Crazy Temptation of a Female Teacher at the Art Academy

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The Crazy Temptation of a Female Art Teacher:
I was an art student in my second year. The curriculum included some sketching assignments, including figure drawing. The school often hired professional female models for these sketches, but students had to pay for it themselves, and it was very expensive. I remember only a few high-achieving or wealthy students were eligible to attend figure drawing classes in the studio; the rest could only draw the Venus de Milo plaster cast.

I didn't have extra money, and my grades weren't good enough, so I naturally missed out on the opportunity to work with female models. However, I didn't care much about this, 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 the effort to draw or saved money from their meal expenses, so they all 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 stall on the street to draw portraits. 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 achievers wouldn't stoop to 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 portraits 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 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 slow. 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 exquisite feet trod upon high-heeled sandals, their white toes, slender soles, and pink heels forming a graceful arc with their high arches and delicate ankles. 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 imagined these feet… The owner of the feet looked to be no more than twenty-five or twenty-six years old. I couldn't help but raise my head and slowly look up along those beautiful ankles. The smooth, silky curves of her calves were undeniably graceful. Her long, slender thighs were tightly encased in flesh-colored stockings, and I saw a white, super-short dress. The woman seemed to be wearing pantyhose, but there was no visible line separating the stockings from her upper thighs. According to my... Looking up from my squatting position, under the dim streetlights, I saw a white thong with bows adorning the sides of her thighs, clinging tightly to her pantyhose. The thong was sheer and had a hollow center, clearly showing the black, tangled pubic hair beneath the transparent fabric. I couldn't help but linger a while, mesmerized, when suddenly, the woman asked in a soft, sweet voice, "Can I have a sketch drawn?"

I quickly looked away from her skirt and lowered my head, saying, "Of course, small ones are ten yuan, large ones are thirty yuan." I gestured to the chair opposite her, indicating for her to sit down.

She pulled down her skirt and sat down, her legs crossed at an angle, her hands resting on her knees. Her graceful movements and posture were incredibly captivating. I looked up at her, and she was looking at me too.

"Professor Ying, it's you?!" I exclaimed in surprise, realizing she was a university professor.

"Wang Dang, it's you?!" she replied, equally surprised, standing up as well. "It's been so long! What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I've been setting up a stall here to earn some pocket money lately."

Ms. Ying was our physical education teacher in our freshman year, but she took a leave of absence from the university last year to start her own clothing design company. Ms. Ying is about thirty-four or thirty-five years old, married with children, but because of her excellent maintenance, she looks only twenty-seven or twenty-eight. She has beautifully drawn eyebrows, a delicate nose, sexy red lips, and a charming face. Her skin is fair, smooth, and delicate, her figure is well-proportioned and slender, with a slim waist, rounded hips, and a pair of large breasts. You could say she embodies all the beauty a woman could have. I've got it. During her figure-building class, she wore a leotard; her figure was lithe and alluring, her snow-white, slender thighs captivating countless boys.

In the midst of our conversation, a flash of lightning appeared, followed by a deafening roar, and suddenly, raindrops the size of soybeans began to fall, sparse at first, then pouring down like a waterfall. I hurriedly didn't even bother to pack up my art stall, hastily tying it together and running with Teacher Ying to the entrance of a nearby shopping mall to take shelter. The path was two or three hundred meters long, and by the time we reached shelter, I was soaked to the bone.

After I stood still… Muttering a curse under my breath at the heavy rain, I turned around and saw that Ms. Ying was also soaked. Because of her thin clothing, her skirt and underwear were now semi-transparent, clinging to her shapely buttocks. Her high-quality nylon pantyhose were also completely wet.

Several people were taking shelter from the rain at the mall entrance, and many men were giving her strange looks. Ms. 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. "Ms. Ying, put your t-shirt on!" I said, taking it off. I gave her my t-shirt, and she used it to wipe her skirt a little.

I looked up, shirtless, and saw the rain was getting heavier; it didn't seem like it would stop anytime soon. My tools were mostly dry, except for three or four sheets of paper, which I threw away. After a while, Ms. Ying had dried her skirt a bit; 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, smiled, and said, "Thank you, Wang Dang. Aren't you cold being naked like this?"

"I'm not cold. I take cold showers all year round. Look, I don't even have goosebumps." I puffed out my chest and stretched out my arms for her to see.

"Hmm, you're really strong." Teacher Ying smiled.

"But, Teacher Ying, look, the rain is getting heavier and heavier. It doesn't seem like it's going to stop tonight. What should we do?" I wanted to leave, but then I thought I couldn't. It's not safe for a woman to be out in the rain like this.

Teacher Ying had also thought of this and said with some worry, "Yes, look, everyone else has 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 in the rain and leaving.

"Yes, let's wait a little longer, we can go when the rain gets a bit lighter." I stopped blocking her way and moved to the side.

We waited… The rainy night was a bit chilly, and Ms. Ying shivered slightly, crossing her arms over her chest. Two hours later, the rain intensified, the ground was flooded, and the sound of rushing water was incessant. It seemed like we were the only ones left on the bustling commercial street, except for the glittering lights.

Actually, I didn't know how long I would stay with her. Although my place was far, it was only a thirty-minute walk, and I wasn't afraid to go in the rain.

"How about we escape for a bit? My company is nearby, about ten minutes away. Let's go to my company first!"

Ms. Ying finally made up her mind. She reached out and took my arm, pressing her body close to mine, her warm breath gradually washing over my face.

It was the first time I'd been so close to a woman, and my body stiffened slightly. Ms. Ying, however, was very generous. She pulled me closer, laughing sweetly, "Come on, let's go!" Rushing towards the relentless rain curtain, I couldn't help but be infected by her and also shouted and rushed out. We ran for our lives...

Soon we reached the entrance of the building where Teacher 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 Teacher Ying's hairstyle. Her shoulder-length short hair was stuck to the back of her neck by water. My t-shirt was not tied around her waist. I don't know when she had taken it away.

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 forming small dots 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 high-end bra cups, revealing a deep cleavage. With a slight twist of her waist, her fair breasts were partially exposed.

