[Those Years, My Beloved Teacher] (Chapter Twelve)

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Chapter Twelve
The thought of the warm, moist sensation of my teacher's tender orifice filled me with excitement. I didn't know
what had possessed me to break my promise and thrust inside. Although I didn't ejaculate in the end
, and although my teacher didn't hold it against me afterward and forgave me, telling me very seriously that I absolutely couldn't repeat
it, my desires had become even harder to control since my teacher became more and more open. I really couldn't guarantee that I
could do it.
Maybe I still had a chance to go in again. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but chuckle wickedly
.
"Smack!"
A loud sound. Just as I was imagining the wonderful future in my mind, I was slapped hard on the head.
I shook my head, looking annoyed, and said,
"Sister Ya, what's wrong? It hurts!"
It wasn't that I was weak, but because Sister Ya was an athlete, her grip was really strong. I couldn't
help but wonder if she was hitting my head like a ball; it really hurt.
"Are you eating or not? What are you grinning about?"
"No, don't talk nonsense."
Of course, I couldn't tell her that I had just been fantasizing about her older sister, nor could I tell her that I had just
penetrated her vagina at her sister's house.
"Yes, and your laughter is disgusting."
At this moment, Sister Ni also quietly chimed in from the side.
"No, don't make things worse."
The three of them started arguing like this. I was really a bit powerless. It seems I need to be more careful in the future, or they'll
think I'm an idiot for laughing like a fool by myself.
"Alright, stop arguing and eat."
The teacher sitting next to me, who had been watching our argument silently, finally spoke up, stopping our
quarrel. We reluctantly stopped eating. However, my teacher, who knew me well, definitely knew
what I had been laughing about. The thought of my disobedient insertion into her, that swollen feeling, still made her blush. She
couldn't help but angrily reach under the table and pinch my waist with her slender, beautiful fingers.
The pain of that pinch was no less than the hot pot I had just been hit with; I gritted my teeth, afraid to make a sound. Fortunately,
my sister and the others were sitting opposite us, their attention completely drawn to the program on TV, and they couldn't see
our little antics under the table.
The teacher must have known what I was thinking to punish me like that. My pleading eyes
drifted towards her, hoping she would forgive me. Seeing my pleas, she rolled her eyes at me with a seductive gaze, slowly
releasing her grip.
That glance was truly electrifying; a current of electricity flowed from her eyes, sending shivers down my spine, and my
penis instantly regained its virility. Seeing that Ni and the others were focused on the television, my lust surged, and I grabbed the teacher's
delicate left hand, pressing it against my already erect penis.
The teacher, surprised by my actions, tried to pull her hand away in a fluster, but I
held it tightly. She glanced at Ni and the others, gesturing for me to be present and not to act recklessly. But I ignored her completely
, instead forcefully grabbing her hand and starting to stroke it up and down through my pants. This made her even more anxious
, but she was helpless.
Her hand kept rubbing against the outside of my pants, which wasn't satisfying enough through them; luckily, I was wearing basketball
shorts. I grabbed her hand and slipped it inside her wide pants, pulling aside her underwear and directly grasping my penis, slowly stroking
it. The direct contact of flesh felt incredibly good; her full fingertips pressed against the base of my penis, stroking it with immense pleasure
, almost making me groan. While I was stroking my erect penis with her hand on, I discussed 　　the funny and interesting jokes from
the show with Sister Ni and Sister Ya .
Having already tasted the sweetness of meat, such caresses were merely an appetizer, utterly
unsatisfying. I glanced at the teacher; her breathing quickened, and her other hand couldn't help but slip
under her skirt, rubbing against her underwear. At this point, I no longer cared that Sister Ya and the others were present. I looked at the teacher and
gestured towards the kitchen with my chin. Perhaps it was the first time the teacher had done such an obscene thing in front of her family, experiencing a strange
pleasure, and she couldn't quite handle it, nodding.
"Are you full? Then we should clean up."
The teacher asked Sister Ya and the others.
"Okay, sure."
"Then I'll help."
I volunteered to help clear the dishes, being careful not to let them notice the large swelling below.
"Thanks, I'll treat you to something next time."
Seeing I wanted to help, Sister Ni sat down again.
As we went into the kitchen, we tossed the dishes into the sink and immediately began kissing.
Perhaps it was the first time we'd been in public like this, the possibility of being discovered
made us both very excited. Our lips and tongues intertwined, our saliva mingled, and our hands roamed over each other's bodies.
We kissed until we were almost breathless before finally separating.
