The Teacher's Ceremony (Part 1)

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(7)
A week ago, the two families had arranged for Miho to have dinner with Nakajo and the Takazuka couple at the hotel restaurant, and Miho joined them.
The round table was full of Chinese dishes, but Miho had no appetite at all, feeling only that her stomach was very full.
Perhaps her body was still immersed in the waves of sensual pleasure that were both hell and heaven during the day, so she had no sense of taste.
But with so many dishes in front of her, she had to stuff some into her stomach. But she still heard Mrs. Takazuka, Ikuko, say, "You have such a good figure, but you can't eat what you want to eat. Isn't that pitiful?"
in a sour tone.
As the wife of her husband's boss, and having been introduced to such a house with a garden, Miho often felt inferior and couldn't hold her head up. Moreover, Ikuko's vain and aggressive attitude made her even more unapproachable.
The two women were actually about the same age, but they looked at least ten years apart. Like other middle-aged women, Ikuko was no longer the kind of attractive woman in men's eyes.
However, Yuko always felt a sense of superiority towards her peers, that is, girls of the same age, because she wore expensive clothes and accessories.
So, her frequent sarcastic remarks towards Miho were nothing more than a manifestation of jealousy towards Miho's perpetually youthful, beautiful, and adorable figure.
The man sitting to Miho's right, Naji, would occasionally glance at the beautiful face of this married woman under his control. His gaze was like that of someone in love, completely infatuated.
Miho sensed it, so she always deliberately avoided eye contact with him. This was the madness of a young man's headstrong pursuit; once infatuated, he was always anxious and unsure how to stop himself. At the same time, the depth of that passion rekindled a woman's pleasure in Miho.
After all, she still felt beautiful, worthy of such praise, love, and even madness from a student younger than herself, making her feel as if she were in the sweetest love in the world.
Moreover, she experienced a physical pleasure and intoxication that her husband could not provide, making it irresistible.
Yuko seemed to sense something in Nachi's gaze towards Miho, and she spoke up, "By the way... Teacher, my Nachi! He'll be taking the university entrance exam next year, and I'll have to ask you for help..."
"As their tutor, of course I'll do my best, but ultimately, he has to work hard himself."
This was a topic they'd discussed countless times. Miho had considered Nachi's university entrance exams a lot, but she couldn't be too lenient or indulgent. She'd been asked before to tutor Nachi during holidays.
Of course, this was all Yuko's idea, made on her own initiative without Takazuka's knowledge, and Miho had flatly refused.
And today's situation was the same; Yuko felt that since they were neighbors, and her husband was Nakajo's superior, plus they had helped with the house purchase, Miho had an obligation to do so. Especially with the university entrance exam, a major turning point in life, Yuko assumed that as Naho's teacher, it was only natural for her to help Nachi with his studies.
“Teachers should also have an obligation to cultivate that kind of ambition and diligence in their students!”
“Hmm…hmm…of course…”
Seeing the two locked in a stalemate, Takazuka, as usual, smoothed things over.
“Alright…stop forcing me…you!”
“Ah…I didn’t force you, I was just asking!”
“That’s forcing someone!”
Takazuka’s tone was neither angry nor upset, perfectly calm. When would this person ever get angry—Miho really couldn’t figure it out.
While drinking tea, Miho finally wanted some soup, when Nachi, sitting next to her, actually reached over and stroked her thigh near her knee under the table.
Miho pretended to be nonchalant while drinking her tea, and then put her right hand under the table and grabbed Nachi’s hand.
At this moment, her white pleated skirt was already rolled up halfway up her thigh.
She tried to remove Nachi’s hand, but Nachi held on tightly to her thigh. Instead, he forcefully stroked the inside of her thighs, and Miho's expression changed, her eyes revealing her panic.
"What's wrong, Miho..."
Nakajo, sitting on the other side, turned to ask Miho.
"Um... nothing..."
Miho answered vaguely, but Nakajo still wouldn't let go.
He continued to stroke the innermost part of her thighs, kneading her skin.
Miho felt a slight dizziness and quickly used the corner of the tablecloth to cover Nakajo's hands.
