Teacher Pt. 2

Chapter 1: Her First Time

I was propped up on my arms, Sumin nude beneath me in all her teenage glory. Her hair was still damp in places where, just a few minutes before, my cum had splattered her after she received her reward for her first blow job. It had been a fumbling thing on her part since it was her first time, but I had no doubt she would apply herself to the study of oral sex with thet same enthusiasm she applied to most of her other subjects. Her hand reached down, stroking my erection that had never gone fully soft, even after the earth-shattering orgasm she had given me.

Will we study more, she had just asked.

“This is your first time, right?” I asked her, softly.

Her eyes were staring wide up at me as she nodded. “Yes, teacher. My boyfriend wanted to do this but I said no to him.”

“Okay,” I said. “It’s probably going to hurt a little. Maybe a lot. I’ll get you ready and I’ll go very slow and I want you to tell me to stop if it hurts too much, okay?”

She looked a little nervous but said, “I know. I read about that.”

“Okay,” I said. “Just remember that you can stop anytime you want to.”

“Yes,” she said.

I began to move down her body, spending a few moments licking and kissing her breasts as she vocalized her pleasure softly. I would often moan in response, or make similar sounds of pleasure as I explored her with my mouth. Her hands came up again, running her fingers through my hair, as I slid further down. I wanted her very wet when we began.

Arriving between her thighs I kissed the top of her mons and ran my nose through her soft pubic hair, then kissed the crease of her legs inside each thigh, drawing out the moment. Moving my hands down in front I spread her pussy slightly, finding her clit full and inviting. I licked the outer lips and felt her shudder, then gradually sent my tongue up, trying to taste every millimeter of her teenage pussy. It was exquisite. It didn’t have a taste exactly, but being able to drink her in was so incredibly arousing that it was almost a taste on its own.

I had better access to all her sensitive bits than when I had licked her from behind and I took full advantage. I asked her a few questions as I went along, getting a better sense for how she liked it and she supplied me with a jumbled bit of instructions in English and Korean as her body was filled with all the new sensations that she was trying to sort out.

When she was moaning under my ministrations I reached up one hand and stuck two fingers in her mouth, which she sucked on greedily. She was so in the moment she actually bit me, earning a little grunt and an “ouch” as I pulled my hand back, grinning to myself. With my tongue making circles around her clit I gently inserted one finger into her tight hole. This got an immediate reaction as she gasped and started saying over and over, “yes, teacher! Yes, teacher!” I never thought the word ‘teacher’ could sound so sexy but hearing it in that moment gave it a whole new meaning.

My finger moved in a steady rhythm and she wasn’t experiencing any discomfort, so I slid in the second one. It was tight but it slid in smoothly. “[/i]Faster[/i] teacher! Faster!” she exclaimed. I started to move my two fingers in and out of her at a faster pace and then placed my lips around her clit and sucked gently, pulling her clit into my mouth and working it over with my tongue.

Sumin went off like a bomb. Her cry was so loud I worried briefly about the neighbors hearing. I’ve had mixed success with sucking on a girl’s clit in the past, some girls loved it, others didn’t. Sumin was obviously in the first column. As her orgasm moved through her she lost her ability to speak English entirely.

“Teacher, How…? I feel like I’m going crazy” She repeated over again.

I pulled back, letting her recover, and grinned as I watched her chest and her small breasts heave. I kissed her trembling thighs and that crease between her legs as her breathing settled. “Teacher, how do you know how to do that? It’s amazing”

“Just practice,” I told her. “And listening.”

“Amazing!” she repeated and laughed.

I got up and retrieved the condom from my pants pocket and Sumin watched with interest while I put it on. No accidental kids for this teacher, and I didn’t have any idea if she was on birth control. Seeing how the latex pulled tight around my cock, she asked, “Does it hurt?” Moving myself back to the bed and between her legs, I replied, “No, it’s fine. Korean condoms are a little too small so I buy these from the US. Korean condoms can sometimes hurt. They’re too tight.” Which was not a brag. I might be average as far as Westerners are concerned but in Korea I’m above average. Before I started shipping them in from the States, Korean condoms were a mixed bag. Either they were too tight, too short, or both. I’d tear more of them trying to get them on than I used. Thank the shipping gods for Amazon. And in the last few years Durex started shipping in standard-sized condoms, but they weren’t my preferred brand.

