Teacher is so happy

In the second year, the course assigned some sketching assignments, including some figure drawing. The school would often hire professional female models as subjects for figure drawing, but students had to pay for it themselves, and the price was very expensive. I remember that only a few students with excellent grades or who were wealthy were qualified to attend figure drawing classes in the sketching room, while the other students could only draw the Venus de Milo plaster statue. I didn't have any extra money, and my grades weren't good either, so I naturally had no chance with female models. However, I didn't think much of it and felt that drawing plaster casts was just as good as drawing human figures.

I continued with my figure drawing practice in this way, while other classmates, more or less, always made the effort to draw or saved money from their meal allowances, so they all had a chance to draw a figure at least once. But I never did. I was tall and strong, and sometimes I dabbled in martial arts. I always ate and drank excessively, and my meager savings disappeared quickly. When I was broke, I was forced to find ways to earn money. Because my portrait drawing skills improved rapidly, I wondered if I could set up a stall on the street to draw portraits. I did it right away, setting up my stall in the bustling city center every evening when the weather was fine. Since there was no competition (high achievers wouldn't stoop to that), many people came to me for portraits, and I earned enough for cigarettes every day to last a day or two. Eventually, I ran out of money... I went to get my portraits drawn.

Time flew by, and finally, school was out for summer vacation. Few people stayed at school, but I didn't want to go home, so I stayed at school for the summer to find a part-time job.

One evening, as usual, I went to my usual spot, took out some finished portraits of celebrities, set up my easel

, and waited for customers. Business was surprisingly slow. Two hours passed, it was already past nine o'clock at night, and the shopping mall across the street had closed, but still no one wanted a drawing. I looked down at the footsteps of passersby; fewer and fewer people were walking. I considered whether I should close up shop if no one came in another five minutes.

Just as I was thinking this, a pair of white open-toe high-heeled sandals appeared before my eyes, the thin straps drawing beautiful curves on the heels. A pair of exquisite feet trod on high-heeled sandals, with white, delicate toes, slender soles, and pink heels. The high arch and delicate ankles formed a graceful curve. The feet wore sheer, flesh-colored stockings with sheer toes, incredibly thin, and red nail polish on the dainty toes, making them even more alluring through the stockings.

I imagined these feet... The owner of the feet looked to be no more than twenty-five or twenty-six years old. I couldn't help but raise my head and slowly look up along those beautiful ankles. The smooth, silky curves of her calves were undeniably graceful. Her long, slender thighs were tightly encased in flesh-colored stockings. I then saw a white, ultra-short dress. The woman appeared to be wearing pantyhose, but there was no visible line separating the stockings from her upper thighs. Based on my... Looking up from my squatting position, under the dim streetlights, I saw a white thong with bows adorning the sides, clinging tightly to the top of her thighs beneath her pantyhose. The thong was sheer and had a hollow center, clearly showing the black, tangled pubic hair beneath the transparent fabric. I couldn't help but linger a while, mesmerized by what I saw under her skirt. Suddenly, the woman spoke in a soft, seductive voice, "Could I have a sketch drawn?" I quickly looked away from her skirt and lowered my head, saying, "Of course, small ones are ten yuan each, large ones are thirty yuan." I gestured to a chair opposite her, indicating for her to sit down.

She adjusted her skirt and sat down, her legs crossed and slightly askew, her hands resting on her knees. Her graceful movements and posture were incredibly captivating. I looked up at her, and she was looking at me too.

"Professor Ying, it's you?!" I exclaimed in surprise, realizing she was a university professor.

"Wang Dang, it's you!?" she replied, equally surprised, standing up as well. "It's been a long time! What are you doing here?" "Oh, I've been setting up a stall here to earn some pocket money."

Section Two: Springtime in the Rain. Professor Ying was our physical education teacher in our freshman year, but she took a leave of absence from the university last year to start her own clothing design company. Professor Ying is about thirty-four or thirty-five years old, married with children, but thanks to her excellent grooming, she looks no more than twenty-seven or twenty-eight. She has beautifully drawn eyebrows, a delicate nose, sexy red lips, and a charming face. Egg. Her skin was fair, delicate, and smooth; her figure was slender and well-proportioned, with a slim waist, rounded buttocks, and a pair of large breasts. She possessed all the beauty a woman could have. During her figure-building class, she wore a leotard, her movements light and graceful, sexy and alluring. Her snow-white, delicate thighs had captivated countless boys.

In the midst of their intimate moment, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a deafening crash, and suddenly... Raindrops the size of soybeans began to fall, sparse at first, but soon poured down like a waterfall. I hurriedly tied my painting stall together without even packing it up, and ran with Teacher Ying to the entrance of a nearby shopping mall to take shelter. The walk was two or three hundred meters long, and by the time we reached shelter, I was soaked to the bone.

After I stood still, I muttered curses under my breath at the heavy rain. Looking back, I saw that Teacher Ying was also completely drenched, and because of her clothing… Her skirt was so thin that her underwear became semi-transparent when wet, clinging to her shapely buttocks. Her high-quality silk stockings were also soaked.

Several people were taking shelter from the rain at the mall entrance, and many men were giving her strange looks. Ms. Ying was very embarrassed and flustered, her head lowered, her face flushed, and her arms tightly crossed over her chest.

I quickly stepped forward and stood in front of her, "Ms. Ying, put your t-shirt..." "Wrap this around your waist!" I said, taking off my t-shirt and handing it to her. She used it to wipe her skirt.

I looked up, shirtless, at the rain getting heavier and heavier, it didn't look like it would stop anytime soon. My tools were all okay, except for three or four sheets of paper, everything else was wet, so I threw the wet paper away. After a while, Ms. Ying had dried her skirt a bit, it was no longer clinging to her buttocks, but her underwear was mostly soaked. Perhaps feeling uncomfortable in the wetness, Ms. Ying slightly bent over and wrapped the t-shirt around her waist.

She brushed her hair back and smiled, saying, "Thank you, Wang Dang. Aren't you cold being naked like this?" "No, I take cold showers all year round, look, I don't even have goosebumps." I puffed out my chest and stretched out my arms for her to see.

"Hmm, you're really strong." Ms. Ying laughed.

"But, Teacher Ying, look, the rain is getting heavier and heavier. It doesn't seem like it's going to stop tonight. What should we do?" I wanted to leave, but then I thought better of it. It wouldn't be safe for a woman like me to be out in the rain like this.

Teacher Ying had also thought of this and said with some worry, "Yes, look, everyone else has already left in the rain. It's just the two of us now, but it's not good for me to be dressed like this in the rain." After saying that, Teacher Ying looked around at the people who were running in the rain and leaving.

“Yes, let’s wait a little longer, we can go when the rain gets a bit lighter.” I stopped blocking her way and moved to the side.

We waited… The rainy night was a bit chilly, and Ms. Ying shivered slightly, crossing her arms over her chest. Two hours later, the rain intensified, the ground was flooded, and the sound of rushing water was incessant. On this bustling commercial street, besides the glittering lights, it seemed like only we were left.

Actually, I didn’t know how long I would stay with her. Although my place was far, it was only a thirty-minute walk; I wasn’t afraid to go in the rain.

"How about we escape for a bit? My company is nearby, about ten minutes away. Let's go to my company first!" Ms. Ying finally made up her mind. She reached out and took my arm, pressing her body close to mine, her warm breath gradually brushing against my face. It was

the first time I'd been so close to a woman, and I couldn't help but stiffen. Ms. Ying, however, was very generous, pulling me closer and laughing sweetly, "Come on, let's go!" "?" She rushed towards the relentless rain curtain, and I, caught up in her excitement, yelled and ran out too. We both ran for our lives... Section 3: The Alluring Woman Soon we arrived at the entrance of the building where Teacher Ying's company was located. After stopping, we were still holding each other's hands tightly. Looking at each other, we couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. The heavy rain had completely ruined Teacher Ying's hairstyle; her shoulder-length short hair was plastered to the back of her neck by the water. My T... The T-shirt wasn't wrapped around her waist; she'd somehow gotten rid of it.

Her very thin skirt, soaked with water, had become almost transparent, revealing her alluring, perky breasts. Under the white gauze, only two skin-colored, nearly transparent bras could be vaguely seen tightly encasing her full breasts, the areolas protruding as two small dots against the fabric.

The skin-colored demi-cup bra couldn't quite cover her ample breasts. Pale pink areolas peeked from the edges of the lace-embroidered bra cups, revealing a deep cleavage. With a slight twist of her waist, her fair breasts were half-exposed.

Stockings clung tightly to Ms. Ying's rounded buttocks and long, slender legs, and with the flowing water, they appeared almost naked. Beneath her completely transparent, sexy silk panties, the forbidden abyss of her groin was faintly visible; her bulging vulva was like a perfectly ripe peach, with lovely pink labia and black pubic hair comfortably covering her sacred feminine domain, clearly visible.

