My relationship with Teacher Feng Yun

That year, I was a sophomore in college, and a new course called Social Etiquette had started. Before class, everyone was speculating whether the teacher would be a very elegant social butterfly! Heh, boys at this age are in their throes of puberty, and just seeing a beautiful woman and imagining it makes their penises erect! Everyone is full of curiosity about sex, so it's no surprise they like looking at beautiful women.

With everyone's anticipation, the first class was about to begin.

Unlike usual, when everyone liked to skip class or be late, because it was a general education course, the large classroom was packed early. Everyone was full of anticipation for the new teacher.

Sure enough, a beautiful teacher gracefully walked into the classroom. "Wow—!" all the boys exclaimed in unison.

The teacher was clearly prepared for this scene, and naturally introduced herself with a smile: "My name is Feng Yun, and I'm your teacher for this course! For the next six months, I will be spending time with you all…" While

she was speaking, I kept observing her: she looked to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, about 1.65 meters tall. She had long, flowing hair, a typical round face, and fair, rosy skin. Her eyebrows were clearly meticulously groomed, looking as if they were painted on, long and curved. Her large, expressive eyes blinked, and even though I was sitting in the middle row, I could still see her long, neat eyelashes. Her nose wasn't large, but it was very straight. Besides her captivating eyes, her sensual lips were also mesmerizing. The upper and lower lips were of moderate thickness, and perhaps because of the lipstick, they were moist and smooth, and the pink color was incredibly arousing.

Today, she was wearing a white, tight-fitting t-shirt, which accentuated her round, firm breasts, making them look like they were about to burst out of the shirt, and I could vaguely see her pink bra underneath. She wore a knee-length skirt, which, perhaps because it was at school, wasn't very revealing, but I could still see her long, smooth legs underneath, fair, tender, and supple. She wore high-heeled strappy sandals, a perfect size for her, neither too thin nor too plump. Her ankles were slender, and her toes were exposed, each straight and neatly arranged. Her tiny toenails were adorned with pale purple nail polish. At that time, students, especially young women just starting university, rarely wore nail polish, so it was seen as having a special kind of sexiness.

At that moment, she turned and wrote her name on the blackboard. I had a chance to observe her back. Her buttocks were completely encased in her skirt, round and upturned, full of elasticity. The light streaming in from the window shone directly on her buttocks, penetrating her skirt and allowing me a glimpse of her body's outline. Her thighs and calves formed a straight line, and above that was her hips. Unfortunately, beyond that, I couldn't see anything but her buttocks.

It was then that I realized my penis was already erect, pressing against my tight underwear, feeling incredibly uncomfortable.

I instinctively pulled at my underwear through my pants to give my penis some relief. Unfortunately, this indecent action was witnessed by a chubby girl sitting next to me, who stared at me in surprise. At that time, I had never hugged a girl before, and my face immediately turned red. I buried my head in my book...

For

a while afterward, life gradually calmed down. At that time, apart from having some sexual fantasies about Teacher Feng Yun at night, and secretly touching my erect penis when my roommates were asleep, I never dared to hope that anything would happen between me and the teacher.

The real story with her happened two months later. And it came very suddenly. This incident influenced many of my understandings of sex in my later life.

I remember very clearly that it was the second period in the afternoon. The teacher was wearing a cotton floral low-cut dress. The hem of the dress reached all the way to her ankles. This class was about public etiquette. I don't know the full content of the class, but I remember that a classmate asked the teacher to teach us ballroom dancing. The teacher was always very easy-going and knowledgeable, and she immediately agreed to the classmate's request. She also said that she couldn't dance alone and needed everyone's cooperation. They even had the boys and girls from our class come up on stage together to learn together. Everyone eagerly signed up. Then the teacher asked, "Who wants to partner with me?" At this point, all the boys in the class, including the one who first suggested it, were speechless. Haha, that's how it is in college. Many guys seem brave and mischievous in everyday life, but in this situation, they're like a penis that's just ejaculated—they suddenly go limp, heads drooping. I was the same; I didn't dare say a word. The teacher was still smiling at everyone, silent for about 10 seconds, then asked again, "Really, no one wants to partner with me? Do you guys dislike me that much?" At that moment, I inexplicably raised my hand! To this day, I still don't understand how I had the courage. Haha, maybe that's just how people are; many times, the things we do seem unbelievable to ourselves. At this moment, all the boys in the class seemed to have a second erection, screaming and jeering. Only then did I start to get nervous, but it was too late. For those of us who grew up immersed in the sea of books in high school, especially kids from rural areas, ballroom dancing is something we rarely experience. We're also quite clumsy at learning. Pairing up with the teacher made me even more awkward and nervous. But the teacher didn't seem to mind, patiently showing me how to start and how to coordinate with her rhythm.

