Rainy Night Passion

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Section 1: An Encounter with Jia

I was an art student in my second year. Our coursework included some sketching assignments, including figure drawing. The school often hired professional female models for these sketches, but students had to pay for it themselves, and it was very expensive. I remember only a few high-achieving or wealthy students were qualified to attend figure drawing classes in the studio; the rest could only draw the Venus de Milo plaster cast. I had neither extra money nor excellent grades, so naturally I couldn't participate in the modeling. However, I didn't mind at all, thinking that drawing plaster casts was just as good.

I continued with my figure drawing practice in this way, while other classmates, more or less, always made a concerted effort to draw or saved money from their meal allowances, so they always had a chance to draw a figure at least once. But I never did. I was tall and strong, and sometimes I dabbled in martial arts. I always ate and drank excessively, and my meager savings disappeared quickly. When I was broke, I was forced to find ways to earn money. Because my portrait drawing skills improved rapidly, I wondered if I could set up a portrait stall on the street. I did it right away, setting up my stall in the bustling city center every evening when the weather was fine. Since there was no competition (high-achieving students wouldn't bother with that), many people came to me for portraits, and I earned enough for cigarettes every day to last a day or two. Eventually, I ran out of money... I went to get my portrait drawn.

Time flew by, and finally, school was out for summer vacation. Few people stayed at school, but I didn't want to go home, so I stayed at school for the summer, planning to find a part-time job.

One evening, as usual, I went to my usual spot, took out some finished portraits of celebrities, set up my easel, and waited for customers.

Business was surprisingly bad. Two hours passed, it was already past nine o'clock at night, and the shopping mall across the street had closed, but still no one wanted a drawing. I looked down at the footsteps of passersby; fewer and fewer people were walking. I considered whether I should close up shop if no one came in another five minutes.

Just as I was thinking this, a pair of white open-toe high-heeled sandals appeared before my eyes, the thin straps drawing beautiful curves on the heels. A pair of exquisitely beautiful feet rested on high-heeled sandals. White, delicate toes, slender soles, pink heels, and a high, arched foot formed a graceful curve with the delicate ankle. The feet were clad in sheer, flesh-colored stockings, incredibly thin, and the delicate toes were painted with red nail polish, appearing even more alluring through the stockings.

I guessed the owner of these feet was no more than twenty-five or twenty-six years old. I couldn't help but raise my head and slowly look up along those beautiful ankles. The smooth, silky curves of the calves couldn't be concealed, and the long, slender thighs were tightly encased in flesh-colored stockings. I then saw a white, very short dress. The woman seemed to be wearing pantyhose, but there was no visible line separating the pantyhose from the upper thigh. Looking up from my squatting position, under the dim streetlights, I saw white panties with bows adorning the sides of her thighs, clinging tightly to her stockings. The panties were sheer and had a cleavage, clearly showing the dark, tangled pubic hair beneath the transparent fabric. I couldn't help but linger a while, mesmerized by the view beneath her skirt. Suddenly, the woman spoke in a soft, sweet voice, "Can I have a sketch drawn?"

I quickly looked away from her skirt and lowered my head, saying, "Of course, small ones are ten yuan, large ones are thirty yuan." I gestured to the chair opposite me, indicating for her to sit down.

She lifted her skirt and sat down, her legs crossed and slightly angled, her hands resting on her knees. Her graceful movements and posture were incredibly captivating. I looked up at her, and she was looking at me too.

"Professor Ying, it's you?!" I exclaimed in surprise, realizing she was a university professor.

"Wang Dang, it's you?!" she replied, equally surprised, standing up. "It's been so long! What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I've been setting up a painting stall here lately to earn some pocket money."

Section Two: Springtime in the Rain.

Ms. Ying was our physical education teacher in our freshman year, but she left the university last year to start her own clothing design company. Ms. Ying is about thirty-four or thirty-five years old, married with children, but because of her excellent maintenance, she looks no more than twenty-seven or twenty-eight. She has beautifully drawn eyebrows, a delicate nose, sexy red lips, and a pretty face. Her skin is fair, smooth, and delicate, her figure is well-proportioned and slender, with a slim waist, rounded buttocks, and a pair of large breasts. One could say... She possessed all the beauty a woman could want. During her figure-building class, she wore a leotard, her figure lithe and alluring, her snow-white, delicate thighs captivating countless boys.

