The teacher had sex with a female student in his car.

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Early summer in Beijing was already sweltering. My company sent me to a remote university in the suburbs to give a presentation on the College English Test Band 4 and Band 6.

Although the university was a four-year college, it was essentially a diploma mill that had just been upgraded from a vocational college. Located on the outskirts of the city, it took me an hour and a half to drive there. The campus gate was surrounded by a rural market, dusty and bustling with cattle, sheep, and horse-drawn carts.

The presentation took place in the school's auditorium. During the presentation, I clearly felt an unprecedented enthusiasm. Perhaps due to the remote location, the students were very interested in my arrival. The entire venue was packed, with small stools crammed into the aisles. Most of the students looked dusty and simply dressed, mostly girls in school uniforms, with a few older girls in makeup standing out in the crowd.

As usual, after the event, I was surrounded by students asking for photos and autographs, keeping me very busy. After all the students had left, only a few student union staff members remained in the venue.

At this moment, a girl and two boys surrounded me. The girl said, "Teacher, can we take a picture with the two presidents of our student union?" I said, "Of course!"

So the three of us men posed with our arms around each other and took a bunch of pictures. Then, the girl handed the camera to one of the boys and said, "Take a picture of me and the teacher alone!"

After the photos were taken, I started chatting with her. She told me her name was Xiaowen and she was the head of the external relations department at the school.

Xiaowen had a mature appearance; if I saw her on the street, I would mistake her for a married woman. Her slightly plump figure and mature-looking face revealed a hint of a sophisticated older sister.

I've seen quite a few female college students with this kind of appearance. They usually hold a vice president or head position in the student union at the school or department level. They are decisive and efficient, treating male classmates like brothers, but fierce and menacing to younger members of the department. However, their masculine appearance couldn't compensate for their inner yearning for beauty. They always ended up as the "sister" or "soulmate" of one handsome senior after another, ultimately only able to masturbate to orgasm in the dead of night while calling out the senior's name.

However, when Xiaowen told me about her other job at school, I couldn't help but get excited: she was the director of the school's broadcasting station. I couldn't help but think of Jingxi, who was also at the school's broadcasting station.

I noticed dark circles under Xiaowen's eyes; according to physiognomy, dark circles under the eyes indicate excessive indulgence, so I concluded she must have masturbated excessively last night.

As everyone was preparing to leave the venue, Xiaowen smiled at me and said, "Teacher, it's like this, the leaders of our school's Youth League Committee and the Student Union are having dinner at 8 pm tonight. They would like to ask if you could grace us with your presence and have dinner together. This is also what our school leaders want!"

I thought to myself that I hadn't eaten dinner yet and was quite hungry, so I said, "No problem, where is it?"

Xiaowen said, "Teacher, please come with me now!" I said, "Is the place far?" She said, "It's quite far, let's take a taxi!" I said, "It's okay, I'll drive there. Why don't you come with me?" She said, "Thank you, teacher!"

The restaurant was in the city center, and after a half-hour drive, Xiaowen and I arrived. I asked Xiaowen, "Why is the restaurant so far from your school?" She said, "This is our old campus; the leaders are all here. That was our new campus; the undergraduates are there!"

I thought to myself, "These school leaders are a bunch of animals, enjoying themselves in the city while leaving the school in some godforsaken place."

Led by Xiaowen, I entered a large private room in the hotel and saw a large group of people making a ruckus.

When I entered the room, everyone cheered, and some students even started to jeer.

Xiaowen took my arm and led me to a seat at the table, then chose a chair facing me and gave me a mischievous smile.

Then, more leaders came in, and I shook hands with a few of them.

During the meal, several leaders took turns pouring me liquor.

After several bottles of baijiu (Chinese liquor), amidst the clinking of glasses and the flickering of bottles, I began to feel dizzy.

An hour later, some people started leaving the room, and the area around the table gradually emptied.

I counted; now only four men and two women remained. Besides Xiaowen, the other four were already quite drunk, drinking heavily and playing drinking games.

At that moment, I saw Xiaowen make a cute pouty face at me, tilting her head to one side, resting her chin on her hand, her eyes glazed.

The electric current was too strong; my body felt numb and itchy, and I was completely out of control, absentmindedly walking towards her.

I sat down next to her in the chair closest to her, pretending to chat, while tentatively taking her hand from under the table.

She didn't resist; instead, she pressed her hand tightly against mine, and then our fingers intertwined.

We clinked glasses and drank them down in one gulp; the large amount of alcohol, along with my sperm, rushed into my brain. Her face became even redder, and her eyes became even more ambiguous.