To be honest, I had absolutely no interest in learning to dance at that moment. Holding my hand with the teacher felt like being electrocuted. Although I'd fantasized about various possible intimate encounters with the teacher late at night, the actual contact felt completely different.

Up close, I could see the teacher more clearly. Most importantly, the teacher exuded a uniquely feminine scent. There was her natural body odor, perfume, and some other indescribable aroma. These scents gradually spread around me, and I inhaled them deeply, like a god breathing heavenly air. But even better than heavenly air, because it was mixed with the teacher's sensual scent.

My penis, unbelievably, became erect again, and even more so than before. Thankfully, I wasn't wearing underwear today, so it wasn't too painful, but it was still more prominent. I was terrified that the teacher would discover my secret down there, but the more afraid I was, the stiffer my movements became.

The teacher was carefully holding my hand, teaching me to dance, but little did she know that her student was pointing his penis at her genitals. What a sight! Teacher, please forgive me! I didn't mean to, I kept repeating to myself! At that moment, a very embarrassing scene unfolded. Because I was getting more and more nervous, my steps became increasingly erratic, and the teacher's movements, which were supposed to be coordinated with mine, also became erratic. At that moment, I heard the students who weren't dancing calling my name and laughing loudly. I wondered if they had discovered my embarrassing situation down there! My face flushed, my mind went blank, and my body was no longer under my control. Suddenly, the teacher stumbled and fell into my arms—her heel had broken. And I, instinctively, caught her to prevent her from falling. Dear readers, I absolutely didn't do it on purpose at that moment; in that situation, anyone would reach out to catch her—it was a conditioned reflex.

As you might have guessed, besides her warm breasts pressing against mine, my rock-hard penis, which had been erect for five or six minutes, suddenly pressed against her lower abdomen (I'm 1.76 meters tall, a head taller than her, so it didn't touch her lower abdomen). Even worse, I lost my balance and fell to the ground, and she landed on top of me. This time, I felt my penis pressing against her lower abdomen.

Wearing a soft dress, she clearly felt my erect penis. Her face flushed instantly. At that moment, I felt no pleasure, only tension and embarrassment. Fortunately, the teacher was much older than me, and she quickly got up, told us to contact her, and went back to her single dormitory at school to change her shoes… Since that incident, I haven't dared to look

the

teacher in the eye. I feel embarrassed. But in the quiet of the night, I miss her even more. Because of the physical contact, my fantasies have become vivid.

I even fantasize about having sex with the teacher and reaching orgasm. Then, I hugged my teacher and fell asleep happily. I wondered if she had a husband, what she was like in bed, whether she would watch me when we made love, and I would secretly smile to myself as I thought about it. But it was all just imagination. Hehe, the naive college days, the naive boys!

At that time, I had a strong desire for sex. I was filled with curiosity about the strange physiological and psychological phenomena happening to me, and I frantically searched for knowledge in the school library (university libraries have sex-related information) and online. In addition to learning some basic male and female anatomy and knowledge, I also learned a lot of sexual techniques. This laid the foundation for harmonious and fulfilling sex later on.

What surprised me was that, compared to my embarrassment, the teacher didn't react much. Instead, she would always glance at me more often in subsequent classes. Every time we made eye contact, I would quickly lower my head. Besides, she would often call on me to answer questions.

