Let Go of My Cock (Author: 998)

Chapter 1 I Raped the Harsh Mature Female Teacher
One summer, my family went on a trip to Shennongjia. Unfortunately, we were in a car accident. The sightseeing bus rolled down the hillside into the primeval forest,
and only my mother, sister, and I were lucky enough to escape. After half a month of survival in the wild, only my mother, sister,
and I miraculously survived.
As for why only my mother, sister, and I survived, looking back now, I'm certain it was because of
the strange red fruit we shared at the end. Otherwise, we definitely wouldn't have survived until rescue.
We passed out after eating it, and when we woke up, we were in the hospital.
We calculated that the period of unconsciousness lasted at least a week.
Before that, we had endured three days of hunger. Not only did the three of us survive ten days of hunger, but
my sister didn't even lose much weight. On the other hand, my middle-aged mother, who had become overweight, lost a lot of weight
, dropping 10 kilograms from her 80 kilograms, making her 172-centimeter-tall mother look less bulky.
At the same time, some strange things happened. For example, my sister
's acne, which had been severe due to her heavy workload and irregular schedule, turned into light acne scars, and her irregular menstruation improved significantly
. My mother's leg pain on rainy days also disappeared.
All of these were good things, but what happened to me... I don't know if that counts as a good thing.
My penis suddenly developed semi-circular fleshy bumps, evenly distributed, hard as if steel balls
were implanted . Its length increased from 12 centimeters to 19 centimeters, and its thickness was so great that I couldn't even hold it in my hand;
it was thicker than my wrist. The glans was even bigger than an egg, about the size of a goose egg, though
not as long as a goose egg.
The first month was fine; apart from the changes in appearance, it didn't cause me any other problems. But as
time went on, my libido grew stronger and stronger, to the point that it gradually began to affect my daily behavior. I began to feel
a strong , and I started masturbating without any instruction, quickly progressing from once every few days to two or three times a day. Later, I even
couldn't help but secretly masturbate in my pocket during class.
My desires grew stronger, and the object of my eventual loss of control wasn't my mother or sister, who were closest to me, but my
English teacher—Bahargul. Sadiq, a beautiful woman whose name means "spring flower."
Even though she was nearly fifty and her makeup revealed laugh lines and crow's feet, she
still exuded allure. I was certain she had been a great beauty in her youth, because even though time had faded
her beauty, she still possessed an unparalleled mature charm that captivated me.
She had Uyghur ancestry.
It's well known that people from Xinjiang have a clear dominance of Caucasian genes; aside from hair color, they are very similar to
blonde blue-eyed Ukrainian women. Ukrainian women, needless to say, are a race known for their beauty. My teacher
possessed rare burgundy hair, delicate and defined features, and a larger frame, making the most of her heritage
. She also had a great sense of style, often wearing bodycon skirts, stockings, and high heels; her appropriate clothing choices
made her appear both elegant and sexy.
The key is that she's maintained a good figure; at fifty, she hardly has a belly. While her skin isn't as smooth and supple
as a young person's , it's fair, almost snow-white. Her body, having given birth, is very voluptuous and alluring; she
's definitely not lacking in the right places, especially her ample buttocks. Therefore, for me, this teacher's allure is
many times greater than that of young, pretty girls. After all, the girls around me are mostly plain-looking junior high school graduates, and even my mother and sister
can't compare to her.
To be honest, while my mother and sister have decent features, they don't know how to dress, and one is overweight while
the other flat-chested, so their allure is naturally incomparable.
Of course, although I feel my sister has benefited from this, becoming increasingly well-endowed, her
starting point as woman is too low. I think unless she goes through puberty again, even a stroke of luck can't save her from that.
The question is, how did I end up with Teacher Bahargul? This should have been an impossible
thing . Let me explain in detail.
Although Bahargul was beautiful, she was a sharp-tongued and mean woman, especially towards a poor student
like . Ever since she publicly ridiculed me in front of the whole class for my single-digit test score, my feelings for her
turned negative; I started to hate her, and all I felt for her was adolescent sexual arousal.
And frankly, a middle school student's motivation is practically zero. Originally, I should have masturbated in front of her until
graduation , then distanced myself and slowly forgotten everything. But my increasingly uncontrollable sexual
desire emboldened me, and I developed a growing criminal urge, unable to control myself.
My gaze towards her became nakedly fiery, so intense that she noticed.
And then the opportunity arose.
That day, she scolded me in the office for blatantly stalking her. It
happened after school, and because she felt ashamed about it—saying it in front of other teachers was indeed
embarrassing—she kept me behind, taking up my free time.
Perhaps she was in a hurry to go home, so instead of her usual "let you figure it out yourself" teaching method,
she immediately called me a little hooligan and started punching me in the chest...
This is for real, not the later internet meme of "little fists punching your chest."
You can imagine, a skinny monkey less than 1.6 meters tall, sitting there with a stern look on her face, relentlessly punching
my chest. At that time, I was barely heavier than a paper doll, and each punch sent me staggering back at least two or three steps.
Then, with a disdainful look in her eyes, she ordered me to stand back up like a dog being called. I had to obediently go back, submitting to her tyranny
, and repeatedly offer myself up to take a barrage of punches.
I could have tolerated it, but this old vixen also uttered some extremely sarcastic and grating words. Although there were no profanities,
they shattered my self-esteem—I must say, language is an art, and I became
a dumping ground for a woman nearing menopause to vent her negative emotions.
When things got heated, this bitch brought up old grievances, mocking me for being brainless, saying I could
n't even by guessing randomly, directly questioning my intelligence and bringing up genetics.
She asked if it was hereditary, implying
my parents couldn't be that stupid.
I was so angry I couldn't hear what she was saying anymore. Looking at her beautiful features, and her bright red lips covered in lipstick...
After uttering such vicious words, my eyes turned venomous as I stared at her nakedly, scrutinizing her from head to toe, deliberately
trying disgust her with my gaze.
"You don't like being looked at by me, do you?" I retaliated with this defiant gesture.
This really enraged her. How dare a middle school student challenge the supreme authority of a teacher? Feeling her authority
severely challenged, she angrily grabbed her lesson plan and slammed it into my face, hitting me in the eye
. I cried out in pain, clutching my eye, my face contorted in agony. The anger within me could no longer be contained, and I lunged at her
.
I didn't intend to rape her; I just wanted to beat her. I don't know where the strength came from, but I suddenly threw her off
her chair , straddled her, and choked her. She hadn't expected me to dare to attack her and tried to push me away in a panic,
only to find my hands like iron clamps, choking her until she couldn't breathe.
I myself don't know what gave me such strength.
She frantically tried to pry me off with both hands, her strength nearly knocking me over, and she scratched my face, leaving
a bloody mark. The young woman's anger usually subsided quickly, and I was already regretting it and unsure how to
handle the situation. But that scratch only fueled my ferocity. I pinched her relentlessly, with all my might. I
pinched until her eyes bulged and rolled back, her tongue lolled out, and veins bulged on her forehead.