I stared intently at Ms. Ying's beautiful lower body. Seeing this, my lower body involuntarily swelled, and my penis involuntarily hardened, standing erect and visibly erect, creating a large bulge in my rain-soaked pants.

Ms. Ying, however, was also looking down at my genitals. Noticing my reaction, her pretty face broke into a smile. She chuckled and said, "What are you doing? Why are you like this?" "I don't know, I'm sorry," I said, blushing and quickly covering my groin with my hands.

"It's alright, let's go upstairs first. It's not good to stand like this; let's dry off first." She pressed the elevator button.

In the elevator, neither of us spoke; the atmosphere was somewhat awkward.

“You have a great figure. My company is planning to shoot an underwear ad campaign, and I'd like you to be the male model. What do you think?” Teacher Ying broke the silence. “Sure, it would be my honor to help you, Teacher Ying.” “However, this ad campaign requires us to work together, and we'll be appearing completely nude. I wonder if you'll mind?” Teacher Ying’s tone was somewhat teasing.

“Oh, but I’ve never seen or been in contact with a woman before. I’m afraid I’ll embarrass myself.” I blushed slightly.

She asked suspiciously, “Didn’t you see any women when you were learning to draw nudes?” “I… I really have never seen any. I’m finding it a little hard to handle being with you like this today, Teacher.” I told the truth.

“Ah! So you’re still a virgin?” Teacher Ying suddenly looked at my bare upper body with a strange gaze, appearing somewhat excited.

“I…” I was speechless.

“Yes, that’s a problem…” Teacher Ying pondered. “Well then, it’s so late, I think you can sleep here tonight.” I listened to the rain outside the window; it seemed I wouldn’t be able to go home today. I nodded.

She smiled, then suddenly moved closer to me in a somewhat seductive manner, whispering in my ear, “Do you think my figure is alright?” She pressed her breasts against my body.

I had never seen such a gentle approach before, and I was momentarily dizzy. “Okay… okay…” “I’m a woman too, how about I let you see my body first?” Her breasts were soft and fragrant, and I couldn’t help but nod vigorously.

“I’ll let you see it in a bit, this will help you get used to your sensitivity to women, so it’ll be easier when we’re filming,” she said, slapping me lightly.

I was a little flustered, mumbled a few words, and nodded haphazardly.

Section Four: Indulging in Flower Viewing After a while, we arrived at the tenth floor, her company. It was a duplex apartment building, serving as both office and residence—Teacher Ying's temporary residence. Her bedroom was at the very end.

As soon as we entered the bedroom, Teacher Ying sat down in a chair. She laughed and exclaimed, "This is so interesting! Today's heavy rain has brought us a future male model!" "Not at all, I don't know if it'll do," I said, striking a pose. "Now give it a try. It mainly tests your physical abilities and other emotional control. Oh, I have to take off my shoes." She lifted her feet and flexed her toes. Teacher Ying's action of taking off her shoes was indeed incredibly graceful.

The slender high heels clicked softly on the floor, and the beautiful heels obediently slipped out of the shoes. Then, with a slight backbend of the legs, the back half of the feet emerged from the heels.

The arch of the feet was simply exquisite. She crossed her right leg over her left knee, reached out her left hand to catch the wobbly high heel on her right foot, and placed it under the chair. Lifting her left foot, still shuffling in the heel, she swung her ankle a few times, and the high heel clattered off with a "thud," landing on the floor a foot or so in front of her. Teacher Ying reached out and pulled the shoe back to her, then with a flick of her silk-stockinged foot, she tossed it under the seat as well.

"Wang Dang, watch closely, your teacher wants to see your reaction. So you'll have to take off all your pants, completely naked," she said seductively.

I snapped out of my daze. I was powerless in front of her. Although I was physically strong, my blood was rushing, and I was having some difficulty breathing. I could only nod in response to her question.

I quickly pulled down my wet trousers and dried myself with a towel, but I was too embarrassed to take off my underwear. Although it was still wet, I had to keep wearing it.

"Really, you're still very wet. You need to dry yourself off, or you'll catch a cold. Take off your underwear too." She smiled and handed me a dry towel. "But I'm not used to being naked in front of my teacher like this. I've never been in front of a woman like this before." I said, covering my genitals. "I just want to test your genital response, otherwise what will happen when we take X-rays? Really, don't have any other thoughts, it's nothing, hurry up, I won't mind, really." Teacher Ying laughed.

I had no choice but to grit my teeth and take off my underwear, revealing my wet genitals, and quickly dried myself off in a few strokes. My penis, as thick as a child's arm, was already swollen and numb, standing upright like a small cannon, the glans red, like a duck egg.

Ms. Ying's gaze lingered on my lower body, scanning left and right, a look of surprise on her face. She licked her cherry lips and swallowed.

"You have a great figure. Okay, now watch my movements and try to control your emotions." Then, Ms. Ying began her test.

She slowly pulled down her skirt, revealing her beautiful figure. In an instant, her flawless body, like Venus's white jade, appeared before my eyes. Her high breasts were still covered by a bra, but it did little to conceal them except to make them look more alluring. She unhooked the transparent bra, casually tossed it on the bed, and touched her nipples, letting her long-confined soft, snowy peaks relax.

Against her snow-white skin, her breasts appeared incomparably beautiful; as she turned, her soft breasts, unbound by a bra, bounced, the two erect and alluring pink nipples trembling and quivering, vibrant and captivating. A side glance revealed that Teacher Ying was still wearing sheer flesh-colored pantyhose, her rounded buttocks and deep cleft incredibly beautiful, her slender legs inspiring endless fantasies, her pink vulva, her black pubic hair… a truly magnificent sight.

The thin, smooth, flesh-colored stockings accentuated Ms. Ying's already fair and full legs, making them even more sexy and alluring. Ms. Ying tensed her toes, and her charming toes twitched a few times within the stockings. Then, unexpectedly, she raised her left leg high, displaying her elegant and charming sole before my eyes—a truly feast for the eyes. "Ms. Ying, your stockings are so beautiful!" I whispered, my body reacting strongly.

She looked at me, swaying her body gently and gracefully, her round, plump buttocks twisting alluringly. Her beautifully shaped, fair legs moved together, and she reached down to her waist with both hands, finding the hem of her pantyhose, and slowly rolled it down to her knees.

Teacher Ying lifted one leg and quickly pulled the wet pantyhose from her thigh to her toes, then gently pulled the sheer toe of the pantyhose down with her fingers, completely exposing her fair and pinkish foot to the air. She lifted her other leg, took off her stockings, and then crumpled them into a ball and laid them on the bedside table.

I couldn't help but groan. It was the first time in my life I'd seen a woman's body, and so beautifully, so close. My heart pounded, and my lower body contracted, ejaculating a thick stream of semen that shot directly onto Teacher Ying's feet. My legs went weak, and I almost fell to the ground, quickly closing my eyes.

Teacher Ying was startled by the sound and immediately turned around, walking to me. She grabbed my arm and asked with concern, "What's wrong? It seems your stamina isn't enough; you need more training." Because we were so close, her large breasts almost blocked my mouth.

"I...I...you...you..." I stammered, unable to speak further, almost collapsing. I could only raise my hand and wave it.

"Is the teacher's figure not good?" Seeing my reaction, she seemed very pleased. She shook her breasts, then cupped them with her hand.

"Okay...you...I..." I blushed and closed my eyes.

She smiled and pulled me up, saying, "You're really naive. People in the design department of the art academy shouldn't be too sensitive about nudity." She patted my hand and said in a seductive voice, "It doesn't matter, we're all adults, relax, I'll help you mature." I couldn't use any of my charms in front of her. Although I was physically strong, my blood was rushing, and I was having some difficulty breathing, I could only nod again at her question.

She stared at my genitals and suddenly said, "You seem quite interested in my pantyhose. I noticed your penis was quite large just now, but it looks a bit smaller now that I've taken it off." I nodded, feeling she'd seen through me. She seemed pleased and said, "If you like it, I'll put the pantyhose back on for you to see. That will make the test easier." She smiled and gave me a dry towel, then used it to dry herself before going to the bathroom. A moment later, the door opened.

Ms. Ying emerged like a fairy, having removed her underwear and put on a pair of white lace pantyhose. There was a small piece of silk fabric embroidered with a flower on the crotch. I knew these were pantyhose that didn't require underwear. Ms. Ying was so open! She wasn't wearing any underwear at all.

