[The Teacher's Desire] Part Three

Three
days later.
Approaching the window seat in the coffee shop, Ms. Deng was already waiting for me. We had deliberately chosen a
time when it was very quiet; the entire second floor was empty except for the two of us. Otherwise, with her attire today, she would surely have attracted countless
stares.
Ms. Deng had worn a red suit as I had instructed, as if I had returned to that
moment that had stirred my heart; my breath caught in my throat. I walked over and looked down at her; she smiled at me. She
had meticulously applied makeup today; beneath her long eyelashes, her eyes shimmered with a spring-like allure. Her bright red lips held a hint of
a smile, and her fair cheeks were exceptionally captivating under the light.
She wore black, semi-transparent stockings, her snow-white legs appearing and disappearing in the hazy light. Unable to resist, I didn't
sit down but leaned down and stroked her stockings. Ms. Deng shifted slightly but didn't move her
thighs.
When the waiter brought the coffee, he didn't notice anything amiss between us. Unbeknownst to her,
under the table, I was fondling Ms. Deng's small feet, massaging the soles of her feet, and caressing her calves.
Beneath the smooth stockings lay warm flesh, and her eyes, under my gentle caresses, became somewhat hazy.
After that tryst under the big tree that day, her long-dormant body and weary soul seemed to have suddenly found
something to lean on. As for me, I felt like I was living in a dream, waking up every morning wondering if that passion had
been nothing but an illusion.
We started calling each other and chatting online, and the topics gradually became more explicit. Ms. Deng told me that her husband
only came home for five or six days a month. Hearing this, my lower body instantly became erect. I almost
commanded her to wear a red dress and black stockings to
meet me at this coffee shop that night, and she agreed.
I pressed Ms. Deng's small feet against my crotch, and Deng Hui revealed a playful smile. She casually licked
her lips and took the initiative to use her stockinged feet to service my already hard penis. I leaned back slightly
, legs spread, enjoying the teacher's beautiful feet.
Deng Hui looked exceptionally alluring today, even wanton. Back in high school, I had felt
a pang of disappointment at her sexy attire. There was no other reason than I didn't want
others to know about her promiscuity, especially since she only wore pajamas and stockings in front of me.
But now, I knew she was, at least temporarily, my woman.
From our lovemaking, I knew she had a rich sexual history and knew how to please men during intercourse
. For some reason, I suddenly wanted to know what she was like when she slept with different men.
As for my feelings for her, I couldn't explain them myself. I wanted to be with her, but all I wanted was
to make love to her, endlessly. I didn't consider anything else. Maybe I would listen to her, comfort her,
but nothing could overcome the urge to possess her. "
It doesn't seem like I'm an adult," I thought to myself with a touch of self-deprecation. Perhaps the lingering effects of adolescence, years later,
transformed into a vibrant venomous snake, coiling around my body and gnawing at my heart, from which I could not extricate myself.
"Teacher Deng, let's go on a trip," I suddenly said.
The teacher's eyes widened, and she laughed, "Why the sudden urge to travel?"
"Let's go somewhere less crowded, where no one recognizes us, and stay for a few days, how about that?"
"But I have to go to school every day..."
"Take a few days off, including the weekend, four or five days should be enough."
Deng Hui lowered her head, seemingly considering it for a moment, and nodded slightly. My heart warmed, and I sat down beside her
, my hand unceremoniously slipping inside her skirt.
"No, not here, they'll see!" The teacher grabbed my arm, looking around anxiously.
"No, at this time, no one will come up, and they won't see us from this position." I didn't care about
anything else, my hand continuing to penetrate deeper. When I touched inside, I was surprised to find myself touching pubic hair first,
and then the lace of her panties. I glanced at Deng Hui beside me. Her face was flushed, and she hooked her arm
around mine, pressing her full breasts against it.
"Transparent?" I whispered in her ear.
"Mmm."
"Then I won't be polite."
My fingers touched her vulva, which was already a little wet. I found the opening of her labia, gently parted them, and
extended a finger, moving it up and down. The teacher moaned, her hair brushing against my cheek, and she actively
rubbed her breasts against my arm.
Feeling that my fingers were already wet with her juices, I found her clitoris. It was like a freshly cooked
soybean, both soft and firm. While my finger circled it, I used
another finger to probe into her vaginal opening.
"No...you...uh..." The teacher's breath grew hotter, and she stuck out her tongue,
leaving a trail of cool saliva on my cheek.
