A Very Busty Teacher Moves In Next Door - Episode 2

The next morning everything seemed far away and unreal. The moaning, the slapping noises, the beads of sweat on his neighbors door. Only the moment Steve had realized the presence of that spyhole staring at him, remained with him as an uneasy feeling of shame and guilt. He had jerked away from the door in panic, almost stumbling over his own feet, causing more noise than he had intended to. But on the other side the pounding went on without a trace of irritation or interruption. Yet, Steve couldn't shake off that feeling of have been caught in the act, and while he stared pensive at his coffee machine, he went through different scenarios in his head, were his would meet his neighbor in the stair case. What if she ignored him? What if she avoided him? What if she confronted him?

As he sat down with his coffee, still trying out different approaches to all his scenarios, the slow and regular squealing of bed springs started to emerge next door. God, this woman was insatiable. He felt his dick rising in his pajamas. When he finished his meager breakfast, the noises had accelerated to the speed of a washing machine at full spin cycle. Steve put his mug in the sink, his raging hardon bumping into everything in his way. _Stevie-boy, that teacher sure has an appetite, doesn't she? And she has quite the performance demand too. You wouldn't measure up to that, Stevie. You are ok in bed, but she needs an olympic champion or a machine, like the terminator. _Who is that guy next door? All of a sudden Steve remembered that phone number he found on the boys toilet. His heart started racing as soon as he took it out of his jacket. You're gonna call that number, Stevie? You wanna know who's on the other side? Are you ready for this, Stevie-boy?

The moment of truth. His phone was dialing the number, then he heard the ringing tone. Boop ... boooop ... boop. Cold and hot blood ran through his veins, as he waited. Then he heard the phone ringing through the wall, a horrible 90's kind ring tone, from a stationary phone. The pounding and moaning however went on. Booooop ... Booo- clack - Hello, please leave a message after the beep ... Beeeeep. And suddenly he could hear them fucking loud and clear in his hear. The panting, the moaning, the slapping of flesh on flesh. Beeeeeep ... clack - boop-boop-boop-boop. The answering machine had hung up. Steve sat down with a deep sigh, his heart beating through his chest. He wanted to call again, but he resisted. Questions were running through his head. Who put her number in that toilet? What was the purpose? At that moment, he could hear the phone next door ringing again. He heard the unintelligible crackling voice of the answering machine and the beep. But no one leaving a message. Than it beeped again. Meanwhile the fucking went on. So let's call again, then, Stevie boy. Let see what game this is.