Teacher Xiaomin

My name is Wu Guoqiang, but my family and classmates call me Xiaoqiang, and even my teacher, Xiaomin, calls me Xiaoqiang. I'm sixteen years old, a second-year high school student at XX Middle School. I consistently rank in the top ten in every exam, so I'd consider myself a good student.

The school is all boys, and every day, besides studying, I study all the way home.

My parents say that at this age, as long as I study hard, I'll definitely achieve something in society.

But I still envy guys like Bobo and Dawei who go out with girls after school every day, either dancing or going to cafes. I've heard that sometimes they even live together with girls.

Like last time at McDonald's, I saw Dawei with a girl, wearing a tight-fitting crop top and a short skirt. I accidentally caught a glimpse of her small, white butt. Living with such a pretty girl must be more satisfying than getting a perfect score on a test. Dawei's hand was pressed tightly against her butt; he's definitely slept with her. Why is it that he's always at the bottom of the class but has pretty girls to sleep with, while I, a top student, can only think about his girl and masturbate? I'm pathetic. In all my life, I only know Xiaoli, the little daughter of the owner of the bookstore next door. I don't even know if she counts as my girlfriend. We've seen a few movies together, gone shopping a few times, and the best we've ever done is hold hands and kiss once.

Last time at the MTV, we secretly drank a few beers together. Seeing her face flushed and her eyes bright, I slowly slipped my hand inside her collar and touched a warm, soft lump of flesh—probably her breasts! She was engrossed in the movie, so I didn't want her to notice. I paused for a long time, then slowly slipped my hand inside her stiff bra. It was a bit stuffy inside, probably due to poor ventilation; I felt sweat on my fingertips. Then I touched a soft, small nipple. That was the first time I'd ever touched a nipple. It didn't seem very elastic; the surface felt like it had tiny pores. It was completely different from what the books said about nipples being hard and protruding. I don't know who's right or wrong, but I swear Xiaoli's nipples are soft.

She probably didn't expect me to be so lecherous. She jumped up, her face as red as a ripe apple, and called me a big pervert. Then she sat far away until the movie ended. From that time on, she never watched music videos with me again. Humph! She wasn't even half as pretty as Dawei's girlfriend, how could she be worthy of a good student like me? I wasn't angry at all.

My favorite girl was my school's English teacher—Wu Shumin. I secretly called her Xiaomin. She had recently graduated from teachers' college and had been teaching at the school for half a year. She had soft, black hair and shiny skin.

She had a slim waist and a big butt. The students secretly called her Big Butt, but what I loved most was her round butt.

Every time she wrote on the blackboard behind our backs, I forgot to copy the notes. I only remembered looking at her buttocks through her tight short skirt, imagining the two panty lines extending from her waist to the middle of her buttocks, wondering what the intersection of those lines was all about. The ones in the books were usually dark red, with lots of pubic hair, and some even had moisture seeping from the creases. I wondered if Ms. Xiaomin's would see moisture? Thinking about it often made my penis unbearably hard, and I really wanted to hit it, but I couldn't during class.

One time, I was incredibly hard, and Ms. Xiaomin bent down to pick up the blackboard eraser. Through her short skirt, I saw a bulging mark at the intersection of her lines. I couldn't stand it anymore and ejaculated in my pants. I held it in for the whole class, feeling sticky and uncomfortable, and only managed to clean myself up with toilet paper after class.

Of course! I will definitely find an opportunity to get close to Ms. Xiaomin. Once, I went to her office and asked to borrow her notes because I hadn't copied them all. Luckily, she didn't ask me to borrow from other students. She took out her lecture notes and told me to copy them in the empty seat next to her.

That day, the weather was just starting to get hot, and the air conditioning hadn't been turned on yet. There was only a tall standing fan in the office, which was spinning around. I was sitting downwind and happened to smell the fragrance emanating from Ms. Xiaomin. While copying, I also stole glances at her. Ms. Xiaomin's profile was really beautiful. She had long eyelashes, and her nose was sweating. She was looking down and seemed to be writing something with great concentration.

Every time the fan swept across the room, it created a gust of wind, causing the teacher's light green A-line skirt to billow and reveal her pale knees. I waited, hoping the wind would lift the entire skirt open, but my wish was never fulfilled, even as the bell rang for the first class of the afternoon.

