Female teacher likes to go commando

In the second semester of my first year of high school, I faced the challenge of choosing a specialization. However, the semester had only just begun, and it seemed most of the students hadn't decided which group they wanted to go for. I was wavering between Group 1 and Group 3.

I was quite interested in language and literature, and my abilities were adequate. But the teachers kept trying to convince us that Group 3 had a better future. Although my parents didn't really care… That day in English class, nobody really liked English. You know, after all these years of teaching Chinese, nobody cares about grammar or parts of speech anymore. But in junior high, all that fancy writing comes in, and we're constantly being forced to memorize grammar rules, phrases like "how are you," "I am fine," and "thank you." Plus, our English teacher was an older woman; while there wasn't much pressure interacting with her, she certainly didn't inspire any motivation. Then

, a substitute teacher came today, saying the original teacher had to take two weeks off due to family matters.

And this new teacher immediately captured everyone's attention the moment she walked into the classroom.

The sound of heels tapping on the floor clearly announced a new beginning. The first thing that caught the eye was a pair of low-heeled patent leather Mary Jane shoes, still retaining a touch of girlish cuteness. Above that were long legs encased in matching black stockings. The rolled-up trouser legs almost revealed the flesh of her buttocks, but in our youthful ignorance, we didn't know how luxurious such seamless stockings were, nor how tempting the tender flesh between those legs was.

A woman's blouse billowed full at her chest, and the boys, of course, didn't know how impressive these full secondary sexual characteristics actually were, adorned with ruffles. A pair of snow-white arms emerged from the three-quarter sleeves, holding several books and a microphone for teaching. Compared to the unobstructed view of her long legs, the slightly exposed chest accentuated the exquisite beauty and visual effect of the short black pearl necklace.

Finally, she put down the miscellaneous items on the podium, smoothed her waist-length hair with both hands, and turned to carve her name on the blackboard, stroke by stroke. Her lips, shimmering with a pinkish luster, slowly uttered her name. The entire class of 40-odd boys, including myself, listened to her lecture in utter silence. Her imposing presence was almost blinding.

"Damn, this substitute teacher is hot!" That was my first thought upon seeing her. I imagine many others felt the same way. After all, it was impossible for any female classmate to dress like that, let alone possess that kind of charm or allure.

Of course, she quickly became the topic of our conversation. However, after learning she had won a silver medal in a boxing competition, we only dared to discuss such things casually.

Even so, the second class brought me a huge surprise. When the teacher was returning the exam papers, she knocked something off the desk. As she bent down to pick it up with her back to me, I happened to be sitting in the seat closest to the window and in the front. In that brief moment, I saw what should have been a dark area actually contained a whole patch of flesh-colored skin.

The teacher's stockings weren't just open-crotch; she wasn't wearing underwear!

To avoid misjudging her, I kept my eyes glued to the teacher. That day, she wore a long chiffon top with a long overcoat; her legs were still covered in black, opaque stockings, paired with knee-high boots. While this "no-pants" style is meant to keep you guessing whether she's wearing shorts or a mini-skirt, you'd generally assume she's wearing something—it's like Schr?dinger's cat—you don't know until you see it.

But based on my careful observation throughout the entire class, and the photos I took during the few minutes she paused near my desk, she really wasn't wearing anything.

Under the cover of her long top, all she was wearing was a pair of open-crotch tights and boots.

No hot pants, no mini-skirt, and definitely no underwear.

Wow, what could be more stimulating for a high school boy?

This accidental voyeurism left a deep impression on me, but I didn't publicize it. I just started using her as a hypothetical adversary in private. This one accidental incident alone made me use it many times; it's really effective.

Because my grades were above average in class, the teachers had a pretty good impression of me. Plus, as the class's academic representative, I naturally had many opportunities to interact with the teachers.

One time, I went to the office with our English tutor to move handouts. I heard the teacher playing a Radiohead song and unconsciously hummed along. That day, English class was the last period, so the break before class was the school's designated cleaning time, a full 15 minutes. The tutor and I were happy to take advantage of this and skip cleaning, lounging around in the teachers' office.