Seeing the teacher's once neatly combed hair now
slightly disheveled from the passionate kiss, strands falling across her flushed, fair face, and her large breasts heaving under her tight top, the sight was
mesmerizing. I couldn't resist reaching out to strip her naked and pamper her.
"No, they're still outside,"
the teacher said, still concerned about her friends being outside. She didn't want to be caught off guard. I had to abandon
my tempting thoughts, lifting her onto the counter, lifting her clothes without
removing her red lace bra, and pulling it up to grasp her large breasts, alternating between hands, while my mouth tirelessly
licked them.
After drinking most of the breast milk, I pulled my basketball shorts down to my knees, revealing my hard, dark penis
, standing erect and pointing straight at the teacher. I lifted my knee-length skirt and took off my red lace bra
, the same style as my bra, the bottom already damp. I showed it to the teacher, who punched me in embarrassment. I moved
the head of my penis to the teacher's labia, wanting to thrust it in all at once, but the teacher grabbed it with one hand.
"I told you, no."
The gentle voice, though full of feminine charm, held a hint of firmness. I had no choice but to give up
and thrust hard into my second target—the teacher's little chrysanthemum.
"Hoo."
We both exhaled with satisfaction, and I began to thrust violently. The powerful impact made the teacher unable
to hold back her moans. She quickly grabbed the panties I had just removed and put them in her mouth, but
soft moans still occasionally escaped from her tightly clenched lips.
With each thrust, the teacher's legs wrapped tightly around my waist, her long, beautiful hair thrashing wildly with each penetration
. Her hands couldn't help but reach for her empty flower-like opening, probing and teasing like a woman long thirsty for pleasure, hoping only to
attain sexual gratification. I thrust rapidly, lowering my head to bite down on her pulsating breast, sucking the
ever-flowing milk to replenish the energy depleted by my vigorous activity. I grew more and more vigorous, like a valiant
warrior ready to defeat the enemy before me.
"Kun, could you get me a drink?"
Sister Ya's sudden voice startled me, a little frightened, as I was rising and falling on top of the teacher. Look at
us now. We're only wearing shirts, my pants pulled down to my knees, my erect penis inserted into my teacher
's tender anus, my mouth sucking on her nipple, a drop of breast milk dripping from my lips onto her flat, white
belly. My teacher's hair is disheveled, her hands are inside her vagina, moving in and out,
a pair of panties in her mouth, and her legs are wrapped around my waist. This lewd sight—if I said we were innocent,
I don't think anyone would believe me.
Afraid that Sister Ya would come in if I didn't respond, I quickly replied,
"Okay, but wait until I finish cleaning up these dishes."
"Oh, hurry up, Ni wants a drink too."
"Okay."
Finally, I breathed a sigh of relief, thankful I hadn't been found out. Looking at
the teacher beneath me, who also seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, I continued. Strangely enough, this near-being caught in the act didn't
diminish our desire; instead, it fueled our passion even more. Our lust intensified, our nerves seemed more sensitive, and the stimulation
was even greater. This made me wonder if we were acting strangely, so excited.
The teacher's delicate cheeks were flushed, beads of sweat trickled down her small nose, her breathing was rapid, and
her eyes were hazy, making me want to cherish her. The pleasure kept building, and I made my final sprint, preparing
to ejaculate my third load of the day inside her. Seeing me like this, the teacher knew I was about to climax, and that she was close to reaching her own
. She twisted her slender waist rapidly, wanting to reach that peak of pleasure with me.
"Crack."
The sound of the iron gate opening was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Hearing this sound, we both
trembled, reaching our climax and achieving satisfaction.
"Little Qianqian, you're back!"
It was the teacher's mother, who was carrying Little Qianqian for a walk, who entered the house. The grandmother and granddaughter were
warmly welcomed by Sister Ni and Sister Ya as soon as they stepped inside, happily joining her for playful banter. I
came out of the kitchen with three drinks, gave them to the three of them, and then went over to play with Little Qianqian.
"Oh, did you miss me? Little Qianqian."
As we teased her, the teacher also straightened her clothes and came out. Although her cheeks were a little red, she seemed
to have recovered. They came over and joined us in teasing the child. Joyful laughter 　　 echoed 　　 from
the living room, adding a touch of vibrancy to 　　the 　　 otherwise 　　dull 　　night 　　.
