The few days I stayed at my homeroom teacher's house

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In 2016, I (Liu Ting) was a university student in Jiangsu Province. My class teacher was a 37-year-old woman surnamed Jiang. She had almond-shaped eyes and a high nose. She possessed all the virtues of a middle-aged intellectual woman: eloquent speech, capable handling of affairs, and considerate. Time seemed reluctant to leave any trace on her face, as if afraid to tarnish this face that was almost a work of art. Later, I heard that she was one of the most beautiful women from that year's teachers' college.

Her outstanding appearance, coupled with her elegant speech, further enhanced her image, which undoubtedly posed a fatal attraction to us, a group of boys just entering puberty. In addition, her husband worked in car sales abroad and was often away from home. Therefore, we, a group of college students with nowhere to release our hormones, often fantasized about her. We sacrificed countless offspring for her, which also led to many discussions, such as: "How does the teacher manage when her husband is away from home all year round?" But in the end, the male students always said that they would not hesitate to sacrifice their virginity to repay the teacher's kindness in educating them.

I was an out-of-town student with an introverted personality. My homeroom teacher was also our class's advisor, and we always called her "Class Teacher." I would just smile and move on when people talked about her; in my mind, she was like a goddess, not to be easily profaned. But men are inevitably worldly, and some off-color jokes were inevitable. These jokes undoubtedly proved just how outstanding Class Teacher Jiang was. She

was incredibly caring towards me, an out-of-town student. During my first semester, we weren't allowed to bring computers. Because my home was in a remote area, I only went home once a semester. Except for the Spring Festival, I worked during holidays to earn tuition and ease my family's burden. I brought my newly bought second-hand computer (because my major required it), but the school wouldn't allow it, and all the computers issued would be confiscated. Without a word, Class Teacher Jiang announced on the podium: "Students who bring computers must take them back to my house. If they get lost, it's on me." At that time, as a student in a new environment, I was undoubtedly deeply attracted to her. My

relationship with Teacher Jiang began during my sophomore year when I participated in the National Marketing Competition. At that time, our group consisted of three people (two boys and one girl). After making it to the preliminary rounds, we entered the finals. It was extremely difficult to come up with a complete marketing plan in less than two weeks. Because we couldn't discuss things promptly at school and it would disturb our classmates' rest late at night, the three of us followed Ms. Jiang's arrangement and moved to her home so we could better discuss and plan our strategy.

Just before moving in, the eldest member of our dorm, still clinging to feudalistic ideas, said, "Fourth brother, you're the most promising one in our dorm. Make us proud and bring back a big prize from the national competition. If you don't win a prize, at least get something from Ms. Jiang's house, right?" Then he gave her a knowing look that any man could understand.

The second brother said, "Fourth brother, don't listen to that eldest brother kid. Focus on the competition, stop thinking about all that nonsense. If there really is something going on, then leave it to me to handle! We're all brothers, how can I not stand up for you when you're in trouble? Right? Hahahaha!" That's just the kind of person the second brother is—he starts off all serious, but once he gets going, it's all nonsense. After

he finished speaking, everyone in the dorm started teasing him, basically accusing me of having some kind of relationship with Teacher Jiang. Although I said the competition was the most important thing, deep down I thought if I really had a relationship with Teacher Jiang, who the hell cared about the competition?

The next day we moved into Teacher Jiang's house. Teacher Jiang had already vacated the room. The house was a three-bedroom, one-living room suite. The two of us guys slept next to her, sharing a bed. The other girl slept in another room.

Teacher Jiang: "Liu Ting, how's your plan going? Any ideas?"

Me: "No, the competition requires us to re-target a new customer group, so everything we did before is basically wasted."

Man A: "Yeah, it's so complicated. Why not just re-evaluate it? Why cancel it?"

Woman: "Talking about this is useless. Let's discuss what to do next!"

Teacher Jiang: "Yes, you're right. The rules are fair to everyone. If we start over, everyone else starts over too, right? Don't let negative emotions get to you."

Me: "Then let's brainstorm!"

Around 1 a.m., we finally had a preliminary discussion of the target audience and corresponding sales channels. Teacher Jiang was only responsible for guidance and couldn't participate. After a quick shower, everyone went to rest and sleep.

