Falling in love with a male teacher 9

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Come find me if you want to..." After a few seconds, he suddenly said in a low, confident voice, a little breathless. What was going on? The teacher's eyes were glazed over. (So he's still jealous, I thought excitedly!) But teacher... Isn't this too direct! And me, what does he mean? Does he really think of me as a slut, "Come find me if you want to?" It's not like I'm only coming to you because I need your body. Isn't it because I like you that I want to be with you?
But his hand had already slipped inside my t-shirt, directly into my bra, kneading my breasts, and getting harder and harder. Today I was wearing a white t-shirt, a short skirt, and sneakers, not trying to look sexy, practically like a middle school student. Now, being treated like this, I suddenly felt a little afraid that he would act violently like yesterday, because today I looked like I was very weak and easy to bully. Although I was worried, I could already feel myself getting wet down there. Ugh... I couldn't help but moan softly as he kneaded me hard. I slumped weakly in his arms, almost unable to stand, my lower body burning with a fever, hot and itchy. Why am I so horny? I get so wet and weak the moment the teacher touches me...
He touched my breasts with one hand. Hmm, they're really not big, a C-cup, but they're very sensitive. His hand could easily reach both of them. I was so embarrassed that after only a couple of touches, I couldn't help but want to be penetrated and fucked. Ahhhhh, I screamed louder and louder. He quickly covered my mouth with his, of course, to prevent others from hearing, but his other hand seemed to know what I was thinking, already slipping inside my underwear.
I'm already used to his long, slender fingers penetrating me. My vaginal opening is so lubricated that he easily inserts a single knuckle. He pushes it further in, and there's some resistance because it's so full inside, especially since I'm standing against the bookshelf, my buttocks are pressed tightly against him, making my vagina feel incredibly tight. But this is incredibly pleasurable, because one finger fills me completely. He even starts circling and stirring inside me despite the resistance... So naughty... Mmm... Ahhh... I moan in his mouth, almost at my climax. Even though he's pressing my buttocks down, I'm still driven by intense desire, trying my best to move my fingers around, trying to reach orgasm quickly...
I suck hard on his tongue... I'm coming... So good, so good. He always brings me to my climax so quickly, just with his hand. How have I become so horny? Thinking this, I gripped his fingers even tighter down there. The pleasure from the previous encounter hadn't completely faded, and I instinctively wiggled my hips, wanting another round, to satisfy his boundless desire.
Ye... Ye... Ye!
Hmm, I looked at him with hazy eyes... I was already dizzy from his finger stimulation... I'd never experienced anything like this before. When I felt aroused, I couldn't stop masturbating, but with my ex-boyfriend, it was quite normal, not this crazy. It seems that you only truly fall in love when you meet someone you like; even your body acknowledges him.
Ye, come home with me? I'm off work.
My mind went blank for a long time. I was about to climax! Damn it, he always stops when I'm almost there! I couldn't speak, looking at the giant-like teacher with teary eyes like a puppy, silently begging him to satisfy me first. "
What's wrong? Isn't that enough?" he asked, frowning. "Yes, teacher understands me, after these few days of 'intensive training'."
I held onto his hand tightly, whispering timidly, "One last time, I'm almost there, I'm almost there..." I could barely hear myself anymore. Although my body is very aroused , I can't speak as calmly as he does right now. "You..."
He took another breath, muttering to himself, "Why do you always come so quickly..." But he still closed his eyes and pushed his fingers into my wet opening, thrusting in and out. "Mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm... mmm ...ahh ... He smiled faintly. He didn't speak. I couldn't figure out what he was thinking, but I didn't have the strength to struggle much, so I just leaned against him. I knew I was probably completely under his control. I understood then that no matter what I struggled, I would eventually come back to him. "Sigh, let's go home," he said. He pulled me up and started straightening his clothes. My body was weak and lazy, and I leaned against the table, lost in thought. So he started straightening my clothes again. " Your underwear isn't soaked again, is it?" he chuckled mischievously. I punched him in the stomach. Yes, that's about the height I can reach in sneakers. He reacted quickly, grabbing my fist. In that instant, he narrowed his eyes with a slightly wicked glint, leaned down, and said in a husky voice, "How about we go to a bar tonight?" He rubbed my butt as he spoke. I couldn't help but groan. I didn't know going to a bar was a place my teacher frequented. But my gut feeling was that it was lewd. I must have looked like I was consumed by desire. He lifted me up and sat me on his desk, a perfect fit for his height, then buried his face in me and kissed me again. This time it was even more forceful and lingering than before. He explored every inch of my tongue with his own, his tongue as strong and aggressive as his own, giving me no chance to react. I could only gasp and moan softly, obediently letting him do as he pleased in my mouth. Then my teeth... my