I don't know how long it lasted, but when her struggles weakened to almost imperceptible, I
finally , screamed, and quickly let go, staggering to the side, breaking out in a cold sweat.
Seeing her lying there motionless, I panicked terribly. It took me a while to remember CPR. I
didn't know exactly how to do it, only that I was blowing air into her stomach. Before I'd even blown two breaths, she gasped
, her pupils returning to their whitened eyes. Only then did I feel a little relieved.
At least I hadn't killed her; I felt incredibly fortunate.
But this woman, who was incontinent—yes, I made her urinate because I pinched her—was furious and threatened
to call the police to arrest me.
Could that work?
I immediately knelt on the ground, begging for mercy. Seeing her get up to grab her phone from the table, I scrambled
over and grabbed her leg. She immediately slapped me across the face, so hard it made my vision blur.
I didn't dare get angry; I only had one thought: I couldn't let her call the police!
Otherwise, I'd be finished!
I rushed over, snatched the phone back, and we wrestled again. At first, I just cried and begged for mercy,
but she ignored me, hitting me and trying to grab the phone. I could only endure it, pleading for her to stop after she'd vented her anger.
However, this woman showed no mercy. Finally, realizing she couldn't get her phone back, she threatened to call the police outside.
I didn't dare let go. At this point, there was no one left in the school except for the gatekeeper. The teaching buildings were quite
far apart, so the gatekeeper didn't hear our commotion. To be honest, I took advantage of
the situation during the struggle; I was still holding onto her clothes below her breasts.
They were plump and fleshy, and my penis, inconveniently, hardened, pressing firmly against her full, round buttocks.
I covered her mouth because she was about to scream for help, and after this struggle, she realized
she couldn't handle a junior high student.
She didn't understand why I, so small and thin, was so strong.
She was subdued, but her eyes glared at me fiercely because she could feel my hard penis.
Seeing that she had no intention of letting me go, I hardened my heart in despair, and a wicked thought crossed my mind. I started choking her again
, this time from behind.
I pinched her until she knelt down again, finally lying on the ground. I told her I'd kill her if she resisted again.
This time she was finally scared. Terrified by the serious threat to her life, she didn't dare
call for help or struggle after I released her, a stark contrast to her previous arrogant demeanor.
She calmed down, cleverly changing her attitude, starting to soothe me, explaining the law, and saying she wouldn't
call the police.
I remained seated on her urine-smelling buttocks, my hard penis pressing against them through her clothes.
I knew this slut was definitely trying to fool me; I had that much intelligence.
She was afraid of me, but what would happen next?
I didn't know how to end this. The situation eased for a moment, but I couldn't hear what she was saying, preoccupied with my own
calculations. Time passed, my urine-soaked penis pressed firmly against her plump, horny buttocks.
The relatively comfortable state fueled my lustful thoughts. Suddenly, my eyes inadvertently fell on my phone, and
a bold idea suddenly formed in my mind.
I'd always wanted to sleep with this slutty teacher, and now I leered at her from head to toe.
Bahargul was wearing a tight purple, low-cut dress tucked into a black pencil skirt,
perfectly accentuating her voluptuous figure. The skirt, soaked with urine, clung to her
large, round buttocks as I sat on it, the thin fabric making her panties clearly visible, not to mention the glimpses
of .
I swallowed hard, steeled myself, and told her I could let her go, but
only if obeyed me.
At first, she didn't understand my intentions, only agreeing to keep me calm. But when I firmly
pressed and kneaded her plump buttocks, Bahargul's body trembled, realizing my intentions.
Her soft buttocks lacked elasticity, probably due to a lack of exercise. Before I could even fully experience it, the woman beneath me
struggled and cried for help, instantly terrifying me and sending chills down my spine. I gripped her
neck tightly, choking her until she was nearly breathless, before slowly releasing her. This
only strengthened my resolve; either way, she was doomed, so I might as well take the gamble!
I reached for her buttocks again and quickly lifted her wet skirt.
The woman beneath me was coughing incessantly. "Please... let me go, I really won't call the police..." she finally cried
, a woman nearing fifty, older than my mother, brought to tears by me.
I breathed heavily, feeling a sense of triumph over this woman. I said, "Teacher, I've
wanted to touch your buttocks like this for a long time, a long time now." My lust emboldened me, and my thin skin stammered out those words.
"Please... you're still young, you can't do something illegal on impulse. Rape is a crime!"
"Shut up! I'm not an adult anyway, raping you isn't a big deal, I can't just be executed!" I
was scared, but lust took over my mind, and my penis clearly controlled my rationality. I grabbed her neck tightly, signaling her
to shut up.
Hearing this fierce threat, Teacher Guli trembled in fear and started sobbing. I immediately grabbed her
neck and squeezed hard, stopping her sobbing abruptly.
I planned to use violence to make her completely submit.
"Let me be clear, I don't trust you. If I let you go like this, you'll definitely call the police and arrest me!
Anyway , I'm doomed, so I might as well satisfy myself. You old slut, you dress so provocatively all the time to seduce people, don't
you? You're always so wanton, aren't you just asking to be fucked?!"
"I'll let go now, and you cooperate and let me fuck you once and take a few pictures. If you say another word, I'll strangle you, understand?!"
I was going all out, violently choking her and threatening, my eyes flashing with ferocity. I found that violence was particularly effective; she was terrified of
this tactic.
After I tentatively loosened my grip, Bahargul gasped, coughed for a moment, and sobbed softly, "
How about ... how about just taking nude photos? I'll keep them on my phone, and we'll pretend nothing happened, okay?
I promise I won't tell anyone, really..."
"No, I want to fuck you! I've been wanting to fuck your cunt day and night!" I said,
rubbing my genitals hard against her buttocks. It wasn't enough, mainly because I'd been getting frequent erections lately, and my underwear was too tight.
"You..." Bahargul felt a wave of shame at my blunt and vulgar language. This girl actually
craved her body so much, leaving her momentarily at a loss for words.
Before she could finish speaking, my hand reached around to her side and suddenly pulled down the wet pantyhose that tightly hugged her plump buttocks. Caught off guard, her face flushed red. Before she could react, my hand had already slipped into her
cleft , and my palm continued to cover her buttocks, but this time there was a pair of panties in between. It still wasn't enough.
"No..." Bahargul stubbornly put up a last stand, twisting and pleading softly. She
simply couldn't accept having sex with a student, especially so suddenly. She was an older woman,
her only husband in her life, an arranged marriage. Despite her alluring appearance, her views were very conservative.
"Shut up! Behave yourself if you don't want to die!" I impatiently pressed down on her neck again.
"Please, I'm 50 years old, don't insult me like this!" Bahargul stubbornly
turned her head, her bright red-gray-blue pupils glistening, her eyes filled with pleading and
hatred .
