The teacher's two men

When I woke up, it was exactly three in the morning. I struggled to sit up, trying to prop myself up, but my body felt like it was falling apart, and with his arm and leg pressing down on me, I couldn't move. Turning my head to look at him sleeping beside me, I remembered the absurdity of our previous encounter—four times in three hours, almost non-stop. A mix of emotions welled up inside me, a sweetness mixed with a touch of bittersweetness.
His name was Ding Li. Wasn't his name powerful? I thought so too. He was my husband in the legal sense, the man I relied on most, and the man I wanted to spend my life with.
"Awake!" Ding Li opened his eyes and smiled at me as I was lost in thought.
"Yeah!" I nodded and smiled.
He sat up against the headboard, reaching out to pull me into his arms. My head rested on his chest, the strong beating of his heart giving me an indescribable sense of security.
"You don't take good care of yourself," I said, stroking his chest with one hand.
"You're so alluring, I missed you so much, I just couldn't control myself!" Ding Li chuckled, reaching out to grab my breast, pinching and kneading the nipple between two fingers, saying, "You're my little vixen, I don't know why, I can never get enough of you." "You scoundrel!" I lightly patted his chest.
"I am a scoundrel, but just now I don't know who was shouting for their dear brother to fuck me quickly, look, my little brother is waving to you!" Ding Li said, moving the hand that was holding me down to my buttocks, patting them twice.
"Ah!" I exclaimed and looked down at his lower body, Ding Li's little Ding Li was getting bigger little by little, standing up like a warrior, I reached out and touched it, it bounced at me, and seemed to have grown even bigger.
"What should I do?" Ding Li asked in distress.
Ding Li's breathing became heavier, and the force of his kneading of my breasts and buttocks increased a lot, I knew he wanted to fuck me again.
"I'm so tired, my whole body feels like it's falling apart..." Before I could finish speaking, Ding Li rolled over and pinned me beneath him. With a thrust, his large penis expertly forced its way into my vagina. Having been fucked four times that night, the countless frictions made my lower body burn with pain. I quickly said, "Be gentle, my lower body is swollen." Hearing this, Ding Li, who was ready to pounce, rolled over and lay down on the bed, his little brother throbbing erect. I, already prepared to be fucked again, asked in confusion, "What's wrong?" Ding Li said helplessly, "You're all swollen, I'm afraid if I fuck you too hard, I won't be able to fuck you anymore." "Silly boy, now you know how to care about me? You fucked me so hard before, what were you doing all this time?" I rolled over and leaned against his chest again, stroking his large penis. "Aren't you uncomfortable like this?" "Just bear with it," Ding Li said.
I felt incredibly happy and sweet inside, knowing he truly cared for me. I got up and gently kissed him on the cheek, then guided his large penis into my mouth little by little. This was the first time I had willingly and proactively given oral sex to a man.
...
My name is Bi Chunling, I'm twenty-six years old, and I'm an English teacher. Three years ago, my boyfriend, Shang Jian, and I came to this county to begin our teaching careers.
"Xiao Jian, when are we getting married? My parents are pressuring us again," I asked, leaning against Shang Jian's chest after our intimate moment.
"We haven't even bought a house yet, how can we get married?" Shang Jian said impatiently.
He gets upset whenever I mention marriage, always finding excuses to brush it off. Normally, if he's unhappy, I wouldn't bring it up, but not this time. My family has been pressuring me several times; my mother said she'd disown me if I didn't get married soon. I sat up and said, "I've saved some money over the years, plus yours, it'll definitely be enough for a down payment. We can use our housing provident fund to pay the rest, and then use the remaining money for renovations and the wedding banquet. What do you think?" "We'll see," Shang Jian glanced at me, then turned to go back to sleep.
"Shang Jian, we've already got our marriage certificate, Shang Jian," I shook him, but he didn't react. I got a little angry and lay down with my back to him.
These unpleasant conversations happen every few days, and I'm getting annoyed, but I have to keep bringing it up.
The next morning, I got up early, made breakfast, and rushed to school. I was in charge of morning reading that day. Just as I arrived at the school gate, I saw Mr. Ding, the PE teacher, lingering there, looking preoccupied. He waved to me as I rode my electric scooter and led me aside. I asked hesitantly, "Mr. Ding, is something wrong?" "Has Mr. Shang arrived yet?" Mr. Ding looked behind him and asked.
