly faced the urinal to her left.
My problem, I knew, was: my bladder wanted to release, but my cock was more inclined to fuck, not urinate, and it was hard and lengthened – and, as all men know: it is virtually impossible to get the piss out!
“My name is Som, Khun Steve; Sin is my friend and she said you might help me with English, especially if I showed you....”
She stopped talking and I just automatically half-turned to see why; oh, my, she had taken her shirt off, her bra off, displaying a very large set of breasts to me – here, while sitting on the toilet and my cock over the urinal!
“Oh Sin was right: your cock is bigger and more beautiful than any I have seen before; she promised me it would be.” I couldn’t talk, could only blush, and she laughed gently “She told me this also.”
“But what about me Teacher – do I please you enough to teach me English?”
She didn’t wait for any answer; ”You can’t go to the toilet, can you – my brothers have told me about this; so, leave it out and come over here.”
Why was I turning, leaving my cock poking straight out, my hands underneath my balls trying to coax the piss out, and taking the 2 small steps across to face her?
Why did I sit when she patted her bare thighs –perhaps because she pulled me down by my cock – and why did I forget my cock in her hands and put my own to those breasts she was asking me to evaluate as suitable, or not, for studying English with me?
Because the word ‘magnificent’ was oft-used, but in this case was entirely appropriate for her mammary glands, and my befuddled brain was too overwhelmed to think too much about words at all, appropriate or otherwise: ‘fucking hell’ came to mind, but I suppressed it as a vocalised thought.
Her breasts stood straight up and out, the most upright, large breasts I had ever seen – well, my memory may have tended to change from one beautiful set to the next, that is true, but these were wonderful to behold and to hold; there was no sag at all, but they were soft and pliable and natural.
She must have worn an uncomfortably tight bra just to contain them to a seemingly ‘reasonable’ size, perhaps to avoid the type of ogling and lust I was doing and feeling right now, when they were free to be shown.
For the 3rd time, I gave in and lowered my mouth to one; there was no chance I could fit it in my mouth, but the nipple on the end was just as enticing, just as extra-large, as the mound it topped and my mouth could suck on that and the top part of her breast, and I sighed with heretofore unknown wonder at this prominent part of the breasts I so loved about women.
“Sin was sure you would want to suck on them; she is right again.”
I nipped at her nipple lightly, but sucking it was entrancing: it was so big she could have fucked my mouth with it, and I wished she would.
I drew my mouth off and up to her face level – well, down actually, as she was a deal shorter sitting there on the toilet – “Sin’s breasts were beautiful – I told her; but, nong Som, I have no doubt, you have the most glorious breasts I have ever found: they are so edible, so incredible, so perfect for my cock to lie between and fuck....there are not enough words in my language, perhaps not yours, to describe how Beautiful they truly are, and I hope you know that.”
She smiled; “You speak lovely words, Teacher, but would you now stop talking and suck them before we have to get out of the bathroom!”
I did, seemingly so well she groaned loudly and buried her mouth against my head to stifle her noise; I wasn’t sure, but the way her hands were rubbing my cock (getting a little dry and sore now I must say) and the way her legs were shaking, it seemed to me she was having an orgasm from my mouth, so I swapped breasts repeatedly and tried to vary what I did to make it as exciting for her as possible; me: I was in a heaven of beautiful breasts, and Som’s were in my mouth.
A light knock at the door and a gentle voice behind me said “Guys, ah sorry, but it has been a long time and some of us need to actually use the toilet – can we finish this later or another suitable time in some rather more suitable room?”
It was Sin, and her presence had a necessary deflationary effect on both Som and I; I leaned up, after releasing her breast, to find her mouth and bury my tongue in there, feeling the reciprocation and the longing she clearly felt to go with mine; “See you soon, nong Som; Sin has my number” I whispered into her mouth.
“I have it already, Steve” she whispered back, and I stood up, beginning to stuff my cock into my shorts – no, I couldn’t, because now it had softened enough to allow the piss to begin, so I had to quickly step to the urinal and do what I had come in here to do.
Behind me, Som must have re-dressed herself and it was Sin who spoke behind me as I emptied a long stream of urine into the bowl of the urinal; “You did say you like breasts, Teacher, so I found them for you.”
“Thank you, nong Sin, you certainly did find them – but, don’t forget: I told you, your whole body was Beautiful; I meant that.”
I finished dribbling, shook my cock, now put it down my underpants and shorts, and turned only enough to show her a smile before I washed my hands and walked out – closing the door securely.
I went back to the table, swallowed my beer, paid for the 2 bottles and took the half-finished one with me; before I went to my bike, I looked at all the girls, bade them a wai and said we would need to talk about a schedule if they all wanted to study English; “and if you all take as long as nong Som to study the first lesson, well – one student a day might be enough.”
I left the laughter behind, but discerned Cherry saying “I am first, I deserve another chance!” – but I rode home; parked the bike and walked around the corner to bring my daughter home; as we walked, Dee – at the level of my hip/groin - sniffed and said “Daddy, you smell”.
I didn’t explain about the fragrance of sexual arousal to her, not at almost-3y.o. “Dad will shower at home, Little One, to make me smell better, ok?”
