They All Want to Seduce Me

Chapter 20 Teacher, I Want to Have S*x with You

Seeing Diane's seductive and provocative appearance, hearing her incredibly soft voice, Henry couldn't resist anymore. He pounced on her, pushing Diane onto the bed behind her, grabbing hold of Diane's two snow-white, plump breasts and squeezing them vigorously. Unlike Carrie's slightly sagging breasts, Diane's swollen and elastic bosom quickly regained its original shape no matter how Henry kneaded them. Truly the epitome of a mature woman's exquisite beauty.

Henry couldn't get enough of playing with Diane's provocative large breasts. He was extremely excited, as his fantasy finally came true. The voluptuous bosom of Diane, the sexiest teacher in the school, was now under his control, allowing him to play with it as he pleased.

Feeling Diane's firm and perky breasts massaging his hands like dough, Henry couldn't help but bend down, pressing his entire face against Diane's large breasts. He gently nibbled on her already stiff n*****s, sucking on them continuously.

Diane was continuously moaning under Henry's skillful manipulation, her snow-white body gently writhing on the memory foam bed. With a hint of resentment on her face, she said, "Why are you just playing with my breasts? Look, my little hole is already soaking wet. Hurry up and insert it, teacher wants to make love with you."

Only then did Henry reluctantly release Diane's snow-white bosom, hastily taking off his pants to reveal his long and thick p***s. Tonight, he was determined to completely possess this sexy and glamorous mature woman, leaving his mark on every part of her body.

Diane seemed shocked by the size of Henry's p***s. She reached out, grasping his hot member, parting her snow-white, plump thighs, guiding Henry to her untouched honey pot, which was already dripping with desire, the entrance slightly ajar.

"Come on, insert it, Henry, thrust into me." Diane smiled seductively at Henry, lying on the bed, waiting for him to penetrate her.

Henry's p***s pressed against Diane's tender and moist honey pot, gently rubbing against her labia. Feeling a continuous flow of arousal, lubricating his hot glans, he took a deep breath, thrusting forward, slowly inserting his thick and long member into the teacher's v****a. He finally completely possessed Diane's body, becoming her second man.

"So tight, this p***y is so tight." Henry felt as if there were countless small mouths in Diane's flesh tunnel sucking on his p***s, each suck bringing a soul-stirring sensation, making him want to ejaculate immediately.

Henry kept sucking in air, slowly delving deeper into Diane's honey pot, completing the act of union with her. Diane opened her mouth wide, her face alluring, her beautiful eyes gazing at Henry, full of springtime desire.

Amid Diane's moans, Henry's movements became faster and more intense, increasing the thrusting rhythm. Finally, under a series of intense thrusts, feeling Diane's body convulsing, a hot stream gushed out from her depths, drenching Henry's glans. Unable to control himself any longer, Henry shouted loudly as thick semen spurted out, injecting deep into Diane's honey pot. Thus, their first s****l encounter with this glamorous teacher came to an end.

Suddenly, Henry felt something was amiss. How could Diane become even more seductive and provocative than Carrie? This wasn't like her at all; it felt more like his own frequent erotic dreams. Suddenly, he heard Diane shout, "Henry, what are you doing? Get out now, or I'll call the police."

Upon hearing Diane's warning, Henry's body trembled, instantly sobering up. Seeing Diane covering her snow-white, voluptuous body with a robe, glaring at him sternly, he realized that the sensual and exciting scene just now was merely his fantasy. Startled, he quickly closed the door and retreated.

As Henry left, Diane hurriedly put on her robe, walking to the door to peek at Henry. She never expected Henry to actually barge in. If she hadn't stopped him in time, she didn't know what he might have done.

Could it be that Henry's previous behavior was all a disguise? Was he doing all this to get close to her? The more Diane thought about it, the more angry she became. She had let Henry into her home, even changing clothes without locking the door, all based on trust. She never thought he would have such dirty thoughts, just like the male teachers at the school, all eyeing her.

No, she couldn't let Henry off the hook like this. Tomorrow, she would definitely go to the school and tell Carrie about Henry peeping at her, warning him sternly. If he dared to peep at her changing clothes today, who knew what more outrageous things he might do tomorrow.

But now, being alone with him in the room, she couldn't provoke him further. If he tried to do something to her, she wouldn't be able to resist. Diane decided to have a good talk with him first, to calm Henry down.

With a deep breath, Diane opened the door and walked out, trying to speak calmly, "Henry, can we talk?"

Seeing Diane finally emerge from the bedroom, Henry quickly stood up from the sofa, explaining anxiously, "Mr. Johnson, I really didn't mean to peek at you. I thought it was late and wanted to let you know, but I didn't realize your door wasn't closed. I thought you had already changed."

Suddenly, the image of Diane pouting her snow-white buttocks provocatively flashed in his mind, and he couldn't continue.

Diane was stunned, looking up at the time. Suddenly, she realized that she might have misunderstood Henry. It was she who had invited Henry to rest at her home, she who had carelessly left the door unlocked, and she who had lost track of time while checking her breasts in the mirror. If blame were to be assigned, she should bear the greatest responsibility. If she were to tell others what had happened, everyone would probably think she was deliberately seducing Henry.

With this realization, Diane's anger dissipated. Seeing Henry looking so fearful and anxious, she felt guilty for her earlier attitude. Softly, she said, "It's okay, Henry. The teacher's attitude was not good just now, don't mind it. It's not your fault, it's mine."

"Mr. Williams, what do you want to talk to me about?" Hearing Diane's words, Henry breathed a sigh of relief. He was truly afraid that Diane would misunderstand him peeping at her. Although he knew she was just trying to scare him by threatening to call the police, if she told Carrie or her mother about this, it would cause him a lot of trouble, and he would lose Diane's trust forever.

What to talk about? Diane hesitated. She had initially wanted Henry to deeply reflect on his mistake, but in the end, she realized that it was her own mistake. Could she, as a teacher, admit her mistake to a student?