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But okay, never mind. Mayby I should even be greatful that I got rid of that guy. At least that thought is helping me get over the breakup. Even though the whole thing happened almost a year ago, I still can't bear the thought of a new, committed relationship with any kind of man. At first, I actually had a brief, but very intense, lesbian affair with a student from my shared apartment, but I quickly realized that this wasn't what I was really after, because I was always missing that "certain something" in sex that we women are unfortunately not blessed with by nature. Of course, there have been quite a few odd one-night stands over the past few months. But it never went beyond a single encounter because I was only looking for a quick satisfaction of my sexual need, not for somebody to share my breakfast with! I was simply still too hurt at the time, and so I nipped any approach in the bud.

Instead, I focused on completing my studies especially since I was really ambitious to finish them with the best grade possible. I loved my job, being a teacher more than anything, and I was looking forward to the challenges it presented. My determination paid off, as I graduated top of my class, and since my major was mathematics, I could essentially choose my job afterward. Math and science not only guaranteed a permanent position, but even a quick, permanent civil service position in Germany!

I decided early on to pursue a career at a vocational school for skilled trades because I preferred working with older and more mature students who also knew how to do something with their hands outside of school. At my own high school, I had already had so many encounters with chatterboxes, wannabes, spoiled only children of career-driven parents, nerds, and egomaniacs that I no longer wanted to deal with such students professionally.

Apparently, my honors degree earned me a lot of early praise, because on my very first day, I was supposed to take over a class as a homeroom teacher, teaching not only mathematics but also accounting, my second subject. I was excited to see what awaited me, because during my internship at this school, I noticed that I obviously had a good sense of my students. Despite the not-so-distant age difference, most of them not only accepted me but also respected me. With some students, however, I sometimes wondered if I'd really chosen the right career. As soon as they had more than twenty followers on YouTube, they were already dreaming of a career as an influencer and felt they could completely neglect school, especially since the rest of their lives would consist of nothing but partying and spending money anyway. A later career as a social welfare recipient is usually pre-programmed, because unfortunately, there's no download for brainpower deficits!

Perhaps I was doing the young people an injustice. After all, as a trainee teacher, I had hardly any opportunity to build a close relationship with them or get to know them better. However, when I started my professional life, all of this was about to change, and I had even already made a plan for how I would go about it.

As a math teacher, you're notoriously on the losing list for many students, because kids like to justify their lack of talent for the subject by implying that their teacher didn't like them and therefore gave them bad grades. Once you had that stamp on your forehead, you often went through hell as a teacher. I wanted to avoid that fate at all costs, and my healthy self-confidence, which I acquired in my youth through several years of martial arts, was certainly a great help. Students immediately recognize the slightest weakness in their teachers, and I therefore didn't want to allow myself to have that under any circumstances.

Before the new school year began, I spent the last Sunday of the summer holidays with my parents. Their garden offered me the perfect opportunity to implement the plan I'd devised for my first day in school. My preparation consisted of sitting in the grass for half the day doing something I'd loved as a child: looking for four-leaf clovers! I somehow had a special talent for this, because the geometry of the four-leaf clover always caught my eye among the multitude of three-leaf clovers, and by the afternoon I was proud to have collected twelve of them. I don't think there is any place on earth where as many four-leaf clovers grow as in my parents' garden. The twelve lucky charms I found this day were exactly what I needed for a good start to my career as a schoolteacher. But more on that later!

Excited and with a pounding heart, I entered the classroom the next day. There was a commotion, the noise level of which could easily have rivaled that of a primary school playground. Everyone was chattering away, recounting their experiences during the summer holidays or showing each other videos on their smartphones. There was actually a strict cell phone ban at school, but I didn't want to make myself unpopular on the first day by emphasizing this. So I simply stood in front of the class and did nothing. I just crossed my arms and looked over the kids' heads until eventually, everything quieted down on its own.

Apparently, my plan worked, because the students were used to being loudly asked to be quiet, not to being silently stood in front of them and waited to see what would happen. Only quiet murmuring could be heard, and the class looked at me curiously, except for two girls who were still engrossed in their smartphones and seemed to have blocked out everything around them. The sight of the two students, who were wearing striking makeup and had obvious tattoos on some visible areas of their skin, reminded me of the book "Digital Dementia" by Prof. Manfred Spitzer [a highly respected brain researcher and psychiatrist in Germany], but I tried to push that thought away as quickly as possible so as not to label the girls too quickly.

"So, now that the two ladies in the last row have put their heart-lung machines into flight mode and put them away, can we perhaps move on to the more relaxed part?" I began the lesson.

A laugh went through the class and everyone turned to the two girls I was addressing, who, with bright red faces, were trying to put their smartphones into the operating mode I wanted.

"I wouldn't push that teacher off the edge of the bed!" I heard from the left corner of the classroom from a student who was obviously particularly self-confident.

I quickly identified the wise guy, because when our eyes met, he frantically avoided my gaze and put on a very poorly acted expression of innocence. Well, wait, I'll show you who the chief in this class is, I thought to myself. Particularly lasciviously, with my hips swaying, I strode towards him, placed my perky butt, which was particularly appetizingly wrapped in skin-tight jeans, on his desk, bent down, and got within a hand's width of his face. The closer I got to him, the more he slumped in his chair.

Suddenly, the classroom became so quiet you could have heard a pin drop. Everyone seemed to be waiting in anticipation to see how I would react to their classmate's post-pubescent remark.

"Thank you for considering me, but unfortunately, I have to disappoint you. I prefer a slightly larger playground when it comes to sex, and that's why I don't really like doing it in a children's bed!"

Like a hurricane, a storm of laughter suddenly erupted in the class. My remark had struck exactly the right tone with the kids, and I was lucky that the student, who blushed with shame right in front of me, wasn't the quick-witted type. It's unthinkable if he had responded, for example, that he had a comfortable sofa in his room where we could have gotten closer if his children's bed wasn't what I preferred. Coming out with a cool remark is one thing. Being able to spontaneously counter a quick-witted reply is another. I was all the more pleased to have escaped this situation unscathed.

In any case, I had the impression that I had the class on my side from that moment on. Except, however, for the student at whose expense I had achieved this small victory. This could prove to be a disadvantage over the course of the school year, because a student driven by a desire for revenge can make life very difficult for a teacher. So I had to win this student over at all costs, no matter what! So I leaned down very close to him, knowing full well that I was giving him a more than adequate glimpse into my low-cut blouse, underneath which I wasn't wearing a bra.

I whispered quietly in his ear: "If you're always a good student and work well in my class, I'll gladly take you up on your offer. But not until after you've graduated!"

The noticeable bulge in his crotch signaled to me that I now had this student on my side as well. In a good mood, I slid down from the edge of his table to address the whole class again.

"So, ladies and gentlemen, now that we've cleared that up, I suggest we begin the lesson."

The students' faces reflected a general agreement. At least there was no more whispering, just attentive students eagerly awaiting my next announcement. So the ice had been broken before the lesson had even really begun. Just as I had hoped! From my bag, I pulled a stack of folded name tags that I had prepared before the first lesson using the list given to me by Mrs. Glasius, the school secretary. The first name tag was my own. I placed the one with "Bianca Unger" written in cursive script prominently on my teacher's desk before moving on to the tags with my students' names.

I read each name aloud and placed the name tags directly in front of the person who raised their hand. This way, I hoped to be able to remember each student's name better than if everyone in the class had placed a hand-painted, possibly difficult-to-read, name tag on the table in front of them. I also took the opportunity to make friendly eye contact with each kid as I handed out their name tag and to memorize the face associated with each name.

After I'd finally distributed all the signs and memorized most of the faces and their corresponding names, I addressed the class with a satisfied smile. "Since we obviously don't have a Kevin or a Chantall in this class, the new school year is off to a pretty promising start!" [Author's note: In Germany, these two names are associated with children who did not receive a proper upbringing from their parents.]

Loud laughter erupted again, and it took a while for everyone to calm down. Everyone seemed to know a Kevin or a Chantall, and they had to discuss them with their neighbors before the class would pay attention to me again.

"Okay, then let's get down to something more serious," I said again. "Which of you had or is having trouble with math?"

I looked around questioningly, but didn't register any hand signals. Some students looked out the window or past me at the blackboard, as if they hadn't heard my question.

"Okay, since none of you feel addressed, can I assume that you all got an A, or at least a B in math on your last report card?"

There was an awkward silence. Suddenly, a student timidly raised her hand, bending her elbow under the table just far enough so that her fingertip barely protruded over the edge.

I looked at the student encouragingly and asked her if this was a report. She looked down shyly, nodded her head, and slowly raised her arm high enough to be interpreted as a genuine report. Just a few moments later, the next arm went up, then another and another, until finally, a total of nine students had raised their arms. A weight was lifted from my shoulders, because I was already afraid that there might be more than twelve students struggling with math in the end.

Satisfied, I reached into my bag and pulled out the stack of small picture frames in which I had placed the four-leaf clovers under glass the night before. I handed one to each of the nine students who had raised their arms and wished them luck in their math careers this school year. A restless murmur spread among the students, from which I could tell they were absolutely thrilled by my idea. The students with the picture frames in their hands looked at me with grateful smiles. They could now rest assured that it was absolutely not my intention to fail them in math or even to give them a bad grade out of malice.

"I still have three four-leaf clovers left," I said, addressing the class again. "These will be given to those of you who are later elected as class representatives or their deputy, so that they may have good luck during their term in office. The last clover leaf is for the class record keeper, as a small thank you for the extra work that comes with this position."

"Okay, now that we've cleared up this topic, I'd like you all to take a piece of paper and a pen. I'd like to get to know you better as a class and would like you all to share a little of your thoughts with me. Please just write down what's going through your head, perhaps what makes you happy or depressed, what you like to do and what you don't, what hobbies you have, what you expect from the future, or even just your favorite food if you can't think of anything better. There is nothing you cannot write down, no matter how intimate it may be. But please don't write your name on the piece of paper. I want your messages to remain anonymous, and I'd like to get to know you as a whole as a class. There's still plenty of time to get to know each of you in detail. And speaking of which, I'm your homeroom teacher, and I take this challenge very seriously. I'm always available to help you if you have any worries or concerns. So, I want you to turn to me in confidence in such cases and not just carry your problems around unresolved. I hope this message has resonated with you. Has it?"

I looked attentively into my students' eyes, one by one. After seeing agreement on all their faces, I sat down behind my desk and leaned back. "Okay, then you can start writing now!"

To my great surprise, all of the students immediately began writing eagerly. None of them simply stared at a blank sheet of paper or had to think about how to approach the task at hand. I got up from my chair again and walked slowly through the classroom, enjoying the image of my students concentrating on writing, before leaning against the windowsill. I looked out into the schoolyard, and used the time to collect my thoughts. I was truly pleased with how the first lesson had gone. It seemed as if my students respected me despite my limited experience. Perhaps they even liked me? In any case, I hoped so with all my heart. After all, even at breakfast, I wouldn't have believed that I could actually motivate the entire class to calmly and concentratedly tackle a task I had set. When the bell suddenly rang for a short break, quite a few of them even wanted to continue writing, as if it were a class test in which every last second of the lesson had to be squeezed out.

One by one, my students came forward and handed me their slips of paper. Everyone gave me a friendly look, which warmed my heart. For the first time, I felt affirmed in my career choice and had the impression that I had arrived at my destiny. I was so happy at that moment that I could have hugged the whole world!

The second lesson flew by. A surprising number of students volunteered to be class representative. Who knows if this was due to the clover leaves offered, because it usually takes forever for someone to even volunteer for this position. While holding such an office was still considered a status symbol for middle school students, students of this age were sophisticated enough to understand that the rest of the class was actually just happy not to have to take on this task themselves.

Stephan was ultimately elected, a handsome, tall student with broad shoulders who was obviously the class's heartthrob. Samira, a classmate of Turkish descent, was elected his deputy with an equally large majority. She struck me as very likeable and self-confident during the candidates' introductions and impressed me with her exceptional linguistic talent. Tamara was elected class record keeper, so I was able to hand over the remaining four-leaf clovers to Stephan, Samira, and Tamara at the end of the lesson.

Just in time for the handover of the last four-leaf clover, the bell rang again, but this time the big break was announced. The kids left the classroom happy and in good spirits, all of them saying a friendly goodbye and wishing me a nice day. Well, the nice day would take a while, because the first day of school still included the general teachers' conference, which usually lasted well into the afternoon.

At the conference, the headmaster welcomed the staff and congratulated those who had celebrated their birthdays during the summer holidays. He then listed several projects that were due to begin in the new school year and for whose successful implementation volunteers from the ranks of the teaching staff were sought. It was almost embarrassing to observe how many teachers stood there unawares as the projects were read out when the headmaster asked for a show of hands. Quite a few projects remained vacant after teachers, even when directly approached on the basis of their qualifications, gave a thousand reasons why they were not suitable for the respective task. Never before have I seen the widespread cliché of the lazy German teachers so emphatically. In the end, I myself signed on as the responsible coordinator for two projects. It's truly embarrassing to see the phlegm that prevailed, especially among the older teachers. It's hard to imagine that these lazy types could serve as role models for our youth! The tasks assigned really did not involve all that much effort. However, many teachers were convinced that they were entitled to compensatory time off if they took on even the smallest additional task elsewhere. If no compensatory time off was available, the willingness of these colleagues to engage in any kind of commitment tended towards zero.

After my first day at work, I arrived home relatively late and completely starving. I didn't feel like cooking anymore, so I was especially happy to find a large portion of antipasti from the night before waiting for me in the fridge. Last evening, I had my two best friends over. Like almost every Sunday, we celebrated our girls' night, which this time took place at my place. Luckily, Paula and Clarissa were just as less hungry yesterday as I was, so the leftovers were still enough for a more than sufficient meal.

Paula is my very best friend. We've known each other since high school and both studied at the same university, where we also met Clarissa. Paula teaches German and physics at the secondary level of a large high school in Wiesbaden, and Clarissa teaches mathematics and biology at a comprehensive school in Frankfurt. Neither of us lives more than half an hour away from the other two, so we thankfully stayed in close contact during our studies and even afterward.

Paula could easily pass as my body double, if it weren't for her penchant for getting piercings or tattoos in the most unlikely places. She also has chestnut brown hair. Mine is dark blonde. Clarissa is a head shorter than Paula and me. She's also not as slim as us, but rather endowed with plenty of feminine curves and, in my opinion, what would be a gun license-worthy breast, which—along with her red hair—makes her a target for many men. At least she picks up a new lover every few weeks and isn't exactly a monogamous person. Currently, however, she's just as single as Paula and I, although I have the impression that I seem to be suffering more from this unmanned existence than my friends.

I carefully arranged the antipasti on a large serving tray, since, as we all know, you also eat with your eyes. I made myself a double espresso with my Bialetti and carried them together onto the balcony, where a comfortable lounge chair was impatiently waiting for me to take possession of it. I quickly put up the parasol and grabbed the folder with my students' works, which I hoped would be a fun reading session!

On my way back to the living room, my eyes fell on the bottle of sunscreen, which had been sitting on the record player's acrylic cover ever since my last sunbath. It would have been unthinkable if my ex had seen it, because for him, the hi-fi system was always a sacred sanctuary on which nothing could be left, even if it had been purchased with my money back then. A bottle of sunscreen on the record player's cover would have been blasphemy in his eyes!

The thought of my ex gave me an idea. Grinning broadly, I undid my blouse button by button and carelessly let it slide down, where it lay at my feet. In the reflective screen of the switched-off flat-screen TV, I looked at my breasts, which seemed to practically stretch out towards me on the black surface. The sight of my bare breasts ignited something inside me I hadn't felt in a long time. As if performing a striptease, I unbuttoned my jeans and very slowly pulled down the zipper. Inch by inch, I watched in my reflection as my jeans slid down my thighs in slow motion, revealing my black thong, which concealed only the bare essentials. With pleasure, I shoved it down as well until I was faced with my completely naked reflection.

With sunscreen in hand, I stepped out onto the balcony, knowing that my nakedness could be seen from the house across the street. It was unlikely that anyone would be home at this hour, but the mere thought of it sent a pleasant tingling sensation up my pussy. If my ex had seen me like this back then, he would have been furious with jealousy. It would have even been too much for him if I'd taken off my top on the beach or suggested a mixed sauna. He was as possesive as can be!

I stood right up against the balcony railing, which was only covered with a screen below waist height. From the upper floor, anyone from the other side of the street would have easily seen my clean-shaven pubic mound. The thought of being observed as I gleefully spread sunscreen on my stomach and breasts made my nipples harden. Was that a slight movement just now visible behind one of the curtains? Goosebumps ran down my spine, which I initially perceived as an erotic tingling, before a horrible thought suddenly struck me. What if someone had their phone out and filmed me like that? What if a revealing video of me was suddenly posted online? What possessed me to expose myself so freely? Am I really so horny that I needed such a kick?

In shock, I pressed my hands to my breasts and sank to my knees until I was finally completely submerged behind the protective screen. My heart rate was racing, and the thought of my own recklessness made me want to kick myself in the ass. My mind was made up. I wanted to go to the hardware store that very week to buy a taller privacy screen that would seal off the balcony railing all the way to the top!

I crawled on all fours to my deck chair, meticulously keeping my nakedness hidden from prying eyes. Just to be safe, I tilted the parasol a little to better ward off prying eyes. Only after I'd convinced myself, sitting in the deck chair, that no one could see my body anymore did I begin to feel more comfortable in my nakedness again.

When I finally calmed down, the antipasti were quickly devoured and the espresso slurped down in a flash. I was already itching to read my students' reports.

The very first report made me laugh out loud. It was obviously from a girl complaining that they only had one bathroom in their apartment, which her fourteen-year-old brother would block several times a day to masturbate in. She desperately wished for a second bathroom or that her brother would be afflicted with an insidious impotence.

The next report was no laughing matter at all, as it was a girl who was obviously Muslim and described the conditions in her family. As the eldest of four siblings, her parents demanded that she constantly take care of the household and her two brothers, one of whom was five and the other eleven years old. The brothers weren't required to help at home and acted like little princes, even ordering her and her little sister what to do. If they disobeyed, her mother would always beat her. She was only allowed to train as a seamstress because, as an apprentice, she received tuition fees, which she had to hand out in full to her father.

There were four Muslim students in the class, three of whom wore headscarves. Samira was eliminated because she seemed to come from a very cosmopolitan and obviously well-educated family. This left three students who could be considered as the author of the report. I felt anger rising within me and I began to tense up. It's truly unbelievable that in some cultures, the deep Middle Ages still seemed to prevail!

The next note contained only a single sentence, but it was powerful:

"Dear Ms. Unger, I'm really looking forward to you coming to visit me in my children's bed after I graduate!"

Laughing, I put the note aside. At least the text was without any typographical erors, which is rare in vocational schools. However, when I read the next report, my laughter stopped. A student described in terrifying detail the ordeal he, his siblings, and his mother were subjected to at the hands of their father, who had a severe alcohol problem. The report ended with the words: "I hope my dad will drink himself to death as quickly as possible!"

Sadly, I put the note aside and tried to put myself in this student's shoes. In any case, I wanted to try to find out as quickly as possible which of my students had written this report so that I could offer him some kind of moral support.

The next report brought another smile to my face when I read its introduction. However, my smile immediately disappeared as I continued reading. I kept having to start reading from the beginning, and the more I did this, the more anxious I became.

"Dear Missis Unger,

Your clas today was absolutly amasing! Its a shayme i got a B in math becaus otherwis i wuld hav goten one of them cloverleafs from you to - lol.

Since You said we shuld just writ down what ever was going thru our heads. So i'll just writ becaus its annonymus. Its realy bothering me that i'm the only boy in the clas who has never had sex with a girl. All the other bois in the clas are allways talking about all the experienzes they'v had with girls and stuff. I dont think i luk bad or am diferent in any way. I'v had girlfriends for a short time too times but everietime something like sex started i'v run away becaus i'm so scard that i migt hurt the girl during sex. When i was showering after sports, i sah that my dick is biger then the other bois dicks. Mutch biger! And abov all thiker! Its even thiker then my wrist! Thats realy crap becaus i wuld realy like to hav sex with a girl without hurting her. I'd like to go too the doctor an hav my dick mayd smaler, but i dont dare. Is it aktualy posible for girls to have a biger vagina that mite fit my dick? Its a shayme i cant ask you in person becaus of the annonymitty and all becaus otherwis you mite be abel too help me. I cant asc my parents about that unfortunatly. Sombody realy has too help me!"

I read what the student had written again and again, skipping the introduction. I had never seen so many typos at once, but I simply ignored them because the core message of the report simply got under my skin. I seriously wondered how one of my students could have even thought of confronting me with such intimate details about his sexuality? But hadn't I even encouraged him to do so by explicitly pointing out that I could be confronted with even the most intimate of issues? Now I was really in trouble! Could he really have developed such deep trust in me in the short time I was his teacher? The idea somehow flattered me, even though I couldn't imagine it at all. On the other hand, I could well imagine how difficult it must be for a young man of that age to be so restricted in the free development of his sexuality, without any hope in sight.

The more I thought about his situation, the more I felt he absolutely needed help. In his youthful naivety, he surely imagined a woman's vagina as a narrow tube with only little elasticity that he would tear apart with his enormous penis upon first penetration. How could he know how stretchy it really was? And how could he know that quite a few women would be overjoyed if their partner had a penis so large that he could stretch them to the limits of their elasticity?

Thinking about this question, I was reminded of how long it had been since I had had sex myself and how much I missed it. I was actually ashamed that the longer I thought about my own sexual distress, the more intensely I thought about what this boy's penis might look like. The more I lost myself in this fantasy, the more I tried to imagine that thick bolt overcoming my labia and filling me up to my cervix and beyond. Oh, how I would love to free him from his insecurity and show him here and now that a cock can never be too big to give a woman pleasure! Desperately, I tried to fight my lewd thoughts and keep reminding myself that, after all, I was his teacher and he was my student. Sex between a teacher and a student was an absolute taboo and would lead to my immediate dismissal from teaching if someone would have found out. Such behavior represented a crossing of a taboo boundary that the school authorities did not take lightly!

Without any conscious effort, my hand found its way between my thighs, where my lust juices had already prepared the path to the innermost depths of my treasure chest. With ease, I overcame my moist labia and plunged into the pleasure-inducing depths. Only when I realized that I already had three fingers deep inside my pussy did I let the piece of paper sink to the floor, close my eyes, and surrender to my hand and my sinful thoughts. Just in time, I remembered that I was lying on the balcony of an apartment building, so I bit my towel so that my neighbors wouldn't share too intensely in the numerous orgasms that the dream image of my unknown student was giving me!

I can't tell you how many times I came that afternoon. I was still sitting in my lounge chair, drenched in sweat, alone with my sinful thoughts and my fantasy image of a massive cock that I didn't even know which of my students it belonged to. My pussy felt sore from all the masturbation, and the towel beneath me was soaking wet with my lustful juices. I never would have believed that a simple fantasy could be enough to cause me to experience so many, and so intense, orgasms. In fact, I couldn't even remember ever having such an overwhelming orgasm at all!

My heart still pounding, I reached for the piece of paper that had given me this sensation and reread the text from the beginning. One sentence jumped out at me, so I had to read it over and over again:

"Its a shayme i cant ask you in person becaus of the annonymitty and all becaus otherwis you mite be abel too help me."

