Help the teacher take a bath

Look at this gorgeous, talented young woman behind me! She's my university professor and our class advisor, paying me 8000 yuan a month (completely misinterpreting the meaning of a student assistant's salary...). We just had sex, and now she's pressing her breasts tightly against my broad back muscles. Isn't that enviable?
But when I look in the rearview mirror, she's buried her face in my back, looking like she's ashamed. What? She wasn't like this last time she rode my motorcycle back to school, ruining my chance to show off.
But thinking about it, I couldn't be too harsh on her. She had just finished playing basketball for several hours, covered in sweat and looking disheveled. On top of that, she had been forced into a humiliating performance by a student, who ejaculated inside her. Not only that, she was so enjoying it that she forgot to wipe herself clean before getting on the bike, and the semen continued to flow from her vagina, first soaking her underwear and then sticking to my motorcycle seat. Even if passersby didn't know, she knew best what she had just done. To allow this forbidden love to happen without stopping it, and for it to happen without going against her own will, she was a blatant perpetrator of deliberate omission!
I looked at the teacher who was using my jersey as a cover to hide her face. I had originally wanted to tease her a little, thinking of riding to the place where my classmates worked so that the teacher would be exposed or something, but in the end, I thought better of it. I tried to buy all the food and drinks without getting off the bike, and then obediently took her back to her dormitory.
As soon as I parked the motorcycle, I rushed off, wanting to see just how wet the teacher's crotch would be the moment she lifted her long legs to get off. But the teacher, completely oblivious to my malice, got off as usual, revealing a shockingly large, exaggeratedly wet patch in the mysterious triangle area where her legs met. A small portion was sweat that had been soaked and dried repeatedly, but the majority was the masterpiece of our bodily fluids.
I've now collected another CG image: "Beautiful woman lifts her leg, the mess in her crotch stuns 1.3 billion people." I almost laughed out loud with smugness. The teacher, noticing her embarrassment, quickly went into the bedroom to change into a dry short-sleeved shirt and pants before we had dinner together in the living room.
As the teacher's long-term caregiver, I skillfully prepared the tableware, then sat down with the teacher at the small coffee table to eat. She faced the television, and I faced her; it was a warm, cozy scene, like a small family. During our conversation, we made no mention of the bizarre encounter we had just had.
"Why aren't you eating, teacher?" Seeing that the boss hadn't started eating yet, I obediently put down my tableware.
"My hands are shaking so badly I can't hold the chopsticks," the teacher pouted.
"Huh? Haven't you finished metabolizing the lactic acid yet?" I hadn't expected the teacher to be so overconfident. With such thin arms, doing 40 push-ups on her first try—no wonder they were shaking!
"This has nothing to do with lactic acid, it's a muscle strain. Actually, the accumulation of lactic acid rarely causes muscle soreness." The teacher massaged both arms, correcting my incorrect medical physiology knowledge.
"Feed me, ah..." As she spoke, the teacher suddenly opened her cherry-like mouth, and comically opened it to a very wide range, like the cute hippo cartoon Lulumi. I then realized that the teacher's teeth were perfect, just like in the textbook, not only straight and white, but also without a single cavity or filling.
So, while feeding this naughty girl who was taking the opportunity to be lazy and not eat properly, the teacher and I watched TV together. However, Taiwan's television production environment has been corrupted by the long-term control of the Mainlanders, filled with plagiarism, low quality, product placement, and talentless old men. We can only helplessly choose to watch TV news, but the TV news reporters are also ridiculously bad. They say things like "gravity acceleration" as "gravity plus speed" or "gravity + speed", and "car speed 50 hr/m" (), which are all basic science knowledge at the junior high school level. If the Taiwanese government wants to improve the public's education level, shouldn't it first educate these reporters who spread so many wrong information every day? Those who do not have a junior high school education level are prohibited from working in the journalism industry!
"This is too outrageous. Is he singing while questioning Ko Wen-je?" The teacher looked at Taipei City Councilor Li Geng Guifang's third-rate comedian performance, trying to maintain his image while eating, but he was so angry that he almost spat rice all over my face.
"Who's that guy trying to boost his name recognition? Asking Ko Wen-je if he knows which constituency he's in, what his name is? Seriously!" The teacher grumbled, baring her teeth. Honestly, I had no idea who he was.
