My Sexual Awakening—In Memory of My Biology Teacher

I was born in a small, underdeveloped county in western China. In the late 1990s, society was developing rapidly, and people's lives were becoming increasingly affluent. Back then, we could only see these things on television, so generally speaking, I was quite innocent. Hehe, but what boy doesn't have romantic fantasies? Sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys are at the age where everything they see makes them think about sex. However, we didn't have the resources we have now; we could only fantasize about the neighbor's wife or the teacher. Our biology teacher entered my dreams around that time.

When high school started, the days flew by, so fast that none of us knew such a sexy teacher had arrived.

"Class, this is your new biology teacher. Our previous teacher, Ms. Li, is on leave because her wife is having a baby. Come and get to know Ms. Liu. She will be teaching you biology this semester." After saying this, the homeroom teacher paused and looked at Ms. Liu, saying, "Xiao Liu, please introduce yourself and get to know your classmates. From now on, you will be a member of our Class 3." I don't know what I was thinking, but at the time I felt that the homeroom teacher's tone was very flippant. "Hello, students. It's a pleasure to meet you all. I'm your new biology teacher. During the time that Teacher Li (the original biology teacher) was away, I'll be learning and progressing with you all."

Teacher Liu continued the homeroom teacher's words, seemingly introducing herself. Only then did I look up at the podium. Before me stood a woman around 30 years old, of medium height, about 160cm, wearing a pair of clean black high heels and a yellow top. She wore a fitted black suit jacket over a pure white shirt, a bow tie in the same color as the jacket around her neck, and dark khaki casual trousers. She looked very capable, with a constant smile on her face, radiating warmth and approachability. Her words were like those of an old acquaintance. Looking around, I saw that everyone, male and female, had stopped what they were doing and were staring at the podium as if admiring a masterpiece in art class. A vague, intangible feeling washed over me. The homeroom teacher, feeling that Ms. Liu had finished introducing herself, stepped aside to let Ms. Liu begin the lesson.

Ever since Ms. Liu came, she always wore a different style of clothing to class, and the colors were all vibrant. Plus, she always had a smile on her face, so everyone loved her classes. But I don't know why, every night after biology class, I would dream about my biology teacher. At first, it was just a classroom scene, and she was just like a teacher, except I was the only student in the whole classroom. But later, the dream became more complicated. One time, I dreamed that I was in a strange place. I found myself in darkness, surrounded by emptiness. I shouted, "Is anyone there?!" But I couldn't even hear myself. Suddenly, there was a "squeak" sound from ahead... A beam of light shone from her face, accompanied by a splashing sound of water. I followed the sound and saw an incredible sight. In the steamy bathroom, the beautiful Ms. Liu's back appeared before me. Her round, firm buttocks were enveloped in water, appearing even more beautiful in the dim light. The milky white foam, like traffic flowing across the earth, slowly flowed down her smooth, youthful skin, eventually gathering around her buttocks, making them appear even more mysterious.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, Ms. Liu turned around. "Ah..." A scream rang out, and I woke up from my dream. Covered in sweat, I knew it was a dream, but I also knew in my heart that I would never want to see Teacher Liu again. That night, I had my first nocturnal emission... For a long time afterward, every time I attended Teacher Liu's class, I couldn't help but think of that dream, of the teacher I hadn't seen in the dream, of her beautiful and sexy body. This made my penis hard and tight every time I attended class, so I always sat tightly against the desk, afraid to move and let my classmates and teachers notice my abnormality. This resulted in my previously good grades plummeting in two consecutive tests, and I felt heartbroken every time I saw Ms. Liu's barely perceptible expression of disappointment. However, a sudden event completely changed my life, bringing about a profound transformation.

