Mr. Du, short and chubby

Self-study sessions were extended to 10 PM, and my grades were truly "embarrassing," especially English.
In my senior year of high school, we got a new homeroom teacher, Du Hongxia, a graduate of Dalian University of Foreign Languages, who was notoriously strict. We all found Du Hongxia quite amusing. We all agreed that Dalian University of Foreign Languages was known for its beautiful women, but Du Hongxia was an exception. She was less than 1.6 meters tall and weighed well over 130 pounds. She was the kind of person who was overweight all over, with thick legs, a round face, and some freckles on her face, perhaps from childbirth. In short: short, thick, and fat! However, describing her as just fat would be unfair; she was the kind of person with very firm flesh. When she wore bodycon pants, looking at her thick legs, my first thought was "Jinhua ham"—thick, hard, and solid.
Unfortunately, this woman became my homeroom teacher, a very scary one. Because my English was poor, I was often asked questions I couldn't answer, and then she would call me to the back of the classroom to stand as punishment. I really don't know what to do with this "English witch." My English is already bad, my foundation is weak, and who would want to stand in the back as punishment?
Because of the pressure of the college entrance exam, although I have passionate sex with my aunt, I'm always on edge. Once, when my aunt and I were in the middle of passion, my younger brother walked over barefoot and peed on the bed. My aunt and I, who were naked, were terrified. Luckily, he was sleepwalking.
After the first mock exam, everything else was okay, not great, but passable, except for English, which I got in the 40s. Although I tried very hard, it seems my foundation is too weak.
My dad, the head of the family, is a high school teacher, and he contacted my homeroom teacher. Although my dad teaches physics, thankfully they are both from the school, and he hoped the teacher could be stricter with me. Du Hongxia often calls on me to answer questions and makes me stand as punishment, which was at my dad's behest. He wanted even stricter discipline. How strict?
As I got to know her better, I discovered that Du Hongxia was truly dedicated and responsible. Although the school arranged for teachers of each subject to be present during evening self-study sessions, she was there every single one. Perhaps it was because her home was right across from the school, in the building next to her uncle's house. She walked back and forth in the classroom so often that even the guys reading novels had to put them away. I heard her husband was the same; he also taught senior high school students and was there every day. Their child was cared for by her in-laws. What more could you ask for from a teacher like that?
When Du Hongxia walked through the classroom, I liked to watch her from behind. Her legs were so strong and round, and she had a large, round bottom like the moon. This teacher didn't seem to care about her figure at all, often wearing white pants with black polka dots that accentuated her physique.
Maybe it's my sexual orientation that's problematic; I'm particularly interested in women with a robust physique, but I don't feel anything for slender women. Perhaps it's because of my aunt; her legs are very strong, but Du Hongxia's legs look only half the length of my aunt's, but much thicker and more robust. Looking at Du Hongxia from behind, I fantasized about what kind of genitals lay beneath those short, thick legs. Were those legs even more powerful?
I returned to my uncle's house around 10 PM. My aunt was asleep, and I was too embarrassed to disturb her. I took my notebook and wrote down my experiences with my aunt, masturbating whenever I felt like it.
In the second mock exam, I got a 55 in English, despite my efforts.
My father saw my score and went to see Du Hongxia again. I don't know what Du Hongxia said to my father, but he told me that my homeroom teacher, Du Hongxia, said I was working hard, but my foundation was too weak. He said if I worked harder, there was still hope. He had spoken to Du Hongxia, and the teacher would give me extra lessons on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. My God, I'm going to be tortured by this muscular woman.
On Monday evening, Du Hongxia still showed up for self-study. After greeting the teacher in charge, she led me out to her house, where I followed quietly. It was my first time at Du Hongxia's home. The decor was simple: a living room, two bedrooms, and a study. After all, it was a family of students, hence the study.
Once inside, Du Hongxia was very welcoming, completely unlike the "serious" and strict person she was at school. She offered me fruit first, then talked to me at length, mostly offering encouragement. She said I had a chance to get into a good university, that I had been too playful in the past and my foundation was a little weak, but that's how exams are; good grades don't guarantee a good university, and bad grades definitely mean no university. Every year, there are people who didn't study well but did very well. She said as long as I work hard now, I can still make it through, and there are still seven or eight months left!
