The mutated penis inserted into the teacher

One summer, my family went on a trip to Shennongjia. Unfortunately, we were in a car accident, and the sightseeing bus rolled down a hillside into the primeval forest.
Only my mother, sister, and I were lucky enough to escape. After enduring half a month of wilderness survival, only my mother, sister,
and I miraculously survived.
As for why only my mother, sister, and I survived, looking back now, I'm convinced it was because of
the strange red fruit we shared at the end. Otherwise, we definitely wouldn't have survived until rescue.
We passed out after eating it, and when we woke up, we were in the hospital.
We calculated that we were unconscious for at least a week.
Before that, we had endured three days of hunger. Not only did the three of us survive ten days of hunger, but
my sister didn't even lose much weight. On the contrary, my middle-aged mother, who had become overweight, lost a lot of weight
, dropping 10 kilograms from her 80 kilograms, making her 172-centimeter-tall mother look less bulky.
At the same time, some strange things happened. For example, my sister
's acne, which had been severe due to her heavy workload and irregular schedule, turned into light acne scars, and her irregular menstruation improved significantly
. My mother's leg pain on rainy days also disappeared.
All of these were good things, but what happened to me... I don't know if that counts as a good thing.
My penis suddenly developed semi-circular fleshy bumps, evenly distributed, hard as if steel balls
were implanted . Its length increased from 12 centimeters to 19 centimeters, and its thickness was so great that I couldn't even hold it in my hand;
it was thicker than my wrist. The glans was even bigger than an egg, about the size of a goose egg, though
not as long as a goose egg.
The first month was fine; apart from the physical changes, it didn't cause me any other problems. But as
time went on, my libido grew stronger and stronger, to the point that it gradually began to affect my daily behavior. I started to feel
a strong , and I started masturbating without any instruction, quickly progressing from once every few days to two or three times a day. Later, I even
couldn't help but secretly masturbate in my pocket during class.
My desires grew stronger, and the object of my eventual loss of control wasn't my mother or sister, who were closest to me, but my
English teacher—Bahargul. Sadiq, a beautiful woman whose name means "spring flower."
Even though she was nearly fifty and her makeup revealed laugh lines and crow's feet, she
still exuded allure. I was certain she had been a great beauty in her youth, because even though time had faded
her beauty, she still possessed an unparalleled mature charm that captivated me.
She had Uyghur ancestry.
It's well known that people from Xinjiang have a clear dominance of Caucasian genes; aside from hair color, they are very similar to
blonde blue-eyed Ukrainian women. Ukrainian women, needless to say, are a race known for their beauty. My teacher
possessed rare burgundy hair, delicate and defined features, and a larger frame, making the most of her heritage
. She also had a great sense of style, often wearing bodycon skirts, stockings, and high heels; her appropriate clothing choices
made her appear both elegant and sexy.
The key is that she's maintained a great figure; at fifty, she hardly has a belly. While her skin isn't as smooth and supple as
a young person's , it's fair, almost snow-white. Her body, having given birth
, is incredibly voluptuous and alluring; she's got all the curves she needs, especially her ample hips. So, for me, this teacher's allure is
many times greater than that of young, pretty girls. After all, everyone around me is a plain-looking girl from junior high; even my mother and sister
can't compare to her.
To be honest, while my mother and sister have decent features, they don't know how to dress, and one is overweight while
the other is completely flat-chested, so their allure is naturally incomparable.
Of course, although I feel my sister has benefited from this, becoming increasingly well-endowed,
her starting point as is too low. I think unless she goes through puberty again, even a stroke of luck can't save her from that.
The question is, how did I end up with Teacher Bahargul? This should have been an impossible
thing . Let me explain in detail.
Although Bahargul was beautiful, she was a sharp-tongued and mean woman, especially towards a poor student
like . Ever since she publicly ridiculed me in front of the whole class for my single-digit test score, my feelings for her
turned negative; I started to hate her, and all I felt for her was adolescent sexual arousal.
And frankly, a middle school student's motivation is practically zero. Originally, I should have masturbated in front of her until
graduation , then distanced myself and slowly forgotten everything. But my increasingly uncontrollable sexual
desire emboldened me, and I developed a growing criminal urge, unable to control myself.
My gaze towards her became nakedly fiery, so intense that she noticed.
And then the opportunity arose.
That day, she scolded me in the office for blatantly stalking her. It
happened after school, and because she felt ashamed about it—saying it in front of other teachers was indeed
embarrassing—she kept me behind, taking up my free time.
