The female teacher's grip is so tight, I'm about to ejaculate.

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In the 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 other students could only draw the Venus de Milo plaster cast. I didn't have any extra money, and my grades weren't good enough, so I naturally missed out on the opportunity to use 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 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 with a slender ankle formed a graceful curve. 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 traced my gaze upwards along those beautiful ankles. The smooth, silky curves of her calves were undeniably graceful, and her long, slender thighs were tightly encased in flesh-colored stockings. I then noticed a white, very short dress. The woman seemed to be wearing pantyhose, but there was no visible line separating the stockings from her thighs. 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. I couldn't help but linger a while, mesmerized by the view beneath her skirt. Suddenly, the woman spoke in a soft, sweet voice, "Could 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."

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. 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 alluring. Those snow-white, delicate thighs must have captivated countless boys' souls.

Just then, a bolt of lightning appeared in the sky, followed by a thunderclap, and suddenly a thunderbolt the size of a soybean struck down. The raindrops, sparse at first, suddenly poured down like a waterfall. I hurriedly 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.

After I stopped, I muttered curses at the heavy rain. Looking back, I saw Teacher Ying was also completely drenched. 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 soaked.

Several other 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, saying, "Teacher Ying, put your... "Wrap this around your skirt!" she said, taking off her t-shirt and handing it to her. She

used it to wipe her skirt slightly. I looked up, shirtless, at the rain intensifying. It seemed like it wouldn't stop anytime soon. My supplies were mostly dry, except for three or four sheets of paper. I threw the wet paper away. After a while, Ms. Ying had dried her skirt a bit, so it wasn't clinging to her buttocks anymore, but her underwear was soaked through. Perhaps feeling uncomfortable in the wetness, she slightly bent over and wrapped the t-shirt around her waist.

She brushed her hair aside and smiled, saying, "Thank you. Aren't you cold being naked like this?" "No, 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 quite strong," Ms. Ying laughed.

“But, Teacher Ying, look, the rain is getting heavier and heavier. It doesn’t seem like it’s going to stop tonight. What should we do?” I wanted to leave, but then I thought better of it. It wouldn’t be safe for her, a woman alone, to be out in the rain like this.

Teacher Ying had the same thought 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 leave when the rain gets a little lighter.” I stopped blocking her way and stepped aside.

Waiting… The rainy night was a bit cold, and Teacher Ying shivered slightly. She crossed her arms and hugged her chest. Two hours later, the rain intensified. The ground was covered in water, and the rushing sound was incessant. It seemed like we were the only ones left on the bustling commercial street except for the glittering lights.

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

“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 stiffened slightly. Ms. Ying, however, was very generous. She pulled me along, laughing sweetly, “Come on, let’s go!” and rushed into the relentless rain. I couldn’t help but be infected by her enthusiasm and shouted as I rushed out. We ran for our lives…

Soon we 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 couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed. The heavy rain had completely ruined Ms. Ying’s hairstyle; her shoulder-length short hair was plastered to the back of her neck by the water, and my T… The T-shirt wasn't wrapped around her waist; she'd somehow gotten rid of it.

Her very thin dress, soaked with water, became almost transparent. Her alluring, perky breasts stood tall, and beneath the white gauze, only two skin-colored, nearly transparent bras could be vaguely seen tightly encasing her full breasts, with her areolas protruding as two small dots against the fabric.

The skin-toned demi-cup bra couldn't quite conceal her ample breasts. 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 half-exposed.

Stockings clung tightly to Ms. Ying's rounded buttocks and long, slender 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 swelled, and my penis involuntarily hardened, standing erect, creating a large bulge in my rain-soaked pants.

Ms. Ying, however, was looking down at my genitals. 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 groin 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 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, "How about this, 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, suddenly moving closer to me with a somewhat seductive air, and whispered 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, mumbled a few words incoherently, and nodded haphazardly.

After a while, we arrived at the tenth floor, her company. It was a duplex apartment building, serving as both an office and a residence—Teacher Ying's temporary accommodation. 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 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 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 slender 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 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 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 keep wearing 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, covering my genitals. "I just want to test your genital response, otherwise what will we do when we take the X-ray? 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 appear more alluring. She unhooked the transparent bra and casually tossed it onto the bed, touching her nipples to give her soft, snow-white peaks a break from their long-constrained state. Against her snow-white skin, her breasts appeared incredibly vibrant; as she turned, her soft breasts, no longer restrained by the bra, bounced, the two erect and alluring pink nipples trembling and quivering, lively and dazzling. Glancing to the side, I noticed that Ms. Ying was still wearing transparent 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 was on full display.

