Sexy Art Teacher

Section 1: An Encounter with a Beauty
I was an art student in my second year. Our course included some sketching assignments, including figure drawing. The school often hired professional female models for these assignments, but students had to pay for it themselves, and it was very expensive. I remember only a few high-achieving or wealthy students were qualified to attend figure drawing classes in the studio; the rest could only draw the Venus de Milo plaster cast. I had neither extra money nor excellent grades, so naturally I was excluded from the role of a female model. Despite this, I didn't mind at all, thinking that drawing plaster casts was just as good.
I continued with my figure drawing practice in this way, while other classmates, more or less, always made a concerted effort to draw or saved money from their meal allowances, so they always had a chance to draw a figure at least once. But I never did. I was tall and strong, and sometimes I dabbled in martial arts. I always ate and drank excessively, and my meager savings disappeared quickly. When I was broke, I was forced to find ways to earn money. Because my portrait drawing skills improved rapidly, I wondered if I could set up a portrait stall on the street. I did it right away, setting up my stall in the bustling city center every evening when the weather was fine. Since there was no competition (high-achieving students wouldn't bother with that), many people came to me for portraits, and I earned enough to cover my cigarette money for a day or two each day. Later, I only went for portrait drawing when I was completely broke.
Time flew by, and finally, school was out for summer vacation. Few people stayed at school, but I didn't want to go home, so I stayed at school for the summer, planning to find a job.
One evening, as usual... As usual, I went to my usual stall, took out some pre-drawn celebrity portraits, set up my sketching easel, and waited for customers.
Business was surprisingly bad. Two hours passed, it was already past nine o'clock at night, and the shopping mall across the street had closed, but still no one wanted to have their portraits drawn. I looked down at the footsteps of passersby; the number of people walking was dwindling. I considered whether I should pack up if no one came in another five minutes.
Just as I was thinking this, a pair of white open-toe high-heeled sandals appeared before my eyes. The thin straps traced beautiful curves on the heels, and on the high-heeled sandals stood a pair of exquisite feet: white, delicate toes, slender soles, pink heels, and a high arch and slender ankle forming a graceful arc. The feet were clad in sheer flesh-colored stockings, incredibly thin, and the delicate toes were painted with red nail polish, appearing even more alluring through the stockings.
I guessed that the owner of these feet was no more than twenty-five or twenty-six years old. I slowly looked up from under her skirt, my gaze following her beautiful ankles. The curves of her slender, silky legs were undeniably graceful, and her long thighs were tightly encased in flesh-colored stockings. I then saw a white mini-dress. The woman seemed to be wearing pantyhose, but there was no visible line separating her thighs from the stockings. From my squatting position, I peered up and, under the dim streetlights, saw white briefs with bows adorning the sides of her thighs, clinging tightly to her pantyhose. The briefs were sheer and had a cutout, clearly showing the dark, tangled pubic hair beneath. I couldn't help but linger a while, mesmerized by the view beneath her skirt. Suddenly, the woman asked in a soft, sweet voice, "Can I have a sketch drawn?" I quickly looked away from her skirt and lowered my head, saying, "Of course, small ones are ten yuan, large ones are thirty yuan." I gestured to the chair opposite me, indicating she should sit down.
She lifted her skirt and sat down, her legs crossed and slightly angled, her hands resting on her knees. Her graceful movements and posture were incredibly captivating. I looked up at her, and she was looking at me too.
"Teacher Ying
, it's you!" I suddenly realized she was a university teacher and asked in surprise. "Wang Dang, it's you!" She stood up in equal surprise. "It's been a long time! What are you doing here? Oh, I've been setting up a painting stall here to earn some pocket money."
Section Two: Spring Scenery in the Rain
Teacher Ying was our physical education teacher in our freshman year, but she left the university last year to start her own clothing design company. Teacher Ying is about thirty-four or thirty-five years old, married with children, but because of her good maintenance, she looks no more than twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. She has beautiful eyebrows, a delicate nose, sexy red lips, and a pretty face. Her skin is fair, delicate, and smooth, her figure is slender and well-proportioned, with a slim waist, round buttocks, and a pair of large breasts. It can be said that she has all the beauty of a woman. During the physical education class, she wore a gymnastics uniform, her movements light and graceful. Sexy and alluring, her snow-white and delicate thighs had captivated countless men.