Why not? What was wrong with the student asking me this question himself? Wasn't I his homeroom teacher and therefore a confidant? Did this student really trust me enough after just one lesson to want to confront me with such an intimate question and ask me to help him? The thought warmed my heart and I felt proud at the same time that I had obviously made such a good start to the class. I felt really sorry for the boy that he couldn't find a girl his age who could discover the joy and pleasure of sex with him. What a tragedy that this should fail because he thought his penis was too big! On the other hand, it spoke well of him that he was thinking about how his oversized penis could cause a woman pain.

The thought of having to help him overcome his fear at all costs took on a life of its own in my head, taking up more and more space. I desperately tried to think of something else, but the more I concentrated on it, the more I was gripped by the obsession that I should be the one who should appear as a saving angel. My savior complex resurfaced, and I found myself searching for a way to free the poor boy from his suffering. The secret Mother Theresa in me told myself that my efforts were solely about the boy and not about satisfying my own needs. The little devil inside me, however, imagined what it must feel like to ride that cock and be completely filled by it. I'd already had enough different cocks in my vagina, thin and thick, short and long. My mind and experience told me that penis size didn't matter at all, as long as the owner knew how to handle it properly. I even owe my best sex I had so far to a lover with a rather small cock. Yet my subconscious began to forcefully convince me otherwise, and the idea of helping a virgin male have his first fuck was nothing more than the icing on the cake!

But before all the fun could begin, there was some work to be done. First of all, the question had to be clarified: who exactly was the great unknown, or rather, the unknown with the great one! Figuring this out wouldn't be a big challenge for me. After all, I had a sample of his handwriting!

I picked up the student's paper again to examine his handwriting for any unusual features. A smile spread across my face when one such feature caught my eye. It was this peculiar wing with which the lower arch of the capital "S" was drawn upwards. The letter almost looked as if it were the number "6," since the arch was almost closed. In any case, this style of execution of this letter was highly individual. I quickly found a second and a third example in which the capital S exhibited the same peculiarity, so this one could indeed be recorded as a striking example of his individual handwriting.

I hastily picked up the other students' papers and scanned them diagonally. Apparently, none of them wrote the S even remotely similarly, which delighted me and I could already see the trap springing shut. All I needed now was a second handwriting sample, this time not anonymous, but with the student's name on it! The next day would give me certainty!

* * * * *

Luckily, on my second day of school, I was able to sleep in, as my class didn't start until third period. This gave me plenty of time to work out my plan. Under the guise of wanting to test the class's basic math skills in area calculations and simple proportions, I wanted to give them a short test.

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen," I greeted the class. "Please leave everything in your school bags except a pen and a piece of paper." Loud rustling and whispering filled the classroom, and it took quite a while until silence finally returned and everyone had the items I had requested on their desks.

"So, if everyone is ready, I'd like to dictate two short exercises to you. Everyone, please solve the exercises individually and bring the paper to me as soon as they're solved. I'd like to get an idea of ​​your level of mastery of the most basic mathematical principles that you may encounter at any time in your professional life. You don't need to be afraid of this little test, because there are no grades for it."

I could practically hear half the class breathe a sigh of relief when they learned that I wasn't going to grade the test. So, after making sure everyone was paying attention, I started on my first exercise:

"Six Suzuki motorcycle dealers from San Francisco sell seven Suzuki motorcycles per week each. How many Suzuki Motorcycles will all of them together sell in one year?"

The students diligently wrote the task on their sheets of paper. When everyone finally looked up, I dictated the second task:

"Shepherd Steven Smith wants to let his sheep graze on a pasture with sides measuring 250 by 250 feet. Shepherd Steven Smith's flock consists of 50 sheep. How many square feet of pasture must each sheep graze before shepherd Steven Smith has to move his sheep to a new pasture?"

I looked across the class to make sure that all the students had also written down the second task.

"So, you have ten minutes to solve the exercises. Whoever is finished brings their paper to me. And please don't forget to write your name on it!"

After the initial commotion, there was an almost calming silence. Almost all of the students seemed to be concentrating on solving the exercises. I had deliberately set very easy ones, because, of course, I wasn't really concerned with the class's knowledge level. So why not take advantage of the opportunity and offer as many students as possible the chance to experience a small sense of achievement right at the beginning of the school year by possibly achieving a good test result?

In fact, it only took about five minutes before the first papers were handed to me. I immediately picked them up and skimmed them. Of course, I didn't care at all about the calculation results, but I couldn't let the kids know that. So I let my eyes wander over the sheets a little longer, even though I could already tell at first glance that the characteristic curved S was nowhere to be found.

I had already skimmed through nine pieces of paper when my heart suddenly leaped. He had truly fallen into my trap! A lot of perfect examples of the letter I was looking for, all with the characteristic lower arch, burned themselves into my retina and instantly made my heart beat a few beats faster. My breathing also quickened, and I felt my nipples harden traitorously. The trembling in my hands was transferred to the piece of paper I was holding. I quickly dropped it so as not to give myself away. I could just barely read "Mark Steinmeier" in the header before another student placed her piece of paper on top.

Now that I no longer had direct sight of Mark Steinmeier's piece of paper, it was a little easier for me to calm down. I knew it would be quite difficult for me to keep a low profile for the rest of the lesson, but I had to behave professionally; I couldn't give myself away under any circumstances!

Chance came to my aid, because one of the students suddenly began to sob heartbreakingly because she was still sitting in front of a blank sheet of paper and hadn't been able to solve either of the two exercises. I squatted down next to her and put my arm over her shoulder. I have no idea what I said to her, but I must have found the right words of comfort, because after a few minutes she calmed down, smiled at me gratefully, and promised to definitely do more math this school year. In any case, I was grateful that the girl's grief distracted me for a moment from my sinful thoughts about Mark Steinmeier!

The rest of the lesson dragged on. I kept glancing furtively toward the back row of seats where Mark, a tall, shy-looking boy, was sitting. A really handsome boy, I thought to myself. Not exactly the macho type that many young girls like, but still quite nice to look at. His forearms seemed quite strong, and his shoulder girdle also appeared well-trained. Particularly striking were his gray-green eyes, which he repeatedly turned downwards in a shy manner whenever our gazes happened to meet.

Did our eyes really meet by chance? As a teacher, you expect an attentive student to maintain eye contact and listen attentively. Conversely, as a teacher, I should of course distribute my attention evenly among all the students, which I wasn't doing at all at the moment. On the contrary, I repeatedly found myself looking at Mark, while I barely paid attention to the other students. "Oh, Bianca!" I scolded myself in my head. "Stay professional and don't behave like a nymphomaniac!"

I forced myself not to constantly look at Mark, but rather deliberately at other students, whom I now even chose based on the fact that they weren't sitting next to Mark. The rest of the lesson seemed to pass in slow motion. I kept furtively glancing at my watch, hoping for the quickest possible relief from the recess bell. When it finally rang, I felt a weight lift from me because, thankfully, I wouldn't have to teach another lesson in that class that day.

A flurry of activity suddenly erupted among the students, as they now had physical education on their schedule. The gym was at the other end of the school grounds, so a change of venue was necessary. Most of the students left their school bags in the classroom and took only their sports equipment with them, as the teachers always locked the doors. As I passed, the kids said a friendly goodbye to me. Although I had the impression that I must have acted rather stupidly in front of them during that lesson, the students themselves didn't seem to notice my mental absence, as they all seemed very open and cheerful.

Mark Steinmeier was one of the last to leave the classroom. I really had to fight hard not to look at his crotch, even trying to avoid his gaze, but I couldn't manage it. For a split second, our eyes met, and I thought I saw a questioning expression in his eyes. I quickly turned away and pretended to search for something in my papers, as if I were afraid Mark could read my thoughts.

"Bye, Ms. Unger!" I heard him call, and then he was already out the door.

"Wait a minute!" I suddenly heard myself call. "Haven't you forgotten something?"

Mark turned on his heel and looked at me questioningly.

"Aren't you doing sports now?" I asked him.

"Y-yes, why?" he asked me, looking at me in surprise.

"Well, I was just wondering because your gym bag was still at your seat."

Mark turned bright red and looked toward his seat long enough for me to risk a quick glance down at him. What I saw there gave me a real shock. Like a can of a well-known energy drink, something bulged in his jeans, running down his right leg, at the very spot that had my curiosity focused on. I quickly changed my direction again, anxiously hoping Mark hadn't noticed. Luckily, at that moment, he was more concerned with the embarrassment of having forgotten his gym stuff.

"Oh!" he stammered, hurried to his seat, grabbed his gym bag, and disappeared out the door with a bright red face.

A few minutes passed, which I desperately needed to collect myself. What I had just seen made my heart sink. "Wow!" I heard myself whisper. This was considerably more impressive than I had ever imagined! The thought of being impaled by such a pipe made me feel sick to my stomach, while at the same time I felt my panties getting wet. Luckily, I was wearing a dress today. If I had worn jeans, I would definitely be struggling to explain myself!

A quick glance at my watch showed me that I still had a good twelve minutes before I had to stand in front of a class again. I surreptitiously glanced out the door and, to my relief, saw that there was no one in sight. I quietly closed the door, took a deep breath, and locked the classroom from the inside. I left the key in the lock for safety's sake, so no one from outside could unexpectedly unlock it. I just quickly washed my hands, and I could put my plan into action.

Now I no longer needed imaginary images to fuel my desire. What I had seen a few moments ago was more than enough to get my juices flowing. I hastily ripped off my panties and stepped out of the damp cotton rag that was wrapped around my ankles. Standing up, I leaned against the wall and spread my legs. The moisture of my labia allowed me to feel a pleasant breeze, which could now freely brush over them. I didn't have much time left, so I didn't bother with any romantic foreplay fantasies that usually served as a warm-up for me when masturbating.

As if by magic, my fingers found their way to my treasure chest, easily penetrating the moist labia that opened for them like a soft curtain, clearing the way into the depths of my pleasure cave. What I would have given to have a cucumber at hand, or at least a particularly large carrot or a Banana! So my fingers had to take over, freeing me from my torment and finally giving me the relief I so desperately craved. I already felt the all-too-familiar signs of my imminent orgasm, and I just wanted to surrender to this feeling and enjoy the sweet release with all my senses, when suddenly there was a loud knock at the door.

"Hello! Is anyone in there?" I heard a sonorous female voice call from outside.

"Holy shit!" I screamed to myself, desperately trying to regain my inner calm, which wasn't exactly easy in this situation. Why did someone have to knock on the door right now? Could someone outside have heard me? Did I even end up moaning or even screaming with pleasure? I was aware that I can sometimes get quite loud while masturbating, but unfortunately, I wasn't paying any attention at that moment because I was completely absorbed in the erotic dream images my brain was producing.

No matter what, I now had to figure out how to get out of this situation relatively unscathed, which certainly wouldn't be easy. The more I thought about it, the more I became convinced that whoever was standing behind that door must have heard what was going on in that classroom. So I had no choice but to come up with a story that would allow me to save some face.

"Wait, I'm right there!" I called, spotting my panties lying on the floor just in time, which I discreetly slipped into my bag before opening the door. I immediately recognized the woman standing at the door as an older colleague who had sat one row ahead of me at yesterday's staff conference. She looked at me with curious eyes, then scanned the classroom behind me for anyone else present.

"Well, I don't know, Ms. Unger, but from the noises I just heard through the door, I could have sworn someone was having sex in here!"

"Well," I admitted meekly, "you're not entirely wrong. At least if you count phone sex as part of that." I pointed shyly to the cell phone in my hand. "You know, my boyfriend is in Tokyo for work and we rarely have the opportunity to talk on the phone. I know that there's a strict cell phone ban here at school, even for us teachers. I hope you won't rat me out now, will you?"

My colleague's face suddenly broke into a wide grin and it turned out that she was much cooler than I would have given her credit for.

"But no, dear colleague, no one will hear a word from me. After all, I was young once too, only unfortunately, back then, I didn't have such things!" she pointed at my smartphone. "I just had a suspicion that some students were having fun together while they should have been somewhere else in class. In any case, perhaps you should be a little more discreet next time regarding the background noise of your phone conversations. Don't let our principal confiscate your phone and leave you completely without a sex life! By the way, I'm Mrs. Koch, but I'd rather not shake your hand right now, just to be on the safe side, shall I?"

I understood the allusion, of course, and couldn't suppress a loud laugh. The cordial way she delivered it had an incredibly calming effect on me, and I instinctively knew that she posed no further danger and that our little secret wouldn't spread among the staff. For now, I could just forget about my liberating orgasm!

The rest of the morning was relatively uneventful. A double math lesson in the parallel class, followed by an accounting lesson in one of the graduating classes, before a short meeting of the mathematics department was scheduled for lunch to discuss the new calculators that were to be purchased as a bulk order this school year. This gave me the first opportunity to get to know the teachers in my own department better.

What I didn't expect at all was the warm welcome my colleagues gave me. The head of the department presented me a bouquet of flowers together with a large heart made of chocolate and, on behalf of everyone present, wished me luck in my new job. I was, of course, completely speechless and didn't know what to say!

The department meeting lasted less than ten minutes, and it quickly became clear that the calculator issue was just an excuse, and that I was, in fact, the sole reason for the brief meeting. The friendliness and camaraderie I received from everyone warmed my heart. For the second time this week, I felt like I'd arrived at my destination!

After the meeting, the group quickly broke up. Since not everyone was free after sixth period, only one young colleague, whom I immediately liked, wasn't in a hurry to leave.

"Hello Ms. Unger," she addressed me. "By the way, I'm Sabine!"

"And I'm Bianca, so you can skip Ms. Unger!"

Sabine looked at me with a friendly smile. "Are you free now, or do you still have to go to class?"

"No, luckily I'm free now. But I have to work until eighth period tomorrow and the day after."

"Well, then we're practically fellow students and apparently have similar schedules. Do you have any plans now, or would you like to go to an Italian restaurant with me?"

"Italian restaurant sounds very good. I don't really feel like cooking today anyway."

Since Sabine, unlike me, had her own car, she offered to give me a lift. It turned out that we both had the same favorite Italian restaurant. We got along as if we'd always been best friends, so it was perfectly normal for me to share a large salad with fresh scampi and a portion of spaghetti, all eaten from the same plate. In any case, we became increasingly familiar with each other, and I quickly learned that Sabine was two years older than me and had started her position at our school last year. In addition to teaching math, she also taught physical education and worked part-time as a gymnastics coach at the German Gymnastics Federation's Olympic training center which was located next to the Commerzbank-Arena [The "Commerzbank-Arena" is the home base of "Eintracht Frankfurt", a first-division football club in Germany].

Sabine told me that she used to be a fairly successful gymnast, but had to cut short her career with the national team due to injury. Fortunately, she had good contacts at the association's management level, so that after completing her coaching training and graduation from the Cologne Sports University, she was offered this very interesting job, which enabled her to remain loyal to her sport.

The conversation with Sabine was quite entertaining, as we shared many interests and were on the same wavelength. We chatted about anything and everything, and naturally, the topic also touched on our shared workplace. This gave me an idea about how Sabine could help me get more information about Mark Steinmeier.

"Tell me Sabine, where can I find out what vocational training my students are pursuing?"

"Didn't you do an introduction round with your new class?"

I felt caught out. Apparently, I wasn't the perfect teacher I had considered myself to be yesterday after my first lesson. Of course, I should have done an introduction round! How stupid of me! I resolved to do this in the next double lesson. Hoping that Sabine wouldn't think I was a totally incompetent beginner, I told her how I had taught my first lesson.

"Wow, the clover leaf campaign is really awesome! How did you come up with such a cool idea?"

I told her about my first math class in high school and how I was one of the students who received a four-leaf clover as a gift from my teacher. This was a life-changing experience for me, and it was during this time that I discovered my passion for mathematics.

"Well, I think the idea is really great. If you don't mind, I'd like to do the same next year."

"Of course, the idea isn't patented yet, as far as I know!"

"To get back to your question: There's a directory in the office with all the students' training companies. Until last year, they were even listed in the class register, but that was discontinued. You know, data protection and all that. Why do you need that information?"

"Oh, just in general. As a class teacher, you should already be informed about what your students are doing, right?"

"Yes, you're actually right. I'm not really up to date on this myself, I have to admit to my shame."

We spent a good hour at the Italian restaurant before Sabine drove me home. I would have loved to take her with me for an espresso, but she had to head back to the Olympic training center that afternoon, where a German Athletics Federation scouting course had to be prepared. We hugged each other goodbye and arranged to meet up at the Italian restaurant again on Friday.

When I got back to my apartment, the first thing I did was take off my clothes and jump in the shower. While I wasn't sweaty, I didn't need a shower. However, I felt an insatiable need to be naked, and the shower provided the perfect excuse. Besides, I had an urgent matter on my to-do list that I'd been distracted from earlier during the break.

The lukewarm water felt wonderful as it ran down my body, taking possession of every inch of it. But even the water was just an excuse, because what I really needed now was slippery, fragrant soap lotion to pamper myself with. Impatiently, I pressed open the cap of the bottle and let the creamy substance run between my breasts, over my belly button, and toward my pussy. The lotion caught in the short stubble that had grown there since I last shaved. "I really shouldn't neglect my pussy like this," I thought to myself as I gently ran my fingertips alongside my protruding labia and the stubble on my pubic mound.

Actually, I would have liked to lie naked on the balcony and touch myself again. My impatience to finally physically process the sight of Mark's bulging pants was almost driving me crazy. But since the sky was cloudy today and the outside temperature was significantly lower than the day before, I decided to relieve me of my physical pain under the shower.

With both hands, I spread the lotion around my areolas, leaving my nipples erect as I slid down over my stomach. Again, I felt the pointed stubble as my fingers ran over my outer labia. I looked down and discovered my pearl, already pushing itself between my open labia, demanding and hoping for tender release.

A shiver ran down my spine as I imagined it was Mark's hands, inexperienced but curious, exploring my most intimate part. The image of his bulging jeans kept appearing before my eyes, and I tried hard to imagine what his cock would look like fully erect. How big was it when it had reached its full size? Was it perhaps even circumcised? I loved circumcised cocks, definitely preferring the aesthetic sight of an exposed glans to one encased in a shriveled foreskin. Would I be able to grasp his shaft with my hand? Would I be able to take his glans in my mouth? What would his cum taste like?

The more questions swirled in my head about Mark's cock, the hornier I became. As my soapy fingers circled my pearl with increasing intensity, the real image of the baggy jeans was joined by more and more fantasy images in which my student's penis assumed ever larger dimensions. The bathroom tiles echoed my moans from all directions and seemed to amplify their volume. I truly enjoyed this acoustic accompaniment to my own horniness, knowing that no overzealous colleague would be able to stop me from finally achieving my longed-for release this time.

My sensations were only somewhat dampened by the fact that the running water had almost completely washed the lotion off my fingers, so they no longer glide quite as smoothly over my little pleasure button. With a well-aimed slap on the faucet lever, I stopped the torrent of water. A quick smear of new lotion on my fingers and I'd finally finish my project!

Full of anticipation, I squeezed a large amount of lotion out of the bottle and spread it on my fingers. I was just debating whether to shove another finger into my anus when I suddenly heard a deafening noise from the hallway. Some asshole obviously thought he had to torture my doorbell, because it kept ringing like crazy!

"It's okay, I'll coming in a second!" I shouted angrily into the hallway, although I would have preferred that "coming" be my own private thing rather than my hurrying to my apartment door. The doorbell-terrorist now even felt he had to support his persistent ringing with equally annoying knocking on my door!

I frantically grabbed the red silk kimono hanging behind my bathroom door and threw it over my head, much to my annoyance, completely smearing it with the lotion I'd just rubbed on my hands. Completely out of breath, I rushed to the door, opened it, and found myself face to face with Mr. Henderson, the chubby pensioner who lived in one of the ground-floor apartments with his constantly barking poodle. His face bright red and veins bulging on his temples, he glared at me angrily.

"YUS STUPID BITCH! YOU'RE BLOCKING THE DRIVEWAY WITH YOUR DAMN CAR! IF YOU DON'T DRIVE THAT CAR AWAY WITHIN TWENTY SECONDS, I GARANTEE FOR NOTHING!" he screamed at me at an infernal volume, while holding his clenched fist under my chin.

It took me a few fractions of a second to fully process my neighbor's words. My heart rate was already racing, but now all the pent-up energy that should have been released into a mega-orgasm turned into pure rage. Until that day, I hadn't realized how loud I could raise my own voice. But now I gave a taste of it, and it was surely audible all the way to the street! Like a howler monkey off the leash, I screamed at the stunned-looking Mr. Henderson, letting him know that I didn't even own a car and who the hell he thought he was, banging at my door like a drug addict going through withdrawal who thinks his daily dose of heroin is hidden behind my apartment door.

Mr. Henderson made no attempt to apologize to me, but lowered his fist, which would prove to be his immediate downfall. Before he knew it, my hand landed with a thud in his face, well lubricated by the soap lotion that should have served a different purpose.

"AND THAT'S FOR THE STUPID BITCH! AND IF YOU EVER DARE TO BOTHER ME LIKE THAT AGAIN, I'LL ACTUALLY BUY A CAR AND THEN HAVE MERCY ON THE OWNER OF THAT BADLY BEHAVED EVER BARKING POODLE!" I yelled at him, slamming the door in his face. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. Through the peephole, I could see Mr. Henderson still standing in front of my door, completely stunned and not moving. So I opened the door again to finally get him to leave.

This time it was me holding my fist under his chin as I quietly whispered with a threatening undertone "You're blocking access to my apartment. If you don't move your fat belly in twenty seconds, I won't guarantee for nothing!"

This announcement seemed to have worked, because Mr. Henderson actually took off and, his face bright red, made his way back downstairs. Once again, I slammed the door shut with a loud bang and tried to compose myself.

If one thing was clear, it was that this stupid neighbor had completely ruined my afternoon. My libido had plummeted to absolute zero after that brief episode, which annoyed me terribly. It took quite a while before the image of Mark Steinmeier in his baggy jeans took on sharp contours in my mind again, and all sorts of thoughts that were anything but youthful began to swirl through my head again. However, my thoughts tormented me more than they gave me satisfaction. Something had to happen!

The longer I thought about it, the more I realized that I needed something tangible to give myself pleasure. The quick fingering in the shower, usually one of my preferred methods for quick relief, had already gone completely wrong, so I wasn't in the mood to try again. Besides, it didn't seem appropriate for the occasion. I really needed something as big as possible inside me right now, and if it wasn't an oversized, fully erect penis, then it shouldn't be a cucumber either. It should at least be a dildo of a reasonably suitable size and shape!

I did have a dildo in my bedroom. However, it looked more like my ex's cock, something that was at best a turn-off for me. With the image of Mark's genitals in my mind's eye, I saw this piece of silicone as nothing more than a ridiculous toy that could in no way compete with "my" Mark. So, I needed a suitable replacement, and I needed it fast!

My first stop was the kitchen, where I had hung a screenshot of the railroad timetable that ran from my home in the Taunus region toward Frankfurt. It was about fifteen minutes until the next train left, which was actually manageable. On a whim, I wiped my still-soapy hands on my kimono before carelessly letting it slide down my body. It was already dirty anyway, so it didn't matter anymore. With my skin still wet, I slipped back into my dress, but foregoing underwear, which no one would see anyway. I just slipped into my light summer sandals, grabbed my handbag with my monthly train ticket and my debit card, and off I sprinted.

As I sprinted to the train station, I wondered why it was suddenly so hot again, until I noticed that the cloud front that had just spoiled my pleasurable masturbation on the balcony had completely disappeared. By the time I arrived at the station, I was already drenched in sweat from the renewed summer heat.

