Having sex with a female teacher in the wild

I'm 22 years old and a university student majoring in Arabic. There are 30 students in my class, 25 of whom are girls. The other four boys are rather unattractive, short, and thin, with the typical physique of southerners, somewhat resembling migrant workers.

I, on the other hand, have the typical physique of a northeastern man, standing at 182 cm tall. I was a key player on the high school team, with a handsome face and a typical 0618 golden ratio physique, naturally becoming the most handsome man in our college and also our class monitor.

As everyone knows, university is very free.

We were no exception, often organizing activities like picnics, hiking, and dances.

I met her during one of our college's hiking trips. I was hiking very fast when I saw her sitting alone by the roadside, looking a bit tired. At that time, I only thought she was very pretty and didn't know she was a teacher.

I remember that day she wore a light-colored dress, very slender, with firm but round breasts. Because of her rosy complexion, she was very charming.

She had very fair skin, wore flesh-colored stockings, and black leather shoes with low heels.

I was stunned. My God, someone this beautiful! I pulled her up and said I'd take her running.

She hesitated for a moment, then agreed.

All the way, I held her hand, and time seemed to stand still. I pulled her along, running like crazy.

She said, "How can you be so strong?" I asked her if she liked it.

Later, she told me she was a newly transferred teacher. She said she was already 28 years old. My God, she didn't look it at all! I thought she was my little sister.

That day, we walked and talked along the path. She said she enjoyed being with me.

Back at my place, I felt incredibly disappointed, not because I hadn't slept with her, but because I couldn't sleep all night.

To be honest, she was so captivating. Just sitting next to her made my heart race. When she put her hand on my leg, my throat went dry, and I felt completely flustered…

This was a feeling I'd never experienced before, not even with my first love in high school…

That night, my mind was filled with her. A strange thought startled me: had I fallen in love with her?

From then on, I was determined to get my hands on this beautiful young teacher.

That day, I happened to be free, so I made an excuse and asked her out.

We took a taxi and drove until I took her to a remote, desolate mountain, about 3 kilometers from the school, completely deserted.

Heh, I'd scouted it out beforehand.

"Weren't you supposed to be talking about business? Why did you bring me here?" she asked, starting to suspect.

She now appeared as a very elegant and beautiful young woman, wearing a black trench coat. She was both sexy and dignified.

"One is a strong young man, the other a young woman, what do you think we're doing?" I lewdly chuckled.

She panicked slightly: "You, how could you do this?"

"Go ahead and shout, it won't do any good. Look how nice this place is, beautiful scenery, but nobody's here. It's not just you and me. Teacher, I like you so much, really… you look so beautiful today!" I reached out and grabbed her breasts.

"Ah…" she cried out.

I kneaded them vigorously, my hands reaching her soft skin even through her coat and bra. It was as if I wanted to melt her.

She took a deep breath, her face flushed, and looked at me longingly.

I ripped open her coat and threw it far away. It was quiet there, only ants crawling.

My hand began to move towards her thigh.

"Teacher..." I kissed her, our hot lips pressed together, her body trembling.

My left hand slipped under her clothes, pushed aside her bra, and placed my hand directly on her smooth, soft breasts.

First, I grabbed the base of her breasts, squeezing and shaking them from side to side. This move immediately made her breasts swell, and her breathing became more rapid. Then I pressed, kneaded, and squeezed her breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples with my index and middle fingers, occasionally rubbing them with my thumb.

"Ah... um... no... no..." She tried to escape something, but I held her tightly.

At this moment, my tongue had already left its passionate marks on her earlobe, behind her ear, and her neck.

I placed my right hand between her legs, and she clamped me tightly, not letting me touch her upwards. My thumb, however, was restless and started to burrow upwards.

Suddenly, she trembled a few times, and I took the opportunity to touch her lower body, while she still held me tightly.

Even through her pants, I could clearly feel the barely concealed heat, like the heat before a volcanic eruption. I took off her top completely, so she had to hold me tightly to maintain her body heat.

"Don't touch me anymore, please, teacher..." her voice was full of pleading.

"Okay, teacher..." But I continued to touch her. I even unbuckled her belt.

"Teacher, there's no one else here!" When I pulled down her pants, I was stunned. What beautiful legs, what pretty lace panties.

"Teacher, your panties are so sexy. I didn't expect someone as dignified as you to wear such panties. Why are they wet?"

"Please, don't say anymore!" Her face was flushed.

My tongue also slid down her skin to the base of her thighs, caressing her labia, vulva, and clitoris. So soft. I rubbed and rubbed.

"Ah...oh...mmm..." I couldn't hear what she was saying anymore.