"He'll be waiting a while. Is something wrong?" I said, blushing. Everyone at school knew that Shang Jian and I were boyfriend and girlfriend, and they also knew we lived together. After all, we weren't married yet, and they didn't know we'd gotten our marriage certificate.
Mr. Ding hesitated for a long time before finally saying, "Well, I need your help with something, but I need to discuss it with Mr. Shang first."
"I'll go to your house during the National Day holiday," I said, somewhat embarrassed.
"Well, my cousin is getting married in October, and my mom asked me to bring you back so we can share in the joy." Teacher Ding looked a little embarrassed, scratching her head as she said, "I know it's a bit awkward, so I was afraid Teacher Shang might misunderstand, so I thought I'd invite you two to come along." "This…," I hesitated, looking awkwardly at Shang Jian, the one who started this whole thing.
Seeing me looking at him for a question, Shang Jian immediately said, "I have to spend October with my mom and my aunt, I don't have time." "Then I…" Before I could finish, Shang Jian interrupted, "You and Teacher Ding go, it's alright, I trust Teacher Ding's character." "Shang Jian!" I raised my voice, feeling a little aggrieved.
Shang Jian, however, nonchalantly replied, "What's wrong? Are you afraid Teacher Ding will do something to you?" Already angry about yesterday's house purchase and wedding arrangements, I was completely enraged by Shang Jian's indifference. I shouted, "Fine, I'll go!" "Teacher Shang, if you don't go, this...this isn't good, is it?" Teacher Ding hesitated, but also seemed relieved.
"It's alright, I trust your character." Shang Jian said, standing up and walking towards the buffet table.
Tonight, Teacher Ding was treating us to a buffet. While buffets weren't uncommon in this small city, this one was quite high-end, costing 198 yuan per person, much more expensive than ordinary restaurants.
Teacher Ding had a reason for inviting Shang Jian and me to his hometown for his cousin's wedding. The incident happened this May Day. For a while, Teacher Ding was always looking worried. He and Shang Jian were good friends and both loved playing basketball. One day, after they finished playing, Shang Jian asked him why he always seemed so preoccupied. Teacher Ding sighed and said his family was pressuring him to get married again, but he didn't even have a girlfriend, let alone be talking about marriage.
Let's talk about Teacher Ding's situation first. He came from a rural area in the county. After graduating from sports school, he came to the school to teach physical education and also served as the assistant coach and captain of the county basketball team. He originally had the opportunity to stay in a big city, but he gave up the opportunity to return to this small county to take care of his elderly parents. His family wasn't well-off; he had to borrow money from relatives and friends to pay for his university education. It took him two years of work to pay off the debts, but he had also missed the best time to get married because housing prices had risen, and risen rapidly. He did have a few girlfriends, but as soon as they heard that his family was from the countryside and that he didn't have a house in the county, they all broke up with him one by one with various excuses.
After several failed attempts at dating, he gave up. He lived alone in the school's dormitory, eating very simply with almost no expenses. He used all his income and borrowed some money from friends to lease an orchard outside the village. The orchard brought in a good income, but it was still not enough to buy a house in the city. Last year, his family's fortunes changed. A highway in the county passed through his orchard, and the land was expropriated. The government compensated his family with more than ten million yuan, making them rich overnight. Matchmakers came knocking on his door, but he didn't like any of them. He always felt that the girls who came to his door were after his family's money, not him as a person. So, at thirty-five, he was still single. But his elderly parents only had him as their son, so how could they not be anxious? Before
May Day, his mother called him and asked him to come home for a blind date. He refused, but he couldn't go against his mother's wishes, so he had to tell her that he already had a girlfriend. This made his mother very excited. She kept complaining that he had a girlfriend and didn't tell her, saying that she would come over to see her future daughter-in-law on the weekend.
"Is that all?" Shang Jian chuckled. "That's easy, just find a woman to pretend to be your girlfriend!" "But where can I find a suitable one right now?" Ding Li was troubled. When he was poor, he didn't want to associate with girls, and those who knew his background didn't want to get too close to him. Now that he had money, many girls and teachers approached him, but he didn't like any of them.
