Lustful Hunting

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Someone once said I was lecherous, and I dismissed it at the time: think about it, how could a normal man not be lecherous? It's just that some people suppress themselves more, while others indulge themselves more. Sorry, but I'm an extremely indulgent man. So indulgent that I won't let go of anyone I find attractive, even if she's my teacher.

In fact, teachers are my favorite type. In my eyes, teachers fall into three categories. One type is either incredibly old or incredibly ugly—the "fire extinguisher" type; only a pervert would be interested in this. Another type is fresh out of school, incredibly naive, and although they're called teachers, they're not much older than us. Frankly, this type isn't very interesting, since there are plenty of them in schools. Of course, pressing their inexplicably arrogant heads down to your crotch has its own unique charm. And the third type, which is the most fascinating: mature female teachers. Of course, this doesn't necessarily mean they've been married, but they've already had several years of experience in society, their beauty hasn't faded, making them extremely alluring.

However, my first encounter with my teacher wasn't as the hunter, but as the prey.

At the time, although I'd already had a few girlfriends, held hands, and kissed—in today's terms, I'd reached second base—I was still a completely innocent virgin.

I had no idea of the true allure of women until that summer, the summer I became the prey.

That year, the heat was intense, temperatures rarely dropping below 30 degrees Celsius; the whole city felt like a sauna. And I had to squeeze into a stuffy classroom with over 70 other students, dozing off. All that talk about holistic education and reducing academic burden was nonsense to us, about to face our first major life challenge. But a child is a child; back then, I wouldn't appreciate the teachers' hard work, only complain about their cruelty. On the platform

, the Chinese teacher was lecturing. To be honest, the Chinese teacher was quite good-looking, with a face somewhat resembling Lin Chi-ling, and a figure just as stunning. If there was any difference, it was that the Chinese teacher was more alluring. Even in this suffocating heat, she was impeccably dressed: a thin white blouse, a black knee-length skirt, light gray stockings, and black high heels—basically a replica of the teacher uniform fetish in Japanese AV. Of course, compared to those actresses with legs as short as an overturned turtle, the teacher's long legs were simply irresistible.

But everyone knows that even when a beautiful woman is lecturing you, especially when you're an exhausted exam candidate, falling asleep is unavoidable. So, I almost resisted and fell asleep on the desk. But

before my eyes had closed for long, my deskmate woke me up. Just as I was about to lash out, I opened my sleepy eyes and saw the Chinese teacher, who was also about to lash out, standing in front of my desk. What bad luck! It had to be this teacher's class. Actually, my grades were quite good, and most teachers would usually turn a blind eye to this. Only this teacher targeted me all day long, scolding me herself whenever she had time, and calling the homeroom teacher to scold me when she didn't. It really annoyed me.

The result was simple: the cleaning crew was free today, and I had to clean up alone tonight. I have to admit I was really docile back then; if it were a few years later, nobody would care, I'd have run away long ago.

By the time I finished cleaning up the mess, it was almost 9 pm. During summer vacation, only students taking extra classes would come, and now it was completely deserted. The huge campus was as quiet as a graveyard. I quickly ran towards the stairs; the dark corridor was actually quite eerie. Just as I was about to go downstairs, I heard a low, intermittent sound coming from the teachers' offices. My heart skipped a beat, and I got goosebumps. Had I really encountered that thing…? Let me explain the school's layout: the classrooms are on the east side, and the stairs are on the west side. Beyond the stairs are rows of buildings with the teachers' offices.

Students taking extra classes live on the top floor. The teachers' offices also include the principal's office and the administrative offices like the academic affairs office.