I couldn't sleep because I felt uneasy. I felt that the target audience we had just discussed and the subsequent channels were somewhat disconnected. I'm a child from the countryside, and I haven't had many opportunities to prove myself in my life. This was one of those rare chances. I kept silently encouraging myself. Every time I went home and saw my dilapidated house and my parents, worn out from hard work, I always silently vowed to be successful and repay my parents. I also wanted to give myself and my loved ones a better life. Poverty shouldn't last for generations.

Just then, the light came on, and I turned to see Teacher Jiang. She was wearing a pink silk nightgown, her messy hair cascading down her back like satin, reaching her waist. Her rounded shoulders and fair neck, along with her movements, revealed glimpses of her ample bosom. A graceful curve beneath her slender waist outlined her beautiful, rounded hips—the kind of allure a mature woman possesses. Every part of her body was perfectly proportioned, neither too little nor too much; elegant movements, a mature physique.

My God, in my twenty-odd years of life, although I've watched countless films in my dorm, I've never witnessed such a magnificent scene in real life! My heart pounded uncontrollably, my hands flailing about helplessly. She approached, looking somewhat tired, her long, disheveled hair and languid demeanor making her even more alluring. Her breasts, moving with her breath, were faintly visible. For a moment, I almost lost control and pounced on her. How many dark nights had this scene flashed through my mind—the passionate young man, driven to madness by love. I felt that at this moment, I would do anything for Teacher Jiang, even die.

"Still not asleep, Liu Ting? Get some rest so you'll have the energy to push forward!"

"I...I'm going to sleep, just checking to see if there were any mistakes in today's discussion. Teacher, you should rest first!" I panicked at my own rudeness. "

Sigh, middle age brings many troubles. My sleep hasn't been good lately," Teacher Jiang said with a hint of disappointment.
"Hey, you don't look so good, teacher! I always thought you were so energetic and hardworking."

"Of course I have to be serious about my work, otherwise how will I make a living?"

"I still have my uncle!"

"Sigh, don't say that. It's better for women to be financially independent, so they don't end up neglected when their looks fade!" Because she's been around university students for a long time, the teacher's thinking has always been quite progressive, and we always had a lot to talk about. As the night deepened, people started to feel melancholy, and it was inevitable that the conversation would turn to relationships. Especially for middle-aged women.
"He's been busy with work lately, and he doesn't call me much. I don't even know what he's doing!" "

I don't know what he's doing, but he definitely won't be having an affair. What woman would be worth him giving up Teacher Jiang for another woman? I'm not that stupid, even if it's him? Haha!" As the conversation deepened, I gradually opened up, and so did Teacher Jiang. We both let go of our inhibitions and started talking freely.

"Which of you men isn't always looking for something better? Come, let me see what you've done!" The teacher said, grabbing a bottle of water and sitting down next to me. A distinctly feminine fragrance wafted over, and her shapely figure, accentuated by the light, looked even more perfect. I kept reminding myself, "Don't do anything foolish.

" "Oh, you've done quite a lot. Never mind, I'll look at it tomorrow; looking at it tonight will hurt my eyes."

"Teacher, you should get some rest. You've been busy all day and must be tired." Afraid of doing something foolish, I tried to persuade her to go home and end this situation

early. "Okay, you should get some rest too. I'm going to sleep now, or I'll have dark circles under my eyes tomorrow."

"Okay, goodnight, teacher." I stood up and stretched. This stretch made my life special, and it also fulfilled my long-cherished dream.

I stood up and stretched, and unfortunately, Teacher Jiang also stood up at the same time. My left hand touched her breast. The feeling of her nipple on the back of my hand is still unforgettable. "She doesn't wear a bra!" That was my first thought. Later I learned that very few women sleep in a bra.

At that moment, apart from the dripping sound of the toilet, everything seemed to stop. It took me a moment to react. My hand didn't retract, and my eyes remained fixed on Teacher Jiang's breasts. I wanted to run away; that was my thought at the time. I sat on the sofa, or rather, I slumped onto the sofa, wanting to leave but my legs wouldn't obey me. I turned my head away, not daring to look at her.

"I don't know anything about what just happened, Liu Ting, go to sleep!"

"Hmm..." I didn't dare look at her face at all. The dim light made it impossible to see her expression, but from her tone, I could tell that Teacher Jiang wasn't blaming me. My mind was racing: "I'm doomed, I'm doomed, I've fucking done something awful!" How was I supposed to face Teacher Jiang after this? Would I even have the courage to look her in the eye? Could we still chat like normal? I don't know what my expression was like then, but it must have been like seeing the Grim Reaper—panicked and empty.