It was all polite talk, and I just nodded and agreed. After a while, Du Hongxia led me to the study and began to systematically teach me English.
I had tutoring three days a week. Because of my "fear" of my homeroom teacher, my English score finally reached over 70 points in the third mock exam. My dad knew my English had improved and hoped I would continue to work hard. He suggested I bring some fruit or something when I visited the teacher's house as a
token of appreciation. Because I went so often, Du Hongxia informed the teacher, and I would go to her house alone on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday evenings for tutoring. On these three days, Du Hongxia wouldn't go to school but would wait for me at home. The more I interacted with her, the more I understood Du Hongxia. We would chat and look around during breaks in tutoring. I saw photos of her from her university days. Although she wasn't tall and was quite robust then, she wasn't like she is now. Her round face back then exuded youthfulness, without any blemishes. She was simply a very individualistic girl. Women often gain weight after marriage, but Du Hongxia still described her as robust, not fat.
Her husband wasn't from our school, but he also taught senior high school math. I don't know if it's a common problem with math teachers or just my bad impression of them, but Du Hongxia's husband was just like the math teachers I imagined—delicate and lacking in masculinity. To be honest, Du Hongxia was much stronger than her husband.
After tutoring Du Hongxia until 8:30 PM, and then continuing with evening self-study at school, without any constraints, my thoughts started wandering, and I wrote almost half a notebook about my experiences with my aunt. During this period of tutoring at Du Hongxia's home, I became increasingly interested in this "mature" teacher. Perhaps it was "familiarity breeds fondness," but I developed an unparalleled feeling for this teacher who was incredibly strict at school but so warm and welcoming at home. After
writing so much about my aunt, I started writing about my teacher. She didn't come to school on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. At first, it was fine, but later, as I went more often, I dressed more casually, less formally. A few times, I even wore pajamas—of course, the kind that covered me up quite a bit—but it was still much cuter than formal attire.
From then on, when I went to my teacher's house for tutoring, I not only wanted to learn knowledge, but also to pay attention to this teacher I had begun to yearn for. Then, I would return to school and write down my fantasies. I quite enjoyed this kind of life. A few times, when my teacher wore pajamas, I saw her deep cleavage and even lost my composure. When she noticed, she straightened her clothes, looked at me, and I was very embarrassed. Fortunately, she didn't say anything and continued to teach me.
If things had continued like this, perhaps I would have continued to study well. However, things are like that, and things always change.
Once, while I was having tutoring at Du Hongxia's house, around 7 p.m., Du Hongxia's mother-in-law called. Her child had suddenly developed a high fever, and the teacher needed to come quickly. I hurriedly packed my things, grabbed my schoolbag, and went back to school. But in this "hurry," I forgot to leave a blank notebook at the teacher's house. I didn't notice it at all; I didn't pay any attention to it. I went back to school and attended my evening self-study session as usual!
The day passed peacefully. I remember it was Wednesday, the day I was supposed to go to my teacher's house for tutoring. At noon, as I was packing my things, I discovered my notebook was missing—the one I used to write in about my aunt and me, and my fantasies about my teacher. This shocked me greatly. How could something be missing? And, did a classmate steal it, or did someone else take it? Did I leave it at home? No, I always keep it in my schoolbag. How could it be gone?
I searched everywhere I could think of, but I couldn't find the notebook. I panicked. Whoever had it would be a disaster for me, because I had filled almost the entire notebook. What would happen if someone gave it to my teacher?
A wave of panic washed over me; I didn't know how I would get through the afternoon classes. The last period of the afternoon was self-study. As usual, Ms. Du Hongxia came. I felt she glanced at me, but I didn't know what she meant. However, Ms. Du Hongxia didn't stay; she just looked at me and left. Before leaving, she came to me and whispered, "Don't forget the extra class tonight!"
Perhaps because she left halfway through the last extra class, she was afraid I would think she wasn't going to give it to me, so she specifically reminded me this time. I didn't answer any questions that didn't need an answer. I
didn't feel like eating dinner that night. When it was time for evening self-study, I went to Ms. Du Hongxia's house with my backpack, rang the doorbell, and went in. Everything was the same as usual.
