A Rainy Night's Passion (The Beautiful Teacher in Stockings) (Complete)

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A Rainy Night's Passion
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Chapter 1: An Encounter with a Beauty
I was an art student. In my second year, the course assigned some sketching assignments, including figure drawing. The school often hired professional female models as subjects, but students had to pay for it themselves, and the price was very expensive. I remember that only a few students with excellent grades or money were qualified to attend figure drawing classes in the studio; the rest of the students could only draw the Venus de Milo plaster cast. I had neither extra money nor excellent grades, so naturally I had no chance with female models. Even so, I didn't care much about it, 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'm tall and strong, and sometimes I dabble in martial arts. I always indulged in eating and drinking, and my meager savings would disappear 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 immediately set up my stall in the bustling city center every sunny evening. Since there was no competition (high-achieving students would disdain doing this), I decided to take the plunge. Many people came to me for portraits, so I earned a little money each day, enough to cover cigarettes for a day or two. Later, I only went for portraits when I was broke.
Time flew by, and finally, school holidays arrived. 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 celebrity portraits, set up my easel, and waited for customers.
Business was surprisingly bad. Two hours later, it was already past nine o'clock at night, and the shopping mall across the street had closed. Still no one wanted to paint. I looked down at the footsteps of passersby; the number of people was dwindling. I considered whether to close up shop if no one came in another five minutes.
Just then, a pair of white open-toe high-heeled sandals appeared before my eyes. The thin straps traced beautiful curves on the heels, and a pair of exquisite feet rested on them. White toes, slender soles, pink heels, a high arch, and delicate ankles formed a graceful arc. 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 look up and slowly traced the path up those beautiful ankles. The smooth, silky curves of the calves were undeniably graceful, and the long, slender thighs were tightly encased in flesh-colored stockings. I then saw a white mini-dress; the woman seemed to be wearing pantyhose. However, there was no visible line separating the pantyhose at the top of her thighs. Looking up from my squatting position, under the dim streetlights, I could see white thongs with bows adorning the sides of her thighs, clinging tightly to her pantyhose. The thongs were sheer and had a cleavage, clearly showing the dark, tangled pubic hair beneath. I couldn't help but linger a while, mesmerized, when suddenly, the woman asked 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 she should sit down.
She lifted her skirt and sat down, her legs together at an angle, 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 stood up in equal surprise. "Long time no see, what are you doing here?"
"Oh, I've been setting up a painting stall here to earn some pocket money."
Section Two: Springtime in the Rain
Teacher Ying was our physical education teacher in our freshman year, but she took a leave of absence from the university last year to start her own clothing design company. Teacher 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 years old. 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 slender and well-proportioned, with a slim waist, round buttocks, and a pair of large breasts. You could say she has all the beauty a woman could have. During her physical education class, she wore a leotard, her movements light and graceful, sexy and charming. Her snow-white, delicate thighs captivated countless boys' souls.
While we were talking, a bolt of lightning flashed in the sky, followed by a thunderclap, and suddenly raindrops the size of soybeans began to fall. At first, the rain was sparse, but in an instant it poured down like a waterfall. I hurriedly grabbed my painting stall, not even having time to pack it up, and rushed with Teacher Ying to the entrance of a nearby shopping mall to take shelter. The distance was two or three hundred meters,
and by the time we reached shelter, I was soaked to the bone. After I stopped, I muttered curses at the heavy rain and looked back. Teacher Ying was also completely drenched. Because her clothing was very thin, her skirt and underwear were now semi-transparent, clinging to her shapely buttocks. Her high-quality nylon stockings were also soaked.
Several people were taking shelter 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 ..." "Here you go!" she said, taking off her t-shirt and handing it to her. She wiped her skirt slightly.
I looked up, shirtless, and saw the rain was getting 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 being wet, 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.
We waited… The rainy night was a bit chilly, and Ms. 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 about thirty minutes away, and I wasn't afraid to go in the rain.
"How about we escape for a bit? My company is nearby, about ten minutes away. Let's go to my company first!"
