They All Want to Seduce Me

Chapter 2 The beautiful teacher asked me to meet her alone at night.

Henry looked up, surprised to see that Teacher Carrie's expression was not angry, but rather shy.

This made Henry incredulous. Was this still the same Carrie teacher who had a very strict and fierce temper?

Carrie was also stunned. She never expected to have such an intimate contact with her student. She wanted to break free from Henry's big hand, but the sensation of tingling and itching where Henry touched her chest kept spreading, like being struck by electricity. She didn't have the strength to resist, and even found herself somewhat anticipating Henry to continue violating her, fondling her large breasts.

In recent years, Carrie's relationship with her husband had been strained, with very little intimate life between them. Carrie, being a woman with strong s****l desires, couldn't cheat due to her identity as a teacher. She could only relieve herself through m**********n in bed, feeling extremely thirsty for physical intimacy. Now, being unintentionally violated by Henry, touching her breasts, ignited the suppressed desire within her.

Feeling Henry's hard p***s pressing against her buttocks, Carrie almost moaned. She had a good impression of Henry, but had never thought of having s*x with him. She always saw him as her student. However, her thoughts were changing now. Henry was now a man, and his p***s was so thick and hard.

On the other hand, Henry didn't dare to continue because Carrie was his teacher. He was afraid Carrie would get angry and also feared being seen by other students. He quickly let go of her hand, explaining nervously, "Mr. Smith, are you okay? I was just... clumsy."

Carrie's full chest heaved up and down, almost causing her white shirt to burst open. Her face was slightly flushed as she took a deep breath and said to Henry, "I'm fine, thank you, Henry."

Her tone was calm, giving no hint of anger. Henry felt very uneasy. What if Carrie thought he intentionally grabbed her breast? However, the sensation just now was indeed wonderful, very nostalgic. It was the first time he had reevaluated his English teacher.

Carrie's office was at the end of the second floor, not very spacious, with only seven to eight square meters. Inside, there was a desk, a filing cabinet, a sofa, and a bed, all neatly arranged. There were also several hanging baskets on the windowsill.

"This is the homework from last week. Please distribute it to them," Carrie said casually, pointing to a stack of homework on the desk, as if she hadn't taken the previous incident to heart.

"Oh, okay," Henry breathed a sigh of relief. He had thought Carrie would scold him severely, considering his actions had been a bit too much, crossing the boundary of a student.

As Henry left, Carrie fell into contemplation. Asking Henry to stay back in the evening was just an excuse. She didn't know why she wanted Henry to stay. Did she really want to have s*x with her student? After the intimate contact with Henry earlier, Carrie's body suddenly felt hot, and she subconsciously began to gently rub her chest, feeling some arousal between her legs.

Although her relationship with her husband was strained, Carrie had never thought of having an affair with another man. After all, in such a small town, if things were exposed, she would lose face in front of friends and acquaintances. Therefore, she could only satisfy her desires through self-pleasure. However, it was not as satisfying as being intimate with a real person.

Carrie's office was rarely visited by others. She leaned back in her chair, unbuttoned her jeans, and slid her fair fingers inside, touching her already wet underwear. Her eyes became hazy.

Henry was unaware of Carrie's actions after he left. Holding the homework, he walked downstairs. Just as he reached the stairs, he saw a woman coming up—it was Diane.

Looking down at Diane, Henry could see the alluring flesh of her large and white breasts from the neckline of her skirt. Compared to Carrie, Diane seemed more full and perky, exuding more elasticity. Henry wondered what it would feel like to touch them.

Diane noticed Henry staring directly at her chest and instinctively covered the neckline of her skirt with her hand, giving Henry a displeased look before walking towards the office.

Only then did Henry snap out of his trance. Seeing Diane's snow-white legs under her red skirt, his p***s couldn't help but stiffen again, as if wanting to dive into Diane's skirt to taste the delicious fullness of her little hole.

Unfortunately, Diane quickly entered the office, depriving Henry of the chance to continue his fantasies. He could only return to the classroom with the homework, absent-mindedly distributing it and then returning to his seat.

Various images of the two voluptuous English teachers kept flashing through Henry's mind. Diane undoubtedly seemed more attractive in every aspect than Carrie, although Carrie's attitude was a bit more aloof. However, Carrie didn't seem to mind his intrusion, giving him a chance.

Thinking about Carrie asking him to stay back in the evening, Henry suddenly had a thought. Could this be a deliberate opportunity created by Carrie, wanting to spend time alone with him? And then, Carrie could take the chance to let him f**k her little slutty p***y. The thought of Carrie's soft big breasts and her seductive gaze made Henry's c**k harden uncontrollably.

Recalling the feeling of grabbing Carrie's full breasts, Henry felt a dryness in his mouth. Even if he couldn't have the school's most beautiful busty teacher, Diane, having s*x with Carrie would also be a great choice. After all, she was his teacher! With such a great figure and soft breasts, just the thought of it was very exciting.

Does Carrie really have such intentions?