The stockings clung tightly to Teacher Ying's round, pert buttocks and long, slender legs, making her appear almost naked under the influence of the water. Beneath her completely sheer, sexy silk panties, the forbidden depths of her groin were 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 Teacher Ying's beautiful lower body. Seeing this, my lower body involuntarily swelled, and my penis involuntarily hardened, standing erect, a large bulge protruding from my rain-soaked pants.

Ms. Ying, however, was looking down at my genitals. Noticing my reaction, a smile involuntarily spread across her face. She chuckled and said, "What are you doing? Why are you doing 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, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

"You have a great figure. My company wants to shoot a series of lingerie commercials, 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 commercial 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, I see. 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 suspiciously, "Didn't you see any women when you were learning to draw nudes?"

"I... I really have never seen any. I can't 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 then, it's so late, I think you can sleep here tonight."

I listened to the rain outside the window; it seemed I wouldn't be able to go home today. I nodded.

She smiled, then suddenly moved closer to me with a seductive air, whispering in my ear, "Do you think my figure is alright?"

She pressed her chest against my body.

I'd never seen such a gentle approach before, and I was completely bewildered. "Okay...okay..."

"I'm a woman too, how about I show you my body first?" Her breasts were soft and fragrant, and I couldn't help but nod vigorously.

"I'll show you in a bit, this will help you get used to your sensitivity to women, and it'll be easier when we're filming," she said, slapping me lightly.

I was a little lost, 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 place of residence. Her bedroom was at the very end.

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 be alright," I said, striking a pose. "Let's try it now. It mainly tests your physical abilities and emotional control. Oh, I need 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 heels made a soft sound on the floor, and her beautiful heels obediently slipped out of the shoes. Then, with a slight, deft movement of her calves, the back half of her beautiful feet emerged from the heels.

The arch of her feet was simply exquisite. She slipped 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 in the 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 heel back to her, then with a flick of her silk-stockinged foot, she tossed it under the seat as well.

"Wang Dang, watch closely. I want 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 powerless in front of her. Although I was physically strong, my blood was rushing, and I was breathing heavily, I could only nod in response to her question.

I quickly pulled down my wet trousers and dried myself with a towel, but I was too embarrassed to take off my underwear, so I just wore it anyway, even though it was still wet.

"Really, you're still very wet. You need to dry yourself off, or you'll catch a cold. Take off your underwear too," she said with a smile, handing me a dry towel. "But I'm not used to being naked in front of my teacher like this. I've never been in front of a woman like this before," I said, covering my genitals.

"I just want to test your genital response, otherwise what will happen when we take X-rays? Really, don't have any other thoughts, it's nothing, hurry up, I won't mind, really," Teacher Ying said with a smile.

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 erect like a small cannon, its glans red and the size of a duck egg.

Teacher Ying's gaze swept from side to side across my genitals, a look of surprise on her face. She licked her cherry lips and swallowed.

"Nice figure, good. Now watch my movements, and try to control your emotions." Then, Teacher Ying began her test.

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 let her soft, snow-white peaks, which had been confined for so long

, relax. Against her snow-white skin, her breasts appeared incomparably beautiful; as she turned, her soft breasts, now unbound by a bra, bounced, the two erect, alluring pink nipples trembling and quivering, vibrant and captivating. Looking down, I noticed that Teacher Ying was still wearing transparent flesh-colored pantyhose on her lower body. Her round buttocks and deep cleft were incredibly beautiful, and her slender legs aroused endless fantasies. Her pink vulva and black pubic hair... a magnificent view 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 tensed her toes, and her charming toes twitched a few times within the stockings. Then, unexpectedly, she raised her left leg high, displaying her elegant and charming sole before my eyes. It was truly a feast for the eyes. "Ms. Ying, your stockings are so beautiful!" I whispered, my body reacting strongly.

She looked at me, swaying her body gently and gracefully, twisting her round, plump buttocks seductively, her beautifully shaped, fair legs moving together. She opened her hands, reached down to her waist, found the cuffs of her pantyhose, and slowly rolled them down to her knees.

Ms. Ying lifted one leg and nimbly pulled her soaked pantyhose down from her knee to her toes. Then, she gently pulled the sheer toe of the pantyhose down with her fingers, completely exposing her fair, pinkish-white foot to the air. She then lifted her other leg, removed the pantyhose, and crumpled it into a ball, placing it 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 wildly, and my lower body contracted, releasing 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.

Startled by the noise, Ms. Ying immediately turned around, walked up to me, grabbed my arm, and asked with concern, "What's wrong? It seems your stamina isn't enough; you need more training."

Because she was so close, her large breasts almost blocked my mouth.

"I...I...you...you..." I stammered, unable to speak further, almost collapsing. I could only raise my hand and wave it.

"Is your figure not good, Ms.?" 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 design students at the art academy; we shouldn't be too sensitive about nudity."

She patted my hand and said in a seductive voice, "It's okay, we're both adults. Relax, I'll help you mature."

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 again to her question.

She noticed my genitals and suddenly said, "You seem quite interested in my pantyhose. I noticed your penis was quite large just now, but now that I've taken it off, it looks a bit smaller."

I was caught off guard and nodded. She seemed quite pleased and said, "If you like it, I'll put the pantyhose back on for you to see. That will make the test even easier."

She smiled sweetly and handed me a dry towel, then used it to dry herself before going to the bathroom. A moment later, the door opened. Ms. Ying emerged like a fairy, having removed her underwear and put on a pair of white lace pantyhose. A small piece of silk fabric, about the size of a palm, was embroidered with a flower at the crotch. I knew these were pantyhose that didn't require underwear. Ms. Ying was so open! She wasn't wearing any underwear.

The white pantyhose hugged her long, slender legs, and through the semi-transparent fabric at her lower abdomen, I could vaguely see dark pubic hair. Through the pantyhose, I could also see that Ms. Ying's vulva was shaped like a peach. This time, I was incredibly aroused.