My phone beeped a message, then another, before I had unlocked the door; I left them unread as I got Dee some water, took off my shirt, locked the screen door and turned on CBeebies for her while I showered.
It was a quick shower, Dee running to the doorway to make sure I was there, then back to the TV, sitting on my bed as she mostly did.
21.00 came, no mother home for Dee; what was sad was that Dee had stopped even saying “Mum at work” when she was now late home; she was starting to tire and asked me for a bottle, so I made her a milk – and cuddled her on my bed as I held it for her; she was asleep before she had finished, so 5 minutes later, I removed my arm from under her head, made her comfortable, changed the channel to Rugby and settled back with my beer, going out the front door when I needed a cigarette, smoking outside but watching Dee through the fly-screen open window; she slept on contentedly.
Now I read my messages; first was one from Som “I have never cum just from having my breasts held! Thank you Teacher – again please, Lesson #2.”
I laughed quietly and answered “Cumming soon, nong; get ready for it.”
Second message was from Soon: “2 of my staff would like to show your wife around – maybe tomorrow? There won’t be any kids, but they will show your wife the ‘extras’ we can offer her to bring Dee here to School...”
Soon was the Head Kindergarten teacher of the School first on my revised list of 3 Schools I liked; her ‘extras’ for me had included an Assistant to her who had taken me to the toilet and who I had sucked off for a quick, happy orgasm for her; then a wonderful fuck with Soon herself which had made me cry, in both the Bliss our coupling had engendered within me, but also the Sadness of my failing marriage, which could no longer even generate a desire in me to fuck.
“11.00 ok – then when finished ‘tour’, I could offer them lunch afterwards, ok?”
“Fine, see you Soon, Khun Steve. XXX”
I turned everything off at 23.00 when the Rugby finished that game, cleaned my teeth, emptied my bladder, washed my hands, locked the outside front door, and carried Dee up to the bed she shared with her mother. She had slept with us since birth, but at 6 months, when she could roll over and move around, kicking the duvet off etc, I continually woke at her every movement to check on her and, consequently, had very little sleep myself, night after night...so I slept downstairs and left her mother to, hopefully, take care of her during the night hours.
The room was cool, as I had come up and turned the air conditioning on a short while earlier, so I put a Pampers nappy on her, her pyjama pants back on and cuddled her under the duvet: she never stirred, only to rub her hands on Dad’s chest, perhaps her subconscious way of knowing who was beside her in bed: her Mum’s big breasts, or Dad’s slightly hairy, bony body; she would normally now sleep through until morning.
I kept telling her mother how truly wonderful Dee was from birth to now as far as sleep patterns went: we never had the interrupted sleep I had experienced, with my 2 sons and their mother all those years ago in Australia.
23.45 my wife opened the bedroom door; I checked Dee was fine and got out of bed, walked past my wife, then said “We go to one School for you to see at 11.00 tomorrow; no classes, so we won’t take Dee this time, just you to see.”
I went downstairs, turned the next Rugby on, smoked, and finally turned all off again, cleaned my teeth again, and read my book for 2 minutes, before sleeping about 01.00.
I always woke about the same time to make a bottle of milk for Dee on Sundays, knowing her mother would wake me anyway to tell me to make it, then I went back to sleep; but the familiar crying when her mother upset her with her ‘joking’ or just plain obstinacy, always woke me, as did the call of “Dad, Dad!” So it was this morning, but it was 08.00, so not too bad for Dad to get up and climb upstairs to take care of his daughter.
At 09.00, as I was feeding Dee her cereal, her mother appeared downstairs; Dee cringed across to me, as she so often did these days, so I asked her to say “Good Morning, Mum” and we went back to eating. I didn’t bother with the ‘good morning’ bit, just told her which School we were going to and we would leave 10.45; she didn’t argue, knowing her late nights grated on me because of Dee, so that was that conversation ended.
At 11.00, I pulled into the School; showed my wife up the steps, through the self-locking gate, showed her the pool – where Soon’s body in a swimming costume had first sent my cock into overdrive – and to where 2 voluptuously casually dressed Teachers waited in the Admin office.
One was the 3rd Assistant in what might be Dee’s class; the other one I had seen giving the assembled children their morning song and exercises on the first day I had come to visit.
Thais don’t introduce themselves often, but I said, speaking Thai, “Khun Soon said you would show my wife what the School has to offer if we enrol our daughter here; I guess you won’t need me interrupting, so I will wait out in the car....Khun Soon is not here?”
“I am sorry, Khun Steve; Soon was going to be here, but she just phoned and said she couldn’t make it, so...if it is ok, you relax while we show your wife around.”
I smiled, though disappointed; “That’s fine; I have a book to read, and some beer – take as long as you need, Ladies; show my wife what you have to offer.”
My wife seemed a little shocked, not least by her 2 guides – who she couldn’t stop looking at.
Soon had asked me, after giving me her ‘extra offerings’ if my wife might be tempted by similar, so I had asked if she had any highly-sexed women who like women: she confirmed “Yes”, and here we are, I surmised.
(I didn’t know if my wife had a boyfriend or girlfriend; she had been in a lesbian relationship, living with a domineering woman, some years ago, in the year between she and I breaking off our affair – when I tried to apologise, save and mend my then marriage to a Vietnamese woman – and me asking her to marry me, when my attempts at reconciliation ended in a divorce in a Vietnam court.)