"What do you think of my girlfriend, Chunling?" Shang Jian smiled mischievously.
Ding Li was taken aback and asked, puzzled, "What do you mean by 'what do you mean'?" Shang Jian blinked and asked, "I said, how about having her pretend to be your girlfriend?" Ding Li said with a troubled expression, "That sounds good, but don't you mind?" "Pretend? You're not thinking of making it real, are you?" Ding Li asked uncertainly, "How could I? She's your girlfriend, would she agree?" Shang Jian patted his chest and readily agreed, "No problem, I've got it covered!" "Thank you!" Ding Li said sincerely.
"But I have a small request!" Shang Jian said, rubbing his hands together with some difficulty.
"What is it? Tell me! You've helped me so much, if it's within my power, I'll definitely do it!" Ding Li patted his chest enthusiastically.
"I'm a little short on cash this month, could you lend me some money?" Shang Jian said with a troubled expression.
"You're gambling," Ding Li shook his head, took out his wallet from his pocket, counted out two thousand yuan, and handed it to Shang Jian. "Nine out of ten gamblers lose everything, don't gamble anymore." "I know, I know," Shang Jian took the money with a smile. When they parted, he didn't forget to tell Ding Li not to tell me about his gambling. This was something Ding Li told me after I started following him. Shang Jian often gambled, and he had terrible luck, losing nine out of ten times, and each time he lost at least three to five hundred yuan. Until...
I had arranged with Shang Jian to visit my parents during the May Day holiday, but... sigh, I couldn't resist Shang Jian's persistent pleading and my sympathy for Teacher Ding Li, so I agreed.
During the three-day May Day holiday, I was Ding Li's girlfriend for three days. During those three days, I was taken care of meticulously by Teacher Ding's mother. Yes, I was taken care of by Teacher Ding's nearly sixty-year-old mother. She doted on me like her own daughter. Dressed simply, even a little shabby, she bought me clothes worth hundreds or thousands of yuan without batting an eye. When we ate together, she always put food on my plate and always agreed with me. Living far from home, I hadn't felt this kind of motherly care in a long time. Occasionally, when I went to Shang Jian's house, I would always rush to do chores, but I still couldn't get the approval of his family. Sigh, they are all elderly, why is there such a big difference
...
I spent four of the seven days of the National Day holiday at Teacher Ding's house. His family moved from the countryside to the town two years ago, bought a piece of land, and built a three-story detached house with tiled exterior walls. It was stylish and beautiful.
Teacher Ding's cousin doesn't live in town; he's still in the countryside, but he's no longer neglecting farming. He helps out at Teacher Ding's family's bean product factory, working as a small foreman, managing over ten people. Don't underestimate Teacher Ding's bean product factory. Its tofu, bean curd sheets, dried tofu, and boxed tofu have captured 80-90% of the market share in the county and surrounding areas. Even in the provincial capital, you can buy Ding Laoshi brand boxed tofu. The annual profit is three to four million yuan (this is what my current mother-in-law told me; she even said she'd hand over the factory to me after we get married—I'm so embarrassed…).
Weddings in the countryside are very complicated, especially in remote rural areas, unlike in the city where everything is handled perfectly as long as you're willing to pay.
The day before the wedding, Teacher Ding's mother took me to visit relatives from house to house. She introduced everyone she knew: "This is Third Aunt, that's Fifth Aunt, that's Third Uncle, and this is your maternal uncle's wife..." I didn't remember many of them; I just followed Teacher Ding's mother's instructions and greeted them. I guess they remembered me, though—Teacher Ding's daughter-in-law, a city girl, also a teacher, and a foreign language teacher at that.
After walking all day in high heels, my ankles ached, and I even had a blister on the sole of my foot. That evening, Teacher Ding squatted down to wash my feet with hot water. How could I agree to that? I quickly declined. Just then, Teacher Ding's mother appeared at the door and said, "Ling'er, let Ali wash your feet. You've been walking around all day, it's all my fault. I didn't consider that it's inconvenient for you in high heels. It's not shameful for a man to wash his woman's feet! After washing your feet, you two should rest early." She then closed the door.
