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Amnesiac Teacher 

"Hello everyone! I'm your Chinese teacher, and also your homeroom teacher this semester. My name is..."
At this moment, the new homeroom teacher turned around and wrote her name on the blackboard: Ye Xiaoxuan.
I couldn't hear anything else the teacher said after that, because I could only stare at her! The teacher was about 1.72 meters tall, and her high heels accentuated her height. Although her black staff suit covered her tightly, revealing only her slender, fair neck, it couldn't hide her voluptuous figure. Especially when she paced on the platform, her rounded hips swayed gracefully. Her long, flowing hair cascaded over her shoulders, paired with bright eyes and thick eyelashes—she was indescribably beautiful. Perhaps the only flaw was her overly stern expression; she never smiled, truly an ice queen.
After the teacher finished her self-introduction, she asked if the students had any other questions.
At this point, a young man deliberately asked in a lewd manner, "How old are you, teacher?"
He seemed to be trying to leave a special impression on this beautiful teacher.
The teacher raised an eyebrow and answered generously, "I'm twenty-nine years old this year. Any other questions? Okay! If not, let's start arranging the seats now."
I'm not considered tall in the class, so I was assigned to the front row by the window. Next, we elected various class officers! Such things have never concerned me, so I spent the rest of the time secretly glancing at the teacher's curvaceous figure. Although the teacher was standing behind the podium, my seat was good enough—by the window—so the podium didn't block my view at all. When I realized the teacher wasn't paying any attention to me sitting in the corner, I began to boldly admire her figure. What attracted me most was her tight skirt and the long, beautiful legs beneath it. Just as I was starting to have impure thoughts, the teacher pulled her chair closer to the podium and sat down. Her already short skirt, which only reached her knees, was pulled up even higher, revealing the top of her black stockings. Her long legs were now right in front of me. The teacher would occasionally change the direction in which she crossed her legs, making her thighs appear and disappear. This made my heart race and my face flush slightly.
Fearing being discovered, I lowered my head and pretended to browse the new semester's textbooks. Although I couldn't see the teacher, those breathtakingly beautiful legs kept flashing through my mind, and my little brother involuntarily got a little hard. Unfortunately, the teacher suddenly called my name, which startled me so much that I quickly stood up. Because I was distracted, I didn't know why my name was being called, and I accidentally bumped into the desk, causing my pencil case to fall to the ground, scattering pens and stationery. Just as I was at a loss, the teacher saw my blank expression and kindly came down to help me pick up my pencil case. As the teacher squatted down, she leaned forward, and I couldn't help but glance at her. My gaze naturally pierced through the neckline of her shirt, and although it was only for a moment, it was enough to see two beautiful, full breasts hanging in front of her chest. The teacher had a crescent-shaped birthmark on her chest, and a pure white lace bra tightly wrapped her firm breasts, making me worry that they might burst out of her clothes. I went in, and even though it was only for a moment, it was enough to see two beautiful, full breasts hanging down her chest. The teacher had a crescent-shaped birthmark on her chest, and a pure white lace bra tightly hugged her firm breasts, making one worry that they might burst out.
"Well, introduce yourself, everyone,"
the teacher said after she finished tidying up and stood up.
It turned out she was calling on students to introduce themselves. Faced with such a beauty, I had absolutely no courage to meet her gaze. I lowered my head, timidly gave my name, and quickly sat down. The other male students whose names were called were different; they racked their brains to introduce their personalities and strengths in the most humorous way possible. The desire to perform in front of a beautiful woman is something every boy has.
Time passed in a daze. Classes, breaks, school—life was as uneventful as water. If it weren't for that accident, my life would probably have continued in this uneventful way, only able to steal glances at my beautiful Chinese teacher during class.
It was a weekend, and I was heading to the supermarket near my apartment to buy some things. Just as I stepped out and reached the traffic light, I unexpectedly ran into my Chinese teacher, Ye Xiaoxuan, hurrying across the street. She was glancing at her watch as she walked, looking like she was in a real rush. I hesitated, wondering whether to go up and greet her, when suddenly a speeding luxury car came hurtling towards me. Before I could even scream, she was knocked down, hitting a roadside lamppost and falling unconscious. What was infuriating was that the driver didn't even bother to stop and help her; he simply sped away.