Her long, slender legs and shapely feet, clad in sheer velvet pantyhose, stirred endless fantasies. The sheer stockings accentuated her supple, shapely legs, giving them a magical sheen under the light. Her smooth back, full hips, and wasp waist swayed gracefully, further enhancing her allure and highlighting her curvaceous figure. Her beautiful abdomen was smooth and white, with a cute little belly button, as alluring as a cherry blossom.

Ms. Ying wore a semi-transparent, sheer nightgown; since she wasn't wearing a bra, her full, perky breasts were partially exposed. She slowly walked towards me, every movement emphasizing her curvaceous figure.

My genitals swelled several times their normal size.

"Sit down first!" the teacher said, pointing 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, wrapping her arms around my neck, saying, "Understanding a woman's body can calm your impulses. In a moment, I'm going to have sex 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, and the teacher's tongue had an indescribable sweetness; it felt soft, smooth, and comfortable. She pressed me down onto the bed, her long, slender legs, clad in sheer pantyhose, coiling around my body like snakes. I had the strength but was powerless to resist. 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 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, hers followed. I licked her tongue, and Ms. Ying trembled with pleasure, entwining her tongue with mine even more forcefully, seeking unparalleled pleasure. We sucked each other's saliva mouth to mouth. I held Ms. Ying's body tightly with one hand, while caressing 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 vaginal flesh, the excitement almost took my breath away.

After a long while, she finally let me catch my breath and whispered, "Take off my nightgown!"

My blood was already boiling, and I ripped off her transparent nightgown in one swift motion. 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 the 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 yet hold the entire glans, causing Ms. Ying's lips to bulge out.

Teacher Ying's tongue swirled around my glans, her teeth gently biting my penis, spitting out some saliva that dripped onto the glans. She used her tongue to pry open the opening on the glans and thrust hard.

I almost ejaculated again, my body convulsing slightly. She seemed to sense it and released my penis. Turning back to me, she panted seductively, "You should suck it too, my pussy smells so good!"

She spread her thighs, pressing her pantyhose-clad buttocks firmly 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 down pantyhose were soaked, her labia red, swollen, and protruding, and very alluring.

My heart was pounding. I sucked hard on her pantyhose with my tongue. The pantyhose did indeed have a fragrance, a faint scent of perfume. Kissing through the stockings felt so smooth and soft. Her vulva, clad in stockings, looked so smooth and delicate, and I was deeply attracted.

At this moment, I was extremely excited, my heart pounding, and my penis was throbbing. Unconsciously, a thick stream of semen shot into Ms. Ying's mouth. Ms. 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 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 labia, the tip of my tongue touching the clitoris, licking. 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, seeping out a few glistening drops of liquid. I curled my tongue and stuck it in, teasing the two thin lips with the tip of my tongue, especially the small fleshy mound at the top. She instinctively began to wriggle her buttocks again. I slipped my tongue inside her warm, fleshy walls, teasing and licking. Teacher 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!" Teacher Ying suddenly cried out. This was the first time I'd ever heard a woman moan in heat; it was so wanton.

She was sucking my penis hard, and I was almost coming 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 face me, and said, "Now let me show you my most mysterious place, and I'll explain its function." Ms. Ying blushed, reached down and pulled open her pantyhose, down to her calves, and placed her legs on 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, 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. I sat up and hugged Teacher Ying tightly, saying, "I know, let me try!"

I brought my mouth to hers and used my tongue to lick her gradually hardening areolas and nipples in a circular motion, while also sucking passionately.

"Mmm... just like that! Ah..." Perhaps it was the sensation from her nipples that made Teacher Ying let out a muffled moan, while arching her thighs to clamp my body around her, her buttocks swaying restlessly up and down, seeking more stimulation.

Noticing Teacher Ying's arousal, I used my tongue to lick from her chest down to her navel.

"Ah...!" Teacher Ying's body trembled as if electrocuted, her lower abdomen involuntarily rising.

Taking advantage of the moment, I cupped the teacher's round buttocks, and saw white fluid continuously gushing from her vagina, making the bed somewhat damp.

Teacher Ying's pantyhose were still hanging on her calves; I ripped them off, parted her thighs, and the pink petals and deep black pubic hair were laid bare before my eyes—a breathtakingly beautiful sight.

I bent down, sucking the sweet juices.

"Ah…", the teacher groaned, her hands gripping the sheets tightly.

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

Teacher Ying then pinned me down again, moving her writhing desire to her thighs. She lifted her legs onto 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 her tightly with my left arm, and lifted her buttocks with my right, admiring the fleshy feel there. My fingers traced the cleft between her mounds, finding it wet and glistening.

Her juices were now soaking my genitals. I wrapped my arms around her neck, focusing all my attention on a passionate kiss.

"Inside..." she whispered seductively.

I gripped my hot, hard penis with one hand, and with the other, I searched for her vaginal opening, trying to insert it. She responded by lowering her buttocks above me.

Because this was my first time, I thrust upwards two or three times, but only managed to glide past her labia, unable to fully penetrate.

"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 thrust my hips upwards, and with the slippery feeling, I parted her labia, and the glans went in a little.

But my penis was too big. "Ouch! It hurts, stop!" Ms. Ying yelled, lifting her hips to pull my penis out, just as I was about to insert the whole thing.

But once the glans entered Ms. Ying's vagina, it was like a magnet, impossible to pull away. Ms. Ying tried to stand up, but my glans followed her, unable to leave her vagina.

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

Seeing Ms. Ying's expression, I wanted to pull out, but the more excited I became, the more my penis swelled up after being moistened by her "holy water," its diameter increasing by half again. Ms. Ying's vaginal opening seemed to be tearing.

"Ugh...ah..." Ms. Ying cried out in pain.

Her whole body convulsed, and I could feel a tingling sensation inside her labia and vaginal opening. I hadn't expected my first time having sex to be like this, and Ms. Ying had given birth before; her vagina shouldn't be hurting like this.

I held her tightly, kissing her. "Let me soften slowly before I pull out; it might be better."