Then one day, after class, when everyone had almost left, she called me back: "Xiao Ke, could you help me tidy up my room later? I bought a cabinet, but it's not very convenient to put things in it. I need to rearrange everything in the house." I didn't react immediately and mechanically agreed. She laughed heartily at my silly expression, "Hehe, it's not for free. I'll treat you to a meal first, then I'll help you!"

It seemed she misinterpreted my expression: "No, no, that's not what I meant. I'm on a diet recently, and this is a good opportunity to exercise. I'd love to! You're helping me!" I quickly explained, not wanting to leave a bad impression. Men care a lot about what women think of them, especially in front of women they like. And me, in front of Ms. Feng, whom I like, I'd do anything without hesitation. Especially going to her house, something many guys dream of! "Okay, it's settled!" We said goodbye.

Back

in my dorm, I carefully looked in the mirror. Even though it was just to help, I inexplicably became concerned about my appearance. I combed my hair, washed my face, and even applied face cream, like I was going on a blind date. Hehe, thinking about it now, it was pretty silly.

Our school is in the suburbs. Ms. Feng's dormitory was located in the living area, on the northern edge of the school. Beyond the northern wall lay a local grove of trees. Unlike the area near the teaching buildings, the dormitory was quiet and peaceful. The weather was lovely that day; because it had just rained, the flowers in the flowerbeds were blooming brightly, exuding a sweet fragrance. Occasionally, I could hear the melodious chirping of birds from the grove beyond the wall.

Following the address and room number she had given me, I easily found her room. She opened the door dressed casually, her hair loosely tied back, an apron around her waist. This only added to the charm unique to her age. The lewd thoughts that had crossed my mind vanished instantly. It felt like being at a family member's doorstep.

"Hehe, you actually cooked for me! I'm so happy!" In this environment, unlike in the classroom, I felt a little bolder.

"You little rascal, you wish! I'm feeding you so you'll work harder for me. It's called 'sweet before bitter'!" She

'd just finished cooking, and after a brief chat, she turned on the TV for me before heading back to the kitchen to cook.

I had no interest in watching TV; even if it were the World Cup semi-final, I wouldn't care. Instead, I was observing the 29-year-old teacher's room. It was a single dormitory; our school's single apartments all had one bedroom, one bathroom, and one kitchen. The room was relatively large, so it doubled as a living room.

The small space was decorated just like her—refined and cozy. A large bed was placed near the window; because of the curtains separating the room, only part of the bed was visible. My mind started wandering again… This side of the curtains was the separated living room. Two sofas, a low, flat marble table, and a desk over a meter wide. Casually placed near the door. It seemed this was the new desk she was going to add. The walls were covered with movie posters, all very aesthetically pleasing, like Anna Karenina, Gone with the Wind, and so on; there was also the classic poster for the then-popular Titanic: the male protagonist embracing Rose, the female protagonist with outstretched arms, from behind. But one photograph caught my eye—a portrait of teacher Feng Yun. It was a half-body portrait of a woman deep in thought. A smile played on her lips, quiet and sweet as she gazed ahead, yet upon closer inspection, a hint of melancholy lingered… I had studied sketching, so I studied portraits very carefully. I stared at those eyes for a long time, trying to see into her heart. I couldn't reconcile the image in the portrait with the teacher now diligently cooking in the kitchen and vividly teaching in class. This led to more speculation about her… During dinner, I didn't know what to say. She was very casual, asking all sorts of questions, from why I came to this city to study (I was from out of town, she was a local, but from a suburban county; the school wasn't close to her home), whether I liked my major, and whether I had any siblings. I thought to myself: so teachers like to investigate students' backgrounds when they talk to them. Later, I talked to her about many things, but it's been so long that I don't remember them very well. Of course, we mostly talked about family, literature, and movies. A new world of color is a good way to improve interpersonal relationships, especially when you're alone at the same dinner table. The psychological distance between us shortened considerably. Since then, I've never felt nervous around her. The only thing I didn't talk to her about was politics. Someone whose name I've forgotten told me: talking about politics with a woman is foolish, unless she's Thatcher or Wu Zetian. With the admirable art direction of Teacher

Wu

and my robust physique, the room was decorated quickly, though inevitably, I was drenched in sweat. Afterwards, we talked about the portrait of the teacher in the living room. I told her my opinion on that portrait. After listening, the teacher said, "I didn't expect you to be so thoughtful!" A hint of sadness flickered in her eyes as she said this, but she quickly smiled and said, "Let's put this on the bedroom wall too!" Perhaps she didn't want to show her sadness. I volunteered to help her, but she refused.