"Is it comfortable, teacher?" My fingers moved without hesitation.
One of the teacher's beautiful legs, clad in black stockings, wrapped around my leg, while the other was spread apart. I could clearly see
between her legs, and my hand explored deep inside, shamelessly teasing her most private
parts under the cover of her skirt.
"Liu...you're so amazing..." The teacher writhed uncomfortably, her words becoming incoherent.
"Teacher, touch mine too." I grabbed the teacher's hand and placed it on my crotch. She obediently
unzipped my pants, carefully pulled out my penis, and began to stroke it.
We caressed each other in this private corner. The teacher's technique was quite good, but
it wasn't enough to make me ejaculate. I kissed her lips, gesturing to her. The teacher gave me a coquettish look, made sure
no one was around, then bent down and took my glans into her mouth.
The teacher's mouth was moist and warm, her lips pressing perfectly against the ridge of my glans, moving up and down ...i=70> Her movements were so pleasurable that I almost cried out. Her tongue skillfully slid across the head of my penis, 　　casually licking the urethral opening. Compared to vaginal penetration, the oral sex she gave me felt like a more intense conquest.

The lips that should have been imparting knowledge in the classroom were now engulfing the genitals of her former student, diligently
pleasing him.
The intense satisfaction quickly brought me to the brink of ejaculation. The teacher's oral technique was also quite good, which
made me even more curious about how her sexual experiences had gradually shaped her into this state.
I whispered to Deng Hui that I was about to ejaculate, and at the same time, my hand movements became more intense. The teacher began
to swallow my penis deeper, her head bobbing up and down, her hair spreading out, making gurgling sounds. I felt her
tongue rapidly sliding around the glans, that seductive movement making me unable to hold back any longer, and I reached orgasm.
The teacher's movements stopped; she received wave after wave of semen shooting into her mouth. She carefully slid the penis
out of her lips, not letting the semen leak out. I watched as she took a tissue and spat out the semen.
Before she could wipe, I reached out and, with my fingers smeared with the teacher's vaginal fluid, wiped
the white, cloudy liquid from her rosy lips. The teacher gave me a reproachful look and slapped my hand hard.
Two days later, we boarded the train for our trip.
We took a high-speed train, which took about two hours to reach our destination. Along the way, Deng Hui received several phone calls—from
the school, students, and her husband.
Aside from that, we chatted. Deng Hui was, after all, a language arts teacher, and I was also very interested in reading.
We talked about everything from Lu Xun to Shen Congwen, from Dickens to Maugham, all the way to Haruki Murakami and Yasunari Kawabata.
I suddenly had a strange feeling. The seemingly unreal scenes from those novels I had read were now truly
appearing in my life. However, it was still unreal; as soon as I closed the book, everything would
return to normal.
But the book was still being turned, and I didn't know when I would suddenly reach the final chapter.
Thinking of this, I put my arm around Deng Hui's slender waist. She glanced at me and leaned on my shoulder.
We were staying at a guesthouse in the countryside. The owner treated us like a couple and warmly arranged
a large room for us. The house was located on a mountain, and since it was the off-season, it was just the two of us. After
we put our luggage away, Deng Hui went to the window, opened it, and I stood beside her. Before us was a
sparse patch of grass, and in the distance, we could see a pale yellow sand beach. Most of the view was of the azure
ocean and the pale blue sky.
I put my arm around my teacher's shoulder. She was wearing a sleeveless, high-necked, light purple top, which accentuated the outline of her breasts
. She wore black tight-fitting trousers and black high-heeled shoes. She looked mature and sophisticated, almost out of
place in this small seaside town.
However, I still liked my teacher dressed like this. She seemed born for the big city, naturally possessing
a fashionable air about her. Actually, the teaching profession wasn't really suitable for Deng Hui. However, it
was precisely that charm, a blend of elegance and sensuality, that deeply attracted me.
Looking at Ms. Deng, her high, firm breasts were so alluring that I couldn't help but place my hand on them.
"We can stay here tonight… ah… sorry!" The shopkeeper who came in to say hello saw my
actions, quickly apologized, and left.
Ms. Deng rolled her eyes at me, and I innocently raised my hand.
"Why do you always touch me when there are people around?" Ms. Deng shook her head.
"It's better when no one's around; I still have many tricks up my sleeve." I kissed her forehead and
said mischievously.
