As a teacher

Spring was in full bloom. I took a class of students out of the classroom and into nature. Nature is such a refreshing thing.
Spring has arrived, the sun is warm, and spring clothes are lighter. My class, though vocational school students and not the most outstanding, is full of good-looking people; the boys are well-built, and the girls are shapely.
The rule was to wear the school's spring/autumn uniform, but since this year's business class only had one and a half classes, the dress code wasn't from the academic affairs office, but from me, the homeroom teacher. Among the 52 students (30 girls and 4 boys in my class, plus a Business Class 2 with 17 girls and 1 boy), there were beauties everywhere, all 　　shivering
in the February breeze in their knee-length skirts . They attracted frequent glances from passersby. 　　The outing didn't leave the city, but instead took us to the heart of our city—West Lake. The dean of academic affairs and I led this year's business students on a spring outing. 　　It's interesting how people in every city think their own city is the best, but when it comes to tourist attractions, most will unanimously declare: "There's nothing to do here." So, most of the students in this class passed by West Lake every day but never took a boat to see the Three Pools Mirroring the Moon. 　　As a veteran teacher, I've brought several classes to this closest scenic spot. So I sent the dean back to school early and booked a room at a partner hotel by West Lake to rest, with a full three hours before the group returned to school. Actually, this arrangement was for the same reason as requiring students to wear spring/autumn attire: 　　I had won over my class's academic representative. Therefore, I knew that today, she was wearing a pink thong under her skirt. It was a reward for the last midterm exam; the other students just didn't know that the prize delivered was like this. 　　This location offered an excellent view, which is why our school considers this hotel a long-term partner. Now, I clearly saw one of the girls in my class and the only boy from the next class holding hands as they walked into a small grove by West Lake. Logically, I should have immediately intervened. However, I just smiled. A knock came at the door; my fieldwork allowance for today had arrived. 　　The girl who pushed open the door was my class's study monitor. A 16-year-old girl, slender at 167cm, but with a pair of 　　C-cup breasts. Ever since I caught her and her boyfriend having an affair in the washroom that night during self-study, she had become my prey. Her boyfriend was forced to drop out of school, but she escaped punishment thanks to my protection. All because of those big breasts. 　　"Teacher, everyone's finished lunch. Let's go our separate ways." That was just empty talk. I could already see couples and groups of children dispersing, some heading into the woods, others boating on the lake. 　　The next three hours would be my time to enjoy her. 　　The door closed. 　　In the room, only a computer, the curtains that had just been drawn, Xiaoqing in her school uniform, and me remained. How I conquered her is another story. Now, she was completely my plaything. 　　I grabbed her full breasts directly with one hand. 　　"Hmm, you've grown a bit bigger. Who's been licking you lately?" 　　"No...no, only you..." 　　"Really?" My right hand increased the pressure of my kneading. The girl's left breast flattened and rounded under my kneading. Her dark eyes looked at me awkwardly and uneasy, wanting to pull away but not daring to. 　　"Have you finished your homework?" 　　"Yes." 　　"Then report back." I asked Xiaoqing to find out about the development of her classmates' sexual relationships at school and report back to me. 　　"Oh..." I pulled Xiaoqing over and onto the bed, kneading her breasts while listening to her report. 　　"Um...um, Xiaoyue has been working as a prostitute at the Moonlight Bar lately, probably spent two nights outside." 　　"Don't you have roll call at night?" " 　　It's all proxy roll call, the teachers on duty never come into the dorms to check." 　　"Oh, anything else?" " 　　Xia Yuan, it seems like he's masturbating on the bunk above me..." 　　"Interesting..." Xia Yuan's fair face appeared before my eyes. With lust added to it, what kind of expression would he have? 　　"Wei Jiajia, it seems like she's been having sex with her boyfriend lately... Oh! Teacher, be gentle..." 　　"Really?" Upon hearing that even the top student Wei Jiajia had been taken advantage of, I unconsciously increased the pressure on my hands. Xiao Qing trembled violently from my grip. 　　