The train arrived at exactly the same time when I arrived at the station. Twenty seconds later, and I could have been waiting for the next one! But I was lucky and found myself in a completely empty carriage. Unlike the overcrowded train on my morning commute to school, I enjoyed the peace and quiet. Only the gentle purr of the train, the sounds of the accelerating electric motor, and the occasional screeching brakes reached my ears.

As I sat down in one of the compartments of the completely empty carriage, I immediately felt a somewhat different sensation than I was used to from my usual train journeys. It took a moment before I realized that this was because I was wearing no underwear, meaning I was completely naked beneath my dress. In my mind, I retraced the route I had taken from my apartment to the station. Had I touched anything along the way, other than my own apartment door? Definitely not the front door, because a neighbor was just opening it when I came rushing down the stairs. I also hadn't touched the handrail of the underpass to the platform, nor the boarding aid on the train's door.

I was very particular about hygiene. The natural bacterial flora in my vagina was sacred to me, which always drove my ex crazy when he came home from work and immediately wanted to get his hands on me with his unwashed hands. Not to mention all the gunk under the foreskin of his unwashed cock! Time and again, his attempts were thwarted by my vigorous protests and he accused me of killing any spontaneous eroticism with my obsession with cleanliness. On this train, however, I didn't see the bacterial flora in my vagina at risk. My hands, which even still had soap on them, were clean and the opportunity was perfect. The conditions were practically ideal, and the temptation was enormous! I had never masturbated in public before, except for yesterday afternoon on my balcony and this morning in my classroom, which actually already revealed a clear trend to attentive observers. But the train was a different kind of public space than one's own four walls—even if they were open to the outside—or a classroom that was locked from the inside!

In a particularly frivolous position, I spontaneously sat down with my thighs widely spread in the middle of the bench and slid forward to the front edge. Luckily, no one could see, so I simply suppressed my guilty conscience as I placed my feet, sandals and all, on the opposite bench. As if by themselves, my thighs opened even wider, causing my dress to ride up to my groin and expose my privates to the sunlight shining through the compartment window. I knew I didn't have time for a long foreplay, as the train would be arriving at the next station in a few moments. My labia were still wet with my own moisture and the soapy lotion, peeking out glistening between my outer labia. They were probably still quite surprised that I hadn't continued the foreplay I'd started in the shower and hadn't deprived them of the liberating cleavage with my nimble fingers. My clitoris had already retreated under its hood, but immediately peeped out again when I approached it with one of my index fingers.

Now I definitely didn't want to waste any time. If someone got on at the next station, the fun would be over quickly. So I plunged two fingers deep into my cave to take some of my moisture and moisten my pearl. The loudspeaker announcement for the next station had stopped a few moments ago, and the train was already slowing down in a long left turn before entering the station. I should have known that the journey between these two stations was far too short to give me the release I was craving. However, as horny as I was at the moment, I simply blocked out any rational considerations as I sped up the movements of my fingers.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a few people standing on the platform as the train slowly rolled past them. The thought that one of the people standing on the platform could see what I was doing gave me another thrill. Still, I didn't want any of these people in the carriage with me.

"Please, please, don't let anyone get into this carriage!" I begged heaven as my fingers circled my clit faster and faster.

The train stopped, and I held my breath. If one of the doors opened, I would react quickly, get into a normal sitting position, and pretend nothing had happened. Oh I was so close! I could already feel my orgasm building as I anxiously counted the seconds, hearing nothing but the smacking sound of my fingers penetrating me as far as they could go.

"Damn it, when is this damn train finally going to move again?" flashed through my mind. I could already feel my vaginal muscle tube beginning to spasm around my fingers when all of a sudden, and right behind the wall that concealed my obscene activities, the door swung open.

Two schoolchildren, boys about ten years old, entered the train, yelling loudly, giving me hardly enough time to withdraw my soaking wet fingers and sit up straight again before they sat down in my compartment. Right across from me! In MY compartment!

My inner devil wanted to grab them by the collar and throw them right out of the train. I practically heard myself screaming, "Hey guys, are you serious? The whole carriage is empty and you two brats have to sit in MY compartment and ruin my orgasm?"

I was just about to start yelling at them, saying I had a contagious disease and they should keep as much distance as possible, or something like that. The right words were already on the tip of my tongue when suddenly a smell hit my nose that seemed somehow familiar, but which I couldn't quickly identify because I somehow didn't associate it with a compartment on a train. It took a while before I realized that this was MY smell, which would immediately tell at least slightly older people with a bit more life experience that something very sexual must have happened in this compartment just a few moments ago. Fortunately, the two guys didn't seem to have the slightest clue. Nevertheless, the shock was enough to make my clitoris immediately retreat into its shell and my vagna abruptly stop lubricating! Only my fingers felt as if they were lubricating by themselves becaus they were still wet as they could be!

I was desperate! Within a short period of time, I had already aborted for the third time just before I came. I was almost freaking out. If only I had something with me to wipe my fingers on, but I didn't even have any tissues with me. Things like that don't even happen in a bad movie, do they? The next platform was already visible through the window, and judging by the number of waiting passengers, it was clear that I wouldn't find any peace even if I sat at the other end of the carriage. I was seething with rage and wanted to yell at someone to let off steam. Only my good manners prevented anything worse from happening!

Yes, "worse" was the right word, because of course a middle-aged lady had to sit right next to me. It felt like three seconds before she started looking back and forth between me and the two little kids, irritated, and noticeably snorting through her nose.

"Help me, I want to get out of here!" I screamed inside, but it was no use. What I would have given to have at least some panties on at that moment that would have at least somewhat contained the smell of my still sex-hungry pussy and my fingers! I had to go through this whether I wanted to or not! The time until the train finally arrived at my destination seemed to drag on like chewing gum. I was about to hastily jump up and get off the train as quickly as possible when I noticed the contemptuous look my neighbor was giving me.

"Just you wait, I'll show you," I thought to myself, and leaned down toward the two boys to speak loudly enough that the lady next to me would definitely hear.

"Guys, you were really great! No one has ever done it like you two naturals in a long time. It's just a shame that the old woman had to show up here of all places before I could pay you back. I'm afraid you'll have to get it finished by yourself now."

Knowing that the two boys would never understand the meaning of my words, unlike the lady sitting opposite them, I happily swung myself out of the compartment and jumped onto the platform just in time as the door was about to close. I left behind three people in my compartment who looked completely bewildered. I waved cheerfully to two of them through the window as the train started moving again before finally licking my fingers clean. I laughed to myself and tried to imagine what thoughts were going through that woman's head and happily hurried toward the exit. If I wasn't granted a liberating orgasm, at least I had some fun!

After leaving the underground train station and feeling the fresh air and hot summer sunshine around me again, I took a deep breath. I had foolishly left my cell phone in my apartment and therefore couldn't look up exactly where the shop I was looking for was. I could still vaguely remember the walk I had to take from the train station.

As I turned the corner to the left at McDonald's, I saw the yellow sign for "Hifi-Profis," the store where my ex regularly sunk most of our savings which were of course essentially MY savings. I remember all too well how he proudly showed me a connecting cable that was supposed to transmit music from one crappy hi-fi device to another crappy hi-fi device so much better, and it cost a whopping seven hundred Euros! Can you imagine that? A connecting cable! It didn't improve the sound of the hi-fi system at all, at least I didn't hear anything else than before. But when I brought home new planters for the balcony plants two days later for thirtynine Euros, he thought they were far too expensive and completely unnecessary!

In any case, I knew that after the Hifi shop, I only had to turn left to find the store on the opposite side of the street whose merchandise I hoped would provide relief from my torment. "Inside Her" and "Yes, We Cum!" was written in large letters above the entrance door of this small but fine erotic shop for women, the first and, to my knowledge, still the only one of its kind in Frankfurt.

When I entered the store, I was faced with a huge selection of erotic lingerie, leather or latex corsets, and all kinds of corsetry. But that wasn't what I was in the mood for at that moment. What I was looking for was more to be found in the back of the store. Neatly and creatively arranged, dildos of all shapes and sizes were displayed. They came in every shape and color. Whether as a blue dolphin, a yellow banana, a green cucumber, or—and this was exactly what I was looking for—a natural skin-colored penis replica, with or without a motor, as desired, and even with a refillable sperm reservoir and ejection pump if needed!

I quickly scanned the selection of items in question. Only two or three of them seemed thick enough to me and even remotely matched what I thought I'd seen from the fabric in Mark's right trouser leg.

I took the first one in my hand and gently ran my fingers over the replica of the glans. It felt damn real. Curiously, I examined the deceptively realistic blood vessels and the contours of the impressive shaft. I was almost tempted to place my lips over the glans and measure it. Of course, I didn't do this, but I estimated that it should roughly fit. My first grab from the shelf seemed to have been exactly the right one, because this dildo completely matched my idea of ​​what Mark's genitals should look like. I didn't even take a closer look at the other two, because I was already embarrassed enough to be dealing with the dildos on display in front of other customers—and, to my shock, even men!

With my silicone lover in hand, I went to the checkout, where the store manager gave me a knowing wink. "By the way, we still have it in stock in its original packaging," she told me with a smile, took the exhibit from me, disappeared briefly to the back and reappeared a few moments later with a large box in her hand.

"A very good choice!" she said as she slid my debit card into the reader, which she handed to me so I could enter my PIN. The payment was booked without a hitch, and I left the store full of anticipation with my new, discreetly wrapped friend.

On the return journey, I had to restrain myself. I would have preferred not to let go of my new acquisition. By then, however, the train was full of passengers, and I really didn't want to see a video of me with my monster dildo on YouTube! So, with a heavy heart, I had to wait until I got home to free the monster from its discreet packaging.

In my life, I've run a few times to catch public transportation at the last minute. As far as I could remember, however, I'd never run in the opposite direction, from the train station to my apartment. But now I was running. I was running as fast as my feet could carry me!

My heart pounding, I arrived at the landing of my apartment and dropped my keys twice in excitement. The second time, my neighbor poked his head out the door and said with a smirk, "Well, someone really needs to go to the bathroom, eh?"

"Piss off, you peephole peeping tom!" I muttered to myself. As I was about to disappear into my apartment, I spotted an envelope on the doormat. Curious, I picked it up and let the door lock behind me. From the envelope, I took a handwritten card. What I read brought a smile to my face and set my world a little bit straight again:

"Dear Miss Unger,

I would like to apologize to you profusely for my behavior during our encounter today. I am infinitely ashamed of the insult I hurled at you, as well as the completely inappropriate accusations I made. In fact, I was certain that the car that blocked the driveway and prevented me from attending a doctor's appointment belonged to you. There were some items on the passenger seat that suggested the car must belong to a young woman. Since you are the only young woman in the house, I must have drawn the wrong conclusion, for which I was rightly punished with your slap. I hope we can return to our former friendly neighborly relationship and would be pleased if you could forgive me again.

Sincerely, Albert Henderson"

I was genuinely pleased by the friendly apology. Secretly, I had already been thinking about the consequences the whole matter might have for the peace of the house. Nevertheless, I was pleased with the amicable outcome and resolved to thank Mr. Henderson for his apology at the earliest possible opportunity. To make sure I didn't forget, I pinned the card to my bulletin board before returning to the package containing my purchase.

If it had been up to me, I would have ripped my dress off on the way to the bedroom. However, my sense of hygiene led me first to the kitchen, where I grabbed the nearest knife to open the transparent plastic box from which my new source of pleasure was eagerly awaiting my release. I was so nervous that I almost slipped on the sharp knife and cut my hand. On the second attempt, however, I finally managed to remove the dildo from its packaging unharmed.

Reverently, I held the artificial piece of flesh in one hand and turned on the tap with the other until hot water flowed from the tap. I held it under the water stream for a few moments, turned the water off again, squeezed a few drops of dish soap from the bottle, and ran it over his glans. As if I were gently jerking him off, I spread the dish soap first over his glans, then over the coronal part of his penis, rubbing it up and down repeatedly. It was surely covered in the fingerprints of some Chinese workers. In my mind's eye, I tried to imagine these workers. Did they feel the same awe of this enormous penis as I did? Did they perhaps regularly devour one or another of their own dildos as a kind of quality control test for their suitability? I was convinced that if I had been offered this job at that moment, I would have jumped at the chance and turned my back on my job as a teacher!

Even before I had finally completed the thorough cleansing procedure, I felt anticipation once again taking over my reproductive organs. My mucous membranes had long since become moist again, and since I was still without any underwear, I felt the pleasantly cooling breeze blowing over my moist labia. I was sure that if I had looked down at the floor between my feet at that moment, I would have discovered drops of my own lust. Since at that moment I had absolutely no desire to wipe the kitchen floor before I could finally indulge in the satisfaction of my desires, I only knew one direction to look: towards my bedroom!

It was finally here, the liberating moment when I would let this huge dildo deflower me for the second time in my life! Now I really didn't need any more foreplay. All I wanted at that moment was to finally feel that thick rod deep inside my vagina!

I hastily removed my dress and threw myself onto my bed with my new boyfriend. Although I could hardly bear to finally be with him, I wanted to take another good look at him now that we were lying naked together in my bed for the first time. Very gently, I ran my tongue over the frenulum on the underside of the silicone model, where my ex had always especially loved being licked by me. Its size filled me with awe. Should I really insert this enormous thing into my tight canal? What if I liked it so much that I only wanted men with huge cocks afterward? And if I didn't find a man like that for life, would I remain single forever? No matter what, I had to find out for myself if I wanted an answer to my many questions, and I wanted to find out at any cost!

"You never know until you try," I spoke myself, rolling onto my back and spreading my thighs so I had a perfect view of my pussy in the mirror on my closet wall. The thing in my hand looked truly enormous as I slowly stroked my protruding labia with ist tip, coating it with my natural lubricant. It almost seemed as if a pussy and a cock were facing each other, their proportions 1:2 different!

The more often I let the silicone penis slide over my pubic area, the more nervous I became. Did I really want to see myself in the mirror, watching this artificial penis stretch my labia as I pushed it inside me? Did I really long to see it disappear in my depths? My answer to these questions was clear: No! No, I would rather imagine Mark Steinmeier finally overcoming his fear of the final act and penetrating the deepest recesses of my vagina with his hard spear, finally finding his release. I wanted to see in my mind's eye the feeling of bliss that would flood through Mark when he realized that with the enormous dimensions of his penis, he would not only cause me no pain, but the utmost pleasure. I wanted to imagine him taking me bareback, ejaculating his youthful sperm against my cervix, while I milked him every last drop with my pulsating vaginal muscles!

My heart racing with excitement, I closed my eyes and sank back into the pillows. Unfortunately, at that very moment, the low sun shone directly into my bedroom, hitting my eyelids with its full brightness. This was certainly not the best condition for recalling the erotic dream images I was hoping to use to achieve release. So, another interruptus!

Annoyed, I jumped out of bed and slammed down the window blinds, instantly bathing my bedroom in a pleasant twilight. Only a few scattered rays of sunlight still found their way through the slats of the blinds. I wondered what else could distract me and ran into the hallway, where my smartphone lay on the small dresser.

"You won't disturb me now!" I said loudly to the device as I put it into airplane mode. My gaze fell on the apartment door and the small speaker of the doorbell, which had already cost me enough nerves today. With a bold move, I pulled the slide switch down to deactivate the doorbell. Were there any other potential troublemakers? I thought hard, but fortunately, I was certain that nothing and no one could stop me from my plan now.

I threw myself into bed again and eagerly grabbed my new toy. "Sorry, Mark, for making you wait so long. Are you even still fully erect?" I gripped the silicone with my fist and squeezed it. "Oh, very impressive, very erect, even. That's a good boy!"

In my mind's eye, I imagined Mark looking at me with a shy expression, my hand on his cock.

"Would you like to touch my pussy too?"

I moved my fingers, playfully, very tentatively down my stomach, and felt Mark's hand approach my midsection.

"Yes, you're doing it very well like that. Can you feel how wet I am? Can you feel my pussi opening for you?"

With unparalleled slowness, I touched my treasure chest, carefully stroking the moisture between my inner and outer labia with one of my fingers.

"Oh Mark yes, that feels good! You can also penetrate me with your finger if you like to."

Very carefully, I glided my finger over my softness, feeling the change in texture, the smooth mucous membrane of my longing cave, and imagined Mark touching the gate to my vagina with his finger for the first time.

"Oh Mark, it's so sweet feeling your sensitive touch. Please gently push your finger inside me now."

I easily overcame the barrier, which wasn't really one, and practically sucked my finger into myself with my pussy.

"Oh my god, Mark, yessss, that feels sooo good. You're doing that so gently. And now please push your finger deep inside me!"

I pushed my finger inside me as far as I could, until it was completely surrounded by my warmth and wetness.

"That's great, Mark. And now please move your finger in and out slowly. Mmmmm, yessss, that's exactly right."

I moved my finger inside me in a steady rhythm, getting myself more and more excited, always with my willing student in mind and increasingly lost in my thoughts, believing that it was actually him caressing me so sensually. In unison, I pushed my pelvis towards my finger to savor the feeling even more.

"Ooooh yesssss, Mark, please don't stop," I begged longingly. "And now I want to show you - mmmmh yesssss - where a woman - yesssssss - likes to be touched most by a man. Please give me your other hand and let me - ooooh, yessssss - guide you."

I took my other hand, which of course was Mark's other hand at that moment, and guided it directly to the upper junction of my labia, where my little pleasure button was eagerly awaiting it.

"Moooaaah, that feels good," I exclaimed as Mark's innocent finger touched me so delicately on the outside of my pearl, sending shivers of pleasure through my pelvis.

As if I were touching this center of my pleasure for the first time in my life, I curiously explored every millimeter of his small, hard, protruding head. Slowly circling my fingertips, I repeatedly moved them around my clitoris, triggering convulsive spasms in my muscular tube that tried to grab the finger thrusting back and forth inside me.

Never before had I come so close to the peak of pleasure so quickly. The switch had long since flipped, making any turning back impossible and triggering my inner explosion.

"Yessss Mark plea-ea-ease - aaaaah - harder - oooooh - ye-ye-ye-yeah-oh-yessss - you're doing it so - mmmmh - gooood - oooh Mark - yessss...!"

My orgasm built with such primal force that I couldn't help but scream out my pleasure, my screams echoing off the walls of my bedroom and surely carried far out into the street. The orgasm gripped and filled me from my toenails to the tips of my hair, flooding me with endorphins that seemed to reach every last cell in my body. Finally, after my body had been denied this long-awaited release so many times today, I was allowed to surrender to my feelings and scream out my lust unbridled! Breathing heavily, I repeatedly threw my head back as another wave hit me, preventing me from leaving the peak of my plateau.

An indescribable feeling of bliss spread through me. How I would have loved to kiss Mark at that moment and thank him for this incredible orgasm. How I would have loved to penetrate his mouth with my tongue right now, to let him feel the animalistic desire that still burned within me with a passionate French kiss.

I turned to Mark, who lay motionless on the sheet next to me in the form of his oversized silicone penis. Very gently, I stroked the smooth texture with my fingers, gliding along the veins that ran along his shaft, and encircled him below the glans, making him stand vertically.

"You know, Mark," I adressed the dildo standing upright next to me "there aren't many men who take such thorough care of a woman during sex before craving their own satisfaction. Never before has a man given me such a breathtaking orgasm with just his tender fingers. As a reward, though, I'm going to take care of you a little before I let you penetrate my pussy with your magnificent cock."

In one swift movement, I rolled over and positioned my face above him, admiring his incredible size up close. With the tip of my tongue, I touched the frenulum and saw Mark bucking beneath me, consumed with pleasure.

"You don't have to hold back, Mark. Feel free to cum whenever you feel like it. If you want, you can come in my mouth. I'd even love to swallow your full load!"

With these words, I wrapped my lips around the large head and let it plunge inside me, while I slid up and down the hard shaft with jerking movements. Knowing that things wouldn't be any different in real life, I let Mark come quickly and pump his virtual thick cum into my greedy gullet.

"Mmmm, your semen tastes delicious," I said, and could almost physically feel the tangy protein shake filling my mouth before I swallowed it down my throat in one gulp.

"Oh, I see you're still hard!" I said happily, kneeling above Mark's erect lance.

Somehow the situation seemed unrealistic to me, because normally, if Mark were lying on his back with his erection in front of me, his penis and its base would certainly not be at the same level as the mattress.

With searching hands, I ran across the bed until I found one of my many pillows in the darkness. I placed it in the middle of the bed, roughly where Mark's bottom would be. I then placed the hard silicone rod vertically on the pillow and stabilized it with one hand at its base.

"It's wonderful that you're still so nice and stiff. If you're ready, I'd like to thank you now for the wonderful orgasm you gave me with your tender fingers," I whispered to my virtual lover in a particularly erotic timbre.

Lying beneath me, I imagined Mark, his eyes wide open in panic as he saw me swing myself over him and position my more than ready pussy over his scepter.

"But no, Ms. Unger, I'm afraid I'll hurt you!" I let the imaginary boy beg me.

"You can call me Bianca from now on, as long as it's just between us, and no, you don't have to worry about hurting me. It'll actually be very nice for me," I tried to reassure him.

I sincerely hoped it would really be like that, because now that the big moment was imminent, I was beginning to feel some hesitation about taking that massive shaft into my tight pussy.

Cautiously, I approached the rounded tip of this object of my desire with my moist pussy. I couldn't help thinking of my ex. With his tiny cock, I would have had to bend my knees quite a bit to feel it against my labia. With Mark's giant penis, however, I was able to make contact with my thighs still almost vertical, which promised a somewhat more intense ride.

A flash of lightning shot through me as I felt my labia wrap around the tip of the glans, preparing it with my natural lubricant for deeper penetration. I hadn't even moved a finger's width over the mighty organ when I already felt its increasing diameter gently opening and stretching my vaginal entrance.

It actually hurt a little as I lowered myself a bit. Panic rose within me, and I began to doubt my own courage. Was I really on the right track? What would it be like when, in the future—hopefully not too distant—I allowed Mark's real cock to penetrate me?

With all my might, I tried to banish my gloomy thoughts and focus on my actual purpose. If I wanted to be a good teacher, I had to prove to my student that he didn't have to be afraid of making love with a woman. If I didn't want to lose my credibility, I had to go through with this now. No matter what!

I clenched my jaw in tense anticipation, but quickly realized this was the wrong strategy. So I tried to relax and focus on letting go completely. The mental strength I had acquired years ago in martial arts, when I was still competing and had to hold my own against seemingly overwhelming opponents, came in handy now. So I focused entirely on my goal, feeling my pelvic floor slowly calm down and the ring of muscle at my vaginal opening relax.

As if my trainer had given me a signal to launch the decisive attack right now, I resolutely squatted down. No slow penetration, no tentative advance, no tactical waiting. Without thinking, I let myself slide in a rapid downward motion over this merciless monster that stood ready to tear me apart.

The last thing I heard was a loud scream before I lost consciousness for a moment. When the veils in front of my clouded consciousness disappeared again, I felt an intense burning sensation filling my entire depths. It felt as if I had forced a can of Coke into my vagina. I could feel my heartbeat, pumping blood pulsing through my muscular tube, which held this monstrous intruder with seemingly dwindling strength, as if trying with all ist might to prevent it from penetrating any deeper.

I laboriously tried to calm my breathing. Horrific images played before my inner eye. I saw my vaginal walls tearing apart, covered in blood, and my uterus turned inside out, split open by an oversized cock, forever depriving it of the ability to safely support an embryo during ist development inside me. All too painfully I had to realize that fucking an oversized cock has nothing in common with martial arts. And believe me, when I say nothing, I mean NOTHING! If only somebody had told me!