As we were talking, a flash of lightning struck, followed by a deafening roar, and then raindrops the size of soybeans began to fall, sparse at first, but soon pouring down like a waterfall. I hurriedly grabbed my art stall, not even bothering to pack it up, and ran with Teacher Ying to the entrance of a nearby shopping mall to take shelter. The walk was two or three hundred meters long, and by the time we reached shelter, I was soaked to the bone.
After I stopped, I muttered curses at the downpour and looked back. Teacher Ying was also completely drenched. Because of her thin clothing, her skirt and underwear were now semi-transparent, clinging to her shapely buttocks, and her high-quality nylon stockings were also soaked.
Several other people were taking shelter at the mall entrance, and many men were giving her strange looks. Teacher Ying was embarrassed and flustered, her head lowered, her face flushed, and her arms tightly crossed over her chest.
I quickly stepped forward... I stepped in front of her, saying, "Teacher Ying, take this t-shirt and put it on!" I took off my t-shirt and gave it to her; she used it to wipe her skirt.
I looked up, shirtless, at the rain intensifying; it seemed unlikely to stop anytime soon. My tools were mostly dry, except for four sheets of toilet paper, which I discarded. A moment later, Teacher Ying had dried her skirt somewhat, so it wasn't clinging to her buttocks anymore, but her underwear was soaked through. Perhaps feeling uncomfortable, she slightly bent over and wrapped the t-shirt around her waist.
She brushed her hair aside and smiled, saying, "Wang, thank you.
Aren't you cold being naked like this? I take cold showers all year round, and look, I don't even have goosebumps." I puffed out my chest and showed her my arms.
"Hmm, quite strong indeed," Teacher Ying laughed. "
But, Teacher Ying, look, the rain is getting heavier; it doesn't seem like it'll stop tonight. What should we do? I want to leave, but then I think I can't. She's a woman alone, in this kind of weather..." "It's not very safe."
Teacher Ying had also thought of this, and said with some worry, "Yes, look, everyone else has left in the rain, only the two of us are left, but it's not good for me to be dressed like this in the rain." She then looked around at the people running and leaving in the rain. "
Yes, let's wait a little longer, we can leave when the rain gets lighter." I stopped blocking her way and moved to the side.
Waiting… the rainy night was a bit cold, and Teacher Ying shivered slightly, crossing her arms over her chest. Two hours later, the rain intensified, the ground was flooded, and the rushing water was incessant. It seemed like only we were left on the bustling commercial street, except for the glittering lights.
Actually, I didn't know how long I would have to stay with her. My place was far, but only thirty minutes away, and I wasn't afraid to go in the rain. "
Why don't we escape for a bit? My company is nearby, about ten minutes away. Let's go to my company first!" Teacher Ying finally made up her mind, saying that she reached out and took my arm, pressing her body close to mine, her nose… The rising heat from inside sprayed onto my face.
It was the first time I'd been so close to a woman, and my body stiffened slightly. Ms. Ying, however, was very generous. She pulled me along, laughing sweetly, and led the way into the relentless rain. Infected by her enthusiasm, I yelled and rushed out too, and we ran for our lives…
Chapter 3: The Alluring Woman
We soon arrived at the entrance of Ms. Ying's company building. We stopped, still holding each other's hands tightly. Looking at each other, we both felt a little awkward. The heavy rain had completely ruined Ms. Ying's hairstyle; her shoulder-length hair was plastered to her neck by the water. My t-shirt, which hadn't been wrapped around her waist, was gone.
Her thin dress, soaked through, became almost transparent. Her alluring, perky breasts stood out high, and under the white gauze, only two skin-colored, nearly transparent bras could be vaguely seen tightly encasing her full breasts, the areolas protruding from the fabric.
The skin-toned demi-cup bra couldn't quite conceal her ample breasts. Pale pink areolas peeked from the edges of the lace-embroidered bra cups, revealing a deep cleavage. With a slight twist of her waist, her fair breasts were partially exposed.
Stockings clung tightly to Ms. Ying's rounded buttocks and long, slender legs, and under the influence of the water, they appeared almost naked. Beneath her completely transparent, sexy silk panties, the forbidden abyss of her groin was faintly visible; her bulging vulva was like a perfectly ripe peach, with lovely pink labia and black pubic hair comfortably covering her sacred feminine domain, clearly visible.
I stared intently at Ms. Ying's beautiful lower body. Seeing this, my lower body swelled, and my penis involuntarily hardened, clearly erect, creating a large bulge in my rain-soaked pants.