White stockings encased her slender, jade-like legs. Beneath the semi-transparent stockings at her lower abdomen, dark pubic hair was faintly visible. Through the stockings, I could also see that Ms. Ying's vulva was shaped like a peach, which thrilled me greatly. The sheer velvet stockings on her long, shapely thighs and delicate feet sparked endless fantasies. Her supple, shapely legs, accentuated by the sheer stockings, seemed to be enveloped in a magical sheen under the light. Her smooth back, full hips, and wasp waist swayed gracefully, making her even more alluring and highlighting her exquisite curves. Her beautiful lower abdomen was smooth and white, with a cute little belly button as alluring as a cherry blossom. Ms. Ying was wearing a semi-transparent, sheer nightgown. Since she wasn't wearing a bra, her full, firm breasts were partially exposed. She slowly walked towards me, every movement accentuating her curvaceous figure. My lower body involuntarily swelled several times its normal size.

"Sit down first!" the teacher gestured to the Simmons bed beside her. I sat down as instructed. Ms. Ying walked up to me, pressed me down, and plopped down on my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck, saying, "Understanding a woman's body can reduce your impulsiveness. In a moment, I'm going to have sex with you to test your sexual ability." "I...I..." Before I could finish speaking, she had already slipped her tongue into my mouth.

Section 5: First Taste of the Forbidden Fruit Our saliva mingled, and the teacher's tongue had an indescribable sweetness; it felt soft, smooth, and comfortable. She pressed her weight onto the bed, her long, slender legs in sheer stockings coiling around me like snakes. I had the strength, but was powerless. I could only let her kiss me.

After a while, I became aroused. I sucked hard on her red lips, then forcefully thrust my tongue into Teacher Ying's mouth, which was full of moisture and saliva. At this moment, Teacher Ying's tongue wrapped around my tongue and sucked. When I withdrew my tongue, her tongue followed into my mouth. I licked her tongue, and Ms. Ying trembled with pleasure, her tongue entwining with mine even more forcefully, seeking unparalleled pleasure. We sucked each other's saliva mouth-to-mouth. I held Ms. Ying's body tightly with one hand, while caressing her body with the other. My fingers trembled with excitement as I gently pulled open the front of her nightgown, my fingers lingering on her waist and buttocks clad in pantyhose, enjoying the sensations of her flesh. A surge of lust led me to touch her pubic hair, then moved downwards. When I found the soft crevice of her vulva, the excitement almost made me breathless. After a long while, she finally gave me a moment to catch my breath and said softly, "Take off my pajamas!" My blood was already boiling, and I ripped off her transparent pajamas in one go. Her large breasts bounced out, seemingly making a "pop" sound, pressing against my chest.

She stood up, straddled my lower body, bent down, pulled my thighs to the side, took my swollen penis, reached out her delicate hand to grasp and play with it, slowly kissed it, and then took it into her mouth, sucking on it incessantly. Her small mouth couldn't yet hold my entire glans, which made Ms. Ying's small mouth bulge out.

Ms. Ying's tongue moved back and forth on my glans, her teeth gently biting my penis, spitting out some saliva that dripped onto the glans, using the tip of her tongue to pry open the opening on the glans, and pressing hard. I was almost about to ejaculate again, my body convulsing slightly. She seemed to sense it and released my penis. Turning back to me, she panted seductively, "Suck it too, it smells so good down there!" She spread her legs, pressing her pantyhose-clad buttocks firmly against my head. She seemed to have been aroused for a long time; her beautiful petals opened and closed with her breath, sweet nectar flowing from her vulva. Her down pantyhose were soaked, her labia red, swollen, and alluring.

My heart raced, and I sucked hard on her pantyhose with my tongue. The pantyhose did indeed have a fragrance, emitting a faint perfume scent. Kissing through the stockings felt so smooth and soft; her vulva, clad in stockings, appeared so smooth and delicate, captivating me completely.

At that moment, I was incredibly excited, my heart pounding, my penis throbbing. Unconsciously, a thick stream of semen shot into Teacher Ying's mouth with a loud thud. She cried out in surprise, opening her small mouth to suck all the semen into her mouth. Then, with her sucking and licking, she made my almost limp penis hard again.

Under Teacher Ying's domineering pressure, I bit into the crotch of her alluring pantyhose, and without realizing it, I suddenly bit a hole in the crotch area of her pantyhose. My tongue slipped inside, parting her petals, the tip pressing against the stamen. The teacher's thighs twitched, her buttocks throbbing wildly.

My left index and middle fingers parted the labia, revealing a beautiful, smooth vulva, as delicate as a baby's. Two thin, pink lips nestled between two thick, fleshy lips, glistening with a few drops of liquid. I curled my tongue inside, teasing the tip between the thin lips, especially the small fleshy mound at the tip. She instinctively began to wriggle her hips again. I slipped my tongue inside her warm, fleshy walls, teasing and licking. Teacher Ying's lower body gushed fluid continuously, her body trembling. "Mmm, ah... ah... so good... so good... I... ah, ah... I feel so good... I can't take it anymore... I want it!" Teacher Ying suddenly cried out. This was the first time I'd ever heard a woman moan in heat; it was so wanton. She was sucking my penis hard, and I was almost coming again, my body convulsing slightly. She sensed it, so she released my penis and skillfully stroked me with her hand, temporarily suppressing my burning desire.

After a while, she stopped, turned her head to face me and said, "Now I'll show you my most mysterious place and explain its function to you." Teacher Ying blushed, reached out and pulled down her pantyhose to her calves, put her legs on my head, and sat on my chest.

“Look, these are the labia majora, and inside there are the labia minora. Oh, this is the clitoris, the most sensitive spot. This opening is the vaginal opening,” she said, parting her labia to reveal the opening, showing me her peach-like vulva. “This is where your penis goes in.” I poked it with my finger, and Ms. Ying cried out, “Ah… ah… what are you doing?” I couldn’t resist any longer. I sat up and hugged Ms. Ying tightly, saying, “I know, let me try!” I brought my mouth to hers and licked her gradually hardening areolas and nipples in circles with the tip of my tongue, while also sucking passionately.

“Hmm… just like that! Ah…” Perhaps it was the sensation from her nipples that made Ms. Ying let out a soft, murmured moan, while arching her thighs to clamp my body around her, her buttocks swaying restlessly up and down, seeking more stimulation.

Noticing my teacher's aroused state, I began licking from her chest down to her navel with the tip of my tongue.

"Ah...!" My teacher's body trembled as if she had been electrocuted, and her lower abdomen involuntarily rose. Taking advantage of this, I cupped my teacher's round buttocks, and saw white fluid continuously gushing from her vaginal opening, making the bed somewhat wet.

Ms. Ying's pantyhose were still hanging on her calves. I ripped them off, spreading her thighs wide. The pink petals and deep black pubic hair were laid bare before my eyes, a breathtakingly beautiful sight.

Section Six: Exploring the Cave I leaned down, sucking the sweet juices.

"Ah..." The teacher gripped the sheets tightly, letting out a moan.

After a long while, I grew tired, while Ms. Ying reached her climax.

Ms. Ying turned around and pinned me down again, moving her writhing desire to her thighs. She lifted her legs to my chest and pressed them against me, as if demanding more intense caresses.

I let her body rest on mine, enjoying the pressure of her weight. I held Ms. Ying's body tightly with my left hand and lifted my buttocks with my right, admiring the fleshy feel there. My fingers traced the crevice between her two mounds, finding it wet and glistening.

Now, Ms. Ying's juices soaked my genitals. I wrapped my arms around her neck, focusing all my attention on her burning lips.

"Put it in..." Ms. Ying coquettishly cried out.

I gripped my hot, hard penis with one hand, while the other searched for her vaginal opening, trying to insert it there. Ms. Ying responded by lowering her hips above me.

Because this was my first time, my penis thrust upwards two or three times, but only managed to glide past her labia, unable to penetrate properly.

"You're so useless!" Ms. Ying suddenly said, grabbing my penis with her fingers and twisting her hips to try and swallow the glans.

I thrust upwards with my hips, and with a slippery sensation, I parted her labia, allowing the glans to slip in somewhat.

But my penis was too big. "Ouch! It hurts, stop!" Just as I was about to insert my entire penis, Teacher Ying yelled, lifting her buttocks to pull my penis out.

However, once my glans entered Teacher Ying's vagina, it was like a magnet attracting something, impossible to pull away. Teacher Ying tried to stand up, but my glans followed her, unable to leave her vaginal opening.

"Pull it out quickly, it hurts so much!" Teacher Ying cried out in pain.

Seeing Teacher Ying's expression, I also wanted to pull it out, but the more excited I became, the more my penis swelled up from Teacher Ying's "holy fluids," its diameter increasing by half again. Teacher Ying's vaginal opening seemed to be tearing open.

"Ugh... ah..." Teacher Ying cried out in pain.

Her whole body convulsed, and I felt a deep tingling sensation inside her labia and vaginal opening. I hadn't expected my first time making love to be like this, and since Teacher Ying had given birth before, her vagina shouldn't hurt this much.

I held her tightly, kissing her, "Let me soften up slowly before I pull out, it might be better." "No, try going in slowly first, my vaginal walls are still wide," Teacher Ying disagreed with me pulling out.