Teacher Jiang sat down again and said in a voice as thin as a needle, "Really, it's okay. Don't think so much, okay? Go to sleep, don't just stand there."

I thought, "Damn it, it's already like this, going back will only be awkward, might as well just go for it. Who's afraid of who?" I turned around, grabbed Teacher Jiang's hand, and she was completely taken aback, utterly surprised by my reaction.

"Teacher Jiang, I know this shouldn't be, but I really love you. From the first time I saw you, I really loved you. I've never had these feelings before, and I've never confessed to anyone. I don't know how to say it. I'm a village kid, and I've never dared to hope for love so early. But I've been trying, and my belief in trying is because of you. I want to repay you. Even if I'm not your husband, your man, I still want to be good to you. I really only want to be good to you. I don't know what I'm saying anymore, but I really, really like you. Teacher." "

Liu Ting..."

"Every day I wake up, I'm happy to see you; every day I work hard, I'm happy because you can witness all of this; I'm happy because I came to study alone in another city, but I found the motivation to move forward early on." After saying that, I let go of her hand, got up, and wanted to go back to my room. The moment I finished speaking, I immediately cursed myself for being an idiot. What a fucking idiot! What's the use of saying all this? You're hopeless, Liu Ting, you're a fucking idiot.

"Liu Ting, can you listen to me for a moment?"

"Uh, well, please speak quickly, teacher." I sat back down, but at that moment, Teacher Jiang was like a fireball, making me feel unbearably hot, as if she were melting me. I wanted to leave, to escape.

"These past few years, I've been all alone. I know my husband works very hard outside, so I've always told myself to be strong. But I'm a woman too, I can be vulnerable too. I'm not as strong as you all seem. I'm glad you can tell me what's on your mind, but I can't give you anything. I have a family, and I hope you can understand. I'm not the direction you should strive for; you should strive for yourself, that's what matters, silly child. I'm 20 years older than you, what are you striving for for me?" Teacher Jiang's voice trembled slightly. I knew this was when a woman's emotions were close to spiraling out of control.

"Teacher..." I kissed her without hesitation. Teacher Jiang was completely surprised, her hands frozen in mid-air, unsure whether to reject me or reciprocate, her eyes wide with astonishment. My tongue forcefully pried open her lips and entered her mouth. My tongue, like a little snake searching for food, roamed freely inside her mouth; my hands embraced Teacher Jiang, pulling her into my arms. She lay limp in my arms, finally breaking down, her hands reaching through the darkness to hug me tightly from behind, her tongue meeting mine. Two people, two contradictory beings, finally erupted in the dimly lit living room.

"Teacher, I'm sorry, please forgive me." Teacher Jiang didn't answer me, but hugged me even tighter. After saying that, I slowly moved my lips to hers again. This time, she didn't hesitate at all, and her lips met mine. Our lips touched lightly, then slowly separated, everything was so gentle, our eyes slightly closed, as if savoring the moment. When our lips touched again, our movements and breathing became intense, our tongues intertwined, each wanting to reach the deepest part of the other. So we frequently changed angles, her hands holding my head, while my hands attacked upwards from under her shirt.

Because she wasn't wearing a bra, I easily grasped her breasts. Ms. Jiang's breasts were full and plump, white and tender, with nipples of moderate size and a pale, not overly dark, color; truly a feast for the eyes. When my right hand grasped her right breast, she let out a soft moan, her body trembling slightly. I moved away from her mouth and slowly shifted the focus to her ear and neck. This was the benefit of watching adult films for years; although I'd never done it myself, I was so familiar with it. The dim light and rapid breathing formed the main theme of the entire night.

"Teacher, you're so beautiful!" I whispered in Ms. Jiang's ear, then gently licked her earlobe. Her body twisted slightly, her head unconsciously turning slightly. Seeing this, I bit her earlobe. She couldn't help but let out an "Ah!" and hugged me tighter.

I gently removed Ms. Jiang's alluring pink nightgown, and in the dim light, a body as white as mutton fat appeared before me. Beneath her swan-like white neck was a ripe body. Every part of Ms. Jiang's body was full and rounded, soft and smooth to the touch, as white and delicate as solidified cream. Her slightly protruding belly, though not as smooth as a young girl's, possessed a fullness that a young girl lacked.