I set myself between her legs and grabbed the base of my cock, sliding it up and down her opening. She purred again, and watched as the head of my cock would emerge through the tangle of her bush and dip back down. She was breathing deeply and every so often she would look up at me. I told her how beautiful she was, how it was going to be okay and to stop if it hurt. She smiled and nodded.

When her hips were moving in rhythm with mine and she was panting, I moved to enter her. She sucked in a breath and bit her lip as I began to spread her opening. My cock looked massive going into her little pussy. “How are you doing?”

“Slowly, teacher,” she commanded, through clenched teeth. I pulled back, then slowly moved forward a millimeter at a time. Her hands came up and grabbed my forearms, squeezing as I continued to ease in a little at a time, then pull back out. This went on for a couple of minutes with a few pauses in between where I would lean down and kiss her gently, kiss her neck or suck on her nipples. She kissed me back hungrily and once she caught her breath and relaxed a little, we started again.

When I gauged that I had about half of my cock in her incredibly tight teenage pussy, I held still for a moment, trying to let her acclimate to the size and the feeling. It was so tight it was a little uncomfortable. I could feel every contraction and spasm as her pussy flexed around my shaft. There was a hint of sweat on her forehead. When I paused she looked up at me, eyes tight with pain, and asked, “Finished?”

I gave a somewhat sympathetic smile. “No, that’s only about half. Do you want more? Are you ready? Or should we stop? We can stop, it’s okay.”

She shook her head, biting her lower lip again. “Just do it, teacher.”

I leaned in close, bracing myself on my elbows, and began to kiss her gently as slid all the way in. A small squeal escaped her throat and she clutched at my back, her manicured nails digging into the flesh above my shoulder blades. “Teacher, oh my god!” she said again and again in a strangled whisper as she pulled tight to me and my cock began a slow withdrawal from the vice-like grip her pussy had around my cock. I hadn’t been with a virgin since high school and either I’d gotten bigger or she really was that tight, because I don’t remember my first girlfriend squeezing me for dear life. “Oh my god, Sumin!” I groaned back into her ear. “Yes, teacher!” she cried back, and bit my shoulder as I began to pick up speed. “Teacher! Teacher!” she cried with an explosive breath every time our bodies pressed together. “Do you like my cock,” I asked, my voice growling.

“Yes!” she grunted back as I began to fuck her harder. I was losing control. “Tell me!” I commanded.

“I like teacher’s cock!” she panted between groans and moans. “More teacher! I want more your cock!” I kissed her again, our mouths coming together hard, each of us pulling the breath from the other one. I sat up to get better leverage and I saw her eyes begin to roll back in her head and her body began to arch up. The only sounds she made now were whimpers, either of ecstasy, pain, or both. Her nubile body was taught with tension, her arms thrown out to the side.. I drove my cock into her again and again and I was very close. Her mouth opened and shuddering gasps began to explode out of her. I bit my tongue trying to stave off my orgasm just a few moments longer to fuck her through her own explosive climax. Her head thrashed and the bedspread was knotted in her hands as her body let loose with a strangled cry and she sagged back down. Almost immediately I pulled myself off of her, and got the condom off in record time. I began stroking my cock furiously as I aimed over her stomach and tits, my cum shooting from the head of my dick like it had wings. “Ahh fuuuuuuck!” was all I could really utter as the contractions caused my own body to jerk. Again and again I spasmed.

Once my muscles began to unclench, I rocked back on my heels and looked down to see Sumin laying there with her head rolled to one side, eyes closed and a look of satiated exhaustion on her face. My cum, while not as copious as before, had sprayed her well enough. It had streaked across her stomach between the small valley of her tits and landed in gobs along her neck and cheek. I’m not even sure she noticed, she was so lost in her own world of sensations. I stood gingerly, my legs barely supporting me, and then kneeled on the bed next to her. I moved my beet-red cock around in some of the cum between her tits and, once it was coated to my satisfaction, I placed it against her lips.

“Open your mouth.” I told her. Almost dreamily, she compiled. Her lips parted and I moved the head of my dick past them. I felt her tongue begin to work, taking the cum and swirling it around in her mouth before sucking hard. “Good girl,” I told her. Her eyes opened and looked right into mine as she nursed the head of my cock. I was still very sensitive and couldn’t handle the sensations long. I jerked, half in pleasure and half in that exquisite post-orgasm pain, as she began to suck more energetically and I had to pull away, gasping and laughing with equal measure. “There’s more on your chest, if you want it.”