The teacher was wearing a black floral print dress, a slightly sheer one, with a large lapel and off-the-shoulder design that actually had an indescribable beauty. Her hair was styled in a ponytail, and she wore nude ankle boots with lapel collars, paired with sheer stockings. Honestly, it was hard for us to take our eyes off her. Especially in the office, when she sat there chatting with us, half of her thigh was visible, swaying back and forth. I could only force myself not to stare by moving to a corner where I couldn't see her legs while we were talking.

We chatted until class started before I followed the teacher into the classroom, and the content of our conversation was quickly forgotten.

After school, the teacher asked me to help her carry the remaining handouts back to her office. This was something that should normally be the junior teacher's responsibility, but that guy took the opportunity to shirk it by saying there would be a quiz at the tutoring class. Fortunately, there weren't many books left, and I was happy to have a room alone with the beautiful teacher.

"Eric, don't you have tutoring tonight?" The teacher was actually very approachable, and since she was only a few years older than us, we almost always called her by her first name when we chatted. I replied, "No need. I'm not actually taking any extra lessons, but my mom has a friend who's very good at English, and she occasionally asks her to tutor me." She continued, "If you're not in a hurry to go home, wait for me at the parking lot. I'll get something for you." I was a little curious and pretended to be clueless, asking, "What is it? Is it edible? Is it tasty?" She just smiled mysteriously, her tone slightly raised, "Heh heh, you'll know when you get it." To be honest, just hearing that made my head spin. The image of the teacher's bare lower body that I saw last time started replaying in my mind. Luckily, I was wearing a gym uniform today, so my pants wouldn't be too obvious.

When we arrived at the parking lot, the teacher invited me to sit in her white Yaris. As expected of a girl's car, there was a faint scent of perfume in the cabin.

"So... what did you say you were going to get for me, teacher?" I suddenly remembered this and tried not to let my gaze linger on the person who had been naked from the waist down in the driver's seat.

A slight smile played on her lips: "You little pervert, couldn't resist so quickly?" "Huh? What little pervert?" I was startled, but pretended to be nonchalant. Had the teacher already noticed? No way?

"Alright, what do you want to eat? This meal is on me." Just as my heart was pounding, her tone suddenly changed, and the car had already stopped at the fast food restaurant's pickup lane.

The next scene showed us somewhere on Yangmingshan, eating hamburgers while enjoying the night view.

But compared to the beautiful scenery below and the American food in my hands, the beautiful woman beside me was on a completely different level.

"Hmm, why were you so quiet just now?" the teacher asked, chewing on chicken.

"Uh... well... nothing, don't you think the scenery here is pretty good?" I replied, changing the subject while biting into my hamburger. "I also want to thank the teacher for the feast. Cheers!" The teacher enthusiastically picked up her soda cup and clinked it against mine, then gave me a charming smile and said, "Not bad, the spin was pretty smooth." She sucked on her finger, and her next question almost made me spit my soda all over her.

"Eric, let me ask you, do you usually think about the teacher and masturbate?" she asked, staring straight at me without blinking.

I quickly turned my head away, thankfully my reaction was fast enough, otherwise I would have wasted that soda. But the teacher seemed to be giving me no room to avoid it, and the next question followed immediately.

"You look like a virgin. How else would you take care of yourself if you didn't masturbate?" She raised an eyebrow, her expression slightly disdainful.

Just as I was about to retort, the teacher quickly packed her things, got up, and walked towards the car. I hurriedly followed. Thanks to this brief respite, I don't know why, but I had the feeling this was a provocation, and I don't know where I got the courage. I opened the car door for her before she could, and then, as she was about to get in, I said condescendingly in her ear, "If you don't masturbate yourself, do you want to have sex with the teacher?" After saying that, I instantly realized my momentary rudeness and rushed into the back seat as fast as I could. Oh my god, what if the teacher got angry and drove off or even threw me over her shoulder? At least it's safer in the back seat... I guess.