She pressed the weight of her full body against me, holding me tightly, deeply sucking my penis in, our bodies attacking each other like in battle, our genitals rubbing against each other.

I held Teacher Ying's slender waist with one hand, and grasped my engorged penis with the other, aiming at the center of her moist petals, and thrusting in with all my might.

With a "plop," my thick penis finally slid deep into her wet, lustful vagina. The depths of her vagina seemed to rejoice at receiving the long-awaited penis.

"Ah…!" the teacher couldn't help but groan loudly, tilting her head back, "Good…good…finally…it's in…" At the same time, her body was covered in fragrant sweat that flowed down like pearls!

Teacher Ying gently trembled her lower body, weakly whispering in my ear, "Come on top." Then, she moved her body to the side.

My penis was tightly connected to her vulva, and I slowly rotated my body, placing myself between Teacher Ying's legs. Her full, snow-white thighs swayed, then clamped around my waist, her vaginal muscles twitching impatiently. But because our genitals were so tightly joined, there was no actual twitching.

I thrust into her with force, as if trying to pierce her uterus, but could only move a little. Teacher Ying moaned and groaned, both in pain and excitement… “Don’t ejaculate inside me. If you can’t pull out right away, just bear with it,” Teacher Ying kissed me.

I held her tightly, sucking and kissing, pressing and licking her breasts, burying my face in their soft mounds, continuing to suck and lick.

During this time, Teacher Ying took the initiative, swaying her hips, rubbing my penis against the tender flesh inside her vagina, breathing heavily, gradually increasing the intensity of her movements.

My penis swelled inside Teacher Ying's wet hole. Her lust was raging, and her vagina was overflowing with fluids, but they were completely blocked by my penis. I could feel the head of her penis saturated with her scalding, holy fluid.

"I never imagined your penis could even overwhelm me," Teacher Ying said in a hoarse, excited voice, her body twisting and coiling like a giant snake, lifting her large buttocks and simultaneously squeezing and rubbing my penis.

The numbing pleasure intensified, our lust burned even hotter, and her vagina flowed even more fluids.

Teacher Ying hugged my body tightly, spreading her legs almost to meet my enormous penis. Her feet, stretched out on the mattress, throbbed restlessly, while her upper body arched back, emitting moans.

My whole body was aroused, so I thrust harder, trying to make some thrusting movements. Although each time I didn't move much, the stimulation for Teacher Ying was immense.

"Ah...! Good...darling...so good..." "Ah...coming...oh oh oh oh...oh oh, ah ah...ah ah ah..." Teacher Ying continued her seductive moans. Her lower body could no longer support her, and she could only use her elbows to support her body to withstand my thrusts.

"More... harder!" Amidst Ms. Ying's desperate longing for climax, mingled with her chaotic breathing and gasps, I no longer held back my tenderness. I grabbed her waist, making her support her body, and thrust my penis deep into her flower to respond to her cries. Ms. Ying's whole body trembled, accepting me with all her might.

"Ah...! I... I can't take it anymore!! I... I can't take it anymore!! Ah..." Ms. Ying suddenly let out a high-pitched moan. Accompanied by a surge of heat shooting from the depths of her flower, it pounded against my hard, erect penis.

Teacher Ying tilted her head back, her tightly furrowed brows and contracted abdomen, her long legs wrapping increasingly tightly around my waist, as if she were desperately trying to suppress an uncontrollable climax. Once undressed, Teacher Ying could no longer support herself; her arms stretched out weakly, and she gasped for breath on the bed.

For some reason, I had involuntarily ejaculated when I saw Teacher Ying putting on her pantyhose earlier, but now, my penis, soaked in Teacher Ying's holy fluid, remained even harder. I continued my thrusts, penetrating deeper into her flower path with greater ease. After a while, Teacher Ying seemed to be brought back to life by my thrusts; her snow-white buttocks spun incessantly like a millstone, her teeth clenched, her hair disheveled, and she kept moaning and groaning.

“Oh…oh, hey…it seems…you won’t…come…out…until…you…come…out…,” Teacher Ying groaned. “I…am…coming…almost…again, let…come…together…

oh

... Her slender fingers gripped my arm tightly, trying to endure the waves of pleasure washing over her uterus. But under my relentless assault, the teacher succumbed once again.

Teacher Ying's love juice gushed out like a fountain once again. With her climax, my endurance reached its limit. Soon, I felt an unusual stimulation on my glans, the pleasure growing stronger and stronger, then expanding into indescribable joy.

Teacher Ying noticed the change in my penis's pulsation inside her. "Don't ejaculate inside..." she tried to pull out, but the tight intercourse prevented her from doing so. "Oh! Don't be so fast, wait a moment!" But I, having entered the final sprint, shot out like an arrow released from a bow. Her cries were completely useless! A hot sensation gushed out from deep within her body, accompanied by a numbingly intense pleasure, shooting through my glans into the depths of her vagina. My body's spasms gradually subsided. Finally, I calmed down completely. "Oh, your semen is so hot," Ms. Ying said, hugging me tightly after being burned by the semen. I hugged her tightly too, savoring the sensation I had just experienced, my penis still inside Ms. Ying's vagina, reluctant to pull it out.

Section Seven: Deep Affection After a long while, the two of them finally came to their senses.

My penis gradually shrank, and half of it could be pulled out of Ms. Ying's vagina. Teacher Ying's lower body was still filled with a large amount of a mixture of holy water and semen. She reached out her jade-like hand and touched it, saying, "This liquid is very nutritious. I've lost so much, I need to use it to replenish myself. Suck some into your mouth and feed it to me." I did as she said, placing my mouth against her opening. The mixture of holy water and semen had a slightly pungent smell. I took a big gulp, then put my mouth to Teacher Ying's and fed her the liquid. Teacher Ying drank it with great relish.

"Ah, that felt so good, Wang Dang, you're really great. Tomorrow, let's try again. It seems you're still pretty good." Teacher Ying kept touching my lower body, saying happily.

"Teacher Ying, that was so sensual," I said, gently kneading her two breasts.

"Ugh? It's all because of your thing, it's killing me." Teacher Ying said, patting my still swollen penis.

"You really are something! Oh, it's so unlucky to have such a big penis like yours. My opening is all open, it hurts so much, I don't know if I can walk tomorrow. I just had vaginal tightening surgery a few days ago, and it was so hard to shrink my vagina, but you've made it big again." Teacher Ying used four fingers together to insert into her vagina, it was a little loose, and it went in easily.

I kissed Teacher Ying and said, "Teacher Ying, you're so good!" After hearing my words, she touched my glans, lay in my arms, and said coquettishly, "What? Call me Sister Ying." "Oh, it's already five o'clock, go to sleep, I have things to do tomorrow, Sunday," Teacher Ying said.

"I didn't expect it to take so long," I said, surprised.

But Teacher Ying kept touching her lower body, and she couldn't help but become excited. She turned around and pressed on Teacher Ying again.

Teacher Ying was a little reluctant and said, "No, it hurts so much down there. I don't know if I can walk tomorrow." I didn't care about this, and moved Teacher Ying into a doggy style with my hands. Although Teacher Ying was not willing, with my strong mobilization and her own lustful state, she let me penetrate her vagina from behind.

"Oh oh oh... oh... oh... oh oh... oh oh oh oh oh oh oh" she kept shouting, her body twisting and her butt muscles tightening.

I jerked vigorously, and after a while, Teacher Ying had several orgasms, and then again, and her whole body went limp. I was getting more and more emotional and refused to let her stop there. I turned her over. She had lost all willpower, her eyes half-closed in a daze of excessive lust as I did as I pleased.

I spread her snow-white thighs, placed them on my shoulders, and thrust into her with all my might.

"My darling, no more, I can't take it… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh…" Ms. Ying moaned.

"Do you like being penetrated?" I blurted out for some reason.

"Yes, I love it…" Ms. Ying groaned softly, her expression one of intense pleasure.

As my movements became increasingly rough and relentless, Ms. Ying grew weak. She gripped my penis with both hands, trying to stop me. After a while, she suddenly let out a low cry of pain, and Ms. Ying fainted.

I didn't know what was wrong with her, and I was still inside her when I suddenly felt a tidal wave of trembling throughout my body, and a stream of semen shot deep into Teacher Ying's vagina. I took a few deep breaths, and with a thud, I collapsed onto Teacher Ying's naked, lamb-like body, but my penis was still inside her vagina.