Now, she could only let Nakajo do as he pleased.
Nakajo leisurely stroked this mature and charming married woman, her thighs firm and full, without any of his previous eagerness.
It was as if he was savoring a prize he had obtained, displaying the hand of a conqueror. And seeing the beautiful married woman's intelligent face, with a cheerful smile, even tacitly allowing him to play with her under the table, he felt truly delighted.
Nachi's hand suddenly stopped, because he touched the inner thigh, below the abdomen, where there was an extra piece of fabric.
"When you're with me, please don't wear underwear."
Nachi had said this before, but now they were out, and with her husband, the Takazuka couple, Miho had to wear underwear no matter what.
She looked at Nachi timidly. Nachi's eyes seemed to be blaming her.
"You broke your promise again!"
"I'm sorry... I had no choice..."
"Please forgive me!"
"I won't let you off!"
A cruel smile appeared on Nachi's lips as he reached for the waistband of the underwear and pulled it down.
"Don't go too far!"
But Nachi ignored him. He pulled the underwear down to the inner thigh.
Miho couldn't help but tremble, her waist reflexively twisting.
After two or three more pulls, the underwear was finally completely pulled down to her thigh.
Miho tried hard to act nonchalant, but her face didn't seem natural; it was strangely stiff.
Especially in front of her husband and Takazuka, the shame and shock of not wearing underwear was truly extraordinary.
He slowly pulled her underwear down to her knees, then casually pretended to drop a handkerchief, bending down to pick it up while simultaneously pulling the underwear down from her high heels and putting it in his pocket. Then, he placed his hand on the soft pubic hair at the triangle of her vulva, slowly stroking it.
Miho involuntarily tilted her head back, her mature body seemingly filled with anticipation amidst the breathless tension.
Why this was, Miho herself couldn't explain. At least until yesterday, she hadn't willingly betrayed her husband; especially since her life was happy and fulfilling, she had no reason to rebel against him.
But ever since yesterday, when Nachi kissed her lips, penetrated her labia, and even violated her anus—her virginity—her body seemed to constantly crave Nachi's caresses, to be as wanton as his penis.
Nachi's fingers slowly slid into her narrow labia.
"Ugh..."
Miho involuntarily brought her legs together; the pleasure of the light touch from his fingers made even her knees go numb.
"Open your legs!"
Nachi said, pulling at her pubic hair as he spread her thighs from the inside. Miho trembled, slowly pulling her legs apart. The more shy she became, the more her sexual desire surged and intensified.
Especially with Nachi's fingers playing with her, her heart pounded more violently, making it increasingly difficult for Miho to breathe.
Miho's body felt like it was burning, as if she were melting, and with each touch of Nachi's fingers, the undercurrent of desire grew stronger.
The feeling was like the pleasure of being touched by Nakajo's fingers. Especially Nakajo, who understood Miho's weaknesses better than anyone else, could be said to have a thorough understanding of them.
But even now, with Nachi's still not very skillful caresses, her body felt extremely stimulated, as if her soul was about to fly to the heavens.
Nachi used her index and ring fingers to pull apart her labia, and then her middle finger slowly sank into the wet entrance.
"Ugh..."
Miho frowned for a moment, and warm nectar kept flowing out, enveloping Nachi's finger.
"Madam... are you feeling hot?"
Takazuka looked at Miho with concern.
Miho's heart skipped a beat, and she raised her face. Taking advantage of this moment, Nachi's finger was placed deeply into the entrance.
"Ugh..."
The groan that was about to come out from deep in her throat was endured by Miho with all her might. At this moment, her face was flushed, which also attracted the attention of Ikuko and Nakajo.
"N-no... nothing..."
she said, gritting her teeth, even the toenails on the inside of her high heels curled.
“Is the food not to your liking?”
Yuko asked again in a sour tone.
“How could it be—”
she said, her jaw trembling.
“It’s probably because there are too many spices.”
Nakajo said.
Miho looked at him with difficulty and forced a smile. Her shy appearance, like that of a female student, made Nakajo and Takazuka laugh, while only Yuko curled her lips and looked at him with disdain.