"No, try going in slowly first. My vaginal walls are still wide," Ms. Ying refused to let me pull out.

She pressed her full, fleshy body against me, holding me tightly, drawing my penis deep into her. Our bodies attacked each other like in battle, our genitals rubbing against each other.

I held her slender waist with one hand and grasped my engorged penis with the other, aiming at the center of her wet petals, and thrust in with all my might.

With a "plop," my thick penis finally penetrated deep into her wet, lustful vagina. The depths of her vagina seemed to have received the long-awaited penis, writhing with pleasure.

"Ah…!" The teacher 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!

Ms. Ying gently trembled her lower body and weakly whispered in my ear, "Come on top of me."

Then she moved to the side.

My penis was tightly connected to her vulva. I slowly turned my body, placing myself between Ms. Ying's legs. Her full, snow-white thighs swayed, then clamped around my waist, her vaginal muscles twitching impatiently. But because our genitals were so tightly intertwined, there was no movement at all.

I thrust my hips, as if trying to pierce her uterus, but I could only move a little bit. Ms. 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," Ms. Ying kissed me.

I held her tightly, sucking and kissing, pressing and licking her breasts, burying my face in her soft mounds, continuing to suck and lick.

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

My penis swelled inside Ms. Ying's vagina, and in her frenzied lust, her vagina was overflowing with vaginal fluid, but it was completely blocked by my penis, not a drop of it escaped. My glans felt that her inner walls were filled with holy water, hot and clear.

"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 flowed with even more fluid.

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

My whole body was aroused, so I thrust harder, trying to make some thrusting movements, although each time I barely moved, the stimulation for Teacher Ying was immense.

"Ah…! Good… darling… so good…" "Ah...it's coming...oh...oh...ah...ah..."

Teacher Ying continued her alluring cries. Her lower body could no longer support her, and she could only use her elbows to support her body to withstand my thrusts.

"More...harder!" As Teacher Ying's desire for orgasm mingled with her chaotic breathing and panting, I no longer had any thoughts of tenderness. I grabbed the teacher's waist, making her support her body, and I tried my best to thrust my penis deep into the depths of the teacher's flower to respond to her cries. The teacher's whole body was trembling, accepting me with all her might.

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

, erect penis. Teacher Ying tilted her head back, her tightly furrowed brows and contracted abdomen, her long legs wrapping more and more tightly around my waist, all as if she was trying her best to hold back an uncontrollable climax. Once undressed, Teacher Ying could no longer hold on, her arms stretched out weakly, panting heavily on the bed.

For some reason, I had involuntarily ejaculated when I saw Teacher Ying putting on her pantyhose, but now my penis, soaked in Teacher Ying's holy water, was even harder. I continued my thrusts, penetrating deeper into her flower path more smoothly. After a while, it seemed that Teacher Ying had been brought back by me. Her snow-white buttocks spun around like a millstone, her teeth clenched, her hair disheveled, and she kept moaning and groaning.

"Oh...oh, hey...it seems...you won't...come...out...until...you...come," Teacher Ying groaned, "I...I'm...coming...again, let's...come...together...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh..."

I lifted Teacher Ying's legs and pushed them towards her chest. This position allowed my penis to enter Teacher Ying's flower path more smoothly. Teacher Ying's lower body had already blossomed into an alluring flower.

"Oh...god! Harder! Thrust...in!!" Teacher Ying let out a cute 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 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 an indescribable joy.

The teacher noticed the change in the penis's pulsation 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 minute!" But I, already in the climax, had already shot out like an arrow released from a bow. Her cries were completely useless! A hot sensation gushed out from deep within my body, accompanied by a numbing, intense pleasure, shooting through the glans and deep into my vagina. My body's spasms, however, slowed down. Finally, I calmed down completely. "Oh, your semen is so hot," the teacher said, hugging me tightly as she was burned by the semen. I hugged her tightly, savoring the sensations of what had just happened. My penis was still inside Teacher Ying's vagina, reluctant to pull it out.

After a while, we both recovered.

My penis gradually shrank, and half of it could be pulled out of Teacher Ying's vagina. Teacher Ying's vagina still contained a large amount of a mixture of holy water and semen. She reached out her jade-like hand and touched it, saying, "The liquid in here is very nutritious. I've lost so much, I need to use it to replenish myself. Suck it into your mouth and feed it to me."

I did as she said, placing my mouth against the entrance of her vagina. The mixture of holy water and semen had a slightly pungent smell. I took a big gulp, and then, mouth to mouth with Teacher Ying, I fed her the liquid. Teacher Ying drank it with great relish.

"Ah, that felt so good, Wang Dang, you did a great job! 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 are so kind!"

After listening to my words, she touched my glans with her hand, lay in my arms, and said coquettishly, "What, call me sister Ying." "

Yeah, it's five o'clock, go to bed quickly, I have something to do tomorrow, Sunday," Teacher Ying said.

"I didn't expect it to take so long." I was also surprised.

But Teacher Ying kept touching her lower body, and she couldn't help but become excited. She turned around and pressed on Teacher Ying again.

Teacher Ying was a little reluctant and said, "No, it hurts so much down there. I don't know if I will be able to walk tomorrow."

I didn't care about this. I moved Teacher Ying into a doggy style with my hands. Although Teacher Ying was not willing, with my strong mobilization and her own desire, she let me penetrate her vagina from behind.

"Oh oh oh... oh... oh... oh oh... oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh" she kept shouting, her body twisting and her butt muscles tightening.

I jerked vigorously, and after a while, Teacher Ying had several orgasms, and then again, and her whole body went limp. I was getting more and more emotional and refused to let her stop there. Turning her over, she no longer had any independent thoughts. She narrowed her eyes and let me do whatever I wanted.

I opened her snow-white thighs, put them on my shoulders, thrust forward towards her vagina, and penetrated her with all my strength.

"What a sweetheart, no more, I can't bear it...oh oh oh... oh... oh... oh... oh... oh oh." Teacher Ying moaned.

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

"I like it..." Ms. Ying groaned softly, her expression one of intense pleasure.