I buried my face in Ms. Jiang's chest, my tongue gently swirling around her left breast, while my right thumb and forefinger pinched her right breast. Ms. Jiang's breathing grew increasingly rapid, her hands sliding from my back to my head, gently caressing it; her head tilted back slightly, her eyes half-closed, her lips tightly pressed together, afraid to make a sound. At this moment, my little brother was like a trapped lion, struggling to break free of its cage.

"Ms. Jiang, I want it, please give it to me?" I leaned forward, meeting her eyes. My hands still held her full breasts, my thumbs irregularly touching her nipples. Ms. Jiang's eyes were glazed, her breathing rapid, and she remained silent, as always. Silence meant she agreed, humph. My lips pressed against hers again, and this time Ms. Jiang received a passionate kiss. I could clearly feel her lips were wet. I increased the pressure with my right hand, squeezing her breasts. She tilted her head back, letting out a soft "ah," and our lips parted. I pulled her lips back to mine, and our tongues intertwined greedily.

"Let's go to my room, it's not safe here," Ms. Jiang finally spoke. I knew I had succeeded. In Ms. Jiang's room, I pushed her down onto the bed, pressing my body against hers and continuing to kiss her. My right hand moved down to her genitals. "

Oh my god, Ms. Jiang, you're so wet!"

"It's all because of you," Ms. Jiang said shyly, her voice like that of a young girl in love.

"So, how do you want me to do it to you now?"

"Liu Ting, are you doing this on purpose? Even after all this, you're still teasing me."

"Tell me, how will I understand if I don't tell you?"

"I want..."

"What do you want? Tell me, Ms. Jiang, I can't hear you."

"I want your... big... penis." After saying that, she turned her head away.

Hahaha, what I've wanted for so many times is finally mine! "Teacher, you're so naughty! But how could a student refuse a teacher's request?" I quickly pulled down my underwear, my burning penis erect, and leaned down, yanking off Teacher Jiang's lace panties. Then, holding my penis with my right hand, I guided it towards her wet, slippery vulva. The glans first touched her delicate labia, soft and smooth. I held my penis, using the glans to tease and stroke her everted labia.

This aroused Teacher Jiang's desire to the extreme; her lower body trembled, she turned left and right, her brows furrowed, her vulva itching and aching as if bitten by insects. Her fingers gripped the blankets tightly. She had long forgotten the purity and chastity of a respectable woman and a teacher, only longing for a man's penis to quickly penetrate her. Seeing her so unbearably itchy, I couldn't help but thrust my penis forward, the glans spreading her labia and slowly piercing deep into her wet, tight vulva.

"Mmm, ah...mmm...good...mmm...big!"

"Teacher, what did you say? I can't hear you." I deliberately stopped, actually because I was about to ejaculate, experiencing this kind of pleasure for the first time.

"I said...you...you...you're so bad! Hurry up, give it to me."

"Teacher, are you in such a hurry because you haven't done it in a long time?"

"You know he's been abroad for years and hasn't come back more than a few times, and you still ask?"

"So, how do you usually take care of yourself, teacher? Have you ever fantasized or masturbated?"

"..."

"Teacher, if you don't tell me, I won't go in, I'm leaving!"

"No..."

"Then..." "

Usually...I really want to...but...I can't...I don't masturbate, but every time I want to, I'm wet, it's so uncomfortable. Liu Ting, hurry up and give it to me, I'm going crazy!"

I didn't know what to say in this situation. Desire is indeed the number one enemy of mankind. Originally, I was begging her, but now, because of lust, because of desire, I've driven her crazy, and now she's begging me to fuck her. An unprecedented sense of satisfaction surged through my entire body. The woman I had been longing for was finally begging me to fuck her under my crotch. I'm sure any man understands this feeling.

I felt that Teacher Jiang was truly a virtuous woman. Although middle-aged and with a son, her vagina, while not as tight as a young girl's, still tightly gripped my penis. My penis was fully inside, reaching the depths of her tender opening. After exploring the depths of her vagina, I began to thrust relentlessly. It was the first time Teacher Jiang had allowed a man other than her husband to insert his large penis into her small, fleshy opening. She couldn't help but half-close her beautiful eyes, her two plump, snow-white legs actively climbing onto my waist, intently savoring the shape and rhythm of my fresh penis.