This was the first time a man had ever washed my feet. Even Shang Jian had never done it. What did it feel like? A tingling, numb sensation, like an electric current shooting up from the soles of my feet, instantly raising my body temperature.
After washing my feet, Teacher Ding used the same water to wash himself. This action made me incredibly embarrassed, and I felt uncomfortable all over. My body temperature, which had just returned to normal, spiked again.
Looking at the only bed and the only blanket in the room, I was at a loss again. Teacher Ding noticed my predicament and offered to sleep on the floor like last night. I thought about it but didn't agree to let him sleep on the floor. Even though it was October, sleeping on the floor without any bedding was really inappropriate. "
I'll sleep inside, you sleep outside!" I said, blushing. "
Okay!" Teacher Ding agreed after thinking for a moment, but only half of his body was on the bed, the other half hanging outside.
I hadn't slept well last night. This was the first time I'd slept in the same bed with a strange man, and I was constantly afraid.
I consider myself a very traditional woman. Shang Jian is my first man, and I hope he will be my only man. I love him, and I don't want to do anything to betray him.
After forcing myself to stay awake for a long time, I finally succumbed to the overwhelming drowsiness and drifted off to sleep. When I woke up, I found myself curled up in the corner between the bed and the wall, the towel that had been tied around our waists twisted into a pretzel and wrapped around myself. I was a little groggy when I woke up, but when I sat up, I saw Teacher Ding sitting on the other side of the bed, staring at me blankly. My face flushed, and I gently called out "Teacher Ding," before he snapped out of his reverie, awkwardly scratching his already short hair.
After washing up, the family drove back to our rural hometown. Today, Teacher Ding was going to accompany his cousin, the groom, to the next village to pick up his bride, and I, as the Ding family's daughter-in-law, would be accompanying my "future mother-in-law."
People kept coming up to inquire about my identity, and Teacher Ding's mother tirelessly answered their questions. Ding Li's girlfriend, the Ding family's daughter-in-law—that was my label, but it brought me quite a bit of trouble... Although I didn't possess the beauty to make fish sink and geese fall from the sky, or the beauty to shame the moon and flowers, I was still considered quite pretty, the youthful and beautiful type. In particular, my figure was impeccable: 1.63 meters tall, 50 kilograms, with a perfect 33-24-36 figure. A tight-fitting, waist-cinching, frayed-edge long dress perfectly outlined my exquisite, curvaceous figure, and paired with calfskin high heels, I stood in the crowd like a princess, becoming the focus of everyone's attention, attracting countless envious and greedy glances, and earning Ding Li's family a lot of face in front of their relatives and friends.
We returned to the county town the day after the wedding, having stayed at Teacher Ding's house for three nights in total. Those three nights were filled with anxiety.
There's a saying, "There are beasts and beasts, but I don't know if Teacher Ding is less than a beast, but I felt a sense of reliable security from him."
Back in the county town, I dragged my tired body back to the rented house with the many local specialties Teacher Ding had given me. Shang Jian is a local, but his family isn't well-off; they only have a small two-bedroom apartment. Currently, his parents and grandparents live there. His grandparents originally had a house, but when Shang Jian was a junior in college, his uncle's son took it as his wedding home. They promised to buy a new house and move out in a year or two, but four or five years have passed, and they show no intention of buying a house at all, not even mentioning it anymore.
I'm from out of town, and according to the rules, I'm supposed to have a dormitory room at school. It's not big, and I have to share with another girl, but at least it's a little place. However, to be with Shang Jian, I rented a place outside. I only use the school dormitory for a nap when I'm extremely sleepy at noon.
"Shang Jian, Shang Jian, come help me!" I called out several times from the doorway, but no one answered. Was he not home? But I clearly saw his electric scooter downstairs.
I changed into slippers and carried two large bags into the kitchen. Before I could even tidy them up, I pushed open the half-closed door to the inner room. It was very clean and tidy, just like the day I left.
Shang Jian hasn't been staying here for the past few days, but where could he be? There's no place for him at their house right now. Could he be at a friend's house? With these doubts, I took out my phone and called. The call went through, and I heard his phone ring and the sound of a key opening the door.