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, and the alluring toes within the stockings twitched a few times. Then, unexpectedly, she raised her left leg high, displaying her elegant and charming sole before my eyes—a truly feast for the eyes. "Ms. Ying, your stockings are so beautiful!" I whispered, my body reacting strongly.

She looked at me, swaying her body slightly and gracefully, her round, plump buttocks twisting seductively. Her beautifully shaped, fair legs moved together, and she reached out with her hands to her waist, finding the top of the stockings, and slowly rolled them down to her knees.

Ms. Ying lifted one leg, quickly pulling the damp stocking from her thigh to her toes, then gently pulled the sheer toe of the stocking down with her fingers, completely exposing her fair and pinkish foot to the air. She lifted her other leg, took off her stockings, and then crumpled them into a ball and laid 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, spurting out a thick stream of semen that shot directly onto Ms. Ying's feet. My legs went weak, and I almost collapsed to the ground, quickly closing my eyes.

Ms. Ying was startled by the sound and immediately turned around, walking to me. She 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's okay, 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 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 slipped her tongue into my mouth.

Our saliva mingled; her tongue had an indescribable sweetness, feeling 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.

A moment later, I became aroused. I sucked hard on her red lips, then forcefully thrust my tongue into Teacher Ying's moist, saliva-filled mouth. At that 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 area was smooth as a baby's. Two thin, pink lips nestled between two thick, fleshy lips, oozing glistening 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 forcefully, and I almost ejaculated again. My body convulsed slightly. She sensed this and released my penis, then 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, showing me her peach-like vulva. "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, 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 soft, almost delirious moan, arching her thighs to clamp my body around hers, her buttocks swaying restlessly up and down, seeking even 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.

Ms. Ying's pantyhose were still hanging on her calves. I ripped them off, spreading her thighs wide. The pink petals and dark pubic hair were laid bare before my eyes, a breathtaking sight.

I bent down, sucking the sweet juices.

"Ah..." Ms. Ying groaned, her hands gripping the sheets tightly.

After a long while, I grew tired, while Ms. Ying reached her climax.

Ms. 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. I held Ms. Ying's body tightly with my left hand and lifted her buttocks with my right, admiring the fleshy texture. My fingers traced the crevice between her mounds, finding the wet, glistening opening.

Now, Ms. Ying's juices soaked my genitals. I held 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, while the other searched for her vaginal opening, intending to insert it there. Ms. Ying responded by lowering her hips above me.

Since this was my first time, I thrust 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 hips to try and swallow the glans.

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

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

However, once the glans entered Ms. Ying's vagina, it seemed to be attracted by magnets, impossible to pull away. Ms. Ying tried to stand up, but my glans followed her, unable to leave her vulva.

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

Seeing Teacher Ying's expression, I wanted to pull out, but the more excited I became, the more my penis swelled up, its diameter increasing by half again as before, thanks to the nourishment from Teacher Ying's vaginal fluid. 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 making love to be like this, and Teacher Ying, having given birth before, shouldn't be experiencing such pain.

I held her tightly, kissing her, "Let me soften slowly before pulling out; it might be better." "No, try going in slowly first; my vaginal walls are still wide," Teacher Ying refused to let me pull out.

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

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

With a "plop," my thick penis finally slid deep into the wet, fleshy cave. The depths of her vagina seemed to writhe with joy at receiving a long-awaited penis.

"Ah…!" Teacher Ying couldn't help but throw her head back and groan loudly, "Good…good…finally…it's in…" At the same time, fragrant sweat streamed down her body like pearls!

Teacher Ying gently trembled her lower body and weakly whispered in my ear, "Come on top." Then, she moved her body to the side.

My penis was still attached to her vulva. I slowly turned my body, placing myself between Teacher Ying's legs. Her full, snow-white thighs swayed, gripping my waist, and her vaginal muscles eagerly contracted. But because our genitals were tightly joined, there was no contraction.

I thrust into her, as if trying to pierce her uterus, but 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 their soft mounds, continuing to suck and lick.