It happened on an early summer evening, and the specifics begin with the weather those days. In our small county, the May weather was still slightly chilly. Although it was summer, the pedestrians on the street seemed oblivious to the cold; a light jacket was indeed essential. However, it seemed as if Ms. Liu was deliberately defying the irritating weather. Entering May, she started wearing skirts, showcasing looks that straddled the line between youthful energy and mature sexiness, or a sophisticated and composed skirt suit paired with matching high heels, or a vibrant white off-the-shoulder mini dress. Colleagues said she always gave off either a cool and aloof or lively vibe. Add to that the flesh-colored stockings covering her shapely legs and the way her full, pert buttocks were tightly encased in her skirts, creating a striking visual impact. But fate was unkind; the beautiful Ms. Liu couldn't withstand the onslaught of the cold front and fell ill. "Mr. Liu is sick and won't be able to come to class for the next few days. The class monitor and subject representatives will organize self-study sessions during these periods," our homeroom teacher announced during morning self-study one day. After saying this, he told us to study hard and then left.

At this time, the class monitor suggested that we should all visit Mr. Liu, and the students all responded positively and expressed their willingness. It was agreed that the class committee would visit the teacher on behalf of everyone on the weekend. However, I felt empty all day long, and I still felt very uncomfortable during evening self-study, so I asked the teacher for leave to go home and rest. But as I rode my bike down the street, a strong desire to see Teacher Liu suddenly arose, so I changed my route and rode to the neighborhood where Teacher Liu lived. With a mix of trepidation and excitement, I arrived at Teacher Liu's door. Before I could hesitate, the door suddenly opened, and a tall, handsome man in his thirties came out. He seemed slightly surprised to see me, but quickly smiled and said, "You've come to see Teacher Wang, haven't you? Hehe, I'm her husband, my name is Li X." Although I had known for a long time that Teacher Wang was married, seeing her husband still made me a little uncomfortable, especially since this man was so charming.

"Yes. Are you home?" I said softly, head bowed. "At home, haha, come in and sit down," the man greeted me warmly. "You sit first, she'll be out in a bit. I have something to do outside," he said hesitantly for some reason. "Thank you," I said. Perhaps because I was young and shy, he thought for a moment, smiled, shook his head, closed the door, and left. I was a little confused.

So, I looked around the house for the first time. The interior design and the feeling it gave off were as warm and harmonious as Ms. Liu's home, radiating beauty and happiness everywhere. Suddenly, with a creak, the bathroom door opened. I looked up, and for a moment, my mind went blank. Then, the dream from that night seemed to replay itself. The image that appeared in my mind was of Ms. Liu, naked, with a shower cap on her head, a towel in her hand, and water droplets still dripping from her body. Her two large breasts were completely exposed. My eyes, though large, stood erect, and above them, two pink nipples, like raisins, peeked out slightly. My breathing quickened instantly, and my penis felt like it was about to explode. Only then did Teacher Liu seem to understand what was happening. She looked up, opened her eyes, and stared intently at me. Time seemed to stand still as we stared at each other. Suddenly, a blush rose to her cheeks.

"Turn around!" she said softly, nodding. I seemed to understand as well, lowering my head and turning around. At that moment, the whole world seemed to fall silent. I could only hear my own rapid heartbeat and the faint rustling of her clothes. "Okay, you can turn around now."

As Teacher Liu spoke, I slowly turned around, looking at her with a faint glow on her face, feeling at a loss. After a while, Teacher Liu spoke first, "Did you come to see me? Hehe, come sit down, let me pour you some water." "No need, thank you, teacher, I just wanted to see if you're feeling better." I quickly replied. "Hehe, thank you, it's rare for my classmates to care about me so much." Teacher Liu said, "Come sit down, let's talk for a bit." I didn't dare to object, and quickly sat down on the sofa in the living room, lowering my head, not daring to look at her. "Hehe, didn't you come to criticize me? Why do you look like you've made a mistake and are accepting criticism?" Teacher Liu said casually, as if to ease the awkwardness. So I did as she said and raised my head, which had been hanging down. But when I looked over, I froze.

It turned out that because of time constraints, the teacher hadn't put on her clothes; she had only tied a towel around her body, and her shapely figure was once again in front of me. "Hehe, does it look good?" The teacher seemed to find my expression amusing and blurted it out unconsciously. Then, as if realizing she had said the wrong thing, she covered her mouth with both hands. Looking at the teacher's delicate appearance, I couldn't help but say, "Teacher, you're so beautiful. I like you so much. You're just as beautiful as I am in my dreams."