I couldn't take it anymore. Every time I thought about Teacher Xiaomin, I masturbated until my penis was almost raw, but I had never actually touched her. Sometimes, in my wet dreams, I would imagine taking off Teacher Xiaomin's underwear, only to find it completely bare.

I finally got a chance to ask Ahua, and he told me, "You can't dream about things you haven't seen." I swear I've seen at least fifty women's holes in pornographic books, but he said, "That's useless! You've never seen a real hole." Sigh! If that's the case, I'm helpless, but who will show me? Xiao Li or Teacher Xiao Min? I'd prefer Teacher Xiao Min, then I'd have a reason to masturbate and have wet dreams every day.

Quite a few classmates like Teacher Xiao Min; what can I say, we're a monastic school? To paraphrase a saying my older brother, currently serving in the military, taught me, "Three years in the army, even a sow is more beautiful than a weasel," and I'm practically saying, "Three years in a monastic school, even a sow is more beautiful than a weasel!" Besides, Teacher Xiao Min is a thousand times, ten thousand times more beautiful than a sow; she might even rival a weasel! At the end of June, near the end of our second year of high school, a dozen classmates invited Teacher Xiao Min to go to Leofoo Village, and Teacher Xiao Min also dragged Teacher Zhang Jinghui along.

That day, everyone was scrambling to sit next to Ms. Xiaomin, but I managed to snag a spot on the roller coaster. As soon as I got on and pulled down the latch, Ms. Xiaomin smiled and said to me, "Xiaoqiang! I'm a bit scared to ride roller coasters, so you'd better take good care of me." I smiled shyly, only daring to shout in my heart, "I promise! I promise!" A few minutes after we started moving, Ms. Xiaomin's face turned pale. On the first downhill section, I heard her scream. Instead of grabbing the horizontal bar, she clung tightly to my arm, her head and face completely hidden in the crook of my arm, even her soft breasts pressed against my arm.

I remained as still as ever, not looking forward, but turning to the side and staring down at Ms. Xiaomin's white cleavage. If this was considered taking advantage of the situation, then I had to admit it! My arms slowly pushed against the teacher's tightly pressed breasts, moving back and forth. A mature woman is a mature woman after all; the elastic, round, and full feeling was completely different from Xiao Li's. My arms felt like they were buried in a cotton field, giving me unbearable pleasure.

After entering the senior year of high school, Teacher Xiao Min stopped teaching our class, but I still often stood in front of the balcony watching her walk across the cement road with two rows of kapok trees, carrying a stack of English books and her skirt fluttering. Sometimes I would secretly peek at her writing furiously outside the teachers' office. I masturbated to her more often every day, but my underwear was still completely blank. Ahua said that this was called sexual dissatisfaction, and he was willing to take me to the Fuguo Hotel outside the school to deflower me.

"How much?" I asked him. "Not expensive at all, you might even get a red envelope for this young chick!" I thought he was definitely bragging, because my older brother said nobody gives red envelopes these days, and he clearly hadn't received one. "Unless it's an old-fashioned brothel!" my older brother concluded.

I had no intention of giving my first time to a prostitute; I'd give it to the beautiful Teacher Xiaomin.

And now, Teacher Xiaomin was lying in front of me, her high breasts rising and falling as she slept so sweetly.

The short hundred meters from Miti Cafe to the Fuguo Hotel felt like I'd walked halfway around the world. I supported the teacher the whole way, and she couldn't even walk properly. Afraid of swaying me too much, she tried to walk in the darker areas downstairs. Finally, we safely entered the black glass hotel entrance.

The receptionist, who had registered my ID, asked, "What happened to her?" For a moment, I was speechless. "My sister fainted after being in the sun for too long. I don't know if it's heatstroke!" This was the answer I had prepared beforehand.

The receptionist glanced at the bright sunlight outside and said suspiciously, "You should have laid her down immediately." "But she fainted outside the hotel. I think it might be better to go inside and enjoy the air conditioning!" I had anticipated this question and had already prepared my answer.

Seeing my honest expression, the receptionist didn't press further and helped Teacher Xiaomin up to the third floor.

