Piano teacher

Now, many years have passed, and I've never told anyone about this. I'm getting married soon; my fiancé is wonderful—ambitious, hardworking, and sincere. But also incredibly boring. That's life.

Now, let me tell you my story with Ah Lin.

Ah Lin was my student. I taught him when he was a high school sophomore, only 17 years old, very young.

I had just graduated from university and had been working for two or three years, my job wasn't very stable, mostly tutoring. I was probably around 25 then, in the prime of my youth.

Ah Lin looked like an ordinary high school sophomore—a little shy, of medium build, the lean and muscular type of young boy. Not bad-looking, but not particularly outstanding either.

When I first met him, he only glanced at me before looking down.

That day, I wore a simple white dress with a beige cardigan over it. My long hair cascaded over my shoulders, making me look very elegant and poised.

His parents explained that their son had never learned the piano before, but recently, due to academic pressure, he suddenly said he wanted to learn to relieve the stress.

I didn't suspect anything.

Actually, I had never taught a student that age before; I usually only taught elementary or junior high school students. But I thought it didn't matter; he was only a high school sophomore. What threat could a high school sophomore pose?

I was terribly wrong.

At first, Ah Lin behaved like a normal, well-behaved student. Although he didn't learn the piano quickly and his talent was limited, he was very serious, obedient, and polite.

The only thing that bothered me was that when he was practicing the piano, I would sit next to him, and sometimes his elbow would lightly brush against my chest, seemingly unintentionally, touching my most sensitive nipple.

Although I didn't say anything, my body would involuntarily tremble slightly, as if something inside me had briefly awakened. I tried my best to control myself and not show anything unusual.

Other students wouldn't do this, but I convinced myself that he was a big kid, that the chair was too small for us (it wasn't actually small), and that he didn't do it on purpose, thus suppressing the uneasy feeling in my heart.

At that time, I had broken up with my boyfriend for a while and still hadn't found a new partner.

I don't want to boast, but even compared to many girls in the music department, my looks are top-notch. I have big almond-shaped eyes, a delicate oval face, small mouth and nose, and long, flowing hair. My figure is also great—long, beautiful legs, a slender waist, and a curvaceous figure. My ex-boyfriends have all praised my breasts and waistline.

Before meeting Ah Lin, I wasn't some naive, innocent girl. I had sexual experience and was confident in my body, but I never indulged in lust.

Between university and starting work, I had two boyfriends and slept with both of them. They were clearly very satisfied with my body. After breaking up with one of them, he subtly expressed a desire to maintain "a little more than friends," but I refused.

For me, having sex with them was because I loved them at the time and was willing to satisfy their needs, but the act of sex itself was optional for me. I never got any pleasure from it.

So, it was strange that I reacted when Ah Lin teased me so gently.

"Ah Lin, no..."

I lay on the bed, the young boy thrusting wildly inside me, the sounds of my juices gushing out and the slapping of flesh echoing in the room.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm...no, stop..." Even so, I moaned uncontrollably, but this usually obedient boy was unusually fierce at this moment, showing no sign of stopping.

I woke up drenched in sweat, my underwear sticky and slippery, even a small patch of the sheet was wet. I felt ashamed that I had fantasized about having sex with my student in my dream.

Even so, I always managed to remain calm and composed when I was with Ah Lin.

At the time, I thought it must be because I hadn't had a boyfriend for so long that I had such erotic dreams.

One weekend afternoon, I went to their house to teach piano as usual. When I opened the door, only Ah Lin greeted me.

His expression was off; he looked depressed. He only said that his parents weren't home and then took me upstairs.

Incidentally, Ah Lin's family was actually quite wealthy. They lived in a detached villa, and their music room only contained a piano and a sofa, with excellent soundproofing when the door was closed.

However, when he practiced piano, his parents, out of politeness and for safety, wouldn't completely close the door, leaving a small gap so the music could escape.

At that moment, Ah Lin and I were practicing together, explaining a new piece—one teaching, the other learning—but he was distracted, constantly looking out the window, his eyes slightly red.

"What's wrong?"

I was about to scold him, but instead, he started crying.

A grown man crying like that left me at a loss.

"My dad… my mom… they're getting a divorce,"

he sobbed weakly, making me lower my guard.

He leaned on my shoulder, so I gently hugged him and patted his back.

Ah Lin also hugged me back; although I felt it was inappropriate, I didn't want to break free.

The situation was getting increasingly strange.

He rested his head against my chest, his soft breaths as he cried sending a tingling sensation through my bra, making my most sensitive nipples erect. His nose brushed against them intermittently, intensifying the pleasure. His hands roamed over my back. I froze, arching my body slightly, feeling myself enjoying his seemingly unintentional caresses, and a slight reaction began to occur. I

tried to break free, but he held me even tighter. By the time I realized I should resist more fiercely, my bra had been undone through my thin shirt.

My bra slipped down, revealing my light pink areolas through my shirt. Ah Lin immediately found that sensitive spot, teasing it with his tongue and gently nibbling at it with his teeth.

Caught off guard, I didn't resist for a moment, letting him suckle and ravage my pink nipples. My sensitive nipples quickly swelled and turned red, standing erect through the thin fabric of my clothes.

"No..." I reached out to push him away.

This teasing made me weak all over, almost unable to bear the pleasure. Plus, it had been so long since I'd had a man. With each lick, I trembled, involuntarily clenching my legs, feeling a surge of heat inside me. My juices slowly seeped between my legs—a physiological response that couldn't be faked, but it shouldn't have happened.

"Stop, you're going too far," I protested, but my body reacted naturally.

"Teacher, don't you want it?" he said, grabbing both my wrists with one hand to prevent me from breaking free.

Even without his grip, I was already starting to go limp.

After all, I was already wet.

He pressed me down on the chair, pulling my hands above my head, my soft, large breasts bulging out, tightly taut under my shirt, completely exposed to him. A little fear and shame caused them to tremble slightly, which seemed to excite him even more.

I tried to struggle, but found that although Ah Lin was only 17, he was much stronger than me, and I couldn't break free on my own.

"You...you let me go. Let's just leave it at that, or else..." I stammered. Ah Lin had already reached out and unbuttoned my blouse, revealing my round, snow-white breasts. My pink nipples stood erect shyly in the air, exposed to him without a doubt, making it impossible for me to concentrate.

"Or else what?" he said.

"No!" I cried out suddenly as he reached under my skirt and pulled down my panties.

I struggled, trying to clamp my legs together, but he pulled them all the way down, leaving them hanging on one of my ankles, as if mocking my helplessness.

"Teacher, you're so beautiful," he complimented, as he pushed me down onto the piano chair, my legs spread wide on either side of the chair, my pink labia wet and parted, my skirt lifted to my waist, my private parts completely exposed to him, and my shirt unbuttoned. I was practically naked in front of him.

Ignoring my extreme shame, he admired my sparse, soft pubic hair and the clear, wet fluid that glistened in my pink slits. Then he bent down and took my erect, pink nipple into his mouth, circling it with his tongue and occasionally nibbling it lightly with his teeth.

My mind was blank; the pleasure was more than ten times stronger than before, through my clothes, almost numbing me. I couldn't understand how this young boy could be so skilled. I had never experienced anything like this before. I didn't consider myself a lewd woman, but my physical reactions made me arch my body uncontrollably, allowing him to play with me and ravage my perfectly shaped breasts even more.

"Ah...uh...stop, you can't..." Actually, I felt incredibly good, almost unbearable, but reason still kept me in check. Waves of pleasure washed over me as his lips pressed against mine, his tongue swirling inside my mouth, sucking on my small, soft tongue, swallowing my soft moans.

"Teacher, do you want me to fuck you?" he whispered in my ear.

"No..." I said, biting my lip. Being violated like this by an underage boy was already incredibly shameful, and having sex with him was even more unacceptable.

"No..." I murmured almost unconsciously, my moral compass holding on until the very last moment.

"No... Ugh!" He grabbed one of my legs, lifted me up slightly, and then, through my pants, thrust hard into my lower body. My vagina involuntarily tightened, a tingling, electric-like sensation coursing through my body. I could feel how incredibly hard he was, and even just that one thrust told me that his penis wasn't small; it might even be much thicker and longer than my ex-boyfriend's. Then he looked down at his light-colored pants, now bulging as if about to burst, with watermarks left by my love juice on them.

"Teacher, you still say no..." He didn't unbutton his pants, just touched his erection. "I'll ask you one more time, do you want me to fuck you?"

"No, no..." I said.

He took my earlobe in his mouth and breathed into it. His hand reached between my legs, caressing my labia and rubbing my swollen, engorged clitoris hard with the calluses on his fingers.

"Ah...ah..." I couldn't take it anymore and moaned softly. His fingers were quickly wet with my juices, and his thumb continued to rub my sensitive clitoris. The pleasure went straight to my brain. He inserted half of his middle finger into my vagina. Although my reason didn't want to, my vagina clenched several times, like tiny lips, greedily sucking on his finger.

"Don't you want it like this?" he said, intensifying his movements as he pinched my swollen clitoris hard with his fingers. I felt both pain and pleasure. His index and middle fingers stimulated my vagina deeply and shallowly, and after being soaked in my juices, they moved in and out of me freely and unhindered. I wanted to say no, but I couldn't make a normal sound. I tried my best to control myself, biting my lower lip, but I still couldn't help it. Under his caresses, I moaned softly, twisting my hips and arching my back.

My juices flowed out uncontrollably. He controlled the kneading and playing with the flesh between my legs, making a lewd sound. The lewd sound stimulated me, and my juices flowed out even more, soaking my off-white dress.

He played with me, enjoying my struggle—a struggle filled with shame yet also with lewdness from the intense pleasure.

"Teacher, I always see you acting like a little saint, so I'm curious to know what your expression is like when a man is penetrating you..."

he said, tearing open my clothes and running his tongue along my breasts, abdomen, navel... all the way to my legs.

Before this, I had never had a man perform oral sex on me, nor had I ever performed oral sex on a man. I thought it was dirty and disgusting. But when he played with my clitoris with his tongue while lightly stimulating my vagina with his fingers, my reason snapped.

I made sounds I had never heard before.

"Please...uh...I can't take it anymore...please...with me...ah...ah...ah..." I moaned, his tongue slowly swirling and sucking on my clitoris, his fingers occasionally teasing my labia, even inserting his fingers into my vagina and stirring them, stimulating me so much that I couldn't resist. I could only cooperate with his movements, thrusting my hips back and forth, as if simulating being penetrated by him.

"Waaah...please...I want it..." I begged him, almost crying.

"Teacher, you're so lewd. Didn't you just firmly say no?" he mocked, continuing to play with me with his tongue and mouth.

"That..." I said with difficulty, interrupted by intermittent moans of pleasure, "That was just now... um... um... ah... now... ahh..." My vagina tightened several more times from the pleasure, and I couldn't speak coherently.

As if to torment me, he ignored me.

I twisted my hips, letting him penetrate deeper.

By this time, he had released his hands from my grasp, but I had already succumbed, my body captivated by pleasure, wanting only for him to penetrate me and thrust hard.