At that moment, I kept telling myself to hurry up and leave, to avoid trouble. But my legs kept moving forward, step by step. Curiosity can really kill you sometimes! The further I went, the clearer the sounds became, and the bolder I grew. It did sound like ghostly screams from a distance, but as I got closer, I could unmistakably tell it was human voices. And not just any human voices. Although the internet wasn't very developed back then, thanks to the collections of my lewd classmates, I'd already watched quite a few Japanese adult films. So, based on my limited experience, I judged it to be a woman's moans. Even

though I knew it wasn't a ghost, my heart didn't slow down at all; in fact, it seemed to be racing. My legs were trembling slightly, and deep in the dark corridor, a beam of white light shone through a crack in the door onto the floor. So I slowly made my way to the office door, and through the narrow crack, I witnessed an incredibly erotic scene: the Chinese teacher was slumped over her desk, her shirt unbuttoned, her bra tossed onto the sofa, her two snow-white breasts being squeezed by a pair of hairy hands, her tight-fitting skirt pulled up to her waist, her right stocking pulled down, her panties lying on the floor, and her right knee resting on the desk. Behind her, a balding middle-aged man was constantly twisting his hips. The sound was the Chinese teacher's moans… The two were having sex in the middle of the night on campus, the man occasionally uttering obscene words, while the Chinese teacher was almost speechless, only moaning incessantly, mechanically twisting her hips with the man's movements. Her vaginal fluids were flowing continuously from her vulva, soaking her gray stockings completely.

The Chinese teacher did indeed get married recently, but her husband was definitely not that bald, middle-aged fat man, because that guy was our principal, and this office was the principal's office… I doubt the Chinese teacher's husband would ever imagine that his newlywed wife was currently moaning beneath the principal.

At that moment, the principal flipped the Chinese teacher over, making her lie face up on the desk, and after a few moments of support, he thrust in again. The Chinese teacher, who had been somewhat relaxed, tensed all her muscles, and her long, beautiful legs tightly wrapped around the principal's waist. She let out a loud cry. Hearing this cry, the principal muttered a few words softly, and as if encouraged, began to thrust faster. The Chinese teacher's muscles tensed even more, her whole body seemed to tremble, and her cries grew louder and louder, no longer moans but screams. After a while, the cries stopped, but the trembling intensified, and the principal, as if stimulated by something, thrust deeply inside and stopped moving. He took a few deep breaths, then leaned down, took the Chinese teacher's nipple in his mouth, and lay there motionless.

Not long after, the principal seemed to have caught his breath and went to the sofa, plopping down with a thud. He lay motionless like a dead pig. The Chinese teacher, however, remained lying there motionless, her breasts covered in sweat, yet they didn't sag, reflecting an alluring glow under the fluorescent light. White semen slowly oozed from her swollen, red vulva, making her already soaked stockings even dirtier. Her legs remained limply spread apart, as if she were too exhausted to even close them.

Suddenly, however, she seemed to snap out of her daze and glanced towards the crack in the door. Her face changed instantly, turning terrified.

I was also stunned and immediately turned and ran away…

For the rest of the time, I couldn't calm down. I kept thinking about her lewd, sexy figure lying on the desk, and I worried that she might retaliate against me or tell the principal to deal with me.

The next day, nothing seemed to have happened. She didn't even glance at me during class, as if yesterday's events had never occurred. I gradually felt relieved; perhaps it was too dark that night, and she hadn't seen me clearly. So I felt even more at ease. I didn't have to worry about anything anymore. However, I couldn't concentrate on my studies at all. Looking at her beautiful body, her sexy clothes, and thinking about her lewd appearance that night, I was completely out of control; lust almost consumed me. Every time I saw her, I wanted to tear off her top, lift her skirt, and thrust myself into her vagina... Days passed like this, and soon summer school was over, giving us a few short days off before the new semester began. However, before the break, we had to overcome a hurdle—a placement test before tutoring. Unable to concentrate in Chinese class, I completely bombed the test. Not only were the basic questions and classical Chinese completely hopeless, but I also failed the composition and reading comprehension sections. When

I brought the report card home, I inevitably received a beating from my father. After the beating, the father had to start thinking of a solution, since exams were coming up soon, and this behavior would definitely cause trouble. Somehow, he managed to find connections and get my Chinese teacher to tutor me. It's clearly her fault, otherwise my Chinese wouldn't be so terrible, and I only have a few days off, and it's all wasted on this. Of course, I was extremely unhappy, but there was nothing I could do.

The next morning, I was taken to her house. Having to get up so early on my day off was quite annoying. But when I saw her, I was quite impressed. She had her long, black hair styled up, looking very mature. Even at home, she wasn't dressed casually—a short dress that reached her thighs, black silk lace-trimmed leggings, and white patent leather high heels.