I kissed Teacher Ying's small mouth for a long time before I realized that she had fainted. Teacher Ying's genitals were slightly abraded from my violent movements, and there was some blood. But I was powerless to do anything about it. Making love like that was too exhausting, so I just lay on top of Teacher

Ying and we fell asleep in each other's arms... In the second year, the course assigned some sketching assignments, including some figure drawing. The school would often hire some professional female models as subjects for figure drawing, but students had to pay for it themselves. The price was very expensive. I remember that only a few students with excellent grades or who were rich were qualified to go to the sketching classroom for figure drawing classes. The other students could only draw the plaster statue of the Venus de Milo with her missing arms. I didn't have any extra money, and my grades weren't good either, so I naturally had no chance with female models. However, I didn't think much of it and felt that drawing plaster casts was just as good as drawing human figures.

I continued with my figure drawing practice in this way, while other classmates, more or less, always made the effort to draw or saved money from their meal allowances, so they all had a chance to draw a figure at least once. But I never did. I was tall and strong, and sometimes I dabbled in martial arts. I always ate and drank excessively, and my meager savings disappeared quickly. When I was broke, I was forced to find ways to earn money. Because my portrait drawing skills improved rapidly, I wondered if I could set up a stall on the street to draw portraits. I did it right away, setting up my stall in the bustling city center every evening when the weather was fine. Since there was no competition (high achievers wouldn't stoop to that), many people came to me for portraits, and I earned enough for cigarettes every day to last a day or two. Eventually, I ran out of money... I went to get my portraits drawn.

Time flew by, and finally, school was out for summer vacation. Few people stayed at school, but I didn't want to go home, so I stayed at school for the summer to find a part-time job.

One evening, as usual, I went to my usual spot, took out some finished portraits of celebrities, set up my easel

, and waited for customers. Business was surprisingly slow. Two hours passed, it was already past nine o'clock at night, and the shopping mall across the street had closed, but still no one wanted a drawing. I looked down at the footsteps of passersby; fewer and fewer people were walking. I considered whether I should close up shop if no one came in another five minutes.

Just as I was thinking this, a pair of white open-toe high-heeled sandals appeared before my eyes, the thin straps drawing beautiful curves on the heels. A pair of exquisite feet trod on high-heeled sandals, with white, delicate toes, slender soles, and pink heels. The high arch and delicate ankles formed a graceful curve. The feet wore sheer, flesh-colored stockings with sheer toes, incredibly thin, and red nail polish on the dainty toes, making them even more alluring through the stockings.

I imagined these feet... The owner of the feet looked to be no more than twenty-five or twenty-six years old. I couldn't help but raise my head and slowly look up along those beautiful ankles. The smooth, silky curves of her calves were undeniably graceful. Her long, slender thighs were tightly encased in flesh-colored stockings. I then saw a white, ultra-short dress. The woman appeared to be wearing pantyhose, but there was no visible line separating the stockings from her upper thighs. Based on my... Looking up from my squatting position, under the dim streetlights, I saw a white thong with bows adorning the sides, clinging tightly to the top of her thighs beneath her pantyhose. The thong was sheer and had a hollow center, clearly showing the black, tangled pubic hair beneath the transparent fabric. I couldn't help but linger a while, mesmerized by what I saw under her skirt. Suddenly, the woman spoke in a soft, seductive voice, "Could I have a sketch drawn?" I quickly looked away from her skirt and lowered my head, saying, "Of course, small ones are ten yuan each, large ones are thirty yuan." I gestured to a chair opposite her, indicating for her to sit down.

She adjusted her skirt and sat down, her legs crossed and slightly askew, her hands resting on her knees. Her graceful movements and posture were incredibly captivating. I looked up at her, and she was looking at me too.

"Teacher Ying, it's you?!" I exclaimed in surprise, realizing she was a university teacher.

"Wang Dang, it's you!?" she replied, equally surprised, standing up as well. "It's been a long time. What are you doing here?" "Oh, I've been setting up an art stall here to earn some pocket money."

Section 2: Spring in the Rain Teacher Ying was our physical education teacher in our freshman year, but she took a leave of absence from the university last year to start her own clothing design company. Teacher Ying is about thirty-four or thirty-five years old, married with children, but because of her good maintenance, she looks only twenty-seven or twenty-eight. She has beautiful eyebrows, a delicate nose, sexy red lips, and a lovely face. Her skin was fair, delicate, and smooth; her figure was slender and well-proportioned, with a slim waist, rounded buttocks, and a pair of large breasts. She possessed all the beauty a woman could have. During her figure-building class, she wore a leotard, her movements light and graceful, sexy and alluring. Her snow-white, delicate thighs captivated countless boys. In the midst of our

conversation, a flash of lightning appeared in the sky, followed by a deafening roar, and suddenly raindrops the size of soybeans began to fall. At first sparse, they quickly turned into a torrent. I hurriedly didn't even bother to pack up my art stall, hastily tying it together with Teacher Ying, and ran with her to the entrance of a nearby shopping mall to seek shelter. The path was two or three hundred meters long, and by the time we reached our shelter, I was soaked to the bone.

After I stood still, I muttered a curse under my breath about the heavy rain. Turning around, I saw that Ms. Ying was also soaked. Because of her thin clothing, her skirt and underwear were now semi-transparent, clinging to her shapely buttocks. Her high-quality nylon pantyhose were also completely wet.

Several people were taking shelter from the rain at the mall entrance, and many men were giving her strange looks. Ms. Ying was very embarrassed and flustered, her head lowered, her face flushed, and her arms tightly crossed over her chest.

I quickly stepped forward and stood in front of her. "Ms. Ying, put your t-shirt on!" I said, taking off my t-shirt and giving it to her. She used it to wipe her skirt slightly.

I looked up, shirtless, at the rain intensifying; it didn't seem like it would stop anytime soon. My tools were mostly dry, except for three or four sheets of paper, which I threw away. After a while, Ms. Ying had dried her skirt somewhat, so it wasn't clinging to her buttocks anymore, but her underwear was soaked through. Perhaps feeling uncomfortable in the wetness, she slightly bent over, wrapping her t-shirt around her waist.

She brushed her hair aside, smiling, and said, "Thank you, Wang Dang. Aren't you cold being naked like this?" "No, I take cold showers all year round. Look, I don't even have goosebumps." I puffed out my chest and stretched out my arms for her to see.

"Hmm, you're quite strong," Ms. Ying laughed.

“But, Ms. Ying, look, the rain is getting heavier and heavier. It doesn’t seem like it’s going to stop tonight. What should we do?” I wanted to leave, but then I thought better of it. It wouldn’t be safe for her, a woman alone, to

be out in the rain like this. Ms. Ying had thought of the same thing and said with some worry, “Yes, look, everyone else has braved the rain and left. It’s just the two of us now, but it’s not good for me to be dressed like this in the rain.” After saying that, Ms. Ying looked around at the people who were running and leaving in the rain.

“Yes, let’s wait a little longer. We can leave when the rain gets a little lighter.” I stopped blocking her way and moved to the side.

Waiting… The rainy night was a bit cold, and Ms. Ying was shivering slightly. She crossed her arms over her chest. Two hours later, the rain intensified. The ground was covered in water, and the gushing sound was incessant. It seemed like we were the only ones left on the bustling commercial street, except for the flashing lights.

Actually, I didn't know how long I would stay with her. Although my place was far away, it was only a thirty-minute walk. I wasn't afraid to go even in the rain.

"How about we escape for a bit? My company is nearby, about a ten-minute walk. Let's go to my company first!" Teacher Ying finally made up her mind. As she spoke, she reached out and took my arm, pressing her body close to mine, her warm breath gradually blowing on my face.

This was the first time I'd been so close to someone of the opposite sex, and I couldn't help but stiffen. Ms. Ying, however, was very generous. She pulled me along, laughing sweetly, "Come on, let's go!" and rushed into the relentless rain. Inspired by her, I yelled and ran out too, and we both ran for our lives… Section 3: The Alluring Woman We soon arrived at the entrance of the building where Ms. Ying's company was located. After stopping, we were still holding each other's hands tightly. Looking at each other, we couldn't help but feel a little awkward. The heavy rain had completely ruined Ms. Ying's hairstyle; her shoulder-length short hair was plastered to the back of her neck by the water. My t-shirt wasn't wrapped around her waist; I didn't know when she had taken it off.

Her thin dress, soaked with water, became almost transparent, revealing her alluring, perky breasts. Beneath the white gauze, only two skin-colored, nearly transparent brasty panels could be vaguely seen, tightly encasing her full breasts, the areolas forming two small dots against the fabric. The

skin-colored demi-cup bra seemed insufficient to completely conceal her ample bosom. Pale pink areolas peeked from the edges of the lace-embroidered high-end bra cups, revealing a deep cleavage. With a slight twist of her waist, her fair breasts were partially exposed.

The stockings clung tightly to Teacher Ying's round, pert buttocks and long, slender legs, making her appear almost naked under the influence of the water. Beneath her completely sheer, sexy silk panties, the forbidden depths of her groin were faintly visible; her bulging vulva was like a perfectly ripe peach, with lovely pink labia and black pubic hair comfortably covering her sacred feminine domain, clearly visible.