Just as I was secretly congratulating myself, the teacher made another move. She simply leaned the seat back, and before I could react, I was firmly pinned to the back seat. She reached out and gently stroked my face, saying with a half-smile, "Oh, I didn't realize you little pervert had so much guts. But how are you going to have sex like this?" Yaris was just a small car, and I couldn't move at all in the back seat, nor dared I struggle. Suddenly, she straightened the seat back and said, "Sit in the front." I quickly got up, walked around to the back of the car, and sat in the front seat. The teacher reclined the seat back again, and in the dim light of the car, she seemed to be in a bad mood. Still not quite understanding, I just sat there dumbfounded, not knowing what to say. Then the teacher asked again, "Little pervert, didn't you want to have sex with the teacher? Hmm?" "Teacher, don't be angry, I just blurted it out..." Still not understanding, I could only scratch my head to cover it up, managing only a weak reply after a long while. Unexpectedly, the teacher then lifted her skirt and asked, "Just blurted it out?" I froze instantly. Although it was late and the streetlights weren't bright enough, the teacher's lifting and lowering motion wasn't fleeting like last time. Her bare lower body reappeared before my eyes, and the previous image of her naked body replayed in my mind. Even more devastating was the fact that this time, adorning her alluring lower body was a complete set of lace thigh-high garter stockings. My life had turned a new page. Compared to adult websites or videos, seeing the stark contrast between her fair thighs and the sheen of black silk, coupled with the mysterious triangle between her mature legs, her contrasting fair abdomen and dark pubic hair, left me completely speechless. Damn, a real, beautiful vulva! Who was she trying to kill?

The teacher seemed satisfied with my reaction, pulling her skirt up again, all the way to her chest, even squeezing her breasts slightly, before slowly pulling her dress down to smooth it back into her dignified posture.

"How is it? Pretty?" the teacher asked sweetly in a gentle tone, and I nodded subconsciously. "Do you think I'm pretty?" "Do you think I have a good figure?" "Do you think I'm sexy?" "Want to have sex with me?" the teacher asked one question after another, and I could only keep nodding until the teacher said the last sentence: "Give me a handjob." Hearing this, I hurriedly pulled down my pants, and my already erect penis instantly sprang up, but being stared at by a sexy beauty, and that person was my teacher, I was still a little embarrassed. At the teacher's prompting, I could only obediently hold my penis and start stroking it up and down. Gradually, the atmosphere in the car began to change.

The teacher took off her shoe and slowly put her right foot on my lap, while slightly lifting her skirt, letting her wide-open legs into my view.

I understood and leaned back in my seat, and my right hand unconsciously increased the speed of my masturbation. Then, the teacher turned around and sat up, letting her left leg join the battle. Two beautiful legs in black stockings rubbed against my legs, one above the other, occasionally hooking my testicles and touching my glans. Instantly, a surge of intense pleasure washed over me, and I had to slow down my movements.

As if sensing my limit, the teacher flipped over and straddled me. Under her guidance, I adjusted to a woman-on-top 69 position. I never imagined that car sex would be so much more complicated than I thought; after all, we're young.

But before I could even properly admire the teacher's mature vulva, with its distinct black and white, she skillfully grasped my penis, gently kissed it, and then took the glans into her mouth. Feeling the warmth of her mouth and the skillful licking of her tongue, a pleasure far beyond anything I could experience from masturbation instantly shot to my head.

"Ugh~" I couldn't help but cry out, my hands, unsure of where to go, could only grip the teacher's shoulders. The teacher seemed pleased with my reaction. She took my penis in her mouth and began sucking hard, her tongue circling around it. But I probably didn't even make the second circle before I climaxed, ejaculating with pleasure several times stronger than usual, my body trembling uncontrollably.

The teacher kept my penis in her mouth, letting me ejaculate completely. However, even as I ejaculated, her tongue continued to lick my glans and urethral opening, resulting in a continuous stream of pleasure that made me almost unable to stop the urge to ejaculate, my whole body tense as I awaited the ultimate orgasm.

