Teachers and students are very anxious.

I seemed to be interested in everything. However, something vague, something I felt was amiss, and an emotion was
slowly taking shape in my heart. A small figure quietly emerged in my mind—it was my teacher!
"Are you tired? You must have sweated a lot today! Let's go take a shower!" After saying this, my teacher appeared
... I began to care about my teacher's current situation, to worry about her. I took a deep breath, made up my mind, and decided it was time...
Following the path my teacher had taken, I walked forward. It was a long corridor, with
doors on both sides. These were probably the rooms and guest rooms for my teacher's family. In the middle of a dozen or so doors on the right
, a room shone with a soft, dim light through a half-open door. That must be
where ! I quickly approached the door and peeked through the crack.
Facing me was my teacher's flawless, white back, and I immediately breathed a sigh of relief; she was alright.
Just as I was about to slip away to give her some space to think, I noticed her body was
twitching . Ah?! She was crying, but I didn't know why. There was no time to think
further; I pushed open the door and went in.
She sat on the edge of a luxurious bed, the soft light in the room highlighting her curvaceous figure.
"Teacher," I called softly, watching her sleeping back. However,
instead of receiving any pity from her, I was also, frankly, a little annoyed. My teacher, who always listened to me so readily,
now .
Just as I was mentally planning how to prank the teacher, his sobs suddenly grew louder.
"Teacher," I blurted out involuntarily, a pang of heartache gripping my heart.
"Ah, Jiawei." The teacher turned around, looking at me with red, swollen, and tearful eyes.
"Jiawei," the teacher suddenly jumped up and rushed towards me, hugging me tightly and resting his head on
my shoulder: "Jiawei, you have to believe me... I... I... didn't... want to... ah..."
"Ah, doesn't this make you uncomfortable? Did I hurt you?!"
the teacher sobbed uncontrollably.
"Wh... what is that?" I was immediately confused; the teacher was somewhat incoherent.
"Waaah...you...you absolutely have to believe me...I don't want to at all...Waaah..." The teacher cried out hysterically with all
her might , her soft body constantly writhing in my arms.
Oh dear, the teacher's crying almost made me forget that I was holding a hot, slender body in my arms. Mmm,
the teacher's writhing gave my body an endlessly pleasurable sensation, her soft, white belly constantly rubbing against my throbbing penis that
hadn't had a chance to release. Soon, my penis was already high and erect, pressing against the teacher's belly, but the teacher
didn't notice at all, still crying and fussing in my arms, constantly begging me to believe her.
Damn it! What is she trying to make me believe?
Under the teacher's unreasonable demands, coupled with my slowly rising desires, a raging fire was
burning fiercely in my heart. At this point, there was only one way to simultaneously soothe the impulsive emotions of both myself and the teacher. I
grabbed the teacher's hands, which were pounding on my chest, and the teacher swayed his body, continuing to resist. Looking at the teacher's ample
bosom, I thought, "It's almost there!" A dark wooden door appeared before me. The door had two panels, left and right.
"Stop making noise!!..." I shouted, and with a forceful pull, I shoved the nearly frantic teacher onto the bed. Even
under my pressure, the teacher continued to cry and scream.
The teacher seemed inexperienced in this area, and besides, her breasts weren't the usual large size; her nipples often
smacked together. "Slap!" I gave the teacher a solid slap. "Still making noise!..." I yelled at her.
That slap sent a strange wave of pleasure through me, a feeling of complete subjugation. I had never known that
hitting someone could be so exhilarating, and my penis quickly became erect. The slap
gradually down; she lay motionless on the bed, silently weeping. I released my
grip on her, as she seemed to have calmed down.
I knelt down on top of her, spreading her legs wide, kneeling between them. I then
wandered aimlessly around the magnificent house for a while, touching and groping here and there .
I pulled her legs up to my waist, slightly adjusted the position of my genitals, thrust my hips forward, and forcefully inserted my
engorged penis into her vagina.
The feeling of it slowly tearing open...
The teacher's usually moist and tender vagina, having been dry for some time since our previous passion, lacking
proper foreplay, and in a state of trance, was difficult to penetrate.
I gritted my teeth and thrust in forcefully. A rare expression appeared on the teacher's face; seeing her furrowed brows and clenched teeth, as if
in unbearable pain, I quickly and deeply fell in love with this expression that aroused my senses. A desire to make the teacher
feel pain surged into my lower body. I quickly and forcefully inserted my penis fully, then pulled it out, then inserted it again,
then pulled it out again… the continuous, repetitive thrusting gave me a strong, stimulating pleasure amidst the slight pain.
But the teacher wasn't having it so easy. My back-and-forth movements, the intense pain roused her, and
she opened her eyes wide, trying to see clearly the person beneath her, so cruelly trampling on her.