Even in her climax, the teacher hadn't shown such an expression. She was rolling her eyes in anger, yet she had to keep chewing the food I'd stuffed into her mouth, looking utterly ridiculous. But I felt even more respect for her. She wasn't the kind of person who stayed in an ivory tower, thinking that writing a few more papers would make society better. Although her outstanding academic achievements had a very limited impact on the legal profession, she never considered her efforts in democracy, human rights, and rule of law education as pointless.
"I'll write an editorial tomorrow to rant about these lazy, good-for-nothing legislators," the teacher said, her cheeks puffed out, whether from pouting or from being stuffed with food.
"Hey, eat less fried food from now on, go to the buffet and buy more vegetables to bring home, make your nutrition more balanced," the teacher suddenly blurted out.
"Okay, that's good for your health and endurance." I accepted the teacher's advice meaningfully. Later, I realized that whether it was the suggestion to join the department basketball team, the dietary advice, or even the unique teaching method that had been almost exclusively for me for so long, it all came from the purest and most innocent love of a girl who had never had a normal relationship with a man, yet had put her heart into it.
"Ah...so full, so full." The teacher, with her firm and muscular belly, vaguely showing the lines of her abs, sprawled contentedly on the sofa. She hadn't eaten much at all. Seeing that there was still a third of the chicken cutlet rice bento left, I, like a high school boy in the ambiguous stage of a relationship, tentatively ate all of the teacher's leftovers, and even deliberately used the teacher's utensils to satisfy my desire for an indirect kiss with the teacher.
"Old Su..." I started to feel guilty after eating.
"What?" The teacher's hands fell limply to her sides, and she lay lazily on the sofa, only turning her head slightly in my direction to ask.
"I want to watch TV, can I sit on the sofa?" Actually, I just wanted to sit next to the teacher.
"You're the second highest-ranking person in this house, of course," the teacher said expressionlessly.
I was briefly thrilled when she continued, "When Chen Xiangyi comes to see me, you're third. If I get a dog or a cat, you're fourth. When the delivery guy comes, you're fifth. And if some ungrateful cockroach or rat runs out, you're sixth..." Then she burst into a bizarre laugh, bending over with laughter, but her hands remained awkwardly in their original positions, as if dislocated.
"Hmph." Damn it, even the delivery guy is higher up than me. Although she had tricked me again, seeing her adorable, almost dying-laughing face, I wasn't angry. I just obediently sat beside her, enjoying this rare moment of warmth and leisure.
We went on a tirade against the Taipei City councilors, and incidentally satirized those reporters who hadn't paid attention in junior high. Our dinner was starting to digest, and then she stood up, leaning her shoulders toward me like she had a disability in both hands, and said expressionlessly, "Help me take a bath."
Pfft! Although I hadn't expected things to develop this way, I was still figuring out how to make the first move when she actually made the request.
I didn't know how to react for a moment. If I showed too much joy, wouldn't I just look like a lecherous bastard? But no matter what, I couldn't refuse such a great opportunity to show my gentleness and consideration. I stood there for a while, then stood up and slowly approached her with my strong body, which was half a head taller than her. She didn't know what I was going to do, so she had nowhere left to retreat but stood against the wall.
I casually placed my right hand on the wall above the teacher, and said with deep affection, "Knight Xiaoping will gladly go through fire and water to fulfill Princess Xiangyi's request." I was practically about to kiss her.
The teacher tilted her head slightly, looking at this seemingly mentally challenged 19-year-old college freshman before her, and said expressionlessly, "My 'first time' was stolen by you, you idiot..."
Although I was called an idiot, I achieved a new accomplishment: "wall-slamming" my teacher. While she was clueless about romance, unlike the heroines in idol dramas who are overjoyed by a romantic wall-slam, I outwardly walked dejectedly into the bathroom with my head down. But inside, I was secretly delighted, especially when I heard a chuckle behind me. I knew that beneath her mature 25-year-old exterior, the innocent girl at heart still craved a touch of romance that seemed out of place in her teaching life.
The teacher readily stripped naked, but I felt a strange sense of shyness, because I wouldn't easily expose my penis to a girl unless there was an opportunity for sex. I thought I should first wash the teacher's body while wearing my already filthy jersey and shorts, and then wash away the day's fatigue and grime myself.
