The Penis Toothbrush (Part 2)
The faculty restroom was flooded with bright lighting. Unlike the students’ usual bathrooms, this one had mirrors and floors that gleamed with a polished shine. I couldn’t bring myself to step inside and lingered at the entrance, shifting nervously from foot to foot. The Homeroom Teacher glanced back at me with a puzzled tilt of her head.
“Hmm? What are you doing standing there? Aren’t you going to help your teacher brush her teeth?”
“Ah… um, that is… yes, ma’am…”
Knowing there was no escape from this situation, I resigned myself and followed her into the restroom. The Homeroom Teacher smiled, raised both arms high, and gathered her hair into a neat ponytail. The motion pulled her sleeves up, fully exposing her smooth armpits. They were flawlessly clean—not a single hair or hint of discoloration. The sight made my throat tighten with sudden arousal.
“Gulp…”
I stood hesitantly in front of the sink until the teacher looked at me with wide, round eyes.
“What are you waiting for? Hurry up and take your pants off, then get on the sink. I can’t kneel on the restroom floor, now can I?”
“Ah, aah… I guess that’s how it works… u-understood…”
I fumbled with my pants, sliding them down before carefully climbing onto the marble sink and sitting. …Ugh. What the hell kind of situation is this? The cold stone pressed against my bare ass, making my balls shrink up like they’d been dropped in ice water. In stark contrast, my masochistic cock stood rock-hard, twitching eagerly and leaking strands of precum.
Once her hair was secured and tucked behind her shirt, the Homeroom Teacher smiled and wrapped her arms around me.
“…Take a look in the mirror behind you, Yejun. There we go. Good boy.”
I awkwardly turned my head. She held me close, gazing at our reflection with a gentle, satisfied smile—like lovers admiring themselves in a mirror. Then, without warning, she lowered her head and planted a soft, affectionate kiss on the tip of my cock. She wiped away the lipstick mark with her thumb and spoke in a sweet voice.
“You know, it’s been quite a while since I last took care of my husband with my mouth. We’re both so busy with work… I’ve missed this so much. That naughty scent of a man’s morning piss… You didn’t wash properly this morning, did you? Hehe, I can tell at a glance. Teacher really loves cleaning filthy cocks like this, you see?”
I had indeed rushed out of the house without washing, so my sister’s dried semen from her earlier “toothbrushing” still clung to me in sticky strands. I’d expected disgust, but the Homeroom Teacher was clearly far more perverted than I’d imagined. She stared at my cock with open greed and satisfaction, then slid it deep into her mouth, sucking hard enough to hollow her cheeks.
“Slurrrp… shluuup… chup chup… suuuuuck…”
“Hu… heut… kuuugh… aahhuuuu…”
Her skilled married-woman blowjob technique felt like it was sucking my soul straight out of my body. Every time her greedy lips slid down my shaft, fresh red lipstick smeared along the length. Her long, warm tongue coiled around me, rolling and teasing however it pleased, sending icy-hot shivers racing through me. The way it circled the rim of my glans and stroked back and forth made dizzying waves of pleasure crash through my skull.
“Aah… ah… kuugh… hah, haaah…”
I couldn’t stay still. My body twitched violently on the sink, toes trembling. The Homeroom Teacher brushed her bangs aside, gripped my waist tightly, and forced my cock even deeper into her throat. Then she began bobbing her head in short, deliberate strokes, exactly like brushing the back of her teeth—pushing me in deep, pulling back, over and over.
Chupat, chupat, chupat, chupat, chupat…
“Auuu… ahuk… u-uhheuk… ooooh…”
I could do nothing but shudder, overwhelmed by the pleasure flooding my brain. At some point my hands had grabbed fistfuls of her hair like I was training a slave. Even so, the Homeroom Teacher didn’t seem to mind. If anything, she gave me a lewd, encouraging smile that made my already explosive lust burn even hotter.
Teach… Teacher’s mouth-pussy is incredible… her breasts pressing against my thighs… that messy hair looks so damn erotic… ahuk…
Finally the urge to cum surged up again, bubbling and impossible to hold back.
“T-Teacher…! Teacher…! I’m—I’m gonna cum…!! Aahhuuuu…!!”
