[The 5 Days I Lived with My Homeroom Teacher] [The End]

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In 2006, I (Liu Ting) was a university student in Jiangsu Province. My class teacher was a 37-year-old woman surnamed Jiang. She had almond-shaped eyes and a high nose. She possessed all the virtues of a middle-aged intellectual woman: eloquent speech, capable handling of affairs, and considerate. Time seemed reluctant to leave any trace on her face, afraid of tarnishing this face that was almost a work of art. Later, I heard that she was one of the most beautiful women from that year's teachers' college. Her outstanding appearance, coupled with her elegant speech, further enhanced her image, which undoubtedly posed a fatal attraction to us, a group of boys just entering puberty. In addition, her husband worked in car sales abroad and was often away from home. Therefore, we, a group of college students with nowhere to release our hormones, often fantasized about her. We sacrificed countless offspring for her, which also led to many discussions, such as: "How does the teacher manage when her husband is away from home all year round?" But in the end, the male students always said that they would not hesitate to sacrifice their virginity to repay the teacher's kindness in educating them.

I'm an out-of-town student with a rather introverted personality. My homeroom teacher was also our class's advisor, and we always called her "Class Teacher." I would just smile and move on from discussions about her in the crowd. In my mind, she was like a goddess, not to be easily profaned. But men are inevitably worldly, and some off-color jokes were inevitable. These jokes undoubtedly proved just how outstanding Class Teacher Jiang was. She truly cared for me, an out-of-town student. During the first semester, we weren't allowed to bring computers. Because my home was in a remote area, I only went home once a semester. Except for the Spring Festival, I worked during holidays to earn tuition and ease the burden on my family. I brought my newly bought second-hand computer (because my major required a computer), but the school didn't allow installation and would deduct any issued computers. Without saying a word, Class Teacher Jiang announced on the podium: "Students who bring computers must take them back to my house. If they get lost, it's on me." At that time, as a student in a new environment far from home, I was undoubtedly deeply attracted to her.

My relationship with Ms. Jiang began during my sophomore year when we participated in the National Marketing Competition. Our group consisted of three people (two men and one woman). After qualifying for the preliminary rounds, we made it to the finals. It was incredibly difficult to create a complete marketing plan in less than two weeks. Because we couldn't discuss things promptly at school and it would disturb our classmates' rest late at night, the three of us followed Ms. Jiang's advice and moved to her house for better discussion and planning. Before moving in, the eldest brother in our dorm, still clinging to feudalistic ideas, said: "Fourth brother, you're the most promising one in our dorm. Make us proud and bring back a big prize from the national competition. If you don't win, at least get something from Ms. Jiang's house, right?" Then he gave me a knowing look. The second brother said: "Fourth brother, don't listen to that eldest brother. Focus on the competition, don't think about such nonsense. If you do get something, I'll handle it for you. How can I not stand up for you when you're in trouble, right?" Hahahaha. The second guy was like that—he'd start off serious, but once he got going, it was all trivial stuff. After I finished, everyone in the dorm started teasing me, basically accusing me of having some kind of relationship with Teacher Jiang. Although I said the competition was more important, deep down I thought if I really did have a relationship with Teacher Jiang, who cared about the competition?

The next day we moved into Teacher Jiang's house. She'd already vacated the room. It was a three-bedroom apartment; the two of us guys slept next to her, sharing a bed. The other girl slept in another room.

Teacher Jiang: Liu Ting, how's your plan going? Any ideas?

Me: No, now the competition requires us to re-target a different customer group, so all the previous work is basically wasted.

Guy A: Yeah, it's so complicated. Why not just re-evaluate it? And then cancel it?

Girl: Talking about this is useless. Let's discuss what to do next.

Teacher Jiang: Yes, you're right. The rules are fair to everyone. We start over, and everyone else starts over too, right? Don't let negative emotions get to you.

Me: Let's brainstorm first.

..............................Divider...........................Around 1 a.m., we finally reached a preliminary discussion on the target audience and corresponding sales channels. Teacher Jiang was only responsible for guidance and couldn't participate. After a quick shower, everyone agreed to go to bed.

