My sex education teacher, Aunt Wen!

My sex education teacher, Aunt Wen! My hometown is a remote small county town. There aren't many high-rise buildings in the town; most residents still live in old-style alleyways. When I first entered my senior year of high school, my exam results were pretty good, so my family was relatively lenient with me. However, there weren't many entertainment options back then. Every day after school, I would play soccer with my classmates and occasionally go to an internet cafe—that was our entire leisure time. But one day, I unexpectedly discovered something that changed all my free time. One day after school, we discussed going to an internet cafe. One classmate said that his family was being strict lately and he didn't have enough money, so he had to go to his grandfather's house to ask for some. So, we all rode our bicycles to meet him. His grandfather's house was in an alleyway in the old town. The alleyway was very narrow and messy, with doors facing all directions. Because the courtyards were quite small, many houses didn't get any sunlight, and clothes were hung outside to dry after washing. I believe many of you have seen this situation before; it's nothing unusual. As we rode past a south-facing house, a patch of red under a tree caught my eye. Upon closer inspection, it was a red bra, one of those demi-cup bras (I only learned the term now). It was very sexy, with pretty lace trim and narrow straps. Because we were riding, I couldn't see very clearly, but I was certain that this was the only bra I was wearing; the rest of my clothes were just my usual attire. But that was enough. The weather here in September is still quite hot, but nothing could compare to the heat and inexplicable excitement I felt inside. From then on, I rarely went to internet cafes. I spent almost all my free time cycling. Of course, my purpose wasn't cycling itself; I rode through the streets and alleys, constantly searching for new targets—bras. Of course, I couldn't just wander around aimlessly. I mainly focused on around 1 pm, because there were fewer people on the streets then; most people were taking a nap. After a few days, I figured out a few places in our area where women's bras were frequently seen. So, I made a bold decision: to strike. I know this is wrong, immoral, even a bit perverted, but I just can't suppress my restless heart. These past few nights, I've been going to bed very late every night, my mind filled with all sorts of beautiful lingerie. Sometimes I even have to masturbate twice before I can fall asleep (I was young back then). In the end, I still set my sights on the place that first sparked these thoughts, because it's relatively secluded and easier to do. At 1:30, half an hour before school, a time when people are most likely to be sleepy, I arrived on time. This time, I wasn't disappointed. On the rope outside the door hung a set of light blue underwear. I parked my bike by the roadside, tiptoed to the door, pretended to tie my shoelaces, and looked around to make sure no one was watching. I quickly took the underwear down, and even after getting it, I don't know how I got to my bike. It was only a few steps. I put it in the black bag I had prepared beforehand, quickly got on my bike, and almost fell off several times because I was nervous. Finally, I found a place I thought was safe, took out the underwear, and smelled it. It smelled amazing! I didn't know if it was perfume or a woman's natural scent, but the smell stimulated my brain, making me incredibly excited. Since I was outside, I didn't dare linger and went to school. Even after arriving at school and sitting in the classroom, this feeling didn't subside. I couldn't concentrate on the lesson at all, and then a bold and irrational idea popped into my head. I secretly took my underwear out of my desk. Seeing my deskmate staring at the blackboard, I quickly stuffed the underwear into my own and put it on my engorged penis. Since it was summer, this wasn't difficult, and I spent a blissful yet unbearable afternoon with it erect. After school, I went home and acted normally: I ate, did my homework, took a shower, and went to bed. Of course, I did all this much faster than usual. After lying down on the bed, I took out the bra and inhaled deeply, finding it incredibly comfortable. That's when I realized the bra was quite large; although it was only a half-cup, it covered half my face. After smelling it for a while, I couldn't resist any longer. I picked up the panties and started masturbating my throbbing penis. The feeling was much better than simply masturbating. I rubbed the inside of the panties, covering the vulva, against my glans. Before long, I ejaculated, shooting all over the panties. Wiping my glans with the panties afterward felt much better than using paper. But I figured I'd have to find a chance to throw the panties away. I thought to myself, "I can't ejaculate on the bras, or I'll have to throw them away too." Once I started, I couldn't stop. Later, I gradually became bolder. After succeeding several times, I had more bras than I cherished. I tried them all, regardless of the type of underwear or stockings. After ejaculating, I'd throw them away