As my movements grew increasingly rough and relentless, Ms. Ying grew weak. 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 was wrong with her, still penetrating her. Suddenly, I felt a tidal wave of trembling throughout my body, and a stream of semen shot deep into Ms. Ying's vagina. I took a few deep breaths and collapsed onto Ms. Ying's naked, lamb-like body, my penis still inside her.

I kissed Ms. Ying's small mouth for a long time before realizing that she had fainted. The skin on Ms. Ying's genitals had been slightly abraded by my vigorous movements, and there was 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…

[The End]

I was an art student. In my second year, the course included some sketching assignments, including some figure drawing. The school would often hire professional female models as subjects for figure drawing, but students had to pay for it themselves. The price was very expensive. I remember that only a few students with excellent grades or money were qualified to take figure drawing classes in the sketching room. The other students could only draw the plaster cast of Venus de Milo.

I didn't have any extra money, and my grades weren't good either, so I naturally had no chance with female models. Even so, I didn't care much about it. I felt that drawing plaster casts was just as good as drawing nudes.

I continued with my nude drawing practice in this way, while other classmates, more or less, always had to make a firm decision to draw or save money from their meal expenses, so they always had a chance to draw a nude at least once. But I never did. I was tall and strong, and sometimes I would dabble in martial arts. I always ate and drank excessively, and my meager savings would disappear quickly. When I was broke, it always forced me to find ways to make money. Because my portrait drawing skills improved rapidly, I wondered if I could set up a painting stall on the street to make a living. I started drawing portraits without hesitation. Every evening when the weather was fine, I set up a stall in the bustling city center. Since there was no competition (high-achieving students wouldn't bother with that), many people came to me for portraits, and I managed to earn enough for cigarettes every day to last a day or two. Later, I only went to draw portraits when I ran out of money.

Time flew by, and finally, school holidays arrived. Few people stayed at school, but I didn't want to go home, so I spent the summer at school, preparing to find a part-time job.

One evening, as usual, I went to my usual stall, took out some portraits of celebrities I had drawn, 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 to have their portraits drawn. I looked down at the footsteps of passersby, and the number of people walking was decreasing. I considered whether I should pack up my stall if no one came in another five minutes.

Just as I was considering it, a pair of white open-toe high-heeled sandals appeared before my eyes. The thin straps drew beautiful curves on the heels, and on the high-heeled sandals stood a pair of exquisite feet. The white toes, slender soles, and pink heels, along with the high arches and delicate ankles, formed a graceful arc. The feet were clad in sheer flesh-colored stockings with transparent toes, incredibly light and thin, and the delicate toes were painted with red nail polish, making them even more alluring through the stockings.

I guessed that the owner of those feet was no more than twenty-five or twenty-six years old. I couldn't help but raise my head and slowly look up along those beautiful ankles. The curves of her slender, silky calves were undeniably graceful. Her long thighs were tightly covered by flesh-colored stockings. I saw a white mini dress. The woman seemed to be wearing pantyhose, but there was no visible line between them at the top of her thighs. As I squatted down and looked up, under the dim streetlights, I saw white thongs with bows adorning the sides of her thighs, clinging tightly to her pantyhose. The thongs were very sheer and had a hollow center, and the black, tangled pubic hair was clearly visible through the transparent mesh. I couldn't help but linger a while longer, gazing at the view

beneath her skirt. Just as I was becoming mesmerized, the woman suddenly 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 each, large ones are thirty yuan." I gestured to the chair opposite me, indicating for her to sit down. She adjusted her skirt and sat down, her legs crossed and 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, standing up in equal surprise. "It's been a long time! What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I've been setting up a stall here to earn some pocket money lately."

Ms. Ying was our physical education teacher in our freshman year, but she took a leave of absence from the university last year to start her own clothing design company. Ms. Ying is about thirty-four or thirty-five years old, married with children, but because of her good maintenance, she looks like she's only twenty-seven or twenty-eight. She has beautiful eyebrows, a small nose, sexy red lips, and a delicate face. Her skin is fair, smooth, and delicate, 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. During her figure-building class, she wore a leotard, her figure lithe and alluring, her fair and delicate thighs captivating countless boys.

In the midst of our conversation, a flash of lightning appeared, followed by a deafening roar, and suddenly raindrops the size of soybeans began to fall, sparse at first, then pouring down like a waterfall. I hastily bundled up my art stall without even packing it up, and ran with Teacher Ying to the entrance of a nearby shopping mall to seek shelter. The path was two or three hundred meters long, and by the time we reached our shelter, I was soaked to the bone.

After I stopped, I muttered a curse about the heavy rain. Turning around, I saw that Ms. Ying was also soaked. Because her clothes were very thin, her skirt and underwear were so wet that they were almost transparent, clinging to her shapely buttocks. Her high-quality nylon pantyhose were also soaked.

Several people were taking shelter from the rain at the mall entrance, and many men were giving her strange looks. Ms. Ying was very embarrassed and flustered, her head down, her face flushed, and her arms tightly crossed over her chest.

I quickly stepped forward and stood in front of her. "Ms. Ying, put your t-shirt on!" I said, taking off my t-shirt and giving it to her. She wiped her skirt a little.

I looked up, shirtless, at the rain intensifying; it didn't seem going to stop anytime soon. My tools were mostly dry, except for three or four sheets of paper, which I discarded. After a while, Ms. Ying had dried her skirt somewhat, 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, wrapping her t-shirt around her waist.

She brushed her hair aside, smiling, and said, "Thank you, Wang Dang. 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, Ms. 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. Ms. Ying had thought of the same thing and said with some worry, "Yes, look, everyone else has already left in the rain. It's just the two of us now, but it's not good for me to be dressed like this in the rain." After saying that, Ms. 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 moved to the side.

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

Actually, I didn't know how long I would stay with her. Although my place was far away, it was only a 30-minute walk. I wasn't afraid to go even in the rain.

"How about we escape for a bit? My company is nearby, about a 10-minute walk. Let's go to my company first!"