Her eyes were so captivating, like the stars in the sky.
"Fuck you, 50 years old! A slut like you, I'll fuck you even when I'm a hundred!" I was even
less likely to let her go. I slapped her hard, and while she was stunned, I quickly pulled off her black lace panties
and began slapping her fat buttocks repeatedly.
"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"
I desperately wanted to subdue her; I couldn't wait to fuck her!
Each slap resounded, her round, plump buttocks rippled with flesh. Her brows
furrowed , her expression pained, and she struggled, screaming repeatedly. She begged me to choke her neck, and this went on
for about ten minutes. This slut finally understood my meaning. When I slapped her buttocks again, she desperately tried to suppress her screams,
while I gently massaged her buttocks.
Compared to the unbearable pain, Bahargul chose to endure the humiliation of being defiled.
I said, "Understand? Listen to me and you'll suffer less."
Bahargul burst into tears, her eyes filled with despair, fear, sorrow, and hatred.
A ring of bruises had appeared on her fair, slender neck; it was clear she had suffered greatly. Her buttocks
were covered in red welts from my slapping, large areas of subcutaneous capillaries ruptured and swollen, making the fat on
her buttocks more swollen, the entire plump bottom round like a moon disc.
"Understand? Nod if you understand." My lust surged, my eyes gleaming with a hungry wolfish light, my hand
loosely gripping her neck, my thumb greedily caressing her cool skin, the threat unmistakable.
Bahargul's eyes flashed with resentment, she paused for a moment, and seeing that I was about to pinch her again in impatience, she cowered in
fear , "No..." pitifully nodding her head in compliance.
What a slut, she only behaves when she's beaten. "Stand up!" I shouted, roughly pulling her up with one hand,
I couldn't wait to enjoy her ripe, alluring body.
She thought I was going to torture her again, and her eyelashes fluttered as she tried to hide, begging for mercy and promising to cooperate,
just asking me not to hit her. I told her that as long as she cooperated, I wouldn't hurt her and would even make her feel good.
I was very confident in my mutated penis.
She obediently stood up, but her buttocks hurt so much that her legs trembled. I'm not a sadist, so I had her lie face down
on the desk, her buttocks sticking out. I picked up the black, red-soled, sexy heels that had been lost in the struggle and made her put them on.
It was dark by then, and I turned on the office light. Looking at her back from behind, the high heels
accentuated the curves of her legs, making them look particularly long and alluring. Her calves were taut and rounded, especially the glimpse of her thighs revealed by her skirt, her
stockings and panties pulled down to her calves, her swollen, plump
buttocks exposed to the air, covered with overlapping handprints—a brutal visual shock.
This extremely provocative scene made me unable to resist any longer.
I stepped forward, quickly slipping my fingers into her buttocks and scratching her anus twice. Bahargul's
buttocks convulsed violently. "You, you, that's your anus! It's dirty... Don't touch there!"
she cried out in a low voice, clearly not expecting me to touch her anus. For her traditional mindset, this was like a nuclear bomb dropping into her
traditional beliefs.
But I didn't mean to. Hearing it was her anus, my hand didn't stop and moved to her wet vulva, a hairy
patch that was very wet. My heart was pounding. The experience of touching a vulva for the first time was like a dream.
By this time, the smell of urine had spread, very pungent. To be honest, if it weren't for my heightened sexual desire, the smell
would have been disgusting.
"You really are a slut." I pulled my hand out, sniffed it curiously, and cursed.
"You..." Bahargul couldn't bear the humiliation of the insult and covered her face, sobbing.
I threatened, "Don't cry, or I'll strangle you!" My hand went to your neck again, but I didn't really use it.
Wow. The beauty has already cooperated so much, I really can't bear to hit her.
Actually, if she were willing, I would cherish her like a treasure and do whatever she wants.
"Ugh...no, no!"
Teacher Guli was first hurt by my penis in my pants, and then she felt her neck being choked before she begged for mercy in fear.
I threatened her to cooperate with me again, emphasizing obedience tirelessly. She already knew she couldn't escape this today, and when
she heard me rustling as I took off my pants, she finally mustered up the courage to make a request, "Teacher will cooperate with you, but only this once,
let's make it our agreement, and we can't tell anyone else...?" Before she could finish speaking, Teacher Guli turned her head
and stared wide-eyed, her sad and frustrated look turning into disbelief and shock.
What came into view was a huge penis erect in a curved shape, with bulging veins and covered with disgusting fleshy balls the size of peanuts,
the glans as big as a newborn's fist...no, it seemed even bigger!
How could a sixteen-year-old brat have such an incongruous appearance?!
She'd only ever seen her husband's genitals, and compared to this kid, they weren't even as good as a kindergarten child's.
A series of absurd thoughts flashed through Bahargul's mind.
...
What happened next was wonderful.
After Guli's pitiful pleas,
the power of her soft, pitiful voice, her furrowed brows, was irresistible to a child like me. I agreed to try and penetrate her, using the missionary
position . Guli lay on the table, and I stood, so she could push my hips with her hands to prevent me from
hurting her by thrusting all the way in. She completely distrusted this lustful brat.
She also told me she only had one child, delivered by C-section, and showed me the scar. She added that she
hadn't had sex in at least five years, her pretty face pale as she repeatedly emphasized not to mess around.
Actually, aside from the fleshy part, my penis wouldn't be that scary to a normal person. It's just that
Ms. has never seen porn, and has only ever seen her husband's short, thin, and short-lived penis in her
entire life. She's incredibly ignorant.
Later, I thought that this might be why she was so mean yet dressed so seductively. Mature women suffer greatly from unsatisfied
desires , especially since I later learned that she was
a poor woman who had never experienced a true orgasm during sex with her husband and had been celibate for over five years.
When it came time to get down to business, I didn't rush to thrust in. Instead, I forced myself to take a set of photos first. Then
I had her take off her dress and bra, and put her panties and stockings back on. I then tore open the crotch of her flesh-colored pantyhose and had her
lie on her back on the table. Her pair of snow-white breasts were exposed to the air, very
full. Even though they had sagged a bit while lying down, they still looked quite large, as if I couldn't even wrap my hand around them.
I stared wide-eyed and pressed down impatiently, my mouth and hands busy, grasping her beautiful breasts and
kneading them vigorously, sucking on her deep purple nipples and fair neck, quickly making her nipples engorged with blood, hard and resilient when I bit
into . A series of bright red hickeys glistening with saliva were left on her neck.
At first, Teacher Guli just closed her eyes and turned her head away, but soon her breathing became heavy, her cherry lips tightly pursed, trying
to endure the brat's reckless and frenzied teasing.
My curiosity about her breasts was far less than my curiosity about fucking her, and soon the main event was about to begin.