Ms. Ying, however, was looking down at my genitals. Noticing my reaction, a smile bloomed on her face. She chuckled and said, "What are you doing? Why are you like this?" "I don't know, I'm sorry," I said, blushing and quickly covering my groin with my hands. "
It's okay, let's go upstairs first. It's not good to stand like this. Let's dry ourselves off first." She pressed the elevator button.
In the elevator, neither of us spoke, and the atmosphere became somewhat awkward. "
You have a great figure. My company is planning to shoot an underwear advertisement, and I'd like to ask you to be the male model. What do you think, Ms. Ying?" Breaking the silence, I replied, "Sure, it would be my honor to help you, Ms. Ying." "However, this advertisement requires us to work together, and we'll be appearing completely nude. I wonder if you'll mind if Ms. Ying's words have a slightly flirtatious tone." "
Oh, I see. But I've never seen or been in contact with a woman before. I'm afraid I'll embarrass myself." I blushed slightly.
She seemed puzzled. "Didn't you see any women when you were learning to draw nudes?" "I… I really have never seen any. Being with you like this today is a bit much for me." I told her the truth.
"Ah!" "So you're still a virgin?" Teacher Ying suddenly looked at my bare upper body with a strange gaze, appearing somewhat excited.
I... I was speechless.
"Yes, that's a problem..." Teacher Ying pondered, "Well then, it's already so late, I think you can sleep here tonight." I listened to the rain outside the window; it seemed I couldn't go back today.
I nodded.
She smiled, suddenly moving closer to me with a somewhat seductive air, and whispered in my ear: "Do you think Teacher's figure is alright?" She pressed her breasts against my body.
I had never seen such a gentle approach before, and I was momentarily dizzy. "Okay... okay...
Teacher is a woman too, how about I let you see Teacher's body first?" Her breasts were soft and fragrant, and I couldn't help but nod vigorously. "
I'll let you see it in a moment, this will help you get used to your sensitivity to women, and that will make things easier when filming."
She slapped me with her hand, and I was somewhat at a loss, mumbling a few words incoherently, and nodding haphazardly.
Section Four: After indulging in flower viewing
for a while, they arrived at the tenth floor, her company. It was a duplex office building, serving as both an office and a residence—Teacher Ying's temporary residence. Her bedroom was at the very end.
Upon entering the bedroom, Teacher Ying sat down in a chair, laughing and exclaiming, "This is so interesting! Today's heavy rain has brought a future male model!" "
Not really, I don't know if it'll do. I struck a pose.
Now try it out; it mainly tests your body control and other emotional control." "Oh, I need to take off my shoes." She lifted her feet and flexed her toes.
Teacher Ying's action of taking off her shoes was indeed incredibly beautiful. Her delicate high heels made a soft sound on the floor, and her beautiful heels obediently emerged from the shoes. Then, her calves deftly pulled back slightly, and the back half of her beautiful feet slipped out of the shoes.
The arch of her feet was simply exquisite. She crossed her right leg over her left knee, reached out her left hand to catch the wobbly high heel on her right foot, and placed it under the chair. Lifting her left foot, still shuffling with the high heel, she swung her ankle a few times, and the high heel clattered off, landing on the floor a foot or so in front of her. Teacher Ying reached out to pull the shoe back, then with a flick of her silk-stockinged foot, she pushed it under the seat as well. "
Wang Dang, watch closely. I want to see your reaction now. So you'll have to take all your pants off, completely naked," she said seductively.
At this point, I came to my senses. I was completely helpless in front of her. Although I was strong, my blood was rushing, and I was having some difficulty breathing, I could only nod at her question.
I quickly pulled off my wet trousers, dried myself with a towel, but I was too embarrassed to take off my underwear, so even though it was still wet, I had to keep wearing it.
"Really, you're still very wet. You need to dry yourself off, or you'll catch a cold. Take off your underwear too." She smiled and handed me a dry towel, but I wasn't used to being naked in front of my teacher like this. I'd never faced a woman like this before, and I covered my genitals. "
I just need to test your genital response, otherwise what will we do when we take the X-ray? Really, don't have any other thoughts, it's nothing, hurry up, I won't mind, really." Teacher Ying smiled.
I had no choice but to grit my teeth and take off my underwear, revealing my wet genitals, and quickly dried myself off in a few strokes. My penis, as thick as a child's arm, was already throbbing and erect, standing like a small steel cannon, the glans red, like a duck egg.