I couldn't sleep because I felt uneasy. I felt that the target audience we had just discussed and the subsequent channels were somewhat disconnected. I'm a child from the countryside, and I haven't had many opportunities to prove myself in my life. This was one of the rare opportunities. I kept silently cheering myself on. Every time I went home and saw my dilapidated house and my parents, haggard from overwork, I always silently vowed that I would be successful in the future to repay my parents. I also wanted to give myself and my loved ones a good life. Poverty shouldn't last for generations.

At this moment, the light came on, and I turned to see Teacher Jiang. She was wearing a pink silk nightgown, her messy hair draped like satin behind her head, flowing down to her waist. She had rounded shoulders and a fair neck. With her movements, I could vaguely see the expansion of her chest. A slender waist and an elegant curve outlined the woman's beautiful hips, round and full—the very essence of a mature woman. Every part connected perfectly, not an inch less, not an inch more; graceful movements, a mature body. My God, in my twenty-odd years, though I've watched countless films in my dorm, I've never witnessed such a breathtaking scene in real life! My heart pounded uncontrollably, my hands trembling, unsure what to do. She approached, looking somewhat tired, her disheveled hair and languid demeanor making her even more alluring. Her breasts, moving with her breath, were faintly visible. For a moment, I almost lost control and pounced on her. So many dark nights had this scene flashed through my mind—the passionate young man, driven to madness by love. At that moment, I felt I could do anything for Teacher Jiang, even die.

"Liu Ting, you're still awake? Get some rest so you'll have the energy to keep going!"

"I...I'm going to sleep now, just checking to see if there are any mistakes in today's discussion. Professor, you should rest first." I immediately panicked at my rude behavior.

"Sigh, middle age brings many worries. My sleep hasn't been good lately," Professor Jiang said, sounding a little disappointed.

"Hey, I didn't realize you weren't feeling well, Professor. I always thought you were full of energy and worked diligently."

"Of course I have to be serious about my work, otherwise how will I live? "

"I still have my uncle, right?"

"Sigh, don't say that. It's better for women to be financially independent, so they don't end up neglected when their looks fade."

Because she'd spent so much time with university students, Professor Jiang's thinking was always very progressive, and we always had a lot to talk about. As the night deepened, melancholy crept in, and it was inevitable that the conversation would turn to relationships, especially among middle-aged women.

"He's been busy with work lately, and he doesn't call me much. I don't even know what he's up to."

"I don't know what he's up to, but he's definitely not having an affair. What woman would be worth him giving up Teacher Jiang for another? I'm not that stupid, not even him, haha." As the conversation deepened, I gradually relaxed, and so did Teacher Jiang. We both let go of our inhibitions and chatted freely.

"Which of you men isn't always thinking about what you don't have? Come, let me see what you've been up to." After saying that, Teacher Jiang took a bottle of water and sat down next to me. Instantly, a woman's unique fragrance wafted over. Teacher Jiang's exquisite figure looked even more perfect under the light. And I kept reminding myself, please, please don't do anything foolish.

"Oh, you've done quite a lot. Never mind, I'll look at it tomorrow. It'll hurt my eyes to look at it at night."

"Teacher Jiang, you should rest early. You've been busy all day and must be tired." I was afraid of doing something foolish and wanted to persuade Teacher Jiang to go back and end this situation early.

"Okay, you should get some rest too. I'm going to sleep, or I'll have dark circles under my eyes tomorrow."

"Okay, goodnight, teacher." I stood up and stretched.

Because of that stretch, my life became special, and because of that stretch, I fulfilled my long-cherished dream.

I stood up and stretched, and unfortunately, Teacher Jiang also stood up at the same time. My left hand touched her breast. I still remember the feeling of her nipple on the back of my hand. "She doesn't wear a bra," that was my first thought. Later I learned that not many women sleep in a bra. At that moment, apart from the dripping sound of the toilet, everything in the world seemed to stop. It took me a moment to react. My hand didn't retract, and my eyes were still fixed on Teacher Jiang's breasts. I wanted to run away, that was my thought at the time. I sat on the sofa, or rather, I slumped onto the sofa. I wanted to leave, but my legs wouldn't obey me. I turned my head away, not daring to look at her.

"I don't know what happened just now, Liu Ting, go to sleep."

"Hmm..."