The teacher didn't seem to mind that I was still dressed; she brought me a small stool to sit on, while she sat on the edge of the bathtub, her hands hanging down shyly, but still using the inside of her upper arms to cover her nipples. Her legs were straight and together, temporarily letting her soft, dark pubic hair cover her sexy mons pubis, making her look like a pure angel, completely unlike the slut who usually strips down and demonstrates criminal acts with her body to students.
"Teacher, which side should I wash first?" I squeezed some shower gel into my hands and asked nervously.
"From top to bottom," the teacher innocently looked up, indicating that I should start washing her hair.
Wow… So I first evenly applied the shower gel around the teacher's shoulders, then squeezed out some more shampoo and applied it to her sweat-dampened hair. I added some water, had the teacher turn around, and began gently massaging her hair and scalp with my fingertips.
The teacher's hair was quite long, but the length was just right, so I didn't need to go to a hair salon to have it washed, which was a relief for me. Because while I was washing her hair, she naturally closed her eyes, allowing me to properly admire her perfect figure.
As I washed her hair, I also leered at her alluring, wet body from top to bottom. Her waist was truly without an ounce of fat. Even without showing her nipples, just tracing her beautiful back from behind was enough to create a timeless masterpiece of female nude art. And her firm buttocks were of a perfect size. The lines from her smooth back, the exposed side breast, all the way to her peach-like buttocks were a beautiful contour composed of countless perfect golden ratio curves.
I rinsed off the shampoo foam, lightly dried the teacher's hair, and then she tossed her hair behind her back, turning to face me like a lotus emerging from water, opening her eyes, and asking me to start washing her body.
"Teacher," I said, "wouldn't what we're doing constitute a 'status offense,' like Article 122 of the Criminal Code, which states: 'Any public official or arbitrator who, through acts contrary to their duties, demands, makes promises, or accepts bribes or other improper benefits, shall be sentenced to imprisonment for not less than three years but not more than ten years, and may also be fined not more than seven thousand yuan.' After all, helping you bathe isn't part of your or my job, but a public university professor is considered a public official."
"No, no, no, firstly, Article 10 of the Criminal Law defines a civil servant, commonly known as an authorized civil servant: 'A person who performs public affairs in accordance with the law and has the authority of a legal position.' I don't have any administrative position, so I don't count as an authorized civil servant. Secondly, even if I forced you to help me take a bath, it's neither an act within the scope of Article 121 nor a violation of the duties of a civil servant under this article. Even if I gained an improper benefit, the elements of the crime are still not applicable." The teacher started to use his professional habit again, analyzing the situation righteously while being touched all over his body.
"So that bastard Lin Yi-shih isn't considered corrupt? Because taking money to do things isn't his 'duty,' nor does it 'violate' his duties. He just treats 'voter service,' which involves receiving large sums of money, as his job." I rubbed my teacher's shoulders, but all I could think about was grilling that Matsusaka pig, Lin Yi-shih.
"Yeah, the Secretary-General of the Executive Yuan, at this point, has no 'substantial influence.' Taking money to arrange things isn't an official act, nor is it a violation of his duties. At most, his actions can only be considered fraud or intimidation." My teacher shook his head helplessly.
"Damn it!" In a fit of anger, I used the bath sponge in my hand like a dishcloth, scrubbing my teacher's shoulders hard. My teacher cried out in pain, "I didn't write the verdict! I was just speculating on how the judge exonerated someone with a high-ranking party membership card!"
"Thank you, thank you." I suppressed my anger and gently patted my teacher's shoulder to make the pain go away.
The teacher smiled as she watched my indignant reaction, seemingly in a good mood.
"Xiaoping."
"Hmm?"
"Can I sing?" The teacher, enjoying my gentle scrubbing of her neck and shoulders, suddenly spoke up.
"This is your home." I focused intently on caressing every inch of the teacher's skin, not finding it strenuous at all. Hearing that the teacher was going to sing made me even happier. I thought singing in the shower was a habit of the teacher's, but she hadn't sung when we showered together last time, probably because she was reserved; this time, however, she had taken the initiative to make such a request, so I thought she was already quite used to being with me. The
song she sang next was even more unexpected. I had thought she would sing something like "Lulala...Lulala..." or "I Love Taking a Bath"—a children's song style—but she sang a song that didn't belong to my generation.