I stared intently at Teacher Ying's beautiful lower body. Seeing this, my lower body involuntarily swelled, and my penis involuntarily hardened, standing erect, a large bulge protruding from my rain-soaked pants.

Ms. Ying, however, was looking down at my genitals. Noticing my reaction, a smile involuntarily spread across her face. She chuckled and said, "What are you doing? Why are you doing this?" "I don't know, I'm sorry," I said, blushing and quickly covering my groin with my hands.

"It's alright, let's go upstairs first. It's not good to stand like this, let's dry ourselves off first." She pressed the elevator button.

We didn't speak in the elevator, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

"You have a great figure. My company is planning to shoot an underwear advertisement, and I'd like to ask you to be the male model. What do you think?" Ms. Ying broke the silence. "Sure, it would be my honor to help you, Ms. Ying." "However, this advertisement requires us to work together, and we'll be appearing completely nude. I wonder if you'll mind?" Ms. Ying's tone was somewhat teasing.

“Oh, I see. But I’ve never seen or been in contact with a woman before. I’m afraid I’ll embarrass myself.” I blushed slightly.

She asked with some doubt, “Didn’t you see any women when you were learning to draw nudes?” “I… I really have never seen any. I’m having a hard time being with you like this today, teacher.” I told the truth.

“Ah! So you’re still a virgin?” Teacher Ying suddenly looked at my bare upper body with a strange gaze, appearing somewhat excited.

“I…” I was speechless.

“Yes, that’s a problem…” Teacher Ying pondered, “Well then, it’s so late, I think you can sleep here tonight.” I listened to the rain outside the window; it seemed I wouldn’t be able to go home today. I nodded.

She smiled, then suddenly moved closer to me in a somewhat seductive manner, whispering in my ear, “Do you think my figure is alright?” She pressed her breasts against my body.

I'd never seen such a gentle approach before, and I was completely bewildered. "Okay...okay..." "Teachers are women too, how about I let you see my body first?" Her breasts were soft and fragrant, and I couldn't help but nod vigorously.

"I'll let you see them in a bit, this will help you get used to your sensitivity to women, and then it'll be easier when we're filming," she said, slapping me lightly.

I was a little lost, mumbled a few incoherent words, and nodded haphazardly.

Section Four: Indulging in the Beauty of Flowers After a while, we arrived at the tenth floor, her company. It was a duplex apartment building, serving as both an office and a residence, which was Teacher Ying's temporary residence. Teacher Ying's bedroom was at the very end.

As soon as I entered the bedroom, Ms. Ying sat down in a chair. She laughed and exclaimed, "This is so interesting! Today's heavy rain has brought us a future male model!" "Not at all, I don't know if I'll be alright," I said, striking a pose. "Now give it a try. It mainly tests your body and some emotional control. Oh, I have to take my shoes off." She lifted her feet and flexed her toes. Ms. Ying's movements as she took off her shoes were indeed incredibly graceful.

Her slender heels made a soft sound on the floor, and her beautiful heels obediently slipped out of the shoes. Then, with a slight, deft back motion, the back half of her beautiful feet emerged from the heels.

The arch of her feet was simply exquisite. She crossed her right leg over her left knee, reached out her left hand to catch the wobbly high heel on her right foot, and placed it under the chair. Lifting her left foot, still shuffling in the heel, she swung her ankle a few times, and the high heel clattered off with a "thud," landing on the floor a foot or so in front of her. Teacher Ying reached out and pulled the heel back to her, then with a flick of her silk-stockinged foot, she tossed it under the seat as well.

"Wang Dang, watch closely. I want to see your reaction. So you'd better take off all your pants, completely naked," she said seductively.

At this moment, I came to my senses. I was completely powerless in front of her. Although I was physically strong, my blood was rushing, and I was having some difficulty breathing. I could only nod in response to her question.

I quickly pulled down my wet trousers and dried myself with a towel, but I was too embarrassed to take off my underwear, so I just wore it anyway, even though it was still wet.

"Really, you're still very wet. You need to dry yourself off, or you'll catch a cold. Take off your underwear too," she said with a smile, handing me a dry towel. "But I'm not used to being naked in front of my teacher like this. I've never been in front of a woman like this before," I said, covering my genitals. "I just want to test your genital response, otherwise what will happen when we take X-rays? Really, don't have any other thoughts, it's nothing, hurry up, I won't mind, really," Teacher Ying said with a smile.

I had no choice but to grit my teeth and take off my underwear, revealing my wet genitals, and quickly dried myself off in a few strokes. My penis, as thick as a child's arm, was already swollen and numb, standing erect like a small cannon, its glans red and the size of a duck egg.

Teacher Ying's gaze swept from side to side across my genitals, a look of surprise on her face. She licked her cherry lips and swallowed.

"A good figure, good. Now watch my movements, and try to control your emotions." Then, Teacher Ying began her test.

She slowly pulled down her skirt, revealing her beautiful figure. In an instant, her flawless body, like Venus's white jade, appeared before my eyes. Her high breasts were still covered by a bra, but it did little to conceal them except to make them appear more alluring. She unhooked the transparent bra and casually tossed it onto the bed, touching her nipples to let her soft, snow-white peaks, which had been confined for so long, relax.

Against her snow-white skin, her breasts appeared incomparably beautiful; as she turned, her soft breasts, no longer confined by a bra, bounced, and her two erect, alluring pink nipples trembled and quivered, vibrant and captivating. Looking to the side, I saw that Teacher Ying was still wearing transparent flesh-colored pantyhose on her lower body. Her round buttocks and deep cleft were incredibly beautiful. Her slender legs aroused endless fantasies. Her pink vulva and black pubic hair... a magnificent view was on full display.

The thin, smooth, flesh-colored stockings accentuated Ms. Ying's already fair and full legs, making them even more sexy and alluring. Ms. Ying tensed her toes, and her charming toes twitched a few times within the stockings. Then, unexpectedly, she raised her left leg high, displaying her elegant and charming sole before my eyes—a truly feast for the eyes. "Ms. Ying, your stockings are so beautiful!" I whispered, my body reacting strongly.

She looked at me, swaying her body gently and gracefully, her round, plump buttocks twisting alluringly. Her beautifully shaped, fair legs moved together, and she reached down to her waist with both hands, finding the hem of her pantyhose, and slowly rolled it down to her knees.

Teacher Ying lifted one leg and quickly pulled the wet pantyhose from her thigh to her toes, then gently pulled the sheer toe of the pantyhose down with her fingers, completely exposing her fair and pinkish foot to the air. She lifted her other leg, took off her stockings, and then crumpled them into a ball and laid them on the bedside table.

I couldn't help but groan. It was the first time in my life I'd seen a woman's body, and so beautifully, so close. My heart pounded, and my lower body contracted, ejaculating a thick stream of semen that shot directly onto Teacher Ying's feet. My legs went weak, and I almost fell to the ground, quickly closing my eyes.

Teacher Ying was startled by the sound and immediately turned around, walking to me. She grabbed my arm and asked with concern, "What's wrong? It seems your stamina isn't enough; you need more training." Because we were so close, her large breasts almost blocked my mouth.

"I...I...you...you..." I stammered, unable to speak further, almost collapsing. I could only raise my hand and wave it.

"Is the teacher's figure not good?" Seeing my reaction, she seemed very pleased. She shook her breasts, then cupped them with her hand.

"Okay...you...I..." I blushed and closed my eyes.

She smiled and pulled me up, saying, "You're really naive. People in the design department of the art academy shouldn't be too sensitive about nudity." She patted my hand and said in a seductive voice, "It doesn't matter, we're all adults, relax, I'll help you mature." I couldn't use any of my charms in front of her. Although I was physically strong, my blood was rushing, and I was having some difficulty breathing, I could only nod again at her question.

She stared at my genitals and suddenly said, "You seem quite interested in my pantyhose. I noticed your penis was quite large just now, but it looks a bit smaller now that I've taken it off." I nodded, feeling she'd seen through me. She seemed pleased and said, "If you like it, I'll put the pantyhose back on for you to see. That will make the test easier." She smiled and gave me a dry towel, then used it to dry herself before going to the bathroom. A moment later, the door opened.

Ms. Ying emerged like a fairy, having removed her underwear and put on a pair of white lace pantyhose. There was a small piece of silk fabric embroidered with a flower on the crotch. I knew these were pantyhose that didn't require underwear. Ms. Ying was so open! She wasn't wearing any underwear at all.

