The female teacher who helped me understand

It was another beautiful, sunny day. Although people often say spring weather is unpredictable, the weather in the south is just wonderful. The sky was so clear, and the sunshine felt wonderfully warm, making you want to just stay in bed and have a good, comfortable nap. Of course, I wasn't among those who wanted to sleep.
Especially for most students, spending such good weather at school, attending classes that never really sparked their interest, was incredibly frustrating. Of course, there are people who enjoy coming to school, and I was one of them. It
was noon, lunch break time, a time when students and teachers should be able to relax. But there were two figures in the distance, clearly a boy and a girl. Looking closer, the boy was obviously a student, wearing a school uniform, and he was quite tall for his age. He was following behind the girl, looking very excited.
Then I looked at the woman's figure. From behind, her shiny black hair was tied in a ponytail at the back of her head, and she was wearing a white dress. Although the style was simple, it gave her a fresh feeling, and just looking at her made me feel comfortable. What attracted the most attention was her full buttocks under the white dress. They looked so alluring, swaying with her steps, as if beckoning one to touch them, arousing an urge to caress them. The male student behind her couldn't resist the urge to reach out and touch her.
The two walked to a secluded corner of the school, a corridor that rarely saw anyone. After arriving, the woman turned to face the male student, looked up and said,
"Okay, we can begin." After saying that, her face turned red, and she quickly closed her eyes, not daring to look at the male student.
"Hehe, teacher, I know." Seeing the teacher's shy appearance, I laughed excitedly.
"You've kissed so many times, and you're still so shy. So cute." I thought to myself, a little distracted, as I looked at the teacher.
I stepped forward, embracing the woman who had captivated me for so long. I lowered my head, finding those familiar cherry lips, and kissed her with a touch of impatience. Having been with her so many times before, she no longer resisted my tongue as she had the first time. She responded skillfully, her tongue actively entwining with mine in my mouth.
As the battle intensified, the fight between our tongues grew increasingly heated. Sometimes I would suck her into my mouth, trying to use my dominance to subdue her; other times she would find an opportunity to retaliate, luring me into her embrace, trapping me in the enemy's camp, unable to escape. Saliva flowed continuously from our passionate kiss, soaking the collars of both our clothes.
During the kiss, my penis slowly rose due to the intense activity, touching her body. She stiffened slightly upon feeling it, but didn't stop me, continuing the kiss.
Sensing this, I felt a surge of joy. Perhaps she had gotten used to my deliberate attempts to touch her. So I continued my oral assault, boldly pressing my penis against her stomach, rubbing against her through her clothes, just like masturbating. This stimulation was unlike anything I'd experienced during previous kisses; the pleasure from the upward thrusts made me even more excited than usual.
The teacher probably hadn't anticipated the pleasure this extra movement would produce, a pleasure she hadn't felt during our usual kisses. Her body seemed to weaken, and she could barely stand. But she didn't stop; instead, she wrapped her arms around my neck, responding even more passionately.
This was the first time the teacher had responded to me with this kind of action—the kind of action I'd only ever seen between lovers on television. Before, it was always just me hugging her. Thinking of this, I didn't care about anything else. My hands, which were originally on her back, immediately moved down, embracing her round buttocks, and then pulled her even closer to me.
The teacher was no longer paying attention to my other actions, focusing solely on kissing me. Her hands, I don't know when, released my neck and unconsciously began to caress my body. Sometimes she would stroke my head, bringing our lips closer; sometimes she would stroke my back, holding me tightly as if afraid of losing something.
At this moment, my hands were vigorously kneading her buttocks, enjoying their fullness as I moved closer to her body, feeling as if I wanted to merge her into mine. My mouth, of course, wasn't idle either. Not forgetting what I was doing because of the intoxicating sensation in my hands, my tongue continued its fierce attack. However, because it was divided into three groups, her attack was somewhat weakened, and she breached my defenses, attacking freely within my territory. Sometimes it would glide past my teeth, drawing my attention to defend, only to be entangled by her, catching me off guard. Sometimes, halfway through the entanglement, she would immediately escape, running wild within my mouth, leaving me somewhat bewildered.