"Hmph, stop yelling over there, you'll be ecstatic in a minute!" I gave the teacher a nonchalant reply.
"Ugh...it hurts! Jiawei, it's so dry! It hurts..." The teacher didn't resist, and her cries
noticeably subsided.
That's because she didn't dare disobey me. My position in her heart was already indescribable. At that moment,
based on my male pride, I was terrified of making a fool of myself.
Since she couldn't resist, she had no choice but to obediently cooperate. The teacher, with tears in her eyes, allowed me to
invade .
I reached out to touch the teacher's swaying breasts, the perfect curves beside her large breasts leading to her shapely
mounds. As my fingers touched her nipples, I suddenly felt a wetness on my penis; her juices were already
flowing. "Ah..." The teacher and I both felt a sharp pain, a pain like tape being stuck to the glans.
The teacher's eyes were still brimming with tears, yet her gaze radiated a lustful aura. A wanton smile
graced , her right index finger bitten in her mouth, her left hand resting on her full left breast, her legs tightly clamped around my
buttocks
.
A drastic change. And her vagina had undergone the same change, becoming wet and slippery, constantly contracting and
squeezing my penis.
"Damn! Feeling good, you slut!" My lust, fueled by the back-and-forth movement of my lower body, urgently needed release
, her soft, large breasts twisting and deforming with the force of my back. At that moment, I
ejaculated.
"Ahhh, so good! Faster...faster, use your magnificent penis to thrust into me hard!...Oh, fuck
me to death!" The teacher's moans echoed as I accelerated my thrusting.
"Ugh, almost there, is it okay?" For some reason, I couldn't suppress the extreme pleasure in my penis anymore,
and quickly asked my teacher.
"Ah, not yet! Just... just
one more time, harder... oh... oh... ah... I want it!" Just as I was eager to go further, my teacher reached out and pulled me up. As soon as I stood up, my teacher came right at me
... oh oh oh... ah ah...
I skillfully buried my head under my teacher's armpit, and when she realized what was happening and tried to pull away, her left breast
... My teacher's vagina tightly gripped my penis, and streams of honey-like fluid washed over my swollen
glans . My teacher's vaginal fluid gushed out with the movement of my penis, splashing all over my testicles, and hot, lustful
fluid also flowed all over my thighs and part of the sheets.
At the same time, my climax was approaching. As I gripped the teacher's white thighs, a
thought . I quickly pulled out my wet, slippery penis, lifted the teacher's legs, almost perpendicular to her body, and
placed them on my right shoulder. The teacher knew what I was about to do and quickly squeezed her beautiful legs together. I
could no longer control the urge of my penis and quickly inserted it between the teacher's thighs,
squeezing the flesh of her thighs inward with both hands. My lower body began to thrust in and out as if I were doing dry work, fucking the teacher's beautiful legs. The teacher's
beautiful legs were white and tender, no less than any other part of her body. Under the pressure of the tender
flesh , coupled with the back-and-forth of my waist, I quickly felt my semen gushing out.
"Ugh... Ahh..." The back-and-forth of my waist became even more intense.
"Pfft, pfft, pfft..." Thick, white semen shot out in powerful spurts, spraying the teacher's face and
head, even her large breasts weren't spared.
I wiped her face and body, noting a few drops of semen still clinging to her thighs.
Ah, what a soft bed! I really wanted to relax and rest. But it seemed I couldn't
afford to relax yet. I hadn't figured out what had just happened to the teacher. I straightened my back and
sat up, feeling a bit sore and tired.
I crept quietly towards the teacher, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, busy cleaning herself of
the thick fluid. Just as I reached her back, she raised her left hand, preparing to throw a tissue into the trash
can, which was already in my mouth.
"Ah... Jiawei, stop playing around..." The teacher involuntarily let out a soft moan.
I did as she said, gently patting her breast, then wrapped my arms around her and gently touched her face.
"What happened just now? Why were you crying?" I asked casually, though I was actually more eager to know the answer than
anyone .
"I...I'm really sorry, I lost control a bit." The teacher looked apologetic, and I
couldn't bear to blame her.
"Is there something wrong? What are you unhappy about?" I asked further.
"Oh! Jiawei, that feels so good!" In just a short while, the teacher's expression changed drastically.
"This... I... can I not say anything yet? Because..." The teacher hesitated, seemingly finding it
very difficult to speak.
"Never mind then. Tell me when you're ready." Remembering the teacher's
almost , I didn't want to press him further.
Although I knew that if I continued to negotiate without holding back, the teacher would definitely reveal everything without reservation,
I didn't want to put too much pressure on him.
Thinking of this, I pushed the teacher away. "Let me help you!" I said maliciously.
"Jiawei, you... you're so good." The teacher looked grateful and happy, leaning into my arms.
