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"Xiaoya, start moving yourself." I said, looking at this young girl, still in the first year of junior high, lying between my legs, blissfully indulging in my pleasure.
Xiaoya exclaimed, "Huh?!" Seemingly surprised, her already alluring eyes, now glazed over, widened.
"Start moving yourself, baby, you know what I mean." I stopped, and Xiaoya gave me a coquettish glare, trying to move her hips up and down.
After a few movements, she said, "Big brother, you're so amazing! I feel so happy!"
"You too, promise me you'll always be my sweetheart."
Sure enough, as I expected, under the friction of Wang Leiya's thirteen-year-old labia, I quickly ejaculated. This wasn't to say my sexual ability was weak, but looking at Xiaoya's pure and innocent face, caressing her fresh and tender body, doing the most pleasurable thing God had given us, my soul was stirred wave after wave, prompting my ejaculation.
I took Xiaoya's hand and made her hold my thick, erect penis. She looked at me, and I said, "Come! Catch my nectar with both hands."
Xiaoya understood and cupped my penis in her hands, and I ejaculated into her palms.
I got off the desk where we had sex—or rather, the edge of sex—while she was still lying on the desk, her hands cupping her vulva, frowning at the thick, white liquid that smelled fishy. I smiled and took some tissues from the box to wipe her clean, and she smiled happily at me.
"Aren't you going to dress your beloved concubine?" she said playfully, blinking her bright eyes. I gently stroked her flushed vulva, which was only now covered with soft pubic hair, and asked, "Are you satisfied?" She nodded happily.
"Silly girl," I said, ruffling her bangs as I dressed her: pink underwear with cartoon characters, a warm-toned long skirt adorned with colorful butterflies, and a t-shirt.
After dressing her, I quickly got dressed myself. Other teachers would be arriving at the office soon; it was almost 2 PM, and class was at 2:30.
Watching Xiaoya playfully open the door to leave, I suddenly remembered something and called out to her, "Can you wear pigtails tomorrow?" She just giggled and ran off.
Sure enough, ten minutes after Xiaoya left, a teacher arrived at the office. It was a young woman named Liang Xiaojuan, wearing a black miniskirt and a fitted sleeveless top that revealed her full figure. Her desk was the very spot where Xiaoya had just been lying.
The next day, Friday, I found the school bell particularly pleasant. I had been eagerly anticipating it, as this class was for Class 6 of the first year, Wang Leiya's class. "My dear Wang Leiya, my gift of nature!" I
entered the classroom as the bell rang, and the room instantly fell silent. I looked down at the lovely girls in the class. Then I opened the book and said, "Please turn to the lesson 'The Art of Ventriloquism'." While the students were flipping through the book, I admired Xiaoya. She indeed had pigtails, looking just like a girl from a youth campus drama. The pigtails made her look even more adorable.
I walked to Xiaoya's side and read the first paragraph: "In the capital, there was a skilled ventriloquist." As I read, I glanced at Xiaoya. Xiaoya didn't react at all, and I chuckled inwardly, thinking, "She's still just a child." I was delighted.
This was the fourth period of the morning. The students were already quite tired after a morning of classes, and since I was using a projector, the classroom was a bit dark. Plus, I was teaching in classical Chinese, so the students were all drowsy. I was preoccupied with the lunch gathering, so I let them be, especially since the text wasn't important.
After class, I hurriedly packed my things and went home to change. Just as I arrived at the school parking lot, I saw Xiaoya standing next to my car.
"Get away!" My tone was stern; I could imagine I was wearing a stern face.
Xiaoya's expression gradually changed from a smile to one of grievance and helplessness.
I quickly realized my reaction was a bit too much. Although my car was parked in front of the school's administration building, it was unlikely that the leaders would see Xiaoya in front of my car, and even if they did, it wouldn't matter. However, this was really inappropriate. I knew I couldn't let her get in my car; if the leaders saw that, it would be really bad.
So I stood beside the car and comforted her.
"Sweetie, I need to go home for a bit. Go have dinner with your friends."
She remained silent. After school, more and more students began to pour out of the classrooms and onto the school grounds.
"Xiaoya, what's wrong?" I asked her gently.
After a while, she said, "I want to make love to you." She seemed unable to continue the act, and a smile instantly appeared on her face.
I couldn't help but laugh. Make love, hahaha, I didn't expect her to remember the question she asked me back then. At that time, I had just started teaching her class's Chinese language class. One day, she came to my office and asked me what the "clouds and rain" in "Jia Baoyu's first experience with clouds and rain" meant.
So, hearing her say that, I couldn't help but chuckle, especially since I'd just given her pleasure yesterday. This little girl's sex drive is really strong.
I could only say to her, "Silly girl, go wash your face and calm down. Don't masturbate, or you'll become loose down there, and then your big brother won't want to do you anymore."
She made a fierce face and said, "Don't say 'do me,' that's so rude! Pah!" Saying that, she glanced at the administration building and walked away.
I said, "Yes, my literary girl."
I was almost home, just turning a corner. Suddenly, a bright red sports car honked its horn and screeched to a halt beside my car. I got out and saw the two cars were about to collide. Then, a young woman got out of the car. My initial annoyance vanished the moment I saw the driver, and I could only exclaim repeatedly: "Sexy!"