Ms. Du Hongxia was wearing a bright red dress, the kind of thin nightgown that made her look like a red pillar! But the red nightgown was pretty, just a little too bright, giving off a very passionate vibe. However, the neckline was very low, and I could see a deep cleavage.
Although I felt uneasy and confused, I still had to attend the extra class; the teacher had everything prepared in her study. Ms. Du Hongxia's tutoring was very targeted, focusing on the key points of the exam. While this tutoring did improve my foundation, it wasn't a huge improvement, but it greatly enhanced my test-taking skills.
I went to my desk and saw the blank notebook I had left there last time, but I didn't pay it any mind. The teacher began her tutoring session.
The teacher sat upright, and I sat beside her, listening to her explain how to read and answer questions. From the side, I could easily see the teacher's neckline; it was very low and open. I could see more than just her nipples. Du Hongxia's breasts and face, like her buttocks, were very round, and I could almost see her nipples. I didn't dare to be careless, afraid that the teacher would see my embarrassment again, so I would glance at her twice and then look away, continuing to listen to the teacher. But in this situation, who could concentrate?
After less than half an hour, the teacher seemed to realize that my mind wasn't on the tutoring, so she pushed the materials aside and said to me, "Alright, your mind isn't on this today. Let's talk about something else!" My face turned red, and I didn't know what to say.
Du Hongxia took the blank notebook I'd left there last time, flipped through it, and said, "Your writing is quite good. Do you write often?" I didn't know why Teacher Du Hongxia said that, and I didn't know what to say, so I just looked at her.
She flipped through the notebook, opened to the middle page, and pushed it towards me. I looked at it; it was covered in dense writing—descriptions of my aunt and me having sex!
I'd completely forgotten when I'd written in that notebook. The teacher must have seen it. I hurriedly closed the notebook, saying, "It's just random scribbles!" "So, all of this is just random scribbles?" The teacher took my lost notebook from her desk drawer, placed it on the table, and slowly flipped through it.
I looked at Du Hongxia, my mind racing, trying to figure out what to do. Why did she steal my notebook? Why was she talking to me about these things? She must have seen what I wrote about her later. What was her reaction?
Did she, like my aunt, have feelings for me?
After what happened with my aunt, I was bursting with confidence. If even a normal aunt would be interested in me, what about someone else?
Du Hongxia kept flipping through the pages. I didn't say anything; I didn't know what to say. I just sat there, watching to see what she would do next.
Teacher Du Hongxia just kept turning the pages, her eyes scanning each one. I didn't know if she could finish reading, or if she actually had.
Suddenly, Teacher Du Hongxia smiled: "Oh! There's something about me here!" She had seen what I had written about us having sex.
I still didn't say anything; at this point, saying anything would be superfluous.
After flipping through for a while, she closed the notebook, looked at me, and said, "Wang Zhibin, I know which of what you wrote is true and which is false!"
I looked at Du Hongxia's round face, into her eyes. She didn't seem angry; her face was calm.
The teacher continued, "What you wrote about me is definitely fake, because you don't know my body. But what you wrote about you and your aunt, that must be true. You couldn't have written so detailedly if you hadn't actually done it! It's normal to have these thoughts during puberty, but how could you do it with your aunt!" I continued to look at the teacher, unsure how to speak or answer.
Teacher Du Hongxia said, "From your writing, I can also tell that your aunt seduced you. That's normal; you're so handsome, how could you not be popular! But I just doubt whether you could really make your aunt have four orgasms?"
My heart skipped a beat. Looking at Teacher Du Hongxia, her eyes were alluring, and her face was flushed.
I mustered my courage, smiled, and said, "Why don't you give it a try, Teacher?" Teacher Du Hongxia said, "Try it then! I don't believe you're that good!" Nothing else mattered now. I went over and hugged the teacher's erect penis. She let out a soft moan and collapsed into my arms.
I held Teacher Du Hongxia in my arms, my hands exploring her body. Her flesh was so firm, hard to the touch, even harder than my aunt's.
Teacher Du Hongxia said, "Let's go to the bedroom!"
