Teacher Xiaomin

Ms. Xiaomin

, my name is Wu Guoqiang, but my family and classmates all call me Xiaoqiang. Ms. Xiaomin also calls me Xiaoqiang. I'm sixteen
years old, a sophomore in high school, attending XX Middle School. I consistently rank in the top ten in every exam, so I'd consider myself a good
student.

The school is all boys; every day, besides studying, I study all the time. My parents say that
as long as I study hard at this age, I'll definitely succeed in society. But I still envy people like Bobo and Dawei,
who go out after school every day to fool around with girls. They're either dancing or going to coffee shops, and I've heard that sometimes they even
live together. Like last time at McDonald's, I saw Dawei with a girl, wearing a crop top and
a short skirt. I accidentally saw her small, white butt. Living with such a pretty girl must
be more exciting than getting a perfect score. Dawei's hand was pressed tightly against her butt; he's definitely slept with her. Why is it that he's always
last in class but has pretty girls to sleep with, while I, a top student, can only think about his girl
and masturbate ?

I'm pathetic. All my life, the only person I've ever known is Xiaoli, the youngest daughter of the owner of the bookstore next door. I don't even know if
she counts as my girlfriend. We've seen a few movies and gone shopping a few times, but the best we've ever done is hold hands and kiss
once . Last time at the MTV, we secretly drank a few beers together. I noticed her face was flushed and her eyes
were bright, so I slowly slipped my hand inside her collar and touched a warm, soft lump of flesh—probably her breast
!

She was engrossed in the movie, and I didn't want her to notice, so I paused for a long time before slowly
slipping my hand inside her firm bra. It was probably stuffy inside, and my fingertips were sweating. Then I
touched a soft, small nipple. That was the first time I'd ever touched a nipple. It didn't seem very elastic; it felt like it
had some pores on the surface. It was completely different from what the books said about nipples being hard and protruding. I don't know who's right or wrong,
but I swear Xiaoli's nipples were soft.

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

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

She had a very slim waist and a big butt. The students secretly called her Big Butt, but what I loved most was her
round butt. Every time she wrote on the blackboard behind our backs, I forgot to take notes. I only remembered looking at her
butt behind her tight short skirt, imagining the two panty lines extending from her waist to the middle of her buttocks, wondering what the intersection was all about
?

The ones in the book are usually dark red and have a lot of hair, and some even have fluid seeping out from the crevices.
I wonder if Ms. Xiaomin's will see fluid?

I often get so hard just thinking about it that I really want to masturbate, but I can't during class.

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

Of course! I would definitely find opportunities to get close to Ms. Xiaomin. Once, I went to the teacher's office and used the excuse that
I hadn't copied all my notes to borrow hers. Luckily, she didn't ask me to borrow from other students; instead, she took out her lecture notes and told me to copy them from the empty seat next to her
.

That day, the weather was just starting to get warm, and the air conditioning wasn't on yet. The office only had a tall, standing fan blowing in
circles. I was sitting downwind, enjoying the fragrant breeze emanating from Ms. Xiaomin. While copying, I
stole glances . Ms. Xiaomin's profile was truly beautiful; her eyelashes were long, and sweat glistened on her nose. She was head down,
engrossed in writing something. Each time the fan swept past, a gust of wind
would rise, causing her light green A-line skirt to billow and reveal her pale knees. I waited, hoping the wind would lift the entire skirt,
but it didn't happen until the bell rang for the first class in the afternoon. I couldn't

take it anymore. I was constantly thinking about Ms. Xiaomin and masturbating until my penis was almost raw, yet I
had never touched her. Sometimes, I'd have erotic dreams and just as I was about to take off Ms. Xiaomin's underwear, I'd find it completely
bare .

I finally got a chance to ask Ahua, and he told me, "You can't dream about things you haven't seen." I swear I
've seen at least fifty women's holes in pornographic books, but he said, "That's useless! You've never seen a real
hole ." Sigh! If that's the case, I'm helpless, but who will show me? Xiaoli or Teacher Xiaomin?

Teacher Xiaomin would be best, then I'd have a basis for masturbating and having wet dreams every day.

Quite a few classmates like Teacher Xiaomin, what can I say, we're a monastic school? To paraphrase what my
older brother, who's serving in the army, taught me, "Three years in the army, and even a sow is more beautiful than Diao Chan," and I'm practically "
Three years , and even a sow is more beautiful than Diao Chan," not to mention Teacher Xiaomin is a thousand times, ten thousand times better than a sow, she might even rival Diao Chan
!