Perhaps she was in a hurry to go home, so instead of her usual "let you figure it out yourself" teaching method,
she immediately called me a little hooligan and started punching me in the chest...
This is for real, not the later internet meme of "little fists punching your chest."
You can imagine, a skinny monkey less than 1.6 meters tall, sitting there with a stern look on her face, relentlessly punching
my chest. At that time, I was barely heavier than a paper doll, and each punch sent me staggering back at least two or three steps.
Then, with a disdainful look in her eyes, she ordered me to stand back up like a dog being called. I had to obediently go back, submitting to her tyranny
, and repeatedly offer myself up to take a barrage of punches.
I could have tolerated it, but this old vixen also uttered some extremely sarcastic and grating words. Although there were no profanities,
they shattered my self-esteem—I must say, language is an art, and I became
a dumping ground for a woman nearing menopause to vent her negative emotions.
As the conversation got heated, this bitch brought up old grievances, mocking me for being brainless, saying I couldn't
even . She directly questioned my intelligence, even bringing up genetics.
She asked if it was hereditary , adding,
"Your parents can't be that stupid, can they?" I was
so angry I couldn't hear what she was saying anymore. Seeing her beautiful features, her bright red lips adorned with lipstick, yet
uttering such vicious words, my eyes turned venomous. I stared at her nakedly, from head to toe, deliberately
trying disgust her with my gaze.
"You don't like being looked at by me, do you?" I retaliated with this defiant gesture.
This really enraged her. How dare a middle school student challenge the supreme authority of a teacher? She felt her authority
had been severely challenged, and in a fit of rage, she grabbed her lesson plan and slammed it into my face. It hit my eye, causing
a sharp pain. I cried out in pain, clutching my eye, my face contorted in agony
. The anger inside me
could no longer be contained, and I lunged at her. I didn't intend to rape her; I just wanted to beat her. I don't know where the strength came from, but I suddenly threw her off
her chair , straddled her, and choked her. She hadn't expected me to dare to do this and panicked, trying to push me away
. But she found my hands like iron clamps, gripping her
so tightly she couldn't breathe. I don't even know where I got the strength.
She frantically tried to pry me off, her strength nearly knocking me over, and she scratched
a . The girl's anger usually subsided quickly, and I was already regretting it, unsure how to
end things. But that scratch only fueled my ferocity. I choked her relentlessly, with all my might.
I pinched her until her eyes bulged and rolled back, her tongue lolled out, and veins bulged on her forehead
. I don't know how long it lasted, but when her struggles weakened to almost imperceptible, I
finally . I screamed and quickly let go, staggering to the side, breaking out in a cold sweat.
Seeing her lying there motionless, I panicked. It took me a while to remember CPR. I
didn't know exactly how to do it, I just blew air into her stomach. Before I'd even blown two breaths, she gasped
, her pupils returning to their whitened eyes. I felt a little relieved.
At least I hadn't killed her; I felt incredibly lucky.
But this woman, who was incontinent—yes, I'd made her urinate—was furious and threatened
to call the police.
Could this be allowed?
I slammed to my knees and begged for mercy. When she got up to grab her phone from the table, I scrambled
over and grabbed her leg. She immediately slapped me hard across the face, so hard that I saw stars.
I didn't dare get angry at all; I only had one thought: I couldn't let her call the police!
Otherwise, it would be all over!
I rushed over and snatched the phone back, and we started wrestling again.
At first, I just begged for mercy, tears streaming down my face, but she ignored me, hitting me and trying to grab the phone back. I could only endure it, pleading with her to
let me off the hook. However, this woman had no mercy. When she realized she couldn't get the phone back, she threatened to call the police outside.
I didn't dare let go. By then, there was no one left in the school except for the security guard. The teaching buildings were quite
far apart, so the gatekeeper didn't hear our commotion. To be honest, I took advantage of
the fight quite a bit. I was still holding onto her clothes below her breasts.
They felt so plump, and my penis, inconveniently, got hard, pressing firmly against her full, round buttocks.
At that moment, I covered her mouth because she was about to scream for help. After this struggle, she realized
she couldn't handle a junior high student.
She didn't understand why someone so small could be so strong.
She was subdued, but her eyes glared at me fiercely, because she could feel my hard penis.
Seeing that she had no intention of letting me go, I hardened my heart in despair and, driven by a sudden rage, started choking her again
, this time from behind.
