Well, of course she will.

I had taken off my 'everything is normal' earring so I was pretty nervous when I stepped into the faculty office. I was slowly getting used to it though so a lot of this jittery sensation was just shear anticipation about what I was about to do.

Still, it was hard not to be intimidated when I saw how many teachers there still were in here. About a dozen and the door to the director's office was open and I could see her inside at her desk as I crossed over to Miyama-sensei's spot.

Satoko tapped her chin as she studied her lecture notes for the next day.

She had it down for the most part but she was putting off grading today's papers. She disliked grading. It was an integral part of her role as a teacher but sometimes she thought she was too kind hearted and found it difficult to give out poor grades even when it was necessary.

She noticed that Nakano Naoki had entered the room and was making his way over to her. She couldn't help but feel a blush as she remembered their scheduled Welcome. She closed her laptop and turned in her chair to face him, smiling, "How was the rest of your day? Were you able to concentrate with all your classmates' attention? I'd like to say it will get better, but-"

Adachi-sensei added with a knowing smirk, "Our new student is far too handsome for that."

Yamauchi-sensei lightly smacked Adachi-sensei's shoulder at the inappropriate remark as Nakano looked embarrassed. Satoko felt a bit like one of her students, squeeing inside. He really was soo cute. He rubbed the back of his head, looking at the floor as he said, "Ah. It was good. Really good, actually. And I guess I don't really mind the attention."

Adachi-sensei said something under her breath this time but Satoko continued to ignore her, telling Nakano, "I'm glad. And it is good that you don't mind because it is pretty much inevitable given that you are the only boy in the school. It will take some time for the student body to get used to. But, of course, that is why you are here. Now. Shall I welcome you to Class 2-2?"

He shook his head slowly, "Not yet. First, I wanted to..." he trailed off and looked down, before continuing in a rush, "I want to feel up your sexy ass and legs!"

Satoko was speechless. She didn't mind, of course, but she was still quite surprised by his statement given his nervous demeanor. She could hear murmurs from the rest of the staff and it was clear her conversation with Nakano was the center of attention (not surprising given how good looking the boy was and they all knew why he was here). Almost against her will, her eyes dropped down, taking note of the utterly massive, heavy bulge straining the fabric of his pants, the thick outline extending absurdly far down his thigh.

She swallowed, unable to deny the feeling of heat between her legs, "Um. I suppose that would be alright." She stood up, allowing the backs of her legs to push the rolling chair back. She felt a bit awkward and very aware of how short her skirt was.

His face split into a big boyish smile and he bowed quickly, his eyes excited, "Thank you, Miyama-sensei!"

Then he was sidling up right behind her and she gasped out loud when he slipped his hands down to grasp the backs of her thighs, stroking them as he squatted down, fingers sliding along her raised calves thanks to her less than sensible shoes. She was very aware that his face was right behind her butt, staring, and she could not help but feel a tingle of excitement.

When had she last been on a date that had gotten even this far?

She bit her lower lip and stifled any sounds as he continued to fondle her legs as if they were precious treasures. She stared at the far wall and tried to ignore the presence of her fellow teachers. A few had gotten up to leave, most likely unable to get any work done with this distracting event taking place. Others were watching, most at least attempting to be subtle about it. Adachi-sensei was obnoxiously staring as she toyed with her curls.

"Wow, sensei! You have such beautiful legs! I love them! Your skin is so smooth. Could you bend over so I can get an even better view of your butt?"

She blushed at the gushing complements and blushed even harder at the daring request. She had to admit she liked that confidence and absently wished he was older and not her student. Inappropriate, of course, but she supposed she could hardly be blamed given the nature of her current situation. She couldn't really find her voice, nodding and making a sound of affirmation as she bent over on to the table, resting her upper arms on the top of her closed laptop.

Satako felt cool air on her bottom as his hands lifted her skirt, folding it over her waist, and she heard him hiss with appreciation, "A thong, sensei?! Wow! You are so sexy!"

She didn't quite know how to respond and any forming words were lost when she felt his hands grab her cheeks along with his lips as he kissed the inward curve of her buttocks, very close to her sex which was getting very uncomfortably moist. It had to be the public location in front of her peers that was making her so aroused. Uh huh. Yes, nothing to do with the very attractive young man. Yep. Uh huh.

She spent the next few minutes with her eyes closed as she tried to control her breathing and maintain her professional composure as Nakano fondled her bottom to his heart's content. His strong probing hands felt rather good but it was the fact that he was pressing his face into her butt, rubbing it back and forth that was really driving her to distraction. The handsome boy's nose and lips were often pressing against her sex with only the very insubstantial barrier of her thong between them. No doubt he could both smell and feel the evidence of her arousal staining the material.

Satoko gasped when she suddenly felt him grab her hips and her butt was ground against Nakano's crotch, the solid bar of his hard penis unmistakable. Ah! Her pussy was getting really wet.

"Ah! Nakano-san!" she cried when he stuck his hand between them and two firm fingers pressed against her slit, sending shocking sensations through her.

His touch was suddenly gone as he stepped back and he said, "I think I'm ready for my Welcome now, Miyama-sensei."

She was very aroused now and feeling giddy, smiling she turned and snatched up his hand, "Okay! Let's uh- use the classroom! A proper place for the Welcome!" And a nicely private location as well......

I was so turned on and excited as Miyama-sensei closed the door to the classroom.

So excited, in fact, that I couldn't resist. After spending several minutes getting very familiar with my teacher's lower half, I felt no qualms about reaching around her hips to grab her butt, squeezing and pulling her to me, her big breasts squashing wonderfully against my chest. I kissed her on the lips and Miyama-sensei accepted my attentions, returning my attention slowly.

Soon enough, she was matching my enthusiasm gamely, her mouth opening as my tongue thrust inside to stroke hers.