"What dreams?" the teacher asked quickly, as if she had discovered something amusing. "Tell me quickly." "Just like now," I said softly. The teacher seemed to understand and lowered her head, saying, "You're so naughty. You're so young and already behaving badly." "I'm not young!" I immediately replied. As if encouraged, I walked up to the teacher, took her hand, and said, "I'm not a child. I like you so much." The teacher struggled to pull her hand away from me, but I seemed to be under a spell and boldly pressed my lips against hers, kissing her tightly. "Don't do this, I'm your teacher!" The teacher seemed to have suddenly lost her composure, struggling desperately.

"Ah..." "Let me go!" Teacher Liu shouted. But I seemed not to hear her, still desperately gripping the teacher's full breasts. "So good, such a fulfilling feeling, I've finally climbed onto the teacher's breasts." I uttered obscene words that even I didn't believe. Unconsciously, the strength in my hands gradually increased. "Ah, you're hurting me," the teacher whispered. "I'm sorry. Teacher, I was captivated by you the moment I saw you, please grant me your wish," I pleaded almost. As I said this, my hands didn't think, my right hand slowly sliding down, caressing up and down, finally focusing on the teacher's genitals, slowly rubbing them. "Ahhh," the teacher gasped, "Don't touch there."

I ignored her refusal and slowly pulled off her only modesty covering—her bathrobe. "Ah, teacher, your figure is so perfect!" The teacher seemed genuinely flustered. "Don't look, it's so embarrassing!" The teacher closed her eyes, whether she was talking to herself or me. I wasn't sure if I was taking advantage of the opportunity, so I took her hand and placed it on my erect, ready-to-go penis. I wrapped her hand in mine and placed it on my penis. My burning hot penis throbbed with vitality, and the teacher's struggles were now very weak. So I took off my clothes, grasped my penis, and tried to insert it into the teacher's vagina, but I couldn't. "Hehe," she chuckled, "I don't know how to insert it, it's like other people want to have sex with me." It seemed the teacher had let go of everything and wanted to have some fun. "You don't know where the hole is, do you? Haha." Hearing the teacher's charming laughter, I lost my initial nervousness and said, "I've only seen people doing it in porn, I've never even kissed anyone." Looking at me, this novice, the teacher seemed to have let go of her burden and said, "Today I'll give you a break, kid." She

gently pushed me away, her hands lightly nudging me, saying, "Lie down." So I obediently lay down. The teacher's slender hands slowly and gently circled my body, slowly moving downwards, finally gently stroking my swollen penis and rhythmically moving. And I unconsciously hummed softly in this pleasure. I squinted slightly as I watched the teacher seductively roam her body with her fingers, finally placing them gently between her moist lips, in sync with the rhythmic in-and-out motion of her other hand.

As if everything was ready, the teacher removed her finger from her mouth, placed the sticky finger on her slightly parted labia, and slowly stroked it a few times. Then, with her other hand, she gently placed my penis on her labia, smiling seductively as she said, "Let's begin, ah..." And so, the teacher slowly sat on top of me, moving up and down, and began to move.

"Mmm...mmm...ahhh..." The teacher's moans gradually became connected with the undulations of her body. "Is it good, little brat?" The teacher, her cheeks flushed, said coquettishly to me. "I'm not a little brat," I retorted, freeing my hands to slowly rub the teacher's breasts. "Ahhh, then why are you lower than me, hehe."

As if turning something around, I hugged the teacher and flipped her over, pinning her down on the sofa. "Now who dares to call me a little brat?" I said, mimicking the intense movements in movies. I thrust in and out, then buried my face in the teacher's breasts, swaying them from side to side, making her giggle. "Mmm...so good, ahhh...I didn't expect you to be so fierce on your first time," the teacher responded passionately. "I've been looking forward to one for a long time, of course I'm going to do my best," I said, and then forcefully thrust my thick penis into the teacher's wet labia. "Ahhh...so hot, so itchy...ah...fuck me to death..." the teacher couldn't help but utter lewd words. "Ahhh...it feels so good to be fucked like this." "Oh, my juices are flowing, I can't take it anymore!" At first, it was just a low, choked sob, but it gradually grew louder and louder. "Tell me, I always love being fucked by you, I want you to fuck me in every class, I'm a born slut!" I slowly let go too, and even during intense intercourse, I didn't forget to flirt with the teacher. "Mmm...it's so good, your big cock feels so good inside me, I'm a born slut, I love being fucked by you the most, I want you to fuck me in every class, ah...fuck me to death, I love you so much!" "