"I always inadvertently wander into the forest of sorrow,
thinking my dormant love is awakened again in the middle of the night.
I always unconsciously recall your panicked eyes,
like your departing figure, still leaning against me.
Alone, I walk the streets where couples stroll,
forgetting what I'm looking for. Waiting for tomorrow, or turning back?
I always want to have something again only after losing it. If time could flow backward,
would the fireworks in the night sky, reflected in your heart, stir up those long-buried memories?
I always want to turn back only after parting, no matter how lonely the waiting is.
The fireworks in the night sky, reflected in my heart, are endless and eternal."
Oh my god, the teacher's sweet and affectionate voice sings this song so beautifully! But what song is this? The lyrics contain both sadness and a sense of boundless hope; at least the fleeting and beautiful memory of the dazzling fireworks can be unforgettable. Sigh, the more I listen, the more I want to cry!
"The fireworks in the night sky are etched in my heart, an endless eternity." The teacher gently swayed her head, adding a touch of lightness, as if repeating the lyrics over and over again. I glanced at her and gave her a meaningful smile. Perhaps she was implying that our relationship, like fireworks, would be fleeting, leaving only a brief but profound beauty. But as I said before, I didn't care how far I could go with her in life. Even just one smile from her would be my most unforgettable memory.
I gently stroked her body as if polishing the most expensive glasswork, especially around her nipples. I was so afraid that if I used too much force and her nipples became erect, it would be a desecration of her pure and beautiful appearance. But things didn't go as planned. As soon as I touched her tender breast, the nipples on her nipples were already perky!
I frowned, a little annoyed that the teacher was ruining the atmosphere, and glared at her with my head tilted. The teacher blushed and smiled shyly, pursing her lips.
"Teacher, whose song was that just now?" I asked, ignoring the teacher's firm pink nipples, trying to ease the awkwardness.
"It's 'Fourth Prince's' song," the teacher replied with a smile.
"The Fourth Prince from 'Scarlet Heart'?" Actually, I had no idea who he was. I just saw a very handsome young man on TV, and people didn't call him by his real name, they all called him Fourth Prince.
"There used to be a three-person idol group in Taiwan called 'Little Tigers.' One of the members, Nicky Wu, released a few albums after going solo, and only recently became popular again through acting in TV dramas." The teacher explained this old entertainment information to me. Yes, yes, that incredibly handsome young man was named Nicky Wu.
"But I wasn't even born when the Little Tigers were popular, and you're not much older than me, are you? How come you sing such a sad song?" Given the teacher's age, she probably wasn't even in elementary school when Nicky Wu's "Fireworks" became a hit. How could she have fallen in love with this song?
"I've always hung out with people decades older than me since I was little." The teacher twirled her index finger, signaling me not to interrupt my work with her question, and continued, "My childhood was spent taking all sorts of gifted exams. When I was a student, I studied with people ten or twenty years older than me, so of course I was exposed to all sorts of over-aged entertainment."
Damn, hearing about all sorts of "over-aged entertainment," I thought to myself, "Was the teacher bullied by all sorts of weird uncles from a young age with things like, 'Little sister, do you want to see an eel molt?' or 'Little sister, do you want to lick a sausage that squirts milk from the tip?'" That's why her views on relationships are so strange later on.
"It's not what you think!" The teacher's hands were so sore she couldn't lift them, so she bumped me with her shoulder to protest my wild thoughts.
As we chatted back and forth, I had already finished washing the teacher's chest, especially the cleavage and the gap between her breasts and body. Well, basically, the teacher's breasts weren't large enough to require vigorous scrubbing of these areas. I gently rubbed them a few times and then started moving on to the teacher's lower body.
"I can do this myself." The teacher, seeing that the parts that required raising her arms to scrub, including her back and hair, were already clean, decided to wash her lower body herself.
"What if your injury worsens? Are you going to make me write on the blackboard for you in class?!" I imitated the teacher's tone when she offered to help me bathe in the same spot to avoid getting my wound wet, and pretended to be angry as I grabbed the teacher's hands. The teacher's hands were originally crossed on her thighs, barely covering her lower body, but now, with my hands grabbing and pulling them apart, a whole clump of wet pubic hair was exposed.