(8)
“Excuse me.”
Finally free from Nachi’s fingers, Miho straightened her skirt and stood up. Just as she was about to walk, she realized that even her knees felt weak and powerless.
On the way to the dressing room, Miho was grabbed by the wrist from behind. When she turned around, she was pressed against the wall. When she realized it was Nachi, her lips were already tightly sealed.
The leisurely caress just now seemed to be a lie. Young desire greedily sucked on her lips.
Miho, her body already ablaze with desire, seemed to eagerly anticipate this moment, responding with fervent anticipation as the sounds of their lips sucking mingled.
For a moment, she seemed to have forgotten that this was the corridor leading to the purification room, her arms still wrapped around Nachi's head.
"I love you! Teacher..."
Nachi gazed deeply at Miho, who still felt embarrassed.
"Teacher...and you?"
"I...I love you!"
Miho's breasts were tightly grasped as she answered with ecstasy.
"I love you."
Nachi lifted her pleated skirt with one hand, stroking her pubic hair.
"Oh..."
The overflowing nectar symbolized the depth of Miho's joy, and she passionately entwined her tongue with Nachi's.
"Hey...how does it feel?"
"Mmm..."
"Don't you want this?"
Nachi pulled Miho's hand to his crotch, touching the bulging bulge.
Miho held her breath, her knees trembling.
“This…this…I want…”
Miho thought to herself that she wanted to take Nachi’s penis right now, but she didn’t say it aloud.
“It seems like you still doubt my sincerity!”
“No…no…”
“Then…why are you wearing underwear?”
“That’s…I’m sorry…”
“Okay…but I belong to you, teacher. Whatever you want, I’ll give you.”
Nachi said, kneeling on the ground and holding Miho’s feet in his hands. He first kissed the toes of her high heels, then took off her shoes and kissed her toenails.
“What…what are you doing…”
Miho was startled and pulled her feet back. Nachi grabbed her ankles and said, “I don’t know! I love you, teacher. So I want to love your body like this no matter where I am. Although I love your breasts and genitals, I love every part of your body.” As he spoke,
he licked the soles of her feet with his tongue.
With the sweet waves, Miho was deeply moved. It wasn’t just a feeling of lust.
“Teacher! You can love me anytime. My body, my lips, my anus, every part belongs to you. I also hope that your whole body belongs to me.”
As she spoke, she passionately pressed her lips to the soles of her feet and ankles.
“I…I know…Takazuka-kun.”
Under Nachi’s passion, Miho’s overflowing honey seemed unstoppable, becoming more and more uncontrollable.
“Can we meet again tonight?”
“Hmm…I want to…”
Miho’s voice trembled as Nachi picked her up.
“You want to right now? How about we run away together?”
“No…we can’t do that…”
“You don’t want to?”
Miho frowned with great difficulty and said, “Of course…of course I want to do it…right now…”
“Then I’ll pretend I’m not feeling well and have you take me home!”
“Is that okay?”
“You don’t want to do it?”
“Okay…okay…let’s try!”
(9)
As soon as the car started moving on the road, Nachi, who was sitting in the passenger seat, immediately reached out and lifted her pleated skirt, revealing her round thighs.
“The car is moving, it’s dangerous.”
Miho pulled her skirt up again. Nachi pulled it up again, driving straight ahead. Miho tried to shake off his hand, but Nachi waited for her hand to return to the steering wheel before repeatedly lifting her skirt three times.
Miho's cheeks puffed out; just the repeated lifting of her skirt was enough to infuriate her.
Earlier, she had deliberately ignored Yuko's surprised gaze and interrupted their pleasant meal, using the excuse of driving her student home—all to be alone with Nachi, hoping for his caresses.
But now, driving, Miho felt terrified. Therefore, she desperately tried to cover her exposed thighs.
"No… put your hand back…"
Nachi raised his voice to stop her.
"But… but it's strange… like this!"
"What's strange about it!"
"Is there anyone driving like this?"
"But I like it! Teacher's thighs look so delicious, so tender and tempting!"