and find new ones. However, I kept the light blue bra from my first successful attempt without ever ejaculating on it. During the National Day holiday, I thought I'd have plenty of time, so I went out after lunch. But after wandering around for ages, I couldn't find anything. When I finally found one, the style was awful. After doing this so many times, my taste has become dull, hehehehe. I wandered around again and ended up at the same store I'd been to before. To be honest, I didn't want to come here again because I'd already succeeded several times. But I knew this store had items almost every day, and the styles were all very sexy. So, an image of a sexy and clean young woman popped into my mind. Sure enough, this time I wasn't disappointed. Not only were there items, but there were many—red, pink, and black sets of underwear hanging everywhere. I was so excited, I couldn't resist buying some. After parking my car on the side of the road, I went to the store and squatted down to tie my shoelaces. While tying them, I wondered whether to take them all or just one set. Thinking about the seven-day holiday, and the only bra I had left, I decided to take them all. Zhan got up and started picking off the clothes. Just as I touched the second item, the half-open door suddenly opened, startling me so much my head buzzed. A woman in her thirties walked out. "What are you doing?" she asked. Thankfully, it wasn't a man. I composed myself and blurted out the excuse I'd already prepared, which wasn't really an excuse: "I was just passing by, and when I stood up to tie my shoelaces, I bumped into the rope and knocked your clothes off. I picked them up and hung them back up for you." Oh... then why was only the clothes off, and the hanger is still up? "Wow, that's clever," I stammered, not knowing what to say. Just then, the young woman spoke up, "Stop making things up, stop making things up. This isn't the first time. I specially brought a chair here to wait for you today." I thought to myself, "I'm doomed this time. I know I shouldn't come again after so many times, but I just couldn't resist." Then the young woman said, "Come in with me. These clothes are dry, so don't hang them up anymore. Take them all down and bring them in." She turned and went inside. I was thinking, "My chance has come! I'd better slip away quickly." But then the young woman's voice came from inside the door, "Don't try to run away. I recognize you. You're from Class 8 of the first year of high school, right?" Oh my god, no wonder she looked familiar. I was so scared just now, but now I remember, she's Ms. Wen, our senior year English teacher, the object of every boy's lust in school. She lives here... After taking off my clothes and going inside, I found she was alone. I wasn't so nervous anymore. Oh well, might as well let it go. I took a closer look at Ms. Wen. She was wearing slippers and a short skirt, revealing her long, fair legs. She was also wearing a long-sleeved top.The white shirt clearly showed a pink bra underneath, still the half-cup type, and her proud breasts squeezed out a deep cleavage. "What are you looking at?" Just as I was deeply immersed in the "cleavage", Teacher Wen's voice came, "Hehe, teacher, are you catching a thief, or, or..." I don't know what went wrong, but I said this, and sure enough, Teacher Wen came over and pinched my ear. "Still not behaving? I'll call your parents to school after school starts." "No, teacher, you can punish me however you want, but please don't call my parents, and don't take it to school." This scared me. "Hehe, you know how to be scared now, how dare you steal my underwear?" "Hmm? Judging from your tone, you don't seem very angry, so I relaxed a little and said, "Teacher, at that time, I just acted on impulse, it just felt very exciting." "Just exciting?" "Hmph, I think you're just driven by lust, but you're at that age, so I don't want to do anything to you. Just answer my questions honestly, and I won't tell anyone. When did you start this bad habit?" "Um... the first time was when I stole from you." "Huh? No way, I'm so unlucky, you don't only steal from me, do you?" "No, I steal from other places too, but I steal the most from you." "Why do you always come to me?" "Because you air out your bra almost every day, and yours is the prettiest." "You're quite the charmer. Do you remember how much you stole from me?" "Well... I don't remember." "How much did you steal? You can't even count it all?" "No, no, I threw it all away after using it." "Used it? You... you used it for masturbation?" "After the teacher finished speaking, she kicked me in the butt." "Hmm, but that light blue one is useless, I've kept it." "Why?" "It's the first one." "Ugh, you still keep it as a souvenir? I'm so angry! Okay, go home now. I just took the kid to his grandma's this morning, I'm a little tired. I'll bring it back tomorrow. If you don't come, then see you at school!" A threat, a blatant threat. Seeing my somewhat indignant expression, the teacher actually teased me, "What, you're not happy? Do you know how much those underwear cost? You just ruined them all like that. Do you think you can get away with this without being punished? Tomorrow at one