The teacher was sucking my tongue.

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The teacher was sucking my tongue. The bright moon hung in the
treetops

. Outside, all was quiet except for the occasional chirping of insects and the sound of my footsteps. A cool breeze swept by, making me more alert. In this sacred and pristine territory, I had just masturbated in front of the teacher, playing with her genitals. My classmates, whom I spend every day with, were below me. If we were discovered, both the teacher and I would… A wave of fear rose from the bottom of my heart.

I heard soft, rustling water coming from the girls' restroom. Was it my homeroom teacher who had come out before me? My heart skipped a beat. I stood at the restroom door, listening curiously. After a moment of silence, I heard a rapid, continuous sound of water gushing out. It was my homeroom teacher urinating! My heart pounded violently. Such a lewd sound! The scene below the platform flashed before my eyes again: the teacher's snow-white thighs, her black high heels, her pulled-down underwear, her exposed black pubic hair, her humiliating state of being played with in public. My penis slowly began to react again.

I swallowed hard, glanced around to make sure no one was watching, and quickly slipped into the restroom. It was a bit dark inside, with faint moonlight streaming through the window onto the floor. Only one door was closed, and the sound of running water had stopped. I slowly approached the closed stall, when suddenly I heard the sound of the latch being pulled open. I quickly dodged to the side. The door creaked open, and the teacher emerged, head down, adjusting her clothes. My heart pounded, a powerful surge of energy coursed through my brain, and I grabbed the teacher from behind.

"Ah!" the teacher exclaimed, struggling desperately. "Who is it?"

"It's me, teacher." I held her trembling body tightly.

The teacher shuddered, her struggles lessening. "Xiao Luo, you...you let go of me, this is the restroom, someone might come..."

"Teacher, don't move, let's hurry." I soothed her as I gently pushed her into the stall. In the cramped space, the teacher was pressed against the wall by me, her alluring face only centimeters away from mine. I stared intently at that mature face, and the teacher's breathing became rapid, her full breasts heaving violently. She turned her face away in shame. My trembling hand slipped inside the teacher's collar, touching her smooth, soft skin. Through her bra, I forcefully kneaded her large breasts. With my other hand, I turned the teacher's face back. At first, the teacher kept her lips tightly closed, shaking her head to prevent me from succeeding, but under my strong insistence, and because of the lingering effects of our lewd play in the classroom earlier, the teacher soon accepted my tongue. We intertwined in each other's mouths, sucking on each other's tongues and exchanging saliva. After a while, the teacher couldn't hold her breath any longer and pushed me away, greedily inhaling large gasps of air.

My saliva still clung to the teacher's lips. Her blouse was wide open, revealing her half-exposed breasts, a pair of lovely breasts hanging heavily on her chest, their tender pink nipples proudly erect. The skin of her breasts was flawless and white. The dim lighting in the restroom made her large breasts even more alluring. I grabbed one and began to knead it, while simultaneously sucking on the other. My mouth and hands were filled with the tenderness and sweetness of a woman.

The teacher leaned back against the wall, her eyes glazed, her small mouth half-open, emitting waves of captivating moans, intoxicated by my caresses. What a mature and beautiful woman, and she was my beloved teacher… My erection was painfully hard in my pants, my penis protesting strongly, demanding to be released. I pulled it out and guided the teacher's hand to it. She shyly resisted a few times, but couldn't resist my strength and finally shyly grasped it. Holding my hot penis, the teacher's heart was pounding, and her hand involuntarily began to stroke it up and down.

“You just…” The teacher blushed, “How come again…”

“Teacher, you’re so alluring,” I said, cupping her breast.

“Mmm…”

“Your heart is beating so fast,” I whispered in her ear like a lover in the throes of passion, “Mmm, don’t say it.” The teacher blushed deeply and silenced me with a kiss.

We kissed passionately, fondling each other’s genitals, both of us breathing heavily, our seductive moans barely audible in the quiet air, the small bathroom filled with an atmosphere of wantonness.

I longed for the teacher to give me oral sex; having played with Xiao Na and her mother, I knew all too well the immense pleasure a woman could experience.

I forced the teacher to squat on the ground. She seemed to understand my request, resisting for a while, but ultimately couldn't overcome my brute force. She reluctantly squatted down, and my penis and her lips battled back and forth for a few rounds before she finally gave in, taking my penis into her mouth. Her warm mouth, her soft tongue—it felt so good! I almost ejaculated. I couldn't let this wonderful moment pass by like this, so I quickly took a breath. Having already ejaculated once before, I managed to control myself.

The teacher must have performed oral sex on her husband before; her technique was very skilled. Her fiery red tongue rolled up and down on my large penis, making me feel incredibly good. Her

skirt was rolled up to her waist, and her snow-white buttocks appeared round and large because of her squatting position, making my penis even harder. I held the teacher's head, my eyes slightly closed, enjoying her attentive service while thrusting my lower body, using her mouth as a vagina, pumping in and out. The sounds of thrusting and the teacher's labored "ooh" sounds filled the bathroom. My teacher, usually so dignified and respected, was now performing oral sex on one of her students in the school restroom.