My hands gripped the back of the chair, unconsciously swaying my slender waist and round, perky buttocks in a sexy posture.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked.

"Hmm..." A little bit of reason returned, but it quickly disappeared again. "I...I want...I want..."

"Then...Teacher, I want to see you touch yourself."

"Please..." I said, actually reaching out to touch his crotch on my own.

"No." He pushed me away. "Teacher, I want to see you masturbate."

At this point, I was completely controlled by lust. I would do whatever he asked me to do. I was like a puppet, obediently listening to Ah Lin's words. I grabbed my breast with my left hand, my fingers rubbing my erect nipples, and my palm kneading them up and down. I swayed and flaunted them in front of the boy, moaning softly. My right hand went between my labia and desperately rubbed my swollen and painfully hard clitoris.

When I didn't have a boyfriend, I would secretly masturbate under the covers at night, but my clitoris had never been this hard or this wet.

Masturbating so shamelessly in front of a boy made me ashamed, but the shame was also exciting; I was almost at orgasm.

"Okay," Ah Lin said, pulling my hands away again.

Then he stood up, unzipped his pants, and his huge, engorged penis sprang out.

Even though I was mentally prepared, I was still startled.

It wasn't that I hadn't seen one before, but compared to my two previous boyfriends, it was astonishingly big and thick.

Ah Lin grabbed his enormous penis and rubbed it against my already incredibly wet opening.

My vagina tingled and tightened a few times; he was clearly pleased with my response. Now he had won and could play with me to his heart's content.

He wasn't in a hurry at all, gently inserting his glans into the opening and then pulling it out.

"Ugh...don't do this...please..."

"What did you just ask me for?" he asked.

"I said..." He continued to play with my vagina with his fingers. I couldn't take it anymore, "Please make love to me..."

"You have to say it, beg me to put my penis inside you..."

"Please...use your cock to penetrate me..."

"How do I penetrate you?"

I couldn't speak.

"Teacher, you went to university, you shouldn't be at a loss for words, right?" He said, his fingers kneading my genitals. "Tell me, how should I penetrate you?"

"Hard...use your big cock to penetrate my pussy..." I stammered, all shame gone.

"That's not enough, how will you beg me?" he said. "Not only will you let me fuck you, you'll beg me to fuck you to death."

"Okay...please, fuck me hard, hard...fuck me to death...ah!" Before I could finish, he suddenly thrust into my honey hole with a "plop."

"Ahhhhh..." I arched my back.

I could feel him filling my vagina completely, but he hadn't penetrated all the way in yet.

"Teacher, you don't have much experience, do you? It's quite tight. Your previous boyfriends never really did a good job with you, did they? You're so beautiful and so lewd, it's such a pity," Ah Lin said.

He grabbed my left ankle with one hand, lifted it onto his shoulder, and kissed the inside of my slender calf with his mouth. This action made me twitch again.

"Teacher, do you know you're very sensitive?" Ah Lin said. My legs were very long, and they looked even more slender, white, and beautiful on his shoulder.

I bit my lower lip, unable to speak, waves of pleasure causing me to tremble involuntarily. I had already abandoned my dignity; all I could think about was him thrusting into me hard, fucking me forcefully.

He used his other hand to push my right leg up, spreading my vulva wide.

He adjusted his position and suddenly thrust hard, his entire massive penis plunging into my vagina.

"Ah!" It hurt.

The pain jolted me awake.

Realizing I was lying on a piano bench, being played with and penetrated by a young boy several years younger than me, my reason returned instantly, and shame overwhelmed me.

"I...I don't want it anymore," I said, trying to push him away and sit up.

"Impossible, teacher, you asked for this yourself, you can't go back on your word," he said, a sly smile on his face, revealing his true colors. He pressed me back into the chair and slowly began thrusting inside me.

As he thrust in and out, he looked down at our joined bodies, slowly pulling his penis out and then slowly pushing it back in. With the final thrust, he would always give a strong thud, making a soft "plop," and I would involuntarily groan softly.

After a few thrusts, the vaginal fluids that had flowed out thoroughly lubricated his penis, and my vagina no longer felt the tight pain.

Ah Lin started moving, his huge penis going in and out, rubbing against my sensitive, engorged vaginal walls.

"Ugh...ugh...ugh..." I swayed my hips, arching my back, letting him thrust in and out with each stroke.

Although Ah Lin was only a high school student, his penis was much larger than any of my previous boyfriends, and I quickly collapsed, moaning incessantly. Even with my previous boyfriends, I rarely made any noises during sex, but this time, I seemed unable to control myself, letting out intermittent moans.

Although I knew in my mind that I shouldn't be played with by such a young boy, shame only excited me more, and the pleasure was stronger than ever before.

He continued adjusting his position, and suddenly, during thrusting, I felt him hit a certain spot.

"Ugh... there..." I cried out, my body suddenly going limp, my mind blank.

Before, I thought that things like G-spots and promiscuity were all lies, just men's fantasies. Now I suddenly realized they were real; he had hit that spot.

Ah Lin didn't let my reaction rest; he thrust into me again, fiercely.

"Ugh!" I involuntarily arched my vulva, letting him penetrate deeper.

"Teacher, does it feel good?" he asked.

"Mmm...mmm...so good...ahhh..." He kept thrusting in and out, in and out, my legs trembling uncontrollably, my juices gushing out like a burst dam, flowing down my thighs, I couldn't even speak a complete sentence.

Ah Lin was thrusting wildly, my round breasts bouncing back and forth with his thrusts, my pink nipples engorged with blood, he would suck on them with his mouth one moment, and then knead them hard with his hands the next, my hands gripping the chair back, one leg still hanging on his shoulder, my waist arched, letting him play with me hard, thrusting intensely.

Although I'm thin, my buttocks are quite full. He thrust in and out, and when he reached the very bottom, his penis would slap against my soft buttocks, making a slapping sound, occasionally mixed with the slurring sounds of wetness.

Slap slap slap... Plop... Slap slap slap slap slap... Plop...

Ah Lin thrust in and out, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep. My reason and dignity had vanished; I only wanted him to keep thrusting his huge, hard penis deep into my body.

"Ugh... Ah... Ah... Fuck me... Fuck me hard... It feels so good... Don't stop... Please..." I moaned incoherently, not even knowing what I was saying.

Within minutes, I reached orgasm, my hot vagina sucking hard on the boy's huge penis.

Ah Lin, however, hadn't ejaculated yet, continuing to thrust wildly.

"Ah...ah...I'm going to die...so good...so comfortable...I can't take it anymore...I'm coming...ah...uh..." Before I could stop, I writhed my chest and hips wantonly, letting Ah Lin thrust deeper into me, moaning lewdly, one orgasm after another, as if it would never end. I trembled and convulsed, the continuous orgasms almost making me faint, while Ah Lin continued to thrust forcefully.

"It feels good, doesn't it? Did any of your previous boyfriends make you orgasm like this?"

"So...so good...ah...ah...no...no, you're the first...they weren't as big as you, not as good as you...uh...uh...so comfortable...fuck me to death, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to die..." I continued to moan.

Finally, Ah Lin's hard, enormous penis thrust in deeply, each stroke making a "splashing" sound, accompanied by my hysterical moans. He was almost there too.

"Ah...ahhh..." Finally, he let out a low groan, gripping my shoulders, and forcefully thrust all the way in, ejaculating all his hot semen inside me.

After the orgasm, I lay limp on the chair, unable to move, my whole body flushed, all my strength gone.

Ah Lin's penis was still inside me.

I tried to get up, but he held me back, pressing me down on the chair, not letting me leave. He was still a little hard; although he had ejaculated, he hadn't completely gone soft.

Soon, he caressed my soft, large breasts, gently pinching my nipples with his fingers, teasingly twisting them. My body unconsciously became aroused again, and my vagina gushed forth waves of love juice. Although I felt like a complete slut, filled with shame, what's done is done, and regret was useless. The pleasure hadn't subsided before it surged again, conquering me. So, unlike the first time, I didn't resist. Ah Lin gradually hardened inside me, filling my vagina, and we did it again.

This time it wasn't as intense as the first time, but I still reached orgasm again.

Before meeting Ah Lin, I had never experienced an orgasm, and now I'd had two, both with boys younger than me.

We were both a bit tired, so after tidying up a bit, I fought off the overwhelming sleepiness and dragged myself away.

On my way home, waves of conscious shame washed over me.

I told myself, this was shameful and dangerous. What would others think if they found out I had sex with my student?

This must never happen again.

After regaining my senses, I felt deep regret and pain.

I even considered resigning immediately.

However, that was also risky. What if Ah Lin didn't want to and made a big fuss?

So, I decided to continue as usual for now, and resign only after I was sure things were under control.

But for the next two weeks, I still excused myself with family matters and took two days off.

I needed to sort out my emotions before facing this again.

However, during those two weeks, whenever I thought about this incident, I would uncontrollably become wet down there.

I secretly masturbated several times, far more frequently than before.

It was as if something inside my body had been opened, and once opened, there was no going back.

Later, I went back to teaching piano. The reason was simple: I needed to earn money and make a living. I didn't have many students, and besides, leaving abruptly would only raise more suspicion.

Things were peaceful for a while; we taught and learned as if nothing was wrong.

During this time, Ah Lin behaved more normally than I did, and his parents didn't notice anything unusual.

Finally, after a while, I decided the time was right and planned to resign after a few more piano lessons.

When we started the lesson, Ah Lin took out an MP3 player.

"Teacher," he said to me, feigning innocence, "I'm telling you, this MP3 player has a recording function. I've recorded our lessons."

"Really?" I replied absentmindedly.

"It's true." He shoved the headset connected to the machine into my hand. "Listen to this."

I listened reluctantly.

"So...so good...ah...ah...no...no, you're the first...they're not as big as you, not as good as you...mmm...mmm...so comfortable...mmm..."

My lewd words came clearly through the headset.

Hearing this, my face changed color. He had actually recorded it.

"What do you want?" I asked, suppressing my shock.

"Teacher is so heartless. Didn't I make you feel very comfortable that day? You even praised me for being good," he said, "why don't you tell me honestly that I didn't make you feel very good that day?"

My face turned red and white.

"What do you want in return for the recording?" I asked.

"It's simple," he suddenly took something out of his pocket. The piano, short and stout like a small sausage, had pipes attached to it, ending with something that looked like a remote control.

Although I'd never used one before, I knew what it was.

He put the device aside and then picked up the sheet music and flipped through it.

"This one will do." I glanced at it; it was "Für Elise," a very simple song.

"What do you want me to do?"

"You play it from beginning to end once. While you're playing, I can do anything to you, and you can't resist, you can only play. If you can play it from beginning to end, the whole song, you win. I'll give you back the recording and won't bother you anymore."

I considered it; the song was a little over three minutes long, not long, so it should be doable.

I agreed.

As soon as the first note started, he pulled up a chair, sat behind me, and put headphones in my ears.

"No..." I wanted to protest.

