A Very Busty Teacher Moves In Next Door, Episode 4

It was after a night of heavy drinking and partying, that Steve decided to call in sick at work. He had been invited to a friend’s wedding and it had been an exhausting weekend of ceremonies and eating, crowned by a big party night on Sunday. When Steve woke up the next morning, he still felt the techno beats pulsing in his head and his whole body ached from a pretty solid hangover. Blindly he fished for his phone on the bedside table, called his boss, muttered that he was sick and hung up before his boss could say more than “ok”.

When Steve woke up again it was already in the afternoon. His head felt a little better, but his stomach was still rebellious. With a tired moan he left his bed and stumbled into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and drank almost all of it. He rummaged his fridge for ingrediencies to mix himself some sort of hung over cure, but there wasn’t much he could use. He remembered that he still had Aspirin in his bathroom cabinet. But on his way to the bathroom, passing by his apartment door, he suddenly heard an unfamiliar noise from outside.

Steve had lived long enough at his apartment to know every noise in the house. He could hear if the elevator was going up or down, he could recognize the older gentleman next door by his shuffling gait, and the widow on the end of the hallway by the very specific rattling sound of her keys. He would recognize these sounds without even realizing that he heard them. They maintained the feeling of normality in his day-to-day life. But now there was an unfamiliar sound outside in the hallway. The elevator had opened his door and voices of boys spilled out, loud and cocky, laughing and talking. Their sneakers squeaked on the floor and their paces were irregular, as if they were running and shoving each other around.

It should be clear by now, that Steve was a curious person who loved to stick his nose into other people’s life, so he jumped to his door and looked through the spyhole. Overseeing the hallway, he saw 4 boys joshing around as they walked up the corridor in his direction. They were they skinny skater type, in baggy shorts, colorful shirts, middle long hair. They had their backpacks from school with them, and two of them were carrying their skateboards under their arms. Steve knew immediately that these boys were not part of anyone’s family in this floor. He knew the widow’s grandson, and the old man didn’t have any family. Maybe they got off in the wrong floor? I don’t think so Stevie, I think these little fellas know exactly where they are going.

Steve didn’t want to believe it. The boys kept approaching, apparently talking about some girls they went to school with. They don’t look like boy scouts that want to sell you some cookies, Stevie, do they? And then the group came to a halt in front of Miss Leanne’s door. That’s when the rational side of Steve’s brain started to fight against the dark and nasty thoughts, against the suggestion that it was those boys, who made his attractive neighbor moan and scream through the evenings. And just when his brain managed to quiet down those thoughts, by convincing him that she was probably just tutoring those boys from home, he witnessed another unusual thing in the hallway.

While three of the boys were still chattering about school, the fourth one lifted Leanne’s doormat, picked up a key, and let the whole group go inside. Still think they are here to be tutored, Stevie? Your neighbor left them her key under the doormat, so they could let themselves in and start their math exercises? Leanne’s door closed with a heavy thud and silence spread in the deserted hallway. Steve could still hear their muffled voices through his walls. And now he could hear Leanne’s voice too. It all sounded like a welcoming scene. He couldn’t understand what she or the boys were saying, but they were talking and laughing loudly and somehow that didn’t fit into that whole tutoring scenario. She left her keys out there, so they can come by and help themselves for a good fuck, Stevie-boy. That’s the kind of woman she is, face it!

Steve went into his bedroom, the room bordering with Leanne's bedroom. The voices were still unintelligible but much louder. You hear that, Stevie? They are in her bedroom! Who tutors in a bedroom? Steve heard the familiar noise of the springs in her bed, when someone sat down on it. A chair was dragged across the floor. The happy chatter and laughter continued, and Steve would have given anything to know what was going on in there. Another person seemed to have sat down on the bed and someone was kicking off his shoes. The phone! Steve thought, reaching for his cell phone, dialing the number from the toilet. He could hear the phone ringing next door as he waited for the answering machine to pick up. Beeeeeeeeeeb. There it was, a one-minute window into Leanne’s bedroom. He could hear their conversation now. It wasn’t the conversation of a teacher and her students. They talked like they were friends. The boys were telling her about some party they had been with some friends from class and Leanne was laughing about their anecdote. Apparently a boy named Mike had thrown up on a classmate named Janice at that party and Leanne said that Janice had it long coming anyways. The boys agreed. Seems like they don't like that poor Janice, Stevie-boy. The sound of somebody unbuckling a belt made Steve flinch. He heard a zipper, the sound of someone tossing a shirt or pants on the floor. A laughter, someone yelling “I’m ready!”, a soft female chuckle replying, “I see that.”. One boy was talking about a pokemon card, he couldn’t find in his backpack. “Forget the fucking toys!” some boy yelled and then someone must have jumped onto the bed. Beeeeeeeeeeeb.

Fuck no! No, no. The audio window into the other life had closed. Now he was back to muffled voices and the crunching and squeaking sounds of Leanne's bed. He wanted to call again, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Instead he pressed his ear on the wall. But soon the the conversation died down completely, and there was just the noise of the bed springs, as if someone was rolling around sleepless in bed. And occasionally he would hear a soft moan or sigh through the wall. It’s called foreplay, Stevie. She is getting them ready for a good long fuck. She is probably sucking their cocks one after another, while jerking the others off with her hands. Can you picture that, Stevie-boy?

He could indeed. His hand was clutching his phone like his life depended on it. Should he try another call? What if she picked up? Or if the whole thing just stopped? The truth was, he was to nervous and afraid of what he would do. He was aware how close to creepy he was. He was turning into a stalker, a pervert. But he couldn’t stop himself. There was a teacher with gigantic tits living next door, having sex almost everyday for several hours and now it turned out, she fucked her students… How could this not excite him?

The phone rang next door. Steve looked down to his phone. He accidentally had dialed the number. Beeeeeeep. Steve hastily raised his phone to his ear. There were whispering voices, there was the sound of wet kisses, there was slurping and smacking, and soft moans. Being an invisible part of this intimacy made Steve’s heart race and his dick rock hard. He closed his eyes and imagined sitting on the bed with them, witnessing the scene. Leanne kneeling in the center of her bed, surrounded by her students, holding a dick in each hand, while alternately sucking the two boys off, that stood in front of – beeeeeeeeeeeeb. Damn it!

Steve sat there in his bedroom; the ear pressed to the wall until his neck hurt. The noises next door picked up a rhythm, the moans grew louder, a regular slapping emerged. Fifteen minutes later the little orgy was at full blast. The bed rumbled like a freight train; and Leanne screamed like someone was turning her insides out. Steve couldn't even imagine how she looked like screaming like that. She had such a gentle appearance, those **** demanding screams from next door must have come from a different creature. Her tits started clapping again against each other and her belly. Sometimes she would yell and swear at the boys and the pace of the fucking would pick up even more. Steve couldn't but jerk off to this. And when he finished the rumble next door went on. God knows those boys were working shifts on that teacher, because it went on and on. When Leanne finally let out a very long scream and the whole movement next door seized, Steve had jerked off about 8 times. He was sitting on the floor, surrounded by used tissues, leaning against the wall, his head back, panting in total defeat. Outside the night was slowly making way for dawn. Steves balls felt like they shrunk to the size of raisins, and his dick was a hot painful limb, that felt as if it would never get hard ever again.