Anyone who is more lewd than me 1-8

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Chapter One: The Teacher's Holy Water at the Beginning of Lust
I was born into an ordinary family in S city. My father is the deputy commander of a regiment in the South China Sea Fleet, and my mother
is a coach at a large fitness club in the city. My 21-year-old sister graduated from teachers' college this year and works at a private university
. Normally, families in our generation only had one child, but my grandparents had deeply ingrained feudal ideas and went through
many connections and a lot of effort to secretly have me. Therefore, I grew up happily under their care and pampering
. And I, in turn, was intelligent, lively, and healthy from a young age.
However, I never liked going to class and studying when I was young. Instead, I was very interested in unorthodox methods. My father
was often away from home due to his job, while my mother was open-minded and believed that academic performance did not represent ability. She was not offended by my lack of study
and even supported my whimsical ideas.
So although my academic performance wasn't good, I had a wealth of knowledge about the outside world, and I was quite experienced in dealing with people
. In addition, I was clever and handsome, and had a witty and humorous personality, so I was always the favorite of the women around me.
But no one would have imagined that beneath this exterior, I often harbor some filthy and disgusting thoughts
.
Although I am only 15 years old, I am no longer a virgin. Two years ago, a senior in junior high school
invited me to her house under the pretense of helping her fix her computer. Although I was a virgin at the time, she obviously didn't have much
experience either. That experience was unfamiliar and tense, and it didn't have the excitement and pleasure that I usually see in adult films
.
Come to think of it, back then I was surrounded by my mother's voluptuous and sexy figure and beautiful face every day, so
how could I possibly be interested in a girl in a school uniform with a flat chest and a thin bottom?
So the English teacher who was recently transferred here just happened to become my object of infatuation.
I remember her first day of class: she wore a light pink dress, black lace
stockings, and white peep-toe high-heeled sandals. Standing gracefully on the podium, she said, "
Hello everyone, my name is Yang Lu, and I'm your new English teacher. I hope you will study hard and give me your support."
Then she gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and gave us a slight bow. She was truly a gift from heaven…
Ms. Yang is beautiful, warm, and open-minded. She is not embarrassed or shy at all because of the burning and envious gazes of us troubled teenagers.
In fact, she often makes some very suggestive jokes with us.
One day, Xiaowei, Dachang, and I made a bet in class: we'd guess what color underwear Ms. Yang was wearing. Whoever guessed wrong
had to masturbate in class and ejaculate. Xiaowei guessed black because Ms. Yang was wearing black
stockings that day. Dachang guessed pink because Ms. Yang was young and beautiful and would definitely like a soft pink color. I
guessed red because I felt that Ms. Yang's gaze towards me was passionate and seductive a few times, and I thought that kind of woman was rather
reserved and would like a fiery red color. As it turned out, we used a mirror to reflect light under Ms. Yang's skirt and saw that it
was indeed a pair of red lace lace thongs.
So Xiaowei and Dachang took out their penises to masturbate in class. Since we were sitting in
the corner of the last row of the classroom, we didn't have to worry about anyone seeing us. But just as the two of them were fantasizing about Teacher Yang reaching the climax
, "Wu Yuchang." Teacher Yang called out their name. Dachang's face turned red and white. He hurriedly put his penis away
, not even having time to zip it up properly before standing up.
"Tell me your favorite color?"
Oh no, we've been caught! The teacher knows about our little trick.
At this moment, although the teacher was asking Dachang a question, when he turned his gaze to me, he had an inscrutable smile.
I'm not bragging, but the reason I've always been popular with women isn't just because I'm handsome. It
's also because I've practiced an old booklet called "The Strange Yin-Yang Harmony Exercise" since I was little. I found it in
the lining of an ancient yoga scripture that my mother kept. The book said that after learning it, you can emit a hormone-like
aura that attracts the opposite sex. Since my grandfather was a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, I wasn't unfamiliar with the meridians and acupoints on it.
Plus, I've always been interested in strange and unusual things, so I secretly practiced it. Sure enough, after practicing it, my puberty
development became obvious, and I noticed that my mother and sister sometimes looked at me with a passionate and dreamy gaze.
"Xu Qi, come to my office during lunch break!" The teacher called me. Sure enough, the teacher knew about our little
scheme. I felt uneasy, while the other male classmates looked at me with envy.
During lunch, a few of my buddies jokingly said to me, "Brother Qi, make sure you
make the most of your time alone with Professor Yang this lunchtime..."
I shook my head, feigning seriousness: "I reckon Teacher Yang is already well aware of our little schemes behind the scenes.
This time, he's definitely going to make an example of us. We're probably in big trouble."
Teacher Yang was recently transferred to our school, and the Academic Affairs Office assigned her a temporary office on
the fifth floor of the Gardener's Community. It's rather remote, and surrounded by warehouses for teaching supplies. There's only a guardhouse at the very edge, but it
's usually empty. As I walked around, I thought to myself, "This environment is truly unique. I can do this in broad daylight without
worrying about being seen."
As I thought about it, I unconsciously pictured Teacher Yang's slender legs in black stockings, her full breasts and pert buttocks, and gradually my mouth became dry and my lower body
felt hot...
The office door was ajar. Through the crack, I saw Professor Yang slumped over her desk. I knocked gently, but
there was no response. What was going on? Was she asleep?
I pushed open the door with a puzzled look, then closed it behind me. Ms. Yang was slumped over the desk, breathing evenly; she was actually asleep
. My gaze gradually shifted from her beautiful face to her ample breasts. Today she was wearing a blue
V-neck dress. Because she was slumped over the desk, I could easily see her smooth, jade-like breasts
rising and falling with her breath beneath her red lace bra. Looking at her petite legs, clad in black stockings, propped up on a nearby stool, I looked down and saw
her red panties under her dress. I could vaguely see the curly pubic hair on her slightly protruding mons pubis. My brain
instantly went blank. Was she doing this on purpose? I wondered.
Further down, beside the stool, were white high heels that intimately touched those beautiful feet. I glanced at Teacher Yang; she
was fast asleep. I mentally cheered myself up: it's okay. Even if she finds out, it just means I'm infatuated with
her. What's meant to be will be. I'll just go for it.
So, as if possessed, I knelt on the ground, picked up one of my teacher's high heels, brought it to my nose and took a deep breath
. A slight smell of sweat mixed with a faint perfume stimulated my senses. I couldn't help but stick out my tongue
and gently lick the sole of the shoe; it tasted a little salty.
Just as I was completely absorbed in the moment, a pair of small, black-stockinged feet landed on my shoulders. I hurriedly looked up and saw
Teacher Yang looking at me slyly, biting her rosy lower lip with her upper teeth, smiling at me. Seeing that I didn't react,
she ran her right foot across my face, then stuck her toes into my mouth, giggling, "Do you like it?"
Damn it, I've fallen for it, a blatant trap. But I love it so much, I quickly cupped her jade-like
feet in my hands and gently massaged and sucked them.
I already knew the human body's acupoints like the back of my hand, and with my precise pressure and vigorous licking, I quickly made
Teacher Yang pant and moan, laughing and scolding, "You're such a little devil!"
I stammered, "It's all because of your irresistible charm, teacher. I couldn't help myself. When did you realize I was infatuated with
you?"
"When? Several times when I've been to the toilet, a big-headed ghost has been peeking out from under the stall next to me. Do you think
the teacher doesn't know?"
Suddenly, it dawned on me: "So, the teacher secretly masturbates every time he finishes peeing, all so I can
see it on purpose!"
The teacher chuckled and said, "You licked my socks until they're all sticky. How am I supposed to wear them later?"
Upon hearing this, I quickly reached my hand inside her skirt and pulled down her socks along her soft thighs. Instantly, a pair of
fair and delicate feet appeared before my eyes. I couldn't help but put each of her ten toes into my mouth,
sucking and tasting them carefully, and licking between her toes with my tongue.
I know that toes are a very mysterious erogenous zone for women. Not only can they stimulate a woman's sexual desire, but
they can also give her a sense of superiority. When she imagines a man submissive at her feet, not minding to
lick her toes, letting her quietly enjoy this pleasure... this feeling will intoxicate her and she will be
unable to stop wanting it from then on.
Ms. Yang was deeply captivated at this moment, her eyes sparkling with desire, her lips curved in affection, as she stroked her hair, swayed
her hips, and let out soft moans.
Then I slowly ran my tongue along her heels, tracing it over her calves, and slipped my head under her skirt
to lick her inner thighs, gently kissing and teasing her, but never attacking her private parts. I knew that to drive
a woman completely mad, I had to play hard to get like this.
Sure enough, after a short while, Teacher Yang used her thighs to forcefully clamp my head together, bringing my mouth close to her private parts. But I
didn't obey. I just pressed my mouth against her labia majora through my underwear and breathed softly without
making any big movements. Meanwhile, my hands gradually reached under her skirt to her back and unhooked her bra. Then, I covered her large
breasts with my hands and began to knead them.
Ms. Yang was panting heavily, her voice trembling slightly, "Where did you learn to be so naughty, you little rascal... Please
help your teacher..."
I blew a breath into her vagina and said, "You can have my help, but you have to call me husband first." Then I
bit her labia majora.
Ms. Yang suddenly stumbled and called out in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Husband!" I said, "What?"
"It itches..."
"Where does it itch?"
"You little rascal, I can't take it anymore..." After saying that, Teacher Yang stood up, pushed me to the ground,
pulled out her underwear from under her skirt, and sat on my face with her bare bottom.