Only slowly did the horrible distorted images in my head lose their focus, becoming increasingly blurred until they finally dissolved and scattered in all directions. Instead, another image appeared before me. It was Mark, looking at me with worried eyes.

"So I hurt you after all, Bianca?" I let him ask me.

Tears ran down his cheek, and his expression seemed to indicate that all his fears had come true and that he would probably never be able to have sex with a woman again.

The sight of Mark moved me deeply, and I was ashamed of not having hidden my pain from him. Plagued by a guilty conscience, I bent down and covered the bedsheet beneath me with countless little kisses, imagining it was Mark's face. It did my soul good to comfort the boy lying beneath me and take away his fear. Not only did it do my soul good, but also my lower body, from which the pain seemed to slowly disappear. Only a barely bearable stretching pain remained, which, however, was due to the size of the phallus inside me and was therefore natural. The longer I kissed my frightened student, the more I felt a spontaneous healing of all the supposed wounds inside me.

Mark was still looking at me worriedly, because I still owed him an answer to his question.

"But no, Mark, you didn't hurt me at all. I was just startled at first when you were suddenly deep inside me. I had actually planned to lower myself more slowly onto your big cock, but then I must have lost control, and I had to feel you deep inside me right away."

"So I'm really not hurting you?"

"No, Mark, on the contrary, it's totally hot to feel you so deep inside me."

As if I wanted to prove to him what I had just said, I slowly straightened up again and let Mark's penis slide out of me a good two hand-widths before lowering myself onto him again and letting him penetrate me all the way. I had completely forgotten that it was a silicone dummy I was surrendering to. Mark was now reality for me, and I only wanted to give myself to him now.

"Mmmm, do you also find it hot to be so deep inside me?"

"Oh yes, Bianca, it's so damn hot to fuck you!"

"Yeah, and I can tell you that feeling your masculine cock inside me is the hottest thing I've ever felt in my life!"

Once again, I let the hard spear slide out of me until I could feel the thickening of the glans at the entrance to my vagina. A feeling of pleasure I'd never experienced before had long since replaced the initial pain. The friction against my mucous membranes was so intense that I didn't even need a consciously induced contraction of my muscular tube to intensify the contact. How could you possibly intensify contact with something that stretched and expanded you from within to the limits of what was possible?

"Oooh, yesssss, Mark, fuck me deep!"

Slowly, I began to get more and more accustomed to the pleasure rod in the depths of my cave, repeatedly taking it all the way inside me, sometimes letting it slide out more, sometimes less. I thrust faster, deeper, and harder until I finally rode the defenseless boy like a woman possessed. I let him fuck me uninhibitedly and chase me over the cliff again and again, moaning and screaming uncontrollably as I jumped over it, finally letting myself fall to the side, completely exhausted, after multiple, extremely intense orgasms.

Breathing heavily and drenched in sweat, I lay on the sheet, which, soaked in my lust juices, clung to my hips. The room was filled with a scent blended with the essences of lust, greed, and passion. My cries of pleasure had long since died down, but they still echoed in my ears. Reality had slowly caught up with me again, making me realize that it was just a piece of silicone I had surrendered myself to that evening. But now I was absolutely certain that I would be up to the task of freeing Mark from his fears. And I wanted to do this as quickly as possible—and as often as possible!

* * * * *

The next morning, I felt the aftermath of the previous evening at school. I thought to myself, that's probably how a slut must feel after experiencing a gang bang with twenty men! I had planned to ride my bike to school on that beautiful summer morning, but the first contact with the saddle made it clear to me that this would be a hopeless endeavor given my battered pussy. Unfortunately, the train had already left, so now I was faced with a real problem.

Sometimes, though, you just have to be lucky, and this day really seemed to be my lucky day. Just as I was screaming "Shit!" about missing the train, my cell phone rang. It was Sabine, asking me if she could give me a ride to school. And yes, she could! Thanks to this lucky circumstance, I ended up getting there even earlier than I had planned. This meant I was able to calmly visit the office and have Mrs. Glasius pick out the list of my students' training companies before I made my way to my classroom.

I skimmed through the list and discovered that Mark Steinmeier was clearly training at a glass and facade design company. I quickly entered the company's name into the search engine. Their website opened before my eyes, presenting the entire range of services offered by this fairly large company. From standard window repairs to conservatories, carports with glass roofs, fully and partially glazed front doors, and windows in every imaginable design, there was almost nothing made of glass that the company didn't offer. They even offered custom aquarium construction.

I couldn't help but grin to myself. It really couldn't be easier. All I would have to do was break the window in my bedroom and hypocritically ask my class if there was anyone who knew anything about glass and could repair a window in my apartment - ​​for a decent amount of pocket money. And just like that, I'd have him in my bedroom. Once I had him in my bedroom, he wouldn't be able to escape me and my hungry pussy!

The longer I thought about this idea, the more I realized it might not be such a good idea after all. A window like that was quickly repaired, and if Mark, after his trip to my bedroom, had another appointment or meeting he couldn't reschedule, I'd hardly be able to keep him in my bedroom! The saving grace came to me the very moment I stood before my students.

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen! I hope you're all well-rested and ready for the new day?"

The class returned my morning greeting and, with a murmur of approval, signaled that I could begin my lesson. The current topic didn't seem to be difficult for the students, so the time flew by before the break bell signaled the end of the lesson. Immediately, the kids were bustling and in a state of excitement, so I raised my voice again to get my attention.

"Before you all disappear for your break, I have one more question for you: Does any of you happen to be doing an apprenticeship at a glass processing company?"

Sure enough, an arm shot up and a friendly smile beamed at me.

"Very nice, Mark. Would you please be so kind as to come over for a moment? I'd like to discuss something with you. The others are welcome to take their break!"

Looking a little uncertain, Mark approached me. "Yes, Ms. Unger, what is it?" he asked curiously.

"So you know about glass?"

"I think so. My uncle has a company specializing in glass and facade design, where I'm doing my apprenticeship. One day, when I have gained more experience in the profession, I might even become a partner in my uncle's company."

"Oh, so that's probably more window glazing and such? Actually, I'm looking for someone who knows about building aquariums."

A broad grin spread across his face. "Not only am I very knowledgeable about that, it's even my hobby!"

He bent down to his school bag, pulled out his phone, and entered the lock code before opening a directory.

"I built all of these myself," he said proudly, handing me his smartphone.

I glanced over the numerous photos, which showed aquariums of all sizes and shapes. There were also a few terrariums among them. Some pictures showed only the glass tanks, while others showed fully equipped aquariums with fish.

"Wow," I marveled, "you really built all of these yourself?"

"Of course, including all the equipment."

"Now I'm really amazed. You're already a true master of your craft!"

Mark turned bright red. Apparently, he wasn't used to such praise and therefore didn't know how to handle it. I handed him back his phone and placed my hand on his shoulder in appreciation. I deliberately left it there because he didn't back away, and I didn't want to break the physical contact. I moved a little closer to him, so that our upper bodies and hips were now lightly touching.

With a discreet glance down, I checked that my nipples were cheekily pushing through the fabric of my T-shirt, something Mark couldn't possibly miss. Another slight twist of my upper body to the right and I practically pressed one of my nipples into his upper arm while I continued talking casually.

"Tell me, could you imagine building me an aquarium like that? I've been dreaming of having my own aquarium in my bedroom for a long time. It creates such a cozy atmosphere and such romantic, indirect lighting."

"O-of course, I could do that," he said, his voice slightly trembling, while he visibly tried not to look too conspicuously at my breasts.

I, on the other hand, allowed myself a discreet glance down to make sure my physical contact had elicited the desired reaction from him. Indeed, my wishes seemed to have been granted, because his jeans bulged promisingly in one spot. Apparently, I had chosen the right dildo yesterday, because what was visible beneath the fabric was definitely no smaller than the pleasure-giver I had purchased from the sex shop yesterday!

I pulled Mark even closer to me, as if I wanted to hug him. "Oh, I would be so happy if you could do that for me."

"So first I'd have to look at the space available, and then it depends, of course, on how big the aquarium should be and what the maximum cost is."

"Well, I'm basically open to anything. The space on the wall in my bedroom is at least eight feet wide, but I'd also be happy with a smaller aquarium, of course."

"Well, I'd recommend a larger tank. Small aquariums are much more work because they have to be cleaned much more often, especially if you have a lot of fish. A stable ecosystem can develop much more easily in a large tank, which then doesn't require as much maintenance."

"Well, you seem to really know what you're talking about. So, if you think so, I'll gladly follow your advice and am open to anything." If he only knew, I thought to myself, how serious I really was about "anything"!

"When would you like me to come over and take the measurements?" he asked me, his question making him sound like a real professional.

"Oh, for me, this afternoon would be fine, if you like."

A broad grin flashed across his face again. "That could be arranged. Luckily, our math teacher didn't give us any homework today, so I'd have plenty of time. Besides, my parents aren't home until next weekend, so no one's telling me what to do."

I liked his humor and it made me like him even more. If only he knew how wet my panties already were! In my head I was already picturing how things would go this afternoon. The fact that his parents were away promised I could definitely convince him to spend the whole night with me. I think I'd even be willing to go to school tomorrow completely sleepless for that. If Mark wasn't getting enough sleep, he wouldn't need to explain it to me.

"Well, I think you're already eighteen, right? At that age, most young people like you don't listen to their parents anymore, do they?"

"Yes, you're right. But my father always says that as long as I put my feet under his table, I have to follow the rules that apply in his house."

"Your father isn't entirely wrong, of course. But you're still eighteen, aren't you?"

"Yes, since four months already!"

If Mark had known what was going through my mind at that moment! Having sex with a student was really risky. But if the student was also a minor, there could be dire consequences for me if it got out. Having sex with an adult was far less offensive. On the other hand, at that moment I was so eager to feel his cock inside me that I didn't care at all about his age! Naughty me!

"Great, let's say around 4 p.m.?"

"Yes, 4 p.m. would work for me."

"Okay, then I'll see you later at my place. Wait, I'll just quickly write down my address for you. I'll also give you my cell phone number, just in case something comes up."

"Don't worry, nothing will interfere. Luckily, when it comes to work, no one interferes."

"Great," I said, but still gave him the piece of paper with my cell phone number.

"Then I'll see you at 4 p.m. at my place. I'm looking forward to it! Now I don't want to waste any more of your time, after all, it's your break now!"

"No problem, Ms. Unger. I'm looking forward to it too!"

Smiling, he disappeared from the classroom, leaving me with an even wider smile. The moment when the dreary time without a cock in my pussy would finally be over was within reach. When I thought about what kind of cock that would be, the long wait would be worth it. Now all I had to do was think about how best to make sure the trap would snap shut and Mark wouldn't be able to escape me.

The rest of the morning dragged on. My nervousness grew with each lesson, but I didn't let it show. Fortunately, I was well-versed in my subjects, and so, even though it wasn't entirely easy, I managed to get through the material in a way that made me feel satisfied with myself.

When I got home, the first thing I did was jump in the shower to freshen up. I fought down my urge to masturbate again, fully expecting to get my fill of that same afternoon. Nevertheless, I stayed naked after showering to get myself in the mood for whatever this afternoon had in store for me.

Because I didn't want to waste any thought on cooking at that moment, I shoved a ready-made meal in the microwave, which I ate as casually as I had prepared it. My subconscious alone ensured that I repeatedly raised the fork to my mouth, shoving some unidentifiable mush into my mouth, the taste of which I didn't even register.

My thoughts were solely on the rest of the afternoon, or rather, how I imagined it would unfold. Did I really want to have sex with one of my students? Did I really want to jeopardize my reputation, risk my job, and perhaps even ruin my entire future? Thoughts swirled through my head and began to take a direction that completely contradicted my heated, erotic mood. A pang of conscience began to gnaw at me until I couldn't bear it anymore. I simply had to talk to someone before it was too late and something happened that I might later regret.

Paula! I had to call Paula! I could talk to her about anything, pour my heart out to her, and be assured that everything I told her would be kept confidential.

I'd dialed Paula's number so many times that my fingers flitted across the screen, entering the numbers on their own.

"Please, please, let her be home now and answer the phone," I prayed silently to myself. "Thank God, dial tone! Just please, no voicemail now!" I heard myself whisper.

The dial tone repeated for the third time, and I was fully expecting to hear Paula's voicemail message when suddenly Paula's voice freed me from my fears.

"Hello Bianca, my sweetheart, how are you?"

I breathed a sigh of relief. "Hello Paula, I'm so glad I reached you. I'm actually doing quite well, but then again, not so well. I have a rather delicate problem and I really need your advice because I don't know how to handle it."

"Delicate?"

"Well, how should I put it? It all started with a letter from one of my students." I told her about my project in which I asked my students to write down something about themselves in the first lesson. "Wait a minute, I'll get it and read it to you!" I unfolded the paper and began to read, automatically correcting the mistakes:

"Dear Ms. Unger,

your class today was absolutely amazing! It's a shame I got a B in math because otherwise I would have gotten one of them clover leafs from you too - lol.

Since you said we should just write down whatever was going through our heads. So I'll just write because its anonymous. It's really bothering me that I'm the only boy in the class who has never had sex with a girl. All the other boys in the class are always talking about all the experiences they've had with girls and stuff. I don't think I look bad or am different in any way. I've had girlfriends for a short time two times but every time something like sex started I've run away because I'm so scared that I might hurt the girl during sex. When I was showering after sports, I saw that my dick is bigger than the other boys dicks. Much bigger! And above all thicker! It's even thicker than my wrist! That's really crap because I would really like to have sex with a girl without her hurting herself. I'd like to go to the doctor and have my dick made smaller, but I don't dare. Is it actually possible for girls to have a bigger vagina that might fit my dick? It's a shame I can't ask you in person because of the anonymity and all because otherwise you might be able to help me. I can't ask my parents about that unfortunately. Somebody really has to help me!"

After I finished reading, there was silence on the line for a moment. However, I thought I could hear Paula's breathing.

"Hey, Paula, are you fingering yourself right now?" I asked, somewhat incredulously.

"Oops, you caught me! When your call came in, I was naked because I was on my way to the shower. I'm so sorry, but somehow the letter from your student just triggered a movie in my head, and I just couldn't keep my fingers still!"

"Well, you're a real freak!" I laughed, but then told her that the same thing had happened to me the first time I read it, and that my student's words had given me multiple orgasms. I knew I could trust Paula completely, so I told her the whole story, including the episode on the subway and with my colleague who caught me masturbating. When I told her how I'd arranged the meeting for this afternoon, Paula interrupted me.

"Bianca, you're a real sneaky bitch, and I don't mean that bitch in a negative way. Let me guess: You're feeling guilty now and want to know whether you should call this off or go through with it, right?"

"You know me really well!" I had to admit sheepishly.

"Seriously, what else is there to think about? Is the boy of legal age yet?"

"Yes, he's eighteen!"

"Well then, let's get to those meatballs, or rather, that big cock! I wouldn't let an opportunity like that slip by, especially since you can help the poor boy out of his misery, and I know you're dying to indulge your savior complex. Come on, admit it, I'm right, am I?"

"Well, I don't really know..."

"Come on, sweetie, stop being like that. Either you go through with it or I'll come over and take care of your student myself!"

To emphasize her words, Paula told me that during her internship, she once gave one of her students a blowjob because she found the boy so cute and irresistible.

"You can't be serious, can you!"

"But why not? It certainly didn't hurt him, and I really enjoyed it. The boy, Andreas by the way, hasn't been my student for a long time, but he's been coming to me at least once a week to fuck me properly ever since. If I didn't have Andreas, it would be pretty hard for me to be solo otherwise. His cock isn't exactly amazingly big, but it gets hard again immediately after he cums. That's the advantage of boys that age!"

"But why didn't you ever tell me about your teenage lover?" I asked, amazed. I found it hard to believe what Paula was telling me so openly.

"Come on, Bianca, I'm sure I can keep a secret or two to myself. And besides, I just told you, right? And you know what? I'm going to hang up now, because you probably still have a few preparations to make before your toy boy comes to visit you. Have fun, sweetie, and be sure to call me later, even if it's way past midnight. I definitely want you to tell me everything down to the smallest detail, you hear me? So don't you dare forget to phone me! Ciao, Bella!"

"But..."

Paula hung up, and my guilty conscience suddenly vanished! While I'd already been certain of my decision before, Paula's words now finally convinced me that nothing and no one would deter me from my plan. I still had plenty of time, so I set about tidying up my apartment. After all, everything should look nice and cosy when I finally welcomed male visitors back into my bedroom after an endlessly long break.

Thinking about my bedroom, an idea came to me. On my nightstand was a picture frame with a photo of Felix, my cat who died last spring. I took the frame and undid the clips on the back. Carefully, I removed the photo and placed it safely under a pile of laundry in my closet, after first giving my beloved Felix a kiss on the forehead.

I took my pocket camera from my desk, which still had a memory card with very revealing pictures of me and my ex. We had taken them when we were hausesitting at my parents' house two years ago. At the time, we had the house and garden all to ourselves, and since the garden is completely secluded from view by high hedges, we regularly hung out there naked. This gave us the idea to take photos of each other naked.

I pressed the eject button next to the card slot, removed the SD card from the camera, and inserted it into the slot of my laptop. After a few seconds, the menu opened, showing me the contents of the memory card. I quickly found the right folder and clicked on it.

An overview opened in front of me with almost three-digit numbers of images. I clicked on the first image and selected automatic image playback to display all the images one after the other. An unpleasant feeling spread in my stomach when I saw the pictures of my ex, in which he held his erect cock up to the camera like a proud rooster. I quickly deleted these pictures, after abandoning the idea of ​​publishing them anywhere as revenge against him.

After about 20 pictures, the first picture of me finally appeared, and at the sight of it, I clapped my hand over my mouth in shock. Had I really posed so revealingly in front of the camera back then? The very first picture showed me lying on the grass with my legs spread, my inner labia protruding. The next picture was truly something special, because my friend had zoomed in so close that my pussy alone filled the entire frame. This picture was so obscene that you could almost see so deep into my vagina that you could count my teeth! One click, and this picture, too, disappeared from the memory card! Many more pictures followed, of which I shortlisted five and transferred them to my laptop.

For minutes, I clicked back and forth between the five images until I settled on one that showed me lying on my stomach, feet facing the viewer. My legs were wide open, my right knee bent as far forward as possible, so my private parts were clearly visible. You didn't even have to look closely to see the moisture of my inner labia glistening in the sunlight, giving the image an almost pornographic appeal. My butt was particularly well captured, which I'm really proud of. By crossing my right arm behind my head and turning my upper body slightly toward the camera, my breasts were also particularly well-illustrated, appearing larger than they actually were in this position.

In the printer menu, I selected the highest possible quality setting before waking my printer from sleep mode by clicking on the printer icon. A few moments later, I held my razor-sharp color photo in my hands. In this format, it fit exactly into the picture frame. Perfect! After putting the frame back in its place, I glanced at the clock. There was still plenty of time. Unfortunately! I wonder how Mark would react if he discovered this revealing picture of me in my bedroom? I'd make sure he discovered it!

I kept looking at my watch because I could hardly stand it anymore. For the life of me, I couldn't remember ever feeling such anticipation for sex in my life! I could hardly stand it anymore and pressed my hand longingly against my vulva. "Oh God," I thought. I hadn't even shaved yet! My stubble pricked my hand, scratching. After all, I didn't want it to scratch Makt's tongue if I could get him to lick me.

I ran to the bathroom, grabbed the can of shaving cream, and squeezed a large flake into my hand, which I evenly spread over my pubic area. I fought down the urge to touch my clitoris with all my might. No, I was absolutely certain, I would let Mark give me my next orgasm and would let nothing and no one deter me from this firm decision. With concentration and discipline, I mowed my lawn with the sharp razor blade, then applied some pleasantly cooling balm, and sat contentedly contemplating my work.

At 2:30, I finally decided it was time to get dressed. First, I put on my red lace underwear. The panties were almost see-through in the crotch and didn't hide anything! The cups of the top had a playful lace trim, which would be quite visible with a blouse with a correspondingly low neckline.

"Too slutty" was my first impression when I looked at myself in the mirror. I didn't want the poor boy's eyes to pop out of his head when I opened the door. So I decided to simply skip the bra altogether and wear a light blouse, which, depending on the light, would reveal more than it concealed. Underneath skin-tight stretch jeans, which showed off my butt particularly well, I would wear a sinful, nothing-at-all black thong, which was essentially just thin straps and a tiny triangle of fabric. Just a little less fabric and it would have been a belt!

I twirled around in front of the mirror again. I actually liked what I saw. On the other hand, I imagined how awkward it would be to peel myself out of these tight jeans at the moment of truth. No, I needed something different, something as practical as possible. My choice fell on simple sweatpants. Form-fitting, snug, soft, and quite sexy! I could keep the blouse on, because they fit really well. But what should I wear under the sweatpants? This question was easy to answer: Nothing!

So I presented myself in front of the mirror again, but flinched in shock when I looked at my own image. A noticeable wet spot stained the light gray of my sweatpants a deep dark, exactly where you'd expect it to be on a bitch in heat like me. How embarrassing! At least I noticed it myself before Mark saw me like that! Otherwise, I really liked the sweatpants and blouse combination. Luckily, I also had the same sweatpants in dark blue, a color that wouldn't immediately give me away! Just to be safe, I still put my black thong underneath. After all, I didn't want it to look to Mark like I was trying to get him into bed!

A quarter to four, and I suddenly remembered that I hadn't turned the doorbell back on yet. So I quickly flipped the switch back up to reactivate it.

Ten to four, and I started looking out the window every five seconds. Actually, I could have installed a motion detector downstairs in front of the house to alert me to Mark's arrival. Then I'd at least have time to put on a subtle perfume. But freshly showered was fine, purely from a smell perspective, so I kept sneaking glances down at the street until I finally saw him arriving on his bike!

A few seconds later, the doorbell rang, and I pressed the button. "Third floor, left!" I called into the intercom and stood expectantly in the open apartment door.

With foresight, I turned the doorbell off again, because I definitely didn't want to be disturbed by what I had planned for that afternoon.

Mark came up the stairs with long strides, taking two steps at a time. Would he have as much energy afterward if I had him in my bed later? That would be really promising.

"Hello Mark, nice to see you," I greeted him and invited him into the apartment.

"Hello Ms. Unger. Should I take off my shoes?" Mark asked. I was pleased with the boy's good upbringing. I had firmly decided that he would be a man by the time he walked out of that door, if possible, many hours later. Maybe even not before tomorrow morning!

"Yes, you can put them by the door. And you can take off your pants and underwear too, so I can finally take a look at your oversized cock!"

Of course, I didn't say the second sentence out loud, but only in my sinful thoughts.

"Would you like something to drink? Orange juice, Coke, water? Or would you prefer a beer?"

If it were up to me, I could have quenched his thirst right then by letting him lick my wet pussy. I was almost tempted to suggest it. My goodness, what a naughty bitch I was!

"Orange juice would be great, but water works too!"

"Okay, you can go into the bedroom and look around. Maybe you'll get some ideas for the aquarium then. I'll get you the orange juice in the meantime."

I showed him where my bedroom was, pushed him through the door, and turned on my heel to get the drink he requested. In the kitchen, however, I deliberately took a little longer than necessary to let him see my bedroom. Of course, I knew my naked picture would immediately catch his eye. If I let one hundred heterosexual men into my bedroom, how many do you think would just look at my picture? You guessed it: One hundred! And Mark would be no different from these men! No way!