Teacher 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'd been so close to someone of the opposite sex, and I couldn't help but stiffen up. Ms. Ying, on the other hand, was very generous. She pulled me along, laughing sweetly, "Come on, let's go!" and rushed towards the relentless rain. I was caught up in her enthusiasm and yelled as I ran out too. 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-shirt, which wasn't wrapped around her waist, had somehow disappeared.

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 forming small dots 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 high-end bra cups, revealing a deep cleavage. With a slight twist of her waist, her fair breasts were partially exposed.

The stockings clung tightly to Teacher Ying's round, pert buttocks and long, slender legs, making her appear almost naked under the influence of the water. Beneath her completely sheer, sexy silk panties, the forbidden depths of her groin were 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 Teacher Ying's beautiful lower body. Seeing this, my lower body involuntarily swelled, and my penis involuntarily hardened, standing erect, a large bulge protruding from my rain-soaked pants.

Ms. Ying, however, was looking down at my genitals. Noticing my reaction, a smile involuntarily spread across her face. She chuckled and said, "What are you doing? Why are you doing 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. Let's dry ourselves off first." She pressed the elevator button.

In the elevator, neither of us spoke; the atmosphere was somewhat awkward.

"You have a great figure. My company is planning to shoot an underwear ad campaign, and I'd like you to be the male model. What do you think?" Teacher Ying broke the silence. "Sure, it would be my honor to help you, Teacher Ying."

"However, this ad requires us to work together, and I'll be appearing completely nude. I wonder if you'll mind?"

Teacher 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 suspiciously, "Didn't you see any women when you were learning to draw nudes?"

"I... I really have never seen any. I'm finding it a little hard to handle 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 then, it's so late, I think you can sleep here tonight."

I listened to the rain outside the window; it seemed I wouldn't be able to go home today. I nodded.

She smiled, then suddenly moved closer to me with a seductive air, whispering in my ear, "Do you think my figure is alright?"

She pressed her breasts against my body.

I had never seen such a gentle approach before, and I was momentarily dizzy. "Okay... okay..."

"I'm 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 it in a bit, this will help you get used to your sensitivity to women, and then it'll be easier when we're filming," she said, slapping me lightly.

I was a little lost, 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 office and residence—Teacher Ying's temporary residence. Her bedroom was at the very end.

As soon as we entered the bedroom, Teacher Ying sat down in a chair, laughing and exclaiming, "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 be alright," I said, striking a pose. "Let's try it now. It mainly tests your physical abilities and other 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.

The slender high heels clicked softly on the floor, and the beautiful heels obediently slipped out of the shoes. Then, with a slight backbend of the legs, the back half of the feet emerged from the heels.

The arch of the feet was simply exquisite. She stepped 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 in the heel, she swung her ankle a few times, and with a "thud," the high heel fell off, landing a foot or so on the floor 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 tossed it under the seat as well.

"Wang Dang, watch closely, your teacher wants to see your reaction. So you'll have to take off all your pants, completely naked," she said seductively.

At that moment, I snapped out of my daze. I was completely powerless in front of her. Although I was physically strong, my blood was rushing, and I was having some difficulty breathing, I could only nod in response to her question.

I quickly pulled down my wet trousers and dried myself with a towel, but I was too embarrassed to take off my underwear. Although it was still wet, I had no choice but to keep it on.

"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 been in front of a woman like this before." I said, covering my genitals.

"I just want to test your genital response, otherwise what will happen 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.

Ms. Ying's gaze lingered on my lower body, scanning left and right, a look of surprise on her face. She licked her cherry lips and swallowed.

"You have a great figure. Okay, now watch my movements and try to control your emotions." Then, Ms. Ying began her test.

She slowly pulled down her skirt, revealing her beautiful figure. In an instant, her flawless body, like Venus's white jade, appeared before my eyes. Her high breasts were still covered by a bra, but it did little to conceal them except to make them look more alluring. She unhooked the transparent bra, casually tossed it on the bed, and touched her nipples, letting her long-confined soft, snowy peaks relax.

Against her snow-white skin, her breasts appeared incomparably beautiful; as she turned, her soft breasts, unrestrained by a bra, bounced, the two erect and alluring pink nipples trembling and quivering, vibrant and captivating. A glance revealed that Teacher Ying was still wearing sheer flesh-colored pantyhose, her rounded buttocks and deep cleft incredibly beautiful, her slender legs inspiring endless fantasies, her pink vulva, her black pubic hair… a truly magnificent sight.

The thin, smooth, flesh-colored stockings accentuated Ms. Ying's already fair and full legs, making them even more sexy and alluring. Ms. Ying tensed her toes, and her charming toes twitched a few times within the stockings. Then, unexpectedly, she raised her left leg high, displaying her elegant and charming sole before my eyes. It was truly a feast for the eyes. "Ms. Ying, your stockings are so beautiful!" I whispered, my body reacting strongly.

She looked at me, swaying her body gently and gracefully, her round, jade-like buttocks twisting alluringly. Her beautifully shaped, fair legs moved together, and she reached down to her waist with both hands, finding the hem of her pantyhose, and slowly rolled it down to her knees.

Teacher Ying lifted one leg, quickly pulling the damp pantyhose from her thigh to her toes, then gently pulling it down with her fingers along the transparent toe, revealing her fair, rosy foot completely to the air. She then lifted the other leg, removed the pantyhose, and crumpled it into a ball, placing it 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 beautiful, so close. My heart pounded wildly. My lower body contracted, and a thick stream of semen spurted out, shooting straight onto Teacher Ying's feet. My legs went weak, and I almost collapsed to the ground, quickly closing my eyes.

Teacher Ying was startled by the sound and immediately turned around, walking up 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 it because Teacher's figure isn't good?" Seeing my reaction, she seemed pleased. She shook her breasts, then cupped them with her hand.

"Okay...you...I..." I stammered, my face flushed, 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 at the art academy; we shouldn't be too sensitive about nudity."

She patted my hand and said in a seductive voice, "It's okay, we're both adults. Relax, I'll help you mature."