What I did know: she was, at this moment, very interested in the 2 women who now linked arms with her and began their tour.
(A terrible thought came into my mind: I hope they fuck her brains out, give her a heart attack and we can throw her body into the canal which ran out the back of the School, beyond a very high fence.)
I shook my head and went to my car to get my book and my first can of 4 I had thoughtfully brought with me; I picked up my phone from the console pocket and went back inside the gate to find a comfortable chair, to wait.
My phone beeped: Soon: “Sorry not there, I wanted to be with you; my husband not well, I need stay home, Luv, Soon.”
There was also an earlier message I hadn’t heard; this was from the second School on my list now, where their extras were also delectable when I had paid my return visit. Teacher Ming: “When will you bring your wife to visit us?”
“Next Sunday ok for you – but I need extras from women teachers who like women, to show my wife your ‘extra offerings’; can you arrange that for her?”
A minute later my phone rang; “Really, your wife likes women, Khun Steve? You don’t mind?”
“Really, nong Ming; at this moment, I believe she is being fucked by 2 Teachers at one of the other Schools I like – they are women. And, no, I don’t mind, don’t care really – if only she would be a good mother, what else she does, no, I don’t care.”
“Wow, give me 5 minutes; we have several women Teachers who might be interested; I’ll see if they are free next Sunday; what time?”
“Say 11.00 at School; then I will take them to lunch after their ‘tour’ with my wife; sound ok?”
“5 minutes, Khun Steve; then we can talk about you cumming back....”
A cigarette later, stubbed outside in the garden and placed in the rubbish bin, Ming was calling back; “Does she have big breasts, Khun Steve?”
“Yes, quite big, Ming.”
“Ok, the lady you fucked when you fucked me – you know her breasts! She wants to help, and another Teacher, with small breasts, small everywhere actually, she loves to be with bigger women. So, 2 ‘guides’ be ok?”
“Just what I had in mind, Ming – but don’t forget to show her the School also.”
She laughed into her phone as I asked “Did your husband enjoy his fuck when you went home after I fucked you?”
“Oh yes, indeed he did! - He thought I had gone crazy, but he didn’t understand when I kept mumbling your name, remembering your cock. But my friend’s husband wouldn’t let her fuck him; she is sure he has another woman, so she will take sex wherever it is offered almost...no, not everywhere: here at School I mean.”
“I understand Ming; my cock is hard now, remembering you and me and – what is her name – but I have to wait for my wife to finish today’s tour and take these Teachers for lunch; then I want to get my daughter...soon, I hope.”
“Yes, Khun Steve – soon; and her name is Mong.”
“Well, you give Mong my memories, and I am sorry about her marriage – but I understand those problems exactly the same as she does. Bye nong Ming, see you next week.”
“Bye, Khun Steve; I will tell her and: thank you.”
A while later, 2nd can finished, my usual tiredness crept through my eyes and my body; I went into the office to a sofa I had seen there on my first visit; I lay down, curled up my length and went to sleep to dreams.
I had so many dreams to choose from, but, funnily, it was of my wife upstairs sucking and being sucked I guessed – heaven forbid if there were dildos in a Kindergarten School! Perhaps one of the women was actually a transvestite, still with a penis...I went to sleep.
I was woken by one of the Teachers; “Your wife is just going to the toilet, Khun Steve; are you ok?”
I shook my head awake, smiled and said “I am fine, nong; how did the tour go?”
“Ah, I believe your wife thinks this School has a lot to offer its students – and its mothers, and fathers of course.”
“Well, I am happy about that, nong; would you Ladies like to come for lunch with us?”
“I think you should ask your wife first; she might need to go home and rest – but we will be here, working for another hour...if, by chance, you wanted to take us for something to eat...you can phone me....” She gave me her number, her name was Son, and I called her then and there to give her my number; “I would like to repay you a little for being here today, nong, so I will try in an hour...”
She smiled; I need to go to the bathroom myself; I must look a mess....” I took the invitation to reply and shook my head, “You look quite beautiful and delicious to me, nong Son, as does nong...?”
“Her name is Pim, Khun Steve; she likes you too.”
She laughed and ran back up the steps at the call of her friend; my wife appeared and the 2 Teachers escorted her down the steps and across to the car; they didn’t link arms with her now – their hands were clearly rubbing her arse, her hips and waist, either side, and their mouths were whispering in her ears or licking them, kissing her face....I could see it all quite openly, but my wife looked exhausted and spent and she obviously didn’t care what I saw.
When they reached the car, I stood outside my door, but they were intent on helping my wife into her seat and didn’t need me.
Son looked at me and I cocked my head quizzically; she put her hands to my wife’s face and kissed her on the mouth and in her mouth, while her fellow Teacher, Pim, didn’t hide the fact her hands were busy trying to get one last climax from my wife’s cunt.
But my wife was already fucked it seemed and she just collapsed in Son’s arms, so it was time to load her into the passenger seat; I had already wound the seat back, now I placed her safety belt across her heaving chest – where was her bra, I wondered, as clearly her nipples were unencumbered; I would ask Son when I phoned or came here next time.