With the orange juice in my hand, I crept silently toward the bedroom and opened the door abruptly. As I suspected, I caught Mark staring at my picture. Unfortunately, he was wearing a work overall, the tough fabric of which prevented a tent from forming in his pants. Nevertheless, I could clearly see what I'd done with the picture, because his erection was clearly visible all the way down his right trouser leg.

"Oops, I completely forgot about that picture," I lied shamelessly, taking it from the nightstand and putting it in its drawer. "That was last year on vacation at the Baltic Sea," I continued to lie, handing Mark the glass of orange juice. "I'm sorry I didn't spare you the sight!"

"You needn't be sorry about that," Mark stammered, embarrassed. "You look breathtaking!" He looked shyly at the floor.

"Oh really?" I opened the drawer again and took out the picture again. "So what looks so breathtaking on me in particular?" I wanted to know.

"Well, e-e-everything. Especially your amazing breasts," the boy stammered, and I could see the agony he was going through at that moment. He was trying desperately not to stare at my picture too obviously.

I was so happy I felt like kissing him at once for his compliment, but I wanted to draw him out a little more, to stoke the fire that was clearly burning inside him.

"Well, I think my breasts are a little too small, don't you think?"

"Oh no, not at all Ms. Unger. I really think they're beautiful!"

"That's the first time a man has ever complimented me on my breasts. That's so sweet of you. My ex always thought my breasts were too small, and he kept trying to persuade me to get them enlarged."

"Your ex is clearly out of his mind. How could anyone not like such beautiful breasts?"

I thoroughly enjoyed provoking Mark into talking to me about my breasts. I enjoyed the effect this had on one particular part of his body even more, so I upped the ante.

"The only thing my ex particularly liked about my breasts were my nipples. How about you? Do you like them too?"

I think I went a bit overboard with that question. Mark's face was already as red as a fire engine. He looked down, embarrassed. Apparently, he didn't dare answer my question.

"You don't have to be embarrassed at all. It's perfectly fine for a young man like you to enjoy looking at naked breasts. After all, I also enjoy looking at naked men, which is why I like to spend my holidays at naturist campsites. You feel so free when you can show yourself naked, right?"

"I don't know. I've never been to a campsite like this," Mark mumbled, and I got the impression that I had perhaps cornered him a bit too much. I really had to be careful not to overwhelm him with my intimate questions.

"Mark, I think I should probably put that picture away in a drawer. Nudity may be the most natural thing in the world for me, but that still doesn't mean I should show one of my students naked photos, right? And that certainly doesn't mean you should tell anyone at school that you saw me naked. Are we getting along?"

I grabbed his chin with my hand and forced him to look at me. "Do we get along?"

"Oh y-y-yes, Ms. Unger, word of honor!" Mark stammered, visibly intimidated.

"Great, then that's settled. And you shouldn't tell your girlfriend that you saw a picture of me naked either. I don't want her to get jealous and make a scene later."

"But I don't have a girlfriend," Mark stammered, looking embarrassedly at his own feet again.

"What? Such a handsome guy doesn't have a girlfriend? That's hard to believe!"

"But its just like I'm telling you, Ms. Unger. I really don't have a girlfriend," he said, his tone clearly expressing his regret at the situation.

"Excuse me, I don't mean to offend you, but you're not—" I paused briefly here to make my next word sink in. "gay?"

"Oh no, Ms. Unger, I'm really not, but I just can't find a girlfriend."

"So I'd suggest we put the 'Ms. Unger' thing aside for now. As long as we're here together in my apartment, I'm Bianca to you from now on, if that's okay with you. And now I'd like to know why you're having trouble finding a girlfriend? As far as I can tell, you're an exceptionally nice, very good-looking, athletic guy with good manners. That basically makes you the ideal for most women. And when I see from the bulge in your pants what effect my nude picture had on you, I seems it's not because you've been neglected down there by nature."

"B-But that's exactly the problem, Ms. Unger, er, Ms. Bianca," Mark stammered, desperately trying to avoid my gaze.

"Wait a minute, what exactly is your problem? And please be so kind as to look at me when you talk to me."

Mark looked at me, guiltily yet deeply sad. I had the feeling he was about to burst into tears if I didn't help him out of his predicament very quickly.

"Well, that!" Concerned, Mark pointed to the bulge in his pants.

"What? I don't quite understand?" I lied again, without blushing. I looked at him, and when I realized how difficult it would be for him to answer, I pretended I was just remembering something I'd long since forgotten.

"Oh," I said quietly, looking deep into his eyes, "so you're the young man with this very specific little problem which I read about in his report?"

"If you ask me, it's a rather big problem!"

Now Mark's tears actually rolled down his cheeks. I was touched and couldn't help but take him in my arms and hold him tightly. His erection pressed hard and hot against my lower abdomen, while the poor boy began to sob heartily and clung to me for support.

"It's all good," I comforted him. Sometimes it's good to cry. It flushes sad thoughts out of your body."

I let him do it for a while, stroking his hair and his back comfortingly. It was extremely difficult for me to control myself and not rub myself against his cock, but I realized that this was absolutely not the right moment. The most important thing now was to gain his trust and allow him to let his tears flow freely in my arms. Crying is known to help shed old baggage and gain new confidence, and I would help him with this as much as I could.

"You're really sweet to me," Mark sobbed, and he hugged me tightly and began to cry even more heartily. We stood in my bedroom for minutes, holding each other and embracing each other. My maternal feelings for this boy almost overshadowed my erotic motives, if that still rock-hard penis hadn't left a lasting impression on me with its pressure against me.

"Come on, Mark, sit down on the bed with me," I whispered softly into his ear and released him. Mark looked at me with glazed eyes and complied. Still embracing, we sat on my bed, holding each other's gaze. "Now please tell me why you think you can't make love to a girl or a woman."

"Well," Mark said quietly, interrupted by small sobs, "I just think I'm too big down there to be able to do this."

"You mean your penis is too big to be able to insert into a woman's vagina?"

Mark nodded, and I could see his erection pulsing against the fabric of his pants. It seemed to work when I tried to further fuel his excitement by talking to him so openly about this topic.

"Would you like to show me your penis so I can see for myself?" I looked at him questioningly and thought I saw something light up in his eyes.

"Are you serious?"

"Oh, but how else am I supposed to tell you what I think when I haven't even seen your penis yet?"

"Really? I'm supposed to undress here in front of you?"

"You don't have to be ashamed in front of me. I've seen a lot of men's cocks, big and small. With a small penis, I could imagine a man not wanting to show himself to a woman, but with a big one, I don't really see any reason for that. Come on, stand in front of me and let me examine you."

Mark hesitantly stood up and stood in front of me, his cock about level with my face. "May I?" I asked, and without waiting for his answer, began undoing the buttons of his blue mechanic's overalls from top to bottom. When I had undone the last button, I asked him to peel off his sleeves, which he did with tentative movements. The upper part of his suit fell heavily back, where it now hung, prevented from sinking further in the pelvic area by the erect penis that held the fabric tightly.

With slightly trembling fingers, I pushed the fabric over the hard mound of flesh, which stretched the fabric of Mark's boxers to their maximum. Mark watched my every move closely as the fabric slid further down. Needless to say, I had intentionally bent over so far that he could see unhindered under my blouse!

"Come on, help me pull these tight pants down," I urged him, and with a combined effort, we finally managed to push the fabric past the massive bulge that had formed in Mark's boxer shorts. "Okay, step out of those pants, don't fall over!"

Mark laboriously pulled first his left foot and then his right foot out of the tight garment, and I helped him by pressing his pants against the floor with my hands. His erection was almost in my face, sending pleasant shivers down my spine to my wet pussy.

Mark stood in front of me wearing only his shorts and took a step back, embarrassed. "I don't think I dare go any further, Ms. Bianca."

"Now, drop the 'Ms.' and just call me 'Bianca,'" I begged him. "At least while we're here in my bedroom. Now come here and let me help you with your shorts."

But instead of coming toward me, he took another step back and looked at me uncertainly. "I'm sure you'll laugh at me or scream in shock when you see my penis."

I slid off the edge of the bed, knelt down in front of him, and hooked my thumbs into the cuff of his shorts before he could pull away any further.

"You can trust me. I'm your teacher, and I would never do anything to hurt you. You can even consider me your girlfriend while we're here alone, if that helps you trust me."

Smiling, I looked into his eyes, making an effort to look at him with particular affection and signal my complete trustworthiness. Only when I put a questioning expression into my gaze did he give me his consent with a shy nod.

I carefully adjusted the waistband. The shorts slid down a bit, revealing the first curly locks of his pubic hair. I pulled the fabric down a little further, and I couldn't believe my eyes when the base of his mighty shaft appeared before me. I looked up and saw Mark staring towards his midsection with eager anticipation. Our eyes met and lingered as I pulled the fabric further down, only noticing the shaft emerging before me out of the corner of my eye. I had already exposed a good two hand-widths of it and not even the crown of his penis was in sight! I couldn't stand it any longer, I finally wanted certainty to free this primal phallus from its prison, I wanted it to stand up before me and present itself to me in all its length and splendor.

With a bold tug, I pulled Mark's shorts down the last bit. As if by reflex, I stepped back as the hard shaft shot upwards like a catapult. If I hadn't stepped back, the hard penis would have hit me full force and probably punched me in the chin as it rose. But as it was, it stood erect before me in all its majestic glory, robbing me of my speech. A shiny drop of precum appeared on his massive glans, forcing me to fight down my desire to just lick it off with my tongue.

It took a few moments to regain control. At first, I didn't know what to say and just stared at him in stunned amazement. There was an almost eerie silence, in which only my heavy breathing could be heard. It was finally Mark who broke the silence first.

"Look, Ms. Unger, um, you see, Bianca, I told you it was too big!"

I slowly awoke from my trance and looked directly at Mark. "But no, Mark, I'm just stunned by how beautiful it looks. I've never seen such an impressive penis before. Girls must be crazy about you!"

"Are you serious? Do you really think it's beautiful?"

"Of course, it really is wonderful! I'd love to touch it, may I?"

I didn't even wait for his permission, but instead placed my hand around him, which I barely managed. As I slowly slid my fingers up and down the entire length, accidentally stroking the sensitive frenulum, Mark suddenly began to moan loudly. Before I knew it, his oversized cock twitched in my hand, and I got a massive load of his cum in my face, most of it in my mouth, which was wide open in amazement. More and more of his milky juice shot out of him, but this time it landed in my cleavage, as I had foresightedly bent the twitching cock downward. It took quite a while until nothing more oozed out of him, and only a last drop dripped onto my knee after he had lowered himself, pulling a long thread from the tip of his cock.

"Oh Bianca, I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to, but..."

"But no, Mark, it's all right," I tried to reassure him, still with a massive load of his cum in my mouth, which was noticeably affecting my pronunciation, so I swallowed it before speaking again. Mark watched in amazement as I swallowed his cum before licking the remains from my lips. "It's perfectly normal for a young man your age to cum so quickly when he's aroused by a woman touching his penis."

"Oh Bianca, I'm so terribly sorry that I came on your face and even in your mouth. And just look at your beautiful blouse, which I completely ruined!"

"Don't worry about that, Mark. I know many women who would have loved to have their faces and mouths squirted by such a handsome young man with such an impressive penis. If I'm honest, your sperm actually even tastes pretty good."

To make my words seem credible to him, I scooped a large lump of his cum from my cheek with my index finger, put it in my mouth, and licked it off with relish, which Mark watched in disbelief.

"And you don't have to worry about my blouse at all, because I'll just put it in the laundry. Cum has always come out in the wash without any problem so far!"

On a whim, I unbuttoned my blouse a bit, pulled it over my head, and carelessly threw it behind me. At that moment, I realized that Mark's semen was also running down my other cheek in thick clumps. I ran my index finger over it, and scooped up a large amount of the protein-rich glaze.

"Wow, that's quite a lot you squirted in my face! Have you ever tried it yourself?" I held my finger, filled with his ejaculate, in front of his mouth.

Mark looked at me as if I were out of my mind.

"Come on, try it. By the way, that's absolutely high-quality protein, the best you can get!"

Mark was visibly unsettled, but then shook his head. "If you don't mind, I'd rather not."

So I put my finger back in my mouth and licked that portion as well, as if it were a precious delicacy, which—between you and me—it truly was!

Mark looked down, ashamed and I felt sorry for him somehow, probably because he was completely overwhelmed by the situation. I was already beginning to doubt whether seducing my student was really such a good idea. Now that he was standing there naked and dripping with cum, I certainly wouldn't want to back out, especially since I was literally dying to finally feel that cock inside me, now that I'd seen it in all its glory.

But what about Mark? After he'd already ejaculated for the first time, this was a dangerous moment, as his libido had most probably diminished, just like the hardness of his cock. If I caught him off guard now, the worst that could happen would be that he'd get dressed again and disappear, leaving me with the feeling of a broken teacher-student relationship and, to top it off, unsatisfied. This absolutely couldn't happen!

As if God had heard my plea, I realized that Mark had not only covered my face, but especially my tits, with his cum coating.

"Wow, I must say, you really ejaculated an impressive amount. I can't remember ever seeing a man shoot that much cum in one go. I guess that's very close to the Olympic record! Look, my breasts are almost completely covered and look like frosted cake! Are you really sure you don't want to try? You're welcome to lick them clean if you want!"

I lifted both breasts towards him with my hands and could hardly wait to see how he would react. I could practically see how my words had flipped the switch in Mark's head. Or maybe it was the sight of my nipples, stiffly poking out of their slimy coating? In any case, it was clearly not just in his head where the switch had been flipped, because Mark's cock was already starting to twitch slightly again, getting closer to the horizontal with each twitch.

"But Bianca, I can't just..."

"Of course you can," I laughed encouragingly. "Now that you've not only shown me your wonderful penis, but even let me taste your delicious cum, that's the least I can offer you in return. Besides, you yourself said earlier that I've got great breasts, which is why it would even be an honor for me if you would lick them clean again."

Mark seemed unable to believe what I had just allowed him to do. He stood in front of me, completely paralyzed. Only when I grabbed his hands and gently pulled him down onto the floor with me did he seem to awaken from his state of shock. As soon as he knelt on the floor in front of me, he lowered himself to one of my breasts, placed his lips over the nipple coated with his cum, and began greedily licking it with his tongue.

"Hmmm, your lips feel so good on my nipples. You're welcome to suck on them if you like."

I didn't need to repeat this request twice. Like a little baby at its mother's breast, he had captured my nipple between his lips and sucked it deep into his mouth. This had its effect on his cock, too, as it had even regained all of its full hardness again, so I couldn't help but take it in my hand again and slowly jerk it off.

Mark seemed liberated and licked my breasts with perfect thoroughness until he had cleaned them of all traces of his own juices. Even after not even the slightest trace of his cum remained on my skin, he didn't stop licking and sucking. Now the sound of his breathing filled the room, although it seemed more like a moan that my hand on his erection elicited.

"Do you like being touched like this by me?"

"Oh yes, Bianca, it's simply wonderful to feel your gentle fingers on my cock," he moaned softly. "I always thought that would never happen to me!"

"Oh Mark, why shouldn't it? You've got the most incredible cock I've ever seen, and I think any woman would love to be in my place right now."

"Do you really think so?" Mark asked, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Of course. Just look at this beautiful miracle of nature I'm holding in my hand. This cock was created to please so many women who would die just to feel it inside them once in their lives!"

"Please don't make fun of me. Most women would run away screaming if they saw my cock."

"I'm not talking about lesbians, Mark, but women like me who appreciate a truly well-developed penis."

"What you're telling me sounds so good, but I can hardly believe it."

"Speaking of women. Now that I've seen you naked, you'd probably like to see me comletely naked too, right?"

With a tentative nod, Mark silently let me know that my guess was correct.

"Then let me get up and take off my sweatpants."

I slowly got up from the floor, even though I had to admit it was more than difficult for me to detach myself from his penis. With an elegant swing, I slid the cotton fabric over my hips, turning around once to give him a good view of my buttocks. With another swift movement, I also removed my thong and presented my completely shaved pubic area to Mark.

Mark's eyes seemed to pop out of his head. In any case, his mouth was open in amazement as I performed my strip show for him. Naked as I was, I bent down and grabbed his T-shirt, which he let me pull over his head without resistance.

"So, now we're both completely naked, which is only fair in principle! What do you think about moving to my bed? It'll definitely be more comfortable there than here on the floor. Come on, I'll help you up!"

Mark willingly let me pull him up from the floor. As soon as he was on his feet in front of me, I gave him a hard shove, sending him falling backward onto my bed. Before he knew what was happening, I was already on top of him. Just like yesterday over my silicone dildo, I knelt over him, except that now I had both hands free and could support myself on his chest. The tip of his cock pressed firmly against my lower abdomen, so I only had to slide up a little to feel it against my pubic area.

Slowly, I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself. I fully expected him to hurt me, but I definitely didn't want him to feel it. Our eyes met again, holding each other until I couldn't bear to break the silence any longer.

"So, my dear, since you promised to help me with the aquarium in my bedroom, I think it's only fair that I help you overcome your fear of making love to a woman. I'm going to prove to you that there's absolutely no reason for you to worry about hurting a woman with your wonderful penis. I'm even convinced that I'll really enjoy it now when you slowly and deeply penetrate me with your cock. Just lie there very still and don't move until I give you permission. Do you promise me that?"

"You mean you really want to have sex with me now?" Mark asked me, completely unsure. He still didn't seem to believe what was happening to him.

"Oh yes, Mark. But let's not talk about sex. Let's talk about making love, which is much slower and more tender. Passionate sex can be very exciting too, but if it's your first time, you should feel yourself slowly conquering the depths of my pussy with your wonderful penis. I would love nothing more than to let you experience that with me and show you that you don't have to be afraid to unite with a girl and penetrate her pussy with your penis, no matter how big it is. So, will you promise to lie completely still while I slowly lower myself to let your penis penetrate me?" I breathed, trying not to let him notice how aroused and impatient I was at that moment.

Mark nodded his head, but that wasn't enough for me. "Please tell me you promise!"

"Yes, I promise," he said in a trembling voice as I positioned his penis with one hand and let my wetness drip down onto him.

"What do you promise me?" I continued to probe, genuinely enjoying putting pressure on him to release himself.

"I'll lie very still and not move while you let me penetrate your pussy," he promised me in a soft whisper.

"Come on, tell me loud and clear so I can really rely on you!" I demanded, my voice rising, making him feel that I wouldn't tolerate any arguments.

I watched Mark struggle with himself, desperately trying to overcome his shy reserve. If he wanted his heart's desire fulfilled, he had to step out of his shell and let go of his inhibitions.

"Yes, Bianca, I promise I will stay still and not move while you lower yourself onto me and let my cock penetrate you!" he said loudly and clearly. I could literally see how a weight had been lifted from his shoulders and he slowly relaxed.

"There you go, it's working," I praised him, feeling his glans snuggle against the moisture of my labia. Unlike yesterday's experience with the silicone replica, it felt warm, soft, and pliable despite its firmness. I easily managed to wrap my labia around it and securely position it at the entrance to my moist paradise. I wouldn't make the same mistake as the day before again. I preferred to savor the moment and feel the magnificent penis in my crotch with all my senses. I felt the pulsing at my gate, but couldn't tell if it was his heartbeat or my own, which I could detect with my sensitive vaginal opening.

For minutes, I squatted over Mark like this, allowing my pelvis only millimeter-sized movements, allowing him to penetrate me ever deeper. I felt the stretching of my slippery muscle tube with indescribable intensity, but miraculously without any pain. I looked at Mark tenderly and stroked his stomach, chest, and face soothingly as I took him ever deeper inside me.

Basically, I felt silly, because having sex is one of the most natural things in human history, about which, when it actually comes to that, there really shouldn't be many words left to waste. Nevertheless, I somehow still felt like the teacher who had to fulfill her duty of care to one of her students. So, I spoke slowly and quietly to Mark to prepare him for what he was about to experience with me. Again and again I took longer pauses to give my words time to have their effect, so that his first time would not be a disappointment for him, but would remain forever anchored in his memory as the most beautiful experience of his life.

"Mark, we have all the time in the world to enjoy this wonderful moment together...

We can prolong it as long as we both want, without letting anyone or anything pressure us...

I know it's your first time, and I realize you might cum much sooner than you'd like. So if you do come, just let it happen and enjoy it to the fullest as you release yourself inside me...

You're still young and healthy, and that's why you'll get hard many more times tonight and, as far as I'm concerned, all night long, and you'll be able to make soft and tender love to me as well as you can have passionate sex once you have lost your virginity...

As your teacher, I know we shouldn't do that. But as your teacher, I can teach you math just as well as sex. So if you want to learn something and have questions, feel free to ask, and I'll be happy to answer anything you want to know...

And as your teacher, it would be an honor for me to teach you everything a young man should know about sex in order to satisfy any woman he wants to have sex with. There are no taboos for me, as long as we're both comfortable with what we experience together...

By the way, I don't use any contraception, but my fertile period was last week. So feel free to squirt your semen inside me without having to worry...

I will allow you to cum in my pussy as often as you like...

Also, please don't worry if I suddenly get a little louder. I can imagine that I will really enjoy feeling your penis moving inside me, and when I really enjoy something, I might get very loud...

If you feel like it, please don't hold back your pleasure and feel free to moan and even scream as loudly as you like. I would definitely be happy if you let me share in your pleasure this way...

There's absolutely nothing you need to be ashamed of while we both make love right now...

Just enjoy your pleasure and mine as we do it in unity...

Are you prepared to let your cock slide deep into my pussy?"

"Oh yes, Bianca, please just do something. Please don't make me wait any longer!" Mark begged, his voice trembling with excitement.

"Wait! I've just realized something very important. One should never make love with somebody without first kissing him passionately. Kissing should always come before making love. Kissing helps you build passion and confidence and touches the heart of the person you are about to make love with. May I kiss you, Mark?"

With his voice trembling with excitement, Mark agreed and watched with wide-open eyes as I brought my lips closer to his.

"Pleas close your eyes, Mark, and just feel how I'm going to kiss you now, just as I can hardly wait to feel being kissed by you."

My young lover obediently closed his eyes, while I kept mine open, contrary to the agreement, willing to keep this in my memory for ever. I simply didn't want to miss any of the sensations of this moment. Neither the hard tip of his cock, which had nestled expectantly at the entrance to my pussy, nor the sight of his features contorted with excitement, which confirmed my feeling that what we were about to do here would in no way be the abuse of a student, but rather a love act of complete consent.

As our lips touched, I remembered the first time in my life that a boy's lips had touched mine, full of anticipation for his first French kiss. Mark's lips were also trembling with excitement, just like they had with my first boy, so that I, too, felt butterflies in my stomach again, just like I did back then at the tender age of fourteen, and I simply had to close my eyes aswell to better feel the emotional touch with the sensitivity of my lips and tongue.

I carefully pushed out my tongue and gently licked his lower lip. Mark, who had surely expected me to boldly push my tongue into his mouth like an unexperienced teenager, had already opened it wide. However, I let him squirm, because first it was his upper lip, which I stroked with the same gentle touch. I teased his right and left corners of his mouth alternately, penetrating them millimeter by millimeter, only to immediately withdraw again, while I repeatedly gave his glans little contractions of my vaginal muscles, which made him moan softly into my mouth. Only when I felt I could no longer test his impatience did I place my lips firmly over his to meet his tongue, with which mine united in a passionate dance.