"I'll do this myself, you take a break!" Without hesitation, she found a stool, took down the picture frame, and carefully dusted it off, even though it looked perfectly clean to me. She did all the nailing and hanging of the frame on the bedroom wall by herself. I could only follow behind her, and she didn't talk to me much during this time. But the male hormones within me weren't as shy and reserved as I was. They surged from my genitals to my upper body, and then to my eyes. While she was hanging the photo frame on the bed after taking off her shoes, I sat down beside her and observed her closely again: she was wearing a pair of loose shorts, and I looked up from below, along her bare feet, her shapely calves, her sexy and elastic thighs, all the way up along the gap in the shorts, until I finally vaguely saw her underwear. Because the light was dim, I could only see a patch of white peeking through as her body trembled… My penis got hard again… My head was burning, like I'd done something wrong. Suddenly I felt incredibly lewd, like I was defiling my teacher, as if she had already discovered me. So I only looked once and didn't dare look again.

It was all over. It was already past 7 p.m., and the news anchor on TV was saying goodbye: "The news program is running late, thank you for watching!"

Realizing there was no need to stay any longer, I said goodbye to my teacher. The teacher said, "Take a shower before you go, you're all sweaty!" "No need, I'll just rinse off when I get back!" I meant rinsing off with a basin of cool water from my dorm. "Hehe, why are you still shy?" She always seemed to know what I was thinking: "Just rinse off here, it's more convenient!" This time I didn't refuse.

The shower room was small, but it was still a shower. The effect of a showerhead and a basin is different.

Most importantly, I saw some clothes in the bathroom, some of them were the teacher's underwear. Maybe she didn't come here often and hadn't had time to clean up. Maybe she never even thought about cleaning up. But thank God, thank Buddha, to me, these were like treasures. I was so glad I stayed to shower.

While showering, I looked at these women's private parts. I had never had this experience before, and my lower body became even harder. An erection lasting over an hour had already reached my limit. I kept stroking my thick, throbbing penis, its veins practically bursting, thinking about how my teacher was right outside. Under this stimulation, a gush of semen spurted out

…

We became acquainted after that. Considering her class schedule, she wasn't my teacher for very long. Most of the time, we were like siblings or friends. I guess she saw us as siblings, but for me, I preferred to see us as friends. Since we both finished class at 3:50, we had a lot of free time. Sometimes I would go to her house to play. Sometimes she would cook for me, and sometimes I would cook our hometown dishes for her. As time went on, my understanding of her gradually became more complete: I won't go into details here. Just to say, her father was the former principal of the middle school in her county, and he was an old classmate of the local county head, with whom he had a good relationship. So, the parents arranged for the two families to marry; the two families were well-matched, and the boy and girl's feelings for each other were good after getting to know each other. So they got married. But what happened later changed everything. It also indirectly affected my story. That's a story for later, so I won't go into it now. The story begins about six months after we met, when her classes with us had ended. Our teacher-student relationship was also considered over according to the school's regulations.

That night, around 7 PM, I was playing CS with a bunch of close friends when I received her call. Her voice sounded very sad on the phone. I sensed she'd just been crying. She asked what I was doing, and I said I was playing games. She said, "Could you come over for a bit? I want to chat with you about the new game." Ugh! Of course I went. Even normally, if she asked me out, I'd go even if I was having fun. Let alone now, when I sensed something was wrong.

I ran over.

