【The promiscuous teacher Sun Ping'er】(1)

Chapter 1

The morning sunlight filtered through the purple curtains, casting a dreamlike glow that reflected a captivating hue onto my alabaster skin

.

I groggily awoke, stretching lazily. My body was completely naked, and there seemed to be dried

nectar around my private parts, causing my cheeks to flush.

I glanced at the clock; it was already 7 a.m. Remembering it was Tuesday and I had to go to work, I reluctantly got out of bed and walked to the dressing table.

In the mirror appeared a slender figure. My oval face, flushed with rosy cheeks, held clear, bright eyes that seemed

to possess a hint of allure and a touch of haughtiness. My tempting cherry lips were like flames melting hearts, and my cascading black

hair was casually swept back. While not a beauty capable of captivating a nation, I was undeniably beautiful. Standing at 165cm tall, with measurements of 36-2-4-38

, her E-cup breasts were particularly striking, proudly erect in a semi-circle without any sign of sagging. Two

delicate pink nipples were the perfect finishing touch. Her slender waist was incredibly small, her full hips and deep cleft were alluring, and her shapely

shape was captivating. Her plump legs were straight and long. The passage of time had only removed

a few traces of , adding a touch of charm. A mature aura shone even more beautifully on her alluring figure.

The person in the mirror was none other than myself, Sun Ping'er, 35 years old this year,

a teacher . My husband is a construction foreman, constantly taking on projects, leaving our son, a third-year junior high school student,

to live with me.

I chose a set of black lace-up underwear and black stockings, layered with a black office lady suit,

and wore black patent leather pointed-toe high heels. Her voluptuous legs appeared even longer and more

alluring . Her E-cup breasts pushed against her clothes, creating a mountain-like bulge that seemed ready to burst out. Although I'm nearing

middle age, I still pay close attention to my appearance and grooming. After all, loving beauty is every woman's nature, and I

couldn't help but smile as I gently touched my alabaster skin.

Once dressed, I quietly went to the next room, gently pushed open the door, and looked at my son, still fast asleep.

A warm feeling welled up inside me. My husband had been away, and it had always been just me and my son living together, making me

increasingly . No matter what, I wanted my son to grow up healthy. "Knock...knock..." I gently knocked on the door

.

"Xiao Jun, get up quickly! I need to make breakfast." I called softly. Xiao Jun rubbed his sleepy

eyes and struggled to sit up, saying, "Okay, okay, go make breakfast, Mom." This little lazybones

! I shook my head helplessly and turned to go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

But I had no idea that after I turned away, a little tent silently pitched in Xiao Jun's blanket. Xiao Jun

carefully pulled a pair of purple stockings from under the covers, inhaling their scent—the very

stockings I'd worn yesterday and hadn't washed yet.

"Xiao Jun, Mom's made breakfast. Remember to eat, I'm leaving now." I hurried

out after making breakfast. Because it was a private school, the rules were stricter, and as a teacher, I had to set an example. I

usually didn't have time for breakfast and ate it in my office after morning reading.

Besides, Xiao Jun and I didn't go to the same school. Xiao Jun was a good student, and I'd tried to get him into

the city's top high school, No. 1 High School. My school was in a relatively remote area, and our school did

n't admit girls except for art students, so the entire school was all boys except for a few art students. I was afraid Xiao Jun would be bullied,

so I didn't let him come.

The morning in City A was filled with a busy atmosphere.

Looking at the bustling crowd at the station, I couldn't help but frown and complain, "There are always so

many people a quick train is exhausting, and this train only runs occasionally these days."

However, most of the passengers were students from our school. This was the only train that could get them to school during this period, and since

our school is the last stop, there were a lot of students from our school.

The subway arrived, and with the surging crowd, I was immediately squeezed into the carriage. There were no

seats available at all; the carriage was packed with people, and the crowd kept growing. In no time, the carriage was completely full

. Fortunately, I was standing in a corner, so I wasn't being pushed around from all sides, but my back was left exposed

and had to endure the jostling of the crowd.

The doors finally closed, and the subway slowly started moving. As it moved, the crowd around me,

unable to hold onto began to sway from side to side, making it even more crowded than when I first boarded. People

were still swaying back and forth. The dim lights on the ceiling of the carriage seemed to have been used for years, and combined with the already low brightness, the carriage

was even darker. While not pitch black, it wasn't far off, especially since I was in this corner,

where it was completely dark. If the train were traveling through an underground tunnel, it would be even darker.

"What's going on? Ah! Who is it?"

Suddenly, I felt someone bump into my buttocks, intentionally or unintentionally. Sensing something was wrong, I wanted to turn around to see

who it was, whether it was unintentional or intentional. However, the person behind me was firmly pressed against me, preventing me from turning around

. There was nothing I could do but assume it was unintentional. Surely there aren't that many bad people in the world, right? I could only

comfort myself with this thought.

The sensation of touch kept brushing against my buttocks, the slight itching constantly tugging at my heartstrings, making me feel

nauseous yet strangely uncomfortable. I consciously or unconsciously wiggled my hips to counteract this strange feeling.