"Teacher, you can't possibly not play like this, can you? You can look at the sheet music and press the keys, right? It's not a problem." He interrupted me and played the previous recording in my ear.

This tactic almost immediately defeated me. As soon as I heard myself making incoherent, lewd noises in the earphone, I immediately remembered what happened that day, how I disregarded my dignity and begged him to have sex with me, how I lewdly twisted my buttocks and slender waist, how I was continuously and forcefully thrust into until I climaxed, and how I felt wave after wave of intense pleasure, wanting only to be thrust into hard and wildly until I died from climax. My skin began to flush and heat up, my body trembled involuntarily, and my vagina almost immediately secreted lustful fluid, soaking my underwear.

"Bounce, why aren't you bouncing?" he said. "If you don't bounce, I won't stop."

I had no choice but to start bouncing.

That day I was wearing a shirt and jeans. He first unhooked my bra and clothes, caressing my full breasts with both hands while sucking and licking my earlobes and neck.

He took off my headphones, from which burst out a string of my lewd moans begging him to fuck me hard. Thinking of those continuous orgasms, my sticky juices were already overflowing.

"Teacher, your neck is so beautiful," he breathed in my ear, "your breasts seem even bigger than the day before, is it because of me? When you think of me, do you masturbate?" My face turned red.

"Your ex-boyfriends must have really liked your body," he continued, "because you were so beautiful, they came so quickly and couldn't bring you to climax... But I'm different..." He pinched my engorged pink nipple. I was

distracted and accidentally flicked the wrong note.

"You flicked it wrong," he said, "Then you have to flick it again here, otherwise how can it be complete?"

If I kept flicking, I should be able to finish quickly. But I was afraid I wouldn't meet his requirements, so I had to start flicking from the fourth measure back.

At this point, he started working on my jeans.

Since that day, I had deliberately dressed like this because they were hard to take off, preventing him from doing anything to me again.

He unzipped them and reached into my underwear.

My labia, clitoris, and even pubic hair were already soaked with vaginal fluid from his actions, so his fingers easily slipped between my labia and began rubbing and playing with them up and down. Because I was wearing tight pants, the deep friction between his fingers and my labia made the pleasure even more intense than usual, sending electric shocks through my brain, far stronger than before. He deliberately rubbed my swollen, engorged vulva, the friction between my fingers and the opening creating soft, wet sounds.

"So...so good..." I couldn't help but moan.

"Teacher, you're already so wet, do you want to continue? Do you want to keep flicking?" He stretched out his fingers, which were covered in sticky love juice.

I turned my head away in shame.

"Then don't stop," he continued to play with me, "Didn't you want to flick the whole thing?"

His fingers went in and out of my vagina, occasionally extending his middle finger to slide into my wet and hot honey hole, then pulling it out, repeatedly thrusting in and out. One hand was also squeezing my large breasts, constantly playing with my sensitive nipples.

"Mmm...mmm..." I began to moan, matching his fingers. Reason began to slip away again, and my mind started to fantasize uncontrollably. I wanted him to put my beautiful legs on his shoulders, like last time, and thrust his huge cock into my cunt without mercy, going in and out wildly, without holding back, fucking me fiercely, fucking me until I moaned like a slut, fucking me until my whole body was out of control, using the last bit of strength to squeeze his cock tightly until I climaxed, and then let every last drop of his semen spray into my body.

But I couldn't.

I couldn't go on like this. I told myself, this is wrong, I have to end it all.

My mind went blank, the music beneath my fingers was completely out of tune, but I still clung to my last shred of hope and slowly continued playing.

"Ah!" I cried out again as he lifted my waist slightly and pulled down my jeans.

"You can't..." I said.

"This doesn't count as a mistake. You've made so many mistakes, and I've let you keep playing. You can keep playing now," he said.

"What if your parents come in?" I asked.

"Don't worry, they only care about themselves. Even if we kill each other, they won't come in," he said, pulling my jeans down to my knees.

As he spoke, he pulled open a corner of my underwear. My panties were soaked through, and so was the inside. He pried open my labia with one hand, rubbing my vulva with his sausage-shaped hard rod until it was wet and slippery with my love juice, then he left it there.

The feeling of a foreign object stuck in my lower body was very uncomfortable, but it made me more alert, and my fingers became more agile again. A rendition of "Für Elise" finally sounded somewhat decent. Maybe I could finish playing it.

He held my waist with one hand and turned on the toy with the other.

A strong tingling sensation traveled through my clitoris to my brain.

"Ugh... Ahhhhh... Ughhh..." I cried out uncontrollably, twisting my hips incessantly, feeling the honey-like fluid in my vagina almost spurting out, wetting my buttocks.

"Teacher, you've never played with this kind of toy before, have you?" he said. "If you want it, this set is yours. You can use it whenever you miss me."

I was still moaning, but I covered my mouth tightly for fear his parents would hear. As a result, because I couldn't release the waves of pleasure surging through my body, the tingling sensations from my engorged clitoris became even more intense. I couldn't control myself and could only arch my back, thrusting again and again, as if being wildly penetrated by an invisible penis. My vagina involuntarily contracted repeatedly, and my legs clamped tightly around the rapidly vibrating toy.

Then, he moved the toy down, half-inserting it into my soaking wet vagina.

"Play it, why did you stop?" he said.

From the moment the vibrator was turned on, I lost control and couldn't play the piano at all.

I tried to put my hands on the keys, but I couldn't press them down. My whole body went limp, my juices flowed freely, and my vagina kept clenching and trembling, repeatedly swallowing and releasing the rapidly vibrating toy.

"I...I can't take it anymore...please..." I sobbed, reaching out to pull it off, "I don't want to continue...uh..."

He grabbed my hands, admiring my wildly shaking buttocks and my flushed, dazed face.

"Teacher, then tell me, do you still want me to fuck you in the future?" he asked.

"Okay...okay...I'll let you do it...please...it's so numb...so itchy...I can't take it anymore...I can't take it anymore..." I said.

"So, do you like being fucked by me?"

"I...like...I really like...being fucked by you..." I broke down and finally told the truth, "Last time...after you fucked me last time, I wanted...I've always wanted...every time I see you...I want to take off my pants...to have your big cock inside me...and fuck me hard..."

He seemed very satisfied, admiring my appearance, "Teacher, you are the most beautiful person I've ever been with, and I also want to...train you properly." He said, and after another ten seconds or so, he finally turned off the toy.

When the toy popped out of my body, my juices flowed down my thighs and onto the floor. I didn't feel relief, but rather an even greater hunger.

Ah Lin pulled down my pants and clothes, leaving me standing naked, my perfect body completely exposed before him. He made me kneel on the sofa, lifting my buttocks high, then pulled out his enormous member and inserted it into my vagina from behind.

Having been played with for so long, my vagina was incredibly wet, and his large penis encountered no resistance, penetrating all the way in in one go.

"Ah…" Finally penetrated, I couldn't help but groan.

Ah Lin held my slender waist from behind, thrusting in and out repeatedly, each stroke hitting my full buttocks with a slapping sound.

"Ahhh...it's hitting the spot...so good...uh...uh...don't stop...uh...uh..." I tried desperately to hold back, afraid of being discovered by Ah Lin's parents, but I still couldn't help it, constantly letting out lewd moans.

To be honest, I'm quite conservative when it comes to sex positions; I've never tried entering from behind before, and now I know how intense it feels. Waves of intense pleasure surged from behind, even more intense than last time.

"I...I can't take it...I really can't..." I pleaded. He had only thrust in and out a dozen times when I felt myself reaching orgasm.

Ah Lin suddenly grabbed my long hair from behind. I turned around and kissed him wildly, as if I didn't care about my life. At the same time, my vagina trembled, and a hot flow overflowed; I reached orgasm again.

After my first climax, Ah Lin's penis was still hard, he hadn't ejaculated. With his back to me, he half-dragged, half-carried me to a corner of the room, where, for some reason, there was a full-length mirror.

He made me stand with one foot on the ground, spread my other leg, and then took out his penis, slowly inserting it into my body from below.

Because we were standing in front of the mirror, I watched him slowly insert his huge penis into my vagina, and just watching this scene made me wet with excitement.

He held me, one hand on my waist, and thrust forcefully upwards, almost reaching the deepest point.

Ah Lin was almost half a head taller than me. When he thrust into me from this position, he always hit my G-spot, making me let out uncontrollable moans. Looking in the mirror, I could see our bodies joined together. His huge cock was going in and out of my vagina; it was so thick that each time it went in, my labia would slide inside, and when it came out, they would flip out, accompanied by slippery, wet fluid, slowly sliding down my legs.

When he thrust hard, even the foot I was standing on was lifted off the ground. It wasn't just how deep; towards the end, I could only hold onto the sides of the mirror, my round, full breasts swaying back and forth with his thrusts.

"Mmm...uh...be gentle...I'm scared..." I stammered, afraid that the noise we were making would attract his parents' attention.

"Scared of what? It's too late to be scared now, you slutty little bitch." He said gruffly, and as if to punish me, he slammed my buttocks hard several times, "slap, slap, slap, slap, slap.

" "Ugh...please...don't..." I said no, but my buttocks unconsciously arched up to meet his huge penis. I stared blankly at my bouncing breasts in the mirror, feeling ashamed as my body was being violently penetrated by the boy, even though I felt a lewd pleasure coursing through every part of my body.

He saw my full breasts in the mirror, bouncing uncontrollably in front of it, which excited him even more. He grabbed one of my breasts and thrust hard, his large penis pounding into my vagina. I moaned and groaned again, my juices soaking the floor.

"Is it good...?" he asked.

"Mmm...mmm...so good..."

He grabbed my hair and turned my head away, our tongues intertwining passionately.

Then, he made me stand against the wall, bending over so he could hold my buttocks and thrust into me forcefully.

"Mmm...ahh...I'm going to die...I can't stand anymore...hold me...it feels so good..." I moaned, my round buttocks raised high, receiving his huge cock, "Please...I'm about to come...it feels so good...mmm...mmm..."

Waves of pleasure washed over me with each thrust, rubbing against my sensitive flesh. I swayed my hips.

"Teacher... your waist... is so slender... you're so beautiful... I've never fucked someone as beautiful as you before..." Ah Lin gasped.

Finally, he pressed me against the wall, my back to him, one leg draped over his arm. His hand grabbed my breasts, kneading them forcefully until they were deformed. I felt a strange pleasure, a mixture of pain and pleasure, and I wanted him to torture me even more. So I twisted my hips, and waves of vaginal fluid flowed out. He pressed me against the wall, thrusting relentlessly and forcefully until I reached orgasm.

"Ahhhhhh..." I screamed uncontrollably, my vaginal fluid spurting out. He continued thrusting in and out, repeatedly pumping in and out. I trembled uncontrollably, experiencing an endless climax, on the verge of fainting. I screamed and cried out without shame, all the refinement, restraint, and propriety I had cultivated since childhood vanished. I cried out, begging him to keep thrusting into me, to fuck me harder, until I died.