As the teacher spoke, she vigorously rubbed her full breasts with her hands. Unconsciously, I moved my fingers to the teacher's tight anus, slowly inserting my little finger in and out, coordinating with the thrusting of my penis in the blood, and it became faster and faster. 'Ahhh...no! It hurts! Get your finger out!' the teacher screamed pitifully, but I seemed not to hear her, thrusting faster and faster. 'Ahhh...ahhh...ahhh...ahhh...ahhh...ahhh...I can't take it anymore, I'm going to come...ahhh...'"

"Ah... Teacher, I love you, I'm going to cum... Ahhh..." With that, a powerful gush of hot semen shot into the teacher's vagina. Then, I collapsed onto her, completely exhausted. "Ahhh... No, don't cum inside!" the teacher cried out repeatedly. Realizing it was too late, she pointed her finger at my forehead and poked hard. "You bad boy, why didn't you listen to me not to cum inside?" "I'm sorry, I couldn't hold back," I said sheepishly.

"Get up! Aren't you afraid my husband will see this when he gets home? He's a martial arts teacher, he'll beat you to death!" The teacher, realizing her mistake, laughed. "Hehe, you little brat, you actually got the better of me!"

"I'm not a brat anymore," I retorted to the teacher, but I slowly sat up, grabbed my clothes from the bed, and then took the bath towel and draped it over her, saying, "Don't catch a cold, your cold isn't better yet." "Hehe, this brat even knows how to coax a woman, not bad at all," the teacher slowly stood up to put the bath towel back on, saying to me, "Hurry up and go, or my husband will be back." Although I was very reluctant to leave, there was nothing I could do, so I could only say to the teacher, "Then I'm leaving, teacher, you're so kind."... Back home, lying in bed, thinking about how wonderful the teacher was, I was still fantasizing about the next time, but there was no next time, because not long after, the teacher and her man went to teach in a neighboring county, and I never saw her again.

[The End]

I was born in a small, underdeveloped county in western China. In the late 1990s, society was developing rapidly, and people's lives were becoming increasingly affluent. Back then, we could only see these things on television, so generally speaking, I was quite innocent. Hehe, but what boy doesn't have romantic thoughts? Sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys are at the age where everything they see makes them think about sex. However, we didn't have the resources we have now; we could only fantasize about the neighbor's wife or the teacher. Our biology teacher entered my dreams around that time.

When high school started, time flew by, so fast that none of us knew that such a sexy teacher had arrived.

"Classmates, this is your new biology teacher. Our previous teacher, Ms. Li, is on leave because her wife is having a baby. Come and get to know Ms. Liu. She will be teaching you biology this semester." After saying this, the homeroom teacher paused and looked at Ms. Liu, saying, "Xiao Liu, please introduce yourself and get to know your classmates. From now on, you will be a member of our Class 3." I don't know what I was thinking, but at the time, I always felt that the homeroom teacher's tone was very frivolous. "Hello, students. It's a pleasure to meet you all. I'm your new biology teacher. During the time that Teacher Li (the original biology teacher) was away, I'll be learning and progressing with you all."

Teacher Liu continued the homeroom teacher's words, seemingly introducing herself. Only then did I look up at the podium. Before me stood a woman around 30 years old, of medium height, about 160cm, wearing a pair of clean black high heels and a yellow top. She wore a fitted black suit jacket over a pure white shirt, a bow tie in the same color as the jacket around her neck, and dark khaki casual trousers. She looked very capable, with a constant smile on her face, radiating warmth and approachability. Her words were like those of an old acquaintance. Looking around, I saw that everyone, male and female, had stopped what they were doing and were staring at the podium as if admiring a masterpiece in art class. A vague, intangible feeling washed over me. The homeroom teacher, feeling that Ms. Liu had finished introducing herself, stepped aside to let Ms. Liu begin the lesson.