I pulled back finally and asked her, "Okay! How do you want to do this, sensei?"

Miyama-sensei smiled and took my hand, drawing me over to the teacher's station where she sat down. "Like this." She had me stand directly in front of her as she began to fondle the front of my pants with both of her hands, her smile one with white teeth that covered her lower lip, giving off an air of open excitement

"Oh.... so nice..." she murmured as she fondled my shaft through my pants. I was kind of surprised by the expression on her face. She seemed to really like this in a completely different way from the Director's professional calm manner.

Soon enough her hands were undoing my belt and unzipping my pants. My teacher dropped my pants but she was apparently all about the anticipation because she was in no hurry to drop my underwear. Her mouth dropped open with almost comical surprise and appreciation as she gazed at the bulge my penis made before she returned to smiling excitedly. Then she was leaning in and fondling my dick with both hands, first working both along the shaft as it stuck out towards my side, then dropping one to cup me from below, gently squeezing my balls. It was my turn to gasp and let out a light groan and she looked up at me with a bigger smile, asking, "Feel nice?"

"Oh fuck yes!" I declared with feeling, letting my head loll on my shoulders and she giggled in response.

Her hands were all over me as time passed, stroking every inch of my length and my nuts as well as the front of my pelvis and my thighs. Oh fuck was she taking this 'Welcome' seriously! The look on her face was often as good as her hands, she looked so excited and enthused about what she was doing, often drawing the material of my underwear tight about my cock, making these cooing approving sounds.

Eventually, she slowly eased out of her seat and squatted down before me, her legs open wide, creamy thighs and black thong easily visible as her skirt raised in response. Oh shit. It was time. I couldn't wait for my cock to come out to play. She pulled at my waistband slowly and deliberately and raised up to peer inside with that big excited smile of hers, her mouth dropping open as she gazed at my length straining out towards my side.

Then she was pulling my underwear down my legs, her hands dropping down even as her face remained in place watching intently as my cock swung down. She eased in close with that ever present smile, her hand taking hold of my length and stroking it from the base to the tip. She kept stroking it slowly and deliberately, dividing her time between staring at it and looking up at me as if to gauge my reaction. Given that her hand on my cock felt like heaven and I groaned and lightly moaned, I hope she was happy with what she saw.

So I was getting a certain impression based on her expressions but I wanted to confirm it so I haltingly said, "Ah. Ah! That feels so good, sensei! But--ah! I have a question-"

"Yes?" she asked while continuing to stroke me.

"Um... I was wondering. Um... how is my size? Um...I'm sorry." I felt like an idiot just asking.

Miyama-sensei's face was warm, her smile soft as she swallowed hard, "Relax. Wondering about that is surely normal but...um...." she trailed off, her eyes shining as she looked at my enthusiastically hard and throbbing member in her hands, "You have what could safely be declared... an absolutely massive penis, Nakano-san. I... I've honestly never seen anything like it. It's beautiful, but it's almost intimidating."

I would be lying if I said I didn't love hearing that.

My home-room teacher suddenly took me into her mouth, immediately going to work with her lips and tongue, bobbing back and forth about my tip. I watched her smooth cheeks go sexily concave as her lips stretched around me, her beautiful face swaying as she pumped it about my cock. I watched her alternately take it in her mouth as she plunged and then slathered my glans with her tongue as she pulled back, tossing her chin-length brown hair about.

She closed her eyes and divided her time between taking me in her mouth and prodding the back of her throat and sliding to either side and licking and kissing the upper third of my length even as both of her hands rhythmically squeezed and massaged the rest. Several times she placed both her hands on the front of my pelvis to either side of my prick and she attempted to swallow more of my cock, however she seemed to really have trouble and she did not make it much further than a couple of inches beyond my head. Perhaps I really was abnormally big? In any event, her blowjob felt incredibly good and I could feel my orgasm approaching.

She stroked my dick with her mouth, head and upper body bobbing slowly, one hand stroking my shaft about the base. I could see her other hand hover near her pelvis and I imagined she was so aroused by this that she wanted to touch herself.

Then with a suddenness that surprised me, I was cumming. My hands briefly gripped her soft hair before I stopped myself, groaning loudly and thrusting my hips. Miyama-sensei made a loud gluk-gluk-gluk as she pumped her head and swallowed quickly each of my loads. I could just barely discern the sounds of light moans escaping the lips clasped around my cockhead as she greedily swallowed my seed.

The pleasure was intense and it shocked me as her tongue lightly glanced across my tip and I jerked and grunted ineffectually as I continued to empty my balls directly into my homeroom teacher's mouth. Her tongue kept up its **** on my dick and as my orgasm relented I could no longer take the intense sensation and I found myself begging for respite, "Ah! Ah! Okay! Okay....Ah! Thank you... Thank you.....please!"

Miyama-sensei rubbed the back of her hand across her mouth as she rocked back on her heels. A smaller, yet somehow proud smile on her pretty face as her hand dropped, "Your very welcome, Nakano-san."

My phone pinged right as I was stepping through the door to my house.

I had to grin as I saw a message from Miyama-sensei. A picture already? Was that the first thing she did when she got home?

My cock twitched in my pants as I saw her standing in what looked like a kitchen. She was facing away and partially bent over, the focal point of the picture her amazing ass. The only thing she was wearing was a thong, a different one from earlier. This one was only a black string bisecting her cheeks, the majority of the material was about her waist, lacey red and black. Her hands were cupping her breasts and she was partially twisted to the side, giving me a great tease of her cushiony side-boob.

I was somehow growing hard as I stared at my phone even as Airi greeted my happily with a kiss on my cheek.

"Hello, Airi!" I said and couldn't stop myself from giving her a quick kiss on the lips to which she returned easily.