I couldn't use any of my charms on her. Although I was physically strong, my blood was rushing, and I was having some difficulty breathing, I could only nod again in response to her question.

She stared at my genitals and suddenly said, "You seem quite interested in my pantyhose. I noticed your penis was quite large just now, but it looks a bit smaller now that I've taken it off."

I nodded, feeling she'd seen through me. She seemed pleased and said, "If you like it, I'll put the pantyhose back on for you to see. That will make the test easier."

She smiled and gave me a dry towel, then used it to dry herself before going to the bathroom. A moment later, the door opened. Ms. 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. Ms. Ying was so open! She wasn't wearing any underwear at all.

White stockings encased her slender, jade-like legs. Beneath the semi-transparent stockings at her lower abdomen, dark pubic hair was faintly visible. Through the stockings, I could also see that Ms. Ying's vulva was shaped like a peach, and this time, I was incredibly aroused. The

sheer velvet stockings on her long, shapely thighs and delicate feet sparked endless fantasies. Her perfectly proportioned legs, accentuated by the sheer stockings, seemed to be enveloped in a magical glow under the light. Her smooth back, full hips, and wasp waist swayed gracefully, making her even more alluring and highlighting her exquisite curves. Her beautiful abdomen was smooth and white, with a cute little belly button in the center, as alluring as a cherry blossom.

Teacher 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, every movement highlighting her exquisite, curvaceous figure.

My lower body involuntarily swelled several times its normal size.

"Sit down first!" Teacher 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. 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, and her tongue had an indescribable sweetness—soft, smooth, and comfortable. She pressed me down onto the bed, her long, slender legs, clad in sheer stockings, coiling around me like snakes. I had the strength, but I was powerless. I could only let her kiss me.

After a while, I became aroused. I sucked hard on her red lips, then forcefully thrust my tongue into Ms. Ying's moist, saliva-filled mouth.

At this moment, Ms. Ying's tongue entwined with mine, sucking on it. When I withdrew my tongue, hers 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.

A surge of 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 gave me a moment to 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 swollen 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 out.

Ms. Ying's tongue moved back and forth on my glans, her teeth gently biting my penis, spitting out some saliva that dripped onto the glans, using the tip of her tongue to pry open the opening on the glans, and pressing hard.

I was almost ejaculating again, my body convulsing slightly. She seemed to sense it and released my penis. Turning back to me, she panted, "Suck it too, it smells so good down there!"

She spread her legs, pressing her pantyhose-clad buttocks against my head. She seemed to have been aroused for a while; her beautiful petals opened and closed with her breath, sweet nectar flowing from her vulva. Her down pantyhose were soaked, her labia red, swollen, and alluring.

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

At that moment, I was incredibly excited, my heart pounding, my penis throbbing. Unconsciously, a thick stream of semen shot into Teacher Ying's mouth with a loud thud. She 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 into 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 pressing against the stamen. The teacher's thighs twitched, her buttocks throbbing wildly.

My left index and middle fingers parted the labia, revealing a beautiful, smooth vulva, as delicate as a baby's. Two thin, pink lips nestled between two thick, fleshy lips, glistening with a few drops of liquid. I curled my tongue inside, teasing the tip between the thin lips, especially the small fleshy mound at the tip. She instinctively began to wriggle her hips again. I inserted my tongue into the warm, moist walls, teasing and licking. Teacher 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…I want it!” Teacher Ying suddenly cried out. This was the first time I had ever heard a woman moan in heat; it was so wanton.

She was sucking my penis hard, and I was almost coming again. My body was 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 her head to face me, and said, “Now I’ll show you my most mysterious place, and I’ll explain its function to you.” Teacher Ying blushed, reached down and pulled open her pantyhose, down to her calves, and placed her legs on 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 and 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. I sat up and hugged Ms. Ying tightly, saying, "I know, let me try!"

I brought my mouth to her lips and licked her gradually hardening areolas and nipples in circles with the tip of 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 muffled moan, arching her thighs to clamp my body around hers, her buttocks swaying restlessly, seeking more stimulation.

Noticing the teacher's arousal, I used the tip of my tongue to lick from her chest to her navel.

"Ah...!" The teacher's body trembled as if electrocuted, her lower abdomen involuntarily rising.

I took the opportunity to lift the teacher's round buttocks, and saw white fluid continuously gushing from her vaginal opening, the bed already somewhat damp. The

teacher's pantyhose were still hanging on her calves, I ripped them off, spread her thighs, and the pink petals and deep black pubic hair were presented before my eyes without reservation, a poetic and breathtaking sight.

I bent down and sucked the sweet juice.

"Ah..." The teacher groaned, her hands gripping the sheets tightly.

After a long while, I grew tired, while the teacher reached her climax.

The teacher turned and pinned me down again, moving her writhing desire to her thighs. She lifted her legs onto 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 her body tightly with my left hand and lifted her buttocks with my right, admiring the fleshy feel there. My fingers traced the cleft between her mounds, finding the wet opening.

Now, the teacher's juices soaked my genitals. I held her neck, focusing all my attention on her burning lips.

"Inside..." the teacher whispered seductively.

I gripped my hot, hard penis with one hand, while using the other to search for her vaginal opening, intending to insert it. 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, allowing the glans to slip in somewhat.

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

To my surprise, once my glans entered Ms. Ying's vagina, it was like a magnet attracting me, impossible to pull away. Ms. Ying tried to stand up, but my glans followed her, unable to leave her vaginal opening.

"Pull it out quickly, it hurts so much!" Ms. 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 Ms. Ying's vaginal fluid, becoming half again as large as before. Ms. Ying's vaginal opening seemed to be tearing.

"Ugh...ah..." Ms. Ying cried out in pain.

Her whole body convulsed, and I could feel a tingling sensation inside her labia and vaginal opening. I never imagined my first time having sex would be like this, and Ms. Ying, having given birth before, shouldn't experience such pain in her vagina.

I held her tightly, kissing her. "It might be better if I let it soften up slowly before I pull out."

"No, try going in slowly first. My vaginal walls are still quite large," Teacher Ying disagreed with my decision to pull out.