In the midst of our conversation, a bolt of lightning flashed, followed by a deafening roar, and suddenly raindrops the size of soybeans began to fall, sparse at first, then pouring down like a waterfall. I hastily packed up my art stall, not even bothering to pack it up, and ran with Teacher Ying to the entrance of a nearby shopping mall to take shelter. The walk was two or three hundred meters long, and by the time we reached shelter, I was soaked to the bone.

As I stood... After settling down, I muttered a curse at the heavy rain. Looking back, I saw that Teacher Ying was also soaked. Because of her thin clothing, her skirt and underwear were now semi-transparent, clinging to her shapely buttocks. Her high-quality nylon stockings were also completely wet.

Several people were taking shelter from the rain at the mall entrance, and many men were giving her strange looks. Teacher Ying was very embarrassed and flustered, her head lowered, her face flushed, and her arms tightly crossed over her chest.

I quickly stepped forward and stood in front of her. "Teacher Ying, wrap your t-shirt around your neck!" I said. I took off my t-shirt and gave it to her; she used it to wipe her skirt a little.

I looked up, shirtless, and saw the rain was getting heavier and heavier; it didn't seem like it would stop anytime soon. My supplies were mostly okay, except for three or four sheets of paper; everything else was wet, so I threw the wet wipes away. After a while, Ms. Ying had dried her skirt a bit, and it wasn't clinging to her buttocks anymore, but her underwear was mostly soaked. Perhaps feeling uncomfortable in the wetness, she slightly bent over and wrapped her t-shirt around her waist.

She brushed her hair aside, smiled, and said, "Wang, thank you. Aren't you cold being naked like this?"

"I'm not cold. I take cold showers all year round. Look, I don't even have goosebumps." I puffed out my chest and stretched out my arms for her to see.

"Hmm, you're really strong." Teacher Ying smiled.

"But, Teacher Ying, look, the rain is getting heavier and heavier. It doesn't look like it's going to stop tonight. What should we do?"

I wanted to leave, but then I thought better of it. It's not safe for a woman like me to be out in the rain like this.

Teacher Ying had thought of the same thing and said with some worry, "Yes, look, everyone else has already left in the rain. It's just the two of us now, but it's not good for me to be dressed like this in the rain." After saying that, Teacher Ying looked around at the people who were running and leaving in the rain.

"Yes, let's wait a little longer, we can go when the rain gets a bit lighter." I stopped blocking her way and moved to the side.

Waiting... The rainy night was a bit chilly, and Teacher Ying shivered slightly, crossing her arms over her chest. Two hours later, the rain intensified, the ground was flooded, and the sound of rushing water was incessant. It seemed like we were the only ones left on the bustling commercial street besides the glittering lights.

Actually, I didn't know how long I would stay with her. My place was far, but only thirty minutes away; I wasn't afraid to go in the rain.

"Why don't we escape too! My company is nearby, about ten minutes away. Let's go to my company first!"

Ms. Ying finally made up her mind. As she spoke, she reached out and took my arm, pressing her body close to mine, her warm breath gradually exhaling from her nose onto my face. It

was the first time I had been so close to a woman, and my body couldn't help but stiffen a little. Ms. Ying, however, was very generous. She pulled me along, laughing sweetly, "Come on, let's go!" and rushed into the relentless curtain of rain. I couldn't help but be infected by her and shouted as I rushed out. We ran for our lives...

Section 3: The Charming Woman

Soon we arrived at the entrance of the building where Ms. Ying's company was located. After stopping, we were still holding each other's hands tightly. Looking at each other, we couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. The heavy rain had completely ruined Ms. Ying's hairstyle. Her shoulder-length short hair was stuck to the back of her neck with water. My t-shirt wasn't wrapped around her waist; I didn't know when she had taken it off.

Her thin dress, soaked with water, became almost transparent, revealing her alluring, perky breasts. Beneath the white gauze, only two skin-colored, nearly transparent bras tightly encased her full breasts, the areolas protruding slightly against the fabric. The

skin-colored demi-cup bra seemed insufficient to completely conceal her ample bosom. Pale pink areolas peeked from the edges of the lace-embroidered bra cups, revealing a deep cleavage. With a slight twist of her waist, her fair breasts were partially exposed.

Her stockings clung tightly to her rounded buttocks and long, slender legs, making her appear almost naked in the water. Beneath her completely transparent, sexy silk panties, the forbidden abyss of her genitals was faintly visible; her bulging vulva was like a perfectly ripe peach, with lovely pink labia and black pubic hair comfortably covering her sacred feminine domain, clearly visible.

I stared intently at Ms. Ying's beautiful lower body. Seeing this, my lower body swelled, and my penis involuntarily hardened, clearly erect, creating a large bulge in my rain-soaked pants.