"Yeah, she seems to be asking about birth control pills." 　　Hearing this, my erection grew even harder. I pressed my penis against the girl's lower back. 　　The girl's breathing became increasingly heavy. 　　"Same as always!" I ignored the girl's unwilling expression, grabbed her ponytail, pulled her up, and positioned her mouth directly against my crotch. Then I unzipped my pants, revealing my already erect penis. 　　The girl's ponytail had been adjusted several times recently according to my requests, entirely to find the most convenient angle for me to perform oral sex. Actually, her oral skills were excellent; she could be very comfortable without my control, but I wanted to enjoy the process of controlling and humiliating her. Every girl I've played with has to go from an obedient girl to a slut. This process isn't long, so cherish it. 　　The girl made soft moaning sounds as my glans scraped against her palate, reaching the back of her throat. As I pulled out, I intentionally grazed her cheek, the shape of my glans bulging against her innocent face. The sensation was indescribable. 　　"Where's your tongue?" I demanded sharply, lightly slapping her cheek with the back of my hand. Actually, I had thrust too quickly and deeply; the girl hadn't had time to react. Now, following my instructions, she used her tongue to press against my glans, welcoming my entry. As I withdrew, she circled the tip of my penis with her tongue. 　　"Your technique has improved," I praised her promptly. 　　"Look at me while you're giving me oral sex!" I added. The girl nervously raised her eyes, meeting the lecherous gaze, unsure whether to stare back, her eyes darting left and right. That look, she thought, would soon become an ingrained lust. I tried to remember that look, a wicked smile playing on my lips. It was actually quite difficult for her to lift her eyes in this position between my legs, but that was part of the fun. 　　Many girls can do it but can't say it; their eyes still dare not reveal the feelings deep inside—that's the beauty of training. 　　"What about the other assignment?" I suddenly pulled my penis out. The girl was startled; the head of my penis hit her delicate nose, drawing out a long strand—I couldn't tell if it was saliva or my fluid. The girl wanted to wipe it but hesitated, as if she had remembered something. 　　"It's not finished yet..." She was referring to my request for her to secretly take nude photos of her classmates in the dormitory. Her eyes showed a hint of panic. 　　I pretended to be angry: "Qingqing, do you know how difficult it was to expel Xiaoliang and save you?" 　　"I'm sorry..." The girl trembled. Girls this age are still easily subdued by authority and elders, even if I used a completely fabricated excuse. 　　"I make you feel good, I satisfy you, you have to repay me. You know how many teachers advocate for your punishment, how long can I protect you?" I said earnestly. 　　"Teacher, no... I'll be good, I'll definitely finish it." This girl was genuinely panicked. She intentionally or unintentionally grabbed my hand and pressed it against her chest. Half of it was fear, and half was mutual satisfaction. Neither of them dared to break the ice.

"Take your breasts out!" This time I gave the order. The girl lowered her head, unbuttoned her school uniform, then unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt, pulled up her bra, and pulled her right breast out of her clothes. The girl had very fair skin, and the nipples of girls like this are usually a very light pink. Moreover, she was still developing, and perhaps because of her age, Xiaoqing's nipples had already shown a bright red, proudly displaying a mature charm. However, the areola and nipple were bulging upwards, which meant that this girl was still developing. I liked these kinds of nipples.
I unceremoniously pinched her nipple with my hand and twisted it hard. A young girl, forced to pull her breast out of her clothes for a man to play with her tender nipples, this scene would make anyone's nose bleed. The girl's body quickly went limp, and she involuntarily leaned against my arm, her body trembling slightly, her breath both fragrant and heavy, revealing an alluring desire.
"So, where are the photos I wanted?" I deliberately pulled the girl's nipples outwards, up and down, a flirtatious action that made her face flush instantly. A 17-year-old girl's breasts, usually protected by a conservative school uniform, subtly tempt boys; few get to enjoy such a lewd moment. And few girls get to experience this kind of development during their blossoming season.