Suddenly, I heard two girls talking outside, along with approaching footsteps. The teacher quickly spat out my penis, looking up at me nervously. In moments of crisis, women, regardless of age, all yearn for a man's protection. Although I'm still young, as the class monitor, I handle many emergencies, and the stall door was locked from the inside, so I wasn't too nervous. I reassured the teacher while carefully listening to the sounds outside.

"It's so dark inside."

"Won't there be ghosts?"

"Don't scare me."

"Hey, where did Teacher Liu go?"

"Yeah, it seems the class monitor is missing too."

"Why are you so concerned about him? Do you like him?"

"If you say that again, I'll kill you..."

The two girls giggled for a while in the toilet, then went into their respective stalls. I heard the sound of running water, so it seemed they hadn't found anything. My heart relaxed, and I looked down. The teacher was still squatting on the ground, her beautiful face only centimeters away from my penis. My penis had a few streaks of her lipstick on it, and the glans, covered in her saliva and pre-ejaculate, glistened in the darkness.

What a lewd scene! I had a sudden impulse and tried to put my penis into her mouth. She held onto my thighs, shook her head, and pushed me away forcefully, tilting her head back with a shy and frightened look in her eyes, telling me not to do it now. But she couldn't resist my insistence, and fearing that making a loud noise would alert the two girls, the teacher had no choice but to take my penis into her mouth. I started thrusting up and down again, pumping in and out of her mouth, but with much less force. The two girls were right next to us, and the tension of being discovered was incredibly stimulating.

"Hey, did you hear anything?"

"No, I don't think so."

"I think I just heard something."

"Don't be so paranoid."

"Could there really be a ghost?"

"Don't say anything."

"Are you done yet? Hurry up and leave."

Hearing the students' words, the teacher was so frightened that she didn't dare to move again, looking up at me with a mournful expression. My huge penis was in her mouth, her cheeks bulging, it was truly lewd. I almost ejaculated in her mouth again.

The two girls hurriedly left, and the teacher and I both breathed a sigh of relief.

"Teacher, I'm sorry." I gently comforted the aggrieved teacher, holding her in my arms.

"You're so mean!" The teacher threw herself into my arms, playfully hitting me. "You always bully me."

After our last encounter and the passion we shared just now, she considered me her closest confidante.

"Teacher, come here, hold onto the wall," I turned her around, "stick your ass up, I'm going to love you properly."

The teacher twisted symbolically, obediently turning around and supporting herself against the wall, her raised ass exposed to the air. The position was so lewd that my penis got even harder, painfully throbbing, desperately needing release.

I held the teacher's waist and thrust forward forcefully.

"Ah..." Both the teacher and I felt a surge of pleasure.

I began to fuck the beautiful homeroom teacher wildly, my huge penis moving in and out of her vagina rapidly, my testicles slapping against her ass, making lewd "slap, slap" sounds that echoed in the bathroom.

"You, you hurry up, someone might come later," the teacher groaned, her head resting weakly on her arm.

"Okay!" I quickened my pace and leaned forward. The teacher, understanding my intention, turned around and kissed me.

After hundreds of thrusts, I felt I was almost there. Tonight, I wanted to fully enjoy the teacher's beautiful flesh; I couldn't rush it. Thinking this, I quickly pulled out my penis and sat on the toilet.

"What are you doing..." The teacher felt a sudden emptiness.

"Teacher, come, sit on top."

"You're so naughty, I don't know where you learned that," the teacher blushed with embarrassment at the lewd position, "You just know how to bully your teacher."

Even so, the teacher still sat on my upturned penis. This inverted position gave my little brother a unique pleasure.

"Teacher, move."

"Mmm..." The teacher mumbled a response, her tongue in her mouth.

I held the teacher's big buttocks and lifted them up and down. The teacher, as expected, learned it very quickly. Her snow-white thighs, clad in high heels, used the ground as a fulcrum, rising and falling. The two of us were perfectly coordinated. My huge penis rubbed hard against the teacher's vagina, and the intense pleasure made the teacher more and more frenzied, her movements becoming more and more violent.

Above, I was passionately kissing my teacher, while below, I was relentlessly pounding into her beautiful body, enjoying her ample flesh. I was almost dying of pleasure; I didn't know if that moment was heaven or earth.

The night was too short, and the climax was fast approaching. My teacher and I both sensed something was amiss. Afraid of startling others, she held me tightly, biting my tongue.

"Ah..." We both let out a muffled groan, our lower bodies simultaneously spurting out fluids. The intensity of the climax caused my teacher's bite to my tongue, making it sting. We held each other tightly, locked in a passionate embrace, teacher and student sharing the most wonderful moment of sex.

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