My first kiss with my teacher

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Next, I turned to another page in the textbook, a page about kissing.
"Teacher, could you please come and look at this page now?"
The teacher sat down on the bed, and I pointed to the picture on the page and read aloud the caption: "Kissing is an international courtesy. The picture shows the Golden Horse Awards ceremony, where the actress who won Best Actress is happily kissing her mentor."
"Teacher, the textbook says that teachers and students can kiss. Please teach me!" The teacher
was stunned and speechless. The photo was genuine, and such scenes were often seen on television. She couldn't refute my request. Seeing her frozen in place, I couldn't contain my emotions any longer and pounced on her. Startled, she quickly covered her swimsuit and trunks with her hands, and I pushed her down onto the bed. My lips immediately pressed against hers, but she twisted her neck, trying to dodge. Because her hands had to protect her private parts, she was powerless to resist and could only kick wildly. So I jumped onto the bed, sitting on her lap. My legs were tightly clamped around the teacher's thighs, while her calves could only helplessly offer futile resistance outside the bed. I think the teacher could have resisted if she wanted to, but my actions were too sudden, and I subdued her for a moment. However, the teacher had nothing to say and could only fall into a daze again, lying on the bed in a daze. I took the opportunity to immediately cup the teacher's face with both hands and kiss her forcefully. The moment I touched those hot lips, my nerves almost melted. I never thought that my first kiss would be given to the noble physics and chemistry teacher. I couldn't help but stick out my tongue and lick her fiery red lips, further experiencing that I was kissing the beautiful female teacher in front of me.
At this moment, the female teacher felt as if she had been struck by lightning. She never expected that her first kiss would be taken by her student. Although she kept her lips tightly closed, the student's tongue kept trying to penetrate her. The female teacher felt extremely disgusted and firmly refused to let this dirty thing enter her body.
Seeing the teacher's lips tightly closed, I mischievously used my teeth to pry open her upper lip and began licking her teeth and rubbing her gums with my tongue. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't break through her strong teeth. So, I mischievously pinched her nose with my fingers and sealed her lips with my mouth.
The female teacher felt a tightness in her chest but was powerless to resist. She felt a warm current constantly blowing into her mouth and couldn't help but open her mouth to breathe deeply. She had fallen into the student's trap. The student had already stuck his tongue into her mouth. She originally wanted to bite off the invading tongue, but she was afraid of retaliation. She thought that it was just a kiss, and this would be a way to get rid of the other person's entanglement. She shouldn't resist so violently. What she had initially found disgusting didn't seem so bad anymore. A strange sensation began to spread from her mouth. Although she was an adult, this was the first time she had experienced such a shock, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
(How could I be so weak? I can't even resist a little boy's kissing onslaught.)
The female teacher panicked and tried to push away the terrifying, seductive trap with her tongue, but as soon as she extended her tongue, the student's tongue immediately swept over hers. After a roundabout tongue battle, their tongues were intertwined and entwined. Her original determination to expel the other's intrusion gradually disappeared, replaced by an intoxicating French kiss. Finally, the female teacher gave up resisting, relaxed and opened her mouth to let the student suck on her tongue, as if her soul had been pulled into the other's body.
In this intense and passionate tug-of-war, I finally won. I gently chewed on the little tongue I had captured, savoring the sweet saliva in her mouth. Although she had given in to my whims and no longer resisted, she didn't actively cooperate with my passionate kiss, seemingly still putting up a final, passive resistance. To further entice her soul, I changed my strategy from slowly exhaling to penetrating her, to forcefully inhaling, creating a vacuum in both our mouths. Our intertwined tongues pressed tightly together, and her trembling tongue was gradually drawn into my throat. She finally began to moan softly, and then struggled to get up. Having learned from my previous failure, I knew I couldn't be too hasty. So I restrained my impulses, reluctantly releasing the pure female teacher before me, giving her a moment to breathe. I deliberately reassured her, saying, "Don't worry, teacher, I just want to know how to kiss. I won't force you to do anything inappropriate."
Then I held the textbook in front of her. She gasped, "What else do you want to know?"
So I turned to the page about breastfeeding. Pointing to the picture, I read aloud the caption: "Generally speaking, breastfeeding is the best source of nutrition, so breastfeeding isn't limited to one's own child. The picture shows a teacher at an orphanage breastfeeding her student."
"Teacher, look, the textbook says teachers and students can breastfeed!"
The teacher immediately retorted angrily, "But the picture shows a baby. You're too big for that; you don't need to nurse anymore."