Teacher Ying's eyes scanned my genitals from side to side without leaving them, revealing a surprised look. She stuck out her tongue, licked her cherry lips, and swallowed. "
You have a good figure, good. Now watch my movements, and try to control your emotions." Then, Teacher Ying began her testing experiment.
She slowly pulled down her skirt, revealing her beautiful figure. In an instant, her flawless body, like Venus's white jade, appeared before my eyes. Her high breasts were still covered by a bra, but it did little to conceal them except to make
them appear more alluring. She unhooked the transparent bra and casually tossed it onto the bed, touching her nipples to give her soft, snow-white peaks a break from their long-constrained state. Against her snow-white skin, her breasts appeared incredibly vibrant; as she turned, her soft breasts, no longer restrained by the bra, bounced, the two erect and alluring pink nipples trembling and quivering, lively and dazzling. Glancing to the side, I noticed that Ms. Ying was still wearing transparent flesh-colored pantyhose, her rounded buttocks and deep cleft incredibly beautiful, her slender legs inspiring endless fantasies, her pink vulva, her black pubic hair… a truly magnificent sight was on full display.
The thin, smooth, flesh-colored stockings accentuated Ms. Ying's already fair and full legs, making them even more sexy and alluring. Ms. Ying flexed her toes, and her charming toes twitched a few times within the stockings. Then, unexpectedly, she raised her left leg high, displaying her elegant and graceful foot before my eyes—a truly feast for the eyes. "Ms. Ying, your stockings are so beautiful!" I whispered, my body reacting strongly.
She looked at me, swaying her body slightly and gracefully, charmingly twisting her round, jade-like buttocks. Her beautifully slender, white legs moved together, and she reached up to her waist with both hands, finding the top of her stockings, and slowly rolled them down to her knees.
Teacher Ying lifted one leg and deftly pulled her damp pantyhose down from her knee to her toes. Then, she gently pulled the sheer toe of the pantyhose down with her fingers, completely exposing her fair, pinkish-white foot to the air. She then lifted her other leg, removed the stockings, and crumpled them into a ball, placing them on the bedside table.
I couldn't help but groan. It was the first time in my life I'd seen a woman's body, and so beautifully, so close. My heart pounded, and my genitals contracted, releasing a thick stream of semen that shot directly onto Teacher Ying's foot. My legs went weak, and I almost collapsed to the ground, quickly closing my eyes.
Teacher Ying, startled by the sound, immediately turned around, walked to me, grabbed my arm, and asked with concern, "What's wrong? It seems your stamina isn't enough; you need more training." Because we were so close, her large breasts almost blocked my mouth.
I…I…you…you…, I stammered, unable to speak further, almost collapsing. I could only raise my hand and wave it.
Was the teacher's figure not good? Seeing my reaction, she seemed pleased. She shook her breasts, then gestured with her hand.
Okay…you…I…, my face flushed, I closed my eyes.
She smiled and pulled me up, saying, "You're really naive. People in the design department of the art academy shouldn't be too sensitive about nudity." She patted my hand and said in a seductive voice, "It's okay, we're both adults, relax, I'll make you mature." I couldn't use any tricks on her. Although I was strong, my blood was rushing, and I was having some difficulty breathing, I could only nod again to her question.
She noticed my penis and suddenly said, "You seem very interested in my pantyhose. I saw your penis was quite large before, but now that I've taken it off, it seems a bit small." I nodded, feeling seen through by her. She seemed quite pleased, saying, "If you like, I'll put on pantyhose again for you to see. That will make the test easier." She smiled sweetly and gave me a dry towel. Then she used the towel to dry herself and went to the bathroom. A moment later, the door opened.
Teacher Ying emerged like a fairy, having taken off her underwear and put on a pair of white lace pantyhose. There was a small piece of silk fabric embroidered with a flower on the crotch. I knew these were pantyhose that didn't require underwear. Teacher Ying was so open! She wasn't wearing any underwear at all.
The white pantyhose hugged her slender legs, and through the semi-transparent stockings at her lower abdomen, I could vaguely see black pubic hair. Through the pantyhose, I could also see that Teacher Ying's vulva was shaped like a peach. This time, I was incredibly excited.