Since the attack from above wasn't enough, my attack from below couldn't be careless. I mimicked what I'd seen in movies, thrusting my penis back and forth in sync with my hand movements. As I thrust forward, my hand gripped the teacher's buttocks, colliding with mine. Even through my pants and her dress, the pleasure surged through my penis. When I pulled back to rest briefly, to prevent her from relaxing, I intensified my attacks, vigorously rubbing her buttocks.
With my relentless efforts, the teacher slowly began to tremble slightly, and I, experiencing a pleasure I'd never felt before, sensed I was about to ejaculate. Realizing this, I launched my final assault, increasing the intensity of my attacks on all three areas. The pleasure slowly built up, and finally, I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated in my pants. The teacher seemed to have reached her limit too, her body trembling violently. I think she had reached the climax described in books.
Enjoying the lingering pleasure, I didn't let go of my teacher, still holding her. She didn't try to leave my embrace either, holding me silently. We were both panting, as if we'd just finished a fierce battle.
Finally, I broke the silence.
"Teacher, that felt so good," I said, looking at her contentedly.
"Mmm," she replied, looking at me, her face flushed.
"Teacher, I came this time! I never thought kissing could feel so good. And, did you just have an orgasm?" Seeing her blushing and shy expression, I became a little more audacious, asking teasingly.
"You…" My question made her blush even more, and she quickly pulled away from me.
As soon as she left, a gust of wind blew, and I felt a chill down there, noticing my pants were soaked. Seeing this, although embarrassed, she still offered me some tissues.
"Here, quickly wipe yourself clean, tidy yourself up, or you'll embarrass yourself in class later," she said considerately.
"Thank you, teacher." Seeing how considerate the teacher was, I felt a surge of emotion and quickly cleaned my pants.
After I finished, the teacher looked at me with a complex expression, as if she wanted to say something, but ultimately remained silent, leading me away. I
had initially thought that my interactions with the teacher would only involve kissing, but I never expected such a wonderful change to occur.
Now, thinking about it calmly, perhaps this had crossed the teacher's line. Maybe what she wanted to say in the end was to stop this behavior, but she didn't say it. Anyway, I had a new experience now, and I knew how to achieve more pleasure, which made me even more excited for our next date.
After that, every date was like before, no longer just involving my mouth, but offering a triple pleasure. The teacher didn't stop me; in fact, she became increasingly indulgent.
During this process, I made another breakthrough. At first, I only dared to touch her buttocks through her clothes, but later I couldn't resist anymore. During one of our dates, driven by lust and driven by my urges, I boldly tried to lift her skirt while she was wearing one. She didn't seem to notice, and I took the opportunity to touch her buttocks through her underwear.
She didn't seem to mind, letting me touch her like that, focusing on responding to my advances and using her tongue to conquer me. Seeing this made me incredibly happy, and I responded even more passionately.
From then on, whether she wore a skirt or pants, I could touch her buttocks through her underwear. I tried to avoid direct touch, but she stopped me. Perhaps she thought it was okay not to touch directly, but direct contact was unacceptable. Well, although it's a bit of a pity, I'm satisfied with being able to touch her like this.
The aftermath was always a hassle; my underwear would get wet every time I ejaculated, and it would take a long time to clean it completely. What intrigued me was that my teacher also orgasmed, but she didn't seem to care that her underwear was wet. I wondered how she dealt with it.
Of course, my usual performance didn't suffer because of this relationship with my teacher. While my grades didn't skyrocket like they'd taken some kind of magic pill, and I didn't get first place in every subject, they were still at a decent level. Perhaps because she saw that my performance was still good, she continued our relationship; otherwise, she would have ended our inappropriate behavior long ago. Today, I was very excited because my teacher's period had started, and I had been holding back for a long time. I didn't want to waste that pleasurable feeling of ejaculation on those meaningless videos, so I had to endure it, and I was almost at my breaking point.

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