Ever since Ms. Liu came, she always wore a different style of clothing to class, and the colors were all vibrant. Plus, she always had a smile on her face, so everyone loved her classes. But I don't know why, every night after biology class, I would dream about my biology teacher. At first, it was just a classroom scene, and she was just like a teacher, except I was the only student in the whole classroom. But later, the dream became more complicated. One time, I dreamed that I was in a strange place. I found myself in darkness, surrounded by emptiness. I shouted, "Is anyone there?!" But I couldn't even hear myself. Suddenly, there was a "squeak" sound from ahead... A beam of light shone from her face, accompanied by a splashing sound of water. I followed the sound and saw an incredible sight. In the steamy bathroom, the beautiful Ms. Liu's back appeared before me. Her round, firm buttocks were enveloped in water, appearing even more beautiful in the dim light. The milky white foam, like traffic flowing across the earth, slowly flowed down her smooth, youthful skin, eventually gathering around her buttocks, making them appear even more mysterious.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, Ms. Liu turned around. "Ah..." A scream rang out, and I woke up from my dream. Covered in sweat, I knew it was a dream, but I also knew in my heart that I would never want to see Teacher Liu again. That night, I had my first nocturnal emission... For a long time afterward, every time I attended Teacher Liu's class, I couldn't help but think of that dream, of the teacher I hadn't seen in the dream, of her beautiful and sexy body. This made my penis hard and tight every time I attended class, so I always sat tightly against the desk, afraid to move and let my classmates and teachers notice my abnormality. This resulted in my previously good grades plummeting in two consecutive tests, and I felt heartbroken every time I saw Ms. Liu's barely perceptible expression of disappointment. However, a sudden event completely changed my life, bringing about a profound transformation.

It happened on an early summer evening, and the specifics begin with the weather those days. In our small county, the May weather was still slightly chilly. Although it was summer, the pedestrians on the street seemed oblivious to the cold; a light jacket was indeed essential. However, it seemed as if Ms. Liu was deliberately defying the irritating weather. Entering May, she started wearing skirts, showcasing looks that straddled the line between youthful energy and mature sexiness, or a sophisticated and composed skirt suit paired with matching high heels, or a vibrant white off-the-shoulder mini dress. Colleagues said she always gave off either a cool and aloof or lively vibe. Add to that the flesh-colored stockings covering her shapely legs and the way her full, pert buttocks were tightly encased in her skirts, creating a striking visual impact. But fate was unkind; the beautiful Ms. Liu couldn't withstand the onslaught of the cold front and fell ill. "Mr. Liu is sick and won't be able to come to class for the next few days. The class monitor and subject representatives will organize self-study sessions during these periods," our homeroom teacher announced during morning self-study one day. After saying this, he told us to study hard and then left.

At this time, the class monitor suggested that we should all visit Mr. Liu, and the students all responded positively and expressed their willingness. It was agreed that the class committee would visit the teacher on behalf of everyone on the weekend. However, I felt empty all day long, and I still felt very uncomfortable during evening self-study, so I asked the teacher for leave to go home and rest. But as I rode my bike down the street, a strong desire to see Teacher Liu suddenly arose, so I changed my route and rode to the neighborhood where Teacher Liu lived. With a mix of trepidation and excitement, I arrived at Teacher Liu's door. Before I could hesitate, the door suddenly opened, and a tall, handsome man in his thirties came out. He seemed slightly surprised to see me, but quickly smiled and said, "You've come to see Teacher Wang, haven't you? Hehe, I'm her husband, my name is Li X." Although I had known for a long time that Teacher Wang was married, seeing her husband still made me a little uncomfortable, especially since this man was so charming.

"Yes. Are you home?" I said softly, head bowed. "At home, haha, come in and sit down," the man greeted me warmly. "You sit first, she'll be out in a bit. I have something to do outside," he said hesitantly for some reason. "Thank you," I said. Perhaps because I was young and shy, he thought for a moment, smiled, shook his head, closed the door, and left. I was a little confused.