"You deserve a beating!" The teacher pouted in protest against my teasing. What was most infuriating was that this kind of imitation was actually three-tenths accurate.
"Fine, whatever you say..." The teacher stood up, turned her head away, and presented her entire lower body to me.
Luckily, I was sitting down, otherwise my erect penis would have ripped through my basketball shorts.
I lathered some shower gel in my hands and started applying it from the teacher's lower abdomen. As if admiring a work of art, I wrapped my arms around the teacher's waist and abdomen, washing away the day's sweat while simultaneously trying to memorize the teacher's perfect silhouette.
The teacher had already closed her eyes out of shyness, so I freely admired every inch of her skin, something I had never experienced during our previous intercourse in class. As I touched the teacher's smooth body with my palms, I poured hot water over her, watching the water cascade down her alluring curves, enjoying a visual feast.
Finally, my hand reached between the teacher's legs. She jolted as if electrocuted, her breathing becoming heavy. I, on the other hand, had been suppressing my exaggerated panting for some time now. I deliberately held back, trying to keep my breathing even and light, so as not to reveal my true intentions.
Facing her, I placed my hand between her legs, starting to stroke her from near her knees. I took the opportunity to examine the scars near her calves. Although very faint and not detracting from her perfect figure, it was still clear they were abrasions, probably from a motorcycle accident. I wondered why, when I had been tricked into working as a male escort, she had reacted with such a violent outburst and tears when I touched that spot.
I brushed my fingers together towards the teacher's genitals. Although she pretended to be calm with her eyes closed, her lips trembled slightly, and her cheeks were undeniably flushed. Combined with the constant dripping of fluid from her pubic hair, she looked incredibly sexy. I quickly took advantage of her inattention and moved my left hand to my crotch, grabbing my already engorged penis through my shorts and underwear and giving it a quick, rough massage. I was so aroused I almost ejaculated. Did
the teacher know I was fantasizing about her body? If I really squeezed out what looked like shower gel from my clothes and smeared it on her when she wasn't looking, would she notice?
As I washed the teacher's genitals, I inadvertently noticed her underwear. Right in the crotch area, where it should have been in contact with her vagina, there was a glob of thick, translucent liquid—my recently ejaculated, now-dead offspring! Looking at the lewd scene in the laundry basket, an incredibly wicked thought surfaced in my mind.
I gently rubbed the little bud under the teacher's pubic hair with my thumb, and also pulled back the thin clitoral foreskin of the teacher's clitoris. My other four fingers were between the teacher's labia, rubbing the opening of the teacher's vagina. The smoothness of the teacher's genitals was something that no part of a big boy like me could match. At most, the skin around the teacher's lips or scrotum could barely match. So, for such a soft and tender organ of the teacher's groin, in addition to wanting to suck on it more, I also wanted to rub it with my genitals. Of course, if I could put my hand inside the teacher's body and help her wash the areas that my fingers couldn't usually reach, that would be even better.
Thinking of this, I really became emboldened by evil. I actually made the teacher turn around, so that her back was facing me. I pretended to help the teacher wash her back, but instead, I pulled down my own basketball shorts and underwear. While I put my palm between the teacher's thighs and rubbed the teacher's genitals and anus, I used my free hand to masturbate!
My right hand was now between the teacher's legs, my right thumb gently pressing on her anus, while the other four fingers cleaned her genitals, enjoying the pleasure of her most tender organ gripping my index finger. At the same time, my left hand was rubbing rapidly as if in a race, hoping to release the shower gel I had produced inside me before the teacher noticed, covering her mysterious forbidden area!
But I immediately discovered an even more exciting way to play. I made sure my right hand had thoroughly cleaned the part of the teacher that was usually least exposed, and then I withdrew my right hand and instead sent my hard penis between the teacher's thighs!
Human thighs shouldn't be very sensitive to touch, right? Can they distinguish between a hand slash and a penis?
My right thumb continued to gently rub the teacher's anus, creating the illusion that I was still using my right hand to wash the teacher's vulva, while at the same time having the teacher's thighs clamp my penis. However, I didn't dare to let my lower abdomen get too close to the teacher's body, for fear that she would notice that I was using my stomach to push against her, then the part under my stomach that looked like a hand slash would obviously not look like a hand slash. Although there was no penetration, the thrill of unauthorized play with the teacher's body was still incredibly pleasurable.
