A Very Busty Teacher Moves In Next Door - Episode 5

In the morning Steve called in sick again. He barley slept because his neighbor and her friends had been at it the whole night through. He would doze off, his head filled with feverish images of Leanne's massive breasts bouncing, of cocks pumping in and out of butts and pussies, of Leanne’s gorgeous face getting distorted and ruined from lust and semen. When the racket next door finally calmed down, it was already early in the morning, on a Tuesday - time for school. Steve was determined to do something about his neighbor. He was still horny from the day before and his still aching dick wanted more.

The quality of the noises next door changed. The springs of the mattress squeaked slower, as people were getting out of bed. There were busy steps on the wooden floor and the voices changed to the lively tone of everyday conversation, occasionally disrupted by a grumpy grunt - apparently not all the boys were morning persons. In between was the cheerful laughter of Leanne. After a while the sounds became more distant and Steve heard the clink and clank of plates and cups, as the group had most likely moved to the kitchen to have breakfast. Steve looked at his watch. If school started at 8:00 they had about 30 minutes before they had to leave the apartment, he calculated.

Steve waited patiently behind his apartment door, occasionally checking through the spyhole. Then he heard it. His eye glued to the spyhole he watched the four boys saying good bye to Miss Leanne, kissing her on the cheeks, fondling her curved thighs and butt as they did. Despite of that, they seemed nice and almost a bit shy – not at all like the sex hungry wolf pack Steve imagined while listening to them fuck their teacher. As they left for the elevator they were deep into their conversation while Miss Leanne waved them good bye and went back inside. The whole scene reminded Steve more of a mother sending her boys to school, than a bunch of guys leaving after a long night of gang banging. What a sneaky little bitch, isn't she, Stevie? Hot and kinky, just how you like them. To bad, that she doesn't seem to care much for your age bracket, old fella.

Steve had an idea. He rushed into the kitchen and grabbed the half full trash bag from the waste bin. Then he waited at his door for Leanne to leave for work. As soon as she opened her door, he opened his door too, pretending to be on his way to the garbage chute. Oh, Stevie. You are such a sly fox. Oh hello there neighbor, had some fun last night, didn't you? Is that how you are gonna play this, Stevie-boy? "Oh Hello there, neighbor!" Steve said indeed but he got stuck right there, when his eyes fell on Leanne's incredible curves, pressed into a fashionable black turtle neck bluse. The weight of her chest stretched the fabric enough to let her skin and bra shine through at the most strained areas. Steve **** his eyes back up to her face and caught it smiling at him. "Oh hi, Steve! How are you doing?" Steve smiled back and played his small talk tape as he checked her face out. She had been fucking all night long and yet there was not one trace of fatigue on it. Her voice sounded a little hoarse, but that was all. She looked naturally beautiful and it seemed she barely used any makeup. Her hair was thick and wavy, like from a shampoo commercial, but Steve could have sworn it must have been a sweaty sticky mess just an hour ago.

Suddenly he realized his small talk repertoire was nearing its end. "I was just on the way to the garbage chute." He said lifting his meager waste bag like some triathlon gold medal. Great line, Stevie. That's how you get'em. Bravo. But fortunately Leanne nodded „Yeah me too", she said, keeping her garbage bag half hidden behind her. "Well let's go together then. Seems like this is going to be our thing." Steve joked and Leanne laughed and agreed. As they walked to the chute Leanne told Steve a little about her work, about the exams coming up and so forth, but Steve didn't listen. Bewildered he leered at Leanne's garbage bag. A hershey's wrapper, a bottle of shampoo, many crumpled tissues and condom wrappers – several dozens of them, Big Boy, Durex performax, Trojan Magnum, Extra Large, ribbed, flavoured... His eyes went back to her beautiful face, her full lips - that had been cock sucking all night long - moving as she talked, her smile and her bright eyes so full of life and he couldn't bring these things together. His brain could not compute and snapped - And that's when she noticed him staring at her. "What is it?" She asked and opened the garbage chute.

Steve gulped as he watched the chute swallowing Leanne's heavy bag of sticky evidence. You are beautiful, he wanted to say. Goodness Stevie-boy, you are creepy as hell. What happened to you? You see a bag filled with latex and cum, and you fall in love with her? You spy on her, you jerk off to her, and now this? How about you tell her what you did last night, while she was having some fun? "Steve? Are you ok? You look pale." She took Steves garbage bag from his rigid hand and threw it down the chute, still looking at Steve in concern. For a second Steve saw her beautiful face surrounded by four hard cocks, shooting thick ropes of cum on it. "Nothing, no I uh... I'm ok. I just ... uhm I remembered when I uhm... when I was a kid I hated condo- uhm exams, you know... uhm and I remembered how nervous I would be and ... well I wish I had a teacher like you ... so concerned about your students ... so caring and ... uhm so beautiful." He blushed. That compliment had just slipped out in this moment of despair. But Leanne smiled back at him and laughed. "Why thank you, I try my best. That's why I insist on my students doing 15 Minutes of yoga before class starts. It takes away the stress and helps them to be more aware of themselves." Wait what? Yoga? Did I miss something? Steve suddenly realized how he had missed everything this curvy goddess said, because he had been busy counting condom wrappers.

But as they walked back to her apartment door he caught up on most of the things she had said. Apparently she introduced a short yoga program in school, where the students were free to do some simple exercises to relax and take their mind of things. It had been surprisingly successful with the students and now other teachers were doing it too. To Steve it didn't seem very surprising that her idea was so successful. Which Teenager would pass on the chance to see this busty beauty in other poses than sitting or standing? Arriving at her door, Miss Leanne said good bye to Steve, because she was already running late for work. Steve nodded with a broad grin, knowing exactly why she would be late. As he said bye to her, his eyes went down to her feet for a split second and they caught something shiny on the floor. Instant excitement rushed into his veins and he looked back up at her, to avoid her looking down to. He was sure he had seen the key to her apartment lurking out underneath the doormat. The only question was now, did she know about it and if she did, was she carefree enough to leave it there?