I asked, "Won't your husband come back?"
Du Hongxia replied, "No. Hurry!"
Holding her, we went to the bedroom.
Teacher Du said, "Take off my clothes, look at what you wrote, so unrealistic!" I gently untied the back of her nightgown, and it fell to the floor. She wasn't wearing a bra; her breasts were round and hung on her chest like two bowls, very firm, her skin not particularly white. She wore white underwear, which was a little small on her body. There was a scar on her abdomen, probably from a C-section.
Having learned a lot from my aunt, I placed Teacher Du on the bed, lay on top of her, and began licking her neck and breasts. Although I wasn't familiar with Teacher Du's body, I was very familiar with my aunt's; I believed that women's erogenous zones were the same.
After licking the teacher's body for more than ten minutes, her nipples became erect. I moved downwards and slowly pulled down her panties. The teacher's pubic area was completely hairless, unlike my aunt's, who had thick pubic hair.
"Teacher, you don't have pubic hair?" I asked.
The teacher replied, "I shaved it! I don't like having hair. Do you like it? It's not like the thick pubic hair you wrote about, is it?"
I placed my mouth on the teacher's pubic area and gently licked it, teasing her clitoris with my tongue. Soon, her pubic area became wet.
Perhaps worried about her husband's return, after her pubic area became wet, she got up from the bed, lay face down on the bed, her pubic area facing me standing on the floor, and said, "Come!"
Looking at her "clean" pubic area, I hurriedly pulled down my pants. My penis was fully erect. You should know, at this time my penis was already 17 or 18 centimeters long and 5.5 centimeters in diameter! After being fully erect, the glans was purplish-red. I held my penis and slowly inserted it into Teacher Du Hongxia's vagina.
It was really tight. Maybe it was because she had never given birth, or maybe it was because her legs were so strong that they could tighten her vagina so forcefully. Even though there was some vaginal lubrication, I still felt such tightness.
I slowly inserted and slowly withdrew, going back and forth more than ten times, before I felt that my teacher's vagina wasn't so constricted anymore. I held my teacher's round, crescent-shaped buttocks and began to thrust rapidly. I could have had more foreplay, but I was really afraid that my teacher's husband would come back,
and I was on tenterhooks! My teacher was leaning on the bed with both hands, her body almost at a 90-degree angle to mine as I stood. My penis could easily thrust rapidly inside her body, pointing upwards, scraping against the walls of her vagina with each thrust.
I thrust about a hundred times, and the teacher's vaginal fluid increased, but she still didn't seem to have an orgasm. I didn't feel the sudden tightness I experienced during my aunt's orgasm, or perhaps her vagina was constantly constricted, and I didn't feel it. But she didn't make a sound.
I inserted my entire penis into Teacher Du Hongxia's vagina, lay on top of her, and kneaded her breasts with my hands, asking, "Teacher, how's your husband?"
The teacher turned her head and said, "He's not as big as yours, and he doesn't last as long!" This was what I expected. Her husband was rather delicate, like a young woman; how could he be bigger and more capable than me? But why didn't Teacher Du Hongxia have an orgasm like my aunt? Why didn't she moan? Did she not like moaning?
I held her buttocks and started thrusting again.
I thrust for over thirty minutes, and although her fluid increased, she still didn't have the orgasm I hoped for, and of course, she didn't make a sound. This surprised me. If it were my aunt, she would have orgasmed three or four times already.
While thrusting in and out of the teacher's vagina, I noticed something: her anus would open when I penetrated. Although my aunt's anus also opened when we were having sex, it wasn't as wide as the teacher's. And, judging from the way it looked, her anus was wet.
Curious, I touched her anus with my finger while thrusting. The teacher seemed to get a jolt, and let out a soft moan. It
was like discovering something amazing. So I inserted my entire penis into her body, one hand caressing her breasts, the other slowly sliding around her anus. As I slid my hand, her body changed; her buttocks wiggled, and she started making sounds.
I smiled and asked, "Teacher, do you want me to fuck your anus?" Teacher Du Hongxia didn't speak, but nodded vigorously.