Son closed the door and came around to my side; she leaned in my window and said “Don’t forget me, Khun Steve” and she sent a very long tongue into my mouth and down my throat and fucked me better than any cock in about 1 minute! If she had put that up my wife’s cunt, no wonder she was exhausted and she wouldn’t have needed a man or a transvestite!
When she released me, I held my hands up to wai to her, and the other Teacher; “I couldn’t forget you, nong Son.”
I took my wife home, helped her inside but left her to stagger her own way upstairs and go to bed; decided Dee would probably be asleep at this time, had nothing to do except put my cans in the fridge, pour a glass from a bottle, sit down and relax.
I could have perhaps gone back to sleep myself, but I had had an hour in the car, and that was my norm, so I thought – for all of 2 seconds – and began a message to Son: “I am free to take you for lunch; do you girls want?”
“We want” came her reply, so I had a quick shower, cleaned my teeth, took one new beer for the car journey and began the short trip back to the School.
Parking there inside, I turned off and this meant there was no music in my ears from my CD playing; what I heard instead was: splashing.
I walked up the steps and inside the small gate and then leaned on the child-proof gate leading in to the pool.
“It is hot isn’t it, Khun Steve, so we thought to cool off first; want to join us perhaps?”
“I didn’t bring any swimwear” was my first lame response;
Son stood up, joined by Pim: both naked.
“Does it look like we need swimwear today, Khun Steve? Come on, it’s a little bit cooler in here at least...” They remained standing; the longer I prevaricated; the longer I drooled at the sight of them, the more ‘standing’ my cock was trying to be: it could only get worse, so I stripped off my shirt, shorts and, finally, my underpants and turned to face the water and the Ladies, waving ‘hello’.
For the first time I now heard nong Pim speak “Oh my, Khun Steve – you do seem to need cooling down! Cum in here with us, Khun Steve” and she held out her hand as she waded to the side of the pool; as it was a toddler’s pool, it didn’t cover their cunts when standing: they were both shaven bare, I had seen; Son had the larger body and breasts, Pim the petite one, almost a young girl’s body, and it was intoxicating to me: a Teacher who could have been a Student, and another Teacher who seemed to know no boundaries, and had a tongue to fuck any hole with!
I took her hand and slipped my feet to the bottom of the pool; it was decidedly cooler than outside, and I slipped down to my neck to wet all over; deciding then, I put my head under and wet my long hair. When I came upright, wiping the water from my eyes and pushing my hair back over my head and down my back, I found my cock was on the surface of the water: it looked like a water snake swimming after its prey.
Pim backed away towards Son’s side as I asked “Forgive me, but aren’t you 2 Ladies more interested in....”
“Sex - oh indeed yes, we are, Khun Steve; if the dish looks yummy, Pim and I will eat it, swallow it, feel it’s wonderful taste in our stomachs...anywhere at all a yummy taste wants to go in our bodies, we will savour it; and if our taste is equally delicious to others, we give that freely also.”
There weren’t any questions left to ask, after that explanation; I swam over to join them.
“But do you have a preference?”
Pim answered “At this moment in time, we prefer you, Khun Steve.” She stroked my cock and stepped towards me; “Do you have a preference, Khun Steve?”
“I have yet to try alternatives, but a lover from behind might be exciting, a dog might be equally exciting – or a very long tongue fucker... I am a free thinker I guess, but at this moment in time, I prefer the circling sharks in the water around me.”
Pim looked at Son and I saw a small nod; in the next moment, Pim held my cock pointing skywards, Son was behind Pim and lifted her under the arms an extra 25cms up out of the water, then brought her down to be impaled on my shaft, the whole length of me in one movement.
She wasn’t used to it and cried out, so I bent my knees and sank a few centimetres down, and the buoyancy was enough to ease my cock out of her a little as she bobbed like a cork on a cock - on me; I took hold of Son’s arms also and, between us, we fucked young Pim’s cunt up and down on me, while Son and I exchanged a kiss over her head on each downward movement of Pim’s shorter body.
As a swimming exercise, it wouldn’t make it into any coaching manuals; as sex, it was erotic enough to be included in the Kama Sutra perhaps.
When Pim erupted, I wondered who cleaned the pool; she rested her head against my chest, Son moved her arms downwards and held Pim under her buttocks; I left my cock gently caressing the insides of her cunt up and down, my arms under her armpits, but my hands found Son’s lovely melon breasts and I worked my hands and fingers over them as her mouth came across to mine and she snaked that tongue out - and again, showed me what a mouth fucking should be like, was like when it was her tongue doing the fucking.
I had never really had a cock down my throat, but if I ever found one as long and flexible as Son’s tongue, I could become a firm cock lover; but that was unlikely: Son had surely a one-off body with such an implement and I couldn’t get enough of her ploughing of my insides with it, even though she was far into my throat, it was able to curl so it was not uncomfortable, while our mouths could join and my tongue could do its best to stroke hers and give back some little stimulation in comparison to what she was doing to me.
