The school bell rang, and Dave and his classmates walked toward the classroom. Suddenly, a stunning woman, no older than thirty, approached them. She was exceptionally charming, dressed in a red dress that clung to her voluptuous, tall figure. The short hem revealed her long, pale, and enticing legs. Her two large, high-standing white breasts were especially striking, bouncing with each step—a sight that would excite any man.
When Dave saw this sexy woman, his heart pounded, and he felt his blood run hot. He looked at her large, firm breasts, feeling an intense urge to grab them. His penis, which had just become soft, instantly became erect again, causing a noticeable bulge in his pants.
The sexy woman noticed the stares from Dave and his friends. Her gaze fell on the tent in Dave's pants, and her face flushed. She quickly lowered her head and hurried into a nearby women's restroom.
After the woman disappeared, the boys snapped out of their daze. Dave's friend and classmate, James Bowie, gulped and said, "Damn, Stacy's breasts seem even bigger now. I guess it's all thanks to that old pervert, Principal Matthew Lewis. If I get the chance, I definitely want to f**k Stacy. Those breasts are huge."
This sexy woman was Stacy Willow, the school's English teacher. However, she didn't teach Dave. Though she was married, her husband was often away on business trips. So, the rumor was that Stacy was Principal Matthew's lover.
Some even vividly described seeing Matthew having sex with Stacy in his office. Stacy had been bent over the desk, raising her pale, soft buttocks while Matthew thrust into her and made her scream.
Of course, rumors were just rumors, and no one knew if they were true. The boys didn't really care if Stacy had been sleeping with Matthew. They just used these stories to fuel their fantasies and imagine themselves as the ones having sex with Stacy.
For these teenagers going through puberty, a mature woman like Stacy was impossibly irresistible.
Hearing the others talk, Dave frowned and said, "Stop talking nonsense. Mrs. Willow isn't that kind of woman. If you keep badmouthing her, I'll ask Mindy out on a date."
Mindy Lewis was the girl James Bowie liked.
James Bowie grinned and said, "Why are you getting so worked up, Dave? Stacy isn't your wife. You must have a crush on her, which is why you aren't even interested in Mindy."
Dave didn't respond, as if James Bowie had hit a nerve. He walked into the classroom, sat at his desk, and picked up his textbook, but his mind was still filled with images of Stacy's enticing breasts.
He indeed had feelings for Stacy. Ever since he first saw her at school, Dave had been captivated by this mature woman. Whether it was her charming and beautiful face or her voluptuous and sexy figure, Dave was deeply infatuated with her. Every night, he would fantasize about Stacy, using his hand to stroke his rock-hard penis until he ejaculated.
However, Dave knew that he couldn't be with Stacy. He was just a student, and she was a married teacher who was possibly involved with the principal. Yet, he couldn't control his desire for her. Every time he saw Stacy at school, he would feel excited, but he never dared to talk to her. He could only look at her full, round breasts from afar, never having the chance to touch them.
The third period was English class. Dave's English teacher was a woman in her thirties named Bianca Stormen. Bianca had a decent figure, though not as voluptuous as Stacy's. She had large breasts and a shapely butt, making her very sexy.
Dave thought to himself that it would be great if Stacy could be his teacher. He looked at Bianca, who was reading the lesson at the podium, feeling a bit resigned. If Stacy were his teacher, he could see her every day.
After class, Bianca suddenly said to Dave, "Dave, come to my office. We need to chat."
Dave was momentarily stunned but agreed and followed Bianca out of the classroom. Although Dave's overall grades were average, he was good at English and served as the class's English representative.
Bianca walked ahead, and Dave followed behind with his eyes on her back. Bianca was wearing jeans that day, making her hips particularly full and smooth, and her waist was very slim—not typical for a woman in her thirties.
Dave couldn't help but think that Bianca's figure was indeed excellent. If he could have sex with her, it would definitely feel amazing. He wondered if Bianca's husband had sex with her every day, given that women of her age were said to have strong sexual desires.
They arrived at the office building, and Bianca's office was on the second floor. As Bianca climbed the stairs, she suddenly slipped and fell backward. Dave quickly reached out to catch her, his hands landing directly on her full breasts. He was stunned.
He hadn't expected such an accident, nor had he anticipated such a pleasant surprise.
Although Dave often watched porn with James Bowie and the other boys and knew a bit about sex, he had never even held a girl's hand. Now, he was touching the breasts of a mature woman.
And they were huge.
Dave felt that the breasts in his hands were soft and supple. The arousal that Stacy had ignited earlier surged again, and his thick penis became erect, pressing against Bianca's plump buttocks through his thin pants.