I'd never experienced anything like this before, and I was instantly terrified and at a loss. Forget about the car, I rushed to my teacher's side. Thankfully, she was lucky; aside from a few scratches, she wasn't seriously injured. Not knowing what to do, I decided to carry her to my apartment and wait for her to wake up, since it wasn't far. As I carried her,
the sight of her full, round body stirred my desire, especially the friction of her breasts against my back, which made my blood boil.
After laying the teacher down on my bed, I began to examine her closely. Today, she was dressed the same as she usually did in class, but upon closer inspection, I could see the outline of dark-colored panties on her skirt, and the thin straps of her bra were clearly visible on her back. This intense visual stimulation made me start to imagine the full flesh beneath her clothes. The more I looked, the more I wanted to tear that thin suit apart. This thought kept rising in my mind and wouldn't go away. Suddenly, a wicked idea took hold, and I boldly reached out to unbutton the teacher's shirt. The shirt slipped down naturally, revealing her delicate, full, and elastic breasts encased in a black bra. I swallowed hard and gently caressed her breasts, slowly rubbing them through the bra while observing her reaction, worried that she might suddenly wake up.
After observing for a while and seeing that the teacher showed no signs of waking up, I grew bolder and began to shamelessly fondle her full breasts. Human desires are endless; playing with them through her bra always felt incomplete, so I simply pushed it up. Her breasts were so full and smooth that I was completely stunned. Suddenly, she let out a groan, which startled me. I
took a breath and glanced at her, relieved to see she was still fast asleep. She was sleeping on her side. I was lost in admiring her shapely figure and fair skin. The black lace bra hanging above her breasts added to her sexiness, making my penis throb painfully.
Then she let out another soft moan, which chilled me to the bone. I hurriedly tidied up the scene, helping her put her bra back on and buttoning her shirt. Sure enough, not long after, the teacher opened her eyes, groaning as she held her forehead, "It hurts so much..."
Looking up and seeing that there were still people around, she cried out in fright, "Who...who are you? Where am I?"
After asking, the teacher suddenly paused, her eyes filled with confusion, and then said, "Who...who am I?"
Had the teacher hit her head and lost her memory?
A thought suddenly flashed through my mind, and I was instantly filled with uncontrollable excitement, silently reminding myself to calm down.
"I'm your boyfriend, have you forgotten, Xiaoli?"
I reached out and stroked the teacher's face, trying to sound as affectionate as possible.
The teacher's mind was a complete mess, she couldn't recall anything at all. She didn't pull away from my hand, just hesitated a little. "Are you my boyfriend?"
I hugged her tightly, not wanting to give her any room to hesitate. "You were hit by a car just now, you probably hit your head and lost your memory. Luckily I was here. You have a crescent-shaped birthmark on your chest."
I whispered the last sentence in her ear, my warm breath making her ears turn red. She believed I was her boyfriend, because her birthmark was something only close people could see. She didn't know that I had not only just undressed her to see it, but I had also secretly seen it during class.
"My name is Xiaoli?"
It seemed she had accepted her amnesia.
“Yes, her name is Liu Xiaoli. Don’t worry, as long as you experience something you’ve done that left a deep impression on you, you’ll soon remember it, like this…”
As I spoke, I suddenly reached my hand inside her shirt and began kneading her full breasts.
“Hmm…”
The teacher was startled, and the stimulation made her groan involuntarily: “Hmm…hmm…no…hmm…”
“Do you really want me to stop? Have you forgotten how horny your body is? You beg me to have sex with you every day, you have a uniform fetish, a masochistic fetish, don’t you love it when I play with your big breasts in public? You horny bitch.”
I began to roughly caress her pink and beautiful breasts with my left hand, and her soft, round breasts immediately became even more swollen from the kneading. My right hand reached inside her skirt and slowly caressed her through her panties, and I buried my head in her chest, biting her through her bra. Soon, the teacher’s bra was wet, and her nipples were clearly erect.
"I'm not... um... um..."
The teacher denied it verbally, but her body couldn't lie. She was being played with and experiencing wave after wave of pleasure, and her lower body was already incredibly wet. "It seems I really am a slutty woman..."
"Come on, you used to love masturbating the most."
I took her hand and placed it on her chest. She was already hot all over and burning with desire. Her delicate palms gently caressed her breasts, and the tingling sensation made the teacher unable to help but pant softly. At this moment, her lower body was already extremely wet.