o'clock in the afternoon, come or not, go away." I immediately deflated like a punctured balloon and slunk out of her house, got on my bike and rode away. The next day at one o'clock in the afternoon, I arrived at her house on time with the bra. The door wasn't locked, so I just walked in. Seeing that she was home alone, I took out the bra and handed it to her. "Why is there only a bra? Where are the panties?" "I used it." "Didn't you say you didn't save it?" "Oh, maybe I didn't explain clearly yesterday. I used the underwear the same day I got home." "You little rascal, I'll punish you severely today. Go wash my clothes. You don't like my clothes, do you? I specially saved them for you." "No, teacher." "Why aren't you happy? What about after school starts..." "No, I'll go, I'll go, okay?" I went to the bathroom, picked up the clothes, and was about to throw them into the washing machine when I heard the teacher say, "Stop. I'll use the washing machine. Hand wash." "Okay." As I squatted down to wash, I saw a set of pink underwear in the basin. Wasn't that the one the teacher wore yesterday? "What are you looking at? Hurry up and wash it. Don't you like it?" "Yes, I like it. Teacher, can I smell it? I've never smelled an unwashed one before." "I think you're just driven by lust again. See how I deal with you. Go get that light blue bra you brought over." "What for?" "I can't wear that one anyway. You can smell this one, but you have to masturbate while you smell it." "Ah, no way, how can I do that? In broad daylight!" "What do you think I asked you to bring that back for? It's for this purpose. Letting you smell it now is already treating a prisoner well." Oh my god, I've fallen into a trap. Although that's what I thought in my heart, I couldn't admit it out loud. "No, I didn't feel anything during the day." "Oh, you didn't feel anything? Then stand up." As soon as I stood up, the teacher laughed so hard she couldn't straighten up. "Haha, you still don't feel anything? Look down there! As soon as you touched my unwashed underwear, this happened! Hahahaha, hurry up, let me see how you did it. Once this is over, it'll be over." I looked down and my face flushed red. It turned out my little brother had already pitched a tent down there. I thought to myself, well, I've already embarrassed myself enough. Once this is over, it'll be over. Besides, I even masturbated in front of the beautiful teacher. Thinking about it, it's kind of exciting. After getting a bra from the living room, I let loose and picked up the teacher's unused underwear, put it to my mouth, and smelled it intensely. Maybe because it's washed every day, there was no sweaty smell. Instead, the woman's scent was even stronger. While I was inhaling from above, I wasn't idle below either. I picked up the underwear and started masturbating. The teacher, watching from the side, said, "Not bad, not bad at all. How about it, can you smell my scent? Ah...so good, faster, faster, hahaha." This slut was still pretending to moan. "Teacher, I didn't realize you could moan so sweetly!" I said, throwing down my bra and lunging at the teacher. If I didn't make my move now, I'd be a fool. But the teacher said, "Stop, don't move, behave yourself. I'm really horny now. Since you're being so obedient, I can help you finish, but you can't move." Saying that, she actually picked up my penis and started masturbating me. "Mmm...Teacher, you're so good." "Don't call me teacher anymore, call me Auntie." "Okay, Auntie Wen." "Good boy, is it good?" "Yes, ah...ah, faster." Saying that, semen spurted out like a glans. "No way, so fast?" I said, blushing. "I'm still a virgin, how can I handle this stimulation?" "Hehe, that's true. Okay, put on your clothes and go back inside." After returning to the house, Aunt Wen poured me a glass of water and sat down. I could tell she was a little excited. "Aunt Wen, are you also..." "Nonsense, my husband is always away on business trips, only coming back a few times a year. I thought I was torturing you, but I didn't expect you to have so much fun, making me..." Before Aunt Wen could finish speaking, I pounced on her. "Aunt Wen, let me help you." "Dream on! But you shouldn't steal anymore. If you get caught, you won't be as easy to talk to as I am." "Hmm, I won't go anymore, but this kind of thing is just too tempting." "It's okay, I'll give you any clothes I don't like to wear anymore, unwashed ones, is that alright?" "Really? Aunt Wen, you're so good to me. But it would be even better if you could help me with that too." "You're pushing your luck, but it's not impossible, just don't do it too often." "Okay, it's a deal." She said it wouldn't be frequent, but I came every day during the holiday. I begged and pleaded with Aunt Wen to give me a handjob each time, but she wouldn't let me touch her. On the sixth day, I arrived around 11 a.m. As soon as I walked in, Aunt Wen said, "Why are you even more aggressive now? So early today?" "I told my family I was going to a classmate's house for dinner, so I came out early." "Okay then, it's no fun eating alone anyway, let's eat together." As she spoke, Aunt Wen went to the kitchen and added two more dishes, and took a few cans of beer from the