[The Teacher's Desire] Part Two

" Come
in." The teacher opened the door and let me into her dormitory. It was
a small one-bedroom apartment, simply furnished. I walked in somewhat hesitantly, my whole body tense
, both excited and nervous. We were supposed to have tutoring in the teacher's room on Monday, but Deng Hui had been busy
, so it wasn't until Thursday evening that I had the chance.
A week I'd been looking forward to had turned into one evening. Although it was a little disappointing, it was still enough to make me happy, especially considering how desperate
I'd been these past few days, thinking I wouldn't even get tutoring.
The teacher was wearing a white shirt, a gray jacket, and light blue trousers today. The colors were very different from last week's bright
colors; she looked quite plain.
The "living room" was really just a small room with a table, a TV, and a
sofa. I sat down on the sofa, and Deng Hui went into the bathroom.
Listening to the sound of water coming from inside, I couldn't help but have some strange thoughts. Would the teacher who came out
be different from usual? The door to the bedroom was closed. In this room, which wasn't small but certainly not spacious,
I felt as if I were in three different worlds.
One is my lonely world, another is Deng Hui's world, and the third is her private, unknown world.
Will these three worlds merge? I looked at the two tightly closed doors;
what kind of scene lay behind them?
When the teacher came out, all my vague thoughts suddenly vanished. Deng Hui pulled a chair from the living room
, casually opened the bedroom door, put down her books on the desk, and the tutoring began.
The content of the Chinese language competition was nothing more than a collection of miscellaneous things. Teacher Deng simply pointed out which parts needed
to be memorized and which parts needed to be deciphered from the examiner's mind. It wasn't a very brain-intensive task; I just mechanically
repeated and familiarized myself with it.
The teacher sat beside me, and her faint fragrance made me a little uneasy, but her attire was
the same as when she was teaching, without any sense of home. Although it was the teacher's bedroom, the atmosphere was no different from a classroom.
I could only concentrate and listen carefully to what Deng Hui was saying.
Time passed quickly; an hour went by. Deng Hui gave me a past year's test paper to practice with
, then sat down beside me. The room fell silent, save for the scratching of pens on paper.
Watching someone do a test was undeniably boring. A few minutes later, I heard Deng Hui
get up from the bed. Glancing sideways, I saw her walk to the wardrobe and take out a light purple bathrobe.
My heart clenched, and some inappropriate fantasies surfaced in my mind again. The teacher turned around,
and I quickly looked down at the test paper, startled.
"You keep working on it, I'll be right back."
I nodded, listening to the door open and close behind me. In this state, concentrating was incredibly
difficult. Therefore, when the teacher returned, I had barely completed a single question.
A wave of humid heat hit me as I felt the teacher sit down beside me. Out of the corner of my eye, I
caught a glimpse of fair skin. Instinctively, I recognized Deng Hui's bare thighs, like freshly cooked rice cakes, moist
and elastic, faintly exuding an alluring fragrance. In that instant, my blood was boiling.
I wanted to turn around, but my stiff neck prevented me from moving. I was surprised that the teacher was so open,
changing into a bathrobe while the boys were still there.
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"I like you, Teacher Deng," I suddenly said, so easily.
The air around us froze, along with Deng Hui's previously reserved smile.
"Liu, you just said this is…" She looked at me, her eyes filled with disbelief.
"I think I've made myself clear, Teacher Deng, I've liked you since middle school. You could say you
're the first woman I've ever felt something for." I paused, taking a sip of water.
"Until high school graduation, you could always be considered...my dream girl. Please forgive me for expressing it this way.
I thought that if I saw you again and didn't feel the same way I did back then, I wouldn't talk to you. I
would treat this feeling as a teenage impulse and forget it."
"But when I saw you again, my heart still beat as fiercely as it did six years ago. I felt
I had to express my feelings to you."
Deng Hui was stunned. She wanted to say something, but each time, only her lips moved. Her eyes were somewhat confused
, somewhat surprised, and somewhat nervous. But my intuition told me that she didn't feel disgusted.
"Teacher Deng, I'm not saying these things to you today. You can even remain
silent. I just feel I have to say what I've kept in my heart for over ten years. If it makes you feel
uneasy... please don't treat me like an adult today. Just think of it as the impulsive words of a teenager.
"
After saying these words, I felt that the long-standing knot in my heart had finally been untied. At that moment,
I felt incredibly relieved.
Perhaps my expression affected Ms. Deng; she seemed to relax a bit, smiling at me and raising her
glass.
Sometimes, even just water tastes pleasantly tipsy.
Later, we chatted about trivial things, neither of us returning to the topic. It was a happy
afternoon; we talked a lot and laughed many times.