Ms. Ying, however, was also looking down at my lower body. Noticing my reaction, her beautiful face broke into a smile. She chuckled and said, "What are you doing? Why are you like this?"

"I don't know, I'm sorry," I said, blushing and quickly covering my groin with my hands.

"It's okay, let's go upstairs first. It's not good to stand like this, let's dry off first." She pressed the elevator button.

In the elevator, neither of us spoke, and the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.

"You have a great figure. My company is planning to shoot an underwear advertisement, and I'd like to ask you to be the male model. What do you think?" Ms. Ying broke the silence. "Sure, it would be my honor to help you, Ms. Ying."

"However, this advertisement requires us to work together, and I'll be appearing completely nude. I wonder if you'll mind?"

Ms. Ying's tone was somewhat teasing.

"Oh, I see. But I've never seen or been in contact with a woman before. I'm afraid I'll embarrass myself." I blushed slightly.

She asked with some doubt, "Didn't you see any women when you were learning to draw nudes?"

"I... I really have never seen any. I'm having a hard time being with you like this today, Teacher." I told the truth.

"Ah! So you're still a virgin?" Teacher Ying suddenly looked at my bare upper body with a strange gaze, appearing somewhat excited.

"I..." I was speechless.

"Yes, that's a problem..." Teacher Ying pondered, "Well, it's already so late, I think you can sleep here tonight."

I listened to the rain outside the window; it seemed I wouldn't be able to go home today. I nodded.

She smiled and suddenly moved closer to me in a somewhat seductive manner, whispering in my ear, "Do you think Teacher's figure is alright?"

She pressed her breasts against my body.

I had never seen such a gentle approach before, and I was dizzy with dazedness. "Okay... okay..."

"Teacher is also a woman. How about I let you see Teacher's body first?" Her breasts were soft and fragrant, and I couldn't help but nod vigorously.

"I'll show you in a bit, this will help you get used to your sensitivity to women, and that will make things easier when filming," she said, slapping me lightly.

I was a little flustered, mumbled something vaguely, and nodded haphazardly.

Section Four: Indulging in Flower Viewing

After a while, we arrived at the tenth floor, her company, a duplex apartment building that served as both office and living quarters—Teacher Ying's temporary residence. Her bedroom was at the very end.

As soon as we entered the bedroom, Teacher Ying sat down in a chair, laughing and exclaiming, "This is so interesting! Today's heavy rain has brought us a future male model!"

"Not at all, I don't know if I'll be alright," I said, striking a pose. "Let's try it now, it mainly tests your physical abilities and some emotional control. Oh, I have to take off my shoes," she said, lifting her feet and flexing her toes.

Teacher Ying's action of taking off her shoes was indeed incredibly graceful.

The delicate high heels clicked softly on the floor, and the pretty heels obediently slipped out of the shoes. Then, with a slight backbend of her legs, the back half of her beautiful feet emerged from the heels.

The arch of her feet was simply exquisite. She crossed her right leg over her left knee, reached out her left hand to catch the wobbly high heel of her right foot, and placed it under the chair. Lifting her left foot, still shuffling in the high heel, she swung her ankle a few times, and the high heel "thudded" off, landing on the floor a foot or so in front of her. Teacher Ying reached out and pulled the high heel back to her, then with a flick of her silk-stockinged foot, she pushed it under the seat as well.

"Wang Dang, watch closely, I want to see your reaction now. So you'd better take off all your pants, you have to be completely naked," she said seductively.

At this point, I came to my senses. I was completely helpless in front of her. Although I was physically strong, my blood was rushing, and I was having some difficulty breathing, I could only nod in response to her questions. I

quickly pulled down my wet trousers and dried myself with a towel, but I was too embarrassed to take off my

underwear, even though it was still wet. "Really, you're still very wet. You need to dry yourself off, or you'll catch a cold. Take off your underwear too," she smiled and handed me a dry towel. "But I'm not used to being naked in front of my teacher like this. I've never been in front of a woman like this before," I said, protecting my genitals. "

I just want to test your genital response. Otherwise, what will we do when we're filming? Really, don't have any other thoughts. It's nothing. Hurry up, I won't mind, really," Teacher Ying said with a smile.

I had no choice but to grit my teeth and take off my underwear, revealing my wet genitals, and quickly dried myself off in a few strokes. My penis, as thick as a child's arm, was already throbbing and numb, standing erect like a small cannon, its glans red and the size of a duck egg.

Teacher Ying's gaze swept from side to side across my genitals, a look of surprise on her face. She licked her cherry lips and swallowed.