I didn't dare look at her face at all. The dim light made it impossible to see her expression, but from her tone of voice, I could tell that the teacher wasn't blaming me. My thoughts were constantly, "I'm doomed, I'm doomed, I fucking did something bad." I wondered how I would face Teacher Jiang in the future? Would I still have the courage to look her in the eye? Could we still chat like normal? I don't know what my expression was like then, but it must have been like seeing the Grim Reaper, panicked and empty. Teacher Jiang sat down again and said in a voice as thin as a needle, "Really, it's nothing, don't think so much, okay? Go to sleep, don't just stand there."

I thought to myself, "Damn it, it's already like this, going back will only be awkward, might as well go for it. Damn, who's afraid of who?"

I turned my head and took the teacher's hand. She was immediately at a loss, completely not expecting me to do this.

"Teacher Jiang, I know this shouldn't be, but I really love you. From the first time I saw you, I really loved you. I've never had these feelings before, and I've never confessed to anyone. I don't know how to say it. I'm a village kid, and I've never dared to hope for love so early. But I've been trying, and my belief in trying is because of you. I want to repay you. Even if I'm not your husband, your man, I still want to be good to you. I really only want to be good to you. I don't know what I'm saying anymore, but I really, really like you. Teacher." "

Liu Ting..."

"Every day I wake up, I'm happy to see you; every day I work hard, I'm happy because you can witness all of this; I'm happy because I came to study alone in another city, but I found the motivation to move forward early on."

After saying that, I let go of her hand, got up, and wanted to go back to my room. The moment I finished speaking, I immediately cursed myself for being an idiot. What a fucking idiot! What's the use of saying all this? You're hopeless, Liu Ting, you're a fucking idiot.

"Liu Ting, can you listen to me for a moment?"

"Uh, well, please speak quickly, teacher." I sat back down, but at that moment, Teacher Jiang was like a fireball, making me feel unbearably hot, as if she were melting me. I wanted to leave, to escape.

"These past few years, I've been alone. I know my husband works very hard outside, so I've always told myself to be strong. But I'm a woman too, I can be vulnerable too. I'm not as strong as you all seem. I'm glad you can tell me what's on your mind, but I can't give you anything. I have a family, and I hope you can understand. I'm not the direction you should strive for; you should strive for yourself, that's what matters, silly child. I'm 20 years older than you, what are you striving for for me?" Teacher Jiang's voice trembled slightly. I knew this was when a woman's emotions were close to spiraling out of control.

"Teacher..." I kissed her without hesitation. Teacher Jiang was completely surprised, her hands frozen in mid-air, unsure whether to reject me or reciprocate, her eyes wide with astonishment. My tongue forcefully pried open her lips and entered her mouth. My tongue, like a slithering snake, roamed freely inside her mouth; my hands embraced Teacher Jiang, pulling her into my arms. She lay limp in my embrace, finally breaking down, her hands reaching through the darkness to tightly hug me from behind, her tongue meeting mine. Two people, two contradictory beings, finally erupted in the dimly lit living room.

"Teacher, I'm sorry, please forgive me," Teacher Jiang didn't answer, but instead hugged me even tighter. After saying this, I slowly moved my lips to hers again. This time, she didn't hesitate at all, responding with her own. Our lips touched lightly, then slowly parted, everything so tender, our eyes slightly closed, as if savoring the moment. When they touched again, our movements and breathing became intense, our tongues intertwining, each wanting to reach the deepest part of the other. So we frequently changed angles, her hands holding my head, while my hands attacked upwards from under her shirt. Because she wasn't wearing a bra, I easily grasped her breasts. Ms. Jiang's breasts were full and plump, white and tender, with nipples of moderate size and a pale, not overly dark, color; truly a feast for the eyes. When my right hand grasped her right breast, she let out a soft moan, her body trembling slightly. I moved away from her mouth and slowly shifted the focus to her ear and neck. This was the benefit of watching adult films for years; although I'd never done it myself, I was so familiar with it. The dim light and rapid breathing formed the main theme of the entire night.