The wiggling seemed to stimulate those groping hands; now it felt like a hand was gently

touching my buttocks. "Ah! What should I do? I'm a teacher! I can't be humiliated by such a pervert!

But if I scream, so many people will know I've been groped by a pervert, and I'll have to go to the police station to testify

. And there are so many students from our school on the train; this will definitely get back to the school. How can I

stay here? I have no choice but to endure it."

Several stops passed like this, and the crowd didn't thin out but instead increased. I was pressed into a corner, even more unable to move

, only my pert buttocks could still move slightly.

As the subway started moving again, that annoying groping hand started moving again, and it became bolder and

more . Now, that hand was no longer gently touching my plump buttocks; it

was pressing its entire palm tightly against them, slowly caressing them.

Gradually, the groping hand grew stronger and stronger, the area it touched expanding. Now it was touching his entire buttocks

through his pencil skirt. As the sensation of the touch intensified, the temperature of his palm also increased.

The higher the temperature rose, the hot sensation, penetrating the fabric of my skirt and stockings, felt like it was directly caressing my plump,

round buttocks. The force, the heat, the sensation—it was almost searing my skin. "

What's going on? Why am I feeling this way? My husband has never touched me like this before.

It feels , I can't stand it! What should I do?"

A faint blush crept onto my face. Thankfully, the damn car lights were

illuminating the corner, which saved me from the situation. But this hand was so annoying.

"Ouch...it hurts!" As I endured the sensation with my flushed face, the hand changed tactics,

forcefully kneading my plump buttocks. The fingers rolled and writhed in my wetness, creating various shapes. I felt both ashamed and angry.

The thought of being wantonly played with and brutally violated in this dimly lit car, without even

knowing who it was, filled me with agitation. As the hot hand continued its wandering, my heart began to race, and my vagina started to heat up.

"Am I really born with a high sex drive?" I kept asking myself. Although I have a strong sex drive and

often masturbate when my husband isn't home, I still felt aroused when someone touched my buttocks in public

. Thinking about this, my cheeks burned even hotter.

"No, no," I tried to pull my free hand away. I tried to brush his hand away,

but as soon as my hand touched his, he grabbed my wrist and I couldn't move. Then, a hot touch slowly moved up from

my buttocks . He gently unbuttoned his coat and touched my

large breasts through my white shirt and lace bra. He moved them gently, rubbing them like a hand caressing my sacred breasts.

Although the movement was small and gentle, the feeling that went straight to my bones was even more intoxicating. I felt my

nipples slowly hardening, and my chest felt like it was on fire, burning hot.

Suddenly, a thick, rod-like object pressed against my buttocks, thumping against me with the slight tremors of the subway.

No, this is… a gasp escaped my lips. It felt like that man's penis

! How could he be so bold? On a train with so many people, how dare he treat me so brazenly? Ah!

Why was it getting thicker, bigger, and hotter? Now I was certain that

what was moving on my buttocks was that man's ugly penis. But how could it be so big, so long, and

so hot? It felt like a red-hot iron rod through my skirt. I could feel that his penis was at least twice the size of my

husband's , and the heat was something my husband had never experienced. Ah! What was wrong with me

? Not only had I not reported him, but I had also endured his assault, and I had even

compared his penis to my beloved husband's. What was wrong with me? How could I have such lewd thoughts?

The man behind me, seeing this sexy, mature young woman who dared not resist his advances

, had a look of surprise in his eyes.

The man slowly brought his head close to my ear, inhaling deeply my body scent, the mature fragrance of a young woman

. His erect penis grew even hotter and thicker, and his hand, which had been hovering over my breasts, began to rhythmically stimulate my nipples.

The hot flow inside my vagina became increasingly obvious.

"No, I can't go on like this. I can't betray my husband. I'm calling the police!" I was about to

scream when the man gently bit my earlobe, exhaling a warm breath. My brief, intense rationality turned into a soft

moan.

My vagina could no longer hold back, and a stream of lustful fluid slowly flowed out, overflowing around my vagina.

My large breasts , deliberately teased by the man, swelled and enlarged

, the two small nipples standing erect with extreme excitement. My black bra was now stretched taut. I wished my husband

were right there in front of me, sucking my breasts and playing with my overflowing vagina.

"Please, please don't touch there." The man behind me slowly rolled up my black pencil skirt, gently

adjusting my straps. My buttocks trembled involuntarily, then his hand reached towards my overflowing vulva.

"Oh, you're already this wet and still pretending to be innocent?" The man's words echoed in my ears, his hand relentlessly

sliding towards my private parts.

"No, I can't let that filthy hand touch my most sacred place. From childhood to adulthood, only my

beloved husband has ever touched my most precious private parts. I can't let any man other than my husband touch them, I absolutely

can't... Ah! Ah!" But why were my legs becoming weaker and weaker? I tried to squeeze my thighs

together, trying to stop that sinful hand from reaching towards my opening, but my legs wouldn't obey my brain. They were

involuntarily separated by a hand's width. Finally, I felt a heat in my private parts. Through my stockings and panties, that

warm hand was already accurately pressing against my opening, a finger slowly moving back and forth along my panties

. "Ah! No, it hurts so much, stop! You can't do this! Oh God! Someone save me!"

