A Very Busty Teacher Moves In Next Door - Episode 6

Steve remained glued to the spy hole in his door until he witnessed his neighbor leave her apartment. She didn't pick up the key from underneath the doormat. His heart was racing when he realized what he was about to do. He struggled with himself. He could enter her apartment, she wouldn't be back for several hours and there was so little risk to get caught. But it was a crime, a serious offense. If she ever found out, god knows what she would do. She would certainly never speak to him again, probably worse. She could send him to jail. Carefully he opened his apartment door, like he was afraid to set foot into the hallway. His heart was beating through his throat. He didn't wear shoes, he made no noise at all. He checked the hallway, looked down the stairs. Nobody was in sight. There also were no noises from the other apartments, except from the old man on his floor, who had his TV running. As Steve looked up, he found himself in front of his neighbors door. Suddenly the door seemed to him like a dark maw, ready to swallow him and sending him to a dark place. To his feet the shiny key was winking at him. What are you waiting for Stevie-boy? That's your shot. Don't let that chance slip away. You can check out her bras, just imagine how big they must be. And how great they might smell?

His hands trembled so much he couldn't get the key into the keyhole. Nervously he looked around. Anyone coming? Maybe someone heard him? As he looked back at the door the key was inside the lock and some guiding **** turned it slowly around. Then the door opened and Steve rushed inside and closed it behind him. He did it. He was an intruder, there was no way back. Actually there was, he could just leave now and if he didn't get caught, nobody would ever know about this. Yeah, or you just check out the place first and afterwards you won't get caught and you'll live happily ever after. Fuck! Fuck it! I'm doing this, he thought. There is enough time. Then he took his first look around.

Miss Leanne's apartment was a lot bigger than he thought. How a teacher could afford such a big place was beyond Steve, but his dirty imagination had an easy explanation involving her landlord and her huge tits. The living room was the biggest room, with a broad window facade overlooking Aldana Park and the Lindsey Dawn Memorial. Pretty nice. The furniture was of Scandinavian design, sleek and cold surfaces, lots of squares and lines. Her black sofa and armchairs had sort of a sixties vibe, and on the coffee table was a red bizarrely shaped vase. There was a tall white bookshelf that covered the entire wall on the right sight of the room and there were some large picture books about architecture, fashion, photography and other things in it. He also saw a few family pictures and he recognized Leanne in the little girl on the discolored pictures. On the newer pictures, where she was a teenager her boobs made her quite recognizable. But the real eye catcher in the living room was a piece of art hanging about the sofa. It was a collage of erect plaster cast dicks: https://i.postimg.cc/7ZsQkZ2s/Demo-6.jpg

Bewildered Steve moved closer and stared at these dicks of different sizes and shapes. Above them, they had a little name pressed into the plaster. Mike, Kevin, Michael, Ahmed, Louis, Brad, Sebastian, Carlitos, and more. Where those... dicks from guys she knew? Steve couldn't believe it. This is a trophy collection, Stevie-boy. Your neighbor hunts for dicks like others hunt deer, and she hangs them on the wall of her living room, for everyone to see. Boy, I bet you didn't have this in mind when you wanted to search her apartment for something hot, did you? No, he certainly didn't have something like this in mind. He couldn't do anything else but stare at these trophy dicks in disbelieve. When he finally unglued his eyes from them, and went on looking around, he realized that one of the coffee table books was the famous Big Penis Book. God, this woman has quite an obsession with dicks, doesn't she? I wonder if you could impress her at all, Stevie-boy? Steve swallowed. He decided to move into the next room.

The next room turned out to be some sort of workshop. The expensive parquet floor was covered with linoleum and there was a workbench, a drawing table, shelves with tins and tubes of color, mugs filled with brushes, bottles with paint thinner, gauze bandage and other things. On the floor were sacks with modeling plaster, empty buckets and boxes. Leaning on the wall were blank canvases, scaffolds of different sizes, brooms, wooden boards with drawings on it. So Miss Leanne had a creative hobby and from what it looked like, she was the creator of that dick collage outside. On the workbench was a whole stash of plaster cast dicks, apparently waiting to be arranged and framed, like the ones in the living room https://i.postimg.cc/4xncHfYh/Demo-8.jpg . Steve was taken aback by the number of different dicks. Of course, for someone like his neighbor men would probably queue up to get their dicks made into plaster, but still. Who on earth was this woman?

Steve felt like he had already seen more than he could take in. It was like that day when he went to the museum of modern art, and after an hour he had a headache from all the different things he had seen. It was just more than he could handle. But he had to check out the bedroom, before leaving, who knows when he would be able to come back. So you are thinking to come back? You would break into her home again? Wow, Stevie, how fast the things change. Unlike her almost sterile and cold living room, her bedroom was vivid mess. The stench of seed, sweat and balls was mind-numbing. There were dripping half filled condoms dangling from shelves and chairs, a huge bra hanging from the ceiling lamp. Everything seemed to have just frozen in mid-motion. The covers were hanging over one corner of the mattress, like someone had just left the bed. On the night stand there was a bottle of vodka and a pocket mirror with the remains of a line of cocaine and some blue powder, that seemed to be grounded Viagra, because next to it was a whole bottle of it and the blue pills were scattered all over the bed and floor. Some pillows had fallen left and right out of the bed, just the middle one was still there and there was a clear dent where someone's head had been lying. Also, around that round hollow shape in the pillow, there was a circle of dark wet stains, spattered around like a halo of cum - a very thick and messy halo, they must have plastered her face completely. Steve had to think of that image he had in his head before, those 4 dicks shooting their loads into Leanne's face. Something like that must have happened right here. The doors of the wardrobe were wide open, one of the drawers was pulled out, like someone had been searching for the right bra. Steve walked over to that drawer, high from the fumes of ****, **** and sex, and he pulled a black bra out. It was the biggest thing he had ever seen, he could have fit his head in one of those cups and there would still be some room. He checked the label and he couldn't fucking believe it, and just the letter alone made him hard as he stared at it until it had burned into his retina.

It was almost 3 in the afternoon, when it dawned on Steve, that it was time to go back. He had been in his neighbors apartment for over six hours. He had been taking the atmosphere in, breathed the stench of pussy and balls, snorted the remaining line of cocaine and viagra and jerked off over and over again until he finally fell asleep for a while. He had lost all precautions in his horny frenzy, jerked off onto the bed sheets, the bras, the pillows, and just randomly into her wardrobe. Now, as he woke up, he panicked and looked at his watch. Fuck, he had to get out of here, quick. She could be back any minute.