Her long, slender legs and delicate feet, clad in sheer velvet pantyhose, stirred endless fantasies. Her perfectly proportioned legs, accentuated by the sheer stockings, seemed to glow magically under the light. Her smooth back, full hips, and wasp waist swayed with increasing allure, highlighting her exquisite curves. Her beautiful abdomen was smooth and white, with a charming little belly button, as alluring as a cherry blossom.
Ms. Ying wore a semi-transparent gauze nightgown, and because she wasn't wearing a bra, her full, perky breasts were partially exposed. She slowly walked towards me, every movement emphasizing her curvaceous figure.
My penis involuntarily swelled several times its normal size. "Sit down first!" the teacher gestured to the Simmons bed beside her. I sat down as instructed.
Ms. Ying walked up to me, pressed me down, and plopped down on my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck, saying: "Understanding a woman's body can calm your arousal." "Wait a minute, the teacher is going to have sex with you to test your sexual ability." I…I…, before I could even finish my sentence, she had already thrust her tongue into my mouth.
Section Five: First Taste of the Forbidden Fruit
. Our saliva exchanged, the teacher's tongue had an indescribable sweetness, feeling soft, smooth, and comfortable. She pressed me down on the bed, her long, slender legs in sheer pantyhose coiling around me like snakes. I had the strength but was powerless. I could only let her kiss me.
A moment later, I became aroused. I sucked hard on her red lips, then forcefully thrust my tongue into Teacher Ying's mouth, which was full of wet saliva.
At this moment, Teacher Ying's tongue wrapped around my tongue and sucked. When I withdrew my tongue, her tongue followed into my mouth. I licked her tongue, and Teacher Ying trembled with pleasure, entwining her tongue with mine even more forcefully, pursuing unparalleled pleasure, sucking each other's saliva mouth to mouth. I held Teacher Ying's body tightly with one hand, and caressed her body with the other. My fingers trembled with excitement as I gently pulled open the front of her nightgown, my fingers lingering on her waist and her pantyhose-clad buttocks, savoring the sensations of her flesh. My
rising desire led me to her pubic hair, then down, until I found the soft crevice of her vulva, the excitement almost making me breathless.
After a long while, she finally let me catch my breath, whispering, "Take off my nightgown!" My blood was already boiling, and I ripped off her transparent nightgown in one swift motion. Her large breasts sprang out, seemingly making a soft popping sound, pressing against my chest.
She stood up, straddling my lower body, leaning down, pulling my thighs to one side, taking my throbbing penis in her hand, and slowly kissing it. Then she took it into her mouth, sucking incessantly. Her small mouth couldn't yet hold the entire glans, causing her lips to bulge.
Teacher Ying's tongue roamed back and forth on my glans, her teeth gently biting my penis, spitting out some saliva that dripped onto the glans. She used her tongue to pry open the opening of my glans and pushed hard.
I almost ejaculated again, my body convulsing slightly. She seemed to sense it and released my penis. Turning back to me, she panted, "Suck it too, mine smells so good!" She spread her thighs, her pantyhose-clad buttocks pressing hard against my head. It seemed she had been aroused for a long time. Her beautiful petals opened and closed with her breath, sweet nectar flowing from her vagina. Her velvet pantyhose was soaked, her labia red, swollen, and very alluring.
My heart was racing. I sucked hard on her pantyhose with my tongue. The pantyhose did indeed have a fragrance, emitting a faint perfume scent. Kissing through the stockings felt so smooth and soft. Her vulva, clad in stockings, looked so smooth and delicate. I was deeply attracted.
At this moment, I was extremely excited, my heart was pounding, and my penis was throbbing. Unconsciously, a thick stream of semen shot straight into Teacher Ying's cherry-like mouth. Teacher Ying cried out in surprise, opened her small mouth, and sucked all the semen into her mouth. Then, with her sucking and licking, she made my almost limp penis hard again.
Under Teacher Ying's pressure, I used my teeth to bite the crotch of her alluring pantyhose, and without realizing it, I suddenly bit a hole in the crotch of her pantyhose. My tongue went in perfectly, parting her petals, the tip of my tongue touching the clitoris, licking it until Teacher Ying's thighs twitched wildly, and her buttocks swayed vigorously.