The final climax finally arrived, waves of my juices gushing out. Ah Lin let out a low growl and pulled out his penis. I felt a burning sensation on my back; he had sprayed his thick, white semen all over my back and my beautiful, dark hair.

His vigorous thrusting had left me completely exhausted. I slumped against the wall, covering my chest, the shame seemingly returning to me. He was

n't finished; he lifted me onto the sofa, teasing my body. After a while, my body heated up again, and my previously depleted vaginal fluids began to flow freely once more. He lifted one of my legs, draped it over the sofa, and thrust into my vagina again from the side.

Although I had just experienced multiple orgasms, I quickly succumbed to them, reaching another climax with his thrusts.

I think perhaps I'm a naturally wanton woman, able to orgasm so easily, and Ah Lin knew this, which is why he targeted me.

The three-hour piano lesson went on and on—on the sofa, the piano chair, the piano itself, against the wall, by the window—standing, sitting, lying down, kneeling, sideways, prone… in every place, in every position. He explored every inch of my body, my snow-white flesh smeared with sticky semen, and I climaxed countless times.

Finally, when it was time to leave, we could only hastily pack up and end this absurd piano lesson.

Luckily, his parents didn't come to greet me when I left, otherwise I was afraid they would have exposed me immediately.

After that, I completely gave up the idea of getting rid of Ah Lin; in fact, I became completely immersed in passionate sex.

Every time he had a piano lesson, we would find an opportunity to meet, sometimes several times.

Later, his parents seemed to gradually find out about our relationship. They were no longer indifferent as before, but would occasionally try to find out what we were doing.

We became more careful.

During this time, I also learned to give Ah Lin oral sex.

In the past, this was something I would never have done. But in front of Ah Lin, I could do anything.

When his parents weren't around, he would stand up, take off his pants, and pull out his mostly erect penis, and I... I would hold his lean, muscular buttocks, licking or sucking his sensitive glans with my tongue, swallowing his penis with my entire mouth, licking every fold of it, even sucking and licking his testicles, while stroking his erect penis, constantly playing with it. He taught me how to make him feel good, and I would play with him tirelessly until he ejaculated into my mouth, and I would swallow every last drop of his semen as he asked.

Sometimes, while I was playing or teaching the piano, he would secretly reach under my skirt and play with my clitoris and vagina. Then, if we were sure his parents wouldn't be back for a while, we would stand up, lift my skirt up to my waist, let him hold his penis, and immediately thrust in from behind, pumping and pounding wildly. Each time, this thrill and tension would bring us both to orgasm instantly.

I became increasingly wanton, my needs growing stronger. Just seeing Ah Lin would make me wet without me even realizing it, almost without him needing to arouse me.

My breasts became larger, and my skin smoother and whiter, all thanks to the lubrication of sex.

I once asked him where he learned his sexual skills.

He said his family was wealthy, and his father used to keep a mistress, even bringing her home to live with them.

Later, his relationship with the mistress cooled, and he started having affairs.

To get revenge, the mistress seduced him, made him have sex with her, and taught him how to please women and bring them to orgasm.

"However, my dad gave her money, and that mistress was eventually sent away."

Later, he started figuring out how to manipulate and control women on his own. He especially liked to approach his dad's women. Those women thought he was just a child and had no suspicions, eager to please him. By the time they realized what was happening, one by one they had become his sex slaves.

"Maybe this is a kind of revenge against my dad," he said.

I had thought about how shameful it was to be played with and defiled by such a young boy, becoming a sex slave.

But Ah Lin's skills had already surpassed what a child should be capable of. Moreover, because his family was very wealthy, he would often buy me gifts, all beautiful and luxury items that I couldn't afford.

At the same time, he constantly told me how beautiful and charming I was, unlike any of his previous women.

All of these things made me unable to leave him.

We maintained this relationship for quite some time, until the year Ah Lin went to university.

After he went to university, we met a few times at first, but then things gradually cooled down.

I became very anxious, not only worried that he would change his mind, but also because without a man's touch and penetration, my body often felt something swollen, and my desires couldn't be released.

Sex had become indispensable to me.

I knew perfectly well that he might be tired of me; how could I compare to so many beautiful young girls at university?

One day, I went to his rented apartment to find him and happened to see him with a girl.

When he saw me, he said a few words to the girl and then escorted her downstairs.

I thought he must have lied and said I was his sister, otherwise the girl wouldn't have said anything. This thought tore my heart apart.

As soon as he came back and entered the house, I exploded.

"Who is that woman?" I asked.

At first, he tried to evade the question and calm me down, but I became increasingly agitated.

"I'm going to tell her what kind of person you are! You can't fool anyone!" I sneered, turning to leave.

Suddenly, I lost my balance and fell onto the sofa.

It turned out Ah Lin had pushed me forcefully.

He pounced on me, pinning me down, and violently ripped my clothes open, his expression ferocious.

I was terrified, but I still pounded on him frantically, yelling, "Let go! Get away from me! Don't touch me with your filthy hands!"

"You slut!" he cursed, grabbing my struggling hands and tying them behind my back with a rope he grabbed from the table.

His movements were rough; after tearing open my clothes and skirt, he grabbed my breast with one hand, kneading it forcefully, while his mouth sucked hard on my nipples and my tender skin.

"No...no..." I still resisted.

Under his violent ravaging, several red and purple bruises quickly appeared on my snow-white skin.

He suddenly flipped me over and pulled down my underwear.

He touched my soft buttocks, gently kneading them, and even lightly inserted his fingers into my anus.

"No!" I twisted, "No, don't touch there!"

He withdrew his hand. Then, suddenly, he raised his palm high and slapped my round buttocks hard.

"Ugh! No!" I tried to dodge in panic.

"Kai Ting, you've been naughty, and naughtiness means punishment..."

He continued to repeat the process, slapping my buttocks until they became red and swollen.

Strangely, although he hit me, causing me great pain, there was also a subtle pleasure flowing through my body.

Then, with almost no foreplay, he pulled out his swollen penis and roughly shoved it into my vagina, thrusting in and out of my still-dry little hole.

"Ah...ah...no...no..." I cried out, because of the pain and his beastly expression. I felt like I was just a toy for him to satisfy his lust, and that pained me deeply. Although, I knew that was what I was.

He ignored me, continuing to thrust forcefully.

"Ah...let me go, please, I don't want it anymore..." I said, writhing in pain.

Although I was forced this time, Ah Lin hadn't touched me in a long time. After so long without sex, no matter how unwilling I was, my vagina gradually secreted lustful fluids after several stimulations, wetting his huge penis.

Plus, my hands were tied behind my back, my upper body was lying face down on the sofa, my knees were on the ground, and my buttocks were raised high, making it easier for him to thrust forcefully from behind, hitting my sensitive clitoris hard.

He continued thrusting, each time deep and powerful. My large breasts bounced violently back and forth with his impact, his penis going in and out of my body. I instinctively swayed my hips, allowing him to penetrate deeply each time, hitting my clitoris.

I knew he no longer loved me (if he ever had), but my body still ached. The squelching sounds of our flesh echoed in the apartment, showing that my body was still immersed in the pleasure of his thrusting.

He continued to thrust, "Ugh...ugh...ugh..." I moaned.

"Kai Ting," he said, gripping my waist as he thrust, "you've become so lewd, no matter how many men you have, it probably won't work anymore. Ordinary sex can no longer satisfy you..."

"You...you...ugh...ugh...ah...ah...what do you mean..." The waves of pleasure from the contractions of my vaginal walls made me unable to think.

His hand touched my buttocks, then he inserted a finger into my anus.

"No...don't touch there..." I cried out, after all, I still had my limits and couldn't accept anal sex.

"Don't move!" He slapped my buttocks, and I cried out, my vagina involuntarily clenching several times, releasing a gush of vaginal fluid.

At first, I resisted, but then his fingers, inserted into my anus, suddenly found a spot that made me involuntarily twitch with excitement.

"See?" he said, while teasing me, his penis and fingers simultaneously playing with both of my holes, even inserting two or three fingers into my anus. Strangely, I didn't feel any discomfort at this moment, and even hoped he would continue to go deeper. His other hand wasn't idle either, reaching between my legs and playing with my wet clitoris.

Pleasure came from three places at the same time; my vagina contracted tightly, and my heated anus was being wantonly played with.

"Do you want me to fuck your ass?" Ah Lin whispered in my ear.

I bit my lip and remained silent.

"Ugh...ugh...ahhhhh..." He rotated his fingers, and intense pleasure coursed through me.

"Yes...yes...as long as...as long as you fuck me hard..." I said unconsciously, twisting my buttocks.

Ah Lin suddenly took out two things from the drawer next to him. It was a dildo and a bottle of lubricant. It turned out he had planned this all along.

He pulled out his wet penis, dipped his fingers in my gushing fluid, and smeared it on my anus, then pressed his sticky glans between my buttocks. Next, he smeared a lot of lubricant on my buttocks, inside my anus, and on his penis, and then slowly thrust in.

At first, it was very uncomfortable, and I immediately wanted to give up, begging him to spare me. But Ah Lin coaxed and tricked me, adding almost half a bottle of lubricant. The discomfort gradually disappeared, replaced by a rising pleasure.

Ah Lin inserted the dildo into my vagina and began to ravage me relentlessly from both ends, thrusting in and out alternately, with pleasure rising from both positions simultaneously.

"Kai Ting, does it feel good... um... so tight..." Ah Lin couldn't help but moan softly, "Do you like it... do you like being fucked like this..."

"Um... um... um... so good..." I moaned again, unable to believe that I had so easily accepted this and even derived pleasure from it, but the reality of my body couldn't lie, "Ah... ah... ah..." I cried out incessantly.

My juices flowed out like a flood as Ah Lin thrust in and out of the dildo. Waves of pleasure also came from between my buttocks, even more intense than the stimulation of my vagina.

"Ah... ah... ah... I can't take it anymore..." The pleasure was too intense, both sides of my vagina were simultaneously experiencing rapid and fierce pleasure.

"Ahhhhhh..." I screamed, and the climax suddenly arrived, deeper and more intense than ever before. A convulsive sensation, like a high-voltage current, spread throughout my body, and my juices gushed out, some even splashing onto Ah Lin.

Then, unable to bear the pleasure, my eyes rolled back, and I collapsed onto the sofa, unconscious.

Not long after that anal sex, Ah Lin dumped me. He suddenly moved out of his rented apartment and disappeared without a trace.

I was like a lost soul, constantly searching for him, and then I went on a crazy night of partying, spending each night with a different man, sometimes two, sometimes three... This went on for quite a while.

Then, I gradually returned to normal, falling in love with ordinary men, having sex in a conservative way, and then getting married.

That's the end of the story. I'm back on track now.

Or rather, I think I am.

That day, Ah Lin actually added me as a friend on Facebook.

Seeing his sweet new posts with his new girlfriend, and his nonchalant attitude, I wondered, is he treating her the way he treats me?

My heart suddenly felt like it had been ripped open, and blood gushed out for three seconds.

Only three seconds.

I said, that's the end of the story.

