This story is 100% real. Nothing has been added. This story is from when I was 19, virgin and in high school.
So the story goes like this. My father had a transferable job back then, so we had to move every 2 years. While I didn’t make many good friends in my childhood, I did get to start afresh in a whole new neighbourhood every 2 years. By the time I joined the new school in the new locality, one-fourth of the year would have finished.
So like everytime, my father got transferred, I got into a new school and neighbourhood. My first day at school was rather uneventful. I had to introduce myself to every teacher. For an introvert like me, it was a bummer. But the second day, we had English. And the teacher- not elder than 50, tight shirt and skirt, the shirt barely holding her humongous breasts together, skirt hugging the ass, no signs of bras or panties. I immediately got hard after seeing her. Then, the worst, but usual, thing happened. She told me to stand up and introduce myself. Hesitantly, I introduced myself, covering my boner from the rest of the class somehow. I could see the teacher sluttily looking down at my penis again and again. Her nipples gradually got really hard, which were protruding out of her tight white shirt. I finished my introduction, and sat down. Then she continued and finished her class. During class, I asked one of my classmates about her. He said that she was in her late 40s and divorced. The classes finally finished, and I went back home and wanked a huge one thinking of her.