When I saw her, her red eyes confirmed my suspicions. I kept asking her what was wrong. Although she'd occasionally revealed sadness and sighs before, her expression always changed quickly after I asked. Women are fickle. I didn't press her, always thinking she'd tell me if she wanted to. But this time, I couldn't hold back anymore. For the first time, I yelled at her, "Tell me what happened?! Did someone bully you? Tell me, I'm going to settle the score!" Hearing this, she suddenly threw herself into my arms, bursting into tears again. My anger vanished instantly. A sudden surge of pity and tenderness washed over me. I realized I was a man and shouldn't be angry; she was truly hurt. I raised my arms and wrapped them around her back, holding her tightly. Her chest rose and fell in my arms with her sobs, a warm current coursing through me. Her head rested firmly on my shoulder, her arms tightening around me. We both fell silent. I pressed my strong chest against her soft, warm, and supple breasts, while gently stroking her back with my right hand. She was wearing a silk nightgown, which made her back appear even smoother and softer. Her entire body, including her lower body, pressed tightly against mine. With my caresses, her sobs gradually subsided, until only whimpers remained, her breath warm and soft against my neck. We stood there for a full five minutes, too afraid to move with her in my arms; my legs were already numb. Once she had calmed down a bit, I gently sat her on the bed, still holding her. Only then did she realize she had lost her composure, lowering her head and burying it deep in my chest. I took the opportunity to hug her tightly again. At that moment, I suddenly didn't know what to say next, having never experienced anything like this before. I could only keep stroking her, trying to calm her down.

I admit, I controlled myself. My penis, at this inopportune moment, still started to stir.

I thought she should be calm now, so I looked down at her. Her eyes were slightly closed, as if she were about to fall asleep. Suddenly, I felt a sense of accomplishment. Like a prince protecting a princess. I looked at her again. After the apricot blossom rain, her face was flushed, and the tear tracks hadn't completely dried. Her eyelashes were still damp. The feminine fragrance emanating from her hair and body once again assaulted my senses. I couldn't help but lean down and gently kiss her tear-filled eyes. The moment my lips touched her eyes, I felt her body tremble, as if she were very cold. Her eyelashes fluttered, but her eyes remained closed. My courage grew. I moved my mouth away from her eyes and kissed her forehead, then her nose, the tip of her nose. At that moment, I could hear her breathing. Then, my lips slid from the tip of her nose to her lips. First, a light touch. Her lips felt soft, her eyes still slightly closed. I felt a surge of tension and excitement, and couldn't help but press my entire lips against hers. I immediately felt the warmth and wetness of her lips, a tingling sensation spreading from my lips to my neck, throughout my entire body. I couldn't resist probing my tongue into her thick lips. At this moment, she reacted strongly; with my mouth covering hers, she let out a soft "hmm" from her throat, and her hands suddenly tightened their grip on me. I pushed her onto the bed. This position made my body feel much more relaxed. My lips remained on hers, and I probed deeper with my tongue. She cooperated by opening her teeth, and I immediately thrust the tip of my tongue to the base of her tongue. Our tongues intertwined. Her mouth was being skillfully swirled by my tongue, and she must have felt a sense of fulfillment. I felt an unbearable heat coursing through my body, while she writhed beneath me, her hands gripping my back. I hadn't expected a woman's body to be so sensitive; this first experience only heightened my excitement and anticipation. Our legs intertwined. My hands could no longer remain still, frantically searching for her breasts. Her breasts were large and firm. But I didn't know how to unhook her bra, and my attempts were fruitless. Then, she freed her hands from my grasp and reached behind her back to unhook her bra. Encouraged, I began to knead her exposed breasts with both hands. Her breasts felt smooth, elastic, soft, and warm. They were the perfect size, just enough for one hand to fully encircle. Her nipples were about the size of date pits. After my continued kneading, they hardened. At this moment, freed from my intrusion, she emitted clear moans of "Mmm...Mmm...Ah!" as her breasts heaved under my caresses, responding to my movements.