At the end of June, near the end of our second year of high school, a dozen classmates invited Teacher Xiaomin to go to Liufu Village, and
Teacher also dragged Teacher Zhang Jinghui along. That day, everyone was scrambling to sit next to Teacher Xiaomin, but
I managed to snag a spot on the roller coaster. As soon as I got on and pulled down the latch, Teacher Xiaomin smiled and said, "Xiaoqiang!

I'm a little scared of roller coasters, so you have to take good care of me." I smiled shyly, only daring
to shout in my heart, "I promise! I promise!"

A few minutes after it started moving, Teacher Xiaomin's face turned pale. On the first downhill section, I heard her scream.
Instead of grabbing the horizontal bar, she clung tightly to my arm, her head and face completely hidden
in , even her soft breasts pressed against my arm. I remained unusually confident, not looking forward,
but turning to the side and staring down at Teacher Xiaomin's white cleavage. If this was considered taking advantage of the situation, then
I had no choice but to accept it! My arm slowly pushed against the teacher's tightly pressed breasts, moving back and forth. A mature woman is indeed a mature
woman; the elastic, round, and full feel was completely different from Xiao Li's. My arm felt like it was buried in a cotton field,
giving me unbearable pleasure.

After entering the senior year of high school, Ms. Xiao Min stopped teaching our class, but I still often stood on the balcony watching
her walk along the cement road with two rows of kapok trees, carrying a stack of English books and her skirt fluttering in the wind. Sometimes I would also secretly watch her in the teachers' office.
Peeping at her outside as she scribbled furiously, I spent countless hours fantasizing about her while masturbating,
yet my underwear remained empty. Ahua said I was sexually frustrated and offered to take me to the Fuguo Hotel outside the school
to "deflower" her.

"How much?" I asked him. "Not expensive, you might even get a red envelope for your tender little slut!"

I thought he was exaggerating, because my older brother said nobody gives red envelopes these days, and he hadn't received any.
"Unless it's an old-fashioned brothel!" my brother concluded. I had no intention of giving my first time to a prostitute; I wanted to give it
to the beautiful Teacher Xiaomin.

And now, Teacher Xiaomin was lying in front of me, her high breasts rising and falling as she slept soundly. The short hundred meters from the Miti
Cafe to the Fuguo Hotel felt like halfway around the world to me. I supported
the teacher the whole way, while she could barely walk. To avoid attracting too much attention, I tried to walk in the shadows under the arcades,
finally managing enter the hotel safely through the black glass doors.

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

The madam glanced at the bright, glaring sun outside and said suspiciously, "You should have laid her down
immediately ."

"But she fainted right outside the hotel. I thought it might be better to go inside and enjoy the air conditioning!" I
had anticipated this question

and had already prepared my answer. Seeing my honest expression, the madam didn't press further and helped Ms. Xiaomin up to the third floor.

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

I wasn't in a hurry to take off Ms. Xiaomin's panties because I was still breathing heavily. I brought my face
close
to the pretty panties to carefully admire this thing I had long fantasized about. Brown skin was exposed at the edge of the panties, with relatively large pores. A few pubic hairs were pressed against the edge of the panties, curled and bent, just like my pubic hair. I pulled the panties to the sides of her groin,
and her dark brown, plump, wrinkled labia were revealed, trembling slightly with her breath. The plump labia were obediently closed,
the color of my foreskin, but the inside of the two slug-like labia minora was a bright red, with a faint
mucus. I smelled the sour, slightly urinous genital odor, and I was so excited that
I so painfully swollen.

I opened the labia, and the entire vaginal flesh inside was a bright red. I gently pried it open with my fingers and saw
soft, tender polyps inside the vagina, squeezed together with a slightly transparent fluid. At the junction of the labia minora, there was a
small fleshy lump. The book said this was the clitoris, the most sensitive spot for a woman. Above the clitoris was a fold of flesh.
If that counts as the foreskin, then I lost five hundred yuan to Ahua because I bet him that women don't have
foreskins . None of the hundred or two adult books I've read explained it clearly. And I thought, without a penis, how could a woman have
a foreskin?

Seeing the wet vaginal flesh inside, my tongue had an irresistible urge to lick it. Just ten
centimeters and I could do it. They do it in the Japanese adult films I've secretly watched. Every time I see this scene, I feel so
dirty, yet so excited. Ahua, however, said he'd rather die than lick a woman's penis; it's so unmanly! "Using your penis to penetrate
is what makes a man!" he always said.

But now I licked it. Anyway, Teacher Xiaomin was asleep, and Ahua wasn't around. And this was
Teacher 's! Ha! The warm flesh was sour, with a pungent smell of urine. I couldn't take it after just a little licking
; my pants were completely soaked, and my sour penis had already ejaculated on my underwear.