I choked her until she knelt down again, finally collapsing to the ground. I told her that if she resisted again, I would strangle her.
This time she finally became afraid, terrified by the serious threat to her life. After I released her, she didn't dare try to
call for help or struggle again, a stark contrast to her previous arrogant demeanor.
She calmed down, cleverly changing her attitude, starting to soothe me, explaining the law, and saying she wouldn't
call the police.
I remained seated on her urine-smelling buttocks, my hard penis pressing against them through her clothes.
I knew this bitch was definitely trying to fool me; I had that much intelligence.
She was afraid of me, but what would happen next?
I didn't know how to end this. The situation calmed down for a moment, but I couldn't hear what she was saying, preoccupied with my own
calculations. Time passed, my urine-soaked penis pressed firmly against her plump, horny buttocks.
The relatively comfortable position fueled my lustful thoughts. Suddenly, my eyes inadvertently fell on my phone, and
a daring idea popped into my head.
I'd always wanted to sleep with this slutty teacher. Now, I leered at her, looking her up and down.
Bahargul wore a purple, low-cut dress, the hem tucked into a black, form-fitting pencil skirt that
perfectly accentuated her voluptuous figure. Now, the skirt clung tightly to my plump
buttocks, the thin fabric making her panties clearly visible, not to mention the
glimpses .
I swallowed hard, steeled myself, and told her I could let her go, but
only if obeyed me.
At first, she didn't understand my intentions and only agreed readily to appease me. But
when I pressed my hands firmly against her plump buttocks and kneaded them, Bahargul's body trembled, and she understood my intentions.
Her soft buttocks lacked elasticity, probably due to a lack of exercise. Before I could even fully appreciate them,
the woman beneath me struggled and cried for help, instantly terrifying me. I grabbed her
neck tightly, choking her until she was nearly breathless, before slowly releasing her. This strengthened
my resolve; either way, she was going to die, so I might as well take the gamble!
I touched her buttocks again and quickly lifted her wet skirt.
The woman beneath me was coughing incessantly. "Please... let me go, I really won't call the police..." she finally cried
. A woman nearing fifty, older than my mother, was brought to tears by me.
I was panting heavily, feeling a sense of triumph over this woman. I said, "Teacher, I've
wanted to touch your butt like this for a long time." My lust emboldened me, and my thin skin betrayed me as I stammered out those words.
"Please... you're still young. You can't do something illegal on impulse. Rape is a crime!"
"Shut up! I'm not an adult either. Raping you isn't a big deal. I can't be executed!" I
was terrified, but my lust had taken over my reason. I grabbed her neck tightly, signaling her
to shut up.
Hearing this fierce threat, Teacher Guli trembled and began to sob. I immediately tightened my grip on her
neck , silencing her abruptly.
I intended to use violence to completely subdue her.
"Let me be clear, I don't trust you. If I let you go like this, you'll definitely call the police and arrest me! I
'm doomed anyway, so I might as well satisfy myself. You old slut, you dress so provocatively all the time just to seduce people
, don't you? You're always so wanton, aren't you just asking for a beating?!"
"I'll let go now, and you cooperate by letting me have sex with you once and taking a few pictures. If you say another word, I'll pinch you, understand?!"
I was really going all out, violently pinching her and threatening her, my eyes flashing with ferocity. I found that violence was particularly effective; she was terrified of
this.
After I tentatively loosened my grip, Bahargul gasped, coughed for a moment, and sobbed softly, "
How about ... how about just taking nude photos? I'll keep them on my phone, and we'll pretend nothing happened, okay?
I promise I won't tell anyone, really..."
"No, I want to fuck you! I've been wanting to fuck your cunt day and night!" I said,
rubbing my genitals hard against her buttocks. It wasn't enough, mainly because I'd been getting frequent erections lately and my underwear was too tight.
"You..." Bahargul felt a wave of shame at my blunt and vulgar language. This girl was
so eager for her body, and she didn't know how to respond.
Before she could finish speaking, my hand reached around to her side and pulled down
the wet stockings that tightly hugged her plump buttocks. Caught off guard, her face turned bright red. Before she could react, my hand was already inside her
cleft , and my palm continued to cover her buttocks, but this time there was a pair of panties in between. It still wasn't enough.