"...I'll think of something..." the girl gasped.
"Okay, good girl, we can't delay any longer." I reassured her once again. This way of speaking—between elder and younger, male and female, master and servant—must be constantly reinforced. I simultaneously soothed her with my actions. No longer pulling on her nipples, I played with her right breast with my palm, and then gently unbuttoned more of her blouse to free her other breast, kneading it in both hands.
"Good boy, you know, girls are all very celibate, just like you before. I made you happy, so you have to make me happy too. We can make more people happy, right?"
The girl was unable to answer with words, her breath coming in short gasps. Seeing her breasts being played with, she had already lost all self-control, her hands involuntarily grasping my penis and stroking it up and down. However, her stroking was very gentle; she was still using her last bit of restraint to cover up the desire that had already been aroused within her. A 17-year-old schoolgirl, maintaining a pure and inviolable appearance in front of boys, had already breached her defenses. The valley of desire was waiting to be filled, yet she dared not release it too much, for fear of being looked down upon by me. So she could only awkwardly lower her eyes, not daring to enjoy herself to the fullest, yet unable to completely detach herself. Her body had already taken control of her.
I couldn't let such a wonderful moment pass by. So I lifted her skirt, letting her press it down with her hands, revealing her lower body wearing a pink thong.
"You're still being obedient..." I chuckled, pulling at the bottom of her thong and flicking it. The girl recoiled slightly, unaccustomed to it. I laughed triumphantly.
Her lower body was already soaked with vaginal fluid. I covered her full vulva with my palm, then shoved the sticky thong into her opening, enjoying her bewildered expression. This was so much fun.
Several times I tried to use my other hand to turn her face towards me, but she stubbornly kept her head down. I knew this moment all too well.
Although I had fucked her a few times, I had never been able to establish a completely consensual connection. She was still trying to deny her feelings, even denying the memory of her youthful screams under my penis. I loved this moment. Once she was fully awakened, this feeling would disappear.
I was an experienced hand; after gently stroking the girl's wet vulva a few times, I suddenly thrust my middle finger hard into her vagina.
The girl let out a short "ah," then quickly stared at me with her wet, piercing eyes.
That shy yet primal gaze—I wonder if every man is fortunate enough to appreciate it.
I couldn't laugh anymore; I had to give her the feeling she needed. So I thrust my middle finger forcefully into her vagina. The girl trembled with each thrust, struggling to suppress the shaking, continuing to stare at me with those wet eyes. I stared back at her with a direct, aggressive gaze, while simultaneously increasing the speed of my thrusts. Sending a message: she was completely mine, she was conquered.
The girl was strong. She persisted, her breathing heavy, but her eyes remained open, albeit drooping and trembling uncomfortably, maintaining the facade of forced intimacy.
I was secretly overjoyed. Keep pretending.
Sometimes I wonder why I always want to laugh at times like this, but always manage to hold it in. This moment is crucial.
The girl is making her final choice: whether to completely surrender her body to me. They were just putting up a futile resistance.
Every time this happened, a wicked thought crossed my mind. Keep pretending, you green tea bitch, I'll make you my ex-husband! Do you know what I did to those innocent girls who seemed like little princesses?
I chuckled wickedly to myself. No need to be polite this time.
So I quickly pressed my thumb against the girl's small, barely perceptible clitoris. The girl froze.
Then I used two fingers, thrusting and teasing her.
The girl finally collapsed.
Her taut knees relaxed, collapsing into my hands, whether wanting to enjoy my caresses or trying to pin my hand down to prevent further violation, I couldn't tell. Maybe both.
Now it was out of her control.
I viciously pinched her clitoris between my thumb and forefinger, rubbing it vigorously, while my middle finger remained inside her vagina.
Gasps escaped from her nose and lips simultaneously; she had lost control.
The last few words she uttered were—"Why…why did you seduce me…", her eyes shifting from shyness and a fixed gaze to a radiant smile, seemingly glistening with tears.
How could I miss this moment?