Ms. Ying finally made up her mind. She reached out and took my arm, pressing her body close to mine, her warm breath gradually hitting my face.
This was the first time I'd been so close to a woman, and I couldn't help but stiffen. Ms. Ying, however, was very generous. She pulled me along, laughing sweetly, "Come on, let's go!" and charged into the relentless rain. Inspired by her, I yelled and ran out too, and we ran for our lives…
(Chapter 3: A Charming Woman)
We quickly reached 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 both felt a little awkward. The heavy rain had completely ruined Ms. Ying's hairstyle; her shoulder-length hair was plastered to her
neck by the water. My t-shirt, which hadn't been wrapped around her waist, was gone. Her thin dress, soaked through, became almost transparent, revealing her alluring, perky breasts. Under the white gauze, only two skin-colored, nearly transparent bras could be vaguely seen tightly encasing her full breasts, the areolas protruding slightly against the fabric.
The skin-colored demi-cup bra didn't seem to completely conceal her large breasts. A glimpse of pale pink areolas peeked from the edge of the lace-embroidered high-end bra cups, revealing a deep cleavage. With a slight twist of her waist, her fair breasts were half-exposed.
Stockings clung tightly to Ms. Ying's round, pert buttocks and slender, delicate legs, and under the influence of the water, they appeared almost naked. Beneath her completely transparent, sexy silk panties, the forbidden abyss of her groin 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 involuntarily swelled, and my penis involuntarily hardened, clearly erect, creating a large bulge in my rain-soaked pants.
Ms. Ying, however, was looking down at my groin. Noticing my reaction, a smile bloomed on her face. 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 crotch with my hands.
"It's alright, let's go upstairs first. It's not good to stand like this. Dry yourself off first." She pressed the elevator button.
We didn't speak in the elevator; the atmosphere was a little awkward.
"You have a great figure. My company wants to shoot an underwear ad campaign, and I'd like 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 ad 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, 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. Being with you like this today is a bit too much for me," 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, then suddenly moved closer to me seductively, whispering in my ear, "Do you think my figure is alright?"
She pressed her breasts against my body.
I had never experienced such a gentle approach before, and I was momentarily dizzy. "Okay... okay..."
"Teacher is a woman too, how about I let you see my body first?" Her breasts were soft and fragrant, and I couldn't help but nod vigorously.
"I'll let you see them in a moment, 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 somewhat at a loss, mumbling a few words and nodding haphazardly.
Section Four: Enjoying the Flowers
After a while, we arrived at the tenth floor, her company. It was a duplex office building, serving as both an office and a residence—Teacher Ying's temporary home. Her bedroom was at the very end.
Upon entering the bedroom, Teacher Ying sat down in a chair, laughing and exclaiming, "This is so interesting! Today's heavy rain has brought our future male model here!"
"Not at all, I don't know if it'll do," I said, striking a pose. "Let's try it now. It mainly tests your physical and emotional control. Oh, I need to take off my shoes." She lifted her feet and flexed her toes.
Teacher Ying's action of taking off her shoes was indeed incredibly graceful.
Her delicate high heels made a soft sound on the floor, and her beautiful heels obediently emerged from the shoes. Then, her calves deftly pulled back slightly, and the back half of her beautiful feet slipped out of the shoes.
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 on her right foot, and placed it under the chair. Lifting her left foot, still shuffling with the high heel, she swung her ankle a few times, and the high heel clattered off with a "thud," landing on the floor a foot or so in front of her. Teacher Ying reached out and pulled the shoe back to her, then with a flick of her silk-stockinged foot, she pushed it under the seat as well.
"Wang Dang, watch closely. Teacher wants to see your reaction. So you'll have to take off all your pants, completely naked," she said seductively.
At this moment, I came to my senses. I was completely helpless in front of her. Although I was strong, my blood was rushing, and I was having some difficulty breathing, I could only nod at her question.
I quickly pulled off my wet trousers, dried myself with a towel, but I was too embarrassed to take off my underwear, so even though it was still wet, I had to make do with it.
"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 faced 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 smiled.