"Teacher, you're so beautiful," I whispered in Ms. Jiang's ear, then gently licked her earlobe. Her body twisted slightly, her head involuntarily turning slightly. Seeing this, I bit her earlobe. She couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah," and her embrace tightened. I gently removed Ms. Jiang's alluring pink nightgown, and in the dim light, a body as white as mutton fat appeared before me. Beneath her swan-like white neck was a ripe body. Every part of Ms. Jiang's body was full and rounded, soft and smooth to the touch, as white and delicate as solidified cream. Her slightly protruding abdomen, though not as smooth as a young girl's, possessed a fullness that a young girl lacked. I buried my face in Ms. Jiang's chest, my tongue gently swirling around her left breast, while my right thumb and forefinger pinched her right breast. Ms. Jiang's breathing grew increasingly rapid, her hands sliding from my back to my head, gently caressing it; her head tilted back slightly, her eyes half-closed, her lips tightly pressed together, afraid to make a sound. At this moment, my little brother was like a trapped lion, struggling to break free of its cage.

"Ms. Jiang, I want it, please give it to me?" I leaned forward, meeting her eyes. My hands still held her full breasts, my thumbs irregularly touching her nipples. Ms. Jiang's eyes were glazed, her breathing rapid, and she remained silent. Silence meant she agreed, humph. My lips pressed against hers again, and this time Ms. Jiang received a passionate kiss. I could clearly feel her lips were wet. I increased the pressure with my right hand, squeezing her breasts. She tilted her head back, letting out a soft "ah," and our lips parted. I pulled her lips back to mine, and our tongues greedily intertwined once more.

"Let's go to my room, it's not safe here," Ms. Jiang finally spoke. I knew I had succeeded. In Ms. Jiang's room, I pushed her down onto the bed, pressing my body against hers and continuing to kiss her. My right hand moved down to her genitals.

"Oh my god, teacher, you're so wet!" "It's all because of you." The teacher was a little shy, her voice sounding like a young girl in love. "So, how do you want me to do it to you now?" "Liu Ting, are you doing this on purpose? Even after all this, you're still teasing me." "Tell me, how will the student understand if the teacher doesn't tell?" "I want..." "What do you want? Tell me, teacher, the student can't hear you." "I want your... big... penis." After saying that, she turned her head away. Hahaha, what I've wanted countless times, I finally got it. "Teacher, you're so naughty, but how could the student refuse the teacher's request?" I quickly took off my underwear, my hot penis erect, leaned down, and pulled down Teacher Jiang's lace underwear. Then, with my right hand holding my penis, I guided it to her wet vulva. The glans first touched her tender labia, soft and smooth. I held my penis, teasing and stroking the glans against her everted labia, arousing her intense desire. Her lower body trembled, she twisted and turned, her brow furrowed, her vagina itching unbearably as if bitten by insects. Her fingers gripped the blankets tightly. She had long forgotten the purity and integrity of a respectable woman and a teacher, only longing for a man's penis to penetrate her flesh as quickly as possible. Seeing her so unbearably itchy, I couldn't help but thrust my penis forward, the glans parting her labia and slowly penetrating the wet, tight crevice.

"Mmm, ah...mmm...good...mmm...big." "Teacher, what did you say? I can't hear you." I deliberately stopped, actually because I was about to ejaculate, experiencing this pleasure for the first time. “I said…you…you…you’re so bad. Hurry up, give it to me.” “Teacher, are you in such a hurry because you haven’t done it in a long time?” “You know he’s only been abroad a few times a year, and you still ask.” “Then how do you usually deal with it, teacher? Have you ever fantasized or masturbated?” “…” “Teacher, if you don’t tell me, I won’t go in, I’m leaving.” “No…” “Then……” “Usually…I really want to…but…I can’t…I don’t masturbate, but every time I want to, I get wet, it’s so uncomfortable. Liu Ting, hurry up and give it to me, I’m going crazy.” I didn’t know what to say in this situation. Desire is indeed the number one enemy of mankind. Originally, I was begging her, but now, because of lust, because of desire, I’ve driven her crazy, and now she’s begging me to do her. An unprecedented sense of satisfaction surged through my body. The woman I’ve been longing for day and night is finally begging me to do her under my crotch. I believe any man understands this feeling.

I felt that Teacher Jiang was truly a virtuous woman. Although she was middle-aged and had a son, her vagina, though not as tight as a young girl’s, still tightly bound my penis. My penis was fully inserted, reaching deep into her tender vagina. After exploring the depths of her vagina, I began to thrust in and out relentlessly. It was the first time Teacher Jiang had allowed a man other than her husband to insert his large penis into her vagina. Her beautiful eyes were half-closed, and her two plump, snow-white legs actively climbed onto my waist, intently savoring the shape and rhythm of my fresh penis.