I stuck out my tongue and licked the teacher's clitoris and the surrounding area. She let out a loud moan, and suddenly she pressed my head tightly against her vulva with her hand

, preventing me from moving. Little did she know that although my head couldn't move, my tongue could still move freely, and it was even more tightly pressed against her vulva. After a while, she let go and allowed me to ravage her secret place. I inserted my middle finger into her vagina, pressing and kneading her inner walls. Perhaps she hadn't had sex in a long time; her vagina was very tight, and the soft folds tightly surrounded my middle finger. Inside her vagina, I found her slightly hard G-spot and pressed it hard.

She let out a "mmm" sound in her throat, and her waist arched forward. My middle finger penetrated deep into her vagina, and my face was pressed tightly against her vulva.

"Teacher, does this feel good?"

"Oh..."

"Say something? Can I go deeper?"

"Ah...Teacher can't take it anymore...It's so itchy..."

"Can't take it anymore? Do you want me to relieve your itch? Say something, dignified teacher?"

"Ah...Spare me, insert it into me, stop touching me, just insert it..."

My God, she probably couldn't have imagined she would say such a thing.

I rubbed my thick penis against her private parts without going in. She writhed more and more violently under me, feeling a desire in her lower abdomen that couldn't be released, even though hot fluid kept flowing out of her private parts.

"Ah, please come in, teacher can't take it anymore..."

"Teacher, you've flowed so much, do you like me?"

"Yes, please come quickly, I'm going to die!"

I held her waist and thrust in hard!

"Ah...ah...um...um..." An uncontrollable pleasure came from deep in her throat, a painful pleasure.

I began to thrust into her hard, her head thrashing wildly. She was a completely frenzied woman, a dignified woman acting so wildly. It seems that emotions and desires are human nature, so what's wrong with that?

I felt I couldn't take it anymore, so I gritted my teeth and changed my thrusting technique to a rotating motion, which proved much more effective.

After a while, the teacher's hips writhed even more violently, and she let out moans that sounded like cries: "Mmm...mmm...ah...mmm...mmm..."

I lifted her buttocks and rubbed my penis against her clitoris.

"Teacher, are you alright?"

"No...no...ah...haha..." She almost cried.

Perhaps it was because she had been lonely for so long, or perhaps it was because of the large penis she was experiencing, but after a while, I suddenly felt her vaginal walls tighten violently, and a stream of liquid gushed out onto my swollen glans. My glans went numb, and "whoosh," I ejaculated a thick stream of semen, and we both reached orgasm simultaneously.

"Oh..."

"Ah... um..."

From that time on, my teacher was tamed by me. She said she would always belong to me...

I'm 22 years old this year, a university student majoring in Arabic. There are 30 students in my class, 25 of whom are girls. The other four boys are ugly and short, thin, with the build of southerners, looking a bit like migrant workers.

I, on the other hand, have the typical build of a northeastern man, 182 cm tall. I was a key player on the school team in high school, with a handsome face and a typical 0618 golden figure, naturally becoming the most handsome man in our college and also our class monitor.

Everyone knows that university is very free.

We are no exception, often organizing activities like picnics, hiking, dances...

I met her on a hiking trip organized by our college. I was hiking very fast when I saw her sitting alone by the roadside, looking a little tired. At that time, I only thought she was very beautiful and didn't know she was a teacher.

I remember that day she wore a light-colored dress, very slim, with firm, round breasts. Her face was rosy, very alluring. Her

skin was fair, and she wore flesh-colored stockings and black heeled shoes.

I was stunned. My God, there are such beautiful people! I pulled her up and said, "I'll take you running."

She hesitated for a moment, then agreed.

Along the way, I held her hand, feeling time stand still as I ran with her.

She said, "How can you be so strong?" I asked her if she liked it.

Later, she told me she was a newly transferred teacher. She said she was already 28 years old. My God, she didn't look it at all! I thought she was my little sister.

That day, we walked and talked along the path, and she said she enjoyed being with me.

Back at my place, I felt extremely disappointed, not because I hadn't slept with her, but because I couldn't sleep all night.

To be honest, she was incredibly alluring. Whenever I sat next to her, my heart would race. When she placed her hand on my lap, my throat would go dry, and I'd become completely flustered…

This was a feeling I'd never experienced before, not even with my first love in high school…

That night, my mind was filled with her. A strange thought startled me: had I fallen in love with her?

From that moment on, I was determined to get this beautiful and charming teacher.

That day, I happened to be free, so I made an excuse and asked her out.

We took a taxi and drove until I took her to a desolate mountain in the wilderness, about 3 kilometers from the school, with no one around.

Heh, I'd scouted it out beforehand.

"Weren't you supposed to be talking business? Why did you bring me here?" she asked, starting to suspect.

At that moment, she appeared as a very elegant and beautiful young woman, wearing a black trench coat. She was both sexy and authoritative.

"One is a strong young man, the other a young woman, what do you think we're doing?" I lewdly said.

She was somewhat panicked: "You, how could you?"