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 swollen and numb, standing upright like a small cannon, the glans red, like a duck egg.
Teacher Ying's eyes scanned left and right of my genitals without leaving them, revealing a surprised look, she stuck out her tongue and licked her cherry lips, swallowing her saliva.
"You have a good figure, good, now watch my movements, and try to control your emotions." Then, Teacher Ying began her testing experiment.
She slowly pulled down her skirt, revealing her beautiful figure. In an instant, her flawless body, like Venus's white jade, appeared before my eyes. Her high breasts were still covered by a bra, but it did little to conceal them except to make them look more alluring. She unhooked the transparent bra, casually tossed it on the bed, and touched her nipples, letting her soft, snowy peaks, which had been restrained for so long, 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. Turning my head, 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, her round, plump buttocks twisting alluringly. Her beautifully shaped, fair legs moved together, and she reached out with her hands to her waist, finding the top of her pantyhose, and slowly rolled it down to her knees.
Teacher Ying lifted one leg, quickly pulling the damp pantyhose from her thigh to her toes, then gently pulling it down with her fingers along the transparent toe, revealing her fair, pinkish-white foot completely to the air. She lifted the other leg, removed the stocking, and then crumpled it into a ball and placed it on the bedside table.
I couldn't help but groan. This 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 fell to the ground, quickly closing my eyes.
Startled by the noise, Ms. Ying immediately turned around, walked up to me, grabbed my arm, and asked with concern, "What's wrong? It seems your stamina isn't enough; you need more training."
Because she was 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 your figure not good, teacher?" 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 to nudity."
Patting my hand, she said in a seductive voice, "It's alright, we're all adults. Relax, I'll help you mature."
I couldn't use any tricks on her. Although I was physically 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 at all.
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. Chapter Five: First Taste of Forbidden Fruit
Our saliva exchanged, 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 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 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, leaned down, and pushed my thighs aside. She took my swollen, red penis in her hand, gently grasping and playing with it, slowly kissing it, then taking it into her mouth and sucking incessantly. Her small mouth couldn't quite cover the entire glans, causing her lips to bulge.
Her tongue moved back and forth across the glans, her teeth gently biting it, spitting out saliva that dripped onto the glans. She used her tongue to pry open the opening of the glans and thrust forcefully.
I almost ejaculated again, my body convulsing slightly. She seemed to sense this and released my penis. Turning back to me, she panted, "You should suck it too, my pussy smells so good!"
She spread her thighs, pressing her pantyhose-clad buttocks forcefully against my head. She seemed to have been aroused for some time; her beautiful petals opened and closed with her breath, sweet nectar flowing from her vagina. Her velvet pantyhose were soaked, her labia swollen and protruding, and very alluring.
My heart was racing. 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, clad in stockings, looked so smooth and delicate. I was deeply attracted.
At this moment, I was extremely excited, my heart was pounding, and my penis was surging forward. Unconsciously, a thick stream of semen shot straight into Teacher Ying's cherry mouth. Teacher Ying cried out in surprise, opened her small mouth, and sucked all the semen into her mouth. Then, she sucked and licked my almost limp penis again, making it hard again.
Under Teacher Ying's pressure, I used my teeth to bite the crotch of her alluring pantyhose, and without realizing it, 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 it until Teacher Ying's thighs twitched wildly, and her buttocks swayed vigorously.
With my left index and middle fingers, I spread apart the labia on both sides of her vulva. At this moment, I could clearly see that Teacher Ying's exquisite secret place was smooth as a baby's, with two thin pink lips sandwiched between two thick lips, oozing a few crystal-clear liquids. I curled my tongue and went in, teasing the two thin lips with the tip of my tongue, especially the small fleshy ball at the tip. She instinctively began to wriggle her hips again. I slipped my tongue into the warm flesh, teasing and licking, and Teacher Ying's lower body continued to gush out fluid, her body trembling. "Mmm, ah... ah... so good... good... I... ah, ah... I feel so good... I can't take it anymore... I want it!" Teacher Ying suddenly cried out. This was the first time I had ever heard a woman moan in heat; it was so wanton.