After dinner, we walked on the beach. Ms. Deng had changed into a white dress and was barefoot. The sea
breeze brought a strong dampness, and the waves crashed against the shore, making a slightly hoarse murmur. We walked like this,
occasionally exchanging a word or two, but mostly just gazing at the distant sea, watching the sunset gradually sink below the
horizon until darkness swallowed us.
"Let's go back," Ms. Deng said softly.
"Teacher, are you afraid of the dark?" I asked.
"A little..."
"Are you scared when you're with me?"
"A little..." The teacher sighed.
"Are you happy with me?"
The teacher hugged me, leaning against my chest. Without answering, she raised her head and kissed my lips.
"Don't say anything, okay?" she said as her lips left.
"Yes, teacher, I want to know everything about you."
"Everything?"
"Everything." I picked her up and carried her to the hotel.
In the darkness, our bodies intertwined. I kneaded her nipples with my hands, her legs wrapped around
my waist; my lips held her nipples, her tongue sucking on my fingers. Our genitals were tightly
connected, my waist thrusting, her hips responding.
The sounds of flesh colliding and moaning filled the quiet room.
Tonight, my movements were more intense than last time, even the teacher found it hard to bear. My penis went in to its
limit, then pulled out, then plunged in all the way. A large amount of nectar splattered, accompanied by the teacher's sharp moans.
We didn't care if others could hear, indulging ourselves to the fullest.
The teacher's naked body was so hot, writhing so violently, arousing even more of my wildness. Her
breasts, under my forceful kneading, were patchy red and white. I slapped her snow-white buttocks, eliciting
moans that were hard to tell if it was pain or pleasure. Watching my penis, covered in semen, moving in and out between her labia, I grabbed
her legs, thrusting my hips forward like a pile driver.
"Teacher, I want you, I want everything you have." I gritted my teeth, feeling the waves of contraction in her vagina.
"Good...good..."
"You're my woman..."
"Mmm, I...I...I'm your woman." Saliva uncontrollably dripped from the corners of her mouth, Deng
Hui's eyes glazed over.I felt the teacher's vagina suddenly contract and tighten, as if a powerful suction was drawing in my penis 　　. I could no longer hold back and let out a final roar. 　　We reached our climax at the same time, our bodies locked in a tight embrace, our lips pressed together.

At that moment, the world seemed to cease to exist.
Finally, we separated. The teacher leaned against me, her body limp, letting me stroke her bare
back. When I told her I wanted to know everything about her, she hesitated. But I kept pressing
her, repeatedly saying I wanted to know everything she had experienced. Gradually, she began to tell her story, though
she was often shy, she eventually spoke.
Like all the teachers in the junior high school, Deng Hui had been waiting for the opportunity to transfer to the main campus. Especially
for a girl who had grown up in the city, the closed management of a boarding school felt
like a waste of life.
Undeniably, Deng Hui was capable of teaching a class, and her evaluations were quite good. But due to her qualifications,
background, and other reasons, she couldn't get a spot.
She felt very frustrated and sometimes thought about resigning, but this was one of the top key schools in the city,
and giving it up would be a real pity.
The opportunity finally came, but it wasn't what she had imagined. It was a
training course for young teachers. Deng Hui sat in the front row. That day, she wore a light gray business suit with a white shirt, and her hair
was styled straight, giving her the image of a capable female teacher. However, her skirt was very short, revealing her long, slender legs encased
in silver-gray stockings, and her beautiful feet adorned with silver high heels with pointed heels. Every time she shifted her posture
, the heels of her stockings were faintly visible at the top of her thighs.
She didn't have any other intentions at the time; she had just been holding back for too long and always wanted an opportunity to showcase
her beauty. And fate always arrives unexpectedly. The bureau chief who was giving the speech that day immediately noticed
this beautiful teacher sitting in the front row. After the meeting, he pretended to bump into Deng Hui by chance, asked about her situation, and
subtly told her that she could contact him if she needed help.
Deng Hui naturally understood the bureau chief's meaning; his reputation wasn't very good to begin with. However, at that time, Deng Hui had already decided
to accept a classmate who had pursued her for many years. He was an honest man teaching at a private middle school, and he was deeply infatuated with Deng Hui
. She thought about it for a long time, and finally, she stood in front of one of the bureau chief's villas and rang
the doorbell.
"You'll look down on me... selling my body." The teacher looked up at me sadly.
I hugged her tightly, kissed her forehead, and said, "No, I just want to know everything about you. No matter
what happened, it won't change my feelings now."
The teacher stroked my chest and abdomen, gently touching my now limp penis, and continued.