Wow, I thought at first. If this boy fucks me with half the passion he's kissing me right now, this night will truly go down in history!

"Okay, let's experience it together now," I whispered, my lips very close to his. Very gently, I ran my tongue again over his lower lip, then over his upper lip, before again joining his tongue in another passionate French kiss. I subtly lowered myself further and further onto him, letting myself be impaled millimeter by millimeter, two millimeters forward, one millimeter back, until, after what felt like an eternity, I had finally taken him inside me. His entire length!

I expected severe pain, but there wasn't any. Sure, the pressure against my cervix was very intense but by no means painful. It felt simply indescribable and wonderful, and not, as I initially feared, as if I were giving birth with every in and out. Never before had I experienced my own depths, my vagina, burning with desire, so wet, tight, and filled. The tremendous stretching of my love canal should actually hurt. But no, the opposite was the case. It was simply fantastic to experience all the sensors in my pussy stimulated so intensely!

I continued to kiss my student lying beneath me, feeling my full weight on him, and I simply waited until I would begin my slow ride on this enormous pole of pleasure.

"And Mark, did I promise you too much? Do you finally believe me that your penis isn't too big to hurt a woman during sex?"

"Oh Bianca, it's so hot to feel my cock so deep inside you," Mark whispered, tears of joy streaming down his cheeks, which I kissed away alternately on either side.

I stroked his cheek and gave him a loving look as I lifted myself up above him in slow motion, letting him slide out of me all the way to the crown of his penis. The distance my mucous membranes traveled along his hard shaft seemed almost endless.

"Well, if you think that's cool, just wait and see what you think about THAT!"

As my words left my lips, I lowered myself onto him a little faster this time, only to immediately pull away again. His friction against my wet walls was of an intensity that sent me into stunned rapture and sent shocks through my pelvis that almost took my breath away. With each thrust, I increased the force with which I absorbed him. The sheer girth of his cock caused my clitoris to be stimulated more intensely by his normal friction inside me, as if I had been involved myself. I could have screamed with joy to have the chance to experience this!

Only when I was absolutely certain that he posed no danger to me did I allow him to take action in turn.

"If you want, Mark," I moaned into his ear, "you don't have to hold back anymore. You can fuck me with more passion now, just like you've always wanted to with a woman in your wet dreams. You don't have to hold back and you can cum inside me whenever you want. I'm sure you'll be ready to fuck me again soon after that."

My words had the effect on Mark as if I'd let a fierce dog off the leash. As if his life depended on it, he began to force his fleshy dream cock into my pussy so hard I could hear the angels singing. Again and again, he impaled me with a mercilessness that left me no choice but to scream out my pleasure and the sweet pain he was causing me at the top of my lungs, and to counter each of his thrusts with all my weight.

As I had anticipated, it was a fierce but very short ride, because after just a few minutes, I felt Mark begin to pump again, even before my own orgasm could release me. With heart-rending moans, he ejaculated his cum against my cervix. What I didn't expect, however, was that his erection would only subside very slightly. My God, how lucky I was, because that meant I could continue my ride without having to interrupt it!

"Yeeeeeah, Mark, oh god yeeeah, you're doing so goo-goo-good!" I encouraged him. "Please keep fucking me—ah—if you—moaaah—still can."

Once again, my words had the desired effect on Mark. I felt his erectile tissue begin to fill with more blood again, stretching my muscular tube once more to its limits. It almost robbed me of my senses! Only now did I realize the incredible amount Mark had ejaculated into me. With each thrust, his sperm spurted out of my pussy, where it was wiped off by his cock at the entrance to my vagina and formed an ever-growing puddle on his stomach. The perception of his pungent scent, mixed with the sensual fragrance of my own juices, increased my desire immeasurably and made me tremble with every thrust, until I finally collapsed on top of him in a liberating orgasm, screaming and whimpering, and sank exhausted onto his youthful body.

Even though Mark would certainly have wanted to keep fucking me at that moment, I couldn't take it anymore. Our first ride together had completely worn me out! With my last bit of strength, I rolled off him, and his rapidly losing stiffness slid out of me like a slippery eel. I could literally feel the vacuum created in my vagina, and the moment he slipped out, it made a sound similar to a cork being pulled out of a bottle neck.

I gazed in amazement at the sleeping giant, who now formed a limp diagonal line across Mark's groin. My juices and his semen, which had completely covered him like a thin layer of frosting, reflected the dim light from my bedroom lamp. Mark obviously had a so-called flesh penis, because when flaccid, it was only slightly smaller than when fully erect. The increase in diameter alone was significant under the influence of his erectile tissue in its erectile state, because now, for the first time, I managed to completely reach around his shaft with my little hand. I looked into Mark's eyes while tenderly playing with his dormant penis with my fingers. I had truly made him a man which made me feel really proud at this moment. I knew he would now never again be afraid of having sex with any woman!

Before any wet accident could happen to my sheets, I bent over Mark's stomach and dipped my tongue into the delicious mixture of our mutual lust juices. Mark watched in amazement as I took in the entire amount, like a cat licking its food bowl clean after a delicious meal.

Normally, I would have licked his cock clean, but this time I deliberately refrained from doing so. I didn't want to arouse him again immediately, as I was more in the mood for cuddling and talking at that moment. So I took two Kleenex tissues from the box on my nightstand and gently dabbed the shiny slime from his penis before snuggling up close to him.

"And you've really never had sex with a girl?" I asked him.

"No, I've never dared."

"But you've probably fooled around with a girl at some point, right?"

"Well, it depends on how you look at it. I once spent the weekend with my aunt and uncle. They have a daughter, Mirijam, who was my age. When her parents had to leave for a few hours, my cousin deliberately planned for me to see her naked in the shower."

"How did she do that?"

"Mirijam was really quite a naughty girl. While she was in the shower, she called me and asked if I could get her a bottle of shower lotion from the cupboard. She must have put it there herself beforehand to have an excuse to call me."

"So what happened then?"

"When I opened the bathroom door, she simply pushed the shower curtain completely aside so I could see her completely naked. She didn't even hold her hands in front of her privates."

"Wow, that girl was pretty clever! And what happened next?"

"She then asked me if I would like to come into the shower with her."

"So, did you?"

"Oh, hell, yes, and I wanted to! My cousin has a really hot body, and I was super turned on by the sight of her."

"I can vividly imagine that. At your age, boys have a permanent hard-on anyway and react to anything with two breasts and a pussy."

"Yes, that's true. But Mirijam looks really great and has always been my dream woman."

"So you were masturbating with her in your mind back then?"

Mark looked rather embarrassed, but then admitted what I already knew.

"And did you fool around with her in the shower?"

"Unfortunately, it never got that far. I quickly undressed, and when I was standing in the shower with Mirijam, my hard-on, she looked at it in panic and suddenly started crying hysterically. And the most embarrassing thing was that I suddenly came and squirted all over her because I was just so horny and couldn't hold it back any longer. Mirijam then became even more hysterical, screamed at me, and threw me out of the bathroom."

"Well, that wasn't such a nice experience. Have you had any other opportunities where you were able to get a bit more intimate with a girl?"

"Unfortunately not. I did have two short-term girlfriends after that, and they both wanted sex. But both times I was afraid they'd react the same way if they saw my cock. That's why I always broke up with them."

"So that means you've never touched a girl's vagina?"

"No, I haven't."

"Would you like to touch my vagina? Or maybe you prefer if I say 'pussy'?"

"I think pussy is great. The guys in my basketball club always say 'cunt,' or 'fuck hole,' which somehow doesn't sound very good."

"Do you know that you're a very sensitive, emotional man, Mark? I think the women out there would fight over you if they knew what a great guy you are. But back to my question: Would you like to touch my pussy? I would love to be touched in my most sensitive spot by such a sensitive man as you."

While Mark and I chatted quietly, I continued to stroke his dormant penis, which seemed to have grown a little thicker again under my touch.

"You really want me to touch your pussy?"

"I can't really call it wanting. I'm really longing to be touched tenderly by your fingers. Come on, I'll show you how I like to be touched."

I took his left hand above his wrist and guided it to my stomach, where I placed it.

"Well, I'm sure you'll find the rest of the way on your own," I said, slowly spreading my thighs to show him myself.

"Don't be afraid to touch me, and I'll tell you which touches I like and which I don't."

Mark moved his hand tentatively down me, stopping every now and then.

"Come on, you don't have to be afraid. My pussy doesn't bite; at most, it purrs when you're being particularly affectionate."

Mark, of course, didn't want to appear scared, so he placed his hand rather clumsily directly over my pubic area. Since my labia were still wide open and very wet, he immediately inserted a finger as soon as he found the entrance.

"Wait a minute, not so fast, young man. You've given me so much pleasure with your big cock in my pussy, so you can't do much more with your little finger now. The truly sensitive areas, the ones you can touch to give a woman pleasure, are more on the outside. Come on, I'll show you."

I rolled over Mark, gathered all my bedding, including all the pillows, and draped them against the headboard of my bed as a backrest. This allowed me to sit up a little more straight so I could better observe Mark's fingers and, if necessary, guide him if he was a bit clumsy.

"Come on, sit cross-legged between my legs, Mark, that's the best way to see everything a woman has to offer."

Mark complied with my request, and after he sat cross-legged between my legs, I wrapped both thighs around him so that my heels were almost touching on his buttocks. This way, he could now be very close to me and use his fingers with plenty of freedom of movement, observing everything that was new and certainly very interesting for him up close.

"Okay, Mark, now I'll show you everything you need to know." With my own fingers, I showed him which were the inner and outer labia. I showed him where my pearl was and explained to him why it's better not to include it in our lovemaking right from the first touch. I also explained to him exactly which direction he should stroke my clitoris to give me the most intense and enjoyable sensations.

"That looks so hot up close!" Mark whispered as he saw my finger flickering over my clit. He listened in amazement as I explained to him that most of the clitoris is hidden away inside, and that these hidden parts can be stimulated not only with a finger, but depending on the position and angle of penetration, with the penis at their lower ends, even through the anus if one knew in which area of ​​the rectum the ends of their branches run. In case he wanted to stimulate a girl, or even me, anally, I explained to him that he would always have to lubricate his finger first, as otherwise penetration would be painful and unpleasant. I emphasized to him particularly emphatically that one should never penetrate the vagina with a finger of the same hand that had previously penetrated the anus, as this could lead to the transfer of intestinal bacteria into the vagina.

"And what if you do it in reverse?" Mark asked, clearly curious.

"I can see that you're a very attentive listener. So, for example, if you want to penetrate a girl's anus with your finger, it's actually beneficial if you've put it in her vagina beforehand. The finger will then be nice and slippery and slide in and out more easily. If you'd like, you can try it out.

"Really? You really want me to put a finger in your ass?"

"Only if you want. Honestly, though, I think it would be better if you waited a little longer and stroked my other sensitive areas first. Maybe you'll even manage to bring me to orgasm? The night will be long enough to also experience how to pleasure me through my ass."

Mark looked at me expectantly. It wasn't just from the size of his cock, which had become fully erect again, that I could tell he was literally dying to have his own first experience with the female sex with his curious fingers.

"Oh, I almost forgot, there are very few things you can do with your fingers on the outside of a woman's pussy that you couldn't do even much better with your tongue, if you know what I mean!"

I could literally see my words penetrating Mark's brain and being processed into his own thoughts. I waited anxiously to see if he would prove himself a docile student with his fingers and - hopefully - also with his tongue, after he had already earned a straight A with his cock!

Very carefully, Mark approached my pussy with his fingers. Particulary sensitively, almost reverently, he poked between my inner and outer labia, moistening his fingers with my lubricant. Curiously, he took one of my inner labia between his fingers and rubbed it to feel the texture and familiarize himself with it.

"Mmm, that already feels so goooood. Please keep going!" I moaned.

With astonishing dexterity, this still so inexperienced boy played the keyboard of my pussy and gave me unimagined sensations of pleasure that brought me very close to the brink of orgasm within a very short time, without him even touching my clitoris for a split second. Oh, what a talented student he was!

There it was, the first gentle touch of my pearl! As I had shown him before, he repeatedly slid his fingers over the right and then the left side of my clit, always from top to bottom with a little more pressure and from bottom to top with less pressure, just the way I liked it best, until he had me where I wanted me.

"Ohgod Mark..., ye-ye-ye-ye-yessssss...! Mmmmooooaaah, ohgod, I'm coming...! Oooooh yessss, yessss, yessss, yessss, oh Mark plea-ease don't stop! Yeaaah!"

I came violently under Mark's fingers. Again and again, everything in my depths contracted, so that I could only scream out my pleasure. At that moment, all I wanted was to feel him inside me, to be fucked by him again. Impatiently, I pushed his hand away and signaled to him to slide to the foot of the bed so I could free my legs, which I had wrapped convulsively around him under the impact of my powerful climax.

"Aaaah, amazing, Mark, that was so wonderful... yes, please come and love me... oh please love me... I've never been so hot in my life... oh Mark, please come and fuck me finally... do whatever you want to me, just fuck me finally...!"

Full of impatience, I spread my thighs to let him take me in the missionary position. Mark crawled on all fours over me. When I felt the tip of his glans above me, I guided it to its destination and raised my butt slightly so that it plunged into me—this time with ease.

"Oh Mark," I breathed pleadingly, "come and fuck me soooo slowly and deeply! Oh yesssss, Mark, that's so goooood...! Yess ... Fuck me very slowly and deeeep, yessss, fuck,...fuck,...fuck me slowly and dee-eeeeply!

Mark did exactly what I had asked him to do. This time, I didn't want a ramming rabbit between my legs, but a man who would take me to the climax with sensitivity and endurance. In a slow, steady rhythm, he inserted his rod into my tight canal again and again. The never-ending friction against my mucous membranes sent goosebumps up my spine. The tiny hairs on my skin stood on end, as if, like a cat's whiskers, they too wanted to absorb further sensory information to further fuel my pleasure. It was sheer madness to experience this endless friction again and again in each direction. In wild ecstasy, I pressed my hands onto his ass and repeatedly pushed even harder after he had already penetrated me all the way.

This time, it was me who came first, which was no surprise, since I was already at the plateau phase when he entered me. My vagina spasmed around his hard spear, exerting its milking function with all its might. But Mark was far from ready. He continued fucking me for minutes without changing his rhythm. He brought me over the edge twice more before I felt that he was about to be ready, too. Tears of joy literally welled up in my eyes, I simply couldn't believe it! Never before had a man fucked me to multiple orgasms! I'd only ever experienced this when I was being licked and fingered at the same time.

"Ooooh Mark, my love, come! Yeeeeeah, keep on fucking me with your hard cock! Shoot your hot cum into my starving pussy! Shoot everything you've got into me! Yeeeeah!"

I framed his face with my hands, pulled him down to me, and covered him with kisses as he poured himself inside me. Even more intensely than the first time, I felt his ejaculate hitting my cervix in the vain hope of conceiving a child. Lying on my back, I was able to concentrate much better on this deep sensation than if I had been riding him myself. I would have liked to have the answer to the question of where he got that enormous amount of sperm from.

But I was even more surprised that his thrusts didn't cause me any pain, as I had initially feared. This was surely because he strictly adhered to my instructions to fuck me very slowly. If I could get him hard again, I might even allow him to fuck me harder. But it would be better if I took the lead again when the pace increased and rode him again.

I waited until he slowly withdrew from me. The same sound was heard again, as the vacuum dissipated the moment he pulled his cork out of my bottle neck. The sound was simply hot, and if he hadn't lost a lot of his stiffness I would have asked him to push his cock inside me again, only to pull it out once more with the same sound.

Mark wasn't particularly hard anymore, but that didn't mean he'd lost interest in me. By asking him to sleep with me again a few minutes earlier, I'd interrupted his exploration of my pussy. He seemed to want to continue, because he slid down and positioned his head close between my thighs to examine my pubic area. Oh, how I love curious boys!

To make his task easier, I sat back down against the pile of pillows and spread my thighs again, so that nothing of me remained hidden from him.

"I'm so glad you're still curious about me, even though you've come so many times. Most men lose interest after they've cum. Many even fall asleep immediately. But you, my darling, are still interested!"

Did I really just say 'my darling'? The more I think about it, the more I have to admit that I've fallen a little bit in love with Mark! The second time he unloaded his cum inside me, I called him my love. But in my personal ranking of pet names, "my darling" ranked much higher!

"You look so beautiful, Bianca!" he exclaimed, as he curiously watched his own cum flow out of me along with my lustful juices.

"Do you mean me, or my pussy?"

"Actually, both of you. It looks so hot seeing my semen dripping out of your pussy!"

"Not only does it look totally hot, it tastes totally hot too. For some men, it acts like a magic potion when they lick a woman's pussy clean after having sex with her. It's said to be the strongest aphrodisiac."

"The strongest, what?"

"Aphrodisiac. A sexual stimulant. Some men need Viagra to get erect, but the real connoisseurs prefer a cocktail of semen and pussy juice."

Mark looked at me in disbelief. "You're kidding me, aren't you?"

"But no, absolutely not. Sperm is the most valuable protein imaginable. It's the purest elixir of life. After all, its job is to create life. When you drink it, you simultaneously absorb its contained energy, which for many men means they can get erect very quickly. Maybe it's even because you've licked your own cum off my breasts that you were able to fuck me again after you came a second time."

"And does it have the same effect on women?"

"Well, drinking cum definitely turns me on. Of course, it turns me on even more when a man licks his cum right out of my pussy."

"Are you serious?"

"Of course! For most men, licking a woman's pussy is the greatest thing ever. Nature even intended that men be attracted to the pussy juice we women produce. When a woman is in the mood to give herself to a man, she automatically produces the fluid that makes her vaginal walls nice and lubricated. This not only makes it feel more pleasant for the woman when the man's penis penetrates her, but also attracts the man with the scents contained in the fluid. These scents are also called pheromones. In the animal world, these pheromones play a very important role because they signal readiness for mating and automatically stimulate the sex drive. We humans often no longer perceive these scents because we are accustomed to washing ourselves with fragrant soaps or spraying ourselves with perfume, aftershave, or other scents that impair our perception of pheromones."

Mark listened attentively to my words while he continued to watch the trickle of his sperm flowing out of my treasure chest.

"If you put your nose right up close to my pussy, you'll definitely smell my scent. The way it's mixed with your cum now, the scent is even hotter and more stimulating. See for yourself!"

To emphasize my words even further, I spread my thighs even wider and pressed a little pressure into my pelvic floor, which automatically brought even more cum out of my wet pussy. I prayed to God that he understood my hint and didn't need more explicit signals from me to finally lick me. It was important to me that he came to it on his own, without me having to specifically ask him, even though I was growing impatient and could hardly wait to finally feel his lips and tongue between my legs. Please, please, dear God, don't let him be one of those men who don't care, or worse, are even disgusted by the thought of slurping down a freshly inseminated pussy!

Mark slid even closer to me, marveling at the natural spectacle from up close, and inhaled the scent emanating from his and my fluids deep into his lungs. I could literally see that he was struggling with himself and, in his inexperience, didn't dare to overcome his inhibitions. Oh my goodness! Did he really need another invitation? Or was he just too shy? Okay, I'll give him one last chance if he wants to get an "A" in licking too, after already earning two "A+"s for fucking and one for kissing.

"You're welcome to lick my pussy with your tongue and taste our juices. Go ahead. I'm sure you'll like it!"

"Do you really think so?"

To emphasize my words, I inserted two fingers deep into my vagina, brought them out again covered in a large amount of cum, and licked them myself with pleasure. I inserted both fingers all the way in again, pulled them out again, and held them right under Mark's nose. "Come on, lick it, or I'll do it!" I demanded.

Just as I had hoped, Mark grabbed my fingers with his lips and licked them. He actually seemed to like it, because he didn't want to let go of my fingers at all.

"If you want more, you'll have to get it from my pussy yourself!"

Finally, the spark seemed to jump over to Mark, because he slid closer to me again and gently placed his lips over my pussy, licking me very gently. After just a few moments, I felt him forcefully flick his tongue over my labia before he pressed his face between my spread thighs as if unleashed. Thank you dear God for hearing my prayers! Trembling with desire all over, I felt his tongue pushing its way between my labia and inside me like a welcome intruder.

"Oooh, yeah, that's exactly what I mean!" escaped my lips with a moan, as I threw my head back and closed my eyes, simply enjoying the images forming in my head, whimpering with pleasure.

As I predicted, he actually seemed to enjoy it, because he ran his tongue more and more expertly through my wet Bermuda triangle, absorbing all the liquid he could get with his tongue. As he did so, he repeatedly licked my anus with his tongue, because our mixed bodily fluids had spilled there as well. Again and again, he would briefly brush my clitoris, surely unintentionally in this case, which made me squeal with delight every time.

Of course, my reaction to his tongue didn't go unnoticed by Mark, and so he devoted himself even more intensely to my little pearl, now that most of his cum had flowed out of my vagina. His tongue flicked ever faster over my swollen nub, so much so that I began to scream with pleasure, and I bit myself in the arm to dampen my own volume and avoid unsettling my young lover too much. Within moments, this natural talent had licked me to another orgasm, resulting in me not only squeezing the last of his sperm from my vagina with convulsive spasms, but also enriching it with fresh juices from my own production.

Mark was completely thrilled by my reaction to his tongue play, licking and slurping it all up as if not a single drop should go to waste. The discovery of how he made me come by licking my clit seemed to fascinate him completely, as he didn't want to let go.

"Bianca, look! You were right, my cock is actually getting hard again!"

Mark stood up and proudly presented me with his almost fully developed erection, the sight of which still made me tremble inside.

"Come on, lie on your back. For licking me so clean, you deserve a special reward!"

I waited until Mark got into the right position and swung myself back into the cowgirl position I'd assumed before, but this time with my back towards him. "Now, I'm going to fuck in a position you can watch your cock disappear into my pussy. Come on, take your cock in your own hands and help it into my pussy!"

Mark was actually a bit clumsy at first. But he quickly got the hang of it and finally pushed his cockhead right between my wet labia, so all I had to do was lower myself onto him.

"So, how do you like what you see?"

"Wow, that's better than porn!" I heard Mark say behind me before my own moans drowned out everything in the room.

This time I really wanted to push it and find out if I could handle a hard gallop. After all, as the rider, I was the one setting the pace and intensity. So I let go of the reins and increased the force of my thrusts, taking Mark deep into my cave. The slapping and smacking sounds mingled more and more with my moans. I could have screamed with joy, because even now I felt no pain as Mark's hard cock plowed into the deepest depths of my snatch, powerfully colliding with my cervix with every thrust.

When I turned to him, I could see Mark watching the sight of our union with complete fascination. I was sure that this sight would once and for all remove any insecurity he had, and that he would finally look forward to pleasuring many more pussies with his cock. But now I was the one enjoying it to the fullest, because I was the one who was granted this sensual pleasure!

Meanwhile, Mark had grabbed my ass cheeks, which he forcefully spread to get an even better view of our copulating genitals. Oh, how this youthful curiosity excited me!

"If you put your finger in my ass now, you can feel your own cock fucking my tight, wet pussy!" I suggested, hoping, of course, that he'd immediately act on my suggestion.

"You really think I should put my finger in your ass?" I heard him groan behind my back.

"Oh yes, go ahead. You'll see how hot it is. But please spread plenty of my pussy juice on your finger first so you don't hurt me, okay?"

I felt him lubricating his finger on me and excitedly awaited the moment when he would push it into my back entrance. I knew I would never allow him that privilege with his cock, because at almost 27, I still felt too young for bowel incontinence. Therefore, I wanted to enjoy his finger in my eager asshole all the more intensely at this moment!