But I was really being delusional; the difference in thickness between a hand and a penis was so obvious, the teacher probably couldn't tell the difference!
Although the teacher's eyes were closed, she suddenly grabbed my penis and teased me, "Why are your fingers suddenly so thick?!"
I awkwardly tried to pull my penis back, but didn't know what to do. I could only silently apologize to Xiaoping. I'm sorry for letting you infiltrate enemy territory and fall into their hands. How she abuses her captive is beyond my control. I must preserve my strength, make a painful sacrifice, and remember, as long as I survive, I can always rebuild. Take care!
The teacher finally opened her eyes, turned around, and said plaintively, "Is your mind filled with that kind of thing?"
"Uh..." I actually felt a little guilty after the teacher said that. Last time I was injured, she helped me take a bath, and it turned into me having sex with her; this time, the teacher was injured, and I helped her take a bath, and halfway through, it turned into me venting my lust. It seems that girls are always the ones who suffer.
"Teacher, I'm sorry, it's just that you are really too beautiful." Although my penis was still hard, my head drooped, and I did reflect on how I always thought with my lower body.
"You must vent your energy on someone worthy of it, you know?" the teacher said meaningfully again. Seeing her so plaintively, I didn't know what she was being sentimental about until later I realized that she was worried about my health.
"But my hands are too weak, I can't cooperate with you..." The teacher turned her head away shyly, but didn't confiscate the murder weapon I left at the crime scene. Sigh, punishments are divided into principal and accessory punishments. Principal punishments include the death penalty, life imprisonment, fixed-term imprisonment, detention, and fines. Accessory punishments are stipulated in Article 34 of the Criminal Law, including deprivation of public rights, confiscation, and recovery, seizure, or compensation. If the teacher wanted to confiscate my murder weapon, I could only reluctantly keep my little dung bean; perhaps leaving it with the teacher was its happiest destiny.
"Teacher, you don't need to cooperate with me." My lust subsided a bit, and I dutifully rubbed the dirt on the teacher's legs. "But you're so hard."
"Just masturbate when you get home." I felt sweet inside listening to the teacher's understanding words.
"You've sided with the Communists! What 'masturbate'!" The teacher wasn't really angry; she just wanted to shift the focus of the conversation away from "sex."
"No, I think 'masturbation' or 'getting a shot' sounds more to my liking than 'fuck.'" I completely forgot this was my university professor, laughing and joking as we discussed what terms to use to describe male masturbation.
"Is there a difference between masturbating at home and masturbating now?" The teacher glanced back at my still erect penis.
"Masturbating now, with a beautiful woman by my side, is definitely more enjoyable." I honestly stated my thoughts.
Besides, I don't think I've ever masturbated in front of my teacher before? Although deep physical contact with my teacher is great, being able to adjust the ejaculation rhythm and then spray my semen on her body (hey, did she agree to let you spray on her?), sounds pretty good too!?
"I'll give you three minutes." The teacher stood under the showerhead, letting the hot water wash away the foam and grime from her body. Her hair and pubic hair blended seamlessly with her slender figure, like a fairy bathing in a mountain spring. And I was the despicable gigolo who secretly hid her clothes, masturbated to the bathing beauty, and then forced her to marry me. (Gigolo: How do you know I masturbated to the seven fairies when the book doesn't say so...)
So I stood behind the teacher, gently squeezing her plump little buttocks and breasts, while maintaining a posture where one hand could grip my penis at any moment.
I gently rubbed my happy little flat, wondering what good deeds I had done in my past life—building bridges and roads or sacrificing myself for righteousness—to encounter such a beautiful woman whom I could take whatever I wanted. Although her education, abilities, and other conditions are beyond my reach, I have had so many opportunities to be intimate with her. Moreover, she has created many opportunities for me to not only have sex with her but also to experience the beauty of other women's bodies, including not only young girls and young women, but also students, professors, and people outside the school.
Later, my rubbing alone was no longer enough for Xiaoping. I openly placed it between the teacher's thighs, letting the teacher give me a "bare butt" massage. Although there was no penetration, the smooth skin between the teacher's legs made Xiaoping feel as comfortable as if he were entering a vagina.