(The End)

Now, many years have passed, and I've never told anyone about this. I'm getting married soon. My fiancé is great; he's ambitious, hardworking, and sincere. But also quite boring. That's life.

Now, let me tell you my story with Ah Lin.

Ah Lin was my student. I taught him when he was a sophomore in high school, only 17 years old, very young.

I had just graduated from university and worked for two or three years. My job wasn't very stable; I mostly tutored. I was about 25 years old then, in the prime of my youth.

Ah Lin looked like an ordinary high school sophomore—a little shy, of medium build, the lean and muscular type of young boy. Not bad-looking, but not particularly outstanding either.

When I first met him, he glanced at me briefly before looking down.

That day, I wore a simple white dress with a beige cardigan over it, my long hair cascading over my shoulders, making me look very elegant and poised.

His parents told me that their son had never learned the piano before, but recently, due to academic pressure, he suddenly said he wanted to learn to relieve the stress.

I didn't suspect anything.

Actually, I'd never taught a student that age before; I'd only taught elementary or junior high school students at most. But I thought it didn't matter; he was only a high school sophomore. What threat could a high school sophomore pose?

I was terribly wrong.

At first, Ah Lin behaved like a normal, well-behaved student. Although he wasn't quick at playing the piano and his talent was limited, he was very serious, obedient, and polite.

The only thing that bothered me was that when he was practicing, I sat next to him, and sometimes his elbow would lightly brush against my chest, seemingly unintentionally, touching my most sensitive nipple.

Although I didn't say anything, my body involuntarily trembled slightly, as if something inside had briefly awakened. I tried my best to control myself and not show anything unusual.

The other students didn't react this way, but I convinced myself that he was a big kid, that the chair was too small for us (it wasn't actually small), and that he didn't do it on purpose, thus suppressing the uneasy feeling in my heart.

At that time, I had broken up with my boyfriend for a while and hadn't found a new partner.

I don't want to brag, but even compared to many girls in the music department, my looks were top-notch. I had big almond-shaped eyes, a delicate oval face, small mouth and nose, long, flowing hair, and a great figure—long, beautiful legs, a slender waist, and a curvaceous body. My ex-boyfriends had all praised my breasts and waistline.

Before meeting Ah Lin, I wasn't some naive, innocent girl. I had sexual experience and was confident in my body, but I had never indulged in lust.

Between university and starting work, I had two boyfriends and had sex with both of them; they were clearly very satisfied with my body. After breaking up with one of them, he subtly suggested maintaining "a little more than friends," but I refused.

For me, having sex with them was because I loved them at the time and was willing to satisfy their needs, but the act itself was meaningless to me. I never derived any pleasure from it.

So, it was strange that I reacted when Ah Lin teased me so gently.

"Ah Lin, no..."

I lay on the bed, the young boy thrusting wildly inside me, the sounds of our fluids splattering and our bodies slapping echoing in the room.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm...no, stop..." Even so, I moaned uncontrollably, but this usually obedient boy was unusually fierce, showing no sign of stopping.

I woke up drenched in sweat, my underwear sticky and slippery, even a small patch of the sheet was wet. I felt ashamed that I had fantasized about having sex with my student in my dream.

Even so, I always managed to remain calm and composed when I was with Ah Lin.

At the time, I thought it must be because I hadn't had a boyfriend for so long that I had such erotic dreams.

One weekend afternoon, I went to their house to teach piano as usual. When I opened the door, only Ah Lin greeted me.

His expression was off; he looked depressed. He only said that his parents weren't home and then took me upstairs.

Incidentally, Ah Lin's family was actually quite wealthy. They lived in a detached villa, and their music room only contained a piano and a sofa, with excellent soundproofing when the door was closed.

However, when he practiced piano, his parents, out of politeness and for safety, wouldn't completely close the door, leaving a small gap so the music could escape.

At that moment, Ah Lin and I were practicing together, explaining a new piece—one teaching, the other learning—but he was distracted, constantly looking out the window, his eyes slightly red.

"What's wrong?"

I was about to scold him, but instead, he started crying.

A grown man crying like that left me at a loss.

"My dad… my mom… they're getting a divorce,"

he sobbed weakly, making me lower my guard.

He leaned on my shoulder, so I gently hugged him and patted his back.

Ah Lin also hugged me back; although I felt it was inappropriate, I didn't want to break free.

The situation was getting increasingly strange.

He rested his head against my chest, his soft breaths as he cried sending a tingling sensation through my bra, making my most sensitive nipples erect. His nose brushed against them intermittently, intensifying the pleasure. His hands roamed over my back. I froze, arching my body slightly, feeling myself enjoying his seemingly unintentional caresses, and a slight reaction began to occur. I

tried to break free, but he held me even tighter. By the time I realized I should resist more fiercely, my bra had been undone through my thin shirt.

My bra slipped down, revealing my light pink areolas through my shirt. Ah Lin immediately found that sensitive spot, teasing it with his tongue and gently nibbling at it with his teeth.

Caught off guard, I didn't resist for a moment, letting him suckle and ravage my pink nipples. My sensitive nipples quickly swelled and turned red, standing erect through the thin fabric of my clothes.

"No..." I reached out to push him away.

This teasing made me weak all over, almost unable to bear the pleasure. Plus, it had been so long since I'd had a man. With each lick, I trembled, involuntarily clenching my legs, feeling a surge of heat inside me. My juices slowly seeped between my legs—a physiological response that couldn't be faked, but it shouldn't have happened.

"Stop, you're going too far," I protested, but my body reacted naturally.

"Teacher, don't you want it?" he said, grabbing both my wrists with one hand to prevent me from breaking free.

Even without his grip, I was already starting to go limp.

After all, I was already wet.

He pressed me down on the chair, pulling my hands above my head, my soft, large breasts bulging out, tightly taut under my shirt, completely exposed to him. A little fear and shame caused them to tremble slightly, which seemed to excite him even more.

I tried to struggle, but found that although Ah Lin was only 17, he was much stronger than me, and I couldn't break free on my own.

"You...you let me go! Let's just leave it at that, otherwise..." I stammered. Ah Lin had already reached out and unbuttoned my blouse, my round, snow-white breasts bouncing out, my pink nipples shyly erect in the air, exposed to him without a doubt, making it impossible for me to concentrate.

"Otherwise what?" he said.

"No!" I suddenly cried out, and he had already reached under my skirt and pulled down my panties.

I struggled, trying to squeeze my legs together, but he pulled the panties all the way down, finally leaving them hanging on one of my ankles, as if mocking his owner's helplessness.

"Teacher, you're so beautiful." He complimented me as he pushed me down onto the piano chair, my legs spread apart on either side of the chair, my pink labia parted wetly, my skirt lifted to my waist, my private parts completely exposed to him, and my shirt unbuttoned. I was completely naked in front of him.

Ignoring my extreme shame, he admired my sparse, soft pubic hair and the clear, wet fluid that glistened in my pink slits. Then he bent down and took my erect, pink nipple into his mouth, circling it with his tongue and occasionally nibbling it lightly with his teeth.

My mind was blank; the pleasure was more than ten times stronger than before, through my clothes, almost numbing me. I couldn't understand how this young boy could be so skilled. I had never experienced anything like this before. I didn't consider myself a lewd woman, but my physical reactions made me arch my body uncontrollably, allowing him to play with me and ravage my perfectly shaped breasts even more.

"Ah...uh...stop, you can't..." Actually, I felt incredibly good, almost unbearable, but reason still kept me in check. Waves of pleasure washed over me as his lips pressed against mine, his tongue swirling inside my mouth, sucking on my small, soft tongue, swallowing my soft moans.

"Teacher, do you want me to fuck you?" he whispered in my ear.

"No..." I said, biting my lip. Being violated like this by an underage boy was already incredibly shameful, and having sex with him was even more unacceptable.

"No..." I murmured almost unconsciously, my moral compass holding on until the very last moment.

"No... Ugh!" He grabbed one of my legs, lifted me up slightly, and then, through my pants, thrust hard into my lower body. My vagina involuntarily tightened, a tingling, electric-like sensation coursing through my body. I could feel how incredibly hard he was, and even just that one thrust told me that his penis wasn't small; it might even be much thicker and longer than my ex-boyfriend's. Then he looked down at his light-colored pants, now bulging as if about to burst, with watermarks left by my love juice on them.

"Teacher, you still say no..." He didn't unbutton his pants, just touched his erection. "I'll ask you one more time, do you want me to fuck you?"

"No, no..." I said.

He took my earlobe in his mouth and breathed into it. His hand reached between my legs, caressing my labia and rubbing my swollen, engorged clitoris hard with the calluses on his fingers.

"Ah...ah..." I couldn't take it anymore and moaned softly. His fingers were quickly wet with my juices, and his thumb continued to rub my sensitive clitoris. The pleasure went straight to my brain. He inserted half of his middle finger into my vagina. Although my reason didn't want to, my vagina clenched several times, like tiny lips, greedily sucking on his finger.

"Don't you want it like this?" he said, intensifying his movements as he pinched my swollen clitoris hard with his fingers. I felt both pain and pleasure. His index and middle fingers stimulated my vagina deeply and shallowly, and after being soaked in my juices, they moved in and out of me freely and unhindered. I wanted to say no, but I couldn't make a normal sound. I tried my best to control myself, biting my lower lip, but I still couldn't help it. Under his caresses, I moaned softly, twisting my hips and arching my back.

My juices flowed out uncontrollably. He controlled the kneading and playing with the flesh between my legs, making a lewd sound. The lewd sound stimulated me, and my juices flowed out even more, soaking my off-white dress.

He played with me, enjoying my struggle—a struggle filled with shame yet also with lewdness from the intense pleasure.

"Teacher, I always see you acting like a little saint, so I'm curious to know what your expression is like when a man is penetrating you..."

he said, tearing open my clothes and running his tongue along my breasts, abdomen, navel... all the way to my legs.

Before this, I had never had a man perform oral sex on me, nor had I ever performed oral sex on a man. I thought it was dirty and disgusting. But when he played with my clitoris with his tongue while lightly stimulating my vagina with his fingers, my reason snapped.

I made sounds I had never heard before.

"Please...uh...I can't take it anymore...please...with me...ah...ah...ah..." I moaned, his tongue slowly swirling and sucking on my clitoris, his fingers occasionally teasing my labia, even inserting his fingers into my vagina and stirring them, stimulating me so much that I couldn't resist. I could only cooperate with his movements, thrusting my hips back and forth, as if simulating being penetrated by him.

"Waaah...please...I want it..." I begged him, almost crying.

"Teacher, you're so lewd. Didn't you just firmly say no?" he mocked, continuing to play with me with his tongue and mouth.

"That..." I said with difficulty, interrupted by intermittent moans of pleasure, "That was just now... um... um... ah... now... ahh..." My vagina tightened several more times from the pleasure, and I couldn't speak coherently.

As if to torment me, he ignored me.

I twisted my hips, letting him penetrate deeper.

By this time, he had released his hands from my grasp, but I had already succumbed, my body captivated by pleasure, wanting only for him to penetrate me and thrust hard.