Today, Ms. Xiaomin was wearing a pink short skirt, very ladylike, only six or seven centimeters above her knees. I slowly pushed the skirt up to her small waist, revealing her fair thighs underneath. She wore a light pink thong, the lace panties tightly covering what I could never see in my dreams. The hot weather made her lower body a little sweaty, and her panties felt damp and smelled fragrant and slightly erotic. As I touched her panties, my heart was pounding so fast, and her slightly protruding private parts rose and fell with her breath.

I wasn't in a hurry to take off Teacher Xiaomin's panties because I was still breathing heavily. I brought my face close to the beautiful panties to carefully admire this thing I had been fantasizing about for so long. Brown skin was exposed at the edge of the panties, with relatively large pores. A few pubic hairs were pressed against the edge of the panties, curled and bent, just like my pubic hair. I pulled the panties to the sides of my groin, and the dark brown, plump, wrinkled labia were turned out, trembling slightly with my breath. The plump labia were obediently closed, the color of my foreskin, but the inside of the two slug-like labia minora was a bright red, with a faint mucus.

I smelled the sour, slightly urinous odor of her vulva, and I was so excited I could hardly breathe. My penis had never felt so painfully swollen.

Parting her labia, the entire vaginal canal was a vibrant red. Slightly prying it open with my fingers, I could see soft, tender polyps inside the vagina, clumps together with a slightly transparent fluid.

At the junction of the labia minora, a small fleshy lump bulged; the book said this was the clitoris, the most sensitive part of a woman's body. Above the clitoris was a fold of flesh—if that counted as a foreskin, then I'd lost five hundred dollars to Ahua, because I'd bet him that women don't have foreskins. None of the hundred or two adult books I'd read explained it clearly, and I thought, if a woman doesn't have a penis, how could she have a foreskin? Seeing the wet, fleshy vagina inside, I had an irresistible urge to lick it. Just ten more centimeters and I could do it—that's how it's done in the Japanese porn I've been watching. Every time I see that scene, I think it's filthy but also incredibly exciting.

Ah-hua, however, says he'd rather die than lick a woman's vagina; it's so unmanly! "Using your penis to penetrate is what makes a man!" he always says.

But now I'm licking it. Anyway, Teacher Xiao-min is asleep, Ah-hua isn't around, and this is Teacher Xiao-min's! Ha! The warm flesh is sour, with the pungent smell of urine. I couldn't take it after just a little lick; my pants are completely soaked, and my sour penis has already ejaculated on my underwear.

I left Ms. Xiaomin's vulva open and ran into the bathroom to wash myself. I came back naked, thinking this might be the first and last time I'd be so close to her vagina, and I wanted to cherish every second. So I stretched out my tongue and licked her clitoris, labia, and anus several times.

Ms. Xiaomin's anus was tightly closed like chrysanthemum petals, but my tongue still retained some of the smell—I didn't know if it was foul or what, maybe like the smell of a rotting place! It turns out that Ms. Xiaomin wasn't as fragrant as I'd imagined; like my penis, she also emitted a kind of embarrassing odor.

I licked like that for a while, finding licking the clitoris the most stimulating. It slowly swelled up, and some clear fluid secreted from the red flesh below, making my chin a little damp.

Suddenly, Ms. Xiaomin subtly moved her hips, startling him. But then he remembered it was his doing that had aroused her, and the stimulation made his penis hard again.

He was in this situation; it would be a huge loss if he didn't penetrate Ms. Xiaomin and get arrested and locked up. Although he was under eighteen, drugging and raping his teacher would definitely make headlines in every newspaper. He thought his parents would disown him as their only son, and he wouldn't be able to continue his studies, let alone have a bright future. How could he have become so depraved? Last month I ordered FM2 from a super obscene website, and to my surprise, it arrived in just one week. I was both excited and nervous, and spent a month planning it, only wanting to use it on Teacher Xiaomin. If my underwear for all my erotic dreams is blank, then I'm doomed. Even having a substantial and interesting erotic dream in jail is better than dreaming about Teacher Xiaomin's blank underwear until I die.

So I arranged to meet Teacher Xiaomin at the Miti Cafe next to the Fukuo Hotel for some English review before the college entrance exam, one by one, and she agreed. And everything has gone smoothly until now.