She was sucking my penis hard, and I almost came again, my body convulsing slightly. She sensed it, so she released my penis and skillfully touched it with her hand, temporarily suppressing my burning desire.
After a while, she stopped, turned her head to face me, and said, "Now I'll let you see my most mysterious place properly, and I'll explain its function to you." Teacher Ying blushed, reached down and pulled down her pantyhose to her calves, placed her legs on my head, and sat on my chest.
"Look, these are the labia majora, and inside there's 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 sucking them passionately.
"Hmm... like this! Ah..." Perhaps it was the sensation from her nipples that made her moan softly, as if in a daze. At the same time, she arched her thighs to clamp my body, her buttocks swaying restlessly up and down, seeking more stimulation.
Noticing that Ms. Ying was aroused, I licked from her chest down to her navel with my tongue.
"Ah...!" Ms. Ying's body trembled as if electrocuted, her lower abdomen involuntarily rising.
Taking advantage of the moment, I cupped the teacher's round buttocks, and saw white liquid continuously gushing from her vagina, already dampening the bed.
Teacher Ying's 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 juice.
"Ah…," the teacher groaned, gripping the sheets tightly.
After a long while, I grew tired, while Teacher Ying reached her climax.
Teacher Ying turned and pinned me down again, moving her writhing desire to her thighs. She lifted her legs to 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, holding her body tightly with my left hand, and lifting her buttocks with my right, admiring their fleshy texture. My fingers traced the crevice between her two mounds, finding the wet, glistening opening.
Now, Ms. Ying's juices had soaked my genitals. I hugged her neck, focusing all my attention on her burning lips.
"Put it in..." Ms. Ying called out seductively.
I gripped my hot, hard penis with one hand, and with the other, I searched for her vaginal opening, wanting to insert it there. Ms. Ying responded by lowering her buttocks above me.
Because this was my first time, I thrust my penis upwards two or three times, but it only slid past her labia, unable to penetrate properly.
"You're so useless!" Ms. Ying suddenly said, grabbing my penis with her fingers and twisting her buttocks to try and swallow the glans.
I also thrust upwards with my waist, and with the slippery feeling, I parted her labia, and the glans went in a little.
But my penis was too big. "Ouch! It hurts, stop!" Ms. Ying cried out as I was about to insert my entire penis, lifting her buttocks to pull my penis out.
But once the glans entered Ms. Ying's vagina, it was like a magnet, and it wouldn't come off. Teacher Ying tried to stand up, and my glans followed hers, unable to leave her vulva.
"Pull it out quickly, it hurts so much!" Teacher Ying cried out in pain.
Seeing her expression, I wanted to pull out too, but the more excited I became, the more my penis swelled up from the lubrication of Teacher Ying's vagina, becoming 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 sensation inside her labia and vaginal opening. I hadn't expected my first time having sex to be like this, and Teacher Ying had given birth before, so her vagina shouldn't be hurting like this.
I held her tightly, kissing her, "Let me soften up slowly before pulling out, it might be better."
"No, try going in slowly first, my vaginal walls are still wide," Teacher Ying disagreed with me pulling out.
She pressed her full, fleshy body against me, holding me tightly, and deeply sucked my penis in. Our bodies attacked each other like in battle, our genitals rubbing against each other.
I held her slender waist with one hand and grasped my engorged penis with the other, aiming it at the center of her wet petals, and thrust 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 throw her head back and groan loudly, "Good...good...finally...finally...in..." At the same time, fragrant sweat flowed down her body like pearls!
The teacher 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 attached to her vulva. I slowly turned my body, placing myself between Teacher Ying's legs. Her full, snow-white thighs swayed, then clamped around my waist, her vaginal muscles twitching impatiently. But because our genitals were so tightly intertwined, there was no movement at all.
I thrust hard against her buttocks, as if trying to pierce her uterus, but I could only move a little bit. Teacher Ying moaned and groaned, both in pain and excitement…
“Don’t ejaculate inside me. 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 her soft mounds, continuing to suck and lick like that.