"A nice figure, good. Now watch my movements and try to control your emotions." Then, Teacher Ying began her test.

She slowly pulled down her skirt, revealing her beautiful figure. In an instant, her flawless body, like Venus's white jade, appeared before me. Her high breasts were still covered by a bra, but it did little to conceal them other than making them appear more alluring. She unhooked the transparent bra, casually tossing it onto the bed, and touched her nipples, letting her long-restrained soft, snowy peaks relax.

Against her snow-white skin, her breasts appeared incredibly alluring; as she turned, her soft breasts, unbound by a bra, bounced, the two erect and tempting pink nipples trembling and quivering, vibrant and captivating. Glancing to the side, I noticed that Ms. Ying was still wearing sheer flesh-colored pantyhose, her rounded buttocks and deep cleft incredibly beautiful, her slender legs inspiring endless fantasies, her pink vulva, her black pubic hair… a truly magnificent sight.

The thin, smooth flesh-colored stockings accentuated Ms. Ying's already fair and full legs, making them even more sexy and alluring. Ms. Ying flexed her toes, her alluring toes twitching a few times within the stockings. Then, unexpectedly, she raised her left leg high, her elegant and charming sole displayed before me, a truly feast for the eyes. "Ms. Ying, your pantyhose are so beautiful!" I whispered, my body reacting strongly.

She looked at me, swaying her body gently and gracefully, twisting her round, plump buttocks charmingly, her beautifully shaped, fair legs moving together, her hands reaching up to her waist, finding the top of her pantyhose, and slowly rolling it down to her knees.

Teacher Ying lifted one leg and nimbly pulled her damp pantyhose down from her knee to her toes. Then, she gently pulled the sheer toe of the pantyhose down with her fingers, completely exposing her fair, pinkish-white foot to the air. She then lifted her other leg, removed the stockings, and crumpled them into a ball, placing them on the bedside table.

I couldn't help but groan. It was the first time in my life I'd seen a woman's body, and so beautifully, so close. My heart pounded, and my lower body contracted, ejaculating a thick stream of semen that shot directly onto Teacher Ying's foot. My legs went weak, and I almost collapsed to the ground, quickly closing my eyes.

Teacher Ying, startled by the sound, immediately turned around, walked to me, grabbed my arm, and asked with concern, "What's wrong? It seems your stamina isn't enough; you need more training."

Because we were so close, her large breasts almost blocked my mouth.

"I...I...you...you..." I stammered, unable to speak further, almost collapsing. I could only raise my hand and wave it. "Is the teacher's figure not good?" Seeing my reaction, she seemed pleased. She shook her breasts, then cupped them with her hand.

"Okay...you...I..." I blushed and closed my eyes.

She smiled and pulled me up, saying, "You're really naive. People in the design department of the art academy shouldn't be too sensitive about nudity."

She patted my hand and said in a seductive voice, "It doesn't matter, we're all adults, relax, I'll help you mature."

I couldn't use any tricks on her. Although I was strong, my blood was rushing, and I was having some difficulty breathing, I could only nod again to her question.

She noticed my genitals and suddenly said, "You seem quite interested in my pantyhose. I saw that your crotch was quite large earlier, but now that I've taken off the stockings, it looks a bit smaller."

I nodded, feeling she'd seen through me. She seemed pleased and said, "If you like, I'll put the pantyhose back on for you to see. That will make the test easier."

She smiled sweetly and gave me a dry towel, then used it to dry herself before going to the bathroom. A moment later, the door opened.

Teacher Ying emerged like a fairy, having removed her underwear and put on a pair of white lace pantyhose. There was a small piece of silk fabric embroidered with a flower on the crotch. I knew these were pantyhose that didn't require underwear. Teacher Ying was so open! She wasn't wearing any underwear.

The white stockings hugged her long, slender legs, and through the semi-transparent stockings at her lower abdomen, I could vaguely see black pubic hair. Through the stockings, I could also see that Teacher Ying's vulva was shaped like a peach. This time, I was incredibly excited.

Her long, slender legs and delicate feet, clad in sheer velvet pantyhose, stirred endless fantasies. Her perfectly proportioned legs, accentuated by the sheer stockings, seemed to glow magically under the light. Her smooth back, full hips, and wasp waist swayed with increasing allure, highlighting her exquisite curves. Her beautiful abdomen was smooth and white, with a charming little belly button, as alluring as a cherry blossom.