I inserted it. Really, I inserted it into Teacher Xiao Min’s wet and hot body. I actually did what I couldn’t do in my dream in real life. I burst into tears of excitement. I raised my head and admired this wonderful moment deeply.

Teacher Xiao Min's penis was like a volcano bursting with lava, and his dick felt like it was about to melt inside. The soft crotch meat was sucking the dick tightly, and the twitching made me so moved that I couldn't move for a long time. I could only feel the teacher holding my flesh with her vagina to achieve the most intimate union. What could be more intimate than the firm union of this kind of sexual organ? Unbuttoning Ms. Xiaomin's coat and bra, I tightly grasped her two full breasts, letting the nipples peek out between my fingers. Even when she lay sprawled out, her breasts remained noticeably perky, not flat.

Ahua said they must be fake—that she'd had breast augmentation—but I was certain Ms. Xiaomin's breasts were real. I could clearly feel their elasticity and wonderful rhythm as I rubbed them in circles with my hands. Anyone who dared say they were fake would be furious. While rubbing

her breasts, I slowly pulled on my penis. Ms. Xiaomin's vagina gripped me tightly, and with each pull, the bright red vaginal tissue inside was turned inside out, with some clear bubbles bubbling out.

As I pulled my glans, the teacher suddenly exhaled a foul breath, which startled me again. Fortunately, she was still smiling as she slept. I slowly inserted it deeper into her vagina, not daring to go too fast, because today was my first time. My glans was still standing at the peak, and if I wasn't careful, it would slip down. If I ejaculated again, I couldn't guarantee I would have a third time.

Taking a deep breath, I began to rhythmically thrust in and out of Teacher Xiaomin's hot hole, my eyes fixed on my penis pushing against her labia, going in and out. Gradually, the in and out of my penis became smoother and smoother, the hole became hotter and hotter, and more and more bubbles appeared. The overflowing vaginal fluid was as clear and transparent as saliva, flowing onto Teacher Xiaomin's anus and forming a shiny layer, like a face mask.

I was flushed and panting heavily as I thrust, and the teacher seemed to sense it too, her breathing becoming heavy and rapid.

Just before my ears were about to break down, a series of urgent knocks came at the door. I felt like I was plunged into an icy abyss, but the head of my penis inside Teacher Xiaomin's warm flesh betrayed me, spurting out semen after a few thrusts. I was completely exhausted for a full fifteen seconds—I felt amazing, but also stunned! "Open the door! Police check!" My mind went blank; I hadn't even come to my senses.

"Open the door! Police check!" Even if I had my pants on, how could I explain this? "Hey! Officer, just open the door with the key.

" It was the policeman's gruff voice, followed by the rustling sound of a key opening the door.

"Online pornography is rampant, and controlled drugs are rampant." "A student from a well-known national high school is suspected of drugging and raping a female teacher." [Reporter Bai Bobo, Hsinchu] Last night, Hsinchu police conducted an expanded inspection of eight industries in their jurisdiction

. In room 502 of the Fukuo Hotel, they caught Wu XX, a student from a well-known national high school, suspected of drugging and raping the school's English teacher using FM2. Originally, the police operation was aimed at inspecting travel agencies in the jurisdiction that were increasingly harboring mainland Chinese women for sex work. However, with the assistance of the hotel staff, the police entered room 502 and found an unconscious adult woman and a minor lying inside, both of them disheveled.

During initial questioning by the police, the teenager remained evasive and gave contradictory answers regarding why the woman was unconscious.

Finally, after identity verification, it was discovered that the two were teacher and student. The police then took Wu to the police station and notified his guardian.

Under pressure from his parents, Wu finally confessed to the entire crime. In early October, Wu obtained the banned drug FM2 through online shopping and postal delivery services. After more than a month of planning, he lured the female teacher out alone under the pretense of asking about her studies, where she drank a beverage laced with the banned drug. He then took her to a nearby travel agency and sexually assaulted her.

Wu's classmates and teachers were quite surprised that he would commit such a crime. In their eyes, Wu had always been a well-behaved and academically excellent student, even blushing when talking about matters between men and women. They simply couldn't connect this case with Wu.