Heh...heh...heh...I knew the teacher would say that. Actually, the pictures in the textbook were real, but they could never actually appear in the textbook. I knew my physics and chemistry teacher liked to reason with people, and if someone's argument seemed reasonable, she would agree. So I secretly swapped out a few pages, printed some intimate pictures of teachers and students on them, and added some twisted logic. Anyway, my physics and chemistry teacher hadn't taught health education, so she couldn't tell the difference between truth and falsehood. I had anticipated this situation, so I immediately pointed to the text below and said: "When is it appropriate for an infant to be weaned?" There are many interpretations of this question. Generally speaking, breast milk is rich in various nutrients, so it is suitable for people of any age, especially teenagers who are still developing and need to supplement their milk supply.
The teacher, after reading this, argued, "I've never given birth, so how could I have milk?"
So I pointed to another passage and said, "A woman's breasts will continue to secrete milk as long as they mature. After childbirth, the milk supply will increase significantly, so even if a woman hasn't just given birth, her breasts still have the function of breastfeeding." "
Teacher, even the textbook says so, so don't overthink it. I just want to drink some milk to supplement my nutrition!"
"No, you said you wouldn't take off my bikini swimsuit, so you can't suckle now."
"How can that be? Breastfeeding is a woman's responsibility, so you should breastfeed automatically. How about this, actually, I don't have much milk. I just want to relive my childhood memory of suckling. Teacher, can I relive that memory through my swimsuit?" "
Seeing that I had given in, the teacher said, 'That's fine, but you must promise me you won't tear off my swimsuit, especially not bite it.'
'No problem, please move your hands away, teacher.'
Seeing that the teacher was still hesitating, I impatiently pushed away her left hand that was covering her chest with both hands. Seeing that she couldn't fight back with one fist, the teacher stopped resisting and used both hands to protect her last line of defense. Her chest had to rely on the fragile bikini bra to withstand my tongue attack. At this moment, the teacher's shy expression changed, and she stared at me with wide eyes, as if monitoring whether I had broken the rules. Heh...heh...heh...it seems the teacher hasn't realized my trick yet. I hungrily licked the bra with my tongue. Mmm! So sweet and with a faint fruity scent, combined with the perfect shape of her breasts, it was a feast for the eyes, nose, and taste buds. I couldn't help but drool a lot, soaking the bra. At this time, the sugar coating had dissolved and become completely transparent. The teacher was surprised and thought I had magic, and immediately asked me, 'What trick are you playing?'
'Nothing!'" This is a sugar-coated swimsuit, so it will melt if you lick it.
The teacher realized she had fallen into my trap, but it was too late. As soon as I finished speaking, I used my right hand to scratch her genitals while simultaneously taking her breast into my mouth and sucking. The poor teacher's legs were pinned down, and her hands had to desperately hold her genitals down, leaving her helpless to watch as her breasts were repeatedly sucked. What was worse, after sucking one breast, I would switch to the other. And the breasts that had just been violated were immediately subjected to further abuse by the student's left hand. Waves of pleasure surged through her full breasts at the same time, and the teacher couldn't help but let out a soft moan. She then frowned and tried to suppress the onslaught of pleasure. Seeing the teacher's desperate attempt to endure, I couldn't help but wonder where her limit of endurance lay. So I not only suckled her breasts voraciously but also teased her nipples with my tongue, leaving teeth marks on her soft breasts. Meanwhile, although my left hand couldn't initially fully grasp the high, firm peaks, I violently gripped her breasts and forcefully squeezed downwards. My five claws finally managed to completely encircle the entire breast. Surprisingly, even under such violent stimulation, she could endure without uttering a sound. Enraged, I deepened the teeth marks, gradually moving closer to the nipples. My left hand also pinched her nipples with my thumb and forefinger, gradually increasing the pressure. Finally, I bit down on her nipples with my teeth, and my left hand exerted maximum force. The intense pleasure and stinging sensation finally pushed her to her limit. Tears welled in her watery eyes, and her tightly closed lips emitted a muffled groan. The teacher felt humiliated by her groan and finally pleaded with me: 'Xiao Ming! I know I was wrong, please let me go!'
Heh…heh…heh…the teacher is so naive! How could she just lick the meat that's already in her mouth! Actually, the worst was yet to come! To keep her from hurting herself, I replied to the teacher, "Okay! Teacher, you only need to guide me through one more chapter before I can go back! The problem is, the teacher's guidance is always reluctant. What if the teacher argues with me again and postpones the next chapter?"
Upon hearing that there was only one chapter left, the teacher happily said, "No! As long as you keep your promise, the teacher won't argue or postpone anymore. I'll guide you wholeheartedly!"
Heh... heh... heh... She really is an innocent and romantic young girl. It seems today's plan is about to succeed.

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