I pressed down hard with three fingers simultaneously, using a practiced, elaborate technique to rub the girl's genitals. She broke down.
The tender, innocent girl in the prime of her youth was now panting heavily, a panting I'd never seen even on the track during an 800-meter test. As I increased the pressure, her breathing grew heavier, until finally,
she couldn't hold back and let out a moan. The sound was like a coquettish scolding of dislike, or a gasp of surprise at being suddenly violated, then it turned into completely unconscious moans of pleasure; she couldn't control her mouth anymore.
I kept my eyes open, wanting to remember this beautiful moment. The self-restraint and abandon of a tender, innocent girl before she was turned into a harlot.
She finally remembered something. Suddenly, she brought her mouth to mine, wanting to silence her own, unable to bear the sound of her own moans.
I wasn't about to let her have her way.
I pressed down on her left breast with my other hand, kneading it while pushing it out forcefully so her mouth couldn't reach me.
She tried her best to suppress her moans, but could only push her breasts towards my hand. She started to whine in frustration.
I wanted to completely shatter her pride.
So I forcefully pushed her left breast upwards, while my right hand, which was inside her, stopped moving.
She was surprised again, her lower body involuntarily meeting my hand, making an unwilling, instinctive thrusting motion. Her narrowed eyes, filled with utter helplessness and despair, emitted a sob.
I was going to test her limits again: "Lick your own breasts!" I pushed her left breast to her mouth.
For someone with C-cup breasts, self-licking is quite challenging. However, for Xiaoqing, who has practiced folk dance, it's still a worthwhile challenge.
I concentrated my strength in my left hand, elongating my breast and bringing it towards the girl's mouth.
The girl unconsciously twisted her body, hoping my right hand would continue thrusting, while trying her best to bring her head towards her left breast, and at the same time, sticking out her tongue, finally licking her nipple.
She gently and diligently licked, casting pleading glances at me, grabbing my right hand with her right hand, hoping I would continue thrusting into her. Finding that I was unmoved, she finally cried out in desperation.
"Lick your nipple hard!" I deliberately used a lewd tone, elongating the word "nipple," continuing to humiliate the girl. I knew that this girl's left breast was more sensitive than her right; when she was in heat, her left nipple would become erect and longer than her right nipple.
Knowing the girl wouldn't willingly engage in such self-pleasure, I suddenly added another movement with my right hand while she was in a daze, my middle finger thrusting in and out forcefully again. The girl finally obeyed, her neck slumping, her tongue reaching for her breasts, licking them wantonly.
She had finally given up.
"Your breasts are hard and long now!" I teased her with a laugh. She licked them diligently, adding sucking motions with her lips, pretending not to hear my teasing words.
I wasn't about to let her off the hook. My right hand quickly withdrew from her wet vagina, smearing her juices on her other breast.
The girl let out a reluctant moan, her hair pulled by me, her mouth turned to her other breast, licking her own juices. I continued to smear her juices on her face.
She was now completely my toy.
Developing a girl isn't easy, especially getting her to completely abandon her initial deep self-defense and reserve, to reveal her wanton side, is quite a difficult hurdle. And once you get past that, sometimes she quickly becomes incredibly wanton, losing all the initial allure. So girls should start playing from a young age, with different ways to play at each age, experiencing different developments, so as not to waste the precious gifts of nature.
Xiaoqing was forced by me the first few times, once even raped, I forced her from crying and refusing to being fucked until she was delirious and finally succumbed to her body. Those times I shattered her reserve, letting her discover her own lust, experiencing that feeling of complete loss of control released from her very core, and then she could only half-heartedly comply. So now is a delicate moment. I am forcing her to feel how despicable she is.
Seeing a young girl in the prime of her life performing her lust in front of a man, I promptly praised and affirmed her—I inserted the middle finger of one hand into her vagina again. At this moment, she actively began to masturbate. She was completely controlled by desire.
So I spread her vagina open and inserted my penis. She then actively began to masturbate.
(To be continued)
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