[The English teacher provides ample nourishment]

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My English teacher in college was around 30 years old, a typical young married woman with a pair of proud breasts that,

although slightly sagging, were still quite firm. Especially her smooth, rounded buttocks—the

kind of place every man longed to penetrate.
I couldn't resist the allure of her voluptuous body. Every English class became a space for my fantasies.

Watching her focused expression, afraid others would discover my motives, I could only occasionally glance at her most prominent

parts: her 34-inch breasts, tightly encased in a white bra, jiggling with her movements;

and her prominent pubic area beneath her trousers, exuding the charm of a mature woman.
Seeing this, my little brother began to rebel. I kept adjusting my posture to conceal my throbbing

member, but it seemed she was deliberately trying to provoke me. At that moment, she bent down to pick up some chalk, her entire plump buttocks thrusting out

directly towards me. Sitting in the first row of the classroom, I observed my teacher's buttocks so closely—the smooth, round

shape , the deep cleft extending to her mound.
My throbbing penis finally erupted, shooting towards her. Fortunately, my classmates were all listening to the lecture and didn't notice my

embarrassing situation. I barely managed to hold on until the end of class and hurriedly went to the restroom to clean up.
From then on, I became obsessed with my teacher's body. Every time I masturbated, she was my object. I imagined

roughly penetrating her vagina from behind, squeezing and kneading her breasts with my hands, and finally ejaculating my hot semen into

her uterus.
I longed to have sex with her, and as this thought grew stronger, an opportunity slowly approached.
She became pregnant in the second semester of her freshman year, which could be

seen A little life was developing in her uterus.
The following summer, she gave birth to twins.
"No wonder her breasts and belly were so big when she was pregnant. I wonder

what her husband did to her vagina to make her pregnant. I have to see it. That slut is so alluring!" I imagined what she would look like after giving birth

.
She finally came to class. Perhaps because she had taken good postpartum care, her body hadn't changed at all. Instead, she was

even more her breasts, which were enormous from breastfeeding, were even more alluring.
Because she was wearing very light clothing in the summer, sitting in the first row, I could even see her nipples faintly.
"Ah, they're wet. I noticed that her nipples were secreting milk, wetting a patch of her chest." I

was surprised to find that I had spent the entire evening class staring at her breasts, using her milk to soothe my little brother.

"Ah...ah! Ah..." I couldn't help but make sounds.
After class, all the other students left, leaving me alone on the entire floor. I vaguely heard

the school janitor locking the main gate downstairs. At that moment, all I could think about was my English teacher's body. I rushed to the restroom,

thinking that only there could I temporarily relieve my desire.
I pushed open the door, and the scene before me stunned me. My English teacher was standing next to the sink, her top unbuttoned

, revealing her breasts. She took

one breast out of her white lace bra and squeezed it forcefully, the milk spraying into the sink in small jets.
I then realized that because I had rushed to the women's restroom, the English teacher might have felt the pain

in her breasts , which explained why I had witnessed her expressing milk.
I couldn't let this opportunity pass, so I returned to the classroom to search for some tools. Just then, I heard the faint sound of a baby crying coming from

the next teachers' duty room. It turned out she had brought her several-month-old baby to class;

perhaps it was her turn to be on duty, and she was worried about her baby at home.
With my plan in mind, I went to the bed in the duty room and saw two babies

crying . I tried to make them cry even louder to disturb the mother who was expressing milk in the restroom. Sure enough, I heard

hurried footsteps in the corridor. I quickly hid behind the door.
As soon as she stepped into the room, I locked the door as fast as I could and moved to the bedside,

grabbing each baby's delicate neck with both hands.
The children's mother was startled by the sudden scene and was about to rush over when I increased the force of my movements. The babies

cried even harder, and she collapsed to the ground, screaming, "What are you doing?"
"What am I doing? It's your big breasts that forced me to do this, ha...ha!" After saying that, I silently

watched her body, knowing that her psychological defenses were about to collapse.
She cried out to me, "Please, don't hurt my children! I'm your teacher! I'll

agree to anything, just let them go! Please!"
"Okay, tie yourself up with the telephone cord, quick!" I shouted.
She seemed to realize the consequences she was facing, but looking at the crying children under my control, her eyes were filled with

despair, and her hands began to move. After she tied herself to the chair, I slowly removed my hands, and

the two babies, exhausted from crying, fell asleep.
I approached the English teacher: "Look! Your little babies are sleeping so soundly. Let's not wake them

! I hate being disturbed. If anyone bothers me, I'll make them sleep forever!"
"Haha...haha..." I laughed wildly, my trembling hands beginning to roam over the teacher's body. She

understood what I meant, and her body, which had initially resisted slightly, now submitted to my manipulation.
I stripped off her clothes, unhooked her bra, and her pair of high, firm breasts were fully exposed

before . I then added two telephone wires to the top and bottom of her breasts to make them even more prominent.
At this moment, I untied her hands and said to her, "Now, give me milk like you're breastfeeding your child!"
She cupped her right breast with her hand, pinched the rosy nipple between her middle and index fingers, and tried her best to bring it to my mouth.
I couldn't wait to suckle the teacher's nipple, and at the same time, my hand reached down and squeezed. Before I could even suckle, a stream of

sweet milk sprayed into my mouth. I suckled her milk passionately until I had

emptied one of her breasts.
Under my forceful sucking, she began to react. The English teacher started moaning softly, completely

abandoning the constraints of morality, uttering indistinct words: "Suck harder! Ah...

ah...so good!"
She began to cooperate by squeezing her large breasts with my hands, which further aroused my desire. I pulled my already aroused

penis out of my underwear, aimed it at her already soaking wet lower body, and roughly thrust it inside.

My brother and I worked in perfect harmony, making her moan loudly!
I left her already dry right breast and attacked her still-abundant left breast,

lying on her body like a baby, suckling passionately.
Just then, her phone rang; it was her husband calling. I was roughly having sex with her while

handing her the phone, and she impatiently said into the phone, "Don't bother me, I'm

breastfeeding !" She continued to express milk for me, saying not to worry about the children, that they were full!
I finally felt like ejaculating, so I pulled out my large penis, covered in her vaginal fluid, and said to her, "You've given me

so much milk, so I'll let you taste my semen!" After saying that, I gave her all my gratitude

, and she drank all my semen, even licking the remaining fluid from my penis clean.
Her licking made me suddenly feel the urge to urinate. I was about to pull away from her mouth, but she held on tightly,

saying , "Good student, let your teacher's mouth help you pee!"
That slut! Before I even exerted myself, the English teacher sucked the urine out with her mouth, and I ejaculated into

it.
And so, the English teacher became my sex slave. Every day, my breakfast changed from milk to her breast

milk until she weaned. She produced milk for the three of us at the same time, which was a bit of a shortage, but she always satisfied

me first, saying it was because my sucking technique was the best!
[The End
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