With my left index and middle fingers, I spread apart the labia on both sides of her vulva. At this moment, I could clearly see that Teacher Ying's exquisite secret place was smooth as a baby's, with two thin pink lips sandwiched between two thick lips, oozing a few drops of crystal liquid. I curled my tongue up and stuck it in, teasing the two thin lips with the tip of my tongue, especially the small fleshy ball at the tip. She instinctively began to wriggle her hips again. I slipped my tongue into the warm flesh, teasing and licking, and Teacher Ying's lower body continued to gush out fluid, her body trembling constantly. "Mmm...ah...so good...good...I...ah, ah...I feel so good...I can't take it anymore..." Teacher Ying suddenly cried out. This was the first time I had ever heard a woman moan in heat; it was so wanton.
She was sucking my penis hard, and I almost came again, my body convulsing slightly. She sensed it, so she released my penis and skillfully stroked it with her hand, temporarily suppressing my burning desire.
After a while, she stopped, turned her head to face me, and said: "Now I'll let you see my most mysterious place properly, and I'll explain its function to you." Teacher Ying blushed, reached down and pulled down her pantyhose to her calves, placed her legs on my head, and sat on my chest.
Look, these are the labia majora, and inside there's the labia minora. Oh, this is the clitoris, the most sensitive spot. This opening is the vaginal opening. She parted her labia, revealing the opening, and presented her peach-like vulva to me. This is where your penis goes in. I poked it with my finger, and Teacher Ying cried out softly: "Ah...ah...what are you doing?
" I couldn't resist any longer. I sat up and hugged Teacher Ying tightly, saying, "I know, let me try!" I brought my mouth to hers and licked her gradually hardening areolas and nipples in circles with the tip of my tongue, while also sucking passionately.
Hmm...that's it! Ah...perhaps it was the sensation from her nipples that made Teacher Ying moan like a whisper, while arching her thighs to clamp my body, her buttocks swaying restlessly up and down, seeking more stimulation. Noticing that Teacher Ying was aroused, I licked from her chest down to her navel with the tip of my tongue.
Ah...! Teacher Ying's body trembled as if electrocuted, and her lower abdomen involuntarily rose. I took the opportunity to lift the teacher's round buttocks, and saw white liquid continuously gushing from her vaginal opening, making the bed somewhat wet.
Teacher Ying's pantyhose were still hanging on her calves. I ripped them off, spread her thighs, and the pink petals and dark pubic hair were laid bare before my eyes—a breathtakingly beautiful sight.
Section Six: Exploring the Cave
I leaned down, sucking the sweet juices. Ah… Teacher Ying's hands gripped the sheets tightly, and she groaned.
After a long while, I grew tired, while Teacher Ying reached her climax.
Teacher Ying turned around and pinned me down again, moving her writhing desire to her thighs. She raised her legs to my chest and pressed them against me, as if demanding more intense caresses.
I let her body rest on mine, enjoying the pressure of her weight. I held Teacher Ying's body tightly with my left hand and lifted her buttocks with my right, admiring the fleshy texture there. My fingers traced the crevice between her two mounds, finding the wet, glistening opening.
Now Teacher Ying's juices had soaked my genitals. I hugged her neck, focusing all my attention on a hot kiss on her lips.
"Put it in..." Teacher Ying called out seductively.
I gripped my hot, hard penis with one hand, and with the other, I searched for her vaginal opening, wanting to insert it there. Teacher Ying responded by lowering her buttocks above me.
Because this was my first time, I thrust my penis upwards two or three times, but it only slid past her labia, unable to penetrate properly.
"How useless!" Teacher Ying suddenly said, grabbing my penis with her fingers and twisting her buttocks to try and swallow the glans.
I also thrust my hips upwards, and with the sliding sensation, I parted her labia, and the glans went in a little.
But my penis was too big! Ouch! It hurts, stop! Just as I was about to insert the entire penis, Teacher Ying screamed, lifting her buttocks to pull my penis out.
But once my glans entered Teacher Ying's vagina, it was like a magnet, unable to come off. Teacher Ying tried to stand up, but my glans followed her, unable to leave her vulva. "Pull it out quickly, it hurts so much!" Teacher Ying looked pained.
Seeing her expression, I wanted to withdraw too, but the more excited I became, the more my penis swelled up, its diameter increasing by half again as before, thanks to the moisture from her. It seemed her vaginal opening was tearing. "Ugh...ah..." Teacher Ying cried out in pain.
Her whole body convulsed, and I could feel a tingling sensation inside her labia and vaginal opening. I hadn't expected my first time to be like this, and Teacher Ying, having given birth before, shouldn't be experiencing such pain.