"No..." Bahargul stubbornly put up a last stand, twisting and pleading softly. She
simply couldn't accept having sex with a student, especially so abruptly. She was an older woman,
her only husband in her life, an arranged marriage. Despite her alluring appearance, her views were very conservative.
"Shut up! Behave yourself if you don't want to die!" I impatiently pressed down on her neck again.
"Please, I'm 50 years old, don't insult me like this!" Bahargul stubbornly
turned her head, her bright red-gray-blue pupils glistening, her eyes filled with pleading and
hatred .
Her eyes were so captivating, like the stars in the sky.
"Fuck you, 50 years old! A slut like you, I'll fuck you even when I'm a hundred!" I was even
less likely to let her go. I slapped her hard, and while she was stunned, I quickly pulled off her black lace panties
and began slapping her fat buttocks repeatedly.
"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"
I desperately wanted to subdue her; I couldn't wait to fuck her!
Each slap resounded, the two round, plump buttocks rippled with flesh. Her brows
furrowed , her expression pained, and she struggled, screaming repeatedly. She told me to choke her neck, and this went on for
about ten minutes. This slut finally understood my meaning. When I slapped her buttocks again, she desperately tried to suppress her screams,
while I gently massaged her buttocks.
Compared to the unbearable pain, Bahargul chose to endure the humiliation of being defiled.
I said, "Understand? Listen to me and you'll suffer less."
Bahargul burst into tears, her eyes filled with despair, fear, sorrow, and hatred.
A ring of bruises had appeared on her fair, slender neck; it was clear she had suffered greatly. Her buttocks
were covered in red welts from my slapping, large areas of subcutaneous capillaries ruptured and swollen, making the fat on
her buttocks more swollen, the entire plump bottom round like a moon disc.
"Understand? Nod if you understand." My lust surged, my eyes gleaming with a hungry wolfish light, my hand
loosely gripping her neck, my thumb greedily caressing her cool skin, the threat unmistakable.
Bahargul's eyes flashed with resentment, she paused for a moment, and seeing that I was about to pinch her again in impatience, she cowered in
fear , "No..." pitifully nodding her head in compliance.
What a slut, she only behaves when she's beaten. "Stand up!" I shouted, roughly pulling her up with one hand,
I couldn't wait to enjoy her ripe, alluring body.
She thought I was going to torture her again, and her eyelashes fluttered as she tried to hide, begging for mercy and promising to cooperate,
just asking me not to hit her. I told her that as long as she cooperated, I wouldn't hurt her and would even make her feel good.
I was very confident in my mutated penis.
She obediently stood up, but her buttocks hurt so much that her legs trembled. I'm not a sadist, so I had her lie face down
on the desk, her buttocks sticking out. I picked up the black, red-soled, sexy heels that had been lost in the struggle and made her put them on.
It was dark by then, and I turned on the office light. Looking at her back from behind, the high heels
accentuated the curves of her legs, making them look particularly long and alluring. Her calves were taut and rounded, especially the glimpse of her thighs revealed by her skirt, her
stockings and panties pulled down to her calves, her swollen, plump
buttocks exposed to the air, covered with overlapping handprints—a brutal visual shock.
This extremely provocative scene made me unable to resist any longer.
I stepped forward, quickly slipping my fingers into her buttocks and scratching her anus twice. Bahargul's
buttocks convulsed violently. "You, you, that's your anus! It's dirty... Don't touch there!"
she cried out in a low voice, clearly not expecting me to touch her anus. For her traditional mindset, this was like a nuclear bomb dropping into her
traditional beliefs.
But I didn't mean to. Hearing it was her anus, my hand didn't stop and moved to her wet vulva, a hairy
patch that was very wet. My heart was pounding. The experience of touching a vulva for the first time was like a dream.
By this time, the smell of urine had spread, very pungent. To be honest, if it weren't for my heightened sexual desire, the smell
would have been disgusting.
"You really are a slut." I pulled my hand out, sniffed it curiously, and cursed.
"You..." Bahargul couldn't bear the humiliation of the insult and covered her face, sobbing.
I threatened, "Don't cry, or I'll strangle you!" My hand went to her neck again, but I didn't use much
force . The beauty was already cooperating so much; I was actually reluctant to hit her.
Actually, if she wanted, I would cherish her like a precious jewel, indulging her every whim.
"Ugh...no, no!"
Teacher Guli was first startled by my penis pressing against her pants, then felt her neck being choked and begged for mercy in fear.