"Teacher, it feels so good. At this moment, I feel like this is the biggest dream of my life. I never thought it would come true like this!"

"Ah...ah...mmm..." Teacher Jiang returned to that state, not responding.

I think subconsciously, she still retained the chastity of being a teacher or a virtuous woman, unable to resist her desires, yet her subconscious wouldn't allow her to do this. Her brows furrowed, and she let out soft moans. Her labia tightly gripped my large penis, and the feeling of it filling her vagina was so satisfying, so swollen, so full. Her eyes were half-closed, and her lips were slightly parted, a picture of ecstasy on her

face. In this situation, I couldn't help but want to ejaculate again, but as a man, it would be incredibly embarrassing to ejaculate so quickly, so I stopped. "How does it feel, teacher? It's my first time, I don't really know." Like all virgins, I was completely inexperienced, afraid of making a mistake, and only dared to try one position repeatedly, hoping to win her applause with my superior stamina. But my excellent stamina was completely useless here; I kept wanting to ejaculate. Later, I realized that for a virgin to be able to do what I did back then was already quite impressive.

"I... ah... umm... ahhh, you... you. Don't... ahhh... ask me... uh... uh."

"How do I compare to your husband?"

"You... you... ahhh... good... umm bad. Ah..." Teacher Jiang's moans were absolutely top-notch. She wasn't the exaggerated, artificial moans of those Japanese adult films; that was acting. Teacher Jiang's moans weren't loud, but they were accompanied by slight, rapid breathing, and a genuinely distorted facial expression that drove men to the brink of collapse. She was the most perfect one I'd ever had in all these years. So much so that I always felt that my girlfriend was like an artist compared to Teacher Jiang—the difference between an artist and a clumsy extra.

"Tell me, teacher, what's the big deal?"

"Now you... ah... umm are... better..."

Hahaha, I was satisfied and thrust into Teacher Jiang's vagina forcefully again. "Teacher, you're such a beauty! What man could stay with you for two years without dying of exhaustion?"

"Oily... ah... ah, slippery lips... ah... ah, tongue..."

We were both trying our best to control our volume, afraid it would reach the two rooms next door and cause a huge commotion. But within our comprehension, Teacher Jiang's bed creaked and groaned under my thrusts, and several times we had to stop because the bed was shaking so loudly. Teacher Jiang's labia were as sexy as her cherry lips on her pink face, clamping and sucking on my glans, the pleasure of the sucking spreading throughout my body, making me ecstatic.

"Teacher Jiang, your pussy is so amazing! It sucks me so well! Every time I try to pull out, you suck me back in. Is this what they call the 'penis suction technique'? Haha!"

"You... good... ah. Good... ahh, I hate it. Mmm... ahh, just... say... these... ah... teasing... mmm... ahh... mmm..."

Hearing the teacher's girlish shyness, I not only sped up my thrusts and pounded her flower, but Teacher Jiang was so thoroughly numb from the penetration. She gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, her fair pink buttocks twisting and thrusting upwards, making her pussy even more prominent to meet the thrusts of my big cock. She moaned rapidly with pleasure, her full, fair breasts bouncing and shaking like fleshy balls.

She gasped for breath, sweating profusely, and cried out in a lewd manner, "Teacher... ah... I like... you... ahh... like this."

"How is it?" I pretended to be stupid and teased her.

"I like it... ah... ah you... harder... thrust into me... ah ah..." The more beautiful a woman is, the more thirsty and wanton she becomes when aroused.

Zhang Hong's wanton cries and her seductive expression stimulated my primal savagery. My lust intensified, my penis swelled, and I gripped her round, snow-white legs tightly. I no longer cared about gentleness and tenderness, and thrust into her mercilessly, my glans hitting her clitoris like raindrops. I held the woman tightly, my chest pressing against her high, firm breasts, feeling their soft yet firm texture and elasticity. My penis felt incredibly comfortable inside her warm and tight vagina. My lust was burning fiercely, and I thrust in and out with great force, each thrust penetrating her flesh, making her clitoris tremble wildly, opening and closing as she licked my glans.