Her eyes flashed at me and with a very naughty grin, she said. “Yes, teacher.” And she dutifully began to scoop it up and deposit it a little at a time onto her tongue, before sucking it down. She kept eye contact with me the whole time. God damn, she was sexy. And learning very quickly. I told you she was a good student.

Chapter 2: Homework

We lay close together in her twin-sized bed, our bodies intertwined. She was nuzzled into my neck with her hand stroking through my chest hair, and I was lazily running my fingers up and down the gentle curve of her hips and down her leg.

“Does it hurt,” I asked her softly. I’d gotten a little rough towards the end. I felt bad.

“A little,” she replied. “Maybe a lot. My… pussy?” I nodded at her correct use of the term. “Is a little burn. But it also feels very very good, teacher. Sooo good!” she said, with obvious pleasure. She pulled tighter to me. “I never feel that before. It feel like… bomb!” Her free hand shot up to illustrate her meaning. We laughed together.

“Did you like it, teacher? I think maybe since I don’t know how to do sex well, you are not feel good, too.”

I pulled her face up to mine, and kissed her deeply. “Sumin, that was wonderful. You were wonderful. I’ve got more things to teach you but this was the best first lesson.” I kissed her again and gave her tight ass a squeeze.

“It still hurts but… I want to do it again!” she teased in that cutesy voice Korean girls use sometimes. They call it aegyo. Google it.

“No, that’s enough for today,” I cautioned. “You need to rest. You will probably hurt more tomorrow.”

She pouted a little. “Maybe. Because teacher has such big cock!” she said with a laugh. I dug my fingers into her side a little, tickling her. She thrashed and squealed trying to push away but I held her firm. After a moment, with her panting and giggling, I said “My cock is not that big. Just regular. But I’m glad you had fun.”

“So much fun, teacher! Can we do it again next weekend?”

“Maybe,” I said, drawing the word out slowly. “If you do your homework.” That got the reaction you’d expect from any teenager the world over. No student liked homework.

I told her that her homework was learning how to masturbate.Sex education was a non-starter in Korea and I’d been with more than one Korean girl who had some serious issues about their sexuality. They didn’t even need religion to do it, although there was plenty of that. It was their society’s own inbuilt repression of women. It has been changing but it’s the kind of thing that will happen over generations, not all in one fell swoop. But because of that a lot of women grew up fearful of their own bodies, or thinking their bodies and their desires were dirty.

Sumin looked a little taken aback. “You want me to… Masturbate?” She used the Korean word, which sounds like jah-we.

“I do. I want you to learn what feels good for you. And if you orgasm a lot you’ll have more fun when we do have sex.” I could hear my teacher’s voice coming out. She still seemed reluctant to agree.

“Do American girls do that?

“Many, yes. I do it, too.”

That seemed to make it a little more palatable and she began to look very interested. “Show me!

I laughed. “Not tonight, sweety. We have to finish soon. Our lesson is supposed to end at 5:00 and it’s almost seven.”

She looked over at the clock on her night stand and nodded her agreement. “Then… can you send me video of that? I want to see it.”

“Maaaaybe.” I told her, before kissing her. “But for now, I have to go. And you need to get cleaned up before your mother comes home.”

“Yes, teacher.” And we both reluctantly got out of bed and started cleaning up. I wanted to jump in the shower with her. God, how I wanted that. But I could already see the discomfort she was in as we started moving around, she was likely to be sore for a few days, and I knew better. As long as no one found out, there would be time for that later.

At the doorway we kissed once more. “Thank you, teacher.” She said, softly. I picked her up again, letting her legs wrap around me, and she squealed. I held her for a moment, looking at her gorgeous face and feeling her body warm against mine, then gave her a quick peck on the lips.

“See you next week,” I told her, setting her down. I turned to leave and this time she smacked me on the ass.

I was grinning like an idiot when I got on the elevator. The whole time down my head swam with the memories of Sumin and her glorious body. I marveled at how energetically she’d thrown herself into her new… assignments. I already couldn’t wait for next Saturday’s class.

Chapter 2: The Video

Living and working in a foreign country might sound exotic to the uninitiated, but in reality after the first few months, it’s just like any other place. Nowhere you live can ever really be exciting and routines develop anywhere you stay for too long. Wake, wash, work, eat, sleep. That’s my life most days in Korea, just like any schlub back home, whether you’re working in a high rise office building or stocking shelves at the Piggly Wiggly. But now I had something to break me out of the drudgery.

Don’t get me wrong, I had friends, and there were occasional activities, but because of my work schedule I didn’t socialize in the bars all that often.