Pim had continued to moan and now she was ready to give herself another battering on my cock and she held my buttocks and pulled my pelvis hard against hers; that was all it took her and it was Son who kept Pim fucking me longer by pushing Pim’s buttocks against me, and Pim’s cunt tightened and caressed my shaft, her cervix the wall on which my cockhead was rebounding at each thrust, and Son’s breasts and nipples within my grasping hands the added stimulus for Son herself to build up to a climax – which shook her body as I released her breasts, put my arms around her back to plaster her against Pim’s, and dived them down to Son’s own buttocks, my fingers in her arse crack, as my legs kept me pushing against Pim: the truly tasty meat in the sandwich we were all enjoying for lunch.
I needed this fuck, but I didn’t feel the need to ejaculate; this threesome was such a new experience for me, these 2 women so new for me, my cock was just having the time of its renewed life inside one and trying to push through to the cunt of the second; it needed no more for now to feel satisfied it was doing its preferred tasks: getting its recipient to shower their juice all over it or, in this case, all around the water in the pool around us, and to have them happy to have my cock in their body.
However, I did lack a 3rd hand as I wanted to be inside Son’s cunt for her as well, but it wasn’t required; the bouncing and writhing and pushing between our bodies twitched my fingers around in her arse, and spread her wider as I held on with my hands, so it seemed entirely natural progression when my 2 thumbs penetrated her hole and pushed inside her walls together.
It must have felt like a cock, perhaps 2, violating her rear entrance, but I felt her push back against my hands and as I resisted, my thumbs slipped a little further in, but also shoved her back against Pim and she against my steadfast cock: the cunt of Pim was the sliding receptacle of our back and forth movements and she was lolling between, groaning as if Son and I were fucking through her at each other.
Son moaned and her mouth, stretched wide against mine, emitted a growling scream, and she shoved hard against my hands and fingers and my thumbs; I shoved back equally one more time and then Son fell backwards under the water and Pim slid down my body, off my cock and may well have drowned if I hadn’t held her, again under her armpits, and rubbed her breasts against my abdomen as I looked to make sure Son was ok and helped Pim clamber over the side of the pool and I stretched her out there on her stomach, unable to resist stroking my hand down from her neck, along her back, buttocks, thighs and legs – she was petite, smooth, beautifully coloured and adorable in her naked exhaustion.
I turned back to Son and waded over, slipped an arm around her waist and pushed and guided her from behind to the side near Pim; she laid her arms up on the side of the pool and rested her head there. I stood behind her, encircled her body to hold and fondle her breasts and my twitching cock to probe between her thighs as I moved to meld our forms together.
Her mouth, lying under her arm, surprisingly asked me not to, “not just now, Khun Steve; I feel so beautifully fucked out, any more might only take the feelings away, and I don’t want to lose them.” I left my cock sliding between her thighs, my hands gently caressing her, but made no attempts to fuck her anywhere; I only kissed her neck and shoulders, which she seemed to enjoy, for the long minutes until they began to recover and stir, Pim first to half roll over, and I gasped at the beauty of her full front displayed to me and could only say “Oh, I wish I had my camera with me; you are truly beautiful, Pim!”
“Bring it next time, Khun Steve – if we can make me feel like this again, you can take all the photos you want.”
What a vivid kaleidoscope of positions jumped through my mind at the prospect!
I left the 2 women displaying their nakedness, used one of their towels to dry myself, kissed them both on the back of their necks as they lay stretched in the shade, and wished them both a nice afternoon – none of us wanting anything more to eat after our feast of each other in the pool.
But, before I left I remembered: “Oh Son, my wife didn’t have a bra on when your tour had finished, is it somewhere, perhaps I can get it next time?”
Son made a tired laugh “She broke it apart when I put my tongue up her cunt and Pim was trying to get at her breasts, Khun Steve; do you still want it back?”
I laughed “Keep it, nong – but don’t let the students find it please; bye Ladies, thank you for the swim.”
And I drove home.
My wife was still asleep, well upstairs all was quiet at least, so I guessed she was.
I showered, washed my hair and walked around to get Dee, but no-one was home there and the gate was locked; I went home and found the quietness was because my wife wasn’t there: her bedroom door was closed, but that was just her laziness to tidy up.
So, they must all be out – eating would be my guess, stuffing Dee with Pepsi or Coke and too much fatty, oily food.
I had a sleep for an hour, a cafe, fed the fish out the front and went with my book for a beer, my usual Sunday afternoon routine when I left Dee to spend time with her mother.
On to my 2nd page of reading, happy with my beer and quietness and aloneness, a female pair of legs came and sat on the bench seat beside mine; bare legs leading up to short shorts, a bare midriff, and very big breasts above that in a t-shirt, which outlined them most appealingly, and the v-neck gave a clear enough showing of the cleavage below; it was the second of the girls with large bosoms, from School, who had been here last night. Now she appeared to be alone, and I looked at her smiling, pretty, young face as she demurely greeted me; I returned her wai and waited – clearly she had something to say to me.
“I came before and Pi Tii (the shop owner) told me you often come early on Sundays. Teacher Steve, could you come to my house for a short time – I need help with a project in English; I would have brought it here, but I have a lot of books open on my desk...could you please, I need to finish it today....”
I smiled gently at her pleading and nodded “Ok, nong, I can do that for you.” I closed my book, had a mouthful of beer and left it all there, as I often did if had to pedal home for a minute, or go to 7-Eleven quickly.