White stockings encased her slender, jade-like legs. Beneath the semi-transparent stockings at her lower abdomen, dark pubic hair was faintly visible. Through the stockings, I could also see that Ms. Ying's vulva was shaped like a peach, which thrilled me greatly. The sheer velvet stockings on her long, shapely thighs and delicate feet sparked endless fantasies. Her supple, shapely legs, accentuated by the sheer stockings, seemed to be enveloped in a magical sheen under the light. Her smooth back, full hips, and wasp waist swayed gracefully, making her even more alluring and highlighting her exquisite curves. Her beautiful lower abdomen was smooth and white, with a cute little belly button as alluring as a cherry blossom. Ms. Ying was wearing a semi-transparent, sheer nightgown. Since she wasn't wearing a bra, her full, firm breasts were partially exposed. She slowly walked towards me, every movement accentuating her curvaceous figure. My lower body involuntarily swelled several times its normal size.

"Sit down first!" the teacher gestured to the Simmons bed beside her. I sat down as instructed. Ms. Ying walked up to me, pressed me down, and plopped down on my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck, saying, "Understanding a woman's body can reduce your impulsiveness. In a moment, I'm going to have sex with you to test your sexual ability." "I...I..." Before I could finish speaking, she had already slipped her tongue into my mouth.

Section 5: First Taste of the Forbidden Fruit Our saliva mingled, and the teacher's tongue had an indescribable sweetness; it felt so soft, so smooth, so comfortable. She pressed her weight onto the bed, her long, slender legs, clad in sheer pantyhose, coiling around my body like snakes. I had the strength, but was powerless. I could only let her kiss me.

A moment later, I became aroused. I sucked hard on her red lips, then forcefully thrust my tongue into Ms. Ying's mouth, which was full of moisture and saliva. At this moment, Ms. Ying's tongue wrapped around my tongue and sucked on it. When I withdrew my tongue, her tongue followed into my mouth. I licked her tongue, and Ms. Ying trembled with pleasure, entangling her tongue with mine even more forcefully, pursuing unparalleled pleasure. We sucked each other's saliva mouth to mouth. I held Ms. Ying's body tightly with one hand and caressed her body with the other. My fingers trembled with excitement as I gently pulled open the front of her nightgown, my fingers lingering on her waist and buttocks clad in pantyhose, enjoying the sensations of her flesh. A surge of lust led me to touch her pubic hair, then moved downwards. When I found the soft crevice of her vaginal flesh, the excitement almost made me breathless. After a long while, she finally let me catch my breath and whispered, "Take off my nightgown!" My blood was already boiling, and I ripped off her transparent nightgown in one swift motion. Her large breasts bounced out, seemingly making a "pop" sound, pressing against my chest.

She stood up, straddling my lower body, leaned down, pulled my thighs to the side, took my swollen, red penis, and reached out her delicate hand to grasp and play with it, slowly kissing it down, then taking it into her mouth, sucking incessantly. Her small mouth couldn't yet hold the entire glans, causing Ms. Ying's small mouth to bulge out.

Teacher Ying's tongue moved back and forth on the head of my penis, her teeth gently biting it, spitting out some saliva that dripped onto the head. She used her tongue to pry open the opening on the head and pushed hard. I was almost about to ejaculate again, my body convulsing slightly. She seemed to sense it and released my penis. Turning back to me, she panted seductively, "You should suck it too, my pussy smells so good!" She spread her thighs, her pantyhose-clad buttocks pressing hard against my head. It seemed she had been aroused for a long time. Her beautiful petals opened and closed with her breath, sweet nectar flowing from her vagina. Her down pantyhose were soaked, her labia red, swollen, and protruding, and very alluring.

My heart was pounding. I sucked hard on her pantyhose with my tongue. The pantyhose did indeed have a fragrance, a faint scent of perfume. Kissing through the stockings felt so smooth and soft. Her vulva, clad in stockings, looked so smooth and delicate, and I was deeply attracted.

At this moment, I was extremely excited, my heart pounding, and my penis was throbbing. Unconsciously, a thick stream of semen shot into Ms. Ying's mouth. Ms. Ying cried out in surprise, opened her small mouth, and sucked all the semen into her mouth. Then, with her sucking and licking, she made my almost limp penis hard again.

Under Teacher Ying's domineering pressure, I bit down on the crotch of her alluring pantyhose, and without realizing it, I suddenly bit a hole in the crotch area of her pantyhose. My tongue slipped inside, parting her labia, the tip of my tongue touching the clitoris, licking. Teacher Ying's thighs twitched wildly, her buttocks throbbing violently.

My left index and middle fingers parted the labia on both sides of her vulva, and at this moment, I could clearly see that Teacher Ying's exquisite secret place was smooth as a baby's, with two thin pink lips sandwiched between two thick lips, seeping out a few drops of glistening liquid. I curled my tongue and stuck it in, teasing the two thin lips with the tip of my tongue, especially the small fleshy mound at the top. She instinctively began to wriggle her buttocks again. I slipped my tongue inside her warm, fleshy walls, teasing and licking. Teacher Ying's lower body gushed fluid continuously, her body trembling. "Mmm, ah... ah... so good... so good... I... ah, ah... I feel so good... I can't take it anymore... I want it!" Teacher Ying suddenly cried out. This was the first time I'd ever heard a woman moan in heat; it was so wanton. She was sucking my penis hard, and I was almost coming again, my body convulsing slightly. She sensed it, so she released my penis and skillfully stroked me with her hand, temporarily suppressing my burning desire.

After a while, she stopped, turned her head to face me and said, "Now I'll show you my most mysterious place and explain its function to you." Teacher Ying blushed, reached out and pulled down her pantyhose to her calves, put her legs on my head, and sat on my chest.

“Look, these are the labia majora, and inside there are the labia minora. Oh, this is the clitoris, the most sensitive spot. This opening is the vaginal opening,” she said, parting her labia to reveal the opening, showing me her peach-like vulva. “This is where your penis goes in.” I poked it with my finger, and Ms. Ying cried out, “Ah… ah… what are you doing?” I couldn’t resist any longer. I sat up and hugged Ms. Ying tightly, saying, “I know, let me try!” I brought my mouth to hers and licked her gradually hardening areolas and nipples in circles with the tip of my tongue, while also sucking passionately.

“Hmm… just like that! Ah…” Perhaps it was the sensation from her nipples that made Ms. Ying let out a soft, murmured moan, while arching her thighs to clamp my body around her, her buttocks swaying restlessly up and down, seeking more stimulation.

Noticing my teacher's aroused state, I began licking from her chest down to her navel with the tip of my tongue.

"Ah…!" My teacher's body trembled as if electrocuted, her lower abdomen involuntarily rising. Taking advantage of this, I cupped my teacher's round buttocks, and saw white fluid continuously gushing from her vaginal opening, the bed already somewhat damp.

My teacher's pantyhose were still hanging on her calves, I ripped them off, spreading her thighs, revealing her pink petals and deep black pubic hair without reservation, a breathtakingly beautiful sight.

Section Six: Exploring the Cave I bent down, sucking the sweet juice.

"Ah…", my teacher's hands gripped the sheets tightly, letting out a moan.

After a long while, I grew tired, while my teacher reached orgasm.

Teacher Ying turned around and pinned me down again, shifting her writhing desire to her thighs. She lifted her legs onto my chest and pressed them against me, as if demanding more intense caresses.

I let her body rest on mine, enjoying the pressure of her weight. I held Teacher Ying's body tightly with my left hand and lifted her buttocks with my right, admiring the fleshy texture there. My fingers traced the cleft between her two mounds, finding the wet crevice.

Now, Teacher Ying's juices soaked my genitals. I hugged her neck, focusing all my attention on her fiery kisses.

"Put it in..." Teacher Ying called out seductively.

I grasped my hot, hard penis with one hand and searched for her vaginal opening with the other, wanting to insert it there. Teacher Ying's buttocks fell down in response.

Because this was my first time, I thrust my penis upwards two or three times from below, but it only slid past her labia and couldn't penetrate properly.

"You're so useless!" Teacher Ying suddenly said, grabbing my penis with her fingers and twisting her hips to try and swallow the glans.

I also thrust my hips upwards, and with the slippery feeling, I parted her labia, and the glans went in a little.

But my penis was too big. "Ouch! It hurts, stop!" Teacher Ying shouted as I was about to insert my entire penis, lifting her hips to pull my penis out.

But once the glans entered Teacher Ying's vagina, it was like a magnet, and it wouldn't come off. Teacher Ying tried to stand up, but my glans followed her, unable to leave her vagina.

"Pull it out quickly, it hurts so much!" Teacher Ying cried out in pain.

Seeing her expression, I wanted to pull out too, but the more excited I became, the more my penis swelled up from the lubrication of her vagina, becoming half again as large as before. Teacher Ying's vaginal opening seemed to be tearing.

"Ugh...ah..." Teacher Ying cried out in pain.

Her whole body convulsed, and I could feel a tingling sensation inside her labia and vaginal opening. I hadn't expected my first time having sex to be like this, and Teacher Ying had given birth before; her vagina shouldn't hurt this much.