"Teacher, it feels so good. At this moment, I feel like this is the biggest dream of my life. I never thought it would come true like this." "Ah...ah...mmm ah..." Teacher Jiang returned to that state, not responding. I think that subconsciously, she still retained the chastity of a teacher or a respectable woman, unable to resist her desires, yet her subconscious wouldn't allow her to do this. Her brows furrowed, she moaned softly, her labia tightly gripping my large penis. The feeling of my penis filling her vagina was so fulfilling, so swollen, so full. Her eyes were half-closed, her cherry lips slightly parted, a picture of ecstasy. In this situation, I couldn't control the urge to ejaculate again, but as a man, it would be incredibly embarrassing to ejaculate so quickly, so I stopped. "Teacher, how do you feel? It's my first time, I don't really know." Like all virgins, I was completely inexperienced, afraid of making a mistake, and repeatedly tried only one position, hoping to win her applause with my superior stamina. But my excellent stamina was completely useless here; I kept wanting to ejaculate. Later, I realized that for a virgin to be like me back then was already quite impressive. "I... ah... umm... ah ah ah, you... you. Don't... ah ah... ask me... uh... uh." "How do I compare to your husband?" "You... you... ah ah... good... umm bad. Ah..." Teacher Jiang's moans were absolutely top-notch. She wasn't like the exaggerated, artificial moans in those Japanese adult films; that was acting. Teacher Jiang's moans weren't loud, but they were accompanied by slight, rapid breathing, and her realistically distorted facial expressions were enough to drive any man crazy. She was the most perfect one I'd ever had in all these years. So much so that I always felt that my girlfriend was like an artist compared to a clumsy extra. "Tell me, teacher, what's the big deal?" "Now you... ah... um... are... better..." Hahaha, I was satisfied and thrust into the teacher's vagina again with great force. "Teacher, you're such a beauty, what man could stay with you for two years without dying from exhaustion?" "Oily... ah... ah, slippery mouth... um... tongue..." We were both trying to control our volume, afraid it would reach the two rooms next door and cause a big commotion. But within our comprehension, the bed creaked under my thrusts, and several times we had to stop because the bed was shaking too loudly. The two labia of the teacher's vagina were as sexy as the cherry lips on her pink face, clamping and sucking on my glans, the pleasure of the sucking spreading throughout my body, making me ecstatic.

“Teacher Jiang, your pussy is so amazing! It feels so good! Every time I try to pull out, you suck it back in. Is this what they call the ‘penis suction technique’? Haha.” “You… good… ah. Good… ah ah, I hate it. Hmm… ah ah, just… say… these… ah… teasing… hmm ah… ah, I… hmm ah…” Hearing the teacher blush like a young girl, I not only sped up my thrusts and pounded her flower, but Teacher Jiang was so stimulated that her whole body went numb. She gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, her fair pink buttocks twisting and thrusting upwards, making her pussy even more prominent to meet my big cock's thrusts. She moaned rapidly with pleasure, her full, fair breasts bouncing and shaking like fleshy balls. She gasped for breath, sweating profusely, and cried out in a lewd manner, “Teacher… ah… I like… you… ah ah… like this.” “How is it?” I pretended to be stupid and teased her. "I like it... ah... ah you... hard... thrust into me... ah ah..." The more beautiful a woman is, the more thirsty and wanton she becomes when her passion is aroused. Zhang Hong's wanton screams and her seductive and alluring expression stimulated my primal wildness. My lust intensified, my penis swelled, and I gripped her round, snow-white calves tightly. I no longer cared about being gentle and considerate, and I thrust into her mercilessly. My glans hit her clitoris like raindrops. I held the woman tightly, my chest pressing against her high, firm breasts, which felt soft yet firm, incredibly elastic. My large penis felt wonderfully comfortable inside her warm, tight vagina. My desire burned fiercely, and I thrust in and out with powerful, forceful strokes, each one penetrating her deeply, making her tremble wildly. She opened and closed her mouth, licking the head of my penis. She was so comfortable that her eyes were half-closed, her face flushed, and she was covered in fragrant sweat. Her arms and legs clung tightly to my waist like an octopus, pressing desperately against my buttocks while arching her back, making her vagina grip my penis tightly, leaving no room for anything else. Without leaving a gap, she felt my huge penis was like a red-hot stick, the fullness deep inside her was something she had never experienced before, a hundred or a thousand times better than what her husband gave her. She forgot her shame, abandoned her restraint, and moaned wantonly. I attacked with all my might, my glans slamming into her clitoris with every thrust, each stroke penetrating to the very bottom, each time reaching her flesh. Teacher Jiang wrapped her arms and legs even tighter, her plump buttocks thrusting wildly to match my fierce thrusts, feeling so comfortable that her eyes were glazed with desire, she was in ecstasy, her soul adrift, drenched in fragrant sweat, panting heavily, and her juices gushing out.