She led me across the road to the soi opposite, 3 houses up and inside; it was all quiet. “Nobody else is home, Teacher, here is my work.”
I looked at her Project Question and advisory notes and then looked through the draft pages she had completed; when I finished, I said to her “Its excellent, nong, you should be proud; all I can see to do to help you is: correct some spelling and just a few grammatical changes – spelling and grammar, ok, do you want me to do that?”
She was beaming a huge smile, her white, even teeth adding to her prettiness to make her quite a beauty, her face framed as it was by her long black hair – ‘camera again’ I thought, and realised I had actually said it out loud. “Sorry, I was thinking how beautiful you would look in photos if I had my camera here.”
Her eyes widened and she mouthed ‘really!’ even as she blushed; I nodded “Yes, really, nong – sorry, what is your name?” “Toon, Teacher” she answered and, before I turned to her draft, I made a mental note: Pim and Toon, camera, photos.
Now I turned to her draft and began using a lead pencil to mark where to change spelling and explained the grammar changes as I made them.
It was perhaps 30 minutes and I said “I believe we have finished nong Toon.”
She was standing behind me, looking over my shoulder; now she leaned down and put her breasts against my neck and shoulders; “What can I do to repay you, Teacher Steve” she asked as her breasts nuzzled at me.
I slowly turned and looked at her, offering herself to me; I stroked my fingers down her beautiful mounds, over her nipples and shook my head as I smiled and stood up from my chair; “Nothing, nong Toon; I won’t take anything for helping you with English. But....”
I wrote my name and number on a small slip of paper, “Call me when you get the result, nong; to me, it is very good, so I have high hopes for your report.”
She looked disappointed so I leaned down and pulled her body to mine and my mouth to hers, and I let her kiss me, and I kissed her, for as long as she wanted; it was a long time, but then she moaned and began to sink in my arms; her breasts were almost too enticing, my desire overcoming my restraint, almost changing my mind about not accepting her offering.
My arms held her up and I stepped back; just in time, as someone entered the front door; we both turned to look and undoubtedly we looked guilty, but the older than Toon, but still young woman who entered came closer, smiling, “I waited 5 minutes, Toon, but I have to go to the toilet; I am Tin, older sister, Teacher Steve – yes, I know who you are; I hope Toon’s Project was not too much for you to do with her?”
I shook my head, but my eyes remained fastened on her body; a model’s if ever I had seen one in the flesh: tall and sinewy, long, flowing, bouncing hair – an advertisement, right here, for one of those shampoo/conditioner companies, and a smile to slay any ogling man: such as me, as I shook my head again, but this time to clear it.
I still held Toon quite closely in my arms, but now I asked her quietly “Are you ok, nong Toon?” She nodded so I slipped my hands away from her, reminded her to let me know her Project’s results, returned her wai and that of her sister’s and edged past her to the door, where I turned back; “Sorry, I didn’t answer your question: no, the Project was not too much and, if Toon needs help again, she can call on me, and I will come. Nice to meet you, nong Tin; Toon, don’t make any mistakes when you type that into the computer, ok – we did it so well, together, make sure your mind is fresh and clear to make the final copy.”
I smiled as she nodded and bowed with a deep wai, and I returned to Tii’s to continue my quiet Sunday afternoon, I hoped.
I did, in fact – for about 15 minutes until the other elderly men of my drinking group began to arrive, and that was the end of my reading and quiet time.
I finished that bottle, drank a can after that, but I was bored with the group and soon said I had to go home and cook dinner for Dee (that was possibly a lie, as on Sundays her mother generally bought food and they ate around at grandmother’s house – but I might have been needed to cook for her, as my wife couldn’t cook anything, so perhaps it was only half a lie.)
In the ensuing 2 hours, I was home alone; then my sister-in-law phoned and asked me to come and get Dee as she only cried when Mum tried to take her and bring her home.
It was happening more often lately, so I threw on my t-shirt, grabbed the house keys, locked the door and walked quickly around.
As per normal, as soon as Dee saw Dad she was fine, came to me so I could wipe her eyes and nose with a new tissue, waved bye to her aunty and grandmother and happily walked hand-in-hand with Dad home, Mum trailing beside.
At home, I made her bottle, while her mum took her upstairs to change and Dee was soon asleep in Dad’s arms: another Sunday ended and thankfully my wife would be back at work tomorrow and leave Dee and Dad alone, at least all day.
Monday morning, thankfully, when my wife got up to go for a shower, same time my alarm woke me downstairs, I made Dee her bottle and went upstairs: Dee was sound asleep.
I covered her with the duvet, let her feel my leg against her so she would know Dad was here, and we both slept on through her mother’s shower, her make-up time in the walk-in wardrobe – though the light always disturbed me – and through her exit to dry her hair and go to work.
It was almost 08.00 when she woke, waking me, and she came into my arm for our morning cuddle; I said ‘ we had a good sleep; thank you Dee; time to get up soon’ and her newly-acquired rejoinder was ‘5 minutes, ok’.
“Ok, 5 minutes, Little One” and she snuggled against me for this time she seemed to love with Dad when we woke up. Trouble was: if I actually did close my eyes, she would do something while saying “Wake up Dad, get up now” – her concept of 5 minutes was not very accurate yet!