Ms. Ying wore a semi-transparent gauze nightgown, and because she wasn't wearing a bra, her full, perky breasts were partially exposed. She slowly walked towards me, each movement emphasizing her curvaceous figure.

My lower body involuntarily swelled several times its previous size.

"Please sit down!" Ms. Ying gestured to the Simmons bed beside her.

I sat down as instructed.

Teacher Ying walked up to me, pressed me down, and plopped down on my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck and said, "Understanding a woman's body can calm your impulses. In a moment, I'm going to test your sexual ability by making love to you."

"I...I..." Before I could finish speaking, she had already thrust her tongue into my mouth.

Section Five: First Taste of Forbidden Fruit

Our saliva mingled, and her tongue had an indescribable sweetness; it felt soft, smooth, and comfortable. She pressed me down onto the bed, her long, slender legs, clad in sheer pantyhose, coiling around me like snakes. I had the strength, but I was powerless. I could only let her kiss me.

After a while, I became aroused. I sucked hard on her red lips, then forcefully thrust my tongue into Teacher Ying's moist, saliva-filled mouth.

At this moment, Teacher Ying's tongue entwined with mine, sucking on it. When I withdrew my tongue, hers followed. I licked her tongue, and Teacher Ying trembled with joy, her tongue entwining with mine even more forcefully, pursuing unparalleled pleasure. We sucked each other's saliva mouth-to-mouth. I held Teacher Ying's body tightly with one hand, and caressed her body with the other. My fingers trembled with excitement as I gently pulled open the front of her nightgown, my fingers lingering on her waist and her pantyhose-clad buttocks, enjoying the sensations of flesh. My

rising lust led me to touch her pubic hair, then moved downwards. When I found the soft crevice of her vulva, the excitement almost made me breathless.

After a long while, she finally let me catch my breath, saying softly, "Take off my nightgown!"

My blood was already boiling, and I ripped off her transparent nightgown in one swift motion. Her large breasts sprang out, seemingly making a "pop" sound, pressing against my chest.

She stood up, straddling my lower body, bent down, pulled my thighs to one side, took my swollen penis in her hand, and slowly kissed it. Then she took it into her mouth, sucking on it incessantly. Her small mouth couldn't quite take in the entire glans, which made her lips bulge.

Her tongue moved back and forth on the glans, her teeth gently biting the penis, spitting out some saliva that dripped onto the glans. She used her tongue to pry open the opening of the glans and pushed hard.

I almost ejaculated again, my body convulsing slightly. She seemed to sense it and released my penis. Turning back to me, she panted, "You should suck on it too, my pussy smells so good!"

She spread her thighs, her pantyhose-clad buttocks pressing hard against my head. It seemed she had been aroused for a long time. Her beautiful petals opened and closed with her breath, sweet nectar flowing from her vagina. Her velvet pantyhose were soaked, her labia red, swollen, and very alluring.

My heart was pounding. I sucked hard on her pantyhose with my tongue. The pantyhose did indeed have a fragrance, emitting a faint perfume scent. Kissing through the stockings felt so smooth and soft. Her vulva, covered by the stockings, looked so smooth and delicate, and I was deeply attracted.

At this moment, I was extremely excited, my heart was pounding, and my penis was throbbing. Unconsciously, a thick stream of semen shot straight into Teacher Ying's cherry mouth with a spurt. Teacher Ying cried out in surprise, opened her small mouth, and sucked all the semen into her mouth. Then, with her sucking and licking, she made my almost limp penis hard again.

Under Teacher Ying's dominance, I used my teeth to bite the crotch of her alluring pantyhose. Unconsciously, I suddenly bit a hole in the crotch of her pantyhose. My tongue went in perfectly, parting her petals, the tip of my tongue touching the clitoris, licking, making Teacher Ying's thighs writhe and her buttocks sway vigorously.

With my left index and middle fingers, I parted the labia of her vulva. At that moment, I could clearly see that Ms. Ying's exquisitely beautiful private parts were as smooth as a baby's. Two thin, pink lips nestled between two thick, fleshy lips, oozing a few glistening drops of fluid. I curled my tongue inside and teased the two thin lips with the tip of my tongue, especially the small fleshy mound at the tip. She instinctively began to wriggle her hips again. I inserted the tip of my tongue into the warm, fleshy walls, teasing and licking. Ms. Ying's lower body continued to gush fluid, her body trembling. "Mmm, ah... ah... so good... so good... I... ah, ah... I feel so good... I can't take it anymore... I want it!" Ms. Ying suddenly cried out. This was the first time I had heard a woman moan in heat; it was so wanton.