During this time, Teacher Ying took the initiative with her body, swaying her hips and rubbing her tender flesh against my penis, exhaling hot breaths and gradually increasing the intensity of her movements.
My penis swelled inside Teacher Ying's vagina, and her lust was so intense that her vagina was overflowing with fluids, but they were completely blocked by my penis, not a drop could escape. My glans felt that her inner walls were filled with holy water, hot and sticky.
"I never thought your penis could even take me," Teacher Ying said in a hoarse, excited voice, as her body twisted and coiled like a giant snake, lifting her large buttocks and simultaneously squeezing and rubbing my penis.
The numbing pleasure increased, and the lust of both of us burned even hotter, with even more fluids flowing from her vagina.
Teacher Ying hugged my body tightly, spreading her legs almost to the point of splitting, to accommodate my huge penis, her feet restlessly twitching on the mat, while her upper body arched back and she let out whimpering sounds.
My whole body was aroused, so I tried harder, attempting thrusting motions. Although each thrust was minimal, the stimulation for Teacher Ying was immense.
"Ah...! Good...darling...so good..."
"Ah...coming...oh...oh...ah...ah..."
Teacher Ying continued her alluring cries, her lower body unable to support her weight, forced to brace herself with her elbows to withstand my impact.
"More...more force!" Amidst Teacher Ying's yearning for orgasm and her disordered breathing, I no longer felt any pity. I grabbed her waist, forcing her to brace herself, and thrust my penis deep into her flower to respond to her cries. Teacher Ying's entire body trembled, receiving 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, impacting the hard root of my desire.
Teacher Ying tilted her head back, her brows furrowed, her lower abdomen contracted, and her long legs wrapped increasingly tightly around my waist, as if she were desperately trying to hold back an uncontrollable climax. Passive Teacher Ying could no longer hold on; her arms stretched out limply, and she gasped for breath on the bed.
For some reason, I had involuntarily ejaculated when I saw Teacher Ying putting on her pantyhose earlier, but now, my penis, soaked in Teacher Ying's holy fluid, remained even harder. I continued my thrusts, penetrating deeper into her flower path more smoothly. After a while, Teacher Ying seemed to be brought back by my thrusts; her snow-white buttocks spun incessantly like a millstone, her teeth clenched, her hair disheveled, and she kept moaning softly.
"Oh...oh, hey...it seems...you won't...come...out...until...you...come...out," 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...good! 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'm...I 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, eventually transforming 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 erupted 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, her body scalded by the semen, and she hugged me tightly. I hugged her tightly too, savoring the sensation, my penis still inside Teacher Ying's vagina, unwilling to pull out.
Chapter Seven: Deep Affection
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, pressing my mouth against her opening. The mixture of holy water and semen had a slightly pungent smell. I took a big gulp, and then, mouth to mouth, I fed the liquid to Teacher Ying. 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, saying happily.
"Teacher Ying, it was so horny just now," I said, gently rubbing her two breasts.
"Horny? It's all because of this thing of yours, it almost killed me." Teacher Ying said, patting my still swollen penis with her hand.
"You really are something! 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've 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 get 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, 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 not very willing, with my vigorous stimulation and her own unquenched desire, 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 buttock muscles clenching.
I thrust vigorously, and soon Ms. Ying had several orgasms, one after another, until she went limp. My emotions were rising higher and higher, and I was unwilling to let her stop there. I turned her over, and at this point she had no will of her own, her eyes half-closed and dazed from excessive indulgence, letting me do whatever I wanted.
I spread her snow-white thighs, placed them on my shoulders, and with a 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?" For some reason, I suddenly blurted out.
"Okay, I love it..." Teacher Ying groaned softly, her expression one of extreme pleasure.
As my movements became increasingly rough and relentless, Teacher Ying grew somewhat exhausted. She gripped my genitals 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 had happened to her, still penetrating 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 collapsed onto Teacher Ying's naked, lamb-like body, my penis still 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 just too exhausting. So I lay on top of Teacher Ying, and we fell asleep in each other's arms…
[The End]
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