My hands gripped the back of the chair, unconsciously swaying my slender waist and round, perky buttocks in a sexy posture.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked.

"Hmm..." A little bit of reason returned, but it quickly disappeared again. "I...I want...I want..."

"Then...Teacher, I want to see you touch yourself."

"Please..." I said, actually reaching out to touch his crotch on my own.

"No." He pushed me away. "Teacher, I want to see you masturbate."

At this point, I was completely controlled by lust. I would do whatever he asked me to do. I was like a puppet, obediently listening to Ah Lin's words. I grabbed my breast with my left hand, my fingers rubbing my erect nipples, and my palm kneading them up and down. I swayed and flaunted them in front of the boy, moaning softly. My right hand went between my labia and desperately rubbed my swollen and painfully hard clitoris.

When I didn't have a boyfriend, I would secretly masturbate under the covers at night, but my clitoris had never been this hard or this wet.

Masturbating so shamelessly in front of a boy made me ashamed, but the shame was also exciting; I was almost at orgasm.

"Okay," Ah Lin said, pulling my hands away again.

Then he stood up, unzipped his pants, and his huge, engorged penis sprang out.

Even though I was mentally prepared, I was still startled.

It wasn't that I hadn't seen one before, but compared to my two previous boyfriends, it was astonishingly big and thick.

Ah Lin grabbed his enormous penis and rubbed it against my already incredibly wet opening.

My vagina tingled and tightened a few times; he was clearly pleased with my response. Now he had won and could play with me to his heart's content.

He wasn't in a hurry at all, gently inserting his glans into the opening and then pulling it out.

"Ugh...don't do this...please..."

"What did you just ask me for?" he asked.

"I said..." He continued to play with my vagina with his fingers. I couldn't take it anymore, "Please make love to me..."

"You have to say, beg me to fuck you with my penis..."

"Please...fuck me with your penis..."

"How do I fuck you?"

I couldn't speak.

"Teacher, you've been to university, you shouldn't be at a loss for what to say, right?" He said, his fingers kneading my genitals. "Tell me, how should I fuck you?"

"Hard... fuck my pussy with your big cock..." I stammered, all shame gone.

"That's not enough, how will you beg me?" he said. "Not only will you want me to fuck you, you'll want me to fuck you to death."

"Okay...please, fuck me hard, harder...fuck me to death...ah!" Before I could finish speaking, he suddenly thrust into my honey hole with a "plop."

"Ahhhhh..." I arched my back.

I could feel that he had filled my little hole, but hadn't gone all the way in yet.

"Teacher, you don't have much experience, do you? You're quite tight. Your previous boyfriends never really fucked you properly, did they? You're so beautiful and so slutty, it's such a pity," Ah Lin said.

He grabbed my left ankle with one hand, lifted it onto his shoulder, and kissed the inside of my slender calf with his mouth. This action made me twitch again.

"Teacher, do you know you're very sensitive?" Ah Lin said. My legs were very long, and when they were draped over his shoulders, they looked even more slender, white, and beautiful.

I bit my lower lip, unable to speak, waves of pleasure causing me to tremble involuntarily. I had already abandoned my dignity; all I could think about was him thrusting into me hard, fucking me forcefully.

He used his other hand to push my right leg up, spreading my private parts wide.

He adjusted his position and suddenly thrust hard, his entire huge penis plunging into my vagina.

"Ah!" It hurt.

The pain suddenly brought me back to my senses.

Realizing that I was lying on a piano bench, being played with and penetrated by a young boy several years younger than me, my reason returned instantly, and a feeling of shame overwhelmed me.

"I...I don't want it anymore," I said, trying to push him away and sit up.

"Impossible, teacher, you asked for this yourself, you can't go back on your word," he said, a sly smile on his face, revealing his true colors.

He pressed me down into the chair and slowly began thrusting inside me. As he thrust, he looked down at where we were joined, slowly pulling his penis out and then slowly pushing it back in. On the last thrust, he would always give a strong thud, making a soft "plop," and I would involuntarily groan "uh."

After a few thrusts, the vaginal fluids that flowed out completely lubricated his penis, and my vagina no longer felt the tight pain.

Ah Lin started moving, his huge penis going in and out, rubbing against my sensitive, engorged vaginal walls.

"Uh...uh...uh..." I wiggled my hips, arching my back, letting him thrust in and out again.

Although Ah Lin was only a high school student, his penis was much larger than any of my previous boyfriends. I quickly succumbed to his charms, moaning incessantly. Even with my previous boyfriends, I rarely made any noises during sex, but now I seemed unable to control myself, letting out intermittent cries.

Although I knew in my mind that I shouldn't be played with by such a young boy, shame only excited me more, making the pleasure more intense than ever before.

He continued adjusting his position, and suddenly, during thrusting, I felt him touch a specific spot.

"Ugh... there..." I cried out, my body suddenly going limp, my mind going blank.

I used to think that things like G-spots and promiscuity were just lies, just men's fantasies. Now I suddenly realize they're all true; he hit that spot.

Ah Lin didn't let up on my reaction; he thrust into me again, fiercely.

"Ugh!" I involuntarily arched my vaginal opening, letting him go even deeper.

"Teacher, does it feel good?" he asked.

"Mmm...mmm...so good...ahhh..." He kept thrusting in and out, in and out, my legs trembling uncontrollably, my juices flowing like a burst dam, running down my thighs. I couldn't even speak a complete sentence.

Ah Lin thrust wildly, my round breasts bouncing back and forth with his strokes, my pink nipples engorged with blood. He would suck on them one moment and knead them forcefully with his hands the next. My hands gripped the chair back, one leg draped over his shoulder, my hips arched, letting him play with me hard, thrusting intensely.

Although I was thin, my buttocks were quite full. With each thrust, when he reached the very bottom, his penis would slap against my soft buttocks, making a slapping sound, occasionally mixed with the slurring of wetness.

Slap slap slap... plop... slap slap slap slap slap... plop...

Ah Lin thrust in and out, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep. My reason and dignity had vanished; I only wanted him to keep thrusting his huge, hard penis deep into my body.

"Ugh... Ah... Ah... Fuck me... Fuck me hard... It feels so good... Don't stop... Please..." I babbled incoherently, not even knowing what I was saying.

Within minutes I reached my climax, my burning hot vagina gripping the boy's huge penis tightly.

Ah Lin, however, hadn't ejaculated yet, continuing his frenzied thrusting.

"Ah... Ah... I'm going to die... So good... So comfortable... I can't take it anymore... I'm coming... Ah... Ugh..." Still not stopping, I writhed my chest and hips wantonly, letting Ah Lin thrust even deeper, babbling incoherently, climax after climax, seemingly endless. I trembled and convulsed, the continuous orgasms almost making me faint, while Ah Lin continued to thrust forcefully.

"It felt good, didn't it? Did any of your previous boyfriends ever give you this much of an orgasm?"

"So...so good...ah...ah...no...no, you're the first...they weren't as big as you, not as good as you...uh...uh...so good...fuck me to death, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to die..." I continued to moan.

Finally, Ah Lin's hard, huge penis thrust in deeply, each thrust making a "splashing" sound, accompanied by my hysterical moans, he was almost there too.

"Ah...ahhh..." Finally, he let out a low moan, grabbed my shoulders, and thrust in hard, ejaculating all his hot semen inside me.

After the orgasm, I lay limp on the chair, unable to move, my whole body flushed, all my strength gone.

Ah Lin's penis was still inside me.

I remembered, but he held me again, pressing me against the chair, not letting me leave. He was still a little hard; although he had ejaculated, he hadn't completely gone soft.

Soon, he caressed my soft, large breasts, gently pinching my nipples with his fingers, teasingly twisting them. My body unconsciously became excited again, and my vagina gushed out waves of love juice once more. Although I felt like a complete slut, filled with shame, it was too late to regret it now. The pleasure in my body hadn't subsided, and it rose again, conquering me. So, unlike the first time, I didn't resist as much. Ah Lin gradually hardened inside, filling my vagina, and so we did it again.

This time it wasn't as intense as the first time, but I still reached orgasm again.

Before meeting Ah Lin, I had never experienced an orgasm, and now it happened twice, both times with boys younger than me.

We were both a little tired, so after cleaning up a bit, I fought off the overwhelming sleepiness and dragged myself away.

Walking home, waves of conscious shame washed over me.

I told myself this was shameful and dangerous. What would others think if they found out I had sex with my student?

This could never happen again.

After regaining my senses, I felt deep regret and pain.

I even considered quitting my job immediately.

But that was also dangerous. What if Ah Lin objected and made a big fuss?

So I decided to keep things as usual for now, and resign and leave once I was sure things were under control.

However, for the next two weeks, I again feigned family matters and took two days off.

I needed to sort out my emotions before facing it again.

But during those two weeks, whenever I thought about it, I would uncontrollably become aroused.

I secretly masturbated several times, more frequently than ever before.

It was as if something inside me had been opened, and once opened, there was no going back.

Later, I went back to teaching the piano. The reason was simple: I needed to earn money and live. I didn't have many students, and besides, leaving abruptly would only raise more suspicions.

Life was peaceful for a while; we taught and studied, as if nothing had happened.

During this time, Ah Lin acted more normally than me, and his parents didn't notice anything unusual.

Finally, after a while, I decided the time was right and planned to resign during the next few piano lessons.

When we started the lesson, Ah Lin took out an MP3 player.

"Teacher," he said to me, feigning innocence, "I'm telling you, this MP3 player has a recording function. I've recorded our lessons."

"Really?" I answered absentmindedly.

"It's true." He shoved the earpiece connected to the device into my hand. "Listen to this."

I listened reluctantly.

"So...so good...ah...ah...no...no, you're the first...they're not as big as you, not as good as you...mmm...mmm...so comfortable...mmm..."

My lewd words came clearly through the earpiece.

Hearing this, my face changed color. He actually recorded it.

"What do you want?" I asked, suppressing my shock.

"Teacher, you're so heartless. Didn't I make you feel good that day? You even praised me for being good," he said. "Why don't you honestly tell me yourself, did I not make you feel good that day?"

My face flushed red and then turned pale.

"What do you want in return for the recording?" I asked.

"It's simple," he suddenly pulled something out of his pocket. It was a short, chubby thing shaped like a small sausage, with a tube attached to it, and at the end, something like a remote control.

Although I had never used one before, I knew what it was.

He put the thing aside and then picked up the sheet music and flipped through it.

"This one will do." I looked at it; it was "Für Elise," a very simple song.

"What do you want?"

"You play it from beginning to end once. While you're playing, I can do anything to you, and you can't resist, you can only play. If you can play it from beginning to end, the whole song, you win. I'll give you back the recording and won't bother you anymore."

I considered it for a moment; the song was only a little over three minutes long, not long, so it should be doable.

So I agreed.

As soon as the first note started, he pulled up a chair, sat behind me, and put headphones in my ears.

"No..." I wanted to protest.

"Teacher, you can't possibly not be able to play like this, can you? You can look at the sheet music and press the keys, right? It's not a problem." He interrupted me and played the previous recording in my ears.