That's intense, but it's exactly what I wanted. I've fantasized about putting my mouth on her vagina and sucking all her vaginal fluids 　　ever since I used to peep at her urinating. Today, my wish has finally come true.
Her lower body was already overflowing with desire. Sitting on my face, her vagina was pressed tightly against my mouth, leaving no gap. I
slipped my tongue inside and gently stirred, and a stream of sour, astringent love juice flowed into my mouth. I drank it all without spilling a drop
. But she kept wriggling her big buttocks on my face, and my tongue kept scraping against
the walls of her vagina, while I kept licking her clitoris and urethra with the tip of my tongue.
I only felt her writhing more and more, and finally she screamed and a large amount of liquid gushed out of her vagina.
I didn't know if it was urine or vaginal fluid. It was sour and salty, not very fishy or smelly. It sprayed all over my mouth and that wasn't all.
I drank some, leaving a mouthful in my mouth, then rolled over and pinned her to the ground. I kissed her small mouth,
slowly transferring the liquid to her lips. She didn't refuse, but obediently drank it all in. Then she slipped her delicate
tongue into my mouth, and I quickly returned the gesture, our tongues intertwining, sucking on her saliva. At the same
time, my hands restlessly stripped off all her clothes.
At this moment, Teacher Yang's entire body was revealed to me in its entirety. Her breasts were high and full, her buttocks
were round and very elastic, and her legs were white and delicate. I couldn't help but praise her, "Teacher, you are truly a celestial being descended to earth.
Any more or less would be too plump, any less would be too thin."
Teacher Yang chuckled and said, "You use all your clever tricks on crooked paths; you're not exactly a good student
."
I retorted, "Does getting good grades make the teacher ejaculate?"
After saying that, I quickly stripped off my clothes. When I saw the enormous thing between my legs, my mouth formed an "O"
shape in shock. "My God, how could your mother give birth to such a freak like you? How can you grow up to look like this at such a young age?"

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