She was so comfortable that her eyes were half-closed, her face flushed, and she was covered in sweat. Her arms and legs were wrapped tightly around my waist like an octopus. She pressed hard against my buttocks while thrusting upwards, making her vagina tightly grip my penis, leaving no gap. She felt that my penis was like a red-hot stick, and the feeling of fullness deep inside her was something she had never experienced before. It was a hundred or a thousand times better than what her husband had given her. She forgot her shame and abandoned her restraint, moaning lasciviously.

I attacked with all my might, my glans hitting her clitoris with every thrust, reaching the very bottom and penetrating her flesh. Ms. Jiang wrapped her arms and legs even tighter, her plump buttocks thrusting wildly to match my powerful thrusts. She was so comfortable that her eyes were glazed with desire, she felt like she was in heaven, her soul floating away, covered in sweat, panting heavily, and her juices flowing freely.

"Ah... Teacher, I can't hold back anymore, ah! ah!" Although I'm a virgin, I still know I can't ejaculate there, so I pulled out. I placed it above Teacher Jiang's vagina and ejaculated all over her stomach.

Ms. Jiang was panting heavily, her breath coming in gasps as she lay face down on the bed, lost in ecstasy. I lay on her beautiful back, my vagina feeling like parched land suddenly irrigated by rain. I pressed myself tightly against her back, whispering sweet nothings as we made love, both of us reaching the peak of passion. We held each other tightly, our legs intertwined, our lips locked in a passionate kiss, trembling as we quietly savored the most beautiful peak of desire.

"I'll go now, teacher."

"Still calling me teacher? From now on, just call me sister in private!"

"Can I call you wife?" I shamelessly asked her.

"Oh, I really didn't realize you were so smooth-talking! Liu Ting."

"Didn't I say it depends on the person?"

"Alright, enough chit-chat, go on. I'll tidy up a bit, be careful."

"Okay, goodnight!" I pinched her breast again, which drew another curse, haha. I tiptoed back to my room and saw my classmate still fast asleep. I called him softly a few times, but there was no response. I was secretly pleased and went to bed as well.

When I woke up the next day, last night felt like a dream. If it weren't for the teacher's ambiguous gaze while I was eating breakfast in the kitchen, I wouldn't have believed that everything that happened last night was real. After finishing breakfast early, we got back into our discussion. But I just couldn't get my mind back into the plan; all I wanted was to do it with Teacher Jiang again. Finally, after a fierce internal struggle, I went to the bathroom. "Teacher Jiang, come in for a second. What kind of toilet cleaner do you use?" I called out to Teacher Jiang from the bathroom.

"You two discuss this. I'll go in and help Liu Ting and be right back."

As soon as Teacher Jiang opened the door, I pulled her in and hugged her, saying, "Teacher, you've run into a bad guy!"

"Oh, you little devil, playing this game with me. What's wrong?"

"It's looking for you!" I pointed to my already hard little brother.

"Are you kidding me? They're still outside!"

"I don't care about that, I want it!" I said, pulling down my pants, grabbing the teacher's hand, and starting to rub my penis. One hand began to wander and touch Ms. Jiang's large breasts. She was startled at first, then removed me from her chest. "You'll mess up your clothes. It'll be easier to fix later, but it'll be harder later."

"Haha, thank you, teacher. Why did you put it in that corner?" I shouted loudly, deliberately letting them hear so that the two classmates wouldn't suspect anything.

"Never mind, you're so clumsy. I'll help you. Let's hurry up and go outside to discuss!" Ms. Jiang agreed, and we exchanged a knowing smile.

"Teacher, you really have to help me. Let's hurry up and go outside to discuss, hahaha!" I deliberately emphasized "help" and "hurry up." Ms. Jiang glared at me and then squatted down.

"Did you wash it?"

"I washed it a long time ago. I used almost a whole bottle of shower gel to get it clean!"

"Why are you so talkative? Don't do it again." After saying that, her right hand moved up and down my penis. I turned on the tap to cover up the noise and to make some noise. The teacher moved it a few times, looked at it and said, "You little devil, that thing is really not small, and..."

"And what?" I was confused by her.

"It's warm..."

I couldn't help but tremble when I heard that. It was so cute. Like a young girl, my whole body was filled with passion. I really wanted to be with Teacher Jiang. I really did. At that time, I really wanted to be with her. There were no evil thoughts. While I was still indulging in my fantasy, she took my penis into her mouth and moved it up and down.