palate... he explored every nook and cranny... Poor teacher, unable to penetrate me with his big cock, so he probably had to take me over like this! I just hoped he wouldn't shove his cock into my mouth and fuck me hard like last time... His hands, which had initially been on my neck, now slid inside my t-shirt and unhooked my bra from behind. It came off easily. The teacher hasn't forced himself on me yet today, probably because he's been holding back for a while. Even though he failed to penetrate me several times, my nature compels me to have some fun. So be it. His large, sweaty hands caressed my nipples, kneading and pulling them. Thankfully, he didn't abuse me too much, or perhaps it's because I'm still a little scared after my last experience. I'm usually very sensitive; once I think of something negative, my desire freezes. But even though the teacher made me realize he has some violent tendencies, somehow my body involuntarily responds to him. Is it because I was already very wet from what he did earlier, or is it just that I can't resist someone I like? I was already unsatisfied after just two rounds and very wet, and now just a touch like this makes me moan uncontrollably. Shamelessly, I beg him in a soft, sweet voice to let me do it again. Although the teacher remained composed, he had already shown some arousal when he lifted me onto the table. Seeing how increasingly provocative and outspoken I was now was a huge tease for him; perhaps Westerners inherently prefer this directness. Our first intimate encounter was when I was very proactive, and he was incredibly hard then. So I couldn't resist wanting him to be the same today. The more unsuccessful I was, the more I wanted to try again. I cupped his head in one hand, actively returning his kiss, spreading my legs wide, and using my other hand to probe his genitals. Hmm, his crotch was throbbing. I squeezed it a little harder; it was rock hard, and he groaned. I said, "Take it off." He swallowed hard; I could tell he really wanted it. " Will you suck it for me ?" He quickly took it off. I was very familiar with that big thing; the head was already sticking out of his underwear opening. I didn't touch it. I wanted to stimulate him with my own vagina first, and also to feel good myself. I really couldn't hold back any longer; I really wanted him to touch me down there. If the teacher's penis and I weren't incompatible, who would want to suck it for him?

I grabbed his penis and rubbed it against my fleshy, smooth lips. Ahhhhhh, I couldn't hold back! Just a little rubbing and I was about to climax. It was so sensitive, and I was so wet. He kept watching me rub his penis against my vulva. I was actually quite shy, after all, he's my teacher who gives me lessons every day… But I just couldn't stop. This was much more stimulating than licking or sucking his penis. I just wanted to go again quickly. He was also struggling; I could feel him holding his breath, trying not to ejaculate. Whether he waited for me to come before ejaculating didn't matter to me. He'd get hard for a while after he ejaculated, and I knew I was nearing my limit. If he ejaculated now, it would only be a little faster than me. Besides, I'd told him before that he could do whatever he wanted, even if he ejaculated inside me, as long as he was comfortable, that was fine, since he was always satisfying me…
He groaned and said, “Let's stop for a bit, I'm going to ejaculate…” “Go ahead and
ejaculate…” I encouraged him.
"No, what if you get pregnant? It's possible.
So get pregnant." "Ahhhhhhhhh,"
I moaned, still gripping his penis and swirling it against my lips. I noticed him staring down there, and I couldn't help but look down myself. Good heavens, I was soaking wet, a mixture of sticky and white fluid. His penis was too big to go in easily, but I kept trying, each time bringing out some white fluid. I couldn't help but ask, "
Did you ejaculate?"
"Then, the white...
it's yours,"
he said softly.
I was incredibly ashamed. How could I be so horny, grabbing my teacher's penis and swirling it so hard, making so much juice and claiming it was his... "
Really can't go in?" he asked, pleadingly.
I'd tried many times before, and it was really difficult. The first time, I was nervous, and later it was because he made me orgasm so easily. When I orgasmed, my vagina would automatically tighten, even squeezing out a finger, let alone his huge penis that was almost four fingers wide...
Of course, I wanted him to enter. So I decided to try again, though I had almost no confidence. I lay down on his desk, spreading my legs as wide as possible, pointing my vaginal opening towards him, hoping to help him. I was still shy, so I could only turn my face to the side, trying not to see his movements.
He didn't thrust in directly, but tested with his fingers first. Thank you, teacher, for understanding me. We've both learned to try to satisfy and protect each other.
He probably used his index finger or something similar, very skillfully, fiddling around my vagina.
I was so wet... I softly called his name. Just go for it! I can't take your slow fingering, okay? I'm about to orgasm! If you're going to finger me, give me a quick one, move faster!
The teacher didn't speak, but stopped using his fingers. Indeed, he'd probably never seen such a wet opening before, so why would he need to prepare anything?
I closed my eyes and waited, thinking, "It's going to hurt, waaaaah."
What followed was a truly strange sensation. Something slightly cool was slowly being pushed into my vagina!
I couldn't help but open my eyes and sit up to see.