I held her tightly, kissing her. "Let me soften up slowly before pulling out; it might be better." "No, try going in slowly first. My vaginal walls are still wide," Teacher Ying refused to let me pull out.

She pressed the weight of her full body against me, hugged me tightly, and deeply sucked my penis in. Our bodies attacked each other like in battle, causing our genitals to rub against each other.

I held the teacher's slender waist with one hand and grasped my engorged penis with the other, aiming it at the center of her moist petals, and thrust in with all my might.

With a "plop," my thick penis finally penetrated the depths of her wet, fleshy hole. The depths of her fleshy hole seemed to have received the long-awaited penis, writhing with joy.

"Ah...!" The teacher couldn't help but throw her head back and groan loudly, "Good...good...finally...finally...in..." At the same time, her body was covered in fragrant sweat that flowed down like pearls!

The teacher gently trembled her lower body and weakly whispered in my ear, "Come on top of me." After saying that, she moved her body to the side.

My penis was tightly connected to her vulva. I slowly turned my body, placing myself between Teacher Ying's legs. Her full, snow-white thighs swayed, then clamped around my waist, her vaginal muscles twitching impatiently. But because our genitals were so tightly intertwined, there was no movement at all.

I thrust my hips, as if trying to pierce her uterus, but I could only move a little bit. Teacher Ying moaned and groaned, both in pain and excitement… “Don’t ejaculate inside me. If you can’t pull out right away, just bear with it,” Teacher Ying kissed me.

I held her tightly, sucking and kissing, pressing and licking her breasts, burying my face in her soft mounds, just sucking and licking like that.

During this time, Ms. Ying took the initiative with my body. She swayed her hips, rubbing my penis against the tender flesh inside her vagina, exhaling hot breaths, and slowly increasing the intensity of her movements.

My penis swelled inside Ms. Ying's vagina, and she was so lustful that her vagina was overflowing with lustful fluids, but they were completely blocked by my penis, and not a drop came out. My glans could feel that her inner walls were full of holy water, hot and wet.

"I never thought that even I could handle your penis," Ms. Ying said in a hoarse, excited voice, as her body twisted and coiled like a giant snake, lifting her plump buttocks and simultaneously squeezing and rubbing my penis.

The numbing pleasure intensified, fueling our shared lust, and her vagina released even more fluids.

Teacher Ying clung to me, spreading her legs wide to accommodate my massive penis. Her feet, restless on the mattress, throbbed, while she arched her back, moaning softly. My

entire body throbbed with excitement, and I thrust harder, trying to make more of a pumping motion. Though each thrust was minimal, the stimulation for Teacher Ying was immense.

"Ah…! Good…darling…so good…" "Ah…coming…oh oh oh oh…oh oh, ah ah…ah ah ah…" Teacher Ying continued her seductive cries, her lower body unable to support her, forced to brace herself with her elbows to withstand my thrusts.

"More... harder!" Amidst Ms. Ying's desperate longing for climax, mingled with her chaotic breathing and gasps, I no longer held back my tenderness. I grabbed her waist, making her support her body, and thrust my penis deep into her flower to respond to her cries. Ms. Ying's whole body trembled, accepting me with all her might.

"Ah...! I... I can't take it anymore!! I... I can't take it anymore!! Ah..." Ms. Ying suddenly let out a high-pitched moan. Accompanied by a surge of heat shooting from the depths of her flower, it pounded against my hard, erect penis.

Teacher Ying tilted her head back, her tightly furrowed brows and contracted abdomen, her long legs wrapping increasingly tightly around my waist, as if she were desperately trying to suppress an uncontrollable climax. Once undressed, Teacher Ying could no longer support herself; her arms stretched out weakly, and she gasped for breath on the bed.

For some reason, I had involuntarily ejaculated when I saw Teacher Ying putting on her pantyhose earlier, but now, my penis, soaked in Teacher Ying's holy fluid, remained even harder. I continued my thrusts, penetrating deeper into her flower path with greater ease. After a while, Teacher Ying seemed to be brought back to life by my thrusts; her snow-white buttocks spun incessantly like a millstone, her teeth clenched, her hair disheveled, and she kept moaning and groaning.

“Oh…oh, hey…it seems…you won’t…come…out…until…you…come…out…,” Teacher Ying groaned. “I…am…coming…almost…again, let…come…together…

oh

... Her slender fingers gripped my arm tightly, trying to endure the surge of pleasure over her uterus. But under my relentless assault, she succumbed once more.

Her love juices gushed forth like a fountain, and with this climax, my endurance reached its limit. Soon, I felt an unusual stimulation on my glans, the pleasure intensifying and expanding into an indescribable joy.

She noticed the change in my penis's pulsation inside her. "Don't ejaculate inside..." she tried to pull away, but the tight intercourse prevented her from doing so. "Oh! Don't be so fast, wait a minute!" But I, already in the throes of final thrusting, shot out like an arrow released from a bow; her cries were utterly futile! A fiery sensation erupted from deep within my body, accompanied by a numbing, intense pleasure, shooting through my glans and deep into her vagina. My body's spasms gradually subsided. Finally, I calmed down completely. "Oh, your semen is so hot," Ms. Ying said, her arms tightening around me from the heat of the semen. I hugged her tightly in return, savoring the sensation, my penis still inside her, reluctant to pull out.

Section Seven: Deep Affection After a long while, they finally recovered.

My penis gradually shrank, half of it able to be pulled out of Ms. Ying's vagina. Teacher Ying's lower body was still filled with a large amount of a mixture of holy water and semen. She reached out her jade-like hand and touched it, saying, "This liquid is very nutritious. I've lost so much, I need to use it to replenish myself. Suck some into your mouth and feed it to me." I did as she said, placing my mouth against her opening. The mixture of holy water and semen had a slightly pungent smell. I took a big gulp, then put my mouth to Teacher Ying's and fed her the liquid. Teacher Ying drank it with great relish.

"Ah, that felt so good, Wang Dang, you're really great. Tomorrow, let's try again. It seems you're still pretty good." Teacher Ying kept touching my lower body, saying happily.

"Teacher Ying, that was so sensual," I said, gently kneading her two breasts.

"Ugh? It's all because of your thing, it's killing me." Teacher Ying said, patting my still swollen penis.

"You really are something! Oh, it's so unlucky to have such a big penis like yours. My opening is all open, it hurts so much, I don't know if I can walk tomorrow. I just had vaginal tightening surgery a few days ago, and it was so hard to shrink my vagina, but you've made it big again." Teacher Ying used four fingers together to insert into her vagina, it was a little loose, and it went in easily.

I kissed Teacher Ying and said, "Teacher Ying, you're so good!" After hearing my words, she touched my glans, lay in my arms, and said coquettishly, "What? Call me Sister Ying." "Oh, it's already five o'clock, go to sleep, I have things to do tomorrow, Sunday," Teacher Ying said.

"I didn't expect it to take so long," I said, surprised.

But Teacher Ying kept touching her lower body, and she couldn't help but become excited. She turned around and pressed on Teacher Ying again.

Teacher Ying was a little reluctant and said, "No, it hurts so much down there. I don't know if I can walk tomorrow." I didn't care about this, and moved Teacher Ying into a doggy style with my hands. Although Teacher Ying was not willing, with my strong mobilization and her own lustful state, she let me penetrate her vagina from behind.

"Oh oh oh... oh... oh... oh oh... oh oh oh oh oh oh oh" she kept shouting, her body twisting and her butt muscles tightening.

I thrust vigorously, and soon Ms. Ying had several orgasms, one after another, until she went limp. My passion grew stronger and stronger, and I wasn't willing to let her stop there. I turned her over, and by this time she had no will of her own, her eyes half-closed and dazed from excessive lust as I did as I pleased.

I spread her snow-white thighs, placed them on my shoulders, and with a thrust, aimed at her genitals, penetrating her forcefully.

"My darling, no more, I can't take it... oh oh oh... oh... oh oh... oh... oh oh." Ms. Ying moaned.

"Do you like being penetrated by me?", for some reason, I suddenly blurted out.

"Yes, I love it..." Ms. Ying moaned softly, her expression one of extreme pleasure.

As my movements became increasingly rough and relentless, Ms. Ying grew exhausted. She gripped my genitals with both hands, trying to stop me. After a while, she suddenly let out a low, painful cry and fainted.

I didn't know what was wrong with her, still inside her, when suddenly I felt a tidal wave of trembling throughout my body, and a stream of semen shot deep into Ms. Ying's vagina. I took a few deep breaths, then collapsed onto Ms. Ying's naked, lamb-like body, my penis still inside her.

I kissed her small mouth for a long time before realizing she had fainted. Her genitals were slightly abraded from my vigorous movements, with some blood. But I was powerless to do anything; this kind of lovemaking was too exhausting. I could only lie on top of her, embracing her as we fell asleep…

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