When we parted, I asked for Ms. Deng's phone number. She hesitated for less than a second before agreeing.
Watching her departing figure, I noticed her once-pretty buttocks, now fuller and smoother. So many
years had passed; the vigor of youth had settled into a mature charm. I lit another cigarette, the smoke
drifting past my eyes.
I never dialed Deng Hui's number, nor did I receive any text messages from her. But we would
meet every evening along the same path by the lake, as if by unspoken agreement. Sometimes we would just nod slightly, sometimes
we would exchange a few words. Gradually, I learned more about her life. Now, Ms. Deng is at another...
She works as the head of the Chinese language teaching and research office at a privately-owned high school. The workload isn't as heavy as at a top-tier high school, but it's still quite
demanding. Even during the holidays, she still frequently needs to go to the office.
Her husband is a businessman with considerable wealth, often traveling. They have a
three-year-old child, cared for by her family in Shanghai. Frankly, she's an only child.
"Teacher, when did you leave No. 1 High School?" We met again that day. We chatted casually as
we walked.
"About three years after your graduating class, it was too tiring, and the pressure was immense," Deng Hui said softly, her
voice seemingly concealing something.
In junior high, although she dressed beautifully, it was within the bounds of a normal female teacher's attire. But in
high school, her low-cut leather jackets, miniskirts with black stockings, and tight pants always caused
a small stir. Strangely, No. 1 High School, known for its rigorous academic standards, completely
ignored Deng Hui's somewhat unconventional style.
"No. 1 Middle School is completely finished now," I said suddenly.
"Hmm..."
"I heard the principal had an accident, and a lot of good teachers left afterward."
Deng Hui sighed, crossing her arms, and didn't answer.
"But Teacher Deng is quite amazing, transferring from the junior high to the senior high at such a young age..." I continued
.
She smiled awkwardly and suddenly asked, "Liu, how are you now? Do you have a boyfriend?"
Although the question was abrupt, I didn't react much and said, "No."
"You're quite eligible, and you're getting on in years."
"I can't help it, maybe I still have feelings for the teacher."
Deng Hui stopped, looked at me, and shook her head, saying, "Liu, don't be like that, I'm already married.
Besides, many things are different from what you think."
I reached out and placed my hand on her shoulder, and the teacher trembled slightly.
"Teacher, although you're married, have you mentioned your husband? Almost never.
You've talked to me a lot about your children, though. These past few days, you've gone for a walk almost every evening, and I've never seen
you answer the phone at home." I took a step forward, less than twenty centimeters from her nose.
"Liu…you…" Deng Hui tried to avoid my approaching steps, backing away.
"He only saw you as a tool for carrying on the family line, while you just wanted a place to settle down." I suddenly wrapped my arms around
her slender waist, speaking firmly in her ear.
*Slap!* A burning sensation spread across my cheek as Deng Hui slapped me, her face pale as she looked at me.
"Shut up, Liu, you, what right do you have to talk nonsense!"
"Did I say something wrong?" I looked directly into her eyes.
"You…how did you become like this! Talking nonsense!" Deng Hui almost screamed hysterically
. She lowered her head, her hair trembling slightly.
"If I'm wrong, Ms. Deng, then look me in the eye and tell me I'm wrong."
Ms. Deng froze. She looked up, but immediately looked away as soon as her eyes met mine.
Transferring from the junior high to the senior high at No. 1 Middle School is always extremely difficult, and the difference in treatment and rank is vast.
It's practically impossible without five or six years of dedicated teaching experience and outstanding results. Let alone being transferred directly to be a homeroom
teacher. Deng Hui only taught one class before being transferred and becoming a homeroom teacher, even assigned to teach the graduating class.
There were all sorts of rumors at the time, and I heard quite a few myself. Although I didn't know the specifics,
seeing the teacher's reaction, I already knew the general situation.
I walked to the bewildered Deng Hui, put my arm around her shoulder, and despite her resistance, held
the teacher I had admired for so many years tightly in my arms. Her body was softer than I had imagined, and a rich,
mature woman's fragrance intoxicated me.
Deng Hui's struggles seemed so weak beneath my arms; her head was buried against my chest, never lifting it
.
On the forest path, the evening light filtered through the leaves. A fresh, damp air permeated the pine
forest; all around was tranquil, and even Deng Hui's resistance gradually subsided in this peace.
I embraced her, gently stroking her back, whispering something in her ear. It
was more emotional, more sincere than what I had said in the coffee shop that day, pouring out my longing for her over the years. Whether it was physical desire
or spiritual infatuation, I spoke without reservation.
Deng Hui's body slowly softened, the stiffness from tension disappearing. She no longer resisted my
embrace, letting her body fall against my firm chest. I felt the touch of her breasts, my hands caressing her smooth
hair; at this moment, a dreamlike beauty was growing within me.