Wu's mother also stated that her son had never had a girlfriend, only focused on his studies, and dreamed of becoming a judge. How could he possibly break the law? She hoped the police could investigate thoroughly…

My name is Wu Guoqiang, but my family and classmates call me Xiaoqiang, and even my teacher, Ms. Xiaomin, calls me Xiaoqiang. I'm sixteen years old, a second-year high school student at ×× Middle School. I consistently rank in the top ten in every exam, so I should be considered a good student.

The school is all boys; every day, besides studying at school, I study again at home.

My parents say that as long as I study hard at this age, I'll definitely succeed in the future.

But I still envy people like Bobo and Dawei who go out and mess around with girls every day after class. They're either dancing or going to cafes, and I heard they sometimes even live together.

Like last time I saw Dawei at McDonald's with a girl, wearing a crop top and a short skirt. I accidentally saw her small, white butt. Living with such a pretty girl must be even better than getting a perfect score. I saw Dawei's hand pressed tightly against her butt; he's definitely slept with her. Why is it that he's always at the bottom of the class but has pretty girls to sleep with, while I, a top student, can only think about his girl and masturbate? I'm pathetic. All my life, the only person I know is Xiaoli, the youngest daughter of the owner of the bookstore two doors down

. I don't even know if she counts as my girlfriend. We've seen a few movies together, gone shopping a few times, and the best we've ever done is hold hands and kiss once. Last time at the MTV, we secretly drank a few beers together. Seeing her face flushed and her eyes bright, I slowly slipped my hand under her collar and touched a warm, soft mound of flesh—I guess it was her breast! She was engrossed in the movie, and I didn't want her to notice. I paused for a long time, then slowly slipped my hand inside her stiff bra. It was probably stuffy inside, and my fingertips were sweating. Then I touched a soft, tiny nipple. That was the first time I'd ever touched a nipple. It didn't seem very elastic; the surface felt like it had tiny pores. It was completely different from what the books said about nipples being hard and protruding. I don't know who was right or wrong, but I swear Xiaoli's nipples were soft.

She probably didn't expect me to be so lewd. She jumped up, her face as red as a ripe apple, and called me a pervert. Then she sat far away until the movie ended. And from that time on, she never watched music videos with me again. Humph! She wasn't even half as pretty as Dawei's girlfriend, how could she be worthy of a good student like me? I wasn't angry at all.

My favorite girl was our school's English teacher—Wu Shumin. I secretly called her Xiaomin. She had recently graduated from teachers' college and had been teaching at the school for half a year. She had soft, black hair and shiny skin.

She had a slim waist and a big butt, and the students secretly called her "Big Butt," but what I loved most about her was her round butt.

Every time she wrote on the blackboard behind our backs, I forgot to copy the notes. I only remembered looking at her butt behind her tight short skirt, imagining the two panty lines extending from her waist to the middle of her buttocks, wondering what the intersection was all about. The ones in the books are usually dark red and have a lot of hair, and some even have moisture seeping out from the creases. I wonder if Teacher Xiaomin's panties would have moisture seeping out? I often get so hard just thinking about it that I really want to masturbate, but I can't during class.

One time, I was so hard that Ms. Xiaomin bent down to pick up the blackboard eraser, and through her short skirt, I could see a bulge at the groin. I couldn't take it anymore and ejaculated in my pants. I held it in for the whole class, feeling sticky and uncomfortable, and only managed to clean myself up with toilet paper after class.

Of course, I would always try to get close to Ms. Xiaomin. Once, I went to her office and pretended that I hadn't copied all my notes, so I asked to borrow some from her. Luckily, she didn't tell me to borrow from other students; instead, she took out her lecture notes and told me to copy them from the empty seat next to her.

That day, the weather was just starting to get warm, and the air conditioning hadn't been turned on yet. The office only had a tall, standing fan blowing, circling around. I was sitting downwind, and I happened to be smelling the fragrant breeze emanating from Ms. Xiaomin. While copying, I also stole glances at her. Ms. Xiaomin's profile was really beautiful, with long eyelashes, and beads of sweat on her nose.

She was looking down, seemingly engrossed in writing something. Every time the fan swept past, it created a gust of wind, causing Ms. Xiaomin's light green A-line skirt to flutter and reveal her fair knees. I waited, hoping to see the wind lift the entire skirt open, but my wish was never fulfilled until the bell rang for the first class in the afternoon.