She was much more amiable during the lesson. Money really is the most powerful thing in the world; after taking my money, her attitude changed. However, I still couldn't concentrate on her lesson. Because she sat right next to me during the lecture, I could not only smell her alluring fragrance but also feel the slightly tipsy breath from her. Turning my head, I could see her snow-white neck, and looking down, I could clearly see her beautiful cleavage. Naturally, I thought of her that night, and my heart started racing, let alone my reading.

Just as I was indulging in these fantasies, her husband came out of the room. He was quite handsome, a typical scholar. I'd heard from classmates that he was a civil servant, now a minor official in some government agency.

Looking at him, I became even more excited, thinking to myself, "Do you know your wife was slept with by the principal, and enjoyed it? Are you enjoying being cuckolded?" The Chinese teacher, as if hearing my thoughts, glared at me, then raised her voice and continued lecturing. Her husband tidied up the house for a while, said hello, and went to work.

Her husband had just closed the outer security door when she suddenly stopped lecturing and stared straight at me. I felt uneasy under her gaze, but dared not say a word.

"You were having a good time peeping that day, weren't you?" she suddenly yelled.

Already feeling guilty, I almost jumped off the sofa from her shout. "I...I...I didn't peep!" That was it. She'd found out. I'd been so naive, thinking nothing had happened.

But then she just sneered at my answer. Her smile made me even more panicked. Then, a thought struck me, and I knew I was in trouble… If I really hadn't peeped, I wouldn't have known what she was talking about, and I wouldn't have answered that I hadn't. I should have asked her what she meant by peeping. But thinking about it now was useless…

"I saw it! So what! I saw the disgusting thing you did with the principal, so what!" I hardened my heart, deciding to go all in.

Hearing my answer, she was taken aback. "You've got guts, kid." Then she burst into laughter.

"So what do you want?" she asked leisurely, her laughter subsiding.

I couldn't say anything. I just stood there dumbfounded. She, on the other hand, generously invited me to sit down.

"Tell me, how do you know what disgusting things I did at such a young age?" Hearing this, I couldn't very well honestly tell her I'd watched porn, so I remained speechless, my face flushed red.

Suddenly, her hand reached down to my inner thigh and gently touched it. Although I was startled, my lower body stiffened without hesitation. My already red face turned even redder.

Seeing this, she smiled and continued to probe, her fair hand grasping my genitals and beginning to rub them. My back tensed, my upper body straightening, but I was even more speechless.

"Why are you so nervous? Your teacher won't hurt you. I'm just telling you whether that thing is disgusting or not." After saying that, she used her other hand to lift up my t-shirt and put her mouth to my nipple and started sucking. At first, I didn't feel anything comfortable, just a ticklish sensation, so I leaned back tightly, but she didn't budge and continued sucking. After a while, seeing that I still didn't react, she let go.

"You usually seem to be having a lot of fun with those girls at school, but you're still a virgin, you don't know anything."

Although I was very unhappy with her saying that, I could only accept it helplessly, after all, at that time I was just the kind of person who had the desire but not the courage. But it was wrong to say that I didn't know anything. Since things had come to this, I didn't need to be polite. I quickly put one arm around her waist, pulled her into my arms, and kissed her on the lips, my tongue constantly wandering in her mouth. She didn't resist, on the contrary, she enjoyed the passionate kiss with me.

Not to be outdone, I reached my other hand inside her clothes, pulled aside her bra, and squeezed her breast tightly.

This was the first time I'd ever touched a woman's breast, and a truly exquisite one at that—perky, smooth as cream, and soft as cotton. Her other hand wasn't idle either; she quickly began caressing my nipple, and this time I actually felt pleasure there, which excited me even more. She seemed to sense my excitement as well, and her hand stroking my genitals became increasingly forceful and faster. Soon, I couldn't hold back any longer, and I hugged her tightly, my hand mercilessly squeezing her breast, and ejaculated violently. Afterward, I felt completely drained, slumped softly against the sofa, motionless.

Then, she pulled her hand out of my pants, and her fair palm was covered in a paste-like amount of semen.