Without me noticing, Deng Hui's arms wrapped around my waist, her head resting on my shoulder, her knees gently pressing against my
legs. Her body possessed the fullness of a mature woman, exuding a rich fragrance—
a catalyst for igniting male desire.
My nose brushed against her hair, my breath hot against her ear. She shifted shyly
, but offered no resistance. My lips boldly touched her cheek, slowly moving downwards. When
they reached Deng Hui's red lips, we closed our eyes in perfect unison and kissed.
Time seemed to stand still; all our senses converged in our mouths, our wet tongues
intertwining wildly. My hands began to explore her more sensitive areas, feeling her rounded buttocks and caressing
her waist. The teacher trembled, making no move, only holding me tighter
.
It was an almost suffocating kiss. When we parted, Deng Hui's eyes snapped open,
looking at me with a mixture of shyness, fear, and confusion. Suddenly, she pushed hard against my chest, murmuring something
.Liu, what just happened... let's pretend it never happened. Your teacher is married now, you can't...
do this..."
My only reply was to pull her into my arms again and kiss her deeply. Our lips touched...
In an instant, all of the teacher's resistance vanished completely.
We don't know how long we kissed, but when we came to our senses, we were already out of the path, in
the middle of a grove of trees. Deng Hui leaned against a large, leafy tree, her face flushed as she looked at me.
My hand, which had been on her waist, slowly moved upwards, pressing against her full breasts. Deng Hui flinched slightly, but
didn't resist more fiercely. I kissed her cheek again, gently kneading her breasts. Even through
several layers of clothing, I could still feel the roundness and softness of her flesh.
I touched Deng Hui's thighs, feeling the smoothness of her skin through the thin flesh-colored stockings.
Teacher Deng's stockings reminded me of that night when she was wearing a bathrobe, swaying in front of me. Almost as if she didn't care about me, she actually 　　put on a pair of ultra-thin flesh-colored stockings
right in front of me, one foot on the bed . 　　For a long time, I even thought that when women slept, stockings were part of their pajamas. 　　Perhaps it was from that moment that I began to fantasize about this beautiful and alluring female teacher. 　　Deng Hui now lacked the youthful allure of her younger days, but when I pressed my hand against her crotch, 　　I felt its warmth. A wild, animalistic urge suddenly surged through my body. The 　　desire to possess this woman who had haunted my dreams was irresistible. 　　"No… like this… Liu… let me go." The teacher's dreamlike whispers were only a further 　　aphrodisiac for me. 　　"Teacher, I love you, I want you." I bit her earlobe, my fingers pressing against her breasts, forcefully 　　pulling them inward. 　　"Are you crazy? We're outside!" The teacher gasped, though she kept saying no, but 　　the outline of her nipples, which I hadn't felt before, was now clearly visible in my palm. 　　"Teacher, do you remember the day you tutored me?" 　　"When…?" 　　"The Chinese language competition, forgot?" 　　"Hmm…don't be so rough, ah…" 　　"Remember?" 　　"I…I remember…" 　　"Teacher, you were wearing your pajamas right in front of me then, your breasts were almost completely exposed." 　　"No…I…" 　　Deng Hui's coat fell silently to the ground. Her shirt was so thin that you could almost see the color of her bra. 　　********************************************************************** 　　The memory returned to that day. The teacher's warm, moist breath, carrying the fragrance of her body, aroused my 　　senses. Those snow-white, plump legs swayed in the corner of my eye. Only the hem of her pink nightgown was visible, 　　the lace embellishments making me fantasize about the skin beneath. 　　I felt the teacher seemed to be looking this way, so I quickly pretended to be focused on the test questions. Of course, in my eyes, those 　　were just random combinations of printed words, completely meaningless. 　　Ms. Deng sat very close to me, and the fragrance emanating from her was even stronger; I could even feel 　　the warmth of her body. I was worried she might hear my pounding heart. 　　"Are you done?" Her voice was so melodious. 　　"Almost." I wasn't lying, though I'd guessed on most of the questions. 　　"Check your answers when you're done. Ask me if you have any questions." 　　With that, she stood up and went to the bathroom to dry her hair. 　　When Ms. Deng returned, I turned back to her and said, "Teacher, I'm done..." 　　My voice trailed off. The impact I felt then remained vividly etched in my mind for years to come 　　. The pink bathrobe she wore clung gently to her curvaceous body, her white arms and 　　legs especially alluring in the warm, damp steam. A small glimpse of her breasts through the opening revealed a delicate 　　cleavage. Glistening water droplets playfully trickled down her fair skin. 　　Perhaps a more mature man would be more drawn to Deng Hui's languid, delicate 　　face beneath her long, flowing hair, and the soft allure emanating from her slightly parted red lips. But for a boy in the throes of puberty, 　　the impact of a woman's exposed body is far more powerful. 　　