"Don't move, be careful! I don't want to hurt you."
A marker!
Teacher, you are... You really are a teacher, using a pen to seduce women!!!...
This is really... A green marker was inserted about a third of the way between my still wide-open legs. "
Does it hurt?" he asked cautiously, watching my expression.
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Does it hurt?" "Does it
hurt
?" I said, a little defiantly. "
It really doesn't hurt,"
I could hear the concern in his voice. "Okay, although this method is strange, he doesn't want to hurt me.
" "It doesn't hurt," I said politely.
He continued pushing, very slowly. "Tell me if it hurts." "
Okay." I obediently cooperated. I was relieved that he wasn't torturing me like last time.
Suddenly, instead of pushing, he pulled out a bit. I couldn't help but let out a soft groan of disappointment, "
Ugh, why did you take it off?" He chuckled, "I like this feeling."
I was speechless. Having a marker pen inserted into my lower body in broad daylight, and now he wouldn't let me stop? When did I become so unrestrained?
I bit my lip and glanced at him. He looked at me with a mischievous grin. He then inserted it further inside me. I involuntarily raised my buttocks to meet him. Perhaps because it was already moist inside, and the marker pen wasn't thick and had a smooth surface, it didn't feel as uncomfortable as the friction of fingers. When he deliberately inserted it, he would gently stir it around, pressing it up, down, left, and right, simulating the movements of a penis, which I found comfortable.
He understood that if I didn't say anything, it meant he wanted more, so he continued, even faster and deeper.
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh...
I couldn't help but rhythmically thrust my hips in sync, clearly getting into character, and another climax was approaching.
He used a pen to widen my vagina, trying to dilate it as much as possible. I was starting to understand what he meant; he still wanted to do it himself, just using the pen to spread me open. Okay, I endured the pleasure, trying not to climax, letting him tease me, spreading my legs wider and wider, waiting for his big cock to enter... But it was already so difficult, so hard to hold back.
Suddenly he pulled out the pen, and before I could even scream, I saw him already holding his thick penis at my entrance. I was so desperate, so all the tension from before was gone. My whole world was screaming, "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"...
Unlike the marker pen, the teacher's penis was hot. The moment it touched my opening, it felt so good. I couldn't help but call his name, saying, "Fuck me hard! I'm about to come! Fuck me hard!"...
He slowly pushed in, breaking through the previous limit!
Mmm. He couldn't help but let out a low growl. He was really excited. This was the first time he had been able to penetrate me this far.
Ahhhhhhh. It's so big, I couldn't help but shout, "So big! Is it all in yet?"
I felt so stretched and open down there, I tried to spread my legs as wide as possible, because this time I didn't feel any pain at all, just that feeling of so much pleasure and fullness, so blissful. In my semi-conscious state, I heard him still say steadily, "
Baby, don't lift your legs, you'll get even narrower. Keep your legs flat..."
I was so happy I was almost losing consciousness, as soft as if I had been drugged, I just felt him holding my legs, manipulating them as he wanted, I just let him slowly fill me up...
I had inserted a third of it, he sighed, I could hear he was very happy and excited.
A third! I became a little more awake. But down there was so swollen, and it felt like it was hitting really deep inside. "
Does it hurt?"
I looked at him dazedly, I think I was frowning. He asked me.
I shook my head. Then, after thinking for a moment, I said, "Then, try using a little force."
I thought, "Why not go all in at once, just push it all in at once?" I'd finally succeeded so many times today.
Encouraged by me, he gave me a confirming look and said, "Here I come."
Ahhhhhh, oh
my god! What is this?! It's so tight! I couldn't help but arch my back to accommodate this enormous thing! How can it be so swollen? I'm not a virgin, and I've had sex with my ex-boyfriend many times. My vagina is indeed still tight, but it really wasn't this tight with my ex. How could it be this tight?! I feel like my rectum is being severely compressed, let alone my entire vagina.
I was indeed a little worried. Although I was incredibly wet this time, inside and out, so there was no pain, just the feeling of my entire vaginal wall being stretched to its limit and my internal organs being squeezed. But he hadn't even started moving yet, and I already didn't know where to put my limbs... "
Does it hurt?" His voice was so hoarse... almost unable to make a sound. "Mmm..." He was also moaning, a very masculine and suppressed sound.
I knew he really wanted it. I was so full because he was so excited!
I bit my lip and said, "Move, but slowly, okay?" I pleaded.
"Okay."
He held back, unable to speak, and slowly started moving.
I cried... An indescribable sense of satisfaction, no pain, just so much satisfaction, being held by his feet and slowly manipulated by him, he cherished me. He couldn't help but speed up, and I didn't care that we were at school, in his office. I
just screamed loudly, "Ah ... He immediately stopped and covered my mouth. His head was so close to mine that I fainted.

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