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

My penis swelled inside Teacher Ying’s vagina, her lust rising wildly, her vagina overflowing with vaginal fluid, but it was completely blocked by my penis, not a drop escaped. My glans felt her inner walls filled with holy water, hot and wet.

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

The numbing pleasure intensified, our desire burned even hotter, and her vagina released even more fluid.

Teacher Ying hugged my body tightly, spreading her legs almost to meet my enormous penis, her feet restlessly twitching on the mat, while she arched her back, emitting moans.

My whole body was aroused, so I thrust harder, trying to make some thrusting movements, although each time it was only a small amount, the stimulation for Teacher Ying was immense.

“Ah…! Good… darling… so good…” “Ah… coming… oh oh oh oh… oh oh, ah ah… ah ah ah…” Teacher Ying continued her seductive moans, her lower body unable to support her weight, she could only use her elbows to support her body to withstand my thrusts.

"Again...a little harder!" Amidst Ms. Ying's desperate longing for climax, mingled with her chaotic breathing and gasps, I lost all tenderness. I grabbed her waist, forcing her to brace herself, and thrust my penis deep into her flower to respond to her cry. Ms. Ying's entire body trembled, accepting me with all her might.

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

Ying tilted her head back, her tightly furrowed brows and contracted abdomen, her long legs wrapping increasingly tightly around my waist, all as if desperately trying to suppress an uncontrollable climax. Stripped naked, Ms. Ying could no longer support herself; 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 wearing pantyhose earlier, but now, my penis, soaked in Teacher Ying's holy water, was even harder. I continued my thrusting, penetrating deeper into her flower path more smoothly. After a while, Teacher Ying seemed to be brought back by my thrusting. Her snow-white buttocks spun like a millstone, her teeth clenched, her hair disheveled, and she kept moaning.

"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...oh..." I lifted Teacher Ying's legs and pushed them towards her chest, a position that allowed my penis to penetrate deeper into 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 lovely moan.

I thrust straight in, penetrating deep into the teacher's flower path with all my might. As expected, the teacher couldn't withstand such intense stimulation. "Ah...!! No...no...I can't...I can't take it anymore!! Ah..." Teacher Ying shook her head violently, gasping for breath as she begged for mercy! Her slender fingers gripped my arm tightly, trying to endure the impact of pleasure on her uterus. But under my continued assault, the teacher 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 launched like an arrow, her cries 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, hugging me tightly as she was burned by the semen. I hugged her tightly too, savoring the sensation, my penis still inside her, reluctant to pull out.

After a long while, we both recovered.

My penis gradually shrank, and half of it could be pulled out of Teacher Ying's vagina. Teacher Ying's vaginal opening was still filled with a large amount of a mixture of holy water and semen. She reached out her jade-like hand and touched it, saying, "This liquid is very nutritious. I've lost so much, I need to replenish it. Suck some 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, then, mouth to mouth, fed the liquid to Teacher Ying. She drank it with relish.

"Ah, that felt 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 felt so horny just now," I said, gently rubbing her breasts.

"Horny? It's all because of your thing, 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 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 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 buttocks 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 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 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?" I blurted out for some reason.

"Yes, I love it..." Teacher Ying moaned 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, and continued 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, then 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 that was too exhausting. So I just lay on top of Teacher Ying and we fell asleep in each other's arms…

In the second year, the course assigned some sketching assignments, including some figure drawing. The school often hired professional female models as subjects for figure drawing, 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 sketching room; the other students could only draw the plaster cast of the Venus de Milo. I didn't have any extra money, and my grades weren't good enough, so I naturally couldn't have any female models. Even so, I didn't care much about it, thinking that drawing plaster casts was just as good as drawing nudes.

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 with a slender ankle formed a graceful curve. 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 traced my gaze upwards along those beautiful ankles. The smooth, silky curves of her calves were undeniably graceful, and her long, slender thighs were tightly encased in flesh-colored stockings. I then noticed a white, very short dress. The woman seemed to be wearing pantyhose, but there was no visible line separating the stockings from her thighs. 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. I couldn't help but linger a while, mesmerized by the view beneath her skirt. Suddenly, the woman spoke in a soft, sweet voice, "Could 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 stood up in surprise as well. "It's been a long time. What are you doing here?" "Oh, I've been setting up a painting stall here to earn some pocket money lately."

