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23-05-2008, 03:51 AM
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A Tribute to the TEACHERS of A Sexual Awakening
Coming from an all boys school, both primary and secondary, leaves one to fantasize quite a bit on the females we do come into contact with during that hormonal, adolescent period. Fuelled by insatiable urges and a constant need for release, these are some of my fortunate encounters with some teachers of the female variety, vivid images that are frozen in my memory.
Part 1 - the Piano Teacher (age 9 - 13) Part 2 - the Chinese Tuition Teacher (age 14 - 16) Part 3 - the Piano Teacher (age 15 - 17) Part 4 - the Maths Tuition Teacher (age 16 - 18) Part 1 - the Piano Teacher I was 5 when I started my class, originally under the care of Cheryl who lived in the block opposite. This went on for 4 years but when I turned 9, she got married and moved out so I was transferred to the tutelage of her younger sister Shirley. Shirley must have been about 12 years older than me so she was probably around 21 when I was 9. There were 2 pianos in their home, one in the living room and the other in their bedroom (they shared a bedroom). When one was teaching outside and the other had a student also, the piano in the bedroom was used. Some days, there were theory classes as well as practical. My earliest memory of their bedroom was during a theory lesson, I was about 6 then. Cheryl was rushing to go out after my class and left me with some worksheets to do and she went out to take a shower. She came back in with a towel wrapped around her and asked me to close my eyes, fold my arms in front of me on the desk and rest my face flat on my arms. She probably thought I was young enough to be trusted when she changed. Yes, the first few times this happened, I was dumb enough to actually not look! But little by little, I started to sneak peeks. I realised that Cheryl was more modest, after coming out of the shower, she already had changed her panties so my covert peeks only saw her in panties once she removed her towel and her naked back was always towards me when she faced the wardrobe to put on her bra. Shirley however, was a different case. I managed to see her a few times fully naked but never the front view, only the back; also, sightings of her was rarer as it had to be when Cheryl was out of the room and Shirley happened to come in to change. If both sisters were in the room at the same time, usually only one was changing and I didn't dare peek in case the other sister (not changing) was keeping an eye out and I got caught. I was still quite innocent back then and never realized what a thrill these memories would bring back in later years, back then, it was sheer curiousity that got me to peek. This went on until Cheryl got married and I was changed over to Shirley. By then, being 9, she prob felt I was too "old" to change in front of me. However, I other very VIVID memory of Shirley was around when I was 10. When she was alone at home, she like to take a shower with the door slightly ajar, when I think back, the only reason I can recall her doing that was in case the phone rang (she was on the phone quite a bit talking with diff guys and there was always one she was hoping to hear from). If the phone rang when she was in the shower with no one home, she'd quickly wrap a towel around herself and try to pick it up. One morning on a weekday (I was in the afternoon session), my mom couldn't cook me lunch so got Shirley to prepare lunch for me. My class was at 10am and ended at 11am; Shirley prepared a simple meal of chicken, rice and vegetables for me then proceeded to take a shower while I ate. I think she was preparing for a date once I'd left for school. The phone rang but I let it, expecting her to rush out and take it like she usually does. Until that day, I never tried to peek at her showering although there were ample opps. I regret it till today! Anyway, she called out to me and asked me to pick the phone up and see who it was. It was the first time ever. I picked it up and a male (Sidney or some name like that was looking for her), I told him she was in the shower and he said he'd call back. When I put down the phone, she asked who it was and I walked towards the toilet door to tell her. I accidentally peeked in a little when I told her who had called and there revealed in her full glory, a full frontal view of her naked body. A one sec glance and a vision seared into my brain till this day. If I recall, her breasts were about a 36C at least and she had a full figure, not fat but nicely proportioned. And I saw it - the bush, she was unshaved and it was full and thick, the first bush I'd ever seen. I remember her about to look up (she was facing the door) and thankfully I recoiled before she noticed my quick peek. What a great memory... However, I never had such