We had a fairly standard routine on days I had no plans to take her somewhere for the day, but if Dee wanted to change it, so be it.
After her breakfast - this morning she wanted toast and honey followed by fruit yoghurt – she said she wanted to go to grandmother’s house, much earlier than normal, and she was up and ready to run outside, put her thong sandals on and go. I called her back to ‘clean up first’ and she packed away, into the box, the blocks she had been using to build a very tall building, carried the box over to the corner near the computer where we kept such items, and waited then for Dad to get his t-shirt on and keys.
As we walked down the soi, a voice said “Did you forget me, Khun Steve” and we stopped at nong Ping’s house; Dee gave her a respectful ‘good morning’ wai and Ping spoke to her in Thai; Dee smiled and headed for the gate! Dad trailed behind, not able to catch the words which had attracted my daughter to a strange house and a woman she had only met once before.
“No, I didn’t forget, nong Ping, but Dee wanted to go to her grandmother’s unusually early; what did you say to her?” “Oh, just we had a Tom and Jerry cartoon on TV and if she wanted to watch...”
We went inside, but Tom and Jerry finished in another 5 minutes and the next cartoon didn’t interest Dee, but nong said “Would you like to meet my brother and his girlfriend before you go; come on, let’s go upstairs” and she led the way; it was so similar to our own staircase that Dee began counting steps and ended at ‘15’, just the same as our house.
Ping was holding a door open and ushered us in, where it seemed fairly clear a man and a woman were having sex in a spooning position in the bed, thankfully under a duvet!
Ping said “This is my brother and his girlfriend Toon; this is Khun Steve, and his daughter Dee” – and she said all that as if what they were doing was perfectly natural for her to walk in on, and to bring total strangers in on also!
The girl spoke, as if the sex meant little to her; “We are trying to have a baby, so we try to make it happen every morning if it is my ‘right time’.” She switched to Thai and asked Dee if she would like to drink at her breast, threw the duvet down to show Dee, and me, her ample breasts (how big would they be filled with milk for a baby, wow) and Dee surprised me yet again by pulling out of my hand and running over to clamber up on the bed and plant her mouth over a nipple.
I could only say to her “Don’t bite Dee” and to the girl “She only stopped drinking milk from her mother after her 2nd birthday, but she still loves to suck: milk or no milk – even on mine” I finished with a laugh at the truth of that; and I looked at Dee, happily cuddling her and sucking, and I wondered if there was enough ‘no milk’ for me to try and suck out too.
Ping pulled my hand, “Come with me” and I said to Dee, “Dad is just going to the toilet, ok?” Dee neither turned her head nor responded: just kept sucking, and the girl smiled up at me, and Ping’s brother resumed his motions from behind her, fucking her cunt.
Ping took me to the room opposite, didn’t bother closing the door –“in case Dee calls you, ‘Dad’” – and with a smile she stripped my clothes off first; since it was only a t-shirt and my house shorts, it took her only a few moments and then she took her shorts and t-shirt off in the same time; neither of us had any underwear in the way and now we were naked, with my cock and her cunt very close together.
Ping pulled me down to her bed (I guessed hers) and kissed me with her tongue thrust at mine, before saying “She promised me she could keep Dee sucking for 30 minutes – that is the minimum time I want for you to just fuck me, Khun Steve; we had the foreplay – is that the right word – the other day; now I just want to feel you fuck me!”
So we did, after I had sampled her breasts: my first ‘port of call’ on most bodies and, while she wouldn’t compete against her brother’s girlfriend in size, she had lovely nipples which went well against my tongue and in my mouth; but she was insistent, pulling at my hips when I paused to lick her, kiss her cunt, find that penis-like clit she had, but she then just grabbed my cock and shoved its hardness inside her cunt.
“There’ she moaned, “Was that so hard to do – oh hell, it is so hard, fuck me, Steve!”
No more pausing for preliminaries or romance or erotic love-making: Ping wanted, needed, just a fuck at this point, and my cock seemed to be eminently suitable when I penetrated her fully and she squeaked when I hit the end of her space before my groin had melded to hers – I had more to go, if she could accommodate me.
She didn’t care, she pulled at my hips and so I obliged and she came with a squeal when my groin hairs met her sparsely-haired one, and she bucked an orgasm at me, whining “again, again” and I pulled back to her entrance and went all the way in one thrust, hitting a wall, and this time her squeal was combined with juices flowing inside her; I could feel them coating my cock, and then seeping out of her, wetting my hairs and hers, before she sank back against the bed, pulling me down against her body and now I kissed and nipped at her neck, used my hands to pull and twist her nipples – and kept my cock fucking her until she climaxed again, and then I was satisfied I had given her what she wanted this morning.
It was fortunate timing, as I then heard Dee yell “Dad, Daddy!”
I kissed Ping hard on her lips, jumped up and pulled my shorts on, my t-shirt on and, heedless of the wet, hard, throbbing cock I was bouncing around, smiled at Ping as I went out, across to the other room and opened the door for Dee to run into my arms; “go baan yai” she said – ‘go grandmother’s house’ – and with a ‘bye’ to the couple still in bed, a big smile from the girl staring at my cock in my shorts, we went out, down, out and around the corner for Dee’s morning shower with grandmother.