She got out and walked towards me. She wore a short skirt and a suit jacket, looking every bit the high-class white-collar worker. Because of her high heels, the fabric of her clothing, covering her breasts, bobbed slightly as she walked, and she wore a generous, mature, and somewhat alluring smile.
I stood there, somewhat stunned, and she glanced at me briefly before this captivating young woman uttered something that shocked me: "You are... Zhou Mucheng, Teacher Zhou, right?" Confused and bewildered, I nodded cautiously. She continued, "Hello, I am Wang Leiya's mother, Zhang Meiyan."
The instant I heard her say she was Wang Leiya's mother, I felt a surge of heat coursing through my body—not the oppressive heat of summer, but a pleasant heat.
However, outwardly, I pretended to be normal, extending my hand to shake hers with a smile, and said in a surprised tone, "What a coincidence."
She smiled apologetically, "Sorry, I was driving a little too fast and almost hit your car. I have to get home urgently."
I pretended to understand and said, "Oh, it's okay, go ahead if you're in a hurry." I walked towards the car door, and she did too. She opened the door and said to me, "Let's chat again sometime, bye-bye." Her smile remained the same as before—generous, mature, and slightly alluring. I smiled back.
At home, I changed into my outfit for the party, wondering if I had ever met Wang Leiya's mother before. If I had, how could I forget her striking figure and looks?
When I arrived at the Western restaurant for the party, I saw Youyou already sitting there. She was wearing a tight-fitting dress, and from the hem, it seemed like you could see the deep end of her thighs, but her pale thighs were tightly pressed together. But I didn't care; I knew I'd see her face soon after dinner.
"Hi, where's Xiaomeng?" I asked her.
Youyou, unhurriedly, first took a sip of red wine from her wine glass before saying, "I'll be there shortly."
I hummed in agreement.
Then, she glanced at me with a flirtatious grin and said, "Do your best."
I smiled back.
A moment later, Xiaomeng arrived, dressed in a flowing white dress, her makeup light.
I couldn't help but tease Youyou, "Look at Xiaomeng, 'There is a beauty in the north, so beautiful she could topple kingdoms,' that's her. And you? You're just a seductive vixen who could bring ruin to the country."
Youyou rolled her eyes at me and said, "Don't compare me to her. She's a pure and elegant ballerina, you can tell just by looking at her chest. Hahaha."
Her words made all three of us laugh.
Indeed, if there were a "World's Sexiest and Most Alluring Breasts Contest," Youyou's snow-white, firm, and large breasts would definitely win. Xiaomeng's breasts, on the other hand, were smaller than those of an average seventeen-year-old girl.
Xiao Meng smiled demurely, her face slightly flushed, and said, "Stop talking dirty, the restaurant is full of people."
As she said this, she couldn't help but tease her in a low voice.
Xiaomeng continued, "I have a student who studies ballet with me. She's only thirteen, but her breasts are almost as big as mine. One day, her mother came to me and asked if her daughter had any hope of becoming a professional ballet dancer. I said, 'The child's proportions are perfect, her basic skills are solid, and her comprehension and sensitivity surpass other children. It's just that her breasts are developing too fast.'" Before
Xiaomeng could finish, Youyou and I burst into laughter again. Youyou said between laughs, "The mother must have been stunned when she heard the last sentence. Hahaha."
Xiaomeng continued, "At the time, I pointed to the mother's ample breasts and said, 'Perhaps, very likely, it's hereditary.'"
I interjected, "I know, you used to have a ballet teacher with very large breasts, right? When she danced, wow—" As I spoke, I placed my hands in front of my chest, bobbing them up and down as if supporting my breasts, and said, "It wasn't dancing; it was practically seduction!"
The three of us couldn't help but burst into laughter again.
Youyou said, "Oh, right, I remember, I even drew a sketch of her dancing ballet."
"Ah! You'll have to let me see it!" I exclaimed.
"She's switched to being a portrait photographer now," Xiaomeng said casually at the end.
We chatted for a while, then the food was served, and we finally quieted down to eat.
During the meal, Youyou asked, "Did you bring your ID? I forgot to bring it when I went out."
"It's okay, I brought it," I replied.
After the meal, I drove Youyou and Xiaomeng to Youyou's house.
I had told Youyou and Xiaomeng before that it was illegal for the three of us to do that together. But they both asked me, "Do you want to clean the room afterwards?" I looked at them and asked me, paused for a moment, and shook my head, saying, "No." So we impulsively went to a hotel and booked a room. But later I found that it was more free at home.
As soon as I opened the door, I suggested that we watch Xiaomeng dance ballet to set the mood, but Youyou said, "Of course!" and took out Xiaomeng's ballet practice clothes from the room.
Xiaomeng, now dressed in her ballet leotard, looked even taller, her fair skin contrasting sharply with the black halter-neck leotard. She began stretching exercises. She bent over, hands against the wall, spine arched, feet shoulder-width apart, and thrust her full buttocks forward. Then she sat on the floor, spreading her legs towards me, who was sitting in a chair, her torso bent towards the ground, and she raised her head, sticking out her tongue in a seductive teasing gesture. I opened my legs towards her, unzipped my pants, and took out my penis, which wasn't yet erect.
Meanwhile, Youyou began setting out her art supplies. She always loved sketching scenes of lovemaking, and her sketches revealed a truly exceptional talent in this area.

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