The time was right, so I began to gently rub and scratch her palm with my fingertips.

To my surprise, she immediately slid her slender fingers across my palm in return.

Teased like this, I felt an unbearable itch within me, and I could no longer restrain myself. I brought my lips to her ear, my nostrils brushing against her long hair, inhaling a delicate fragrance.

My lips were almost touching her ear as I whispered, "Would you like to go to my car or a hotel later?"

Then, I extended my tongue and lightly touched her earlobe with the tip: I bet her sensitive spot was there.

After my lick, I clearly felt her tremble slightly.

She pretended to be angry and pinched my cheek, saying, "You're so annoying!"

Then, she brought her mouth close to my ear and whispered, "I have an exam tomorrow, I have to be back in the dorm by midnight tonight!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she gently bit my earlobe.

That bite sent my soul flying; if no one had been around, I think our tongues would have already been inside each other's mouths.

I said, "Then let's go to my car!"

She said, "I've never been in a car before!"

I said, "Want to try?"

She nodded emphatically.

I made an excuse to leave first, then sat in the car and waited for Xiaowen at the door.

A minute later, I saw Xiaowen walk out of the restaurant and head straight for my car.

When I got out to open the door for her, she grabbed my arm and asked, "Do you bring a girl into your car every time you go to a school?"

I opened the passenger door, gesturing for her to get in, and said, "I'll answer you when you get in."

I got in the car and sat down in the driver's seat. Then she asked, "Please answer my question!"

I turned to the right, leaned forward, and pressed my face close to hers, asking, "So, do you want to sleep with an old man like me when you see him?"

She slapped me hard and laughed, saying, "How could you be so naughty!"

Before she finished speaking, our lips were pressed tightly together.

I still remember that French kiss: the faint smell of alcohol, and her agile and playful tongue.

I think she must be a master of French kissing, because as soon as our lips met, she took the initiative to send her tongue into my mouth, attacking and conquering my oral cavity. Under her fierce assault, my tongue could only retreat step by step, with nowhere to hide.

After a moment, I calmed down and launched a counterattack, quickly attacking her lips and teeth with my tongue. She was equally determined, and our tongues clashed like two pythons mating, intertwined and greedily sucking each other's saliva, as if drawing nourishment from one another.

The tongue is considered a "second sexual organ," sensitive and delicate; a prolonged French kiss can quickly ignite desire, making it arguably the best foreplay.

Before having sex with a woman, I always maintain sufficient patience and engage in a long French kiss.

Of course, besides French kissing, there are specific guidelines for where and how to kiss a woman during foreplay.

A woman's sensitive areas are those that can instantly arouse her desire. In addition to the well-known genitals and breasts, every woman has another erogenous zone; accurately locating and stimulating this area is like opening the floodgates of a woman's desire.

Of course, not all women's sensitive areas are the earlobes. Never randomly lick a woman's ears before you've identified them.

A woman's erogenous zones are generally concentrated on the back of her body, such as the back of her neck, shoulders, back, and armpits. In short, anything from the back of the head down to the anus can potentially be a woman's erogenous zone.

These are areas you need to explore and discover; only a perceptive man can understand a woman's secrets.

If you are a charming and patient gentleman, you can have the woman lie on the bed with her back to you, and kiss her from her neck down to her waist or even her buttocks, then observe her reactions to different areas. You'll quickly find her erogenous zones.

The most unusual erogenous zone I've ever seen is on my college girlfriend, Chenchen: she likes me to kiss her sides.

Actually, while we were drinking, I already knew that Xiaowen's erogenous zone was undoubtedly her earlobes.

So, after kissing, I withdrew my tongue from her mouth and gently licked her earlobes, occasionally nibbling with my teeth.

My hands caressed her thighs, my fingertips gliding along her inner thighs, the lush forest of her private parts so close.

Just a quick rant: many men lack patience for foreplay. Once they're erect, they can't control themselves, completely disregarding the woman's feelings.

In fact, rushing through foreplay, or even skipping it altogether, ultimately hurts the man.

If we consider male erection as the sign of sexual desire, then female libido is at least a hundred times slower than male libido.

It takes a man a maximum of five seconds to go from limp to fully erect, while it generally takes a woman three to five minutes to go from a dry bed to a flowing river. Even the most sexually active woman I've ever met needs at least a minute to become aroused.

Forcing yourself on a woman who isn't aroused will cause discomfort and even pain, depriving her of the right to enjoy sex and leaving the man feeling bored.

It's like shoving a man's limp penis into a woman's vagina. Men, would you enjoy that?