I reached my hand to Teacher Guli's genitals, pulled her panties to one side and touched them, she
immediately , wet, and having read pornographic books, I knew this slut was in heat. Hormones filled the air, and I
excitedly prepared to enter her harbor with my big cock erect.
My hands supported Teacher Guli's fleshy waist, which still felt slightly chubby. Ms.
Guli quickly sat up, facing me. She held her breath nervously, watching me slowly bring my glans closer to her
vulva.
Her face was flushed. Her
wet, plump vulva was like a bulging, black abalone, clearly used by her
husband . In the shadows where the light didn't reach, her dark labia writhed nervously. My large glans finally pressed
against the center of Ms. Guli's sticky labia. The feeling… it was so pleasurable it made my scalp tingle!
Perhaps I'm exaggerating, but it happened in the blink of an eye.
Virgins are always sensitive, and my first ejaculation came very abruptly due to my excessive excitement. It took me about three or four
minutes to push my glans into her tight vagina before the moist, warm folds of flesh, seemingly alive,
squeezed out my semen.
At that moment, Ms. Guli's clitoris was already numb and sore from the friction of my penis against it. She
bit her lower lip so hard it turned bloodless, and made strange groans, a sound that seemed to be in pain but wasn't.
My sudden ejaculation caused her to cross the threshold, her vagina contracting strongly, her thighs and lower abdomen
trembling with strangely beautiful sexual spasms, and she absurdly experienced her first orgasm.
I felt a warm rush onto my glans, and my legs went weak with pleasure, my mind blank.
After about seven or eight consecutive spasms, Ms. Guli experienced about ten seconds of intermittent spasms, which
I could clearly feel, including the decreasing frequency, smaller amplitude, and irregular occurrence of the spasms
. After all, I was lying face to face with her belly, and I later learned that it was the afterglow of the orgasm.
After the pleasure subsided, I lay on top of Ms. Guli, my face pressed against her delicate collarbone, breathing, feeling her
soft breasts against my body. I regained my senses, and began to feel fear and unease.
I waited for her reaction, I was filled with regret, but Ms. Guli seemed to be asleep, silent,
one hand still gripping my arm from her previous orgasm. Soon, after a brief respite
, my lust reignited. My penis hadn't softened at all; the head remained inside her wet, tight vagina.
I lifted my head; she had her eyes closed, seemingly asleep. I didn't care anymore. I slowly pushed my penis in,
the fleshy parts of my penis sliding in one by one along her vaginal opening. I could clearly feel the scraping and pulling sensation on her vaginal mucosa—it was very
intense.
After it was halfway in, I felt like my penis was being tightly gripped by a hand; the foreskin was being pulled painfully by her vagina.
Guli had already opened her eyes, staring intently at the place where we were making love,
breathing , constantly muttering in a panicked voice, "Is it enough? Is it enough?"
She also said mine was too long, afraid I would penetrate too deeply and hurt her.
After less than five minutes of hesitation, my glans finally reached the bottom. At this point, Teacher Guli's crotch
was The magnificent thickness and the intense fullness of the penis,
along with the friction of her vaginal mucosa being scraped, caused her to secrete a torrent of fluid.
She had never experienced such intense pleasure in her life, making her scalp tingle. The unprecedented depth,
not to mention the intense orgasms she had never felt before, made her doubt herself: what were her
more than twenty compared to being forced to ejaculate without even moving when a child forced a penis inside
her?
Just as Bahargul was questioning her existence, the glans entered her deepest, most intimate place, pressing against her
cervix. The sensation of that tender flesh being touched by a foreign object for the first time—a stinging pain mixed with a strange pleasure—
exploded in her mind, causing her buttocks to spasm instinctively and lift upwards.
After a brief, silent scream, Ms. Guli's mature face flushed crimson.
She quickly covered her mouth, her forehead already beaded with sweat. She frantically pushed against my stomach, pleading in a sweet voice that she'd gone all the way and
begged me to stop.
Her reaction filled me with a sense of pride. I glanced down smugly; only
two-thirds of the way , about 13 centimeters. A woman's vagina is normally about 12 centimeters long. When a woman is sexually aroused,
the uterus rises, and the labia minora swell, extending the vaginal canal to about 15 centimeters. Bahargul's was on
the shorter side.
I didn't have that much in-depth knowledge at the time; I just felt a little regretful that it wasn't fully inserted. So I pulled Ms. Guli's
two stockinged thighs into my arms, using her plump buttocks to hold the remaining length, supporting
one of her small feet on one shoulder. My thick penis, lubricated by her vaginal fluids, slid smoothly in and out, and I slowly moved back and forth.
Withdraw, insert.
In just one round, Teacher Guli pointed her toes, her calves clamping tightly around my neck, moaning with a mixture of pain and pleasure.
After a few more thrusts, she could no longer suppress the seductive, silken sounds of pleasure.
Reason told her that she couldn't show such shameful behavior while being raped, but immersed in the waves of pleasure
, feeling the incredibly clear friction and thrusting, the intense sensation of the flesh outside her body scraping against her clitoris,
the excessive fullness and pulling sensation of her vagina being stretched by the thick, long thing, all made her completely unable to suppress her animalistic
instincts .
The burning, stinging pain from the beating on her buttocks earlier—the pain that had forced her to submit to violence—was temporarily forgotten in
the pleasure moment.
"Mmm...mmm..." Teacher Guli believed she was being forced, so reason prevented her from making a sound.
Even so, she endured until the veins on her neck bulged, resisting with difficulty, but still unable to suppress the soft
moans, her dignity only making these seductive cries seem suppressed.
Each thrust throbbed her core, making her heart tremble. Overwhelmed by the relentless penetration, she panicked,
clinging desperately to the boy's arm for any semblance of security.
After thirty or forty thrusts, my height made penetration less effective, so I climbed onto the table, pressing down on Guli's legs
, folding her alluring body up, and began thrusting vertically downwards in a jackhammer-like motion. Simultaneously, I brought her
rounded thighs together again, opening her calves, and then reached down to grasp her large, white, round
breasts, kneading them. I greedily lowered my head, sucking hard on her engorged nipples, while my right
index finger and thumb gently pinched and rubbed them.
Because of the position, Ms. Guli's thighs were completely pressed against her stomach, pressed tightly together, while
her calves were spread apart on either side of her head. I bent her to the extreme, so that her supple waist arched like a shrimp, her
tailbone and buttocks floating in the air. I penetrated even deeper, almost completely inside!
My violent movements seemed to be nailing Ms. Guli to the desk!
Streams of electric-like stimulation shot through Ms. Guli's entire body. She breathed heavily, her toes pointed as if she
were about to cramp, her whole body trembling and twisting restlessly. Her cervix was being pushed hard into her abdomen by the head of my penis, it hurt terribly, the pain
made her face pale and her features contorted.