"Quite a lot, little virgin," she laughed, wiping the semen off her hand, then pulling down my pants and using two pieces of toilet paper to clean me up. After cleaning up, she stopped talking and slipped her tongue into my mouth. At the same time, she grabbed my hand that was around her waist and stuffed it inside her pants. Naturally, my hand slid down to her private parts.

"Yes, right there. Gently rub." She brought her mouth close to my ear, her warm, wet breath tickling me. So my hand obeyed her and began to slowly rub. Gradually, her panties were soaked with her juices. Then I put my hand inside her panties, which were already completely wet. My middle finger moved up and down between her labia. She could barely speak, and her moans grew louder. So I brought my mouth close again, and her tongue naturally slipped inside. During the passionate kiss, my hand found its target, and my fingers rubbed her clitoris. This made her tongue seem numb, and her body began to tremble.

At that moment, my penis became hard again. I couldn't wait to pull my hand out of her underwear.

Suddenly losing her pleasure, she looked at me in surprise, and I placed her hand back on my penis. The moment I touched it, her expression turned even more surprised. Without hesitation, I pressed her head down, and when my penis entered her mouth, she choked a couple of times, perhaps due to nervousness. But being experienced, she quickly recovered, and her soft tongue enveloped my glans, licking it.

Her tongue was not only soft but also incredibly flexible, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. My hand grabbed her hair, pulling it up and down repeatedly—perhaps a man's instinct. She obediently allowed my penis to move in and out of her mouth. At this moment, my hand slipped inside her panties again, rubbing her clitoris. This immediately became unbearable for her; her tongue stopped, and my fingers felt a gush of fluid spurting from her genitals. A short while later, she raised her head and stood up, skillfully removing her panties, which were already soaked with her own vaginal fluid.

"Come on, let me teach you some more pleasurable methods." Then she lay on her side on the sofa and pulled me in front of her. She held my penis with one hand and rubbed it against her vaginal opening a few times, perhaps trying to make it easier to lubricate. I thrust my hips forward and plunged in hard. Her lower body was not only wet and warm, but also incredibly tight, enveloping my lower body tightly. Driven by instinct, I began to move without hesitation. Her legs were spread apart, her smooth inner thighs rubbing against my body, and her hands, seemingly unable to control themselves due to pleasure, rested on my waist. The warmth from her palms excited me even more. The glans of my penis was constantly touched by the folds of her tight vagina, and waves of pleasure surged up. I pressed my hands against her beautiful breasts and kneaded them continuously. Her nipples, erect with arousal, looked even more beautiful.

Then she straddled me, rolled over, and supported herself with her hands, like a female dog raising her full, round buttocks. I didn't stop, continuing to thrust deep into her vagina.

My hands gripped her waist tightly. Her waist was slender and firm; I could even feel the pleasurable trembling of her abdomen as my hands rested there. At the same time, her waist swayed back and forth to meet my thrusts.

Her whole body seemed to tremble, and the moans she had been holding back could no longer be contained; she cried out loudly. Her vagina contracted repeatedly, each contraction gripping my penis tightly.

She seemed to be naturally restless; soon she changed positions. She pushed me down onto the sofa and straddled me, moving up and down continuously. I held her waist with one hand and grasped her breast with the other; her smooth breast trembled in my hand, and she became visibly more excited. The speed of our movements increased, and the contractions inside her vagina became more frequent and powerful. In this position, I could even feel my penis reaching the deepest part of her flower. Each time it did, she cried out louder. Suddenly, her vagina contracted violently, and all the muscles in her body trembled intensely. I couldn't resist such strong contractions either, and soon my waist tightened, and I ejaculated again.

After ejaculating, I didn't let her go. Instead, I pushed her down onto the sofa and kissed her snow-white neck and chest repeatedly. She seemed unable to resist the stimulation, and her orgasms continued unabated.

That's how I gave her my virginity. That day, we continued to make love until evening, when her husband's car was parked downstairs. Only then did we reluctantly put on our clothes.

During that summer vacation, tutoring became my happiest time... Even now, I occasionally reunite with her, but I've gone from being the pitiful prey to the hunter.

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[This post was edited by emma2015 on 2017-08-03 21:42]

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