On the way home, I pushed the gate of Ping’s house open, and she met me at her open doorway; she didn’t bother with going upstairs; she stripped my shorts off, the towel she had on came off, and she wanted a second fuck just like before, there on the sofa.
The only difference was her position for me to enter: she was on all fours and wanted my cock to fuck her like a dog; such a wanton girl she was, but my cock found her irresistible and we did as she wanted; for a long time.
We didn’t even stop when her brother and sister came downstairs and asked if we wanted anything for breakfast!
Ping groaned out “Another fuck from Khun Steve!” I blushed and turned my head away, but the girl came across to me, turned my head back and stuck her tongue in my mouth for a deep kiss!
When she did this, I glanced at her boyfriend; he just shrugged his shoulders and smiled at me – obviously, his girlfriend did ‘her own thing’ sometimes.
She took her mouth away but her hand stroked under Ping’s body; she entwined her fingers with mine on Ping’s breast and urged a tightening on her nipple. Then she roamed her hand further down, “Did you find her clit, Khun Steve” I nodded, “Isn’t it so big and beautiful; I wish it was mine” and she snaked 2 fingers along my sliding cock, into Ping’s cunt, widening it so Ping screamed, until she squeezed on her clit and Ping bucked and squealed and shot her juices out like a water cannon.
The girl kissed Ping’s gaping wide mouth, then mine, said “See you again, Khun Steve” and left with her boyfriend, dragging him away from watching football on the TV.
What an experience that was!
Ping moved her hand back and slapped my buttock to get going again, and I gave her a seriously hard thrust which made her head come up and howl, like a she-wolf being banged by her mate, calling all who wanted to fuck her it almost seemed like.
(I hadn’t actually cum since with Sin Saturday morning, 2 days ago, even with all the excitement packed in those 2 days, I now thought.
Another odd thought: I don’t actually feel like I have a need to ejaculate often these days – should I worry?
My answer to myself was was: no, as long as my cock gets hard and can do its job, please my partner at the right time, what do I need with useless semen squirting out? Only that when it happens, when my balls work, my cockhead flares and adds to the sensations...but no, no need to worry just yet.)
Ping was pushing back at me hard and I held my stance and met her so my cock kept banging at the wall at the end of her love tunnel, and she kept cumming and squealing, until the inevitable exhaustion hit her and she just sucked me down along her back, prone on the sofa.
It was quite a few minutes recovery, before Ping turned her head to the side; I brushed the hair from her face as she smiled and said quietly “I think you have paid me what you owed me, Khun Steve – but I will take any more any time. You know Nikki will be after you now, after I tell her all about this!”
(Nikki was the sister of Nok, Admin staff at the School up the end of the Village, and Nok and Head Teacher had ordered me to ‘study and complete a project on the female anatomy’ – specifically to suck the cunts of the Teachers and Staff and make a comparison chart with ‘civilians’.
Nikki was my only civilian to date – everyone else was either a Teacher, Admin staff, part-time teacher, as Ping was, or a Student – so the ‘comparison’ was heavily biased on the School side.
But Nikki had come to see me when the ‘rules of the game’ had only been to suck cunts, so I had given her orgasms from my cock, but only with it in my shorts, stabbing its hardness against her slit without actually entering her, telling her ‘your sister made the rules.’)
“Yes, Nikki deserved and wanted more, but those were the ‘rules’ at the start of my ‘project’ and I tried to play fairly then; but you School people bend and break the rules as it suits you!”
She laughed and I slipped my cock out from being stuck within her and leaned down to kiss her from arse crack to mouth; “I need to go home and put my washing out to dry, and my cock out to ‘retirement pasture’ for the day, nong Ping.”
I found my shorts and shirt, looking down at a wonderful woman - with the strangely accepting brother with the horny girlfriend; I smiled at Life’s machinations of us: but I guess the ‘unknown’ was what made Life a pleasure, at times, to have.
Ping couldn’t move, so I found her towel and draped it over her body, a quiet ‘bye’ and I slipped out, went home, and did hang the washing out before collapsing myself.
A long sleep, cafe, but no lunch; shower, washed hair, ignored my need for a shave and went upstairs for new shorts and shirt.
Too early to go for Dee yet, I drank a beer and watched the BBC News as I reflected on all that was happening in my Life recently – there was so much to reflect on, too much really and it was becoming blurred a little: which woman had I not yet fucked (Nikki, Toon, all the Students other than Sin, Son – though it was almost fucking her when Pim was between us and my cock felt like it was going through to Son’s cunt at the same time – Head Teacher of course...but were there others?)
Which women liked this and which liked that?
Who had I ejaculated with – Sin the most recent, Soon the most recently incredible; who else?
I made a decision: I needed to go to the School and tell Head Teacher my project was finished and the School – Teachers, Admin and Students – won easily; give me an ‘A+’ and the project must finish.
I had to because my time and energy was being increasingly diverted from where it had to be: with my daughter Dee
Tomorrow morning, I would.
(Not End of Chapter 2, but getting too lengthy for some perhaps...so an Interlude; Chapter 3 already half as long...if it is wanted, dear Readers...)