opportunity again. Well, not for a few years anyway... By the time I was in Pri 6, I'd started ejaculating and Sec 1 saw me as a pimply teenager with rampaging hormones. My mom and Shirley kind of fell out as Shirley wanted to raise the fees but my mom didn't want to pay. Shirley accepted the old rates but proceeded with her "revenge". She refused to teach me anything for 2 whole months. Each week, I'd go over for my lesson and she'd have me paint her toenails (only once - I kind of botched it) and the other times, she made me massage her. I prob botched the nail painting coz she was sitting in a chair and had one leg up, heel on the seat and near her crotch. She was wearing short shorts that day and the corner of her crotch kind of rid up, exposing just a glimmer of her panties and a few stray strands of her bush. I couldn't stop ogling it... As for the massage, it started with me massaging her shoulders whilst she sat in a chair (in her bedroom) with her back to me. This went on for a few weeks. Thinking back, my feelinds then was that I didn't mind coz I actually started to dislike playing the piano. However, now I'm a little pissed to think that my parents were paying her good money to have me treated like a houseboy. Then again, what came next made up for those fees! Finally, one time, she graduated to wanting to lie down on the bed on her tummy and had me massage not only her shoulders but her back and her legs (she wore short shorts each time). I remember getting really turned on... but she only allowed me to sit on the edge of the bed so the angle was really uncomfortable. After two times, I complained to her that my back was really aching from the angle and each time, I massage her for the full hour! She suggested I straddle her back but not to sit my full weight on her. I straddled her back and proceeded to massage her. The first time this happened, I remember being quite careful not to sit on her and actually I wasn't very turned on as I'd almost started to regard this service as a chore. However, the 2nd time this happened, I developed a raging hardon. She was quite drowsy mid-way through the massage so I pressed my hard cock between the crevice of her butt. Gosh, what a great feeling to rest between those meaty mounds of flesh. I started rocking back and forth a little with my hips, trying to mask the motion by stepping up the massage rythm of my hands on her back/shoulders. She must have been really relaxed or close to sleeping coz she didn't stop me. After a few mins of this, I came in my shorts but pretended nothing had happened and continued with the massage. By the time I finished the massage, my cock had softened and I was worried she might see the stain. Thankfully, my underwear had absorbed most of the spunk but it was quite uncomfortable. Thankfullly I was wearing a baggy T-shirt so it covered the front of my shorts. I never progressed further than that but for a 13 yr old, it was a dream come true. I repeated this 3 more times before my mom discovered that I wasn't learning anything and decided to change piano teachers (I tried to stop her of course). But I do look back with fond memories and wonder what I'd do if I ever met her again. More to come... Part 2. 
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24-05-2008, 01:31 AM
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Re: A Tribute to the TEACHERS of A Sexual Awakening
Part 2 - the Chinese Tuition Teacher
Bros who liked my personal experiences, kindly show your appreciation, these are all true stories and whilst a cathartic release in a way, it's a baring of the soul... I was in Sec 2 when I started having a tutor for Mandarin. For the life of me, I can't remember her name, I always called her "Lao Shi" (teacher) so let's just use an pseudonym and call her "ST" for short (to be explained later). ST was in her mid-thirties and was not a great looker, just a plain jane chinese ed type with spectacles. On a scale of 1-10, probably ranked a 5.5 only. Hardly any boobs or butt, prob a 32A type. However, she was slim and fair. She had no boyfriend and kind of looked to be on the path of being a life-long spinster (unmarried single female). For the first year or so under her tutelage, it was really really boring; I was made to memorize and memorize stuff and regurgitate it out during each lesson. That was her tried and proven "method" of teaching - nevermind if I didn't understand anything. Furthermore, there was no distraction as she was always in a prim and proper dress that had no neckline (round neck) and the length of the skirt usually ended at mid-calf (4-5 inches below the knee at least). But suddenly, one day, she wore a black base with white polka dot design dress - that dress is seared in my memory. Why? Even though it was styled in her usual boring fashion, the material was SEE THROUGH (ST)!!! The material was a gauze-like type