Ms. Ying was our physical education teacher in our freshman year, but she left the school 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 good maintenance, she looks no more than twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. She has beautiful eyebrows, a delicate nose, sexy red lips, and a pretty face. Her skin is fair, delicate, and smooth, her figure is well-proportioned and slender, with a slim waist, round buttocks, and a pair of large breasts. You could say she has all the beauty a woman could have. When she teaches physical education, she wears a leotard, her movements are light and graceful, sexy and charming. Her fair and delicate thighs have captivated the souls of countless boys.

As we were chatting, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a deafening roar. Suddenly, raindrops the size of soybeans began to fall, sparse at first, but soon cascading down like a waterfall. I hurriedly grabbed my art stall, not even bothering to pack it up, and rushed with Teacher Ying to the entrance of a nearby shopping mall to seek shelter. The walk was two or three hundred meters long,

and by the time we reached our shelter, I was completely soaked. After I stopped, I muttered curses at the downpour and looked back. Teacher Ying was also drenched. 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 soaked.

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

I quickly stepped forward and stood in front of her. "Teacher Ying, please wear this t-shirt!" I said, taking off my t-shirt and giving it to her. She used it to wipe her skirt.

I looked up, shirtless, at the rain intensifying. It seemed like it wouldn't stop anytime soon. My supplies were mostly dry, except for three or four sheets of paper. I threw the wet paper away. After a while, Teacher Ying had dried her skirt a bit, so it wasn't clinging to her buttocks anymore. However, her underwear was soaked through. Perhaps feeling uncomfortable in the wetness, she slightly bent over and wrapped the t-shirt around her waist.

She brushed her hair aside and smiled, saying, "Thank you. Aren't you cold being naked like this?" "No, I take cold showers all year round. Look, I don't even have goosebumps." I puffed out my chest and showed her my arms.

"Hmm, you're quite strong," Teacher Ying laughed.

“But, Teacher Ying, look, the rain is getting heavier and heavier. It doesn’t seem like it’s going to stop tonight. What should we do?” I wanted to leave, but then I thought better of it. It wouldn’t be safe for her, a woman alone, to be out in the rain like this.

Teacher Ying had the same thought 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 leave when the rain gets a little lighter.” I stopped blocking her way and stepped aside.

Waiting… The rainy night was a bit cold, and Teacher Ying shivered slightly. She crossed her arms and hugged her chest. Two hours later, the rain intensified. The ground was covered in water, and the rushing sound was incessant. It seemed like we were the only ones left on the bustling commercial street except for the glittering lights.

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

"How about 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...

Soon we 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 couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. The heavy rain had completely ruined Ms. Ying's hairstyle. Her shoulder-length short hair was plastered to the back of her neck by the 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 Ms. Ying's 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 up, and my penis involuntarily hardened, standing erect and bulging noticeably, creating a large bulge in my rain-soaked pants.

Ms. Ying, however, was also looking down at my groin. Noticing my reaction, her pretty 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 me to work with you, 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 seemed puzzled. "Didn't you see any women when you were learning to draw nudes?" "I... I really never have. I'm finding it hard to stand 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 so late already, I think you can sleep here tonight." I listened to the rain outside the window; it seemed I wouldn't be going home today. I nodded.

She smiled and 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 completely 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.

"Just wait a bit, and I'll show you. This will help you get used to your sensitivity to women, which will make things easier during filming," she said, slapping me lightly.

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

After a while, we arrived at the tenth floor, her company. It was a duplex apartment building, serving as both an office and a residence—Teacher Ying's temporary accommodation. Her bedroom was at the very back.

As soon as I entered the bedroom, Ms. Ying sat down in a chair. She laughed and exclaimed, "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 do," 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 my shoes off." She lifted her feet and flexed her toes. Ms. Ying's movements as she took off her shoes were indeed incredibly graceful.

Her slender 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 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 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 keep wearing 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, covering my genitals. "I just want to test your genital response, otherwise what will we do when we take the X-ray? 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 appear more alluring. She unhooked the transparent bra and casually tossed it onto the bed, touching her nipples to give her soft, snow-white peaks a break from their long-constrained state. Against her snow-white skin, her breasts appeared incredibly vibrant; as she turned, her soft breasts, no longer restrained by the bra, bounced, the two erect and alluring pink nipples trembling and quivering, lively and dazzling. Glancing to the side, I noticed that Ms. Ying was still wearing transparent 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 was on full display.