The teacher's small mouth was full of my penis. Maybe because of the discomfort, her expression was a little struggling. Her eyes were slightly narrowed, and her expression was very moving. I thought that was the so-called male desire to conquer. The more pain the woman under his crotch looked, the more accomplished he felt. My blood boiled instantly. I cupped the back of Ms. Jiang's head with both hands, repeatedly guiding it towards my penis. Her lower body responded to my hands like during sex.

Ms. Jiang, perhaps in discomfort, made "mmmmmmm" sounds. This feeling sent me into a frenzy, even more intense than when I slept with her that day. The goddess I had longed for, the woman who haunted my dreams, was now beneath me, sucking my penis, being relentlessly ravaged by me.

Her pained expression fueled my lust even more. I immediately performed a deep throat, her warm mouth taking in a large portion of my penis. Once inside, instead of using my mouth to manipulate it, I licked it with my tongue, accompanied by powerful sucking, and the pleasure instantly spread. How could I possibly endure this? Such vigorous sucking would make me ejaculate in no time. So I quickly pulled my penis out of her mouth to cool down. I didn't want this journey to end so soon.

"Ms. Jiang, is my penis tasty?" I asked her with a lewd smile.

"Ah, stop joking, hurry up, I'm getting worried for you, there are people outside, and you still have the mind to play?"

"It's alright, teacher, it's a rare opportunity to have some fun, I really want to suck you like this for the rest of my life."

"If you say that again, I'm leaving!" Teacher Jiang was clearly a little angry, probably because she was anxious. If the students outside knew that she, who was usually so dignified

, also had such a lewd side, what would happen? "Okay, you said it, then I won't be polite!" I shoved my penis back into her mouth. I was a little angry after what she said, and at this moment, where was my tenderness? I forcefully pushed her head against my penis and gave her a deep throat.

"Mmm...you...you go slower, Liu Ting...slow down."

"Teacher, didn't you say hurry up? So I'll hurry up!" I pulled my penis out again.

"Cough cough cough, I feel like throwing up. You went in too deep, I feel a little uncomfortable." Looking at her slightly messy hair, saliva spilled from her mouth and slowly dripped down her chin. This delicate face was suddenly made a mess by me.

"I really don't understand you men, what's so comfortable about this? I feel very uncomfortable." Teacher Jiang wiped the semen from her mouth and complained.

"I don't understand either, I just feel good, hehehe!" I didn't want to argue anymore after I got what I wanted, since I had already had my fun, right? Hahaha. My hands reached down from her collar again, and she immediately shook them off. "Don't push your luck, Liu Ting." "

Yes, ma'am."

"I can't do anything with you."

A few minutes later, after we came out of the bathroom, I deliberately rolled up my jeans (who would have thought this would be fashionable 5 years later) to make sure they weren't wet: "Teacher, I'm so sorry to trouble you with everything." I went back to being a student and guest.

"I didn't realize you weren't embarrassed, Liu Ting. Let's discuss the homework!" Teacher Jiang was still grumbling when I finally settled down to discuss the strategy.

For the next few days, whenever I had the chance, I had sex with Teacher Jiang—in the bathroom, the living room, the bedroom, the balcony. Even if it was only for ten minutes, we'd do it. In the end, we got second place in the competition, but it didn't matter to me anymore; my gains were far greater than that.

At school, whenever no one was around, I'd take the opportunity to touch her breasts or have her give me oral sex. Once in the office, she asked me to stay and help her organize her course materials. We had sex there twice during lunch, and I made her swallow all my semen. I asked her what it tasted like, and she said, "Try it yourself." She said it was a little sour and didn't taste very good.

My relationship with Ms. Jiang lasted for about a year. Later, due to the economic crisis, her husband returned to China to work. One time, after we finished, Ms. Jiang told me she wanted to end the relationship because she had her own family and life, and if things continued, she would eventually be discovered. I couldn't help it. I always felt it was wrong and would ruin her.

But as mentioned before, humans are often powerless against desire. Like masturbation, you know it's wrong, but you still do it. Afterwards, you say it's the last time, the very last time. But isn't it always the same…

Later, I graduated, spent four years in Beijing, failed in my business venture with a friend, and returned to my hometown in 2011 to get married and start a small business. Although I had more romantic encounters and sex, none of them were as profound as this. Some things, for a man, are for a lifetime.

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