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

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

With a "plop," my thick penis finally penetrated deep into her wet, lustful vagina. The depths of her vagina seemed to have received the long-awaited penis, writhing with joy.

"Ah…!" The teacher couldn't help but groan loudly, "Good…good…finally…it's in…" At the same time, her body was covered in fragrant sweat that flowed down 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 tightly connected to her vulva. I slowly turned my body and placed myself between Teacher Ying's legs. Her full, snow-white thighs swayed and then clamped around my waist. Her vaginal muscles couldn't wait to contract. But because our genitals were tightly intertwined, there was no contraction at all.

I thrust into her with force, 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 her 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, slowly increasing the intensity of her movements.

My penis swelled inside Teacher Ying's wet hole. Her lust was raging, and her vagina was overflowing with fluids, but they were completely blocked by my penis. My glans felt her inner walls saturated with hot, holy fluid.

"I never imagined your penis could even overwhelm 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 lust burned even hotter, and her vagina flowed even more fluids.

Teacher Ying hugged my body tightly, spreading her legs almost to meet my enormous penis. Her legs, stretched out on the mattress, twitched restlessly, while her upper body arched back, emitting whimpering sounds.

My whole body became excited, so I tried harder, attempting to make thrusting movements. Although each time I didn't move much, 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 could no longer support her, and she could only use her elbows to support her body to withstand my impact.

"Again...a little harder!" Amidst Ms. Ying's desperate longing for climax, mingled with her chaotic breathing and gasps, I no longer held back my tenderness. I grabbed her waist, forcing her to support herself, and thrust my penis deep into her flower to respond to her cries. Ms. Ying's entire body trembled as she received 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 pounded against my hard, erect penis.

Teacher Ying tilted her head back, her tightly furrowed brows and contracted abdomen, her long legs wrapping increasingly tightly around my waist, as if she were desperately trying to suppress an uncontrollable climax. Once undressed, Teacher Ying could no longer support herself; her arms stretched out weakly, and she gasped for breath on the bed.

For some reason, I had involuntarily ejaculated when I saw Teacher Ying putting on her pantyhose earlier, but now, my penis, soaked in Teacher Ying's holy fluid, remained even harder. I continued my thrusts, penetrating deeper into her flower path with greater ease. After a while, Teacher Ying seemed to be brought back to life by my thrusts; her snow-white buttocks spun incessantly like a millstone, her teeth clenched, her hair disheveled, and she kept moaning softly.

"Oh...oh, hey...it seems...you won't...come...out...until...you...come," Teacher Ying groaned. "I...am...coming...almost...coming...let's...come...together...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh..."

I lifted Teacher Ying's legs and pushed them towards her chest. This position allowed my penis to enter Teacher Ying's flower path more smoothly. Teacher Ying's lower body had already blossomed into an alluring flower.

"Oh...god! Harder! Thrust...in!!" Teacher Ying let out a cute moan.

I thrust straight in, penetrating Teacher Ying's flower path with all my might. Teacher Ying couldn't withstand such strong stimulation. "Ah...!! No...don't...I'm...I can't take it anymore!! Ah..." Teacher Ying shook her head violently, begging for mercy breathlessly! Her slender fingers gripped my arm tightly, trying to endure the surge of pleasure over her uterus. But under my relentless assault, the teacher succumbed once again.

Teacher Ying's love juice gushed out like a fountain once again. With Teacher Ying's climax this time, my endurance also reached its limit. Soon, I felt an unusual stimulation on the glans, and the pleasure grew stronger and stronger, then expanded, turning into indescribable joy.

Teacher Ying noticed the change in the pulsation of my penis inside her body. "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, who had entered the final sprint, had already shot out like an arrow released from a bow. Her cries were completely useless! A hot sensation gushed out from deep within her body, accompanied by a numbingly intense pleasure, shooting through the glans and 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, hugging me tightly after being burned by the semen. I hugged her tightly too, savoring the sensation I had just experienced, my penis still inside Ms. Ying's vagina, reluctant to pull it 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. Teacher Ying's lower body was still filled with a large amount of a mixture of holy water and semen. She reached out her jade-like hand and touched it, saying, "The liquid in here is very nutritious. I've lost so much, I need to use it to replenish myself. Suck it into your mouth and feed it to me."

I did as she said, placing my mouth against her opening. The mixture of holy water and semen had a slightly pungent smell. I took a big gulp, and then, mouth to mouth with Teacher Ying, I fed her the liquid. Teacher

Ying drank it with great 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, that was so pungent just now," I said, gently kneading her two breasts.

"Ugh? It's all because of your thing, it's killing 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 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 said, surprised.

But Teacher Ying kept touching her lower body, and she couldn't help but become excited. She turned around and pressed on Teacher Ying again.

Teacher Ying was a little reluctant and said, "No, it hurts so much down there. I don't know if I will be able to walk tomorrow."

I didn't care about this. I moved Teacher Ying into a doggy style with my hands. Although Teacher Ying was not willing, with my strong mobilization and her own desire, she let me penetrate her vagina from behind.

"Oh oh oh... oh... oh... oh oh... oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh" she kept shouting, her body twisting and her butt muscles tightening.

I jerked vigorously, and after a while, Teacher Ying had several orgasms, and then again, and her whole body went limp. I was getting more and more emotional and refused to let her stop there. I turned her over. She had lost all willpower, her eyes glazed over with lust as I did as I pleased.

I spread her snow-white thighs, placed them on my shoulders, and thrust into her with all my might.

"My darling, no more, I can't take it… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh…" Ms. Ying moaned.

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

"I like it…" Ms. Ying groaned softly, her expression one of intense pleasure.

As my movements became increasingly rough and relentless, Ms. Ying grew weak. She gripped my penis 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 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. The skin on Teacher Ying's genitals was slightly broken from my vigorous movements, and there was some blood. But I was powerless to do anything about it; making love like this was too exhausting. I could only lie on top of Teacher Ying and we fell asleep in each other's arms…

[The End]

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