Being a novice to a woman's body, I had no time to appreciate it, hastily removing her nightgown. Because it was a onesie, a gentle lift revealed her lower body clad in white lace panties. Without thinking, I pulled down her panties, grasping my already hot and red, rock-hard penis and pressing it against her. Only then did I realize that her lower body was a mess, overflowing with vaginal fluid, her inner thighs wet and sticky. I tried to insert my penis into her wet opening, but due to nervousness and the slippery surface, I failed several times. Her lower body swayed continuously, seemingly beckoning for my penetration. This time, I gripped my large penis with my right hand, aimed the swollen, red glans at her opening, and thrust my hips forward. Using the lubrication of her vaginal fluids, I slid in easily. She cried out, "Ah!────," and hugged me tightly. Because I had never done this before, my penis immediately felt tightly enveloped by her vagina, warm and moist. It felt like a million ants were crawling on my penis, or like something was sucking it in. A tingling, electric-like sensation instantly filled my penis. The current traveled upwards from the glans, spreading throughout my body, before a sudden tingling sensation in my spine. My penis released, and billions of sperm gushed out, shooting deep into her vagina and uterus… Her buttocks trembled and responded to my vigorous thrusting as I ejaculated, her mouth continuously moaning with satisfied cries of "Ah! Ah! Ah!"

My first time ended prematurely in this tense state! (I felt incredibly ashamed at the time, feeling sorry for her. Later I learned that most men's first time is very quick. Haha~) I hugged her, a female teacher almost 10 years older than me, with a slightly apologetic expression. She didn't seem to blame me. She gently held my head and stroked my hair. At that moment, I felt like a child. I listened as she recounted her suffering: After she got married, her life was relatively happy for the first few years. The two of them lived peacefully. But after a few years of marriage, the novelty wore off. Her husband often had social engagements due to the nature of his work, and sometimes he even went to see prostitutes behind her back. At first, she argued with him after discovering this, and he restrained himself somewhat. But eventually, he became more and more involved, until one day he started keeping a prostitute on the side, and he came home less and less often, and rarely showed her any affection. Even when he occasionally wanted her, he was extremely rough, without a trace of tenderness, and after finishing, he would just go to sleep. Love and sex were unattainable for her. Under this double oppression, she was almost driven mad. But she dared not speak out. One reason was that family scandals shouldn't be aired in public, and the other was the fear of affecting her father's position as principal in the county. So they endured it. The frequent arguments led her to decide to move into the school dormitory.

The two were completely separated. After a period of peace, she gradually got used to her new life. But this didn't last long. One day, she went home to get something and opened the door to find her husband intimately embracing another woman in their own bed. She was utterly devastated.

She ran all the way back to school. Later, she called me… Hearing this, my mind became conflicted. On one hand, I felt sorry for her, and on the other hand, I felt guilty for taking advantage of her… I suspected I was taking advantage of her vulnerability. I immediately felt ashamed.

She seemed to understand my expression and said, "I don't blame you! I know you're young and innocent. Sex is something both men and women need. Good sex can make people happy. You're very gentle and considerate. It's fate that we had this intimate moment."

Besides her beauty, I also saw admirable qualities in her: open-mindedness and understanding. I suddenly liked the female teacher even more.

My heart was filled with tenderness. Passion was rekindled.

By this time, we were both naked. I could see her entire body. I held her close and whispered in her ear, "Meeting you is our destiny. For this destiny, I want to give you the most perfect and real sex!" She smiled shyly and closed her eyes. This time, the atmosphere was different from the tension before; we were both quite calm.

I pressed my warm, wet lips against her bright red lips again. This time, she cooperated, opening her mouth to welcome my tongue. Our two warm, wet tongues intertwined again, my tongue greedily swirling in her mouth, sucking the sweet, subtle taste. Her body was so sensitive that even a kiss made her tremble.

Her lips were so fleshy, and although I didn't want to leave, I still had a lot to do. So, after kissing for about four minutes, I withdrew my tongue and kissed her fair, smooth face. From her left cheek to her right, from her left eye to her right eye. After the kiss, I left my tongue on her ear, breathing heavily as I kissed her. The warm breath filled her ear and entered it.