It felt so good, so good that I don't even know how much time passed before I came to my senses. The teacher's hairy genitals were swaying within my reach, while my still erect penis was tightly held in her mouth. The teacher maintained the strong suction as she pulled away from my penis, but stopped at the urethral opening, sucking and licking until I was once again overwhelmed by waves of pleasure and ejaculated again. At that moment, I truly felt like I was going to heaven; that exhilarating yet unsettling pleasure spread from my penis throughout my entire body.

The teacher was like a cat toying with its prey. Even with the excitement of her mouth on my penis and the multiple stimulations of her alluring body and attire, my erection didn't subside. But after ejaculating a few times, I calmed down a little and began to notice the mysterious area between her legs.

I reached out and parted the pink, engorged flesh between her legs, wanting to get a good look at this unprecedentedly captivating structure. Unexpectedly, another strange sensation came from my groin. One of her hands gently slid up from my testicles and then grasped my penis, her mouth still sucking on the head. Then, she used both her mouth and hands to stroke my penis. A new wave of pleasure surged through my head. I could barely continue observing her vulva, only managing to grope her crotch haphazardly. But the warmth and moisture my fingers felt only intensified the pleasure in my head.

A little defiant, I finally decided to go all out, my hands groping and squeezing my teacher's perfectly mature vulva. Although my penis was almost overwhelmed with pleasure in her mouth, being young, I was still young. Having ejaculated at least two or three times, I had some control and wasn't giving up too quickly. On the contrary, my teacher's soft, tender vulva started to react and became wet under my haphazard play, which made me feel a little better.

But that was it. Although my teacher's thick pubic hair was clearly covered with my own juices, I still couldn't hold back under her powerful combination of oral, hand, and tongue techniques. My ejaculation was like a dam bursting, and all my essence was absorbed and devoured by my teacher's small mouth.

I have to say, my teacher's small mouth was incredibly intoxicating. I ejaculated at least four or five times from beginning to end, and each time I could feel my penis contracting and shooting a dozen times. The pleasure of each shot was far beyond what I could experience from masturbation. Although I don't know the total amount, my teacher caught it all in her mouth without spilling a drop. Not only that, but the teacher's mouth hadn't opened once it first took my penis in her mouth. Her nimble tongue kept licking my penis, her skill so superb that it made me feel like I had no regrets.

Finally, the teacher seemed reluctant to leave my penis, then turned back to look at me with a mesmerizing smile. Then she turned closer to me and gently opened her mouth. A thin stream of white liquid overflowed from the corner of her mouth. Before that obscene trail could run down, she tilted her head back and drank the contents of her mouth in one gulp. Then she used her finger to scrape up the remaining liquid from the corner of her mouth and put it back in her mouth with lingering satisfaction.

Even though the teacher had already sucked away a lot of my reserves, seeing her incredibly seductive appearance, all I could think about was the urge to shove my penis between her legs.

"Alright, you little pervert, it's getting late..." the teacher said at this moment, leaving me speechless.

She watched my reaction without batting an eye, paused for a moment, and then continued, "...Although you're young and strong, and still so energetic, is it alright that you're not going home so late?" I glanced at my watch and tentatively asked, "If I can get home before 10:30, it'll be fine. It shouldn't take too long to get back to the city from here, right?" Unexpectedly, after hearing this, the teacher grabbed my penis with one hand, rubbing it while grinning mischievously, saying, "That depends on how you perform later, you little pervert." After saying that, she slightly adjusted her position, and a soft, warm sensation spread across the head of my penis. The teacher moved back and forth a few times; just that feeling was already incredibly pleasurable. Her hips and waist were so flexible, almost like they had a life of their own. She adjusted her position again and lifted her skirt. Although the lighting wasn't very good, you could still see the close contact between my and her genitals.