Tears welled up in my eyes, but along with the immense shame, a burning

desire raged within me.

"Miss, this feels good, doesn't it? Don't scream, or your students will see you in such a lewd state.

Enjoy it, I'll make you reach a blissful climax, hehehehe..."

As his fingers moved faster and harder into my private parts, my body grew increasingly hot, my

legs increasingly weak, and my vision blurred. I lost all sense of right and wrong, morality and ethics, wanting only to end this sinful pleasure

as quickly as possible .

"Mmm... mmm..." To prevent being overheard, I could only cover my mouth with one hand and hold my bag with the other

, my body completely unable to resist, letting the man behind me play with me at will.

The man said excitedly, "How's it going, miss? I'll make you feel even better soon, hahaha..."

My mind went blank, lost in lust, and I unconsciously began rubbing my legs and wriggling my hips.

"Hehe, you really are a slut. I'll make you feel like you're in heaven soon." The man seemed to notice my

change .

"Ah!" The man withdrew his finger, and I couldn't tell if it was a sigh of relief or

a feeling of resentment at his stopping. My plump buttocks unconsciously chased after his withdrawn finger, sticking out in a

lewd shape, making the man's heart skip a beat.

"Get ready, miss, this time I'm serious," the man said, gently patting my raised buttocks

.

"Ah! What is this? It's so thick, so hot, could this be... his penis? It's so big and hard,

my husband can't compare to it at all."

"How is it, miss? Are you enjoying it? Does my cock satisfy you? If you are, quickly use your

stockinged legs to squeeze my cock tightly! I'll make you feel good."

"What should I do? How come his is so big? My pussy will be burst! Ah! Stop, it's so big

, so hot, I can't take it... I can't take it anymore, it's flowing more and more down there. He'll definitely think I'm a slut seducing him. I

'm a sacred people's teacher, a mother of a child, a wife of a husband, and I actually... Ah! It's

so itchy , don't do this... don't torture me like this, I want... give it to me." My mind went blank, only

the endless desire and pleasure made my legs tightly squeeze this hot penis and rub it incessantly, twisting

my buttocks , and the lustful fluid kept flowing down, down my thighs...

"Hehe, I'll satisfy you right away," the man said, spreading my buttocks apart. His glans was aimed at my

vulva , which was already incredibly slippery and wet from the overflowing vaginal fluid

. His glans thrust in without any lubrication.

"Ah! So big...it hurts..." The moment the man's thick penis entered, my vagina stretched to

its maximum , as if it were about to tear. But it seemed to be adjusting its position, preparing to thrust straight into my core, rather than rushing in.

"Mmm..." The huge penis was completely inside, reaching my uterus. My vulva was stretched to its limit to barely accommodate the

penis, as if I might be torn apart at any moment. But this intense pain, as I succumbed to lust, also

gave me a special kind of pleasure. I could only cover my mouth tightly with my hand to try not to make a sound.

"Miss, your hole is so tight! Tighter than a virgin's, it feels so good," the man said softly, but his lower body

didn't stop, thrusting back and forth, each time reaching my G-spot. My vaginal fluid splashed out with each violent thrust

, flowing down my thighs to my heels, some even splattering all over the floor. His hands weren't idle either, constantly kneading

my plump buttocks, shaping them into various lewd forms.

The hot penis ignited the lust within me, my mind only focused on pursuing the peak of pleasure. "Mmm...

mmm... mmm," I kept twisting my buttocks, enjoying this immense pleasure, and the man thrust harder and harder, wanting to penetrate

my vagina completely.

Under this violent thrusting, after a long time, I felt the penis inside me throbbing, becoming even hotter and bigger,

constantly stimulating my G-spot. I suddenly realized that this was the prelude to ejaculation.

"Please... no... this isn't enough," I pleaded softly, not wanting to have

the semen and also for the last bit of dignity I had left.

"Miss, what are you pretending to be innocent for now?"

Ignoring my pleas, he increased the speed of his thrusts. Finally, a gush of hot fluid surged into my vagina

. "Ah..." The endless pleasure seemed to lift my soul to the heavens. My legs trembled involuntarily

, and my vagina spasmed violently, then gushed out a large amount of fluid. He withdrew his penis, and thick semen mixed with

vaginal fluid slowly flowed out.

"Miss, your cunt is amazing. I look forward to seeing you again, so I have to get a souvenir.

" With that, the man untied my black lace-up panties, put them in his pocket, and straightened my clothes. He also

pinched and rubbed my body a few times.

I was so weak that I could only lean against the wall and let the man take my panties and play with my body. I was

still savoring the pleasure I had just experienced, but I felt a deep sense of guilt when I thought of my husband.

"Phew!" The train finally arrived at the station. I didn't know whether to feel relieved that this nightmare was finally over or to sigh

with lingering satisfaction . The hot semen still lingered in my vagina, making me afraid to move around.

I waited until most people had disembarked before carefully walking off the train towards school.

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