I really can't take it anymore. Every time I think about Teacher Xiaomin, I masturbate until my penis is almost raw, but I've never actually touched her. Sometimes, when I have a wet dream, I'm about to take off Teacher Xiaomin's panties, and there's nothing underneath.

I finally got a chance to ask Ahua, and he told me, "You can't dream about things you haven't seen." I swear I've seen at least fifty women's holes in porn, but he said, "That's useless! You've never seen a real hole." Sigh! If that's the case, I'm doomed. But who can I show them to? Xiaoli or Teacher Xiaomin? Teacher Xiaomin would be best, then I'd have a basis for masturbating and having wet dreams every day.

Quite a few classmates like Teacher Xiaomin; what can I say, it's a monastic school. To paraphrase a saying my older brother, who's currently serving in the military, taught me, "Three years in the army makes even a sow more beautiful than a sable cicada," and I'm practically a case of "Three years in a monastery makes even a sow more beautiful than a sable cicada." What's more, Teacher Xiaomin is a thousand times, ten thousand times more beautiful than a sow, and probably even rivals a sable cicada! At the end of June, near the end of my second year of high school, a dozen or so classmates invited Teacher Xiaomin to go to Leofoo Village for fun, and Teacher Xiaomin also dragged Teacher Zhang Jinghui along.

That day, everyone was scrambling to sit next to Ms. Xiaomin, but I managed to snag a spot on the roller coaster. As soon as I got on and pulled down the latch, Ms. Xiaomin smiled and said to me, "Xiaoqiang! I'm a bit scared to ride roller coasters, so you'd better take good care of me." I smiled shyly, only daring to shout in my heart, "I promise! I promise!" A few minutes after we started moving, Ms. Xiaomin's face turned pale. On the first downhill section, I heard her scream. Instead of grabbing the horizontal bar, she clung tightly to my arm, her head and face completely hidden in the crook of my arm, even her soft breasts pressed against my arm.

I remained as still as ever, not looking forward, but turning to the side and staring down at Ms. Xiaomin's white cleavage. If this was considered taking advantage of the situation, then I had to admit it! My arms slowly pushed against the teacher's tightly pressed breasts, moving back and forth. A mature woman is a mature woman after all; the elastic, round, and full feeling was completely different from Xiao Li's. My arms felt like they were buried in a cotton field, giving me unbearable pleasure.

After entering the senior year of high school, Teacher Xiao Min stopped teaching our class, but I still often stood in front of the balcony watching her walk across the cement road with two rows of kapok trees, carrying a stack of English books and her skirt fluttering. Sometimes I would secretly peek at her writing furiously outside the teachers' office. I masturbated to her more often every day, but my underwear was still completely blank. Ahua said that this was called sexual dissatisfaction, and he was willing to take me to the Fuguo Hotel outside the school to deflower me.

"How much?" I asked him. "Not expensive at all, you might even get a red envelope for this young chick!" I thought he was definitely bragging, because my older brother said nobody gives red envelopes these days, and he clearly hadn't received one. "Unless it's an old-fashioned brothel!" my older brother concluded.

I had no intention of giving my first time to a prostitute; I'd give it to the beautiful Teacher Xiaomin.

And now, Teacher Xiaomin was lying in front of me, her high breasts rising and falling as she slept so sweetly.

The short hundred meters from Miti Cafe to the Fuguo Hotel felt like I'd walked halfway around the world. I supported the teacher the whole way, and she couldn't even walk properly. Afraid of swaying me too much, she tried to walk in the darker areas downstairs. Finally, we safely entered the black glass hotel entrance.

The clerk at the counter registered my ID card and asked me, "What happened to her?" For a moment, I was almost speechless. "My sister fainted after being in the sun for too long. I don't know if it's heatstroke!" This was the answer I had prepared long ago.

The madam glanced at the bright, glaring sun outside and said with a suspicious look, "We should have laid her down right away." "But she fainted right outside the hotel. I think it might be better for her to go inside and enjoy the air conditioning!" I had anticipated this question and had already prepared my answer.

Seeing my honest expression, the madam didn't press further and helped Teacher Xiaomin up to the third floor.