"It hurts! Hiss~ Ah…! Don't go too deep—my uterus…my uterus is going to be ruptured!" Ms. Guli
screamed hoarsely, the piercing pain making her feel no pleasure. As soon as she
finished speaking, *plop*, my second ejaculation poured into the mature uterus of a woman who had carried a daughter.
This time, Ms. Guli did not orgasm, because it was too painful. This also caused her some psychological trauma, diluting
the pleasurable memories of the intense sexual pleasure she had previously experienced.
Afterwards, I made her spread her legs, using her hands to pry open her vagina, which was gushing with semen, so I could take pictures. She could only
shamefully spread her legs and open her vagina for me to photograph, while sobbing and asking if I was done, begging me
to let her go.
Her expression was somewhat aggrieved, and I couldn't guess the reason—it was because I had promised to make her feel good, but it had caused her pain.
She was already terrified of my penis.
I didn't intend to let her go, even though she was crying her heart out. Having tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time, I wasn't willing to stop
there ; I could fuck her all night!
I took the teacher's phone and threatened her to deal with both our families before we started making love again.
I swept the useless paper, ink, pens, and textbooks off the table to make more space, then
mounted her , sucking on her nipples while one hand slid down her breasts, brushing over her snow-white, fleshy belly.
After touching her wet, dark pubic hair a few times, my hand moved to her thick labia. The two dark, sticky
labia slightly parted. I parted them and pressed my hand against her delicate, dark red clitoris, rubbing it.
"Oh...no...ah..." Stimulated by this, Teacher Guli clenched her fists tightly, her legs
involuntarily clamping and releasing, clamping and releasing again. Her tense arms were tucked between her ribs, unintentionally making her breasts more prominent,
and her head swayed erratically from side to side.
After playing with her for a while, my penis was almost bursting with hardness. I hurriedly took off her high heels, grabbed one of
Teacher beautiful feet covered in stockings, and while playing with it, I unceremoniously thrust my penis into her
vagina.
"Ah! Oh..." This thing had already entered and exited her body many times; Teacher Guli already knew
the danger . The muscles in her legs tensed tightly, and she pushed against my hips with both hands, afraid that I would recklessly thrust in all the way and
rupture her uterus. Of course, that's impossible.
Fortunately, I was smart enough to try and satisfy Teacher Guli this time. Giving a woman sexual satisfaction is every
man's glory.
"Gurgle~ Gurgle~" Teacher Guli's lower body was a mixture of semen and copious amounts of vaginal fluid, and her vagina was tighter than
her age , making a wet, squelching sound as soon as I started thrusting.
I controlled my penis, making sure each thrust reached Teacher Guli's cervix, a gentle touch and a rubbing motion. With each thrust, Teacher Guli couldn't help but tremble and let out a soft cry.
It was an uncontrollable cry, so I had to stuff her bra into her mouth. Even though the soundproofing was good
and we were far from the security guard, I felt guilty and was afraid of being discovered.
I thrust seventy or eighty times in one go. Teacher Guli was drenched in sweat, her alluring wine-red hair clinging
to her cheeks, a blush spreading across her fair face. One leg was raised high over my shoulder,
swaying back and forth with each thrust, her exquisitely stockinged foot swaying alluringly in the air. Her other stockinged leg was wrapped around
my lower back, her toes pointed, unconsciously helping me push back and forth.
"Uh...uh...uh...uh...uh..." I began to thrust deeply, each time pulling my penis to the entrance of her
vagina , then plunging it in forcefully before it fully closed, widening it back into a passage the size of my penis,
forcing her to repeatedly experience the feeling of her vagina being stretched to its unprecedented limits.
Although I didn't penetrate all the way in, my scrotum still slapped against Teacher Guli's buttocks; otherwise, how could I have ejaculated
so much? The sounds of slapping echoed, and Teacher Guli let out an instinctive groan. I thought, if her
mouth hadn't been gagged, she would have screamed the loudest.
Teacher Guli could no longer contain her excitement. The fine veins in her neck
throbbed . Waves of intense pleasure overwhelmed her, and suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her lower back as another powerful orgasm
arrived, a torrent of vaginal fluid gushing from deep within her vagina.
My assault did not cease.
"Ugh—ugh—" Each low growl from Teacher Guli was accompanied by a sense of hysteria.
The slightly tightened, and during the orgasm, her entire body stiffened, convulsing uncontrollably.
"Ugh, ugh, mmm mmm mmm…!"
I could only feel the warm current in Teacher Guli's vagina, followed by another series of violent contractions…
This was an immediate, relentless barrage of orgasms. Each time I penetrated deeply, it felt as if a
small mouth was trying to swallow my glans. Streams of vaginal fluid, like an old-fashioned well pump, flowed from her vagina down her buttocks onto the desk with each
withdrawal , then slowly trickled down to the edge of the desk, finally
dripping onto the floor.
The fine blue veins on Teacher Guli's neck gradually spread to her forehead during the intense sex...
Orgasms came and went, and it was pitch black outside the office.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but the woman lying on the desk felt a burning pain in her lower body. That incredibly persistent
penis was still thrusting in and out of her. Her whole body was flushed with a sickly redness, just like her ecstatic face.
Her body was like an overloaded furnace, continuously responding to her partner's every whim. She was completely
paralyzed , her eyes slightly rolled back, drool dripping from her bra-stuffed mouth, her tongue feeling stiff, only
mechanically emitting soft, hoarse growls from her throat.
After my fourth ejaculation inside Teacher Guli, I quickly thrust a few more times, lowered her legs, and pulled
out my penis. The moment it was pulled out, a large amount of cloudy, sticky fluid gushed out.
Both Ms. Guli and I were as if we'd been pulled out of water, but she, who had only been enjoying herself, seemed more exhausted. She
was sweat, which had dried and then soaked again, a sticky mixture of fishy and sweaty smells. But because I'd ejaculated so much
, my sense of smell was dulled, so I put my penis back in, captivated by the wonderful feeling of being tightly gripped by her vagina.
I pressed my penis against her cervix, lying on top of her, and asked with great satisfaction, "Hoo... Teacher, was that satisfying?"
Ms. Guli's face was pale after this orgasm, a sign of overindulgence. She was so languid that her eyes
were sluggish, a slight blush appearing on her pale face, but she turned her head away, ignoring me.
I didn't care about her haughty demeanor, because her disheveled appearance had already given her away. After a while, I
pulled out my penis. My energy seemed inexhaustible. I patted Ms. Guli's buttocks, signaling her to kneel on the desk
for another round.
Teacher Guli was immediately terrified. Her face paled, and she pulled the bra out of her mouth, stammering as she answered
the question, "It felt...it felt good." Then, tears welled up in her eyes with shame, and she pouted, wanting to cry again. She
felt utterly humiliated for submitting to lewdness; she had lost all self-respect.
"Where did it feel good?" I paused for a moment, then immediately laughed along.
"Just...just where you're inserting it." Biting her lip, Bahargul answered shamefully, tears streaming down her face.