that in normal lighting conditions indoors, you'd not notice anything wrong but in bright daylight under natural light, especially sunlight, you could see almost everything. ST had a habit of walking towards my window to gaze out whilst I was diligently "vomiting" out whatever I'd memorize and committing it to paper. That day, the curtains were not drawn and natural light was spilling in. Just nice (I was in morning session for school) so it was the afternoon sun coming in (windows closed, aircon on). I took a casual glance in her direction and was absolutely thrilled. I could see her panties so clearly! They were the normal "granny" type, not high cut or g-string but nevertheless, still a nice free view. I could even see some of the lacey design on the material of her panties. After enjoying the view for a minute or so, my cock was quite rigid. I called to her on the pretext of asking something, hoping she'd just turn around and not walk over. Yes! She just turned on the spot and leaned against the bookcase under the window, elbows propping her up. I could see the outline of her bra now and the lacey material under her top, however, I couldn't get a good view of the front of her panties as somehow, the angle of the light wasn't right. I couldn't stare too look in case she noticed but I was able to get several quick glances by pretending to look back to my book and back to her when I asked the questions. Cold water, cold water, ice ice ice. That's what I had to keep thinking of to get my cock down when the tuition session ended. I made it a point to walk her to the main door and got a good long look of her back view as she walked away towards the lift. Then quickly got back to my room, locked the door and got some much needed relief, thinking about what I'd just seen. However, she couldn't always wear that same dress and though my sessions with ST was twice a week, on average, she'd only wear that dress once every 5 to 6 weeks or once every 10 - 12 sessions. For the next few months, I eagerly looked forward to each time she wore the dress, lighting wasn't optimal each time but at least there was something to look forward to! One time, when I was about 15, my mom had made some barley for me to drink and made some extra with instructions to give some to ST to be nice to her. I told her I was going to get her a drink and proceeded to the kitchen. Then a bright idea came to me, kind of gross but it'd be the closest I'd ever get to giving her a part of me and I decided to do it. I scooped out a mug of warm barley from the pot on the stove and quickly stepped over to the washing area where I'd have a good view of her in case she stepped out of my room and approached the kitchen. I knew I didn't have much time and sometimes trying to cum quickly under such conditions can be difficult if not impossible but I managed it and managed to get some of my cum into her mug of barley. I gave it a quick stir with a spoon and brought it to her. The thrill of watching her bring that mug to her lips and the danger in being found out gave that moment a real kick! She sipped the barley without noticing anything wrong and actually finished the whole mug in the next 5mins. I quickly made an excuse to bring the mug back to the kitchen before the "ants" became attracted to it  Then I quickly washed the mug and removed any traces of the barley and my spunk (there was none I could see so she must have drank it all. That first time, my heart was pounding so quickly.It became a ritual that I usually ensured I'd have a supply of barley, whether on the stove or in the fridge whenever she came by but I only gave her a drink and added my special ingredient when she came by in my favourite dress. Within Sec 3 and Sec 4, let me calculate... she probably drank my cum about 15 to 16 times over those 2 years and I never got found out!
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24-05-2008, 09:53 PM
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Re: A Tribute to the TEACHERS of A Sexual Awakening
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24-05-2008, 10:40 PM
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Re: A Tribute to the TEACHERS of A Sexual Awakening
yikes, a normal tuition teacher also get this kind of treatment from their students ??? hmmmmm, really need to advice my frens who's teaching student and advice them not to dirnk barley by MALE students ... haha
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25-05-2008, 01:11 AM
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Re: A Tribute to the TEACHERS of A Sexual Awakening
Bro Colins, thanks very much for the upz. Finally I hit 200 pts
After 2 long essays, I get a very much appreciated 1 pt! Nvrmind, after I finish these posts, I'll arrange to have some good vids loaded to thank you properly. WIll PM you the links - thanks again and standby. Part 3 coming up.