Today, Ms. Xiaomin was wearing a pink short skirt, very ladylike, only six or seven centimeters above her knees. I slowly pushed the skirt up to her small waist, revealing her fair thighs underneath. She wore a light pink thong, the lace panties tightly covering what I could never see in my dreams. The hot weather made her lower body a little sweaty, and her panties felt damp and smelled fragrant and slightly erotic. As I touched her panties, my heart was pounding so fast, and her slightly protruding private parts rose and fell with her breath.

I wasn't in a hurry to take off Teacher Xiaomin's panties because I was still breathing heavily. I brought my face close to the beautiful panties to carefully admire this thing I had been fantasizing about for so long. Brown skin was exposed at the edge of the panties, with relatively large pores. A few pubic hairs were pressed against the edge of the panties, curled and bent, just like my pubic hair. I pulled the panties to the sides of my groin, and the dark brown, plump, wrinkled labia were turned out, trembling slightly with my breath. The plump labia were obediently closed, the color of my foreskin, but the inside of the two slug-like labia minora was a bright red, with a faint mucus.

I smelled the sour, slightly urinous odor of her vulva, and I was so excited I could hardly breathe. My penis had never felt so painfully swollen.

Parting her labia, the entire vaginal canal was a vibrant red. Slightly prying it open with my fingers, I could see soft, tender polyps inside the vagina, clumps together with a slightly transparent fluid.

At the junction of the labia minora, a small fleshy lump bulged; the book said this was the clitoris, the most sensitive part of a woman's body. Above the clitoris was a fold of flesh—if that counted as a foreskin, then I'd lost five hundred dollars to Ahua, because I'd bet him that women don't have foreskins. None of the hundred or two adult books I'd read explained it clearly, and I thought, if a woman doesn't have a penis, how could she have a foreskin? Seeing the wet, fleshy vagina inside, I had an irresistible urge to lick it. Just ten more centimeters and I could do it—that's how it's done in the Japanese porn I've been watching. Every time I see that scene, I think it's filthy but also incredibly exciting.

Ah-hua, however, says he'd rather die than lick a woman's vagina; it's so unmanly! "Using your penis to penetrate is what makes a man!" he always says.

But now I'm licking it. Anyway, Teacher Xiao-min is asleep, Ah-hua isn't around, and this is Teacher Xiao-min's! Ha! The warm flesh is sour, with the pungent smell of urine. I couldn't take it after just a little lick; my pants are completely soaked, and my sour penis has already ejaculated on my underwear.

I left Ms. Xiaomin's vulva open and ran into the bathroom to wash myself. I came back naked, thinking this might be the first and last time I'd be so close to her vagina, and I wanted to cherish every second. So I stretched out my tongue and licked her clitoris, labia, and anus several times.

Ms. Xiaomin's anus was tightly closed like chrysanthemum petals, but my tongue still retained some of the smell—I didn't know if it was foul or what, maybe like the smell of a rotting place! It turns out that Ms. Xiaomin wasn't as fragrant as I'd imagined; like my penis, she also emitted a kind of embarrassing odor.

I licked like that for a while, finding licking the clitoris the most stimulating. It slowly swelled up, and some clear fluid secreted from the red flesh below, making my chin a little damp.

Suddenly, Ms. Xiaomin subtly moved her hips, startling him. But then he remembered it was his doing that had aroused her, and the stimulation made his penis hard again.

He was in this situation; it would be a huge loss if he didn't penetrate Ms. Xiaomin and get arrested and locked up. Although he was under eighteen, drugging and raping his teacher would definitely make headlines in every newspaper. He thought his parents would disown him as their only son, and he wouldn't be able to continue his studies, let alone have a bright future. How could he have become so depraved? Last month I ordered FM2 from a super obscene website, and to my surprise, it arrived in just one week. I was both excited and nervous, and spent a month planning it, only wanting to use it on Teacher Xiaomin. If my underwear for all my erotic dreams is blank, then I'm doomed. Even having a substantial and interesting erotic dream in jail is better than dreaming about Teacher Xiaomin's blank underwear until I die.

So I arranged to meet Teacher Xiaomin at the Miti Cafe next to the Fukuo Hotel for some English review before the college entrance exam, one by one, and she agreed. And everything has gone smoothly until now.