She was sucking my penis hard, and I almost ejaculated again. My body convulsed slightly. She sensed it, so she released my penis and skillfully stroked it with her hand, temporarily suppressing my burning desire.

After a while, she stopped, turned to face me, and said, "Now I'll show you my most mysterious place, and I'll explain its function." Ms. Ying blushed, reached down and pulled down her pantyhose to her calves, placing her legs above my head, sitting on my chest.

"Look, these are the labia majora, and inside are the labia minora. Oh, this is the clitoris, the most sensitive spot. This opening is the vaginal opening," she said, parting her labia to reveal the opening, presenting her peach-like vulva to me. "This is where your penis goes in."

I poked it with my finger, and Ms. Ying cried out, "Ah... ah... what are you doing?"

I couldn't resist any longer. I sat up and hugged Ms. Ying tightly, saying, "I know, let me try!"

I brought my mouth to hers, licking her hardening areolas and nipples in circles with my tongue, while also passionately sucking on them.

"Mmm...that's it! Ah..." Perhaps it was the sensation emanating from her nipples, but the teacher let out a muffled moan, arching her thighs to clamp my body, her buttocks swaying restlessly, seeking more stimulation.

Sensing her arousal, I began licking from her chest down to her navel with the tip of my tongue.

"Ah...!" The teacher's body trembled as if electrocuted, her lower abdomen involuntarily rising.

I seized the opportunity to cup her rounded buttocks, and saw white fluid continuously gushing from her vagina, the bed already somewhat damp.

Her pantyhose were still hanging on her calves; I ripped them off, spreading her thighs, revealing her pink petals and deep black pubic hair—a breathtakingly beautiful sight.

Section Six: Exploring the Cave

I bent down, sucking the sweet nectar.

"Ah..." The teacher's hands gripped the sheets tightly, letting out a moan.

After a long while, I grew tired, while the teacher reached her climax.

Teacher Ying turned around and pinned me down again, shifting her writhing desire to her thighs. She lifted her legs onto my chest and pressed them against me, as if demanding more intense caresses.

I let her body rest on mine, enjoying the pressure of her weight. I held her body tightly with my left hand and lifted her buttocks with my right, admiring their fleshy texture. My fingers traced the crevice between her mounds, finding the wet, glistening opening.

Now, Teacher Ying's juices soaked my genitals. I embraced her neck, focusing all my attention on her burning lips.

"Put it in..." Teacher Ying called out seductively.

I grasped my hot, hard penis with one hand and searched for her vaginal opening with the other, wanting to insert it there. Teacher Ying responded by lowering her buttocks above me.

Because this was my first time, my penis thrust upwards two or three times, but only grazed her labia, unable to penetrate properly.

"You're so useless!" Teacher Ying suddenly said, grabbing my penis with her fingers and twisting her hips to try and swallow the glans.

I also thrust my hips upwards, and with the slippery feeling, I parted the labia, and the glans went in a little.

But my penis was too big. "Ouch! It hurts, stop!" Teacher Ying cried out as I was about to insert the whole penis, lifting her hips to pull my penis out.

But once the glans entered Teacher Ying's vagina, it was like a magnet, and it wouldn't come off. Teacher Ying tried to stand up, but my glans followed her, unable to leave her vagina.

"Pull it out quickly, it hurts so much!" Teacher Ying cried out in pain.

Seeing Teacher Ying's expression, I also wanted to pull it out, but the more excited I became, the more my penis swelled up after being moistened by Teacher Ying's vaginal fluid, the larger it became, half again as large as before. Teacher Ying's vaginal opening seemed to be tearing.

"Ugh... ah..." Teacher Ying cried out in pain.

Her whole body convulsed, and I could feel a tingling, tingling sensation inside her labia and vaginal opening. I hadn't expected my first time making love to be like this, and since Ms. Ying had given birth before, her vagina shouldn't be this painful.

I held her tightly, kissing her, "Let me soften up slowly before I pull out, it might be better."

"No, try going in slowly first, my vaginal walls are still wide," Ms. Ying disagreed with me pulling out.

She pressed the weight of her full body against me, holding me tightly, deeply sucking my penis in, our bodies attacking each other like in battle, our genitals rubbing against each other.

I held Ms. Ying's slender waist with one hand, and grasped my engorged penis with the other, aiming at the center of her moist petals, and thrusting in with all my might.

With a "plop," my thick penis finally penetrated the depths of her wet, fleshy hole. The depths of her vagina seemed to have received a long-awaited penis, writhing with joy.

