Virgin school beauty

I graduated from a teachers' college this year. Back then, I was considered one of the most beautiful girls on campus. I'm 175cm tall, taller than many models. Many men pursued me, but my standards were too high; I didn't like them. During my graduation internship at a vocational high school, one student relentlessly pursued me. He was from a wealthy family, two years younger than me, and only 171cm tall. I didn't want to date him, but I found it very interesting, so we slowly started playing the teacher-student game.

It was summer, and we'd been dating for about a month, mostly just holding hands. No man had ever touched my hand before. He seemed very honest, so he probably genuinely liked me.

One weekend, he said he'd take me to his house. I was quite excited. On Saturday morning, I made a point of dressing up, taking a shower, growing my hair long, and wearing a light yellow dress with ribbons, feeling like a pure and innocent young girl.

He drove to his villa in the suburbs. When we went inside, no one was home. In his upstairs bedroom, I sat on the bed, and he sat on the sofa. We chatted for a few minutes, and then he suddenly grabbed my feet with both hands. I was barefoot at the time, and he squeezed my feet tightly, saying they were very beautiful. I didn't move, and then he opened his mouth and bit my toes. I found it amusing, thinking he probably felt like a student trying to please his teacher.

He kissed my feet for a while, then sat on the bed, hugged me, and kissed me. I didn't resist; I cooperated. But after a while, I noticed his hands touching my body. I looked down and saw that he had pulled my skirt down to my waist, leaving me only in my bra. I didn't want things to continue, so I pushed him away and tried to get up to leave. But as I stood up, perhaps because I was a little nervous, my skirt fell down, tripping me and making me fall to the ground. Now I was only wearing my bra and panties. I tried to grab my skirt, but he stepped on it, then pounced on me, kissing me and saying he loved me.

He unhooked my bra, and I struggled desperately. Unable to reach me, he tied my hands behind my back, rendering me immobile. He then carried me to the bed, his hands gripping my breasts tightly, squeezing and biting them, especially my nipples.

I was too afraid to scream, so I kept begging him to stop. I was terrified and cried. He stood up and started taking off his clothes. It was the first time I'd ever seen a man's penis—it was so big! I was horrified and screamed. He then grabbed his underwear and shoved it into my mouth. I struggled desperately, but he pulled off my underwear. I clamped my legs tightly together, but he grabbed my feet and lifted my legs without separating them. He then bit my toes hard. The pain made me loosen my grip, and he spread my legs, thrusting his penis into my genitals, biting, licking, and touching them. I was both ashamed and scared, still struggling, but unable to scream.

He dragged my legs off the bed, stood between them, and twisted my breasts tightly with both hands, panting heavily, looking at me excitedly. I could feel his penis on my lower abdomen, and I knew what he would do next. I cried desperately. He guided his penis against my genitals, spread them apart slightly, and inserted it a little. Then he twisted my breasts again with both hands, twisting them hard. With a sudden force, he thrust his penis all the way into my lower body. I felt a tearing pain, and I stopped resisting. He did this to me for a while, and I felt something enter my lower body. He

sat on the bed to rest for a while, wiped my lower body clean with a towel, and said, "Teacher, you've worked hard too, take a rest." After saying that, he hugged me and lay me on the bed. I had my back to him, and his penis was touching my buttocks. I felt only shame and regret.

He lay there for a while and then left. I couldn't untie the ropes on my hands, nor could I spit out the underwear in my mouth. He returned almost an hour later and saw me still writhing helplessly on the bed. He said he would wash me and carried me to the bathroom. He also took off his clothes and showered my lower body and anus. He then carried me to the bathtub, where I helplessly let him do as he pleased, lying face down with my buttocks raised high, only able to balance on my head.

I felt him insert something hard and cold into my anus, pushing it in as if it were water. I couldn't resist at all; my rectum felt swollen. He then pulled me up and made me squat over the drain. I couldn't control myself and defecated in front of him. He repeated this several times until only clear water came out. I felt an indescribable humiliation.