"Ah, it hurts... Jiawei... it hurts so much... stop it!..." she cried, pleading
. I smiled but didn't answer. I gently stroked her hair. Suddenly, she jumped up, touched my
body , then slipped off the bed, stood in front of it, and grabbed my hand.
A sweet smile.
Ah, she was a little tired. However, I always thought that the fluid flowing from our bodies must
be more than just sweat. I nodded to her, pulled her up, and then wrapped my arms around her slender waist:
"Take me there!"
"Mm." Her delicate hand also wrapped around my waist, and she tiptoed to give me a light kiss on my right cheek.
"Hey, you're taking advantage of me!"
"You don't even know how many times
you've taken advantage of me!" "Every time, you've been having a blast!"
"I hate you!" The teacher flung her hand away and turned to leave.
"Oh...you're shy after all!" I deliberately raised my voice, forcefully scolding the teacher.
Before the teacher could retort, I swiftly stepped forward, one hand on her back, the other
around her thigh, and with a swift movement, lifted her up.
"Ouch!!" The teacher was startled, seemingly unable to understand why she was floating in the air.
"Trying to leave? You can't get past this railing!" I said with a grin, looking down at the teacher in my arms.
The teacher said coquettishly, "You scared me to death! How disgusting! I'm not taking you to the toilet! I..." Before
the teacher could finish speaking, I interrupted her with my tongue, cutting off her next sentence, "I'll go by myself."
The teacher's tongue, not to be outdone, immediately wrapped tightly around the intruder, sucking greedily.
After I withdrew my tongue, the teacher's hands had already unconsciously encircled my neck. I seemed
reluctant... "Oh, okay then!" I parted my hands from the teacher's alluring soft breasts, squeezed some more bath lotion onto my hands, and
kissed the teacher again as if reluctant to part, saying, "You're not taking me? Then I'll take you!"
The teacher rubbed her warm cheek against my chest, nodded, and softly said, "Mmm."
I carried the teacher out of the room, and under her guidance, we wandered through the vast mansion, turning left and right, until we arrived at
a long corridor. The teacher pointed forward and said, "Just keep going until the end, that's it."
Good heavens, without the teacher, I probably wouldn't have been able to find the exit in this house.
Her large breasts swayed from side to side, making my aroused emotions even harder to suppress.
Just as I was bitterly smiling to myself, the teacher suddenly called out, "Jiawei!"
"Hmm, is something wrong?" I quickly snapped back to reality.
Just as the bath lotion had almost spread on my back, the teacher put his hands on my shoulders and leaned forward slightly
. "Could you put me down a little?"
"Heh, no, look how important you are." The teacher didn't miss any opportunity to tease me.
I shrugged, unable to argue, and could only obey the teacher's words, moving my hands holding the teacher down a little
.
"Okay, that's enough," the teacher said to me with a satisfied tone.
Without any response, I froze, unsure whether to leave or stay. At that moment, my heart was filled with thoughts of the teacher…
Okay, keep going. I had only taken one step when I immediately felt a warm, soft touch on my right breast.
Ah! The teacher was licking my nipple.
"Ah, you're so good!" I said helplessly. The teacher glanced at me, giving me a mischievous
look .
Oh well, let her be! I walked towards the end of the corridor, letting the teacher enjoy my
nipple . The teacher's nimble tongue, covered in saliva, licked my nipple, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily
, bringing me intense pleasure. Her right hand wasn't idle; it moved
with practiced skill, making me want to moan.
My nipples tightened and hardened from the tingling, wet sensation, the pleasure sending a direct jolt to my groin.
My penis, slightly limp from the intense ejaculation, slowly regained its former strength.
The door was covered in symmetrical carvings, each with a golden handle.
Reaching the door, I hesitated, wondering how to open it, as there was no lock on the door or around its edges.
"Don't be so hasty, you're making me so itchy," the teacher complained, pouting.
Since it was a bathroom, it shouldn't be a place you could just barge in!
Just as I was pondering this, the teacher stretched out her arm, gently touched the door, and it opened with a click. "Still standing
there, I patted the teacher's legs and then collapsed onto the bed beside her. The teacher picked up a tissue and started cleaning up afterwards.
What are you doing? Hurry up and go inside!" The teacher's sweet voice interrupted my still confused thoughts.
Sigh, let's go in. It's
like a giant bathhouse, five or six times larger than a typical living room. No, maybe even more than ten times!
This bathroom—no, let's just call it a bathhouse—is surrounded by a green plastic
carpet . Beyond the carpet are six steps leading down to the actual bathhouse. It's like a baseball field,
surrounded by stands, with the actual baseball field at the very center. And on that green plastic
carpet, everything is included: a refrigerator, air conditioning, and a huge
television screen . However, all these appliances seem to be properly assembled and placed, a good
distance from the screen, so there shouldn't be any problems.