"Teacher, don't talk nonsense. Where am I inserting it from this far away? Even the police
wouldn't !" I grinned, waving my penis, and took two steps back, utterly gloating.
"You..." Teacher Guli wiped away her tears listlessly, opening her dry mouth as if to speak but then stopping.
She subconsciously looked down at her swollen, dark vulva; her two large, dark labia majora, like blooming black roses, were
exaggeratedly everted, almost touching her inner thighs. Her bright red labia minora, along with a small portion of the vaginal wall, were exposed to the air
, still not retracted. If it happened again... her vaginal mucosa would probably be torn off!
"You...you penetrated my vagina while I was giving birth!" Guli didn't want to be ruined,
so she steeled herself, disregarding her age and pride. Her eyes closed, her eyelashes trembling nervously, she almost cried out in shame.
"Hehe, Teacher, I want to penetrate you again, okay?"
"Ah?!" Guli was both frightened and angry. She had already humbled herself so much, and this brat
wanted to do it again?!
"You lied to me! You liar, you you you—you'll die a horrible death!" She was truly enraged, her words
rapid and harsh.
"Teacher, don't talk nonsense! Think about it yourself, what did I promise you?" I wasn't angry, after all,
she had already done this to me.
"Of course I promised—"
Of course I promised… uh, right? Promised what?
Guli racked her brains, then suddenly fell silent, blinking. It seemed she had been too scared and misunderstood
that the other person wanted to do it again because she hadn't satisfied herself… So, another… another time?!
Swallowing nervously, Guli stared at the thin boy's erect penis with immense worry and fear.
"No... Teacher really can't come... Please, please..." Guli had
given up hope, pleading in a low voice, even consciously trying to soften the other person's heart with
a soft, coquettish tone.
Of course, she would never admit that she was being coquettish. How could a middle-aged woman like herself possibly be
coquettish with a man?
Especially since the other person was just a teenager!
She numbed herself with this illusion, using the body of a self-proclaimed independent and capable, aloof female teacher, to do
something she might never have imagined in her life—yes, it was the very tactic that those little women who liked
to rely on .
...
Despite the burning pain in her vagina, after receiving a few light slaps to her buttocks and with my promise
to gentle with her penis, she obediently knelt down. Her stockings were wet and sticky, clinging to her large buttocks. With her buttocks raised,
the two muscular, droopy labia, looking utterly wanton,
were exposed between the torn stockings and the thick, glistening white pubic hair.
After doing all this, Guli slumped limply onto the table, her breasts and cheek pressed against it.
She was truly exhausted.
A surge of pleasure welled up inside me. Even though she looked disheveled now—her wet hair a mess,
her makeup smudged by sweat and tears, a gaudy, unattractive mess, even repulsive—her former
beautiful image completely shattered, her stunningly large, raised buttocks alone were enough to drive me wild with desire.
Most importantly, the way she looked filled me with a sense of conquest.
Guli noticed me staring intently at her profile. She paused, then quickly touched her
cheek, realizing how unsightly she must look. Feeling embarrassed, she
buried her face in the table, gritting her teeth, and said, "Are you coming or not? If not, let me go..."
"Hey, Guli, you don't seem to care about your image in front of me, do you? Are you starting to like my
dick ?" I teased her smugly.
"You..."
"But it doesn't matter. Even if you're disfigured, I'll still fuck
you hard for that amazing ass!" I ran my fingers over her swollen, red buttocks, speaking lewdly with certainty.
Bahargul's buttocks were already swollen from the spanking, and the skin there was more sensitive than she had imagined,
stinging at the slightest touch. But this light, fleeting touch unexpectedly drew all her attention;
the sensation was so acute. The boy's verbal provocation combined with this heightened tactile sensitivity sent shivers down her
spine .
She felt her vagina become wet again within seconds, faster than ever before…
"You, you think saying things like that will make the teacher… happy?!" Guli shouted fiercely,
her body trembling. Suddenly, she screamed in terror, because this bastard boy had actually… had actually drawn circles around her
anus with his fingertip!
"Don't play with my asshole! That's where you poop... Ah!" Guli trembled like a leaf, screaming,
"I know you, you... what are you planning! You just want me to change my opinion of you, to please me
... Yes! Please me so you can do whatever you want to me in the future~! Hiss..." Guli's tone was rapid, her breathing disordered and
incoherent, and in the end she even believed herself, with a contemptuous expression that said, "Luckily I saw through your plan."
"Damn! You're amazing!" I never thought that the usually serious teacher would have such a bizarre idea!
"Just as I thought! We agreed to only do it this once! I absolutely will not agree to it!"
You want to fuck me every day in the future?!
Ejaculate in my uterus at will?!
Absolutely not!
Guli looked like she had discovered my intentions, her voice high-pitched and sharp as she sternly refused, but there was a
strange and intense color in her eyes, as excited as during her previous orgasms. She was kneeling on the desk like a female dog
, her buttocks raised, looking back at me with a flushed face. The way her cunt kept contracting, squeezing out semen from deep inside her vagina,
was hardly convincing.
Na?ve and inexperienced, I didn't realize this teacher was being hypocritical, deceiving herself about her
masochistic tendencies. Of course, while women may have masochistic potential, this one was clearly a prime example.
At the time, I simply thought that since her cunt had been nearly destroyed in the last round, this level of
vaginal contraction was something she couldn't do before. Was it because she had rested and recovered?
My mind was in turmoil. I smeared some semen around her anus with my
fingers and started probing. Soon, a finger was inserted, and I began tentatively thrusting. Teacher Guli almost
collapsed , letting out a loud fart after a few thrusts, making me wince in disgust.
"Teacher, are you a stinky fart? It's disgusting!" I instantly lost interest in her anus. When
I saw the slight yellowing under her fingernails, I completely lost interest in anal sex.
"You... it's just because your stomach hasn't been feeling well lately! Besides, you were the one who insisted on picking it out... and you even thought I was disgusting!
You... you... you're the one who's even more disgusting, deformed!" Guli retorted angrily, her anus violated and
humiliated . She was gradually becoming less afraid of the other person.
"Alright, teacher, stop fucking yelling. Put your bra back in your mouth. If you call anyone, we'll both be finished!"
I also felt my penis was ugly and cursed irritably.
And it seemed that I hadn't used violence for a while, so Teacher Guli wasn't so afraid of me anymore. She even
glared at me fiercely before consciously putting her bra back in her mouth, adjusting her knees, raising her buttocks
, and getting into position, ready to be fucked.
I paused, a ridiculous feeling washing over me. This old slut didn't look like she'd been raped at all...
Shaking my head to shake off the absurdity, I climbed up and lifted Guli's soft, plump waist, then
smoothly inserted my glans into her swollen, thick flesh with a "plop." It felt tighter than before, probably because
her vaginal cavity was also swollen. However, it seemed she'd been through too much, as her physiological contractions were very weak, though the sensation of penetration was
roughly the same.