I held her tightly, kissing her, hoping that softening up before withdrawing would be better. "No, try going in slowly first. My vaginal walls are big enough," Teacher Ying refused to let me pull out.
She pressed her full body weight against me, holding me tightly, deeply sucking my penis in. Our bodies attacked each other like in battle, our genitals rubbing against each other.
I held her slender waist with one hand and grasped my engorged penis with the other, aiming at the center of her moist petals, and thrusting in with all my might.
With a soft "plop," my thick penis finally slid deep into her wet, fleshy hole. The depths of her hole seemed to writhe with joy at receiving a long-awaited penis.
"Ah…!" Teacher Ying couldn't help but throw her head back and groan loudly, "Good…good…finally…it's in…!" At the same time, her body was covered in fragrant sweat that flowed down like pearls!
Teacher Ying gently trembled her lower body and weakly whispered in my ear, "Come on top of me." Then she moved her body to the side.
My penis remained firmly attached to her vulva, and I slowly rotated my body, placing myself between Teacher Ying's legs. Her full, snow-white thighs swayed, gripping my waist, and her vaginal muscles twitched impatiently. But because our genitals were tightly joined, there was no movement at all.
I thrust hard on her buttocks, as if trying to pierce her uterus, but I could only move a little bit. Teacher Ying groaned with a mixture of pain and excitement… "Don't ejaculate inside me. If you can't pull out right away, just bear with it." Teacher Ying kissed me.
I held her tightly, sucking and kissing, pressing and licking her breasts, burying my face in their soft mounds, continuing this incessant sucking and licking.
During this time, Ms. Ying took the initiative with my body, swaying her hips, rubbing her tender flesh against my penis, breathing heavily, gradually increasing the intensity of her movements.
My penis swelled inside Ms. Ying's vagina, her lust rising wildly, her vagina overflowing with copious amounts of vaginal fluid, but my penis blocked it completely, not a drop escaped. My glans felt her inner walls filled with holy water, hot and clear. "
I never thought your penis could even take my breath away," Ms. Ying said in a hoarse, excited voice, as her body twisted and coiled like a giant snake, lifting her plump buttocks and simultaneously squeezing and rubbing my penis.
The numbing pleasure increased, our lust intensified, and her vagina flowed even more fluid.
Teacher Ying hugged my body tightly, spreading her legs almost to meet my enormous penis. Her feet, stretched out on the quilt, twitched restlessly, while her upper body arched back, emitting whimpering sounds.
My whole body became excited, so I thrust harder, trying to make some thrusting movements. Although each time I didn't move much, the stimulation to Teacher Ying was immense.
Ah…! Good… Darling… So good… Ah… Coming… Oh oh oh oh… Oh oh, ah ah… Ah ah ah… Teacher Ying continued her alluring cries. Her lower body could no longer support her, and she could only use her elbows to support her body to withstand my impact.
More… Harder! Amidst Teacher Ying's desire for orgasm mixed with her chaotic breathing and panting, I no longer had any thoughts of tenderness. I grabbed Teacher Ying's waist, making her support her body, and I tried my best to thrust my penis deep into Teacher Ying's flower to respond to her cries. The teacher's whole body trembled as she received me with all her might.
"Ah…! I…I can't take it anymore!! I…I can't take it anymore!! Ah…" Teacher Ying suddenly let out a high-pitched moan. Accompanied by a surge of heat shooting from the depths of her flower, it impacted the hard root of her desire.
Teacher Ying tilted her head back, her tightly furrowed brows and contracted abdomen, her long legs wrapping increasingly tightly around my waist, all as if she was desperately trying to hold back an uncontrollable climax. Stripped naked, Teacher Ying could no longer support herself; her arms stretched out limply, and she gasped for breath on the bed.
For some reason, I had involuntarily ejaculated when I saw Teacher Ying putting on her pantyhose earlier, but now, my penis, soaked in Teacher Ying's holy fluid, remained even harder. I continued my thrusts, penetrating deeper into her flower path more smoothly. After a while, it seemed that Teacher Ying had been brought back by my thrusts. Her snow-white buttocks spun like a millstone, her teeth clenched, her hair disheveled, and she kept moaning and groaning. "
Oh...oh...it seems...you won't...come...out...until...you...come...out...without...coming," Teacher Ying groaned. "I...am...coming...again...almost...let's...come...together...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...I lifted Teacher Ying's legs and pushed them towards her chest. This position allowed my penis to enter Teacher Ying's flower path more smoothly. Teacher Ying's lower body had already blossomed into an alluring flower.