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, and the alluring toes within the stockings twitched a few times. Then, unexpectedly, she raised her left leg high, displaying her elegant and charming sole before my eyes—a truly feast for the eyes. "Ms. Ying, your stockings are so beautiful!" I whispered, my body reacting strongly.

She looked at me, swaying her body slightly and gracefully, her round, plump buttocks twisting seductively. Her beautifully shaped, fair legs moved together, and she reached out with her hands to her waist, finding the top of the stockings, and slowly rolled them down to her knees.

Ms. Ying lifted one leg, quickly pulling the damp stocking from her thigh to her toes, then gently pulled the sheer toe of the stocking down with her fingers, completely exposing her fair and pinkish foot to the air. She lifted her other leg, took off her stockings, and then crumpled them into a ball and laid 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, spurting out a thick stream of semen that shot directly onto Ms. Ying's feet. My legs went weak, and I almost collapsed, quickly closing my eyes.

Ms. Ying was startled by the sound and immediately turned around, walking to me. She 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 your figure not good enough, teacher?" Seeing my reaction, she seemed pleased. She shook her breasts and 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 making a fuss over nothing. We're from the design department of the art academy; we shouldn't be too sensitive about nudity." She patted my hand and said in a seductive voice, "It's alright, we're both adults. Relax, I'll help you mature." I was powerless against 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 very interested in my pantyhose. I saw your crotch was quite large earlier, but now that I've taken it off, it looks a bit smaller." I was caught off guard and nodded. She seemed pleased, saying, "If you like, I'll put the pantyhose back on for you to see; that will make the test even easier." She smiled sweetly, handed me a dry towel, and 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 donned a pair of white lace pantyhose. A small, palm-sized piece of silk fabric was embroidered with a flower at the crotch; I knew these were pantyhose meant no underwear was needed. Teacher Ying was so open! She wasn't wearing any panties at all. The

white pantyhose hugged her slender, jade-like legs, and through the semi-transparent fabric at her lower abdomen, one could vaguely see dark pubic hair. Through the pantyhose, I could also see that Teacher Ying's vulva was shaped like a peach. This time, I was incredibly aroused. Her long, slender thighs and delicate feet, clad in transparent velvet pantyhose, stirred endless fantasies. Her perfectly proportioned legs, accentuated by the transparent stockings, seemed to be bathed in a magical glow under the light. Her smooth back, full hips, and wasp waist swayed, making her even more alluring and highlighting her exquisite curves. Her beautiful lower abdomen was smooth and white, with a cute little belly button in the center, as captivating as a cherry blossom. Ms. Ying was wearing 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, every movement highlighting her exquisite curves. My lower body involuntarily swelled several times its normal size.

"Sit down first!" Ms. Ying pointed to the Simmons bed beside her. I sat down as instructed. Ms. Ying walked up to me, pressed me down, and plopped down on my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck, saying, "Understanding a woman's body can calm your arousal. In a moment, I'm going to make love with you to test your sexual ability."

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

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

A moment later, I became aroused. I forcefully sucked on her red lips, then thrust my tongue into Ms. Ying's mouth, which was full of moisture and saliva. At that moment, Ms. Ying's tongue entwined with mine, sucking on it. When I withdrew my tongue, her tongue followed into my mouth. I licked her tongue, and Ms. Ying trembled with pleasure, entwining her tongue with mine even more forcefully, pursuing unparalleled pleasure. We sucked each other's saliva mouth to mouth. I held Ms. 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 buttocks clad in pantyhose, enjoying the sensations of her 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 and said softly, "Take off my pajamas!" My blood was already boiling, and I ripped off her transparent pajamas in one go. Her large breasts bounced out, seemingly making a "pop" sound, pressing against my chest.

She stood up, straddled my lower body, bent down, pulled my thighs to one side, took my throbbing penis, reached out her delicate hand to grasp and play with it, slowly kissed it, and then took it into her mouth, sucking on it incessantly. Her small mouth couldn't yet hold my entire glans, which made Ms. Ying's small mouth bulge.