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25-05-2008, 02:07 AM
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Re: A Tribute to the TEACHERS of A Sexual Awakening
Part 3 - the Piano Teacher
After Shirley (see Part 1), I had two other teachers, nothing much to report on them. One was a super prim and proper one and she actually gave up on me being such a poor student. Of course lah, no motivation what... The other one was just BLECH, Eurasian by the name of Marie but what awful acne she had, extreme turn-off. One time, she even confided in me that she even tried putting toothpaste on her acne to try to make it subside. Please lah, just go see a doc or something - it was that bad. Sigh, maybe I should have given her some of my special barley (see part 2) or let her ta pao some of my jism home to smear on her face and see if the urban legend of semen being good for the complexion holds true. Unfortunately, nothing about her turns me on, it'd be a charity wank and a tough one at that. Then at the end of sec 3, lo and behold, 22 yr old Alice came along (I remember she was 7 yrs older than me). When I first saw her, she appeared quite demure. Nothing fantastic but on a scale of 1-10, about a 7. Quite petite with a good figure but a little short, I reckon she was only about 1.55 - 1.6m (max). Her hair was one length, just below chin level. Most of the time, she was in a short skirt - not a short short skirt like a mini but definitely mid-thigh, enough to entice a second look. Top-wise, she was probably a 33B or thereabouts, definitely a nice handful. Most of the time, she wore simple T-shirts/shortsleeve Polo or a long sleeve shirt with buttons (rolled up sleeves to elbows). That was when I noticed that women's shirts with buttons was actually buttoned on the opposite side (relative to men's shirts). We button right into left, whereas their buttons are on the left side, button holes on the right. Reason why I noticed was when she wore her long sleeve rolled up shirts, her top button was always undone. On the first occasion this happened, I was already in sec 4 and I'd given up on theory lessons, any practical lessons was just for fun, no more piano exams to sit for - yay! So most of the piano lessons were once a week, at night and only for an hour. Alice would sit on my right when I played - one would think that would be perfect to sneak peeks but honestly, too close to really get a good look without being noticed. So I hatched a plan... On the pretext of learning more contemporary songs rather than classical pieces, I broached the topic of learning songs with lyrics and I wanted to learn to sing as well as play and hopefully be able to do both together (it's not as easy as you'd think). Talent-wise, I'm honestly hopeless, what I can do is purely by rote and practice, not one of those that can listen to a song on the radio and reproduce it by ear on an instrument. I'm not tone-deaf but neither is my voice great at holding a tune or singing... the sacrifices I go through for my art (the art of voyerism)... heheh. Alice thought it was a brilliant idea and my parents agreed to let her take me down this route. So after the first half of the lesson where I'd play whatever I'd been assigned to practice, Alice would then take over and play while I stood up to sing (or try to anyway). I purposely did not sit next to her as I'd be back to square one in terms of sighting opps. Claiming that I felt more comfortable to "project" my voice standing up, I strategically stood on her left. With her sitting down, we were both facing in the same direction. Perfect... I needed to see the book she was playing from as the lyrics were on the same lines as the notes. With her concentrating on playing and looking at the notes, as long as I knew the words or there was any pause where it was just music, I had a clear view of her right breast. The first time I saw her breast is burnt into my mind. She was wearing a white long sleeve shirt (rolled up at the elbows) and with the top button undone. Her bra was white as well and not only could I see her bra, I could see her whole right breast cupped nicely. The curve of the mound and her smooth, taut, flawless skin of her mammary made me so tempted to reach out, put my hand in and just squeeze. Oh, what a sight and I usually had 20 mins of viewing pleasure before the lesson came to an end. Initially, these sightings were possible about once or twice a month, depending on how often she wore those tops. I think she must have suspected I was secretly drooling over her exposed tit but either she didn't care or she liked letting me have a look. Towards the end of the year, she started wearing these long sleeved tops almost every week but we took a 1 mth break so I could prepare for my O levels. I kind of missed our sessions but I knew I'd see her after my exams. As a motivation, she promised to take me out for a classical concert once my O levels came out but only if I did well; her definition was well was 10 pts for 6 subjects... wah, I wasn't very confident as I'd only got 13 pts for my prelims but I agreed anyway. Suffice to say, our lessons resumed and I got my O level results, 11 pts - not too shabby but 1 pt above our agreed benchmark. She was nice enough to say nevermind, we could still go to the concert as promised. I wasn't keen on the concert but spending some private time with her apart from lessons was a real bonus so I wasn't complaining. She had her driver's license and a car (some toyota) as she'd been teaching for about 5 years already. She came to pick me up and at first I didn't notice but when she got out of the car (we went to Victoria Concert Hall) oh my god, she was wearing a one piece green dress that clung to her body, the material was one of those stretchy ones, like lycra, every curve was exposed and when I stared at her butt, I could see her bum cheeks outlined clearly with no panty line - Gstring or no panties - I didn't know yet. Stay tuned for the continuation...
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25-05-2008, 03:08 AM
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25-05-2008, 03:08 AM
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Part 3 contd...