******************************************************************* 　　"Teacher, you were trying to seduce me back then, weren't you?" I brought my lips close to Deng Hui's earlobe and said. I found 　　her already erect nipple, pinched it with three fingers, and slowly kneaded it. 　　"No, you're lying." The teacher's face flushed red, and the movement of my fingers made her tremble all over 　　. 　　"Not yet? You were wearing only a nightgown in front of a boy, weren't you?" 　　"Um... don't say... I was... going to sleep, so..." Teacher Deng's voice grew softer and 　　softer, and her body became more and more limp. 　　"Then what about changing into stockings in front of me? And you still say it wasn't seduction?" 　　Recalling that time, I saw Deng Hui with one foot on the bed, slowly slipping on flesh-colored, ultra-thin stockings. 　　The curves of her legs were so alluring under the stockings, her fair thighs almost making me lose control 　　. 　　Years later, Deng Hui's stocking-clad thighs were beneath my hands, writhing shyly. I could 　　freely savor the smoothness of her flesh, enjoying her restless movements. This thrill of a dream come true ignited my desire 　　. 　　"Teacher Deng, besides me, have you seduced other boys?" I panted, my hand suddenly pressing 　　against her high, firm breasts. 　　"Ah…no…" 　　"I don't believe you!""Mmm... a little gentler... really... I only dared to..." Deng Hui's red lips 　　parted, exhaling hot breath, her body going limp against my chest. 　　"Boarding school... was too boring, so..." When the teacher said those words, I could no longer hold back.

Unable to resist, I turned her face and kissed her forcefully.
The teacher didn't resist, obediently letting my tongue invade her mouth, mingling with hers.
I spread her legs apart and thrust my penis forward. Deng Hui let out a short scream as my firm
penis pressed firmly against her crotch.
"No…" the teacher looked at me, her voice soft, her eyes sparkling. People say that when a woman says no
, she's actually arousing a man's wildness, and I wholeheartedly agreed at that moment.
The teacher's shirt and skirt fell to the ground. I forcefully tore off her stockings, pulled down her panties, and
threw them aside. The teacher breathed heavily, her body twisting whether in response or resistance. I couldn't hold
back any longer; I wanted to possess this woman.
Deng Hui probably never expected my actions to be so swift; without any preparation, my
glans was already inside her vagina.
"Ah..." Deng Hui tilted her head back, her lips parted wide, and let out a long moan. At the same time,
I had already grabbed her legs, and with a thrust of my hips, our genitals were tightly joined together with a
snap.
I couldn't describe what my teacher's vagina felt like, or how it differed from the women I had been with before. Only an
extreme softness and warmth enveloped me, and the countless fantasies I had imagined shattered into countless
fragments. And the memories of many years past transformed into dazzling neon lights, enveloping us as we joined together
.
My teacher's beautiful moans sounded so unreal. Even after communicating with her as an equal for so many
days, I still felt that the one who lectured me with such intensity and cadence should be the teacher
. But this association only fueled my desire, like a motorcycle with a new, powerful engine;
my hips began to thrust rapidly. My hot penis ravaged my teacher's vagina.
Such violent movements might cause pain to a naive young girl, but for Deng Hui, a mature
woman, she only frowned slightly at first, then opened her lips, twisted her hips, and
let out satisfied moans.
I didn't know how long it had been since she had made love so passionately, but the teacher's waist moved so joyfully
, her moans so wanton, the walls of her vagina constantly contracting around my penis, releasing wave after wave of nectar. I tore off her bra, buried my face in her full breasts, and licked, 　　sucked, bit, and
pulled at her incredibly hard nipples . 　　In the shade of the towering tree, we made love to our hearts' content. Ignoring the mud on our bodies, 　　the scratches from the hard bark, and the disturbances from some unwelcome insects, like two beasts in heat, 　　we indulged our carnal desires between heaven and earth. 　　When I howled and ejaculated all my semen into Deng Hui's body, she gripped my back tightly, her nails drawing 　　long, bloody marks. She didn't cry out because she bit my shoulder tightly. 　　On the way back, the teacher had to leave her legs bare, her torn stockings lying by a tree. If anyone had seen it 　　, they probably would have imagined the romantic encounters that had taken place there. 　　I wanted to take her home, but she refused; she was afraid of being seen. On the way, I kept trying to say something to her, 　　but Deng Hui just clung tightly to my clothes, nestled against me, and only let go when we were almost at the intersection.

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