I left Teacher Xiaomin's vulva open and ran into the bathroom to wash myself. I came
back , thinking this might be the first and last time I'd be so close to Teacher Xiaomin's hole, so I had
to cherish every second. I stretched out my tongue and licked her clitoris, labia, and anus several times. Teacher Xiaomin's
anus was tightly closed like chrysanthemum petals, but my tongue still retained some of the taste—I didn't know if it was foul or
what, maybe like the smell of rotting matter! It turned out that Teacher Xiaomin wasn't as fragrant as I thought; she, like my
penis, also emitted an embarrassing odor.

I licked like this for a while, finding licking the clitoris the most stimulating. It slowly swelled up, and some clear fluid secreted from the red
flesh , making my chin a little wet. Suddenly, Ms. Xiaomin subtly moved
her buttocks, startling me. But then I remembered it was my doing that had aroused her, and the
stimulation made my penis erect again.

I'd come to this point; it would be a huge loss if I didn't penetrate Ms. Xiaomin's vagina and got arrested. Although
I was under eighteen, drugging and raping my teacher would definitely make headlines. I knew my parents would disown me
, their only son, and I wouldn't be able to continue my studies, let alone have a bright future. How could I be so depraved
?

Last month, I ordered FM2 from a porn site, and it arrived in just one week. I was both excited
and nervous, planning for a month, determined to use it on Ms. Xiaomin. If my entire life
was I'd be doomed. Even having a substantial, fulfilling erotic dream in prison
was better than dying with nothing but dreams of Ms. Xiaomin's blank underwear. So I arranged to meet Ms. Xiaomin at the Miti Cafe next to the Fuguo Hotel
for a pre-college entrance exam English review session, one-on-one, and she agreed. Then, everything went smoothly until
I finally penetrated her. Really, I penetrated Ms. Xiaomin's wet and warm vagina. Something I couldn't do in my dreams,
I actually did in real life! Tears of excitement streamed down my face as I looked up, deeply marveling at this wonderful moment.

Ms. Xiaomin's vagina was like a volcano erupting with lava; my penis felt like it was melting inside. Her soft
vaginal muscles gripped my penis tightly, pulsating in waves, moving me so much that I couldn't move for a long time. I could only savor the feeling of
her vagina holding my penis, achieving the most intimate union. What could be
more intimate than this tight connection of sexual organs?

I unbuttoned Ms. Xiaomin's coat and bra, tightly grasping her two full breasts that popped out, letting her nipples...
Peeking out from between her fingers, even when lying sprawled out, the teacher's breasts remained noticeably prominent, not flattened
. Ahua said they must be fake—that she'd had breast augmentation. But I'm certain Xiaomin's
breasts are real, because I can clearly feel their elasticity
and wonderful rhythm when I rub them in circles with both hands. Anyone who dares to say they're fake, I'll immediately turn on them.

While rubbing her breasts, I slowly pulled on my penis. Xiaomin's vagina gripped me tightly, and with each
pull the bright red vaginal flesh inside was turned inside out, with some clear bubbles escaping. When I reached the glans
, the teacher suddenly exhaled a breath of stale air, which startled me again. Fortunately, she was still smiling as she slept. I slowly
inserted it deeper into her vagina, not daring to go too fast, because today was my first time. The glans was standing at the peak, and
if I wasn't careful, it would slip down. If I ejaculated again, I couldn't guarantee I'd have a third time.

I took a deep breath and began rhythmically thrusting in and out of Teacher Xiaomin's warm vagina, my eyes fixed on
my penis pushing against her labia, going in and out. Slowly, the movement became smoother,
the vagina grew hotter, and more and more bubbles appeared. The overflowing fluid was as clear
and transparent as saliva, flowing onto Teacher Xiaomin's anus and forming a shiny layer, like a face mask. I was flushed
and panting heavily, while Teacher Xiaomin seemed to sense it and her breathing became heavy and rapid.

Just before my ears were about to fail, a rapid knocking came at the
door had fallen into an icy abyss, but Teacher Xiaomin's warm glans betrayed me
, ejaculating after one thrust. I was stunned for a full fifteen seconds, feeling both pleasure and dazed!

"Open the door! Police inspection!" My mind went blank; I hadn't come to my senses. "Open the door!

Police inspection!" Even if I had my pants back on, how could I explain this?

"Hey! Officer, just take the key and open the door." It was a gruff policeman's voice, followed by the rustling sound
of a key turning in the lock
.

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