Then he carried me to the bed, made me lie face down, and placed a blanket and two pillows under my stomach so my buttocks were raised high. He spread my anus open with both hands and inserted his fingers, probing and poking inside. I was in pain and ashamed, unable and powerless to resist.

He did this to me for a while, then inserted a small bottle into my anus and pushed something oily into it. I felt a tingling sensation inside. He knelt at my height, grabbed my breasts with both hands, and pressed his penis against my anus. I knew a little, but I couldn't move. He excitedly thrust his penis in and out of my anus, while I could only cry and endure the tearing pain and the burning sensation in my rectum. He did this to me for a long time before ejaculating into my anus again. He

rested on top of me for a while, then smeared something sticky inside my vagina before taking the underwear out of my mouth. I didn't know what to say at that moment; I could only cry. He gave me a glass of water, which I drank, but found the taste a little strange. He took a bottle of floral water and inserted the small end into my anus. I cried again from the pain. He told me to rest for a while and left.

I tried to get the bottle out and struggled on the bed, but after a while, I had a special feeling, something I couldn't describe—a strong urge for a man, an increasing desire for him to penetrate my vagina. I gradually lost control of myself, kneeling on the floor, forcefully pressing the bottle in my anus, and began to moan.

Just then, he came in; actually, he hadn't left, but had been peeking at me from outside the door. He sat on the sofa, but I crawled to him. He stretched out one foot and pressed it against my genitals, and I vigorously used his foot to stimulate myself. He released my hands, but I grabbed his foot and used his toes to stimulate myself. He pinched and twisted my clitoris with his toes, which I thoroughly enjoyed. Then he placed his other foot on my genitals, and that foot on my breast. I held his foot with one hand while he stimulated my genitals, and with the other hand, I grabbed his foot and rubbed my breast. His foot on my breast was covered in my fluids; he wiped them on my breast and then brought them to my lips, which I licked clean.

He used both feet on me like this, but my desire grew stronger. I took off his pants and bit down on his penis, sucking and licking it vigorously.
He was probably very satisfied with my performance. He carried me to the bed, inserted a cucumber into my vagina, and then sat on my mouth with his anus facing it. He twisted the bottle in my anus and the cucumber in my vagina. Although his anus smelled terrible, I licked it diligently for him.

He got excited too, and suddenly pressed himself against me, inserting his penis into my mouth. He continued to thrust the bottle and cucumber in and out of my mouth. I got excited too, sucking him desperately. He ejaculated into my mouth, which I drank.

But I wasn't satisfied. I licked him desperately, trying to please him by licking his feet, anus, and penis, while simultaneously thrusting the bottle and cucumber in and out of my vagina. He ignored me and kicked me off the bed. I remained kneeling on the floor, still masturbating, trying to make him happy and have him do it again. I don't know how many orgasms I had, before I collapsed on the floor.
I don't know how long I was unconscious. I found my hands were tied again, my lower body was in excruciating pain, and the bottle and cucumber were still inserted. But he was watching a video, recording me. He carried me to the bed, removed the bottle from my anus, and started touching it again. The cucumber inside my vagina kept pressing against me, causing only pain. He told me I had performed exceptionally well yesterday, and that he had given me four times the dose of aphrodisiac.

I didn't get back until Sunday night; I was too weak to move and had taken several days off work.

After that, I became my student's toy. He would come to me whenever he had free time, no matter what I was doing, even in my office or outdoors. I had no choice but to let him play with me as he pleased, using his stinky feet to poke my vagina, rub my breasts, and lick his stinky feet and anus. I performed oral and anal sex on him, letting him insert all sorts of things into my anus and there.
Later, I graduated, and so did he, and we lived together. Then, he moved away because he had had his fill of me too. I don't know which city he's in now. I remember him saying to me: I was the virgin he had the most fun with.

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