In short: care for women, and make sure to engage in proper foreplay—it starts with you and me.

That night, as we made love in the car, passersby kept walking by, so I suggested we drive to a safer spot in the city.

While driving, I tentatively placed my hand on her thigh, my fingertips occasionally teasing the secret hidden deep beneath her skirt.

She reciprocated by placing her delicate hand on my crotch, from touching to caressing to wanton fondling.

After parking, we got out, opened the back door, got in, and closed the door—we understood each other perfectly.

Before we made love, I reached under her skirt to check the results of our long foreplay. I discovered that under her bluish-purple dress, she wasn't wearing any safety shorts, only a thin white panty.

My fingers brushed the edge of her panty aside, my palm tracing the dense foliage, my fingers traveling to the entrance.

The dampness and warmth of my fingertips indicated that she was already soaking wet.

A flood of moisture gushed from her, inundating the surrounding foliage and soaking the very fabric of her modesty.

I patted her calf, signaling her to lift her leg.

She obediently raised her legs, sticking out her plump buttocks, and I took the opportunity to remove her panties from her fleshy thighs.

The panties were off-white, made of silk, adorned with subtle floral patterns, and faint liquid stains were faintly visible at the bottom.

I held the panties to my nose, savoring the woman's unique scent.

She lightly kicked my face with her foot and said, "Ugh, why are you smelling me!"

I laughed and tossed the panties aside, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "Gentle or violent?"

From a behavioral perspective, sex can be divided into four levels: gentle; intense; violent; and controlling.

The gentle type is the default sexual setting for the vast majority of working-class Chinese people for thousands of years, and we have always used it.

The intense type is suitable for the following two groups: adulterous couples, those involved in unspoken rules within their industry, and casual sex enthusiasts.

Due to time constraints and environmental pressures, these three groups must choose an intense thrusting mode to have time to escape the scene of the crime.

Violent sex is not the same as rape. It refers to a kind of physical sharpness and rudeness, and sometimes includes verbal violence. Suitable for: Artsy young women and feminists, and of course, the legendary masochists.

Controlling sex refers to one partner constantly controlling and correcting the other's behavior and actions during intercourse; this is close to sadomasochism. My favorite method of control is to cover a woman's mouth when she wants to scream, because this can exponentially increase her orgasmic pleasure and prolong the duration of her orgasm.

Statistics show that 50% of Chinese women enjoy being treated roughly by men during sex. A staggering 80% of women crave being roughly grabbed, slapped, or even hit when they are about to orgasm.

Unfortunately, men often start sex with vigorous and rough movements, but as the real need arises, they often run out of energy and finish prematurely, preventing women from achieving a truly satisfying orgasm, leaving them frustrated and angry.

This mismatch in needs is what I call the "sexual scissors gap."

Therefore, out of respect for women and responsibility for the quality of sex, it is necessary to ask about a woman's preferences beforehand.

That night, Xiaowen chose the latter. She said, "I like it a bit rough, but can it not hurt too much?"

I leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Trust me!"

For a woman who was already overflowing with desire, putting my thing in was a very easy thing.

The moment my penis touched her vulva, I felt a strong suction, as if swallowed by a black hole, instantly disappearing into her thick forest.

I pushed so hard that my lower abdomen was pressed tightly against hers; our pubic hair intertwined like tree roots, curving and tangling.

She couldn't help but scream, take a deep breath, her fingers gripping my buttocks tightly, digging deep into my flesh, pulling towards her lower body, pushing away, pulling again, one, two, three, one, two, three, like the rhythm of a waltz.

We were like dancers in the dark, gazing, panting, biting, embracing, accompanied by the sound of pelvic impacts every three seconds.

We danced like this, and as time went on, the rhythm of the waltz clearly could no longer satisfy her. Because every time I wasn't completely out of her, she would impatiently pull my waist towards her.

I understood, now she didn't need a waltz, but a fast polka.

With the help of her legs, her hands were freed, so she began rubbing her clitoris to enhance the pleasure of sex. Overwhelmed

by the multiple pleasurable sensations, voices escaped her throat. I couldn't hear them clearly. Perhaps she was on her way to heaven.

At this moment, my role in the sexual encounter was no longer so important, as my lower body didn't require much effort; I simply moved back and forth in sync with her.

For her, I was no more than a living sex toy; all I had to do was ensure my dick remained firm all the time.

Just before her climax, Xiaowen's entire body suddenly tensed, like a carp leaping out of its shell.

Then she shivered violently, took a deep breath, clung tightly to me, her nails digging deep into my back, a sharp cry escaping her throat, before finally going limp in my arms.