She seemed unable to bear it any longer, her breath coming in rapid gasps as she murmured, "Mmm...ah...mmm...ah..." My hands didn't stop either, stroking her chest incessantly. Her breasts were truly beautiful. Smooth, white, and supple, they rose and fell with her breath, making them even more alluring. My lips followed her ear, kissing down her neck, finally settling on her full breasts. The moment my lips touched her breasts, her body trembled violently: "Ah! So good, ah, mmm..." When my tongue touched them, she felt an electric current coursing through her body, an indescribable comfort: "Ah, it feels so good. Keep going, keep licking, oh, so good..." I circled my tongue around her nipples, avoiding direct contact. Instead, I would lick every three or four circles before giving her nipples a sharp lick, each time causing her to cry out "Ah!" After finishing her breasts, I moved my attention to her lower abdomen, which was flat. I didn't miss a single inch of her skin, licking while continuing to caress and knead her breasts with my hands. The teacher, aroused and itchy from my caresses, writhed and moaned, arching her lower body upwards.

Finally, my lips reached that long-awaited paradise. Unlike the first time, this time I carefully observed the woman's sacred and mysterious triangle. First, a clump of glossy black pubic hair, neatly arranged like a dark forest. Further down, I saw two plump mounds, her labia, a dark reddish-black color. Between them was a slit. That must be the entrance to her paradise. After our foreplay, a lot of fluid had flowed from the entrance, some clinging to the pubic hair, glistening; some flowing down to the anus, clear and bright. I knew it was her vaginal fluid. I couldn't resist bringing my nose close, inhaling deeply. A fragrant aroma and the unique scent of a woman's hormones filled my nostrils, intoxicating my senses. I was instantly captivated by the scent. I stuck out my tongue and teased that slit. Slippery and slightly salty. "Ah! No, no, ah..." The sudden attack caught the teacher off guard. Whether it was pleasure or discomfort, her legs were tightly pressed together. I didn't let go; I gently pried her legs apart, making it clearer. Her labia were slightly parted under my stimulation, and her juices flowed out again. I inserted my tongue into the crevice, licking up and down.

"Mmm... um... ah... ah... I can't take it... so good... ah..." Each lick made her groan. Her juices flowed even more, soaking the sheets below. At this moment, I gently touched her clitoris with my hand. Her clitoris was already red and swollen. I parted the outer skin and gently licked around it with the tip of my tongue. As her moans grew louder, I took her clitoris into my mouth. "Mmm...ah..." She seemed to have never experienced clitoral stimulation before. This was the first time she felt her clitoris being licked by a tongue, and she felt like she was about to roll over, moaning and panting heavily. I held her clitoris in my lips and pressed my tongue against it, gently swirling it around. Sometimes I licked, sometimes I sucked hard, sometimes I teased, driving her to ecstasy, her breath coming in gasps. Seeing her constantly flowing with fluid, I gently inserted my index finger into her vagina. It felt slippery inside. Soon after my finger went in, it was tightly gripped by her vagina. I licked her clitoris while my finger stirred inside, constantly teasing the legendary G-spot, a woman's most sensitive spot.

"Ah...ah...I can't take it...I can't take it...faster..." Her vagina was very tight. Due to extreme arousal, I could feel her vagina contracting repeatedly, her lower body arching repeatedly. Moans rose and fell. I knew she was about to climax, so I quickened my pace. As I moved, her rhythm followed. Her buttocks arched upwards repeatedly. She moaned softly, "Mmm... Ah..."

Finally, with her final thrust, her body stiffened, her vagina contracted sharply, releasing a gush of vaginal fluid, and her whole body trembled.

By this time, my penis was already erect. Under the light, it looked magnificent, thick and long, slightly upturned, the glans more than twice its usual size, hard as steel. I gently placed the glans at the entrance of her vagina, using the lubrication of her recent fluids to rub it against the opening. Slowly, I rekindled her desire. She, who had been limp just moments before, began to pant softly again.

I turned around, my head facing her feet. I rubbed my penis against her opening while kissing her little toes. Books say that feet are also a woman's sensitive spot, capable of bringing unique sensations. Sure enough, after her orgasm, she gradually returned to the state, and under the dual stimulation of my glans rubbing and my licking of her toes, she moaned softly again, "Ah... Mmm... Ah..."