Miho's hands, gripping the steering wheel, were sweaty.
"Wearing clothes like this, with your skirt lifted up, looks so sexy. What do you think, teacher?"
"I feel so embarrassed!"
"Really? That's great, teacher loves your shy look." "
..." "
What do you think?"
Miho's thighs were being stroked, and Nazhi rolled them up even higher.
"I...I don't know..."
"Okay, I'll make you even more shy."
Nazhi used both hands to lift the skirt up to the inside of her thighs.
"Ah!"
Her bare buttocks were exposed, touching the cold chair cushion.
"How is it, teacher..."
"You...you're going too far..."
"But...it's very sexy!"
Nazhi caressed her white buttocks while kissing her ear hidden behind her hair.
"Ugh..."
Miho closed her eyes for a moment, her knees on the brake pedal suddenly losing strength.
Nazhi's tongue roamed around her ear while he reached out to rub her breasts, unbuttoned her clothes, and slipped his hand inside her bra.
“I like you… Miho…”
Hearing her name called for the first time, Miho felt a surge of intoxication.
“That was dangerous! Nachi… would you even die for that?”
“Yes… if I could be with Miho.”
Nachi’s fingers rubbed the tip of her bra cup while her tongue slipped into her ear. Miho stopped at the red light.
“Na… Nachi… I like you…”
Miho murmured, moaning, her arms wrapped around Nachi’s head as she kissed her.
Their tongues met, sparks flying in their mouths.
Just then, three people who looked like salaried workers passed by on the sidewalk ahead, glancing towards the car.
Miho noticed their strange looks, but the passion within her made it impossible to control her impulse. Her emotions were at their peak, making her suckle Nachi’s tongue even tighter.
At that moment, two young men who looked like students leaned out of the convertible on the right, whistling at them.
They probably couldn't see her skirt being lifted up, or her thighs. But given the way they were deliberately and vigorously fondling her breasts, they were probably just peeking at this spectacle!
In a dizzying mix of shame and heightened lust, Miho's ignited senses completely overwhelmed her reason; she seemed to have become a prisoner of desire.
The young men, thoroughly enjoying the sight, uttered a comment:
"Don't go too far, or you might get into a car accident and die."
With that, they started the car and drove off.
Their lips finally parted slightly, and Miho suddenly realized her bold actions, her face flushing crimson.
"Ah!"
Just as she was about to start the car, her labia were again being fondled by the man. Miho screamed and slammed on the brakes, thankfully no cars were behind her. However, many pedestrians on the sidewalk turned to see what was happening.
“Drive carefully, Ms. Miho, we can go home quickly and make love. There’s no one there, you can do whatever you want!”
Nazhi whispered in her ear, and Miho nodded slightly. He was absolutely right, but her body, already almost driven mad, couldn’t withstand Nazhi’s caresses.
“Wow! So wet!”
“Mmm…”
There was no need to argue anymore; the overflowing honey had already stained the car seat.
Nazhi pulled his penis out, and then deliberately put his other hand between Miho’s white buttocks, stimulating her anus.
“Can you feel anything in your butt?”
“Mmm… but I’m not really sure…”
“If you don’t like it, then stop…”
“No… it’s okay… it feels good!”
An indescribable excitement surged within her, and Miho’s chest pounded violently. Especially when she looked at that erect penis, she was like a woman who had lost her soul, completely losing her rationality.
Nazhi’s fingers penetrated her anus, and Miho’s long legs trembled.
The sensation in her labia was especially intense. Normally touched only by her husband, her anus felt different now because it had been violated by Nachi's body.
Miho kept glancing sideways at Nachi's penis, unable to fully satisfy her urges, yet unable to resist the urge.
Nachi's lips were also restlessly moving across her neck and cheeks, his left hand kneading her breasts, while his right hand was deeply inserted into her anus.
Another red light had been pressed; she could no longer restrain herself.
She reached out and stroked Nachi's thigh with her left hand, her eyes fixed ahead, searching for his penis. The moment she grasped it, feeling its heat and hardness, she almost cried.