**********
... 　　 Feeling quite annoyed after being hit, I asked him helplessly, 　　 "Hey, how are things going with your girlfriend?" 　　 When men hang out together, the only thing they have in common is women. Because we lived in the same dorm, 　　after getting to know each other, we felt like we'd known each other forever, and even had the urge to become sworn brothers. We 　　shared all sorts of resources with each other, all kinds of "spiritual nourishment"—comics, videos, websites, magazines—we'd introduce each other, exchange 　　them, and even once accomplished the feat of masturbating in the same dorm room, of course, each of us 　　watching porn on our own computers. 　　 We can talk about anything when it comes to women. Because he has a girlfriend, and I 　　can't let him know about my relationship with the teacher, he always assumes I'm a virgin 　　. Having already slept with his girlfriend gives him an infuriating sense of superiority in my eyes, and he often brags about his 　　intimate moments with her, all for one purpose: to make me envious. 　　 "Haha, let me tell you, we just went to the beach for some outdoor sex the other day! It was fucking exciting!" 　　 "Pfft." 　　 I was drinking water when he gave me such a provocative answer, leaving me stunned. 　　I know his girlfriend too; she's petite, speaks softly, and seems like a sweet, innocent girl. I never expected her 　　to do something so daring; it was completely unexpected. 　　 "Really?! She said yes?" 　　 "Of course it's true! You have no idea how much effort I put into convincing her. I finally managed 　　to find a secluded spot on the beach before she agreed." 　　 "Oh my god, seeing how obedient she was, I can't believe she said yes." 　　 "Hey, you don't know, she's even more uninhibited outside! You don't know, she became super tight, and super..."

"She's 　　so sensitive, she climaxed the moment I penetrated her, almost making me ejaculate right away. Luckily, I'm naturally gifted and
well-trained, which is why I was able to make her scream." "I believe she enjoyed it, but you're definitely not that good." 　　 "I'm talking nonsense. I tried the invincible little cannon that everyone knows about." 　　 "..." 　　 And so, the pointless conversation continued back and forth. But hearing this guy describe the 　　pleasures of outdoor sex so vividly made me very curious about what it felt like, and I also longed 　　to try it myself. 　　 Lost in thought, a good idea popped into my head. Sometimes inspiration just strikes out of 　　 nowhere 　　, unstoppable. This idea was so wicked it made me feel like a 　　 complete 　　 idiot 　　. 　　********** 　　 ... 　　 My teacher's husband is the principal of a junior high school, but he doesn't teach at the same school as me. Because of his job 　　, he often travels to different places for work, frequently away from home for ten days or half a month at a time. This has given me and my teacher 　　many opportunities to meet. To be honest, my teacher's husband is a very good person. Although he's not very tall, he has a 　　very kind personality. After we got to know each other, he treated me like a younger brother, taking great care of me. Although 　　we don't see each other often because of his frequent business trips, whenever we do meet, he asks 　　how I'm doing, if I've encountered any problems, and gives me advice. This advice is based on his life experience, and 　　I've truly benefited from it. 　　 Perhaps it's because of his kindness that my teacher chose him. He cared for me so sincerely, yet I 　　had an affair with his wife. The guilt lashed at my conscience. How could I 　　have such a good relationship with his wife? How could I face him? But I couldn't give up on my teacher. So, against 　　my conscience, I silently told him, 　　 "I'll take good care of him while you're away." 　　 "Haha, you've got it! Good job. Bring it over another day so I can have it appraised." 　　 Hearing my affirmative answer, he patted my shoulder happily, his face beaming with "You're great!" which 　　made me feel a little embarrassed. 　　 "Does this even need an appraisal? You're already married to her, and you two have a daughter. You must be 　　doing very well." 　　 Of course, I couldn't tell him what I was really thinking, so I could only force a smile and nod in agreement. 　　 "Okay, I'll definitely bring it to you when I have the chance." 　　 At this moment, my husband looked up at my teacher, who was playing with little Qianqian at the dining table and hadn't noticed 　　us. With an expression that every man understands, he whispered to me, 　　 "By the way, could you give me some of that lately?" 　　 This is what my husband did for my teacher. Because we were often separated, our married life must not be fulfilling 　　. He had desires that he couldn't satisfy, but he wouldn't go out and mess around. After becoming familiar with my mentor's husband, we inadvertently 　　touched upon this topic during a conversation. Understanding his predicament, and feeling guilty, I 　　deliberately mentioned in a subsequent chat that I had many "good things"—a point any man would understand. 　　 Sex is indeed the best conversation topic among men, and this certainly piqued my mentor's interest. He told me that because he 　　didn't want to betray his mentor, he always took care of things himself. Since I had so many "good things," he wanted to borrow them 　　to observe, and out of guilt, I naturally agreed. From then on, our conversations included discussions about 　　the acting skills of various actresses. 　　 