Sorry, didn't mean to leave it trailing off like that, my laptop running out of batt so I thought better submit what I'd written first. Anyway, we sat down for the concert and in my mind's eye, I was fantasizing about getting a nice handful of Alice's ass and give it a much needed caress. Usually, during our lessons, her skirts were quite run-of-the mill type, usually denim but basically stiff fabric that doesn't really accenture her cheeks as much as this clingy material was doing. At that time, I was thinking, "Wa liao, I've to sit through this concert when I'd rather be ogling her body (or more)." Being in JC then, I'd gotten quite popular and there were a few cheeky babes I was seeing, nothing serious yet but one was a definite case and it was only a matter of time before I ploughed her field. However, there was just something about the older woman that was more thrilling, I don't know whether it's the concept of the forbidden fruit or some kind of kink I was starting to develop. All I knew back then was that I was finding Alice more and more enticing especially when she was all dolled up that night. During the concert, there were a few times my arm brushed up against hers and even that brief skin to skin contact was electrifying (at least for me). Then after one particularly "soulful" (= boring) recital, I noticed she dabbed her eye with a tissue and I noticed she was tearing a little. During the interval, I asked her if that piece had been rather moving for her, to which she laughed and said no, her ex-boyfriend was playing in the symphony. She saw him and admitted that she'd been thinking about some good times they used to have and combined with the music, she couldn't help but feel a little sad and nostalgic. Wow, I was blown away she'd admit something like that to me. Anyway, we decided to cut out of the concert but rather than get something to eat, we decided to go for a walk by the beach at East Coast. In the car, she was rather quiet and still looked a little morose when we arrivedso I (friendly gesture manner) put my arm round her shoulder - I didn't expect her to put her arm around my waist and walk with me that way towards the beach. Good lord, my cock twitched from this "girlfriend-like" response. We sat down in a secluded dark section, it was a weekday night and it wasn't crowded. It was great, we talked, laughed as if we were peers rather than teacher-student. I realised there was so much I didn't know about her after all this time, having a hour long lesson each week doesn't mean you get to know the personal details in a person's life! The night passed quickly and we were both just enjoying the companionship and the breeze. We moved back to having my arm around her and she snuggled in towards the nape of my neck. Before long, I started kissing her and it became a full blown french kiss. Our tongues intertwined and hers felt incredible; warm, pliant, probbing and very erotic. My cock was rock hard in my pants and rather uncomfortable but I wasn't going to stop. Our salivatory exchange lasted at least another 5 mins before I tried to touch her breast but she was having none of that, "too public" she whispered. Consolation prize, my arm trailed down to below her waist and onto the side of one butt cheek, I couldn't get a full squeeze of the ass but was able to verify she was wearing a g-string. She allowed my hand to remained at the side of her butt and we continued making out. I wanted more (of course) and I think she sensed it. Her hand snaked down to my pants and griped my swollen member, squeezing it rythmically. I volunteered to take it out but again "too public" but she didn't let up on her five-fingered adminstration of my erect brother. A few more mins of making out with her squeezing and stroking me through my pants, I shot a big load and creamed by underwear - satisfaction but what a mess. We stopped when I came and she said she'd better get going. After she sent me back, we kissed one more time quickly before she drove off. My pants were a mess and the clean-up was painful, imagine dried cum sticking your skin to cloth. Ouch. A few days later, she called my mom and told her she'd be going off to UK to further her music studies and wouldn't be able to teach us anymore. I was a little taken aback as I felt it was rather sudden and part of me was looking to develop our sessions further. But then I remeber our beach conversation, she'd said she was saving up all this time to get to the next qualification in her music career as she'd always felt she never matched up to her ex's expecations. I just didn't realise it would be this soon and I never even got to say goodbye. Ah well, maybe that was her way of saying goodbye. I still think of her fondly to this day but we've never kept in touch, just a memory I cherish. Thankfully, I had Jennifer, my maths tutor to look to for my continued education... more coming in Part 4, the finale.
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25-05-2008, 03:17 AM
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25-05-2008, 02:29 PM
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Re: A Tribute to the TEACHERS of A Sexual Awakening
Wa liao, kena -3 points for nothing, joker didn't even leave a comment on why. Idiot, don't know how to type ah?
To rest of interested readers, sorry for the delay, will post part 4 in a bit.
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