After just a few moments, I felt his fingertip probing against my anus. Hoping that I wouldn't fart when my sphincter relaxed, I forced some air into my rectum. Fortunately, this maneuver was silent, as I didn't feel a breath of wind on my anus as his finger penetrated. Instead, I felt another, much smaller, but still very agile intruder working his way through my shincter and into my rectum.

"Wow, how hot is that!" I was just able to shout to Mark before another climax took control of me and I could only surrender to the tremors that overwhelmed me. Like a freight train rumbling over a loose sleeper, causing violent shocks, rapid spasms in my sphincter and my muscle tube whipped me to unimagined heights of double-edged pleasure with equal frequency.

Looking back, I can't say what possessed me at that moment, but I suddenly wanted it even harder, wanted to take advantage of this plateau phase to give myself the ultimate orgasm. I quickly got off Mark, knelt on all fours in front of him on the bed, and practically begged him:

"Come on, Mark, fuck me from behind! Fuck my brains out! Let me feel your hard cock deep and hard in my pussy!"

Mark didn't need any further instructions from me. Before I knew it, he was kneeling behind me and positioning his erect penis, fully hard and large. As if he'd done it a thousand times before, he parted the wet curtain in front of my vagina with his glans and rammed his cock into my depths with full force—just as I'd wanted him to.

His very first thrust was a direct hit. A burning pain spread through my pelvis, as if someone had kicked me full force in the gut. As if by reflex, I shot forward to escape the monster inside me. I threw myself onto my stomach and tried to breathe away the pain, which fortunately, after a few moments of agony, I actually managed to do somewhat. Mark had lain down next to me and, full of concern, put his arm around my shoulder.

"It's okay, Mark. Nothing's wrong. I just didn't expect you to have so much power in your cock. I think we should go a little slower with the doggy style next time, just to be on the safe side."

Slowly, my breathing calmed down again, and the pain reduced to a manageable minimum. The shock of having caused me pain caused some of the blood to drain from Mark's erectile tissue, so that he was now only semi-rigid and pressing against my waist.

It was truly sweet how touchingly Mark cared about my well-being. I was almost afraid he was now blaming himself and feeling guilty. Even though I was the one who had explicitly asked him to take me particularly hard. So he wasn't at fault at all! So I turned on my side and looked him straight in the eyes.

"Please don't worry, I'm fine," I whispered, giving him a look that conveyed all the love and affection I felt for him. Playfully, I let my hand slide from his cheek down his chest, from where I continued my path across his stomach to his groin. As I stood up beside him, I grabbed his penis at the base, causing a blood clot. Within seconds, I had him back where I wanted him: fully erect again!

The pulsation in his veins was clearly noticeable as my hand slid up and down his slippery surface, wet with my juices, with a firm grip. With my tongue, I tickled his frenulum below his glans, eliciting a throaty moan from Mark. I moistened my lips slightly before, aided by a gentle suction, I let them dip down over the coronal rim, while my tongue made a small swirl over the frenulum.

"Oooooh yesssss, Bianca, please don't stop! Yesssss, this is soooo hot!" Mark moaned, his voice almost cracking.

He couldn't yet imagine how hot what I was about to do to him would be, but I didn't want to keep him in suspense any longer. Unnoticed by him, I spread my legs a little to insert the index finger of my free hand deep into my moist paradise. For what I had planned, it needed to be completely coated with my natural lubricant. Carefully, I slid it down over his perineum until I felt the small indentation.

Luckily, I had only trimmed my fingernails yesterday, I thought to myself as I increased the pressure of my fingertip against his anus with tiny circles. The movement of my finger caused a slight twitch of the surprised sphincter muscle. I waited for the moment when the sphincter released a little of its tension and finally pressed it into the depths into which it could now slide effortlessly.

After my finger had penetrated all the way, I bent him slightly and felt the warm tissue from the inside until I felt the slightly different texture in the thin intestinal wall above the prostate. Here, I gently vibrated my finger while simultaneously increasing the frequency with which my tongue played with the frenulum beneath Mark's glans.

Mark's reaction came faster than I expected. "Ooooh Bianca! Aaaaah, aaaaah, aaaaah, oooooh yesssss, Bianca!" he rasped as his cum shot out of him again without any warning. Following an instinct, he tried to pull away from my mouth, but I held him tightly and didn't let him escape. If anything, I sucked on him even more intensely, thereby extracting every last drop of his precious semen. Only when the source had completely dried up did Mark open his eyes and, breathing heavily, look down at me as I licked his still semi-erect cock clean, swallowing everything I could find with my tongue. After I finished thoroughly cleaning his cock, I slowly pulled my finger out of his anus, squatted on top of him, leaned down, and gave him a passionate French kiss to share the taste of his semen. Then I snuggled up to him and stroked his stomach and chest, simply letting him feel my gratitude for the best sex of my life. It wasn't long before he fell into a short but deep twilight sleep.

As a grown boy, I let him into my bedroom; now, as a man, he lay in my arms. I was sure that at that moment, sinful dreams sweetened his sleep, dreams that were anything but suitable for young people. A feeling of pride spread through me as I watched his eyes moving restlessly beneath his eyelids. I had truly fulfilled my role as a teacher with flying colors, enriching Mark's life with new confidence and a healthy sense of self-esteem, and hopefully with an unbridled desire for even more uninhibited sex.

After just a good quarter of an hour, Mark opened his eyes again and looked at me with a loving look that warmed my heart. We lay together for a long time, whispering loving words to each other, without thinking any more about sex. We were both so satisfied that we simply found it nice to hold each other in our arms and talk. It became clear that Mark was not only a very good lover, but also a pleasant and extremely empathetic conversationalist, with whom one could certainly have a deeper conversation. The longer I looked into his eyes, the more the feeling of being in love solidified within me. Without being able to stop it, my thoughts were already circling around us as a couple, secretly imagining what a future together might look like.

At some point, Mark snuggled up to me from behind and put his arm around me. Shortly afterward, I heard his steady breathing, the warm air on my neck and earlobe. For the first time in my life, I experienced being held so tenderly after sex. After he came, my ex always turned away from me and immediately fell asleep. Mark was the complete opposite. I could have screamed with happiness. What woman doesn't dream of this? The longer I thought about it, the more I felt that I might have found a partner for life in Mark, and the age difference was completely irrelevant to me.

I had no idea what time it was when I woke up to a tender touch on one of my nipples. Something hard pressed demandingly against my legs from behind. Instantly, I was wide awake again. I only had to lift my upper leg slightly, and Mark's stiff cock shot forward like a catapult, pressing against my still-sleeping pussy from below. Slowly, I began to roll my pelvis so that my pussy began to rub against the stiff cock. I could practically feel my labia swelling, opening to coat the hard shaft with their moist slick. I couldn't stand this much longer, so I put my hand under my hard cock, grabbed his precum-covered glans, and arched my back until the angle was just right. At this point, Mark knew I was awake, so we could coordinate our movements without saying a word. All it took was a small backward movement from me and an equal push forward from him, and I felt Mark making his way back into my depths.

What followed was probably the most sensual sex I've ever experienced in my life. We moved in silent agreement, as if in slow motion. Looking back, I can't say how many hundreds of times Mark pushed his cock all the way into my depths and then pulled it back again. It felt like a never-ending, tender caress over the entire surface of my vaginal walls, which were trying with all their sensory capacity to send every tiny perception to my brain. I felt like my orgasm was building for hours until it finally took over with force and erupted with a bang, while Mark continued to penetrate me at the same pace for another minute before he too began to moan and ejaculate inside me.

We made love twice more that night before Mark had to drive home because he had promised his parents he would take care of the dog, who was home alone and impatiently waiting for his food. If it weren't for the dog, we would have continued making love until dawn. So it wasn't until midnight that we said our goodbyes, but not before arranging to meet again the following afternoon. Full of anticipation, I stood on the balcony and watched him leave until his bike disappeared around the corner. The fact that I was completely naked again didn't bother me at all at that moment. While a bright full moon shone in the sky, the idea that a voyeur was out at this hour of the night, hoping to spot a naked teacher on some balcony, was highly unlikely to say the least. And even if that were the case, it wouldn't have bothered me at that moment. I had to admit to myself that I was not only deeply satisfied, but also completely happy and at peace with myself and the world. Nothing and no one could have spoiled my good mood at that moment!

The tower of St. Martin's Church towered above the rooftops of the houses opposite. Its clock already showed ten past midnight. The corners of my mouth twitched upward as I realized I'd never had so many hours of truly good sex in my life. How many times had I actually come? I didn't even know, but just thinking about it made me feel my pussy still wet. Should I really call Paula now? After all, she had specifically asked me to keep her updated on how my meeting with Mark went, even if it was so late. So I dialed her number, but this time I didn't have to wait long because she answered immediately.

"Bianca, I was just starting to wonder if you've forgotten me! Don't tell me you've been having sex the whole time?"

"Yes, we actually have!" I gushed.

"Come on, don't make it so exciting! Go on, tell me!"

So I told Paula in detail how I managed to get Mark into my bed. When I told her about the nude photo I'd put in the picture frame, she interrupted me.

"Tell me, you don't mind if I take care of my pussy while you talk, do you?"

I had to laugh out loud. "Of course you can masturbate as much as you like. Just please don't moan too loudly into the microphone, or I'll get horny again later!"

"Okay, I'll hold back. So go on, what happened next?"

Knowing how much pleasure I could give Paula with this, I truly didn't leave out any detail. I described Mark's cock and his bulging balls in great detail. As I raved to her about how delicious his cum tasted, I heard her climax for the first time. She completely betrayed her promise and let me share in her moans of pleasure. In the end, I couldn't hold back any longer and fingered myself while I continued talking. It was a strange new experience, having my first phone sex this way. Only after a good half hour did I hang up, certain that not only I, but also my girlfriend, would now be deeply satisfied and could hope for a very restful sleep accompanied by very erotic dreams.

* * * * *

The following weeks were filled with uninhibited, passionate, almost animalistic sex! Not a day or night went by that I didn't spend with Mark. Almost every day, I showed him new tricks on how to make a woman happy and satisfy her - in this case, me, of course. While I was sorry I didn't let him fuck me anally, it was simply too dangerous for me, and I had to compensate with mutual anal finger play.

Paula and Clarissa had already complained to me that I'd been so scarce lately. Paula, of course, knew the reason very well and shared my joy at my indispensability, especially since I repeatedly told her in detail about my experiences with Mark. I simply let Clarissa know that I was just beginning a new relationship, though I deliberately refrained from giving details. After all, she didn't need to know that I was having sex with one of my students!

Nevertheless, I woke up on cloud nine at some point and realized that I had criminally neglected a few things over the past few days. Things I absolutely shouldn't have neglected, like my job as a homeroom teacher! Several times, I found myself standing in front of the class completely unprepared and having great difficulty improvising to keep my cool. Things couldn't go on like this. I had to change the situation, and immediately!

When Mark showed up at my door again that afternoon, he was a bit surprised at first because I didn't answer the door wearing lingerie, nor was I already naked, as he had become accustomed to seeing me. Instead, I had dressed as unerotic as my wardrobe allowed. I wore an old tracksuit jacket over baggy overalls, a combination that perfectly concealed my feminine charms and didn't show off my figure at all. In my outfit, I hoped to immediately and effectively stop any thoughts of sex from Mark.

"We need to talk!" I greeted him at the door and pulled the bewildered-looking boy by the sleeve into the apartment.

Without a word, Mark let me lead him into the living room, where I instructed him to sit in my armchair. I deliberately didn't sit on his lap, but on the sofa opposite him. Mark must have gotten the impression I wanted to break up with him, because he looked at me, completely horrified, his eyes slightly glazed over. Ending my relationship with him, however, was not at all on my mind, and I had to convince him of that as quickly as possible.

"Mark, we need to think about how we want to proceed in the future," I said. "I'm slowly realizing that sex with you, as wonderful and hot as it is, distracts me from other things, sometimes even keeps me from it. This morning, I was completely unprepared and sleep-deprived at school again. You kept falling asleep in class after we fucked until almost 2 a.m. last night. This just can't go on. After all, you want to graduate with good grades, and I also want to be a good teacher to my students."

Mark looked down, shocked, and at first couldn't say a word. After a while, he looked me in the eyes, and I saw him fighting back tears.

"I think you're right. My uncle scolded me yesterday too because I installed a pane of glass incorrectly in a frame. I accidentally installed the side with the sun protection coating facing inward instead of outward. Something like that has never happened to me before."

"So you're in the same situation as me. This morning, I didn't even remember that I was supposed to give you a test. I accidentally left the assignments at home, so I had to improvise completely. I can't tell you how embarrassing that was!"

At least Mark laughed when I told him about my mistake. He assured me that no one in the class had noticed that I was improvising, which calmed me down immensely at that moment.

"Let's think together about how we can get out of this mess and still see each other regularly. In any case, it wouldn't be a good idea for me to stay your teacher if we want to have sex together in the future. You wouldn't believe how difficult it's been for me these last few days to behave inconspicuously and normally around you in class. I'm constantly afraid that I might give myself away. Maybe it would even be best if I transferred to another school."

Mark looked at me, completely stunned. "Are you crazy! Do you know what would happen in the class then? Haven't you noticed how the class has taken you to their hearts, practically loves you? You can't do that to them!"

Mark's words touched me deep inside. Yes, I did indeed have a good connection with my students, but I hadn't realized that they would actually love me. I was so moved that I couldn't hold back the tears. I started sobbing completely uncontrollably.

Mark lowered himself from the chair and crawled towards me on all fours. I felt him wrap his strong arms around me and pull me onto the carpet to comfort me. This was completely unexpected for me, as this gesture had nothing sexual about it; it was completely different in every respect from the youthful, impetuous touches I had previously known from him. Rather, it testified to the maturity of a grown and responsible man. I felt truly safe and protected in his strong arms, which, however, caused me to cry even more uncontrollably.

Mark simply held me wordlessly in his arms and pressed me tightly to him. I felt the liberating effect of my outburst of emotion, felt my tears flush out all the negative feelings and slowly allow me to think clearly again. I was still completely overwhelmed by Mark's words, which strengthened my emotional bond with my students even further than it already was. However, this only intensified the real conflict that was simmering inside me, because I had already decided to drop the class or transfer to another school, just to avoid losing Mark. I didn't want to be permanently confronted with the accusation of a sexual relationship with one of my own students.

"Tell me, Bianca, what would you think if I switched to the parallel class?" Mark interrupted my thoughts. "I even have some friends there from secondary school, with whom I get along very well. I don't really know anyone in my current class with whom I have any connection, except for you, of course."

"Are you serious? Would you really do that for us?"

"Of course! If I could continue being with you, I'd even change schools without hesitation!"

With his suggestion, Mark not only lifted a weight from my shoulders, but an entire rock formation under which I could almost see myself crushed. Could the solution to the problem really be that simple? Normally, I would never have agreed to Mark transferring to another class. But if he himself felt more at home in this class with his old friends, that would of course be a completely different matter.

The prospect of such a pragmatic solution, one that could lead Mark and me out of our deadlock, literally inspired me. Euphoric, I pulled him towards me and covered his face with countless kisses, ran my hands through his hair, and stroked him with love and tenderness. My heart rate began to race, and I felt myself getting wet. Yes, I wanted to make love to him, here and now on the carpet in my living room! I had absolutely no desire to fuck him wildly and uninhibitedly, as we had done so often in the past few weeks. No, I really wanted to make love to him. Tenderly and with all the feeling that two lovers could put into such an act just like our slow and endless seeming making love in our first night!

With a jerk, I pulled the old tracksuit jacket over my head, so that my bare breasts were only half covered by my overalls. My next move led me to Mark's T-shirt, which flew through the air a blink later and caught on the ceiling light above us. Grabbing Mark by the shoulders, I pushed him to the floor before I swung one of my legs over him and squatted over him, gripping him with my thighs and pressing my crotch against his slowly erecting penis. Our tongues quickly found each other and wrestled with each other, sometimes in my mouth, sometimes in his.

Mark seemed to be really turned on by me, because he kissed me more and more passionately, already fumbling with the zipper on my pants, frantically trying to pull it down, but in vain because it was very difficult to open.

"Slow down, Mark, calm down. We don't need to rush anything; we can take it very gently," I whispered in his ear to slow him down a bit.

"Let me do it," I said, stood up, and peeled myself out of the overalls, which didn't require unzipping at all.

Not taking my eyes off him, I playfully stiffened the straps from my shoulders and let the much too-wide trousers slide down my body. Lightly, I stepped out of the ball of fabric that had wrapped itself around my ankles and gave the unerotic garment a kick that sent it flying in a high arc behind the sofa. I now stood before Mark in only a white thong, the fabric already completely transparent at the crucial point due to my own wetness.

"Come on, undo the button and zipper, and then lift your butt!" I instructed him after grabbing the bottom of his trouser legs.

Moments later, he was lying in front of me in just his shorts. Satisfied, I noticed that a few drops of pre-cum had already leaked out, staining the fabric dark where his shorts bulged the most.

"Come on, lift your butt again!" I commanded again, freeing him of the last piece of clothing before peeling off my thong and throwing that behind the sofa as well.

Mark was half lying on the floor, half sitting, with his arms braced behind his torso. The sight of his erect cock, shaved just yesterday at my request, robbed me of my senses again and would have almost put me into fuck mode, weren't his wonderful words, which heralded a solution to our complicated relationship, still ringing in my ears. In that moment, I was simply happy, feeling like a teenager newly in love, and therefore needed it to be especially tender, loving, and, above all, persistent.

"Come on, Mark, please just lie back and enjoy. I want you to surrender to me and do nothing at all unless I specifically ask you to. Is that okay with you?"

"You can do whatever you want with me. I'll hold back and wait for further orders," he said, flopping down onto his back with a broad grin.

I stood over him with my legs wide apart and observed him from this bird's eye view. His penis towered almost vertically beneath me, making it easy for me to impale myself. However, I didn't want to make it that easy for either of us, so I squatted on his thighs slightly below his erect phallus. Full of anticipation, I watched the drops of pre-cum oozing from his glans.

Carefully and tenderly, I spread the clear and comparatively thin secretion over the rough texture of his glans until it stood before me, evenly coated and glistening. I denied myself the urge to simply suck the glans between my lips. At that moment, I didn't want foreplay; I preferred to feel Mark immediately inside me, to let him fill me completely, and to feel the tip of his cock against my cervix.

I moved up him very slowly, pressing his erection flat against his stomach with my vulva, and moistened the underside with the wetness of my labia, which slid like a slug over his bulging erectile tissue. I continued sliding up on him until his cock rose up behind me as if propelled by a spring, so that I could have grabbed it with my buttocks. However, I wasn't in the mood for that kind of game at the moment. So I reversed the direction of my pelvis, bringing his cock closer to the horizontal. Again, I slid my wetness over him, only this time I coated his upper surface with my natural lubricant.

His cock was so long that at the pace I was setting on him, it felt like an eternity before I felt the undulating texture of his glans, first against my anus, then against the lower corner of my pubic bone. Just less than an inch and I could feel his glans inserting itself into the center of my treasure chest. Without losing this contact, I slowly rose above him. His penis followed me until it finally rose vertically beneath me again, completely coated in me and ready to be engulfed in my warm and moist love pussy.

Goosebumps ran down my spine as I felt the bulging glans making its way inside me. I wanted to savor this feeling slowly at all costs. This time, however, there was no tentative back and forth, as with his deflowering, but only a consistent forward movement. More and more, I took him inside me until finally our pubic bones touched, making any further penetration into my depth impossible.

Breathing deeply, I concentrated on the wonderful masculine intruder that claimed every space within my vagina for itself, stretching it to its limits, and pulsing, held captive by its mucous membranes. For what felt like an eternity, I remained motionless on Mark, repeatedly tensing my muscle tube for several seconds to massage the mighty cock inside me and prepare myself for my upcoming ride on him. I gazed tenderly into my young student's eyes and enjoyed the soft moans my massage triggered.

"Mark, I want you to cum only when I give you permission. Do you promise me that?" I whispered almost inaudibly, but made sure he was reading my words correctly, which he confirmed with a nod of his head. I contracted my muscle tube again, but this time much more tightly, which elicited another moan of pleasure from Mark.

"Now I'm going to show you what it feels like for a cow to have her teat connected to a milking machine," I whispered again, looking into Mark's wide-open eyes as I rhythmically contracted my muscle tube with all my strength.

"But don't let your milk flow before I give you permission!"

I've always wanted to try the milking machine thing. I first read about this technique on an online erotic story portal, in an erotic story about an Aunt Sarah, in whose house in the Black Forest a whole horde of teenagers were introduced to the secrets of physical love. With my ex's small cock inside me, it didn't seem to make sense to try Aunt Sarah's technique. However, with Mark, I was able to get a good grip on him with my vaginal muscles, which I now did with growing enthusiasm!

Mark began to moan and whimper heartbreakingly beneath me. It was hopefully now paying off for both of us that I'd spent the past few weeks practicing holding back his orgasm for as long as possible. It certainly helped that he came four times inside me just yesterday: once in my mouth and three times in my vagina. I sincerely hoped that my strict instructions would also give him the mental strength to last as long as possible, because now I wanted to savor my ride on him for as long as possible!

After I'd already subjected Mark to this sweet torture with my milking machine for several minutes, and beads of sweat were already forming on his forehead, it was about time I thought about my own fun. Not that I didn't enjoy milking his cock. In the long run, however, this was quite exhausting for me and not nearly as satisfying as if I were simply surrendering to the friction of his cock against my mucous membranes while he thrust into me!

To Mark's visible disappointment, I stopped the rhythmic pumping of my muscle tube and let his cock slide out of me, completely relaxed and slowly. Just as slowly, I took him back inside me after feeling his glans against my outer muscle ring. I repeated this with stoic calm for several minutes, without varying my pace. The feeling of friction was so intense that after just a few moments, I had my first climax, but with a loud moan, I told Mark to continue to hold back his own orgasm.

"Aaaah, I don't think I can hold it back any longer," Mark moaned, just in time for me to prevent an ejaculation with a targeted clamping grip around the base of his penis, which I didn't want at that point. Mark was actually completely taken by surprise by my surprise grip, so he quickly regained control and was able to continue to withstand my slow-motion ride on his cock. It wasn't long, however, before he showed signs of an explosion again, as he began to push his pelvis against me, even though I had expressly asked him not to!

"STOP!" I shouted at him loudly, bringing his unruly wriggling to a sudden halt. I also stopped my own movements, although this was anything but easy for me on the verge of another climax. I looked at him lovingly to show him that my intervention wasn't a criticism of him, but simply meant to signal to him that I wanted to enjoy him inside me for as long as possible.

Okay, Mark, I'll give you permission to cum. But first, you have to solve a math problem while I continue riding you. It's not a difficult task. All you have to do is correctly recite a sequence of numbers from the multiplication table. But if you make a mistake, you have to start over every time, okay?"

While I was talking to him, I continued my movements on his erect penis at the slow pace I had previously adopted.

"Nothing easier than that, how's the problem?" Mark moaned, waiting for me to ask him.

Okay - aaaah - tell me all the - moaaah - factors of the number - oh my god yessss - seventy-two - yesssssss, oooh yessss! - backwards - aaaaah yesssss - starting with the largest factor. Before I had even finished formulating the problem, another orgasm came over me. I would have actually allowed him to cum now, but I was secretly pleased with my spontaneous idea with the number sequence and was excited to see how he did with this task. Of course, I hoped that he would have trouble reconciling sex and math, make a mistake, and have to start over again and again. That way I could ride his cock even longer!