So, I looked around the house for the first time. The interior design and the feeling it gave off were as warm and harmonious as Ms. Liu's home, radiating beauty and happiness everywhere. Suddenly, with a creak, the bathroom door opened. I looked up, and for a moment, my mind went blank. Then, the dream from that night seemed to replay itself. The image that appeared in my mind was of Ms. Liu, naked, with a shower cap on her head, a towel in her hand, and water droplets still dripping from her body. Her two large breasts were completely exposed. My eyes, though large, stood erect, and above them, two pink nipples, like raisins, peeked out slightly. My breathing quickened instantly, and my penis felt like it was about to explode. Only then did Teacher Liu seem to understand what was happening. She looked up, opened her eyes, and stared intently at me. Time seemed to stand still as we stared at each other. Suddenly, a blush rose to her cheeks.

"Turn around!" she said softly, nodding. I seemed to understand as well, lowering my head and turning around. At that moment, the whole world seemed to fall silent. I could only hear my own rapid heartbeat and the faint rustling of her clothes. "Alright, you can turn around now,"

Teacher Liu said. I slowly turned around, and looking at Teacher Liu, whose face still had a faint glow, I was at a loss. After a while, Teacher Liu spoke first, "Did you come to see me? Hehe, come sit down, I'll get you some water." "No need, thank you, teacher. I just wanted to see if you were feeling better," I quickly said. "Hehe, thank you, it's rare for my classmates to care about me so much," the teacher said. "Come sit down, let's talk for a bit." I didn't dare to object, and quickly sat down on the sofa in the living room, lowering my head, not daring to look over. "Hehe, didn't you come here to criticize me? Why are you acting like you've made a mistake and are about to be criticized?" Teacher Liu said casually, as if to ease the awkwardness. So I did as she said and raised my head, which had been hanging down. But when I saw what she said, I immediately froze.

It turned out that due to time constraints, the teacher hadn't gotten dressed; she had only tied a bath towel around her body, revealing her exquisite figure once again. "Hehe, does it look good?" The teacher seemed to find my expression amusing and blurted it out unconsciously. Then, as if realizing she had said the wrong thing, she covered her mouth with both hands. Looking at the teacher's delicate appearance, I couldn't help but say, "Teacher, you're so beautiful. I like you so much. You're just as beautiful as I am in my dreams."

"What dreams?" the teacher asked quickly, as if she had discovered something amusing. "Tell me quickly." "Just like now," I said softly. The teacher seemed to understand and lowered her head, saying, "You're so naughty. You're so young and already behaving badly." "I'm not young!" I immediately replied. As if encouraged, I walked up to the teacher, took her hand, and said, "I'm not a child. I like you so much." The teacher struggled to pull her hand away from me, but I seemed to be under a spell and boldly pressed my lips against hers, kissing her tightly. "Don't do this, I'm your teacher!" The teacher seemed to have suddenly lost her composure, struggling desperately.

"Ah..." "Let me go!" Teacher Liu shouted. But I seemed not to hear her, still desperately gripping the teacher's full breasts. "So good, such a fulfilling feeling, I've finally climbed onto the teacher's breasts." I uttered obscene words that even I didn't believe. Unconsciously, the strength in my hands gradually increased. "Ah, you're hurting me," the teacher whispered. "I'm sorry. Teacher, I was captivated by you the moment I saw you, please grant me your wish," I pleaded almost. As I said this, my hands didn't think, my right hand slowly sliding down, caressing up and down, finally focusing on the teacher's genitals, slowly rubbing them. "Ahhh," the teacher gasped, "Don't touch there."

I ignored her refusal and slowly pulled off her only modesty covering—her bathrobe. "Ah, teacher, your figure is so perfect!" The teacher seemed genuinely flustered. "Don't look, it's so embarrassing!" The teacher closed her eyes, whether she was talking to herself or me. I wasn't sure if I was taking advantage of the opportunity, so I took her hand and placed it on my erect, ready-to-go penis. I wrapped her hand in mine and placed it on my penis. My burning hot penis throbbed with vitality, and the teacher's struggles were now very weak. So I took off my clothes, grasped my penis, and tried to insert it into the teacher's vagina, but I couldn't. "Hehe," she chuckled, "I don't know how to insert it, it's like other people want to have sex with me." It seemed the teacher had let go of everything and wanted to have some fun. "You don't know where the hole is, do you? Haha." Hearing the teacher's charming laughter, I lost my initial nervousness and said, "I've only seen people doing it in porn, I've never even kissed anyone." Looking at me, this novice, the teacher seemed to have let go of her burden and said, "Today I'll give you a break, kid." She

gently pushed me away, her hands lightly nudging me, saying, "Lie down." So I obediently lay down. The teacher's slender hands slowly and gently circled my body, slowly moving downwards, finally gently stroking my swollen penis and rhythmically moving. And I unconsciously hummed softly in this pleasure. I squinted slightly as I watched the teacher seductively roam her body with her fingers, finally placing them gently between her moist lips, in sync with the rhythmic in-and-out motion of her other hand.