"Teacher, you're holding my penis?"
Miho suddenly realized what she was doing, feeling immense shame for her bold and immoral actions, yet she couldn't immediately let go of Nachi's penis.
"Do you like it?"
"Hmm...maybe..."
"Do you want it?"
"Hmm...yes..."
She responded with an unexpectedly coquettish tone, but she couldn't bring herself to say anything so explicit.
"Is it okay to hold it like this?"
"Hmm...no...no..."
Miho stammered, unable to speak clearly, her hand gripping the penis as its warm heat throbbed within her body.
"This…I want…to kiss…"
Lost in her gaze at the penis, Miho involuntarily opened her mouth.
"Have you forgotten? My entire body belongs to you, teacher."
"Ah!"
Miho disregarded her wifely reserve, bending down to quickly bring her lips to the tip of the penis, reason long since forgotten.
The penis, warm as flames, seemed to melt within her lips, sending waves of pleasure through her.
"Oh…oh…"
Miho let out a seductive moan, the entire tip of the penis enveloped by her lips. Excitement and pleasure coursed from her nose to her brow.
Miho sucked with her soft lips, slowly sliding them back and forth, her tongue, throat, and even jaw burning hot as if smoldering with flames.
“The pedestrian light has changed.”
“Ugh…”
Although she heard that, she couldn’t bear to let go of that lovely penis.
The car behind her started honking.
Miho reluctantly raised her head, determined to get home quickly, because she wanted to suck on the penis to her heart’s content!
Whenever the car stopped for a moment, Miho would bend down and cover it with her lips.
“Ah…ah…”
Unlike usual, the red light suddenly seemed so short, and urged on by the car horns, she hurriedly started the car again.
(10)
In total, she had oral sex more than fifteen times in the car until she got home, but she was not satisfied. Instead, the desire accumulated in her body due to the repeated interruptions, which pushed her senses to their limit.
When she left the hotel, her body seemed to be in a state of urgency, and when the car entered the Takazuka family’s garage, the flames of desire had increased several times over.
“We’re home… Miho…”
Miho seemed unsure of where she was; all she could think about was the excitement and desire she’d just experienced from the oral sex.
“What do we do now?”
“Whatever…whatever you like!”
Miho was full of anticipation.
“You have to tell me what you want to do, or I won’t do anything.”
“Ugh…ah…this…then kiss me…”
“Just a kiss?”
“No…no…you also have to touch my breasts…you have to suck them…”
“And then?”
“This…and there…you like there…”
“There?”
“There!”
“What is it?”
“It’s…it’s my…vagina…”
For the first time since birth, she had uttered such a vulgar word.
“Just your genitals?”
“And…and my buttocks…and my anus.”
The overflowing nectar had already soaked her anus.
“That’s all.”
“So…so…anything is fine…as long as I’m with Nachi, anything is comfortable…whether it’s my genitals…my anus…whatever…be rough…it doesn’t matter…”
Miho screamed wildly.
“I’m getting off…Miho…”
Nachi got off the bus from the passenger seat, took a backpack from the storage room next to the garage, and stood in front of Miho.
“Take off your clothes quickly, don’t do it in front of me, I don’t want to see you wearing such inconspicuous clothes again.”
“Ugh…yes…yes…”
Miho saw Nachi’s sharp eyes, her thighs trembled with excitement, and she quickly took off her top, underwear, and skirt.
Now she was only wearing garter stockings and high heels. Her
beautiful and full breasts were exposed in front of the man she loved, and warm honey-like fluid kept flowing from her lower body, even seeping down her thighs.
"Want to wear this?"
Nazhi took out a dog collar from his backpack and deliberately asked her. Miho held her breath and slowly replied, "Mmm...mmm..."
in a hoarse voice. As the locked collar was put around her neck, a painful yet sweet shiver ran through her chest and groin.
"Untie your hair and let me see!"
Miho pulled off the headband, shook her head, and her wavy hair immediately cascaded down to her shoulders and chest.
"So beautiful, Miho...I'm going to torture you properly..."
Nazhi pushed her hair back, and Miho reached out to hug him.