The exact moment I shouted and yanked her hair, the restroom door burst open. The Korean Teacher walked in, looking tired, stretching into a long yawn. She saw my panicked face and the Homeroom Teacher diligently sucking me off, then broke into a bright smile and waved.
“Oh my, is that you, Yejun? Helping the Homeroom Teacher with her toothbrushing? How admirable~”
“Ah… aht… Y-yes… Hello…”
The sudden arrival of the Korean Teacher right before climax had distracted me, slightly easing the pressure. The Homeroom Teacher opened her gently closed eyes, smiled, and waved back in greeting—without ever taking my cock out of her mouth. Her words came out completely garbled.
“Mmmphmrrph, gukrrph saem. Mrrph shrrph wrrph? (Hello, Korean Teacher. Did you sleep well?)”
“Ahaha, I can’t understand a single word, Teacher. Finish brushing first and then talk.”
“Ehehe… yes, ma’am.”
The Korean Teacher stepped up beside me, faced the mirror above the sink, and began combing her hair and touching up her makeup. A half-naked boy was getting his cock sucked right next to her, yet she acted completely unfazed, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world.
I stared at her with wide eyes, panting hard.
“Haah, haah, haah, haah… heuk… kgh… ahut…”
She leaned close to the mirror, eyes widened in concentration as she applied mascara, then puckered her lips and carefully painted them with bright red lipstick. Suddenly she turned to me with a smile.
“Yejun, I changed my lipstick shade. What do you think? Does it look okay?”
A virgin like me had no business giving opinions on women’s cosmetics. Still, the Korean Teacher had the pure, elegant beauty of a florist, so I vaguely felt the bold color might be a little too strong for her. I smiled awkwardly and mumbled.
“It… it looks good on you…”
“Really? You mean it? I was worried it might be too dark.”
It was a bit heavy for her. But I wasn’t stupid enough to say that out loud.
“N-no, it’s fine… You’re so pretty, haha… heut…”
Right then the Homeroom Teacher’s sharp canines grazed the underside of my glans, sending a spine-tingling jolt through me. I couldn’t hold back a lewd moan. The Korean Teacher tapped her own cheek with a sly expression and murmured.
“…Hmm, reeeally~? Yejun, come here for a second.”
She crooked her finger. Not knowing what else to do, I awkwardly leaned toward her. Without any warning she grabbed my face and kissed me hard.
“Mmph?! U, beup… slurpp… beup…”
My brain went blank from the suddenness. Our sticky tongues tangled lewdly, flooding my mind with filthy pleasure. At the same time, the climax that had briefly receded came roaring back like an explosion.
“Ugeup…!! U-uhup…!! Keup…!! Kuuuup…!!!”
Face twisted in ecstasy, I erupted thick ropes of semen straight into the Homeroom Teacher’s mouth. My leg muscles convulsed violently. She gripped both my ankles tightly, holding me in place while continuing to bob her head, milking every last drop with her throat.
It felt like I was strapped to an orgasm torture machine.
“Mmph…!! Uup…!! Hup…!! Keuuup…”
Finally the Korean Teacher pulled away first and wiped her lips. Her fresh red lipstick had smeared across my mouth like paint. She giggled softly, carefully cleaning my lips with a handkerchief.
“…So that’s what happens when you kiss right after putting it on. I’ll have to be more careful. Thanks for the warning?”
“…Y-yes… heuk…”
At that moment the Homeroom Teacher finally lifted her mouth off my cock and opened wide, showing me the thick, viscous pool of semen on her tongue.
“U-uuht…”
She closed her lips again, gargling the load with obscene little sounds, then swallowed every drop. After rinsing her mouth at the sink, she wiped her lips neatly.
“…There! All clean. Thank you, Yejun. I’ll be asking for your help again after lunch, okay?”
The Korean Teacher clapped her hands as if the timing were perfect.
“Oh, then I’ll borrow him after lunch too. It feels a bit awkward asking the male teachers.”
A chill ran down my spine and my whole body stiffened.
…Th-then does that mean every single person who needs to brush their teeth after lunch is going to ask me…? I’m completely fucked…
When I finally trudged back to the classroom, sure enough, Hyun-ah had taken over my seat again and was chatting happily with her friends.