After a quick internal assessment, I followed the agreement, arching my back slightly, then pressing down on her buttocks to squeeze...
Together, we increased the length available for penetration from the outside.
"Ah...uh...uh..." Teacher Guli could only groan muffledly with her mouth gagged. She was
almost knocked over by the impact of this entry from another angle; the curved shape of the penis made the point of contact completely different from that of frontal penetration.
Guli's cervix was being pushed so hard that she rolled her eyes, experiencing another kind of intense sexual stimulation!
I reached under Teacher Guli, grasped her breasts as handles, and began to slowly thrust in and out,
mainly grinding her cervix. Even with such gentleness, the point of contact made a "sizzling" sound. Guli bit down hard on her bra,
secreting copious amounts of vaginal fluid, her limbs trembling as she struggled to support herself, and soon she was covered in sweat again.
After a while, I began to thrust. Guli's hands went limp, and her breasts slammed onto the table, hurting her front teeth and
cutting her lips. She didn't care about the fishy taste and pain emanating from her mouth,
panting heavily like a bellows, letting out a deep, muffled growl from her throat.
It felt like riding a wild, untamed female dog.
Finally, during another orgasm with Ms. Guli, I
ejaculated hot semen into her uterus amidst the contractions of her vagina. Ms. Guli trembled uncontrollably; she had lost control of her bladder, or perhaps she was squirting,
gushing out a thick, clear liquid. Her buttocks throbbed dramatically, trying to break free from my
control, and I don't know where she got the strength from.
One can only say that animal instincts are incredibly powerful.
At 12:30 AM, I had raped Ms. Guli for almost six hours. Of course, the five ejaculations combined took
less than two hours; most of the time was wasted on coercing her at the beginning. After taking the photos, I
nervously said goodbye to Ms. Guli and left to stay at a friend's house. As for what to do next, I
felt only panic and confusion. I couldn't sleep that night, agonizingly awaiting the judgment the next day.
As for Ms. Guli, I have no idea how she cleaned up the mess afterward.
...
A stream of milky white semen flowed from between Teacher Guli's swollen labia. Her vulva was surrounded by a
thick white discharge, most of which had been rubbed into curd-like, milky-white granules by the intense intercourse.
She was very flexible, so she maintained a "duck sit" position with her buttocks and inner thighs pressed against the table for over ten
minutes before regaining some strength. She managed to sit up, her body weak and limp, licking the wound on the inside of her lips, and
began to stare blankly. Her eyes weren't deathly gray, though that was the look one would expect after being raped.
She frowned, her gaze complex as she lowered her head, staring blankly at her genitals. The white discharge slowly congealed and scabbed
over , making her vulva feel suffocated. Even the area from her inner thighs to her calves, and her mons pubis, were covered with
a layer of yellowish-white semen stains.
Looking at the mess on the table around her, and smelling the pungent odor filling the small office, she asked herself,
"Resentment Yes, but what about the other complex emotions? A mix of emotions washed over her
after this… intensely passionate, frenzied sex.
She didn't want to use the word "intensely passionate"—well…it was more like an endless, agonizing purgatory of orgasms! Her soul, in this sexual encounter, was like a small boat in a storm, constantly tossed high into the air, then plummeting down, only to be tossed back up again… 　　Before today, she'd thought that some foreign woman with a strange illness experiencing hundreds of orgasms a day was just a sensationalist media gimmick , but after today, she had no choice but to believe it. She　　'd orgasmed more than ten times tonight…and later, her 　　uterus ached during climax. The intertwined pleasure and pain made her certain she would never forget this horrifying, bone-deep sensation. That terrifyingly energetic brat had abused her, raped her, repeatedly and brutally ejaculating inside her …making her tremble with pleasure, and what about her? And yet , each time, she , forcefully releasing her vaginal fluids and eggs into him. Even when she told him not to ejaculate inside, he showed no concept of the complications that might result in pregnancy. 　　She hadn't urged him; she was ovulating, a high-risk period for fertilization! 　　And him? 　　Because it was rape, he recklessly ejaculated, young and naive, shamelessly spraying thick streams of semen into her uterus without any sense of responsibility. What a 　　selfish brat! 　　Bahargul gritted her teeth in anger, her face contorted with misery. 　　She touched her lower abdomen, thinking: it would probably take a long time to clear the semen from her uterus. Although she was nearing menopause, she could still get pregnant… and with this level of forceful ejaculation, it was impossible . 　　She began to sob, her cries echoing in the dark office and corridor. Anyone who heard her would likely shudder and conjure up images of horror stories. 　　Bahargul cried more and more, feeling increasingly sorrowful. Her chaotic thoughts began to wander: advanced maternal age was very dangerous , and her daughter was almost thirty. What terrible consequences would it have if people found out she, a woman old enough to be a grandmother, was pregnant? What kind of social stigma would it cause? She had always cherished her reputation as a respectable person. After all, a person's life is all about appearances. She had upheld her virtues to this day, even though her husband had been impotent for years and had suffered from premature ejaculation for over a decade, she had never cheated on him with any other man. 　　Thinking of this, Bahargul's face darkened. She heavily stroked her slightly swollen abdomen, determined that no one else could know. 　　It's worth mentioning that this was the first time she had felt her uterus swell from being penetrated so deeply. This novel and erotic experience made her face burn. 　　A thought suddenly formed in her mind: this probably wouldn't be the last time she experienced this feeling of fullness. 　　Because this brat would probably... definitely... use the nude photos to blackmail her, wantonly , without any hesitation about ejaculating inside her! 　　Thinking this, her vagina and uterus suddenly contracted, and a small stream of thick, snot-like white fluid was squeezed out, so thick that some parts were even bubbly... 　　followed by pain from the aggravated wound. 　　Hiss... 　　Although her vagina hurt, her lower body itched, and a sickly blush , her phoenix eyes shimmering with a seductive ripple.

When alone, most people's expressions don't lie, and Bahargul herself had no
idea how much impact that deformed, beaded penis had on her psyche, how profound its influence.
Body and soul forge humanity, but ultimately, it's a chicken-and-egg relationship. The body can
survive without a soul, but the soul cannot exist without a body. All human perception and emotion are, in essence,
non-material products formed by the material form of the brain and the transmission of nerves—the so-called soul, thought, and
spiritual realm.
Otherwise, why would 99% of people spend their lives pursuing external material enjoyment to
gain spiritual satisfaction, instead of directly achieving self-satisfaction on a spiritual level?
Simply put, you can't achieve self-satisfaction just by thinking about it; you need to masturbate to stimulate the body,
which in turn stimulates and satisfies the soul and spirit. Take, for example, the importance of harmony between the sexes in marriage.