She was still wearing the same clothes as during training, except this time her shirt had been replaced with a low-cut tube top,
revealing a shallow cleavage. The bureau chief opened the door and let her in. When she tried to take off her shoes, the bureau chief
shook his head, his eyes slightly shining as he looked at her beautiful legs in high heels and stockings.
The bureau chief liked women wearing high heels and stockings, especially the moment when the crotch of the stockings was torn open and his penis was thrust in hard
.
The teacher told me that although the bureau chief, in his fifties, didn't have the stamina of a young man,
he had a wide variety of methods for dealing with women. The first time she was naked and held on the bed by the bureau chief, feeling his hairy
thighs and chest, she had the illusion of being violated by a wild beast. In fact, the bureau chief did indeed
ravage Deng Hui like a wild beast for two whole hours.
When Deng Hui finally staggered out of the bedroom, she
was like a once-lush peach, riddled with holes under the beastly exploitation. Her underwear and stockings were torn, and she had to put on her outer clothes naked,
enduring the soreness in her lower body, and slowly returned home.
Later, she was successfully transferred to headquarters, and of course, various rumors followed. But what
hurt Deng Hui the most was when she met her soon-to-be boyfriend; he berated her harshly,
throwing out all sorts of vulgarities. Deng Hui still wanted to be with him at the time, but after that meeting, the two
never contacted each other again.
At this point, the teacher's voice choked with emotion.
"But it was my own fault." She gave a bitter smile and said, "I sold myself out and still wanted love
. Thinking about it now, it's laughable.
I was traumatized at the time, and most of my colleagues looked down on me. I was a bit reckless
, always dressing like that, relying on the director's backing, and not really paying attention to my colleagues. Sigh, looking back now, I was
so stupid and impulsive."
I gently stroked her breasts, playing with her nipples, and said, "Teacher, do you know how many boys
were staring at you back then?"
"Ugh, don't even mention it, you were definitely one of them!" The teacher pinched my arm.
"No, at that time, I didn't want to see you like that, Teacher. I vaguely sensed something was happening to you then
, but unfortunately, I couldn't help you. " "My hand slowly moved down, touching her pubic hair, and forcefully
inserted itself between her legs.
"Hmm...really...?" The teacher's legs weren't tightly closed, and I smoothly stroked her still-
wet vulva, circling my fingers around her clitoris.
"Of course, I was infatuated with the teacher back then and didn't want others to see her looking too sexy, and that
hasn't changed now."
I moved my body, parted her thighs, and looked closely at the teacher's vulva. Her pubic
hair, wet with vaginal fluid and sweat, was disheveled, her rosy labia were slightly parted, and the entrance to her vagina was vaguely visible, indicating that the sex just now was indeed very
intense.
"Don't do this, it's so embarrassing..." The teacher looked at me examining her most private parts like this and shyly twisted
her body.
"Teacher, you are so beautiful." My lips moved closer, kissing her labia like a kiss.
"Ah...no..." The teacher's hands gripped the sheets tightly. I mercilessly tasted
her sweet and sour vulva with my tongue, sucking on her clitoris. Her clitoris quickly became engorged with blood and erect. Each
suck sent shivers down Teacher Deng's spine.The teacher almost cried out; her waist lifted off the bed, and her legs tightly clamped my head.

Her hands began to caress her own breasts, and her juices flowed like a spring.
"Teacher, let's forget about the past..." I looked up at Deng Hui and said, "Enjoy it,
I'll make you feel very, very good."
"Mmm...ah...ah...be gentle..." She spread her legs wide, closed her eyes, and enjoyed it.
Soon, the teacher's whole body trembled violently, and she reached a small orgasm under my oral sex.
"Liu, I want you too..."
The teacher struggled to sit up, and we tacitly assumed a 69 position, satisfying each other
's genitals with our tongues and lips. Like two snakes intertwined, unable to distinguish head from tail.
When the teacher's vagina was overflowing with fluids, my penis also became hard again. When I entered the teacher
's body again, her moans were more lewd than ever before. And the last time I did it
twice in one night was back in college. That night, we had sex without any restraint, completely disregarding whether
the sounds of our moans and the impact of our bodies would be heard by the shopkeeper who lived downstairs.
We didn't know how long we did it, or when we stopped. When we woke up again, it was already
noon the next day.
At lunchtime, the shopkeeper's smile was somewhat eerie, while Deng Hui lowered her head shyly, barely saying a
word.

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