The teacher even slipped her right hand inside her panties, gently touching her vulva with her fingers. The tingling, itchy sensation made her unable to resist rubbing her fingers back and forth. Lost in her own world, she slid her middle finger between her labia, inserting it into her vagina. While rubbing her snow-white breasts, she used her middle and index fingers to thrust in and out of her vagina: "Ah..."
The teacher couldn't help but moan loudly...
"You can't just think about your own pleasure..."
I pulled the teacher, who was completely lost in her own world, and pushed her bra up. The bra, already stretched to its limit by her large breasts, slipped open. I pinched the two mounds of flesh, too big to hold in one hand, and slowly rubbed them for a while before lifting them upwards. "Ah..."
The teacher involuntarily thrust her chest out. "Hmm... what do you want?"
"I want you to give me a nipplejob, hehe." I sat directly on the edge of the bed, made the teacher kneel on the floor, and pulled her arm, placing it on my thigh. Upon hearing the words "nipplejob," the teacher blushed instantly, glaring at me, but still understood what to do. She cupped her full breasts, sandwiching my already erect penis between them, and looked up at me. "Is...is this how it is?"
"Yes, yes, yes..."
I nodded repeatedly, my heart pounding with excitement. Seeing the blush rising on my dignified teacher's face, clearly a little shy, was a sight I could never have imagined before.
Who would have thought that this beautiful teacher, whom I could only admire from afar, would have this side to her? She began to push her tender breasts up and down, her sensitive breasts rubbing against my hard penis, which I constantly kneaded and played with. It was incredibly pleasurable. Her already sensitive body quickly heated up, and her nipples hardened.
The tip of my penis peeked out from between her white, tender breasts, and she stretched out her tongue, sweeping it back and forth over the urethral opening at the center of my glans. The intense stimulation gave me the urge to explode. At this moment, my teacher was increasingly convinced that she was a born slut; otherwise, why would she do something so shameful? “I’ve always been like this, as long as I please my man,” the teacher thought, completely believing my words.
“Does it feel good?”
“Of course it feels good…”
Seeing that the teacher’s breasts were already rubbed red, I couldn’t hold back any longer and ejaculated. The teacher couldn’t dodge in time and was sprayed all over her face, mouth, and chest, covered in milky white liquid.
“Help me clean it up, and remember to swallow it.”
I patted the teacher’s head and commanded, as if it were a matter of course. The teacher didn’t suspect anything and obediently used her mouth to carefully clean my penis, swallowing the white semen, as if it were all supposed to be this way. She was just repeating what she had done countless times before, but she didn’t realize that all of this was just a lapse in judgment by her student.
Seeing the teacher kneeling on the floor obediently cleaning my semen, my penis, which had already softened, suddenly hardened again, startling the teacher. This time, I made the teacher kneel on the bed. Her skirt was already pushed up to her waist, and I pulled her wet panties and stockings down to her knees. I inserted my middle finger into her vagina and hooked it upwards. The teacher arched her buttocks, burying her head shyly in the pillow, looking like a little puppy lying down. I moved my finger in and out, but didn't insert my penis, wanting to whet her appetite. The teacher eventually became impatient and had no choice but to anxiously arch her back, actively moving closer to meet my penetration. At this moment, my hand changed to grasp the teacher's slender waist and pressed against her thighs, which were perpendicular to her waist, sliding towards her most tender spot. Honey was squeezed out, and at this point, I couldn't resist anymore and began to thrust forcefully. At this moment, the teacher lay on the bed, her hands tightly gripping the sky-blue sheets, her head tilted back as far as possible, moaning continuously.
"Ah...I can't take it anymore...Mmm...Mmm...It feels so good...Ah...It's coming again...I...Ah...I really can't hold on anymore...Mmm..."
Listening to the teacher's moans, watching my penis slide in and out between her round, white buttocks, my hands kneading her beautiful breasts, I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated, collapsing onto her back.
I gently stroked her long hair, "How is it, have you remembered anything?"
"Hmm, not yet..."
The teacher was still a little shy.
"It's okay, this can't be rushed. How about we go to the park tomorrow? You used to love going to the park, maybe that will help you remember."
I suggested with a lewd grin.
"I used to...was that really true..."
"What do you think?"
I buried my head in the teacher's chest and started sucking on a cherry.
I didn't care what the outcome would be anymore; as long as the teacher was awake, she was mine.

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