I kissed her from her toes down her calves to her thighs and groin. I noticed her juices had flowed again, emitting a captivating scent. I could no longer suppress the desire coursing through my body. I turned and climbed on top of her. Aiming my penis at the entrance, I thrust it deep into her vagina, completely submerging it, reaching her very core. "Ah!" The teacher let out a deep, satisfied groan, her body involuntarily writhing, her hands gripping my back tightly, her nails digging into my flesh. "So full…so swollen…so fulfilling! Xiao Ke, I love you!…" Her yearning vagina was instantly filled by my thick penis. It gave her an unprecedented sense of satisfaction, both physically and emotionally: "Quick, move, move…" I understood her request and knew she desperately needed my thrusting. So I began to thrust in and out. With each thrust, I felt the pleasure of my penis being tightly enveloped by her vagina, wet, warm, and slippery. I experienced unprecedented pleasure. I could feel her tender vaginal flesh being pulled out and then pushed back in with each thrust.

"Ah...so good...so small...I love you so much, you're making me feel so good...ah...how come I've never experienced this before..." She was experiencing ecstasy beneath me, calling out my name! Encouraged by her cries, I thrust even harder, nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, eight shallow thrusts followed by two deep ones. Sometimes shallow thrusts, sometimes a sudden, deep plunge, bringing out gushing streams of her juices.

After about ten minutes of thrusting, seven or eight hundred times, I could see she was incredibly comfortable. At this point, I rolled her over, her body limp, and made her kneel on the bed. My penis was to enter from behind. From behind, I could see her snow-white, round buttocks raised high, while my penis lingered at the entrance, deliberately not going in. She became impatient, her buttocks thrusting deeper and deeper, trying to find my penis. I held her firm buttocks with my left hand, grasped the head of my penis with my right, aimed at the opening, and thrust in all the way. At this moment, she let out a hysterical scream. Because this position allowed for deeper penetration, with each thrust, I could hear her ecstatic moans of "Mmm, ah..." echoing throughout the room.

And each thrust brought out a lot of vaginal fluid. In this position, the fluid flowed down her thighs, cascading like a waterfall onto the white sheets, leaving them wet.

I watched her white buttocks as I thrust in and out. "Ah...ah...mmm...so good...so deep...ah, you're making me feel so good..." After thrusting for about several tens of minutes, her cries grew more and more urgent, and I knew she was about to climax. So I quickened my pace, thrusting all the way in each time, reaching her G-spot.

I touched her cervix deep inside her vagina, creating a wonderful sensation that quickly spread throughout my body.

"Ah...mmm...what are you touching...it feels so good...don't stop...faster!" I quickened my pace.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Mmm! Ah!" Her cries grew more and more intense.

"Ah, faster!"

"Don't stop, deeper!"

"Ah, I'm coming, I can't take it anymore..." At this moment, I knew she was about to climax, so I increased the rhythm and force even more. Each thrust was a collision, and besides the glans pressing against her G-spot deep inside her vagina, my abdomen also made sounds from the impact with her sexy, plump buttocks.

I saw her body trembling uncontrollably, her vagina constantly contracting. A gush of hot vaginal fluid gushed out from deep within her vagina, making my glans tingle. The pleasure shot from the head of my penis all the way down my back. After a series of powerful thrusts, my semen gushed out with the force of my powerful erection, all of it shooting into her uterus.

"Ah!!" Under the influence of my semen, her vagina contracted in waves, letting out a muffled final groan. We reached orgasm simultaneously! We both collapsed onto the bed, limp.

I gently stroked her back, sharing with her the lingering pleasure. Her face was flushed, her eyes glazed over, a picture of blissful enjoyment.

After a long while, my penis finally went limp. I withdrew my penis.

A stream of vaginal fluid mingled with my semen, flowing from her opening. It emitted a captivating fragrance, filling the entire room… That night, we slept in each other's arms.

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