I pressed my body against the teacher, holding her breasts with one hand from behind and stroking her buttocks with the other, while swaying my body back and forth, scraping the smooth skin of the teacher's private area with the head of my penis, using the teacher's beautiful body and the lubrication of the shower gel to satisfy my lust.
The barely perceptible skin contact between the teacher and me was no longer enough for me. My right hand restlessly embedded itself between the teacher's labia, rubbing the teacher's petals, while my left hand tightly gripped my throbbing, engorged penis and slid it up and down hard. My mouth went even further, getting closer to the teacher's neck, wanting to kiss her.
The teacher noticed my heavy breathing and naturally turned her face to meet my lips. Our tongues intertwined, and her lower body swayed slightly, her hips moving rhythmically as if we were having sex. Her firm yet soft buttocks occasionally pressed against my thighs, making me momentarily lose my senses. I even grabbed my penis, wanting to insert it into her vagina.
"Teacher is tired, really don't," the teacher interrupted our deep kiss, twisting her hips, almost pleading to refuse this act of intercourse.
I felt deeply guilty. I was supposed to help the teacher bathe, but instead, I was masturbating, even wanting to go further and enter her body outside of class. I quickly composed myself and continued to use visual stimulation to reach satisfaction.
"Teacher, open your mouth." My sudden request startled the teacher.
She said a little angrily, "Don't go too far."
Seeing the toothbrush I was holding and her innocent expression, the teacher's eyes darted around, and she opened her mouth wide apologetically, "Ah..." What? You think I'm going to ejaculate in her mouth after I'm done?! Am I that kind of person?! Absolutely. It's just that the teacher is tired today, not in the best mood, and didn't get any pleasure, so I'd better consider the atmosphere before giving her oral sex.
It seems like I'm being considerate, even thinking of brushing her teeth, but that's just a little trick; because the teacher said she'd give me 3 minutes, how could I possibly be satisfied with ejaculating in 3 minutes? So I pretended to brush her teeth, which also gave me some time to masturbate. And when brushing her teeth, I had to face her directly. While I was still masturbating, her delicate pubic hair and her vulva, which I could no longer touch today, were so close to my genitals, increasing the visual stimulation.
So I held the toothbrush in one hand, brushing her teeth in circles, facing her, while the other hand held my penis, admiring her body and stroking it back and forth, just like the "Ambidextrous Technique" taught by "Zhou Botong"! One hand drawing a square, the other a circle! The hand that masturbates roughly draws squares back and forth, left and right, while the hand that brushes the teacher's teeth gently draws circles!
Just as I finished brushing the teacher's teeth, my "mutual erection technique" also completed a small cycle. I quickly put down the toothbrush, and in the instant before the teacher rinsed off the toothpaste, I half-forcefully lifted the teacher's right leg, exposing her complete genitals. Then, almost the instant I saw her labia and vaginal opening, I reached the limit of excitement. I quickly moved my penis closer to the teacher's body and released a large amount of thick white semen onto her lower abdomen and pubic hair.
While looking at the teacher's innocent little vulva, I admired her sexy and seductive appearance with white toothpaste foam all over her mouth, as if she had been oral sex by multiple people. Then, my right hand continued to stimulate my ejaculating penis, adjusting the angle of the ejaculation, intending to leave a full masculine scent on the teacher's pubic hair and external genitalia.
Still not satisfied, I used one hand to stroke my already incredibly aroused penis, while the other hand lifted the teacher's pubic hair, exposing her clitoris. Then, I used my fingers to part her labia minora, aiming to make the pink, moist vaginal opening the final target for my semen.
My last few twitches of the glans finally paid off, each time spraying semen onto the area of the teacher's pubic hair and labia minora, creating a complex pattern of black pubic hair, pink genitalia, and white semen in her triangle.
The teacher didn't rush me despite the discomfort of her mouth full of toothpaste. Like a virtuous and understanding wife, she waited until my sexual desire was satisfied and I recovered from the afterglow of ejaculation before opening her mouth to show me she still had toothpaste to clean.
I scooped some water for her to rinse her mouth and gently cleaned the mess I had left around her vulva before letting her leave the bathroom.

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