"Ah...!" The teacher couldn't help but groan loudly, "Good...good...finally...it's in..." At the same time, her body was covered in fragrant sweat that flowed down like pearls!

Teacher Ying gently trembled her lower body and weakly whispered in my ear, "Come on top of me."

After saying that, she moved her body to the side.

My penis was tightly connected to her vulva. I slowly turned my body and placed myself between Teacher Ying's legs. Her full, snow-white thighs swayed and then clamped around my waist. Her vaginal muscles twitched impatiently. But because our genitals were tightly joined, there was no twitching at all.

I pushed hard on my buttocks, as if I wanted to pierce her uterus, but I could only move a little bit. Teacher Ying groaned and moaned with both pain and excitement...

"Don't ejaculate inside my vagina. If you can't pull out right away, just bear with it." Teacher Ying kissed me.

I held her tightly, sucking and kissing, pressing and licking her breasts, burying my face in their soft mounds, continuing this incessant sucking and licking.

During this time, Ms. Ying took the initiative with her body, swaying her hips, rubbing her tender flesh against my penis, exhaling hot breaths, gradually increasing the intensity of her movements.

My penis swelled inside Ms. Ying's vagina, her lust rising wildly, her vagina overflowing with copious amounts of vaginal fluid, but my penis blocked it completely, not a drop escaped. My glans felt her inner walls saturated with holy water, hot and clear.

"I never thought your penis could even take it from me," Ms. Ying said in a hoarse, excited voice, her body twisting and coiling like a giant snake, lifting her large buttocks while simultaneously squeezing and rubbing my penis.

The numbing pleasure increased, our lust intensified, and her vagina flowed even more fluid.

Teacher Ying hugged my body tightly, spreading her legs almost to meet my enormous penis. Her feet, stretched out on the mat, twitched restlessly, while her upper body arched back, emitting whimpering sounds.

My whole body became excited, so I thrust harder, trying to make some thrusting movements. Although each time I didn't move much, the stimulation to Teacher Ying was immense.

"Ah...! Good... Darling... So good..." "Ah... Coming... Oh... Oh... Ahh... Ahhh..."

Teacher Ying continued her seductive cries. Her lower body could no longer support her, and she could only use her elbows to support her body to withstand my impact.

"More... Harder!" Amidst Teacher Ying's desire for orgasm mixed with her chaotic breathing and panting, I no longer had any thoughts of tenderness. I grabbed Teacher Ying's waist, making her support her body, and I tried my best to thrust my penis deep into Teacher Ying's flower to respond to her cries. Teacher Ying's whole body was trembling, accepting me with all her might.

"Ah...! I...I can't take it anymore!! I...I can't take it anymore!! Ah..." Teacher Ying suddenly let out a high-pitched moan. Accompanied by a surge of heat shooting from the depths of her flower, it impacted the hard root of desire.

Teacher Ying tilted her head back, her tightly furrowed brows and contracted lower abdomen, her slender legs wrapping more and more tightly around my waist, all as if she was trying her best to hold back the climax that was about to get out of control. Teacher Ying, who had been stripped, could no longer support herself, her hands stretched out weakly, panting on the bed.

For some reason, I had involuntarily ejaculated when I saw Teacher Ying putting on her pantyhose, but now my penis, soaked in Teacher Ying's holy water, was even harder. I continued my thrusting, entering the depths of her flower path more smoothly. After a while, Teacher Ying seemed to be brought back by me. Her snow-white buttocks spun like a millstone, her silver teeth clenched, her beautiful hair disheveled, and she kept moaning and groaning.

"Oh...oh, hey...it seems...you won't...come...out...until...you...come," Teacher Ying groaned. "I...am...coming...almost...coming...let's...come...together...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh..."

I lifted Teacher Ying's legs and pushed them towards her chest, a position that allowed my penis to enter Teacher Ying's flower path more smoothly. Teacher Ying's lower body had already blossomed into an alluring flower.

"Oh...god! Harder! Thrust...in!!" Teacher Ying let out a cute moan.

I thrust straight in, penetrating Teacher Ying's flower path with all my might. Teacher Ying couldn't withstand such strong stimulation, "Ah...!! No...don't...I...I can't...can't take it anymore!! Ah..." Teacher Ying shook her head violently, begging for mercy breathlessly! Her slender fingers gripped my arm tightly, trying to endure the impact of pleasure on her uterus. But under my continued attack, Teacher Ying succumbed once again.

Teacher Ying's love juice gushed out like a fountain once again. With this climax, my endurance reached its limit. Soon, I felt an unusual stimulation on my glans, the pleasure growing stronger and stronger, then expanding into an indescribable joy.