Ms. Ying's tongue moved back and forth on my glans, her teeth gently biting my penis, spitting out some saliva onto the glans, using the tip of her tongue to pry open the opening of the glans, and pushing hard. I almost ejaculated again, my body convulsing slightly. She seemed to sense it, and then released my penis. Turning back to me, she panted, "You should suck on it too, mine smells really good!" She spread her legs, 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 vulva. Her velvet pantyhose were soaked, her labia swollen and prominent, incredibly alluring.

My heart pounded, and I sucked hard on her pantyhose with my tongue. The pantyhose indeed had a fragrance, emitting a faint perfume scent. Kissing through the stockings felt so smooth and soft; her vulva, clad in stockings, appeared so smooth and delicate, deeply captivating me.

At this moment, I was extremely excited, my heart pounding, my penis throbbing. Unconsciously, a thick stream of semen shot into Ms. Ying's cherry-like mouth with a thud. Ms. Ying cried out in surprise, opening her small mouth to suck all the semen into her mouth. Then, with her sucking and licking, she made my almost limp penis hard again.

Under Teacher Ying's domineering pressure, I bit down on the crotch of her alluring pantyhose, and without realizing it, I suddenly bit a hole in the crotch area of her pantyhose. My tongue slipped inside, parting her petals, the tip of my tongue pressing against the clitoris, licking until Teacher Ying's thighs twitched wildly, her buttocks throbbing violently.

My left index and middle fingers parted the labia on both sides of her vulva, and at this moment, I could clearly see that Teacher Ying's exquisitely beautiful secret place was as smooth as a baby's, with two thin pink lips sandwiched between two thick lips, oozing a few drops of crystal-clear liquid. I curled my tongue and inserted it, 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 buttocks again. I inserted the tip of my tongue into the warm flesh wall and teased, swallowing and spitting out, Teacher Ying's lower body liquid kept gushing out, her body constantly vibrating, "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'd ever heard a woman moan in heat; it sounded 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 stroked it with her hand, temporarily suppressing my burning desire.

After a while, she stopped, turned to my face, 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, then placed her legs over my head, sitting on my chest.

“Look, these are the labia majora, and inside there 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 and licked her hardening areolas and nipples in circles with the tip of my tongue, while also sucking them passionately.

“Hmm… like this! Ah…” Perhaps it was the sensation from her nipples that made Ms. Ying moan like a whisper, while arching 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 the tip of my tongue.

“Ah…!” Ms. Ying’s body trembled as if she had been electrocuted, her lower abdomen involuntarily rising. Taking advantage of the moment, I cupped the teacher's round buttocks, and saw white fluid 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 wide, revealing her pink petals and deep black pubic hair—a breathtakingly beautiful sight.

I bent down, sucking the sweet juice.

"Ah…," the teacher moaned, gripping the sheets tightly.

After a long while, I grew tired, while Teacher Ying reached her climax.

She 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 mounds, finding the wet, glistening opening.

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

"Put it in..." Teacher 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. Teacher 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!" Teacher 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!" Teacher Ying cried out as I was about to insert my entire penis, lifting her buttocks to pull my penis out.

But once my glans entered Teacher 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 never expected my first time making love 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 it slowly before pulling out, it might be better." "No, try going in slowly first, my vaginal walls are still wide," Teacher Ying disagreed with my 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 vulvas rubbing against each other.

I held the teacher's slender waist with one hand and grasped my engorged penis with the other, aiming it 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 fleshy hole 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!

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 still attached to her vulva, and I slowly turned my body, placing myself between Teacher Ying's legs. Her full, snow-white thighs swayed, then clamped around my waist, and her vaginal muscles eagerly contracted. But because our genitals were tightly joined, there was no contraction at all.

I thrust into her, as if trying to pierce her uterus, but 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 their soft mounds, continuing to suck and lick.

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

My penis swelled inside Teacher Ying’s vagina, her lust rising wildly, her vagina overflowing with vaginal fluid, but it was completely blocked by my penis, not a drop escaped. My glans felt her inner walls filled with holy water, hot and wet.

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

The numbing pleasure intensified, our desire burned even hotter, and her vagina released even more fluid.

Teacher Ying hugged my body tightly, spreading her legs almost to meet my enormous penis, her feet restlessly twitching on the mat, while she arched her back, emitting moans.

My whole body was aroused, so I thrust harder, trying to make some thrusting movements, although each time it was only a small amount, the stimulation for Teacher Ying was immense.