As if everything was ready, the teacher removed her finger from her mouth, placed the sticky finger on her slightly parted labia, and slowly stroked it a few times. Then, with her other hand, she gently placed my penis on her labia, smiling seductively as she said, "Let's begin, ah..." And so, the teacher slowly sat on top of me, moving up and down, and began to move.

"Mmm...mmm...ahhh..." The teacher's moans gradually became connected with the undulations of her body. "Is it good, little brat?" The teacher, her cheeks flushed, said coquettishly to me. "I'm not a little brat," I retorted, freeing my hands to slowly rub the teacher's breasts. "Ahhh, then why are you lower than me, hehe."

As if turning something around, I hugged the teacher and flipped her over, pinning her down on the sofa. "Now who dares to call me a little brat?" I said, mimicking the intense movements in movies. I thrust in and out, then buried my face in the teacher's breasts, swaying them from side to side, making her giggle. "Mmm...so good, ahhh...I didn't expect you to be so fierce on your first time," the teacher responded passionately. "I've been looking forward to one for a long time, of course I'm going to do my best," I said, and then forcefully thrust my thick penis into the teacher's wet labia. "Ahhh...so hot, so itchy...ah...fuck me to death..." the teacher couldn't help but utter lewd words. "Ahhh...it feels so good to be fucked like this." "Oh, my juices are flowing, I can't take it anymore!" At first, it was just a low, choked sob, but it gradually grew louder and louder. "Tell me, I always love being fucked by you, I want you to fuck me in every class, I'm a born slut!" I slowly let go too, and even during intense intercourse, I didn't forget to flirt with the teacher. "Mmm...it's so good, your big cock feels so good inside me, I'm a born slut, I love being fucked by you the most, I want you to fuck me in every class, ah...fuck me to death, I love you so much!" "

As the teacher spoke, she vigorously rubbed her full breasts with her hands. Unconsciously, I moved my fingers to the teacher's tight anus, slowly inserting my little finger in and out, coordinating with the thrusting of my penis in the blood, and it became faster and faster. 'Ahhh...no! It hurts! Get your finger out!' the teacher screamed pitifully, but I seemed not to hear her, thrusting faster and faster. 'Ahhh...ahhh...ahhh...ahhh...ahhh...ahhh...I can't take it anymore, I'm going to come...ahhh...'"

"Ah... Teacher, I love you, I'm going to cum... Ahhh..." With that, a powerful gush of hot semen shot into the teacher's vagina. Then, I collapsed onto her, completely exhausted. "Ahhh... No, don't cum inside!" the teacher cried out repeatedly. Realizing it was too late, she pointed her finger at my forehead and poked hard. "You bad boy, why didn't you listen to me not to cum inside?" "I'm sorry, I couldn't hold back," I said sheepishly.

"Get up! Aren't you afraid my husband will see this when he gets home? He's a martial arts teacher, he'll beat you to death!" The teacher, realizing her mistake, laughed. "Hehe, you little brat, you actually got the better of me!"

"I'm not a brat anymore," I retorted to the teacher, but I slowly sat up, grabbed my clothes from the bed, and then took a bath towel, draping it over her shoulders, saying, "Don't catch a cold, your cold isn't better yet." "Hehe, this brat even knows how to charm a woman, not bad," the teacher said, slowly standing up to put the towel back on, adding, "Hurry up and go, or my husband will be back." Although I was reluctant to leave, there was nothing I could do, so I said to the teacher, "Then I'll go, you're so kind, teacher..." Back home, lying in bed, thinking about how wonderful the teacher was, I was still fantasizing about the next time, but there was no next time, because not long after, the teacher and her man went to teach in a neighboring county, and I never saw her again.

[The End]

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