I thought, this is probably what they call "naked buttocks" in porn movies. It was obvious that with each up-and-down movement of the teacher, my penis began to glisten with different fluids, and her labia gripped it like a hot dog, truly resembling one. No wonder the ancients said that yin and yang in harmony bring endless life; just being held between her labia like this, the pleasure, different from that of my mouth and tongue, surged with each of her movements.

The teacher's movements slowed down, as if she were enjoying something delicious. Suddenly, with a twist of her waist, her vulva, which had been gripping my penis from the bottom, now gripped it from the top, with her pubic hair touching my pubic hair. Although this position didn't show her vulva gripping my penis, the teacher's shapely buttocks not only stole the show but also truly showed me what an electric motor was.

Compared to the slow friction from the front, where only her legs could move, the teacher, now almost entirely on top of me, twisted her waist with obvious skill and stimulation. After only a few seconds of this, I almost ejaculated again, and quickly grabbed her buttocks with both hands, trying to slow her movements.

Unfortunately, the devil is always one step ahead. The teacher seemed to sense my limit. Although she cooperated by slowing down her hip movements, returning to a slow, up-and-down motion, I was secretly relieved when, just as her hips reached their highest point again, she shifted again, her wet, hot vulva completely engulfing my virgin penis. Just as she lowered herself to the bottom, I was once again shamelessly squeezed out of my virginity by her tight vagina.

This is the taste of fresh vulva.

So this is what ejaculation feels like .

Damn, this is so much better than masturbating! No wonder there's no one who wants to masturbate when there's a cannon to fire.

Mother~ your son has finally grown up~ Thinking that my first time opening a box in my life could be as exciting as opening a box with a beauty like the teacher—she has a beautiful face, beautiful legs, knows how to dress, and knows how to give a blowjob—even though I didn't touch her today, it doesn't seem to matter if I never touch her breasts again.

Just as I was still reveling in the pleasure of ejaculating inside her, the teacher smiled smugly and began to sway her alluring waist again. The intense pleasure of the union of male and female genitalia surged up like an endless torrent. No wonder they say even heroes can't resist the charms of a beautiful woman; even a scoundrel like Master G would slip up. How could male officials not go to motels or find young female assistants? Ahhh~ "Not bad, you little pervert. I didn't expect you to perform so much better than I anticipated." The teacher smiled with satisfaction as she swayed her lower body. With the combined effect of the teacher's vaginal fluids and my semen, our genitals fused together almost without hindrance, and my hand naturally caressed the teacher's long, beautiful legs. I simultaneously enjoyed being straddled by a sexy, half-naked beauty, my body swaying wildly, my crotch being teased and rubbed by her hot, juicy flesh, and the softness of her skin and the smoothness of her stockings on my hands—a multi-sensory stimulation.

Truly, to die under a peony flower is to die a romantic death.

The teacher wasn't just skilled with words; her skills with her legs were probably even greater. Besides giving my penis the pleasure of various thrusts and penetrations, the squeezing force of her vaginal muscles was incomparable to anything the tongue could provide. I couldn't find the words to describe my current feelings. Partly because I was too numb to think, and partly because who would think in the midst of such pleasure?

The teacher seemed a little reluctant as she slowly straightened up, letting my penis slide limply out of her vaginal opening. My engorged penis, having already ejaculated countless times, drooped weakly onto my lower abdomen. As the glans broke free from her labia, a stream of white, sticky fluid gushed out like spilled seafood soup, making my penis look like a hot dog drenched in vanilla milkshake.

She knelt on top of me, slowly swaying her hips. It took me a while to realize that her seemingly seductive movements were simply to release the various fluids from her body. However, my gaze was completely captivated by her movements, unable to look away for even a second from her alluringly writhing genitals, dripping with a mixture of my semen and her own vaginal fluids, beneath her sexy attire. The stark contrast of black and white was vividly etched into my mind.

Even after returning home, I couldn't stop replaying the image of my teacher writhing on top of me. Her joyful and excited expression, her blissful and seductive moans, and her soft, juicy, tight, and smooth genitals were unforgettable.

And after that day, my story with my teacher had only just begun…

[The End]

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