“Ah…! Good… darling… so good…” “Ah… coming… oh oh oh oh… oh oh, ah ah… ah ah ah…” Teacher Ying continued her seductive moans, her lower body unable to support her weight, she could only use her elbows to support her body to withstand my thrusts.

"Again...a little harder!" Amidst Ms. Ying's desperate longing for climax, mingled with her chaotic breathing and gasps, I lost all tenderness. I grabbed her waist, forcing her to brace herself, and thrust my penis deep into her flower to respond to her cry. Ms. Ying's entire body trembled, accepting me with all her might.

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

Ying tilted her head back, her tightly furrowed brows and contracted abdomen, her long legs wrapping increasingly tightly around my waist, all as if desperately trying to suppress an uncontrollable climax. Stripped naked, Ms. Ying could no longer support herself; 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 wearing pantyhose earlier, but now, my penis, soaked in Teacher Ying's holy water, was even harder. I continued my thrusting, penetrating deeper into her flower path more smoothly. After a while, Teacher Ying seemed to be brought back by my thrusting. Her snow-white buttocks spun like a millstone, her teeth clenched, her hair disheveled, and she kept moaning.

"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...oh..." I lifted Teacher Ying's legs and pushed them towards her chest, a position that allowed my penis to penetrate deeper into 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 lovely moan.

I thrust straight in, penetrating deeply into the teacher's flower path. As expected, the teacher couldn't withstand such intense stimulation. "Ah...!! No...no...I can't...I can't take it anymore!! Ah..." Teacher Ying shook her head violently, gasping for breath as she begged for mercy! Her slender fingers gripped my arm tightly, trying to endure the impact of pleasure on her uterus. But under my continued assault, the teacher succumbed once more.

Teacher Ying's love juice gushed out like a fountain 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 indescribable joy.

The teacher 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, having entered the final sprint, had already launched like an arrow released from a bow; her cries were completely futile! A fiery sensation erupted from deep within my body, accompanied by a numbing, intense pleasure, shooting from my glans into the depths of her vagina. My body's spasms gradually subsided. Finally, I calmed down completely. "Oh, your semen is so hot," Ms. Ying said, her arms tightening around me from the heat of the semen. I hugged her tightly in return, savoring the sensation, my penis still inside her, reluctant to pull out.

After a long while, we both recovered.

My penis gradually shrank, and half of it could be pulled out of Ms. Ying's vagina. Ms. Ying's vagina still contained a large amount of a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid. She reached out and touched it, saying, "This liquid is very nutritious. I've lost so much; I need to replenish it. Suck some into your mouth and feed it to me." I did as she said, pressing my mouth against her opening. The mixture of semen and vaginal fluid had a slightly pungent smell. I took a large gulp, then, mouth to mouth, fed the liquid to Ms. Ying. She drank it with relish.

"Ah, that felt so good, Wang Dang, you're really great! Let's try again tomorrow, you seem pretty good." Teacher Ying kept touching my genitals, saying happily.

"Teacher Ying, you were so sexy just now," I said, gently rubbing her breasts.

"Sexy? It's all because of your thing, it almost killed me." Teacher Ying said, slapping my still swollen penis.

"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, 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 thought to myself, 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 her again.

Teacher Ying was somewhat unwilling, saying, "No, my lower body is so sore, I don't know if I can walk tomorrow." I didn't care about that, and with one hand, I put Teacher Ying in a doggy-style position. Although Teacher 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 forcefully, and soon Ms. Ying climaxed several times, then again, until she went limp. My passion grew, and I wasn't about to let her stop. I turned her over; she had no will of her own now, her eyes glazed over from excessive indulgence, letting me do as I pleased.

I spread her snow-white thighs, placing 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..." Ms. Ying moaned.

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

"Yes, I love it..." Ms. Ying groaned softly, her expression one of extreme pleasure.

As my movements became increasingly rough and relentless, Ms. Ying grew weak. She gripped my genitals with both hands, trying to stop me, but after a moment, she suddenly let out a low cry of pain, and Ms. Ying fainted.

I didn't know what was wrong with her, and I was still inside her when suddenly I felt a tidal wave of trembling 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 was still inside her.

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, and there was some blood. But I was powerless to do anything about it; making love like this was too exhausting. So I simply lay on top of her, and we fell asleep in each other's arms…

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