Teacher Ying noticed the change in the pulsation of my penis inside her. "Don't ejaculate inside..." She tried to pull out, but the tight intercourse prevented her from doing so. "Oh! Don't be so fast, wait a moment!" But I, in the final sprint, had already shot out like an arrow released from a bow. Her cries were completely useless! A fiery sensation gushed from deep within my body, accompanied by a numbingly intense pleasure, shooting through my glans and deep into her vagina. My body's spasms slowed down. Finally, I calmed down completely. "Oh, your semen is so hot," Teacher Ying said, hugging me tightly as she was burned by the semen. I hugged her tightly too, savoring the sensation, my penis still inside Teacher Ying's vagina, unwilling to pull out.

Section Seven:

After a long while, the two of them finally recovered.

My penis gradually shrank, and half of it could be pulled out of Teacher Ying's vagina. Teacher Ying's lower body was still filled with a large amount of a mixture of holy water and semen. She reached out her jade hand and touched it, saying, "The liquid inside is very nutritious. I've lost so much, I need to use it to replenish myself. Suck it into your mouth and feed it to me."

I did as she said and put my mouth against her opening. The mixture of holy water and semen had a slightly pungent smell. I sucked a big mouthful, and then, mouth to mouth with Teacher Ying, I fed her the liquid. Teacher Ying drank it with great relish.

"Ah, that was so good, Wang Dang, you're really great. Tomorrow, let's try again. It seems you're still pretty good." Teacher Ying kept touching my genitals and said happily.

"Teacher Ying, that was so pungent just now," I said, gently rubbing her two breasts.

"Slut? It's all because of your thing, it's making me feel like I'm dying." Teacher Ying said, slapping my still swollen penis with her hand.

"You really are! Oh, it's so unlucky to have such a big penis like yours. My opening is all open, it hurts so much, I don't know if I can walk tomorrow. I just had vaginal tightening surgery a few days ago, and it was so hard to shrink my vagina, but you made it big again." Teacher Ying used four fingers together to insert into her vagina, it was a little loose, and it went in easily.

I kissed Teacher Ying and said, "Teacher Ying, you're so good!"

After hearing my words, she touched my glans with her hand, lay in my arms, and said coquettishly, "What? Call me Sister Ying."

"Oh, it's already five o'clock, go to sleep, I have things to do tomorrow, Sunday," Teacher Ying said.

"I didn't expect it to take so long," I was also surprised.

But with Teacher Ying constantly touching my lower body, I couldn't help but feel aroused, and I turned around and pressed myself against Teacher Ying again.

Ms. Ying was somewhat reluctant, saying, "No, my lower body is killing me with pain. I don't know if I'll be able to walk tomorrow."

I ignored her, and with one hand, I put Ms. Ying in a doggy-style position. Although Ms. Ying was unwilling, with my vigorous stimulation and her own unquenched lust, she allowed me to penetrate her vagina from behind.

"Oh oh oh... oh... oh oh... oh ooh, oh oh oh oh oh," she kept moaning, her body twisting and her buttocks muscles clenching.

I thrust vigorously, and soon Ms. Ying had several orgasms, one after another, until she went limp. My emotions were rising, and I wasn't going to let her stop there. I turned her over, and at this point, she had no will of her own, her eyes squinting, dazed from excessive lust, letting me do whatever I wanted.

I spread her snow-white thighs, placed them on my shoulders, and with one thrust, I aimed at her genitals, penetrating her forcefully.

"My darling, no more, I can't take it... oh oh oh... oh... oh... oh oh..." Ms. Ying groaned.

"Do you like being penetrated by me?" I blurted out for some reason.

"Yes, I love it..." Teacher Ying moaned softly, her expression one of extreme pleasure.

As my movements became more and more vigorous, and I continued thrusting, Teacher Ying grew exhausted. She gripped my penis with both hands, trying to stop me. After a while, she suddenly let out a low cry of pain and fainted.

I didn't know what was wrong with her, and continued thrusting into her. Suddenly, I felt a surging tremor throughout my body, and a stream of semen shot deep into Teacher Ying's vagina. I took a few deep breaths, and with a thud, I collapsed onto Teacher Ying's naked, lamb-like body, though my penis remained inside her vagina.

I kissed Teacher Ying's small mouth for a long time before realizing that she had fainted. My vigorous movements had slightly abraded her genitals, leaving some blood. But I was powerless to do anything about it; making love like this was too exhausting. I could only lie on top of Teacher Ying and we fell asleep in each other's arms...

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