"Oh...my god! Harder...again! Thrust...in!!" Teacher Ying let out a lovely moan.
I thrust straight in, penetrating Teacher Ying's flower path with all my might. Teacher Ying couldn't withstand such strong stimulation, "Ah...!!" "No...don't...I...I can't...can't take it anymore!!"
Ah… Teacher Ying shook her head violently, panting and begging for mercy! Her slender fingers gripped my arm tightly, trying to endure the surge of pleasure on her uterus. But under my continued assault, the teacher succumbed once again.
Teacher Ying's love juice gushed out like a fountain once again. With this climax, my endurance reached its limit. Soon, I felt an unusual stimulation on my glans, the pleasure growing stronger and stronger, eventually transforming into an indescribable joy.
Teacher Ying noticed the change in the pulsation of my penis inside her. "Don't ejaculate inside..." She tried to pull out, but the tight intercourse prevented her from doing so. "Oh! Don't be so fast, wait a minute!" But I, already in the final sprint, had already shot out like an arrow released from a bow. Her cries were completely useless! A fiery sensation erupted from deep within my body, accompanied by a numbingly intense pleasure, shooting through my glans and deep into her vagina. My body's spasms gradually slowed down. Finally, I calmed down completely. "Oh, your semen is so hot!" Teacher Ying, feeling the heat from the semen, hugged me tightly. I also hugged her tightly, savoring the sensation, my penis still inside Teacher Ying's vagina, unwilling to pull out.
Section Seven: Deep Affection
After a long while, the two of them finally recovered. My penis gradually shrank, and half of it could be pulled out of Teacher Ying's vagina.
Teacher Ying's vaginal opening still contained a large amount of a mixture of holy water and semen. She reached out her jade-like hand and touched it, saying, "This liquid is very nutritious. I've lost so much, I need to replenish it. Suck it into your mouth and feed it to me." I did as she said, pressing my mouth against her opening. The mixture of holy water and semen had a slightly pungent smell. I took a big gulp, then, mouth to mouth, fed the liquid to Teacher Ying. She drank it with relish.
"Ah, that felt so good! Wang Dang, you're really great! Tomorrow, let's try again. It seems you're still pretty good." Teacher Ying kept touching my genitals, saying happily.
"Teacher Ying, it was so horny just now," I said, gently rubbing her breasts. "
It's all because of your thing, it almost killed me." Teacher Ying said, patting my still swollen penis. "
You really are something! Oh, it's so unlucky to have such a big penis like yours." My vagina is so painful, I don't know if I can walk tomorrow. I just had vaginal tightening surgery a few days ago, and it was so hard to shrink my vagina, but you made it so big again. Teacher Ying used four fingers together to insert into her vagina. It was a little loose, and it went in easily.
I kissed Teacher Ying and said, "Teacher Ying, you're so good!" After hearing my words, she touched my glans with her hand, lay in my arms, and said coquettishly, "What? Call me Sister Ying." Oh, it's already five o'clock, go to sleep, I have things to do tomorrow, Sunday," Teacher Ying said.
I didn't expect it to take so long, I was also surprised.
But with Teacher Ying constantly touching my lower body, I couldn't help but get aroused, and I turned around and pressed myself against Teacher Ying again.
Teacher Ying was a little unwilling and said, "No, my lower body is so painful, I don't know if I can walk tomorrow." I didn't care about that, and with one hand, I put Teacher Ying in a doggy-style position. Although Teacher Ying was not very willing, with my strong stimulation and her own unquenched desire, she let me penetrate her vagina from behind. "
Oh
... oh
... I took a few deep breaths, then pounced onto Ms. Ying's naked, lamb-like body, my penis still inside her vagina, moving incessantly. Ms. Ying was exhausted; she gripped my genitals with both hands, trying to stop me. After a while, she suddenly let out a low cry of pain and fainted. I kissed Ms. Ying's small mouth for a long time before realizing she was unconscious. Her genitals were slightly abraded from my vigorous movements, with some blood. But I was powerless to help; this kind of lovemaking was too exhausting. I could only lie on top of her and we fell asleep in each other's arms… But from that moment on, the teacher-student relationship was over; it had degenerated into a sexual relationship between a man and a woman.

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