"Is it still wet?"
"Mmm!"
Miho's chest was pounding, and she nodded vigorously.
"Let me check with my fingers."
"Ah!"
Her eyes were hazy as she stared at Nazhi. His hand slowly moved towards her lower abdomen, stroking her pubic hair, then exploring her labia.
"Ugh..."
Miho's waist twisted.
"How does it feel?"
"So good..."
"Let me see more clearly."
Miho used her other hand to slowly open her labia.
"I can't see very clearly, let me hear the sounds."
"Ah!"
Miho's fingers probed into her wet vagina again, moving in and out.
"Ugh..."
"Ah..."
Miho twisted her waist passionately, making annoying noises, especially under Nachi's watchful eye as he watched her stroking fingers and playing with her genitals, the feeling was even more intense.
Miho's breathing grew louder, and the honey-like fluid in her lower abdomen gushed out like a flood.
"I can't hear very clearly, Miho..."
"Ugh..."
Miho deliberately moved her fingers vigorously, and a sound that would make anyone blush could be heard from between her thighs.
"Can you hear it, Nachi?"
"Ah... what a lewd sound, now I'll touch your breasts!"
Miho's throat gurgled. In fact, she really wanted to unite with Nachi's penis immediately. But after Nachi said that, Miho's body was filled with the flames of joy and desire.
"Ah!"
She supported her breasts with both hands, gripping them tightly from below.
"Is this okay?"
"Hmm...not bad..."
"If you like it, then try to make your nipples stand up!"
Her breasts, soaked with sweat, were already enviable and full compared to other women. Even without deliberate manipulation, they didn't have any indentations; they were already proudly erect.
But Naji still demanded they be even more erect.
She had to do as Naji said.
So she started rubbing them frantically, but her already erect nipples seemed unable to harden further.
"What's wrong? Don't you feel anything? Don't you want to make love to me?"
"Nonsense...I'll get hard soon."
"Ah!"
Miho said, pinching her nipples hard with her fingers.
"Ah...so good..."
Miho moaned, twisting her upper body.
"If your fingers don't work, you can use your tongue!"
"Hmm!"
Miho hesitated. Naji's tongue undoubtedly referred to her own. She had never done that before. The thought of herself doing that made Miho even more aroused, her whole body burning with excitement.
If she did that, wouldn't it be something a porn star would do? But they were different; it was their job.
She, however, enjoyed it and was willing to do it. And she, as a teacher and someone's wife, was engaging in such lewd behavior in front of students younger than herself.
Hesitant as she was, she lowered her head and licked her breasts with her tongue, then her nipples.
"Ah!"
It felt even better than she had imagined. Miho began to revel in it, slowly sucking on the tips of her nipples.
"Mmm...mmm..."
"Miho, your left hand is free!"
As she spoke, Miho's left hand moved to her crotch.
"Touch your clitoris too!"
Miho touched her engorged clitoris with her middle finger, hot, glistening fluid overflowing.
"And how does your anus feel?"
Miho's index finger penetrated her labia, while her middle finger reached into her anus. Her stimulated anus was already slippery, soaked with wet nectar.
Being forced by Nachi to perform such obscene acts was a first for Miho, making the stimulation all the more intense.
"Ugh...it's erect..."
Miho hurriedly showed off her efforts to Nachi.
"Now make your left nipple hard too."
Miho nodded, sucking on her left nipple in the same way as before, while her right hand stimulated her clitoris, labia, and anus.
"Nachi's erect!"
"Wow! Miho, your body is so sexy...so lewd!"
"Ah..."
Miho was overjoyed by Nachi's affectionate gaze.
"Put this on."
Nachi took out the tight sweater and mini skirt she had worn that morning from her backpack.
"You...you're not going to hug me?"
"I want to make love with the teacher wearing this outfit."
Miho obediently took the skirt and sweater, putting them on with anticipation.
She wanted to be with Nachi as soon as possible; this thought was the only thing swirling in Miho's mind.
"Ah...ah..."
"Come here!"
Nachi pulled on the collar around Miho's neck and walked out of the garage.

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