This tactic almost immediately defeated me. The moment I heard myself uttering incoherent, lewd moans into the earphones, I was reminded of that day—of how I shamelessly begged him to have me, how I lasciviously twisted my hips and waist, how I was relentlessly and forcefully thrust into until I climaxed, wave after wave of intense pleasure, the thought that I only wanted to be relentlessly and wildly fucked until I died from orgasm. My skin flushed and heated, my body trembled involuntarily, and my vagina almost immediately secreted fluids, soaking my panties.

"Bounce, why aren't you bouncing?" he said. "If you don't bounce, I won't stop."

I had no choice but to start bouncing.

That day I was wearing a shirt and jeans. He first unhooked my bra and clothes, his hands caressing my full breasts while his mouth sucked and licked my earlobes and neck.

He took off my headphones, from which burst out a string of my moans and groans begging him to fuck me hard. Thinking of those continuous orgasms, my sticky juices were already overflowing.

"Teacher, your neck is so beautiful," he breathed into my ear, "your breasts seem even bigger than the other day, is it because of me? When you think of me, do you masturbate?" My face turned red.

"Your ex-boyfriends must have really liked your body," he continued, "because you were so beautiful, they came so quickly and couldn't bring you to climax... But I'm different..." He pinched my engorged pink nipple. I was

distracted and accidentally flicked the wrong note.

"You flicked it wrong," he said, "Then you have to flick it again here, otherwise how can it be complete?"

If I kept flicking, I should be able to finish quickly. But I was afraid I wouldn't meet his requirements, so I had to start flicking from the fourth measure back.

At this point, he started working on my jeans.

Since that day, I had deliberately dressed like this because they were hard to take off, preventing him from doing anything to me again.

He unzipped them and reached into my underwear.

My labia, clitoris, and even pubic hair were already soaked with vaginal fluid from his actions, so his fingers easily slipped between my labia and began rubbing and playing with them up and down. Because I was wearing tight pants, the deep friction between his fingers and my labia made the pleasure even more intense than usual, sending electric shocks through my brain, far stronger than before. He deliberately rubbed my swollen, engorged vulva, the friction between my fingers and the opening creating soft, wet sounds.

"So...so good..." I couldn't help but moan.

"Teacher, you're already so wet, do you want to continue? Do you want to keep flicking?" He stretched out his fingers, which were covered in sticky love juice.

I turned my head away in shame.

"Then don't stop," he continued to play with me, "Didn't you want to flick the whole thing?"

His fingers went in and out of my vagina, occasionally extending his middle finger to slide into my wet and hot honey hole, then pulling it out, repeatedly thrusting in and out. One hand was also squeezing my large breasts, constantly playing with my sensitive nipples.

"Mmm...mmm..." I began to moan, matching his fingers. Reason began to slip away again, and my mind started to fantasize uncontrollably. I wanted him to put my beautiful legs on his shoulders, like last time, and thrust his huge cock into my cunt without mercy, going in and out wildly, without holding back, fucking me fiercely, fucking me until I moaned like a slut, fucking me until my whole body was out of control, using the last bit of strength to squeeze his cock tightly until I climaxed, and then splashing every last drop of his semen into my body.

But I couldn't.

I couldn't go on like this. I told myself, this is wrong, I have to end it all.

My mind went blank, the music under my fingers was out of tune, but I still clung to my last sliver of hope and slowly played the strings.

"Ah!" I cried out again. He lifted my waist slightly and pulled down my jeans.

"You can't..." I said.

"This doesn't count as a mistake. You made so many mistakes, and I let you keep playing. You can keep playing now," he said.

"What if your parents come in?" I asked.

"Don't worry, they only care about themselves. Even if we kill them, they won't come in," he said, pulling his jeans up to my knees.

As he spoke, he pulled down a corner of my underwear. My underwear was already soaked, and so was the inside. He pried open my labia with one hand, rubbing my vulva with his sausage-like hard rod until it was wet and slippery with my love juice, and then he left it there.

The feeling of a foreign object stuck in my genitals was very uncomfortable, but it made me more alert, and my fingers became more agile again. A rendition of "Für Elise" finally sounded somewhat decent. Maybe I could finish playing it.

He held my waist with one hand and turned on the toy's power switch with the other.

A strong tingling sensation traveled through my clitoris to my brain.

"Ugh... Ahhhhh... Ughhh..." I cried out uncontrollably, twisting my hips incessantly. I felt the honey-like fluid inside my vagina almost spurting out, wetting my buttocks.

"Teacher, you've never played with this kind of toy before, have you?" he said. "If you want it, this set is yours. You can use it whenever you miss me."

I was still moaning lewdly, but because I was afraid his parents would hear, I covered my mouth tightly. As a result, because I couldn't release the waves of pleasure surging through my body, the tingling sensations from my engorged clitoris intensified. I couldn't control myself; I could only arch my back, thrusting again and again, as if being wildly penetrated by an invisible penis. My vagina involuntarily contracted repeatedly, my legs clamping tightly around the rapidly vibrating toy.

Then, he moved the toy down, half-inserting it into my soaking wet vagina.

"Bounce, why isn't it bouncing anymore?" he said.

From the moment the vibrator was turned on, I lost control and couldn't play the piano at all.

I tried to put my hands on the piano keys, but I couldn't press them down at all. My whole body went limp, and my juices flowed freely. My vagina clenched and trembled repeatedly, swallowing and releasing the rapidly vibrating toy.

"I...I can't take it anymore...please..." I sobbed, reaching out to pull the thing away. "I don't want to continue...uh..."

He grabbed my hands, admiring my wildly shaking buttocks and my flushed, dazed face.

"Teacher, tell me, do you still want me to fuck you in the future?" he asked.

"Okay...okay...I'll let you fuck me...please...it's so numb...so itchy...I can't take it anymore...I can't take it anymore..." I said.

"So, do you like being fucked by me?"

"I...like...I really like...being fucked by you..." I broke down and finally told the truth, "Last time...after you fucked me last time, I wanted...I've always wanted...every time I see you...I want to take off my pants...to have your big cock inside me...and fuck me hard..."

He seemed very satisfied, admiring my appearance, "Teacher, you are the most beautiful person I've ever been with, and I also want to...train you properly." He said, and after another ten seconds or so, he finally turned off the toy.

When the toy was pulled out of my body with a "pop," the honey-like fluid flowed down my thighs and onto the floor. I didn't feel relief, but rather an even greater hunger.

Ah Lin pulled off my pants and clothes, leaving me standing naked, my perfect figure completely exposed before him. He made me kneel on the sofa, lifting my buttocks high, then pulled out his enormous penis and inserted it into my vagina from behind.

Having been played with for so long, my vagina was incredibly wet, and his large penis encountered no resistance, penetrating all the way in in one go.

"Ah…" Finally penetrated, I couldn't help but groan.

Ah Lin held my slender waist from behind, thrusting in and out repeatedly, each stroke hitting my full buttocks with a slapping sound.

"Ahhh… it's in… so good… mmm… mmm… don't stop… mmm… mmm…" I desperately tried to hold back, afraid of being discovered by Ah Lin's parents, but I still couldn't help but let out lewd moans.

To be honest, I'm quite conservative when it comes to sex positions; I've never tried entering from behind before. Now I realize how intense it feels. Waves of intense pleasure surged from behind, even more intense than last time.

"I...I can't take it...I really can't..." I pleaded. He had only thrust in and out a dozen times when I felt myself reaching orgasm.

Suddenly, Ah Lin grabbed my long hair from behind. I turned around and kissed him wildly, as if I didn't care about my life. At the same time, my vagina trembled, and a warm flow overflowed. I reached orgasm again.

After the first orgasm, Ah Lin's penis was still hard, and he hadn't ejaculated. With his back to me, he half-dragged, half-carried me to a corner of the room, where, for some reason, there was a full-length mirror.

He made me stand with one foot on the ground, spread my other leg, and then took out his penis, slowly inserting it into my body from below.

Because we were standing in front of a mirror, I watched him slowly insert his huge penis into my vagina, and just watching this scene made me wet with excitement.

He held me, one hand on my waist, and thrust in and out forcefully from below, almost reaching the deepest point.

Ah Lin was almost half a head taller than me. When he thrust into me from this position, he always hit my G-spot, making me let out uncontrollable moans. Looking in the mirror, I could see our bodies joined together. His huge cock was going in and out of my vagina; it was so thick that each time it went in, my labia would slide inside, and when it came out, they would flip out, accompanied by slippery, wet fluid, slowly sliding down my legs.

When he thrust hard, even the foot I was standing on was lifted off the ground. It wasn't just how deep; towards the end, I could only hold onto the sides of the mirror, my round, full breasts swaying back and forth with his thrusts.

"Mmm...uh...be gentle...I'm scared..." I stammered, afraid that the noise we were making would attract his parents' attention.

"Scared of what? It's too late to be scared now, you slutty little bitch." He said gruffly, and as if to punish me, he slammed my buttocks hard several times, "slap, slap, slap, slap, slap.

" "Ugh...please...don't..." I said no, but my buttocks unconsciously arched up to meet his huge penis. I stared blankly at my bouncing breasts in the mirror, feeling ashamed as my body was being violently penetrated by the boy, even though I felt a lewd pleasure coursing through every part of my body.

He saw my full breasts in the mirror, bouncing uncontrollably in front of it, which excited him even more. He grabbed one of my breasts and thrust hard, his large penis pounding into my vagina. I moaned and groaned again, my juices soaking the floor.

"Is it good...?" he asked.

"Mmm...mmm...so good..."

He grabbed my hair and turned my head away, our tongues intertwining passionately.

Then, he made me stand against the wall, bending over so he could hold my buttocks and thrust into me forcefully.

"Mmm...ahh...I'm going to die...I can't stand up...hold me...it feels so good..." I moaned, my round buttocks raised high, receiving his big cock. "Please...I'm coming...it feels so good...mmm...mmm..."

Waves of pleasure followed his thrusting movements, rubbing against my sensitive flesh walls, and I swayed my buttocks.

"Teacher...your waist...is so slender...you're so beautiful...I've never fucked someone as beautiful as you before..." Ah Lin said, panting.

Finally, he pinned me against the wall, my back to him, one leg draped over his arm. His other hand gripped my breasts, kneading them forcefully until they were deformed. I felt a strange pleasure, a mixture of pain and pleasure, and I wanted him to torture me even more. So I twisted my hips, and waves of vaginal fluid gushed out. He pressed me against the wall, thrusting into me relentlessly until I reached orgasm.

"Ahhhhhh..." I screamed uncontrollably, my vaginal fluid spurting out. He continued to thrust in and out, repeatedly, and I trembled uncontrollably, experiencing an endless orgasm. I was about to faint. I screamed and cried out without any shame. All the temperament, restraint, and propriety I had cultivated since childhood vanished. I screamed and begged him to keep penetrating me, to fuck me hard, until I died.

The final climax finally came, and my love juices gushed out in waves. Ah Lin also let out a low growl and pulled out his penis. I felt a burning sensation on my back. It turned out that he had splattered his cloudy semen all over my back and my beautiful black hair.