So Teacher Du Hongxia liked being fucked in the anus! This surprised me greatly. I pulled my penis out of Teacher Du Hongxia's vagina; it was covered in her vaginal fluid. I guided my penis towards her anus and slowly inserted it.
The process wasn't as difficult as I'd imagined. Perhaps it was because my penis was covered in Du Hongxia's vaginal fluid, or perhaps her anus was already wet; in any case, my penis easily slid all the way into Du Hongxia's anus.
Just as the head of my penis touched her anus, she tilted her head back, opened her mouth wide, and let out a long "Ah..." sound. She only finished uttering the "Ah" after my penis was fully inserted, then lowered her head.
I felt my penis being tightly gripped by the sphincter muscles of her anus, a feeling quite different from vaginal penetration. I held her buttocks and began to slowly thrust in and out. After only two thrusts, she began to emit a "groan" that even I found exaggerated!
I started to speed up, and the teacher's head began to shake wildly with my thrusts, constantly moaning,
"Ah...ah...so good...so comfortable...harder...fuck me harder...fuck me!" I hadn't expected that the most stimulating area on the teacher's body was her anus. After more than thirty minutes of thrusting in her vagina without any reaction, just a few thrusts in her anus were incredibly stimulating.
As I thrust, I felt something oily coming out of her anus, although not as much as her vaginal fluids, but the thrusting became easier. I touched down, and although there was no thrusting of my penis in her vagina, her vaginal fluids were increasing.
I inserted my entire penis into the teacher's anus and stopped moving, only caressing her breasts. The teacher seemed unsatisfied and turned her head, saying, "Move! Why aren't you moving? Are you about to cum?" I laughed, "Cum? Not a chance! Does your husband often fuck your anus? He always makes you so horny!" Du Hongxia
said, "He doesn't! I've told him a few times, and he said it's dirty and that I'm a pervert! Move faster! I can't take it anymore!"
I said, "Then why do you like anal sex? Who have you let fuck your anus?" Du Hongxia said, "No, no... Move faster! I really can't take it anymore!" As she spoke, she wiggled her hips, letting my penis move slightly inside her anus.
I said, "You won't tell me? Then I won't fuck anymore, I'm going to pull it out!" As I spoke, I pretended to pull my penis out. Ms. Du Hongxia grew anxious and said, "No! No! Move, I'll tell you!" I held her buttocks and continued to slowly thrust in and out. She shook her body and head as she said,
"When I was in college, I had a boyfriend. Back then, he wanted to have sex, but I was afraid of losing my virginity to him and what would I do if we broke up? So I had anal sex with him, and it was always very stimulating. After I got married, I had sex with my husband, but I felt that anal sex was more stimulating than vaginal sex, but my husband wouldn't have sex with me!"
So that's how it was. She had enjoyed anal sex with her boyfriend in college. No wonder! Now she doesn't orgasm when she has vaginal sex, but she orgasms when I insert anal sex.
The feeling of anal sex and vaginal sex is really different. I thrust in and out of Ms. Du Hongxia's anus for another twenty minutes before ejaculating. I believe that even with her tight vagina, I wouldn't have ejaculated so quickly if it were vaginal sex.
When I withdrew my penis, the teacher's head was already buried in the bed, seemingly exhausted, with a layer of misty sweat on her back. Clearly, the lack of anal stimulation for so long had made this stimulation almost unbearable for her.
I pulled out my penis, and some semen slowly flowed from the teacher's anus. I shook my penis, and seeing the semen flowing from her anus, I had a mischievous idea. I inserted my still-erect penis into the teacher's vagina, slowly guiding the flowing semen into her vagina, pushing it to its deepest point.
As I thrust into the teacher's vagina, she murmured, "You're amazing! My ex-boyfriends only lasted ten minutes before ejaculating, but you've been fucking me for so long, my ass is numb... I haven't felt like this in so long!"
I patted the teacher's large, crescent-shaped buttocks and said, "I'll be there whenever you want, as long as you like!" The teacher seemed very tired, struggling to get up, putting on her clothes, and said, "Go back to school, remember to study hard!"
I asked, "When can I come for tutoring again?"
The teacher replied, "As usual. I'm so tired!"
I packed my things and left the teacher's house...

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