"Ah... Teacher, I can't hold back anymore, ah. ah." Although I was a virgin, I knew I couldn't ejaculate there, so I pulled out. I placed it above Teacher Jiang's vagina and ejaculated all over her stomach. Ms. Jiang was panting heavily, her breath coming in gasps as she lay face down on the bed, lost in ecstasy. I lay on her beautiful back, my vagina feeling like parched land suddenly irrigated by rain. I pressed myself tightly against her back, whispering sweet nothings as we made love, both of us reaching the peak of passion. We held each other tightly, our legs intertwined, our lips locked in a passionate kiss, trembling as we quietly savored the most beautiful peak of desire.

"I'll go now, teacher." "Still calling me teacher? From now on, just call me sister in private." "Can I call you wife?" I shamelessly asked her. "Oh, I really didn't realize you were so smooth-talking, Liu Ting." "Didn't I say it depends on the person?" "Alright, enough chit-chat, go on. I'll tidy up too, be careful." "Okay, goodnight." I pinched her breast again, which drew another curse. Haha. I tiptoed back to my room and saw that my classmate was still fast asleep. I called him softly a few times, but there was no response. I was secretly pleased and went to bed as well.

When I woke up the next day, last night felt like a dream. If it weren't for the teacher's ambiguous gaze while I was eating breakfast in the kitchen, I wouldn't have believed that everything that happened last night was real. After finishing breakfast early, we went back to our discussion. But my mind just couldn't get back into the plan; all I wanted was to have sex with Teacher Jiang again. Finally, after a fierce internal struggle, I went to the bathroom... "Teacher Jiang, come in for a second. Which toilet cleaner do you use?" I called out to Teacher Jiang from the bathroom.

"You two discuss this. I'll go help Liu Ting and be right back."

As soon as Teacher Jiang opened the door, I pulled her in, hugged her, and said, "Teacher, you've run into a bad guy."

"Oh, you little devil, playing this game with me. What's wrong?"

"It's looking for you," I pointed to my already hard penis.

"Are you kidding me? They're still outside!"

"I don't care about that, I'm going to have sex with you." Saying that, I pulled down my pants, grabbed Teacher Jiang's hand, and started rubbing my penis. One hand started to wander and touch Teacher Jiang's large breasts. She was startled at first, then removed me from her chest. "It'll mess up your clothes. It'll be easier to fix later, but it'll be harder if it takes too long."

"Haha, thank you, teacher! Why did you put it in such a corner?" I shouted loudly, deliberately letting them hear so the two classmates wouldn't suspect anything.

"Never mind, you're so clumsy. I'll help you. Let's hurry up and go outside to discuss it," Teacher Jiang echoed, and then we exchanged a knowing smile.

"Teacher, you really have to help me! Hurry up and let's go outside to discuss it, hahaha!" I deliberately emphasized "help" and "hurry up." Teacher Jiang glared at me and then squatted down.

"Did you wash it?"

"I washed it a long time ago. I used almost a whole bottle of shower gel to get it clean."

"Why are you so cheeky? Don't do it again."

After saying that, her right hand started stroking my penis. I turned on the tap to cover up the noise. The teacher fiddled with it for a few moments, then looked at it and said, "You little rascal, that thing is really quite big, and..."

"And what?" I was completely confused. "It's warm..."