"So - ahh - what's the first number?"

I could see Mark, who would have solved such problems with ease under "normal" circumstances, struggling. Solving even the easiest math problem was quite a challenge while simultaneously fucking your own math teacher!

"Thirty-one!" came the first number, and I immediately noticed that he wasn't moaning anymore and was obviously more concerned with the problem at hand than with my pussy, which was constantly taking him in. But I moaned all the more because the nasty game I was playing with Mark was giving me a real thrill. I've never taught math this way before, but I'm really starting to enjoy it!

"Wrong, start over!"

You could literally see Mark trying desperately to concentrate on the math, which seemed to be difficult for him.

"Thirty-six!"

"There you go, it works," I praised him. "Next number!"

"Eighteen!" came the pained reply, after what felt like an eternity of me repeatedly devouring his cock.

"Wrong, there's a divisor missing! Start over!"

"Shit, I just can't concentrate on the math while you're riding my cock. Please, just let me cum!"

"Okay, I'll make it a little easier for you. I'm going to take you inside me for exactly seventy-two thrusts. You count out loud, and at seventy-two, you can cum. To make it a little easier for you, I'm going to ride you a little faster. If you're ready, start counting!"

"One," Mark managed to say, and I lowered myself onto him until I felt him at my cervix. As I straightened my knees again and let his cock slide out of me, I used my milking machine again and clamped down on his penis with all the strength I could muster, as if I were trying to stretch it out with my vagina. I saw his desperation and realized that he had long since wanted to recite the next number, but couldn't yet because I hadn't finished my way back. As soon as his penis reached the entrance of my pussy again, he recited the next number.

"Two," he groaned, staring intently into my eyes, and I followed the same pattern of movements. It continued like this, keeping the rhythm I'd set. At around thirty, I felt my muscle tube begin to contract rhythmically on its own. An unmistakable sign of another imminent climax, as I knew from experience. However, this time I concentrated on simply breathing it away, because I wanted to experience this final orgasm only when Mark poured his sperm into me. I hadn't yet been able to experience my orgasm with Mark at exactly the same moment, which isn't surprising given our very new relationship. Nevertheless, I felt in my heart that it would work this time, because all the conditions were right for a perfect landing.

At sixty, I increased my pace again, so that Mark could now count a little faster. I could literally see the desperate struggle he was making to hold back his orgasm in order to endure the remaining twelve thrusts. I didn't feel any pity for him in this situation, as I sensed that in a few moments he was about to experience the most intense orgasm of his life.

"Sixty-two"

"Yeeeeeah, that feels sooo good, keep counting!"

"Sixty-three"

"Sixty-four"

"Oh my god, Mark, your cock fills me so much! Keep going!"

"Sixty-five!" Mark's voice grew louder, which encouraged me to slump down hard onto his hard cock, producing a loud, smacking, incredibly horny sound.

"Yeeeeeeah, oooh yeeeeeeah Mark, come fuck me - mmmmh - now finally - moaaaah - seven more times with your big - aaah - cock and then squirt - oooaaaah - your milk into my milking machine."

"Sixty-six, sixty-seven, sixty-eight, sixty-nine, seventy," he counted, moaning and whimpering as I spoke, and rammed his erection like a suddenly liberated rabbit into my already twitching and still sucking love canal.

"Oh my god Mark, I'm coming! Are you coming - moaaaah - with me?

"Seventy-one, seventy-two!" I heard him call as if from a distance as he arched beneath me. I felt him flood me with his semen, which a split second later was noisily squeezed out between our violently colliding genitals, where it spread in a large, creamy gush over Mark's abdomen. Screaming out my own orgasm, I realized that I too was ejaculating, diluting his semen with my own ejaculate, so that it ran down him in streams to the left and right, soaking the carpet beneath us.

Mark's cock hadn't lost any of its stiffness, so I wanted to continue my ride even more vigorously. Desperately, however, Mark fended off my attempt because his glans was suddenly so sensitive after his orgasm that it could no longer bear the friction against my mucous membranes and even begged me to release his cock again.

Since the orgasm we had just shared was of an absolutely indescribable intensity, I couldn't be mad at him for needing a break. While I was a little sad that I couldn't feel Mark inside me immediately, what we were able to experience together felt like absolute fulfillment, and I could see from his exhausted but overjoyed expression that he felt the same way. So, I slowly withdrew from his well-lubricated cock until his head slipped from my indescribably gratified vagina.

What followed was the same spectacle I had already been fascinated to watch after Mark pulled his cock out of me for the first time after his defloration. A large gush of his creamy semen ran down over the tip of his head and covered his still magnificently erect cock with a thick layer, like a sweet icing.

Despite his vigorous protests, I insisted on licking all of the glaze off him, as well as a large portion of the fluid still on his stomach. I wiped the rest off with his T-shirt, as it was the only scrap of fabric I could find within reach.

Stretched out, I lay down next to him and snuggled close to his naked body, but realized that this wasn't very comfortable on the floor. So I persuaded Mark to move into my bedroom, where cuddling was more comfortable. Barely arrived in my bed when, after just a few moments, I felt his breathing calm down and take on a regular rhythm. From the corner of my eye, I saw his cock sink to his stomach, like a slowly closing railway barrier, where it remained just as limp as its gently slumbering owner.

I would have loved to sneak into his dreams and share in them. On the other hand, I was sure that I was already an integral part of his dreams and, if he woke up again, I could immediately fulfill one or the other. To be as close to him as possible, I pressed my body even tighter against his and closed my eyes as well, but I didn't fall asleep. I was still too shaken up by what I had just experienced, too happy not to savor this moment with full consciousness!

I couldn't say how long we'd been lying in each other's arms like that. It must have been late evening, because the sunlight was only dimly penetrating the cracks in my bedroom blinds. Apparently, I must have fallen asleep as well. The exertions of the previous night had mercilessly taken their toll. Mark was still sleeping soundly, like an innocent baby, when I suddenly heard a knock on my apartment door. It came to my mind that I had turned off the doorbell.

Startled by the sudden noise, I rolled sideways out of bed, careful not to wake Mark. Without thinking that I wasn't wearing anything at all, I ran to the door, looked through the peephole, and saw Sabine. Still unaware of my Eve costume, I opened the door and greeted Sabine as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Only when I saw her gaze wander down my body and was about to hug her in greeting did I become aware of my nakedness.

"Oh-la-la, what an appetizing sight to welcome you to!" Sabine laughed at me and entered the apartment as I made room for her.

I quickly closed the apartment door, not without casting a nasty glance at my neighbor's door, who was probably staring through his peephole again.

"Come in, Sabine, before the voyeur next door's eyes pop out!" I said, deliberately loud enough so he would have heard me if he had actually been standing behind the door.

Sabine gave me a look that made me feel completely different. I briefly disappeared into the bathroom, grabbed my freshly laundered kimono from the hook, and threw it on. This was when I realized for the first time that I smelled of unbridled sex from every pore, exactly the pheromones I had told Mark about. There were also a lot of still-drying traces of semen clinging conspicuously to my groin and thighs. What could Sabine possibly think of me?

"What brings me the honor of your visit?" I asked Sabine and invited her into the living room.

As we settled down together on the comfortable sofa, I wondered what she would think if she saw the damp spot on the carpet. Would she connect it to the distinct smells that filled the air in my apartment?

"You've been so scarce these past few weeks, and I just wanted to check in to see if everything was okay. I tried calling you, but unfortunately, I only got your voicemail. Of course, if I'd known you weren't alone, I would have postponed my visit until another day."

"How do you know I have visitors?"

"Well," Sabine said with a grin, "I don't suppose that's wallpaper paste stuck to your inner thighs, or are you renovating?"

I had to laugh out loud. I really liked Sabine's direct manner; it lightened the mood immediately.

"No problem, Sabine. You're not disturbing me at all. Besides, my visitor is sleeping right now. And I don't think he'll wake up as quickly, or as hard as he gave me today, after already standing up for himself four times yesterday!" I added, laughing.

"Well, it seems you've landed the right guy."

"If you only knew!" I replied ambiguously, unable to suppress a giggle.

"Now you're really making me curious!"

I thought about it for a moment, but then made a decision I hoped I wouldn't regret. It seemed to me that I could truly trust Sabine and that she would never betray me.

"So, it was like this..." I began and told her the whole story, starting with the content of the letter with which Mark had driven me crazy, to my ride on the subway and my painful encounter with my new dildo. I told her in great detail how I seduced Mark and made him a man. I also described in great detail what we had done over the past few weeks in my bedroom, in the shower, on the kitchen counter, on the sofa, and at night on the balcony.

"By the way, we did the last one right here on the carpet," I told her, pointing to the wet spot, " and I had the orgasm of my life. It was even the first time a man had ever made me ejaculate!"

Sabine listened intently to my words, shifting more and more nervously on the edge of the sofa. I didn't notice how she kept glancing under my kimono, which had now completely opened as I spoke due to my wildly gesticulating arms, revealing much more of me than it concealed. Of course, I didn't miss the pointed nipples poking through Sabine's T-shirt. My story had obviously aroused her greatly, and she was probably trying to imagine how big Mark's cock really was.

With a spur of the moment, I got up from the sofa, took Sabine by the hand, and pulled her behind me toward my bedroom. I carefully opened the door a little to make sure Mark was still asleep. Luckily, his breathing was still even and calm. It wasn't hard to guess what he was dreaming about, because his cock was standing upright again, like the mast of a sailboat.

"Well, did I promise you too much?" I asked Sabine, not without a triumphant undertone that even startled me a little. I carefully lifted the thin blanket that was stretched tightly over Mark's penis to give Sabine an unobstructed view of the magnificent piece.

Sabine had pressed her hand over her mouth and stared in disbelief at the image before her. "And he actually fucked you with that giant thing?" she asked me in a soft whisper.

"Not just once, but several times every day for the past few weeks. And you really can't imagine how much he came each time. It was sheer madness!"

I carefully covered Mark again, quietly pulled Sabine out of the bedroom, and closed the door, careful not to wake Mark. Only now did I notice the wet spot on Sabine's crotch.

"Oh dear, the sight of Mark seems to have thrown you quite off balance," I laughed, pointing at the minor mishap. "Maybe you shouldn't go out on the street like that again. Would you mind borrowing a fresh pair of pants from me? I'm guessing we're about the same size."

"To be honest, it wasn't the sight of Mark that touched me so deeply," Sabine whispered, her gaze lowered, before continuing after a brief pause, raising her gaze and looking me straight in the eyes, "but yours."

Sabine's gaze struck me right in the heart. There was so much warmth, grace, and desire in it that I didn't even know what was happening when I suddenly felt her warm lips on mine and a tongue that timidly tapped me. Deprived of all control, I let her do as she pleased and opened myself to her until she found my tongue and joined it in a tender dance. Never before in my young life had I been kissed so passionately! My entire body was ablaze within seconds. My body, which just moments ago had been utterly exploited and deeply satisfied by a more than well-endowed man, now melted away under the tender kiss of a woman!

Only in my subconscious did I perceive how gentle fingers slipped off my kimono before setting out on an exploration, exploring my skin so tenderly, so enchantingly, and so infinitely sensitively. As if guided by a magical force, my hands also became active, opening small buttons, parting a zipper, smoothing strips of fabric from the skin that ached for touch, plunging into warm regions, in whose moist depths they lost themselves.

"Come with me," I said quietly, took Sabine's hand again, and led her into my bathroom, where I opened the glass door of my large shower. After a few moments, a pleasant rain shower trickled down from above, enveloping us in a cozy blanket with its warmth.

"I haven't been with a woman in a long time..." I was about to begin, but Sabine sealed my lips with hers before I could continue. Only after what felt like an endless dance of our tongues did she let go of me.

"By the way, I also had my first time with my teacher," Sabine whispered, "before her boyfriend took my virginity."

"Not seriously? Did your teacher find out about this?"

"Not only did she find out about it, she even orchestrated it."

"Now you're kidding me, aren't you?"

"No, seriously. It was absolutely wonderful with the two of them. The three of us made love outdoors on the secluded shore of a lake. They were both simply gorgeous, and he was incredibly sensitive when he took my virginity. I still visit them two or three times a year and have sex with them."

"So you're not a lesbian at all?"

"No, I'm bi, absolutely!"

"Well, come here then, my bee, and sink your sting into my honeypot," I urged her with a laugh, pulling her closer and guiding her hand to my clean-shaven mound.

Sabine gently ran her index finger over my labia, which parted willingly under her gentle pressure.

"There's my sting," she whispered in my ear as she plunged all the way inside me.

At that moment, I moaned loudly, not just from pleasure, but also from shock. Through the glass, I suddenly saw Mark watching us both making love, his hand moving up and down his stiff shaft.

It took a moment for me to grasp the situation and regain full control of my consciousness. Without letting go of Sabine, I pulled the shower door aside and looked him straight in the eyes.

"Come on, sweetie, I think you really need a shower right now too. Come join us under the warm water!"

Only now did Sabine notice him. "Oh, young Adonis has woken up. Come join us and keep us company for a bit!"

Sabine and I looked at him invitingly. The image we presented to him must have been one of many young men's wet dreams, and so we didn't have to ask him for long to join us in the shower.

Now it became clear that my parents' decision to install a larger shower with walk-in access during the bathroom renovation had been the right one. It would have been a bit cramped in a regular shower, but this way we had plenty of room to move around, despite Mark's entourage, who took up most of the space.

I didn't mind at all that Mark had caught us in our lesbian antics. In fact, I enjoyed having him with us. Sabine also seemed very attracted to him, as my gut told me. Although Sabine tried hard not to let on, my feminine antennae picked up the signals, so it seemed necessary for me to give Sabine some support and break the ice.

"Wouldn't you like to soap Mark up a bit? His cock really needs to be cleaned of my pussy juice."

Sabine looked questioningly at me, then at Mark, but couldn't bring herself to act. So I took the bottle of soap lotion from the basket on the wall.

"Come on, Sabine, give me your hand!"

Without waiting for Sabine's reaction, I took one of her hands, the one whose middle finger wasn't currently inside me, and squeezed a large amount of the fragrant lotion into it.

"Go ahead. He won't bite. At best, he'll spit at you!"

Sabine and Mark both burst out laughing, with Mark's laughter immediately turning into a moan of pleasure as Sabine's slippery hand wrapped itself around his shaft from below and smoothly stroked it all the way to his glans, circling it several times. Again and again, she ran her hand over the entire length of the stiff organ, amazed at the size of the cock she was holding.

"Well, wouldn't you like to feel this magnificent cock inside you?" I asked her directly, meaning my question quite seriously and certain that Mark wouldn't mind delighting Sabine with his virility as well. A quick glance at Mark revealed no contradiction, but rather genuine interest.

"A very tempting offer," moaned Sabine, into whom I had now inserted two of my fingers, while simultaneously tracing small circles around her clitoris with my thumb. "But unfortunately, I have to pass because I'm—ah—currently in my fertile—ooaaah—period."

Turning back to me, she whispered in my ear so that Mark couldn't hear: "Tell me, are you trying to kill me? After all, I couldn't have prepared myself for this size with a giant dildo!"

Of course, I couldn't counter this argument, so I didn't insist any further. At that moment, all that mattered to me was that Sabine didn't feel left out, when a saving idea came to me. Even though I would have liked to feel her finger further inside my vagina, I pulled it out of my crotch. I also withdrew my own fingers from her to regain full freedom of movement.

I took the shower out of its holder and let the warm water run over the wall tiles until I was sure they were nicely warmed up before hanging it back up above our heads.

"Come on, Mark, lean back against the wall and spread your legs wide!"

Mark looked at me questioningly, but did as I asked. He was quite a bit taller than Sabine and me. With his legs spread wide, his erection was now at exactly the right height for the daring plan I had conceived.

Gently but firmly, I grabbed Sabine by the shoulders and guided her so that her back was to Mark. I only had to push her back a little, and Mark's penis pushed forward through her crotch, protruding quite a bit. It really looked as if Sabine had suddenly grown her own penis! After all, it was protruding far enough that it could still easily pass for a slightly shorter penis.

Goosebumps ran down Sabine's back as she felt the mighty shaft press itself against her labia from below. The shower trickling down from above had long since washed the soap off him, and yet she still felt herself sliding back and forth on him. She fought the temptation to actually take that shaft in, but resisted it, as her fear was greater than her desire. Still, she wanted to savor the touch as intensely as possible, so she placed a hand under the stiff cock and pressed it upwards to increase the pressure against her pubic area.

I watched the spectacle in fascination before turning around and turning my back to them. Just one step backward and I felt the head of Mark's cock pushing between my thighs and pressing hard against my perineum. I shuddered with pleasure as I felt Sabine's hard nipples against my shoulder blades, and it hurt to lose that contact again, but if I wanted to successfully complete my plan, I had to bend my upper body far forward.

So I slowly bent down, trying to steady myself against the opposite wall. The more I bent down, the further Mark's enormous head pushed forward. Just a little more and I could feel my posterior sphincter pressing itself against the tip of the spear. I actually wanted to dare to let him fuck me in the ass. With Sabine between us, I was sure he wouldn't be able to tear me apart with his enormous length. I only had to push my butt back a little bit to take the glans and a good three fingers of the hard shaft inside me.

Sabine immediately understood what I was after, took the soap dispenser, and thoroughly soaped Mark's cockhead so he could penetrate me more easily. This little slut couldn't resist pushing her slippery finger into my ass and also lubricating the opening of my anal sphincter.

"Okay, Sabine, now I'm going to fuck your cock with my ass!" I breathed, while forcing some air into my rectum to relax my sphincter.

I was both amazed and delighted at how easily I managed to let the tip of Mark's cock and a few finger-widths of his shaft penetrate me. While I moved rhythmically back and forth, I reached behind me, dipped my hand between my buttocks, and found Sabine's pleasure button, which I gently caressed with my fingertips. Sabine had meanwhile taken possession of my clitoris with one hand, while she was pampering my pussy with two fingers of her other hand, which sent indescribable shivers of pleasure through my lower abdomen.

"Come on, Mark, take care of Sabine's tits!" I encouraged the poor boy, who up until now seemed to be just passively enduring everything.

I was surprised by my own vulgar language towards him, as I wouldn't normally use that term with one of my students. With his cock in my ass, things were obviously a little different. At least my request helped to awaken Mark from his trance-like state, because standing in the shower with two naked and infinitely horny teachers seemed to have put him into a kind of shock.

As if my voice had flipped a switch, his hands suddenly awoke to new life, sliding up Sabine's flanks and sliding under the two firm pleasure globes, which he grabbed with a vigorous grip.

"Oh yessss Mark, grab my nipples!" Sabine moaned and turned her head back in a desperate attempt to steal a kiss from him.

He would never have believed he would ever experience something so hot and crazy in his life when he felt Sabine's demanding tongue in his mouth. The events of the last few weeks already seemed too good to be true, but this was truly the peak!

Sabine repeatedly interrupted their kiss to let loud moans escape her throat, which mingled with my sounds to create a lustful duo. The smooth walls of the shower stall acted like an oversized resonator, amplifying our voices to such an extent that they almost drove Mark crazy.

Sabine came first, and she came loudly! The fact that she couldn't create any space for herself during her explosion, mercilessly trapped between Mark and me, seemed to multiply her orgasm many times over. She moaned so loudly and heartbreakingly that it swept me away, too, and made me come with boundless lust. I was almost losing my strength, yet I wanted to finish what I'd started. I thrust five, six, seven more times, and I felt Mark powerfully unload into my rectum in several spurts. His ejaculation lasted long enough that I managed to pull away from him so Sabine could feel the last jets of his semen against her hand, which I had vigorously drawn up around his glans.

It took quite a while for all three of us to calm down again. Our breathing just wouldn't return to normal, because it felt like there was no oxygen left in the shower stall. The pungent scent of semen and vaginal secretions hung all the more heavily in the air. Never before had my nostrils been so intensely wafted by this erotic aroma, so I practically had to force myself to open the shower door to let the life-saving oxygen into our battered lungs.

Slowly, very slowly, our breathing calmed down again, so that at some point, only the sound of the water rushing down from above could be heard. A slight pressure on the mixer tap stopped this noise as well, and suddenly there was silence. Silence, and a moment of deep satisfaction that I would have loved to preserve for eternity!

Without having discussed it with each other, we turned to each other simultaneously and formed an isosceles triangle, the geometry of which continually dissolved as two of the three angles approached each other, merging in a tender French kiss. Naturally, each of the three angles was given equal weight. This was, of course, my highly individual interpretation as a math teacher, but I was convinced that Sabine and Mark felt the same way.

* * * * *

A lot of time had passed since Sabine knocked on the door. The sun had long since set, and a cool freshness had replaced the sweltering summer heat. Mark had already left us, having promised his parents he'd be home for dinner.

Sabine and I felt no need to get dressed again. I was so excited that I didn't even think it was necessary to cover my nakedness when the pizza delivery guy brought the Quattro Statgioni and the red wine we'd ordered. His longing look alone was priceless!

Of course, Sabine and I spent the night together. We made love repeatedly, and I was able to learn how wonderfully one could be brought to climax by a tender, sometimes even very passionate woman. Never before had I had so much satisfying and blissful sex in a single day and the following night!

It wasn't until 3 a.m. early in the morning, after Sabine had released my clitoris from the tender embrace of her lips for what felt like the thousandth time, that we cuddled up and held each other tightly in our arms.

"Would you like to tell me about your first time with your teacher and her boyfriend?" I asked Sabine after my last orgasm had subsided and my breathing had calmed down.

"Of course. Luckily, tomorrow is the weekend and we can sleep in," said Sabine, stuffing a pillow under her head and beginning to tell me the wonderful story of her defloration.

(Author's note: I'm still working on the story of Sabine's deflowering. It will definitely be a standalone story, which I'll submit for publication soon. Stay tuned!)

* * * * *

On Monday, my first stop was the principal's office. I was well aware of how difficult it is for a vocational school to find a teacher with my subject combination, and that made me feel more confident in my decision to be open with him. I confessed to my boss that I had fallen in love with one of my students and that I was fully aware that this was an absolute taboo. However, since the love was very deep and mutual, I saw no other option for myself than to change schools.

I could literally see the principal's expression crumple and take on a look of panic. Only someone who is a school administrator understands the work and effort involved in replacing a suddenly absent core subject and class teacher during the current school year. That's why his expression immediately brightened when I presented Mark's alternative solution to the problem.

Only after the principal was delighted to agree to this solution did I tell him my lover's name, whereupon the principal dispatched one of the secretaries to summon Mark to his office. A short while later, Mark was standing next to me, looking somewhat uncertain. However, when he saw my radiant smile, he immediately understood that the matter had clearly been resolved, and his suggestion had been accepted by the principal.

Mark and I were both so relieved and overjoyed that we fell into each other's arms and kissed passionately. The fact that the school principal was watching us with raised eyebrows didn't matter to us at that moment. As we were about to leave the principal's office hand in hand, he suddenly called us back into his office.

"So, as beautiful as I may find your young love, I expect both of you to behave discreetly in public. Do we understand each other?"

Giggling, we let go of each other and left the office demurely, completely refraining from holding hands. Instead, we would hold hands even more intensely after school to properly celebrate our unexpectedly gained freedom. A wonderful future lay ahead of us!

The End

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stuart writes Mon 19 Jan 2026 10:33:

Captivating 👍👏

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