I also gave a lewd smile, and seeing that my mentor hadn't noticed, I pulled out a DVD and 　　mysteriously said to my mentor's husband, 　　 "Yeah, this time I found a really great beauty, hehe." 　　 Hearing this, my mentor's husband looked pleased, patted my shoulder, and praised my 　　efforts. 　　 "Good job! I'll look forward to it. But you should also exercise some restraint. Now that you have a girlfriend, 　　you should treat her well." 　　 Seeing 　　 my husband's earnest advice, I could only nod, indicating that I understood and that 　　I would restrain myself. However, my husband 　　had no idea 　　that my wicked 　　 plan was already underway. 　　**************** 　　 ... 　　 As the sweltering heat of May arrived, it was time for another photoshoot. This time, the location was chosen to be my teacher 　　's parents' house. There was a reason for this choice. I told my teacher that we were changing locations because my sisters Ni and 　　Ya were traveling with my teacher's mother and little Qianqian, and my teacher's husband wasn't there either. We were getting 　　tired of taking photos at my teacher's house and wanted a change of scenery to add some excitement. My teacher thought about it and 　　agreed to our request to shoot at her parents' house. 　　 Entering her parents' house, the usual cheerful laughter was somewhat quiet because they weren't there. However, 　　this was the perfect opportunity to persuade my teacher to do an outdoor shoot. After setting up the equipment in the living room, I pulled my teacher onto the sofa 　　to look at some sample photos online—of course, all from adult websites. We've gotten used to doing this before filming 　　because it makes it easier for us to get into the mood for taking pictures, and it also helps the teacher relax and 　　not be shy about posing.

Looking at the photos on the website, my basketball shorts were already showing a large bulge. The teacher, seeing the
pictures, became a little aroused herself. She touched my firm, bulging breasts, kissed my cheek, and
with a flirtatious look in her almond-shaped eyes, said in an ambiguous tone,
"How about it? Shall we begin?"
Seeing that the teacher was already aroused, I picked up my camera and started taking pictures of her.
Today's theme was "Homebody Beauty," so the teacher was wearing her usual clothes: a simple t-shirt and
a plain knee-length skirt, with a light blue cardigan over it—just
like any other woman you'd see on the street, simple yet dignified. As for what she wore underneath, that was anyone's guess.
As we were taking photos, it seemed like it would be time for the adult version next, but I didn't continue.
Instead, I said to the teacher,
"Teacher, the weather's nice outside, how about we go outside and take some photos?"
This was why I chose to take photos at the teacher's parents' house—there was a simple little courtyard
surrounded by high walls, and no tall buildings nearby, so it was safe. If others
saw anything of the teacher's, I'd be in big trouble. I just wanted to enjoy the thrill of exposure, not to have the teacher
humiliated.
"This… isn't that a bit inappropriate?"
Hearing me say that, the teacher seemed hesitant, as if she wanted to refuse.
"Teacher, let's give it a try. It's strange that you're only shooting indoors. There should be some outdoor
photos too. I promise I'll only take normal photos."
I encouraged her enthusiastically, hoping she would relax and try outdoor photography.
"Okay, let's try it."
Hearing her agreement, I eagerly pulled her into the courtyard and started shooting. At first, she
was a little reserved, her body stiff. Perhaps all first outdoor shoots are like that, but with my repeated
encouragement and praise, she gradually opened up, and her poses became more and more natural. In my mind
, although she was just wearing ordinary home clothes, the photos taken this time
were in no way inferior to her previous nude art photos. After I put down the camera, the teacher seemed quite enthusiastic. I immediately 　　showed her
the photos I had just taken. She nodded as she looked at them, clearly very satisfied. She even discussed with me what 　　poses we could use, and immediately struck a pose for me to take. Seeing her delighted expression, it seemed the 　　first step was a success. I immediately wanted to suggest taking some different kinds of photos. 　　 "Teacher, I want to..." 　　 "Do you want me to take off my clothes and let you photograph me like those women I saw on the website? 　　Am I right?" 　　 Before I could finish my request, the teacher interrupted me, saying what I was about to say 　　. She then looked at me with annoyance, crossed her arms, shook her head, and looked helpless and as if she had expected this 　　. 　　 Sure enough, the teacher wasn't so easily fooled. I thought that by taking advantage of her novelty of her first outdoor photoshoot, 　　she would readily agree. Unfortunately, she had already seen through me. She knew 　　what I was thinking the moment I mentioned wanting to shoot outdoors, so before I even spoke, she immediately questioned whether I had any wicked 　　thoughts. 　　 If I backed down now, it wouldn't be like me. I stepped forward and said ingratiatingly, 　　 "Teacher, just give it a try. Look, there's a wall here, so no one nearby can see it. 　　