I threatened her again, emphasizing obedience repeatedly. She already knew she couldn't escape this ordeal,
and hearing me rustling as I pulled down my pants, she finally mustered the courage to make a request, "Teacher will cooperate, but only this once
, let's make it our agreement, and neither of us can tell anyone...?" Before she could finish, Teacher Guli turned her head and glared at me.
Her large, beautiful eyes, initially filled with sorrow and dejection, transformed into incredulous shock.
What met her eyes was a massive, scimitar-shaped erection, veins bulging, and covered in disgusting, peanut-sized lumps of flesh. The glans was
the size of a newborn's fist… no, it seemed even larger!
How could a sixteen-year-old brat have such a disproportionate thing?!
She had only ever seen her husband's genitals; compared to this child, it was inferior even to a kindergarten child's.
A series of absurd thoughts flashed through Bahargul's mind.
…
What followed was wonderful.
After Guli's pitiful, repeated pleas,
the power of her soft, pitiful voice, her furrowed brows, was irresistible to a child like me. I agreed to gradually insert myself, using the missionary
position . Guli lay on the table, while I stood, so she could use her hands to push against my hips, preventing me
from hurting her by thrusting all the way in without my own pleasure. She completely distrusted this lustful brat.
She also told me she only had one child, delivered via C-section, and showed me the scar. She added that
she hadn't had sex in at least five years, her pretty face pale as she repeatedly emphasized not to mess around.
Honestly, aside from the fleshy part, my penis wouldn't have scared a normal person that much. It's just that
Ms. had never seen porn; she'd only ever seen her husband's short, thin, and short-lived penis in her entire life—
she was incredibly ignorant.
Later, I thought that might be why she was so sharp-tongued yet dressed so alluringly. For a mature woman, unfulfilled
desires are agonizing, especially since I later learned she was
a poor woman who had never experienced a true orgasm with her husband and had been celibate for over five years.
When it came down to it, I didn't rush in. Instead, I forced myself to take a set of photos first. Then I made her
take off her dress and bra, and put her panties and stockings back on. I tore open the crotch of her flesh-colored stockings and made her
lie on her back on the table. Her pair of snow-white breasts were exposed to the air, very
full. Even though they had sagged a bit while lying down, they still looked quite large, almost too big to be grasped in one hand.
I stared at her and pressed down on her impatiently. My mouth and hands were busy, grasping her beautiful breasts
and kneading them vigorously. I sucked on her deep purple nipples and her fair neck, quickly making her nipples engorged with blood.
They very resilient when I bit them. A series of bright red kiss marks glistening with saliva were left on her neck.
At first, Teacher Guli just closed her eyes and turned her head away, but soon her breathing became heavy, and she tightly pursed her cherry lips, trying to
endure the brat's reckless and passionate teasing.
My curiosity about her breasts was far less than my curiosity about fucking her; soon, the main event arrived.
I reached my hand to Ms. Guli's genitals, pulled her panties to one side, and touched them. She
immediately ; it was wet. Having read porn, I knew this slut was in heat. Hormones filled the air, and I
excitedly prepared to enter her harbor with my large penis erect.
My hands supported Ms. Guli's fleshy waist, which still felt slightly chubby. Ms.
Guli quickly sat up, facing me. She nervously held her breath, watching me slowly bring the head of my penis closer to her
private parts.
Her face was so red. Her
wet pussy was really plump, like a bulging black abalone; it looked like her
husband . In the shadows where the light didn't reach, her black labia writhed nervously. My large penis finally pressed
against the middle of Ms. Guli's sticky labia, and the feeling... it was so pleasurable it made my scalp tingle!
I might be describing it a bit too much, but it really happened in the blink of an eye.
Virgins are always sensitive, and my first ejaculation came very abruptly due to my excessive excitement. It took me about three or four
minutes to push the head of my penis into her tight vagina before the moist, warm folds of flesh, seemingly alive, squeezed
out my semen.
At that moment, Ms. Guli's clitoris was already incredibly sore and numb from the friction of my penis against it. She used all her willpower
to bite her lower lip until it turned bloodless, and strange moans escaped her throat, a sound that was neither quite painful nor not painful.
My sudden ejaculation pushed her past her limit. Her vagina contracted strongly, and
the muscles in her thighs and lower abdomen trembled in a strangely beautiful sexual spasm, and she experienced her first orgasm in such an absurd way.
I felt a warm stream pour over my glans, and my legs went weak with pleasure, my mind went blank.

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