Women who don't achieve physical satisfaction are prone to irritability and impatience, lacking a sense of happiness and
security, and won't show their submissive, submissive side to their husbands. Men, on the other hand, will cheat once they lose interest in their partners. Frankly, it's
physical instinct that influences people's thoughts and judgments.
If morality were effective, there wouldn't be so many immoral men and women, and the world wouldn't have deteriorated to its current state.
As times progress, when people no longer need to worry about food or find happiness in being well-fed, they pursue
deeper levels of enjoyment. Therefore, only when people are truly abundant in external things, including physical and material comforts,
can their intellectual and spiritual levels rise.
This is why people in developed countries generally have higher levels of education and awareness, and their sexual attitudes are
generally more open—because they take the satisfaction of their instincts for granted.
Bahargul's sexual poverty is so severe that it transformed her from a quiet and reserved young woman into
a sharp-tongued and sarcastic persona, a veritable shrew. Therefore, once this need is met, the impact on her inner self
is immense.
Morality can only bind her for a moment. Once she falls back into a state of sexual impoverishment, she will fully
understand what she needs, what her true nature is, and how much she will pay to achieve satisfaction.
Those who cannot escape the material world are ultimately lowly and fragile beings; the difference in intelligence is merely
a matter of being at the worst and worse.
It was past 3 a.m.
Bahargul finally managed to clean up the scene, enduring the burning pain in her groin. She stayed overnight at a hotel, washing off the stains before
bed , throwing away her stockings, and wiping the inside of her high heels with toilet paper… well, she
had lost so much bodily fluid. She washed her clothes and hung them to dry on the windowsill. The next day, after her husband went to work
, she returned home half-damp, limping unsteadily. She immediately took three days off, then went to bed and fell into a deep
sleep, snoring loudly—clearly, she was exhausted.
She slept until her husband came home in the evening. She woke briefly, then made an excuse that she wasn't feeling well, didn't eat, and
went back to sleep. Her husband wasn't too worried;
their relationship consisted only of a sliver of affection and habit of each other's presence. Given this, and especially since Bahargul was usually quite assertive and had a bad temper,
her husband actually hoped she would stay sick for a couple more days so there would be some peace at home.
She slept until late the next morning. When she woke up, Guli lay in bed for another hour, her mind filled with mixed emotions as she thought about
the previous night. Afterward, she wasn't too worried. After all, it was just a brat; at most, he'd threaten her with those nude photos.
As long as she satisfied him, the reputation issue wasn't a concern, because it wouldn't benefit either of them.
He wouldn't want to go to jail, would he?
And if she cooperated, he probably wouldn't hit her again.
Understanding this, Guli felt less heavy-hearted. She hadn't slept so soundly in a long time, and the
refreshed feeling made her more positive, even a little happy. She lazily got out of bed,
carefully avoiding aggravating the stinging pain in her groin. After washing up in the bathroom, her stomach growling with hunger, she hummed a tune
as she started cooking. Then she realized this shouldn't be
the reaction of a raped woman. She knew she had just been raped like a wanton slut. She cursed herself for her shamelessness, constantly
telling herself that this incident only brought resentment and helplessness, along with the unbearable memories of the previous night.
She felt good only because she hadn't been strangled and wouldn't be ruined.
Yes.
While eating breakfast, Guli believed her own words. Lost in thought, she didn't notice
the obvious change in her appearance, and the even more dramatic changes to come…
For the next week, Guli dreamt countless times every night of the night she was raped, the dreams incredibly vivid.
Many details remained clear upon waking. It was understandable; the experience that day was simply too unforgettable. Occasionally, she would wake up
in a cold sweat, mostly because she dreamt of being abused. Of course, most of her dreams were
based on pleasurable scenes of penetration and ejaculation. Then, she would wake up in the middle of the night with an unbearable hot and itchy feeling in her groin. The long, lonely
nights made it even harder for her to fall asleep, and the unbearable torment made her even more miserable.
On the third day, she slept separately from her dead-headed husband. After all, sleeping together was just a habit,
and they didn't have sex. They even slept facing different sides, so it was better to sleep alone. At least she could touch herself, right?
After a week of rest, Bahargul decided to stop hiding. If she was threatened with further sexual abuse, there was nothing
she could do . She still had to go to work, live a normal life, and get everything back on track. Teaching and nurturing students
... that was what she became a teacher for in the first place. The longer she missed classes, the greater the impact.
Besides, that child was already doing so poorly in school. In fact, because of her previous inappropriate attitude, he never listened in her classes
, which was why he knew nothing about English. This was her dereliction of duty.
Guli reflected on herself. After all, he was just a child, not inherently bad. Perhaps it was the children from single-parent families
who seemed somewhat unruly. Although he had already made an irreversible mistake, the damage was done. If she
had guided him properly, he would have seen the error of his ways, thus preventing him from going astray as an adult and
becoming a social outcast, ultimately leading to a regrettable end.
How much of a failure would her teaching be then?
The more Guli thought about it, the more she felt a misplaced sense of responsibility. This responsibility was like a fig leaf, preventing her from feeling
ashamed , timid, or unable to face the humiliating situation where she had no self-respect. Thinking deeply, she even felt that it was because she hadn't done enough.
Her concern for him, her lack of tolerance, and her insufficient patience led to all of that. Therefore, she began to believe,
and grew increasingly convinced, that
she needed to get along well with Xia Xiaobai.
To the greatest extent possible, to use everything she had to influence him… well, that was an art. Knowing how to educate,
she felt that one couldn't simply tolerate him; that was spoiling, a form of stifling. The first step should be to establish authority
. But she could say she'd lost face in front of Xia Xiaobai, so… with him, useless shame was unnecessary.
She could then take control of the relationship again. Besides, that boy had such a strong sex drive; she needed to help
channel it , so shame was even less necessary.
Guli thought this mattered naturally.
It was like candy; the boy, having tasted it for the first time, would probably be addicted for a while. So
… she would teach him according to his nature, using sex, which he liked, as a reward, a crucial factor in guiding their relationship.
Of course , the goal was to help him improve his grades and moral values—it was for his own good.
The lectures should be given when he was in the best mood, when he received the candy, so as
not to provoke resistance.
Bahargul smiled warmly, feeling incredibly noble, repaying evil with kindness—
the priceless quality of a good teacher.
Her plan to save the "bad girl" was gradually perfecting itself in her mind; Bahargul couldn't wait.
...
However, so much had happened this week. Teacher Guli would never know why I hadn't become obsessed with her body
as hoped. I hadn't bothered her as promised!
Surely...I couldn't just offer myself up, could I?
I'd wait a little longer; teaching requires patience.
Teacher Guli was completely baffled and could only make this decision.
Heh, little did she know that the two women in my household were just like me,
their libido , and I, having tasted the same fruit, was even more
alluring to them than poppies...
...
My name is Xia Xiaobai. In one week, I've had sexual relations with three women in a row, as if in a dream.
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