And you've seen those photos, they're so beautiful. Don't you think it's a shame not to try? We 　　should capture beauty while we're young!" 　　 I persisted, trying to persuade the teacher, telling her about the advantages of outdoor photography, hoping to change her mind 　　. But the teacher just glanced at me sideways, unmoved by anything I said, which made me a little discouraged. Judging from 　　her attitude, I was bound to fail. 　　 "Absolutely no one else can see it, absolutely!" 　　 I was about to give up when I heard the teacher say this, and my eyes immediately lit up, nodding vigorously in agreement. 　　 "Of course, I swear on my honor that I will never let anyone else see." 　　 "Hmph, you promised me the same thing before, and what happened? You still went in." 　　 Hearing the teacher mention the time I penetrated her vagina, I realized I had made the same promise beforehand, but in 　　the end, I still broke my vow. I weakly retorted, 　　 "That was an accident, a real accident." 　　 "What if another accident happens?" 　　 "I promise, this time there will absolutely be no more accidents." 　　 Seeing my solemn vow, the teacher let me off the hook and asked how I wanted to shoot. 　　 And so, a new round of shooting began, producing works unlike anything before, all 　　taken outdoors. 　　 In some photos, the teacher has taken off her coat, bra, and panties, leaning against a high wall, 　　her face flushed, a shy smile on her face. Two prominent dots are visible on her tight t-shirt, 　　revealing her emotions. 　　 In other photos, the teacher stands by the wall, shyly lowering her head, but her eyes are still looking at the camera, her face full of embarrassment 　　. She stands upright, her hands pulling up her shirt, revealing her two plump, white breasts, 　　with milk seeping from her deep red nipples. 　　 In still other photos, the teacher sits on a small chair in the courtyard, her eyes glazed, her shirt pushed up above her breasts, 　　her arms wrapped around her chest, creating a deep cleavage. Her legs were spread wide, her knee-length skirt lifted to her waist, 　　revealing her tender, beautiful breasts in full view. Clear water flowed continuously, forming a 　　small puddle on the chair. 　　 In some photos, the teacher stood in the courtyard, a lazy smile on her face, having already taken off her top, 　　raising her arms as if stretching. Her round, snowy breasts appeared even fuller in this pose, 　　shimmering beautifully in the outdoor sunlight.

The last photo showed the teacher completely naked, leaning against a tree in the yard, slightly turned to
face the camera. Her long hair was naturally draped over her shoulders, her phoenix eyes were alluring, and her snow-white back revealed its beautiful lines. Her rounded
breasts, slightly squeezed by the tree trunk, contrasted sharply with the dark brown of the trunk
. Most striking were her round, full buttocks, pert and inviting attention, tempting viewers to
touch and fondle them.
I sat with the teacher on the living room floor, looking at these new results of our hard work that afternoon. By this time
, we had finished with the teacher. She was slightly panting, leaning against me, her whole body flushed from sex. Her
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breasts were being played with by my hands, and her slightly swollen anus was leaking a cloudy white fluid,
leaving small stains on the floor.
The teacher had just displayed unprecedented passion, and the impact of exposing herself in public was beyond her imagination.
Exposing her body for the first time during the photoshoot not only made her feel deeply ashamed, but also brought a
strange pleasure. As the photoshoot progressed, the pleasure continued to build, and her vaginal fluids flowed continuously from her beautiful vulva
. It felt as if thousands of insects were crawling inside her, an unbearable itch. As soon as I finished filming, she hurriedly pulled me
inside, pounced on me, and inserted my already erect penis into her anus, actively stroking it up and down
.
I had never seen a teacher so proactive before; she was like a female knight galloping on horseback,
rising and falling, preparing to go to the battlefield to fight. Seeing the teacher's exposure, I was incredibly excited, and my
erect penis thrust upwards in sync with her movements, each heavy blow eliciting a sensual moan from her lips
, her body trembling uncontrollably. Finally, I released all the pent-up desire of the day inside her, the hot
fluid causing her to let out a joyful cry.
"Teacher, didn't you think it was even more exciting to do it after taking the photos?"
After looking at the photos, I lay down with my teacher in my arms, our backs against the cool floor, while her hot, voluptuous
body was in my embrace. This contrasting sensation gave me a pleasant feeling, and I asked her how she felt after the shoot.
"I think so, I don't know why, although doing it made me feel ashamed, it also made me more excited
."
My teacher rolled over and lay on top of me, her chin resting on her crossed arms, a hint of lust in her eyes, as if she was
savoring today's new experience.
"How about we try something special next time?"
"Well, I'll think about it."
(To be continued)

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