"Go ahead and shout, it won't do any good. Look how beautiful this place is, all lush and green, but nobody's here. It's not just you and me. Teacher, I like you so much, really... You look so beautiful today!" I reached out and grabbed her breasts.

"Ah..." she cried out.

I kneaded them gently, my hands strong, reaching her soft skin even through her clothes and bra. It was as if I wanted to melt her.

She took a deep breath, her face flushed, looking at me longingly.

I ripped open her clothes and threw them far away. It was quiet there, only ants crawling.

My hands began to move towards her thighs.

"Teacher..." I kissed her, our hot lips pressed together, her body trembling.

My left hand slipped under her clothes, pushed aside her bra, and let my hand rest directly on her smooth, soft breasts.

First, I grabbed the base of her breasts and squeezed them, swaying them from side to side. This move immediately made her breasts swell and her breathing become more rapid. Then I pressed, kneaded, and squeezed her breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples in a circular motion with my index and middle fingers, occasionally rubbing them with my thumb.

"Ah... um... no... no..." She tried to escape something, but I held her tightly.

At this moment, my tongue had already left its passionate marks on her earlobe, behind her ear, and her neck.

I placed my right hand between her legs, and she clamped me tightly, preventing me from touching her upwards. But my thumb was restless, trying to probe upwards.

Suddenly, she trembled a few times, and I took the opportunity to touch her lower body, but she still clamped me tightly.

Even through her pants, I could clearly feel the barely concealed heat inside, like the heat before a volcanic eruption. I took off all her tops, so she had to hold me tightly to maintain her body heat.

"Don't touch me anymore, please, teacher..." her voice was full of pleading.

"Okay, teacher..." But I continued to touch her. He even unbuckled her belt.

"Teacher, there's no one else here!" When I pulled down her pants, I was stunned. What beautiful legs! What pretty lace panties!

"Teacher, your panties are so sexy! I never thought someone as demure as you would wear something like this. Why are they wet?"

"Please, don't say anymore!" Her face was flushed.

My tongue slid down her skin to her inner thighs, caressing her labia, vulva, and clitoris. So soft. I rubbed and rubbed.

"Ah...oh...mmm..." I couldn't hear what she was saying anymore.

I stuck out my tongue and licked the teacher's clitoris and the surrounding area. She let out a loud moan, and suddenly she pressed my head tightly against her vulva with her hand, preventing me from moving. Little did she know that although my head couldn't move, my tongue could still move freely, and it pressed even more tightly against her.

After a while, she released her hand, letting me fondle her private parts. I inserted my middle finger into her vagina, pressing and kneading her inner walls. Perhaps she hadn't had sex in a long time; her vagina was very tight, the soft folds surrounding my middle finger. Inside, I found her slightly erect G-spot and pressed it firmly.

She let out a soft "hmm," arching her back forward, my middle finger penetrating deep into her vagina, my face pressed against her genitals.

"Teacher, does this feel good?"

"Oh..."

"Say something? Can I go in deeper?"

"Ah... Teacher can't take it anymore... It's so itchy..."

"Can't take it anymore? Do you want me to relieve your itch? Say something, dignified teacher?"

"Ah... Spare me, insert it into me, stop touching me, just insert it..."

My God, she probably couldn't have imagined she would say such a thing.

I rubbed my thick penis against her private parts without going in. She writhed more and more violently under me, feeling a desire in her lower abdomen that couldn't be released, even though hot fluid kept flowing out of her private parts.

"Ah, please come in, Teacher can't take it anymore..."

"Teacher, you've come so much, do you like me?"

"Yes, please come quickly, I'm going to die!"

I held her waist and thrust in hard!

"Ah... Ah... Hmm... Hmm..." An uncontrollable pleasure came from deep in her throat, a painful pleasure.

I began to thrust into her hard, her head thrashing wildly. She was a completely frenzied woman, a dignified woman acting so wildly. It seems that emotions and desires are human nature, so what's wrong with that?

I felt I couldn't take it anymore, so I gritted my teeth and changed my thrusting technique to a rotating motion, which proved much more effective.

After a while, the teacher's hips writhed even more violently, and she let out moans that sounded like cries: "Mmm...mmm...ah...mmm...mmm..."

I lifted her buttocks and rubbed my penis against her clitoris.

"Teacher, are you alright?"

"No...no...ah...haha..." She almost cried.

Perhaps it was because she had been lonely for so long, or perhaps it was because of the large penis she was experiencing, but after a while, I suddenly felt her vaginal walls tighten violently, and a stream of liquid gushed out onto my swollen glans. My glans went numb, and "whoosh," I ejaculated a thick stream of semen, and we both reached orgasm simultaneously.

“Oh…”

“Ah… um…”

From that time on, my teacher was tamed by me, and she said she would belong to me forever…

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