After his vigorous fucking, I had lost all my strength. I slumped against the wall, covering my chest. The feeling of shame seemed to have inadvertently returned to me.

He wouldn't let me go, lifting me onto the sofa and teasing my body. After a while, my body heated up again, and my previously depleted vaginal fluids began to flow freely once more. He then lifted one of my legs, hanging it on the sofa, and thrust into my vagina again from the side.

Although I had just experienced orgasm after orgasm, I quickly succumbed to it again, reaching orgasm once more with his thrusts.

I think perhaps I am a naturally wanton woman, able to orgasm so easily time and time again. Ah Lin saw through this, which is why he targeted me. During

the three-hour piano lesson, on the sofa, on the piano chair, on the piano, by the wall, by the window, standing, sitting, lying down, kneeling, sideways, prone… he did it in every place and every position. He explored every inch of my body, his sticky semen covering my snow-white flesh, and I climaxed countless times.

Finally, when it was time to leave, we could only hastily pack up and end this absurd piano lesson.

Luckily, his parents didn't come to greet me when I left, otherwise I was afraid they would have exposed me immediately.

After that, I completely gave up the idea of getting rid of Ah Lin, and even became completely immersed in passionate sex.

Every time we had a piano lesson, we would have sex whenever we found the opportunity, sometimes several times.

Later, his parents seemed to gradually discover what was going on between us, and were no longer as indifferent as before, but would occasionally find opportunities to spy on us.

We became more careful.

During this time, I also learned to give Ah Lin oral sex.

Before, this was something I would never have done. But in front of Ah Lin, I could do anything.

When his parents weren't around, he would stand up, take off his pants, and pull out his mostly erect penis. I would hold his lean, muscular buttocks and lick or suck his sensitive glans with my tongue, swallowing and spitting his penis with my entire mouth, licking every fold on his penis, even sucking and licking his testicles, while stroking his erect penis, constantly playing with it. He taught me how to make him feel good, and I would play with him tirelessly until he ejaculated into my mouth. I would then, at his request, swallow every last drop of his semen.

Sometimes, while I was playing or teaching the piano, he would secretly reach under my skirt and play with my clitoris and vagina. Then, if we were sure his parents wouldn't be back anytime soon, he would stand up, lift my skirt up to my waist, and, holding his penis, immediately thrust in from behind, pumping wildly and forcefully. Each time, this thrill and tension would bring us both to orgasm instantly.

I became increasingly wanton, my needs growing ever stronger. Just seeing Ah Lin would make me wet without him even noticing, almost without him needing to arouse me.

My breasts became larger, and my skin smoother and whiter, all thanks to the lubrication of sex.

I once asked him where he learned his sexual techniques.

He said his family was wealthy, and his father used to keep a mistress, even bringing her home to live with them.

Later, his relationship with the mistress cooled, and he started having affairs again.

In revenge, the mistress seduced him, making him have sex with her and teaching him how to please women and bring them to orgasm.

"However, my dad paid her, and the mistress was eventually sent away."

Later, he began to figure out how to manipulate and control women himself. He particularly enjoyed approaching his father's women. These women, seeing him as a child, were unsuspecting and eager to please him. By the time they realized what was happening, they had all become his sex slaves.

"Perhaps this was a form of revenge against my father," he said.

I wasn't unaware of how shameful it would be to be taken advantage of and turned into a sex slave by such a young boy.

However, Ah Lin's skills far exceeded what a child should possess. Moreover, because his family was wealthy, he would frequently buy me gifts—beautiful luxury items I couldn't afford.

At the same time, he constantly told me how beautiful and captivating I was, unlike any of his previous women.

All of this made me unable to leave him.

We maintained this relationship for quite some time, until the year Ah Lin went to university.

After he started university, we initially met a few times, but then things gradually cooled down.

I became very anxious, not only worried that he would change his mind, but also because without a man's touch and penetration, my body often felt swollen, and my desire couldn't be released.

Sex had become indispensable to me.

I knew deep down that he might be tired of me. There were so many beautiful young girls in college; how could I compare to them?

One day, I went to his rented apartment and happened to see him with a girl.

When he saw me, he said a few words to the girl and then escorted her downstairs.

I thought he must have pretended that I was his sister, otherwise the girl wouldn't have said anything. This thought tore my heart apart.

As soon as he came back and entered the apartment, I exploded.

"Who is that woman?" I asked.

At first, he tried to evade the question and soothe me, but I became more and more agitated.

"I'm going to tell her what kind of person you are! You won't fool anyone!" I sneered, turning to leave.

Suddenly, I lost my balance and fell onto the sofa.

It turned out that Ah Lin had pushed me forcefully.

He pounced on me, pinning me down, and forcefully ripped my clothes open, his expression ferocious.

Actually, I was terrified, but I still frantically pounded on him: "Let go! Get away from me, don't touch me with your filthy hands!"

"You bitch!" he cursed, forcefully grabbing my struggling hands and using a rope he grabbed from the table to tie my hands behind my back.

His actions were rough; after tearing open my clothes and skirt, he grabbed my breast with one hand, kneading it forcefully, while his mouth sucked hard on my nipples and my tender skin.

"No...no..." I still resisted.

Under his violent ravaging, several red and purple bruises quickly appeared on my snow-white skin.

He suddenly turned me over and pulled off my underwear.

He touched my soft buttocks, gently kneading them. He even lightly inserted his fingers into my anus.

"No!" I squirmed. "No, don't touch there!"

He withdrew his hand. Then, suddenly, he raised his palm high and slapped my round buttocks hard.

"Ugh! No!" I tried to dodge in panic.

"Kai Ting, you've been naughty, and naughtiness means punishment..."

He continued to repeat the process, slapping my buttocks until they were red and swollen.

Strangely, although his slapping caused me great pain, along with the pain, there was also a faint pleasure flowing from my body.

Then, with almost no foreplay, he pulled out his already swollen penis and roughly shoved it into my vagina, thrusting in and out of my still-dry little hole.

"Ah...ah...no...no..." I cried out, because of the pain and his beast-like expression. I felt like I was just a toy for him to satisfy his lust, and that pained me deeply. Although, I knew that was what I was.

He ignored me, continuing to thrust forcefully.

"Ah...let me go, please, I don't want it anymore..." I said, writhing in pain.

Although I was forced this time, Ah Lin hadn't touched me in a long time. After so long without sex, no matter how unwilling I was, my vagina gradually secreted lustful fluids after several stimulations, wetting his huge penis.

Plus, my hands were tied behind my back, my upper body was lying face down on the sofa, my knees were on the ground, and my buttocks were raised high, making it easier for him to thrust forcefully from behind, hitting my sensitive clitoris hard.

He continued thrusting, each time deep and powerful. My large breasts bounced violently back and forth with his impact, his penis going in and out of my body. I instinctively swayed my hips, allowing him to penetrate deeply each time, hitting my clitoris.

I knew he no longer loved me (if he ever had), but my body still ached. The squelching sounds of our flesh echoed in the apartment, showing that my body was still immersed in the pleasure of his thrusting.

He continued to thrust, "Ugh...ugh...ugh..." I moaned.

"Kai Ting," he said, gripping my waist as he thrust, "you've become so lewd, no matter how many men you have, it probably won't work anymore. Ordinary sex can no longer satisfy you..."

"You...you...ugh...ugh...ah...ah...what do you mean..." The waves of pleasure from the contractions of my vaginal walls made me unable to think.

His hand touched my buttocks, then he inserted a finger into my anus.

"No...don't touch there..." I cried out, after all, I still had my limits and couldn't accept anal sex.

"Don't move!" He slapped my buttocks, and I cried out, my vagina involuntarily clenching several times, releasing a gush of vaginal fluid.

At first, I resisted, but then his fingers, inserted into my anus, suddenly found a spot that made me involuntarily twitch with excitement.

"See?" he said, while teasing me, his penis and fingers simultaneously playing with both of my holes, even inserting two or three fingers into my anus. Strangely, I didn't feel any discomfort at this moment, and even hoped he would continue to go deeper. His other hand wasn't idle either, reaching between my legs and playing with my wet clitoris.

Pleasure came from three places at the same time; my vagina contracted tightly, and my heated anus was being wantonly played with.

"Do you want me to fuck your ass?" Ah Lin whispered in my ear.

I bit my lip and remained silent.

"Ugh...ugh...ahhhhh..." He rotated his fingers, and intense pleasure coursed through me.

"Yes...yes...as long as...as long as you fuck me hard..." I said unconsciously, twisting my buttocks.

Ah Lin suddenly took out two things from the drawer next to him. It was a dildo and a bottle of lubricant. It turned out he had planned this all along.

He pulled out his wet penis, dipped his fingers in my gushing fluid, and smeared it on my anus, then pressed his sticky glans between my buttocks. Next, he smeared a lot of lubricant on my buttocks, inside my anus, and on his penis, and then slowly thrust in.

At first, it was very uncomfortable, and I immediately wanted to give up, begging him to spare me. But Ah Lin coaxed and tricked me, adding almost half a bottle of lubricant. The discomfort gradually disappeared, replaced by a rising pleasure.

Ah Lin inserted the dildo into my vagina and began to ravage me relentlessly from both ends, thrusting in and out alternately, with pleasure rising from both positions simultaneously.

"Kai Ting, does it feel good... um... so tight..." Ah Lin couldn't help but moan softly, "Do you like it... do you like being fucked like this..."

"Um... um... um... so good..." I moaned again, unable to believe that I had so easily accepted this and even derived pleasure from it, but the reality of my body couldn't lie, "Ah... ah... ah..." I cried out incessantly.

My juices flowed out like a flood as Ah Lin thrust in and out of the dildo. Waves of pleasure also came from between my buttocks, even more intense than the stimulation of my vagina.

"Ah... ah... ah... I can't take it anymore..." The pleasure was too intense, both sides of my vagina were simultaneously experiencing rapid and fierce pleasure.

"Ahhhhhh..." I screamed, and the climax suddenly arrived, deeper and more intense than ever before. A convulsive sensation, like a high-voltage current, spread throughout my body, and my juices gushed out, some even splashing onto Ah Lin.

Then, unable to bear the pleasure, my eyes rolled back, and I collapsed onto the sofa, unconscious.

Not long after that anal sex, Ah Lin dumped me. He suddenly moved out of his rented apartment and disappeared without a trace.

I was like a lost soul, constantly searching for him, and then I went on a crazy night of partying, spending each night with a different man, sometimes two, sometimes three... This went on for quite a while.

Then, I gradually returned to normal, falling in love with ordinary men, having sex in a conservative way, and then getting married.

That's the end of the story. I'm back on track.

Or rather, I think I am.

That day, Ah Lin actually added me as a friend on Facebook.

Seeing his sweet new posts with his new girlfriend, and his nonchalant attitude, I wondered, does he treat her the way he treats me?

Suddenly, it felt like a gash had opened up in my heart, and blood gushed out for three seconds.

Only three seconds.

I said, that's the end of the story.

(The End)

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