In that instant, I felt a tingling, tightening sensation in my lower body, like tiny fish swimming between my legs. Then, a surge of fluid rushed in, enveloping it tightly.

Three seconds later, the fluid receded, and Xiaowen instinctively pushed me away, pulling my penis out of her body. I looked down; it was still erect, covered in white fluid.

After a woman's first orgasm, she enters a few seconds of rejection of a man's body, refusing any physical touch. After about half a minute of cooling down, her body is ready for the next orgasm.

Here's some background information: the time intervals between a woman's subsequent orgasms decrease exponentially. The interval between the first and second orgasms might be one minute, the interval between the second and third might be half a minute, and then it gradually shortens. If the man is long enough, this can result in a continuous stream of orgasms—the legendary multiple orgasm.

Science has proven that 10% of women experience squirting during multiple orgasms, a phenomenon known as "squirting."

That night, Xiaowen's second orgasm was achieved through the woman-on-top position.

I've always felt that woman-on-top is the best position for men to be lazy. Therefore, after Xiaowen's first orgasm, feeling a bit tired, I turned her around and pulled her onto my body.

The car was spacious enough, giving her ample freedom to move up and down. I matched her swaying, occasionally thrusting upwards with my waist.

I still remember that Xiaowen was dressed throughout the entire car sex session. Of course, this "clothes" doesn't include underwear.

To be honest, I've never really liked women undressing completely in a second, nor do I like undressing, showering, and having sex right after checking into a hotel. I actually prefer having sex with a woman dressed first.

After a few minutes in this position, I started to feel tired.

Looking around, the car windows were covered in a thick layer of steam from our body heat.

The air inside the car felt increasingly thin, and I even felt a little short of breath.

I decided to take the initiative to accelerate Xiaowen's second orgasm.

I reached my hand to the point where our bodies met, through our already intertwined pubic hair, and found her clitoris. I pressed it with my thumb and rubbed it back and forth.

At the same time, I used my other hand to choke her neck, causing her a slight feeling of suffocation, and increased the amplitude of my hip and waist movements.

Soon, from her facial expression and the short moans emanating from her voice, I knew she was about to reach her peak.

You see, when using the woman-on-top position, the woman needs to maintain her balance, and her hands are used to support the man, so she naturally doesn't have extra hands to massage her clitoris.

At this time, a considerate man should remember to help, providing a little stimulation there. Combined with this deep position and mild sadomasochism, it can quickly send her to the clouds of pleasure.

I watched Xiaowen's expression during her orgasm with great interest; she looked to be in great pain.

The feeling of a woman's orgasm, from ancient times to the present, has never been able to give a concrete and scientific explanation.

It is said that the feeling is almost like a hallucination, tens of thousands of times more intense than ordinary physical pleasure.

In that instant, pain and pleasure seemed to transcend boundaries, every cell in my body seemed to boil with excitement.

The only way to achieve the same pleasure, it's said, is through drugs.

Compared to the pleasure of a woman's orgasm, the pleasure a man experiences at the moment of ejaculation is negligible.

Inside the enclosed car, the oxygen gradually thinned, and I felt dizzy. She was also drenched in sweat, slumped in her seat.

I quickly opened the window and simultaneously pressed the external air circulation button.

A word of advice to all car sex enthusiasts: when having sex in a car, always turn on the air conditioning with external air circulation and leave the window slightly ajar.

On the way back, I asked her: "Do you have a boyfriend?"

She replied: "Just broke up."

I continued, "How many boyfriends did you have before?"

She said: "Two."

I didn't really believe her. Years of experience have taught me one thing: a girl who says she just broke up with her boyfriend is 90% likely not actually broken up with him.

During the transition between old and new boyfriends, they're mostly "riding the donkey while looking for a horse," and once they find a rich, handsome, and successful man, they immediately dump their exes.

During this period, dating a girl like this carries an extremely high risk of being cheated on. While she's French kissing you, she might have just finished licking another man's penis.

Because if she's truly broken up for a long time and has completely forgotten him, she'll clearly tell you: "I don't have a boyfriend." "

Just broke up"—in a girl's dictionary, that means: "I have a boyfriend, but if you're better, I don't mind replacing him."

Regarding the second question, how many boyfriends she's had, most girls will lie.

There's a Western formula for judging how many boyfriends a girl has had: multiply the number she says by 2.

This is somewhat exaggerated, but there's some truth to it.

Among the girls I've met, the number of ex-boyfriends they mention never exceeds three.

In China, the number of a woman's ex-boyfriends is absolutely top secret; you'll never find out the truth.

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