Hearing this, I couldn't help but tremble. It was so cute. Like a young girl, my whole body was filled with passion. I really wanted to be with Teacher Jiang, I really did. At that time, I really wanted to be with her, without any impure thoughts. While I was still lost in my fantasy, she took my penis into her mouth and began to move it up and down. The teacher's small mouth was filled with my penis, and perhaps because of the discomfort, her expression was a little strained, her eyes slightly narrowed, her expression very moving. I thought it was the so-called male desire to conquer, the more pain the woman under me looked, the more accomplished I felt. My passion reached its peak, and I held the back of Teacher Jiang's head with both hands, constantly pushing it towards my penis, her lower body responding to my hands like during sex. Perhaps because of the discomfort, Teacher Jiang made "mmmmmmm" sounds, and this feeling made me feel like I was floating on air, even better than when I had sex with her that day. The goddess I've longed for, the woman who haunts my dreams, is now beneath me, sucking my penis, being relentlessly ravaged by me. Her pained expression only fuels my lust. I immediately went deep throat, her warm mouth taking in a large portion of my shaft. Instead of using my mouth to manipulate it, I licked it with my tongue, accompanied by powerful sucking, sending waves of pleasure through me. How could I possibly resist? Such vigorous sucking would surely make me ejaculate in no time. So I quickly pulled my penis out of her mouth to catch my breath. I didn't want this journey to end so soon.

"Ms. Jiang, is my penis tasty?" I asked her with a lewd smile.

"Ah, stop joking, hurry up, I'm getting worried for you. There are people outside, and you still have the mind to play?"

"It's alright, teacher. It's a rare opportunity to have some fun. I really want to suck you like this for the rest of my life."

"If you say that again, I'm leaving." Teacher Jiang was clearly a little angry, probably because she was anxious. If the students outside knew that she, who was usually so dignified

, also had such a lewd side, what would happen? "Okay, you said it, then I won't be polite." I shoved my penis back into her mouth. I was a little angry after what she said. Where was my tenderness at this moment? I forcefully pushed her head against my penis and gave her a deep throat.

"Mmm...you...you go slower." "Liu Ting...slow down." "Teacher, didn't you say hurry up? I'll hurry up." I pulled my penis out again. "Cough cough cough, I feel like throwing up. You went in too deep. I feel a little uncomfortable." Looking at her slightly messy hair, saliva overflowed from her mouth and slowly dripped down her chin. Her delicate face was instantly ruined by my actions.

"I really don't understand you men, what's so comfortable about this? I'm definitely not comfortable," Ms. Jiang complained, wiping the semen from her mouth.

"I don't understand either, I just feel good, hehehe." Having gotten my way, I didn't want to argue anymore. I'd already had my fun, hadn't I? Hahaha. My hands slipped down her collar again, but she immediately shook them off.

"Don't push your luck, Liu Ting."

"Yes, ma'am."

"I can't do anything with you."

.................................. A few minutes later, after we came out of the bathroom, I deliberately rolled up my jeans (who would have thought this would be fashionable 5 years later) to pretend they were wet. "Teacher, I'm so sorry to trouble you with everything," I said, reverting to my student-guest persona. "I did

n't realize you weren't embarrassed, Liu Ting. Let's discuss the assignment," Ms. Jiang grumbled as she finally settled down to discuss the strategy.

In the following days, whenever I had the chance, I made love to Ms. Jiang—in the bathroom, in the living room, in the bedroom, on the balcony. Even if it was just ten minutes, we'd do it. In the end, we came in second place in the competition, but it didn't matter to me anymore; my gains were far greater. At school, whenever no one was around, I'd take the opportunity to touch her breasts or have her give me oral sex. Once, in the office, she asked me to stay and help her organize her course materials. We had sex twice there during lunchtime, and I made her swallow all my semen. I asked her what it tasted like, and she said, "Try it yourself." She said it was a little sour and didn't taste very good.

My relationship with Ms. Jiang lasted for almost a year. Later, due to the economic crisis, her husband returned to work in China. One time, after we finished, Ms. Jiang told me she wanted to end the relationship because she had her own family and life, and if things continued like this, she would be found out sooner or later. I couldn't help it. I always felt it was wrong and would ruin her. But as mentioned before, humans are often powerless against desire. Like masturbation, you know it's wrong, but you still do it. Afterward, you say it's the last time. But every time... Later, I graduated, spent four years in Beijing, failed in my business venture with a friend, and returned to my hometown in 2011 to get married and start a small business. Although I had more romantic encounters and sex, none of them were as profound as this. Some things, for a man, are meant to last a lifetime...

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