"Shang Jian, where have you been?" I walked to the door and saw a tired-looking Shang Jian.
Shang Jian glanced at me listlessly and said, "I went to a friend's house." He then stumbled into the inner room, flopped onto the bed, and fell fast asleep. Looking at the exhausted Shang Jian, I shook my head helplessly, gently closed the door, and went back to the kitchen to organize the local specialties I'd brought from Ding Li's hometown. They were basically just some coarse grains and homemade dried persimmons and sweet potatoes. Uh, I reached into the bottom of the bag and pulled out a thick red envelope containing a stack of brand-new, consecutively numbered 100-yuan bills—fifty bills from 01 to 50, totaling five thousand yuan. I stood in the kitchen for a while, then went to the bedroom to wake the sleeping Shang Jian. But no matter how much I called or shook him, he remained fast asleep. Finally, I had no choice but to put the money in the bookshelf, thinking I'd tell Shang Jian about it when he woke up. But in that moment of distraction, I completely forgot about it.
When Shang Jian woke up, it was already past 7 PM. I had prepared everything long ago and was waiting for him. After dinner, I took a shower and prepared for bed. I hadn't slept well at Teacher Ding's house for the past few days; I was so tired and sleepy. I rented an old-style apartment building. The bathroom window was small and sealed off. Besides, it was just Shang Jian and me in the apartment, so we didn't lock the shower door, just left it slightly ajar. This made it easier to talk and added a lot of ambiance. For example, this time, as soon as I went in, took off my clothes, and turned on the shower, Shang Jian leaned against the doorway with a wicked grin, watching me. Of course, I knew what his gaze meant, but I pretended not to notice. He deliberately rubbed my full breasts with one hand and his genitals with the other, making lewd moans. I glanced at Shang Jian and saw his eyes were fixed, his breathing was heavy, and even his penis was erect. I knew the time was right, so I turned my head slightly and said in a dazed voice, "Shang Jian, take me!"
As expected, Shang Jian rushed in. I was prepared; I was already facing him with my back against the wall when he rushed in. He hurriedly pulled out his penis and rammed it into me.
"Ouch!" I felt a burning pain. The lubricating effect of the water was different from the vaginal secretions. I put one hand on Shang Jian's shoulder and grabbed his penis with the other. While slowly pushing his penis in, I was also kneading my own cunt. Gradually, Shang Jian's thrusting frequency increased, and his entire penis was swallowed by my cunt. I held his head with both hands, while his hands lifted my legs. His mouth was biting my breasts. He pounded into me like a pile driver. After pounding and thrusting into me dozens of times, he put me down and patted my buttocks. Of course, I understood what he meant. I kissed him first, turned my back, put my hands on the wall, raised my buttocks, and spread my legs slightly. But before I was ready, his penis slammed into my buttocks and hit my anus. I knew he did it on purpose. He had wanted to fuck my anus for a long time, but I thought it was dirty and had never agreed to it. I reached out and grabbed his penis and stuffed it into my cunt.
As he thrust in and out again, my moans echoed through the one-bedroom apartment. His hands kneaded my breasts incessantly, giving me an indescribable feeling. I tried to turn and kiss him; the feeling was intoxicating. At that moment, I felt so happy to be a woman.
After dozens of thrusts, he slapped my buttocks again and sat on the toilet. I paused for a moment, then straddled him, holding his penis. His hands lifted and kneaded my buttocks, while he gently bit my breasts. My whole body felt like it was being electrocuted; I knew I was about to climax. He, too, was close to reaching his peak after hundreds of thrusts. Finally, stimulated by a surge of hot semen, I tilted my head back and let out a soft moan as I reached orgasm.
Since Shang Jian and I got our marriage certificate last year, I haven't used any contraception or asked him to wear a condom. He always ejaculates inside. But for some reason, I haven't gotten pregnant. At first, I thought it was a problem with me, so I secretly went to the hospital for a checkup. The results showed I was perfectly healthy. Then I made him get tested too, both of us, to avoid arousing his suspicion and to confirm the results again. The results showed we were both normal, with absolutely no problems, but I still can't conceive.
I hope I can get pregnant this time! I think to myself, if I can get pregnant, Shang Jian will have no reason not to marry me.

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