refrigerator. After we finished eating, I noticed Aunt Wen was a little tipsy. Taking advantage of this, I said to her, "Aunt Wen, can I take a shower?" "Sure, go ahead." "I want you to help me shower." "You little rascal, fine, go back after you're done." "Okay." Aunt Wen went to the bedroom to change her clothes, putting on a white t-shirt and denim shorts. She came to the bathroom, and I quickly took off my clothes. Aunt Wen started applying shower gel to my body. Everywhere her hands touched felt amazing, especially when she washed my penis. Because of the foam, it felt incredibly good. "Ah, Aunt Wen, this feels so good!" I said, opening my arms and hugging Aunt Wen. "Don't move!" Aunt Wen pushed me away as usual, but this time, because she was completely wet, my hug made her wet too. Through her white t-shirt, her pink bra was more visible, and I could vaguely see her erect nipples. "Ah... Aunt Wen, your figure is simply amazing!" Aunt Wen noticed something was wrong and looked down at herself. "You little rascal!" I couldn't hold back any longer. "Aunt Wen, I want you!" I said, my hands heading straight for Aunt Wen's breasts, grabbing them squarely. Aunt Wen's breasts changed shape under my kneading, and her breathing gradually became heavier. "Um, no, no, you little rascal!" At this moment, I ignored what Aunt Wen was saying, my hands reaching under her t-shirt to unhook her bra from behind, pulling it up until it was completely off. Aunt Wen's breasts were finally revealed before my eyes, although 3obrozaieski.She was 0 years old, but her breasts didn't sag at all. Her pink nipples and areolas, neither too big nor too small, were absolutely stunning. I immediately sucked on her left nipple, while my right hand grabbed her right breast. Aunt Wen cried out, "Ah...no, I can't take it! I'm your teacher, your aunt, this is incest!" "It's okay, teacher, aunt, we're not related by blood, it's not incest." "Really not?" "Yes, it's not." Aunt Wen seemed to have found a reason, an explanation, and no longer held back, completely letting go. "Oh...a little lighter, ah, ah...yes, like that." Aunt Wen seemed to be standing on a lectern, seriously educating her student. "Wait a minute," Aunt Wen said, pushing me away and starting to suck on my breast. "Ah...ah..." I realized for the first time that kissing a man's private parts could be so pleasurable. Aunt Wen kissed, sucked, licked, and occasionally gently bit, drawing circles with her tongue. "Do you understand?" Aunt Wen looked up at me, and I nodded. I lowered my head and began kissing her breasts. "Oh, yes, that's it, ah... ah... you're doing well." While kissing Aunt Wen's breasts, I started to take off her shorts, pulling them all off at once, including her underwear. Aunt Wen's naked body was finally revealed before my eyes. Aunt Wen said, "Wait, dry yourself off, let's go inside. I didn't want you to be in bed the first time." How considerate! As I spoke, I picked up a towel and helped Aunt Wen dry herself off, quickly wiping myself as well. After we finished drying off, Aunt Wen and I went to her bedroom. I... I pushed her onto the bed, picked up my already swollen and red penis, and went straight for Aunt Wen's lower body. Since it was her first time, I couldn't get it in properly after a few tries. Just as I was getting impatient, Aunt Wen said, "You're really in a hurry." As she spoke, she picked up my penis and aimed it at her vagina. I thrust my hips and it went in all the way in. "Ah..." We both groaned at the same time. "Ah...it's so big, hurry up, Auntie can't wait." Even without her saying anything, I couldn't just sit still. I started thrusting vigorously. "Ah...it's great, so full, your big cock feels so good inside Aunt Wen...ah..." "Is it big? How does it compare to your husband's?" "Bigger and harder than his, youth is good, ah...faster, faster, Aunt Wen can't take it anymore." "Aunt Wen, you're really slutty, you know? At school, you seem so dignified, but you're practically the object of every boy's lust." "Oh, is that so? Of course I have to be dignified at school. I, I know you guys often peek at me, look at my big, big breasts. You, you know, when you look at me like that, it makes my lower body so itchy, ah...ah..." "So how do you usually take care of yourself at home?" "I can only, I can only take care of myself, oh..." "Ah...then you take care of yourself for me later." "Hmm...no, I have you, I don't need to, I don't need to take care of myself." "No, I want to see, will you do it or not?" "Ah...yes, yes, yes, whatever you say." After all, it was my first time, and with Aunt Wen's slutty moans, I felt like I was about to ejaculate. Aunt Wen also sensed my abnormality and said, "Don't ejaculate inside." "Then where should I ejaculate?" “Ah…that’s fine, oh…quick.” I immediately pulled out my penis, and before I could do anything myself, Aunt Wen immediately grabbed my penis and started stroking it rapidly. “Ah…” My glans itched, and spurts of semen shot onto Aunt Wen’s large breasts. Aunt Wen touched her body with her hand, then licked the semen off her hand, and then smeared it all over her face, saying, “Don’t waste it.”

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