I inserted it. Really, I inserted it into Teacher Xiao Min’s wet and hot body. I actually did what I couldn’t do in my dream in real life. I burst into tears of excitement. I raised my head and admired this wonderful moment deeply.

Teacher Xiao Min's penis was like a volcano bursting with lava, and his dick felt like it was about to melt inside. The soft crotch meat was sucking the dick tightly, and the twitching made me so moved that I couldn't move for a long time. I could only feel the teacher holding my flesh with her vagina to achieve the most intimate union. What could be more intimate than the firm union of this kind of sexual organ? Unbuttoning Ms. Xiaomin's coat and bra, I tightly grasped her two full breasts, letting the nipples peek out between my fingers. Even when she lay sprawled out, her breasts remained noticeably perky, not flat.

Ahua said they must be fake—that she'd had breast augmentation—but I was certain Ms. Xiaomin's breasts were real. I could clearly feel their elasticity and wonderful rhythm as I rubbed them in circles with my hands. Anyone who dared say they were fake would be furious. While rubbing

her breasts, I slowly pulled on my penis. Ms. Xiaomin's vagina gripped me tightly, and with each pull, the bright red vaginal tissue inside was turned inside out, with some clear bubbles bubbling out.

As I pulled my glans, the teacher suddenly exhaled a foul breath, which startled me again. Fortunately, she was still smiling as she slept. I slowly inserted it deeper into her vagina, not daring to go too fast, because today was my first time. My glans was still standing at the peak, and if I wasn't careful, it would slip down. If I ejaculated again, I couldn't guarantee I would have a third time.

Taking a deep breath, I began to rhythmically thrust in and out of Teacher Xiaomin's hot hole, my eyes fixed on my penis pushing against her labia, going in and out. Gradually, the in and out of my penis became smoother and smoother, the hole became hotter and hotter, and more and more bubbles appeared. The overflowing vaginal fluid was as clear and transparent as saliva, flowing onto Teacher Xiaomin's anus and forming a shiny layer, like a face mask.

I was flushed and panting heavily as I thrust, and the teacher seemed to sense it too, her breathing becoming heavy and rapid.

Just before my ears were about to break down, a series of urgent knocks came at the door. I felt like I was plunged into an icy abyss, but the head of my penis inside Teacher Xiaomin's warm flesh betrayed me, spurting out semen after a few thrusts. I was completely exhausted for a full fifteen seconds—I felt amazing, but also stunned! "Open the door! Police check!" My mind went blank; I hadn't even come to my senses.

"Open the door! Police check!" Even if I had my pants on, how could I explain this? "Hey! Officer, just open the door with the key.

" It was the policeman's gruff voice, followed by the rustling sound of a key opening the door.

"Online pornography is rampant, and controlled drugs are rampant." "A student from a well-known national high school is suspected of drugging and raping a female teacher." [Reporter Bai Bobo, Hsinchu] Last night, Hsinchu police conducted an expanded inspection of eight industries in their jurisdiction

. In room 502 of the Fukuo Hotel, they caught Wu XX, a student from a well-known national high school, suspected of drugging and raping the school's English teacher using FM2. Originally, the police operation was aimed at inspecting travel agencies in the jurisdiction that were increasingly harboring mainland Chinese women for sex work. However, with the assistance of the hotel staff, the police entered room 502 and found an unconscious adult woman and a minor lying inside, both of them disheveled.

During initial questioning by the police, the teenager remained evasive and gave contradictory answers regarding why the woman was unconscious.

Finally, after identity verification, it was discovered that the two were teacher and student. The police then took Wu to the police station and notified his guardian.

Under his parents' persistent coaxing, Wu finally confessed to the entire crime. In early October, Wu obtained the banned substance FM2 through online shopping and postal delivery services. After more than a month of planning, he lured his female teacher out alone under the pretense of asking about her studies, where she drank a beverage laced with the banned substance. He then took her to a nearby travel agency and sexually assaulted her.

Wu's classmates and teachers were quite surprised that he would commit such a crime. In their eyes, Wu had always been a well-behaved and academically excellent student who would even blush when talking about men and women. They simply could not reconcile this case with Wu.

Wu's mother also stated that her son had never had a girlfriend, only focused on his studies, and dreamed of becoming a judge. She said he would never break the law and hoped the police would investigate thoroughly.

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