I carried the teacher a few more steps forward, looking down into the bathhouse. The bathhouse was huge, about
fifteen meters long and ten meters wide. Wow, this was the biggest "bathtub" I'd ever seen,
almost like a small swimming pool. It was already filled with clean water, emitting wisps of steam. Looks like
I'm going to check on the teacher.
She'd come prepared. The bathhouse walls were covered with snow-white tiles, and all the necessary toiletries were provided, though it seemed
there were only enough for two people. Hmm, the teacher really put in the effort. But honestly, taking a bath in this kind of "bathroom" must
be incredibly refreshing.
"Are you staring? Put me down!" The teacher's call reminded me of the beautiful
woman in my arms, and I quickly and gently put her down.
I stood still, too embarrassed to make a move. Although my relationship with the teacher was more than just ordinary,
she patted my chest and chuckled, "Don't just stand there! Do I have to teach you how to take a bath?"
I smiled back at her, quickly walked down the stairs, and arrived at the bathhouse. I bent down and touched
the water in the tub. Hmm, it was a bit warm, but that kind of water was perfect for soaking. I instinctively reached for my waistband
to pull down my pants, but forgot I was already completely naked, and my grasp landed on nothing. Looking up at the teacher, I saw her
smiling and watching me.
I picked up a basin beside me, scooped water from the bathroom, and poured the hot water over myself. I felt incredibly
embarrassed because the teacher was staring at me the whole time. Even though we were close, my movements
became unnatural. The teacher seemed to notice that she was acting a little stiff because of me
. After hesitating for a moment, she walked up to me with a smile that ignited desire. Every inch of her body was so alluring, so irresistible, so captivating.
"What's wrong? Is the water too hot?"
"Ah, no."
"Then, is it too stuffy in here?"
"Ah, no."
"Then what's wrong?"
Looking at the teacher's playful expression, I was sure she knew the real reason; she was
just .
"No one's usually around when I shower."
At that moment, I really longed to take a proper shower and get some rest all by myself. However, even the teacher...
She didn't give me a chance to relax. She leaned against me, her right hand roaming restlessly between my buttocks.
"Then, let me help you wash!" The teacher didn't give me a chance to refuse. She quickly pulled over a
stool and pushed me onto it.
"Ah, teacher, no need." It wasn't that I was embarrassed to let the teacher help me wash, but I was very shy
. If she continued to do this, I'd have to "work hard" again.
"Oh...you're embarrassed? What are you afraid I'll see?!" The teacher would
n't budge.
Sigh! Actually, I wanted to save my energy for the evening, to have a proper "battle" with the teacher. But
now , I couldn't refuse her kindness!
The teacher skillfully poured some shower gel onto my back, the cold feeling making me quite uncomfortable. "Heh, let
me use my grandma to help you!" As soon as she finished speaking, I could feel her nipples scraping against my back,
causing a trickle of fluid. Wow, she's getting horny too!
She was using bath lotion.
She couldn't control herself; her nipples slid across my back, like she was scratching an itch, making me want
to laugh.
Only then did I fully appreciate her softness, that irresistible softness.
After rubbing against my back for a while, she slowly moved her position, her breasts not separating from my body, gradually moving her
petite frame to my chest. She looked at me with lustful eyes, her arms wrapped around me, her body
beginning to slide up and down again. There
was nothing I could do; even if I wanted to rest, in this situation, I could only helplessly accept
the slight trembling of her body.
I treated the teacher's almost provocative actions as a massage, until I realized her eyes
were practically spitting fire. During this skin-to-skin contact, she had already been
aroused by her own actions.
I applied a layer of pink shower gel to her smooth back, gently stroking and rubbing it with my hands. Her back wasn't my target, of
course soon, my restless hands slowly slid forward, reaching for
her breasts. Because of the lubricating effect of the shower gel, the large object in my hands felt even softer, smoother, and
more elusive.
"You're so naughty! Always playing with... me... ah..." When the teacher turned around and scolded me, I saw her
face was flushed red.
"I'm innocent! I'm just applying shower gel to you!" My fingers slowly climbed to the very peak of her breasts.
"Ah...no way, who...rubs there all the time?" the teacher protested, panting heavily.
Now, it was time to launch the attack on her lower body.
I evenly applied the shower gel in my palm to the teacher's round, high buttocks and perfectly curved
legs . My hand slowly slid down her plump buttocks, down her thighs, and then repeatedly rubbed
upwards. I was like examining a statue, careful and cautious, afraid of
damaging this perfect work of art in any way.
"Plop!" With a sound, as the teacher was immersed in my caresses, my hand slid into
the groove in the center of her round buttocks. With a "Ah..." from the teacher, my hand and the slippery shower gel traveled through
her anus, reaching her most alluring private parts.
"Oh dear, who put on the shower gel for you? Why is it so wet here!" I teased the
teacher , but my hand continued to slide around her vaginal opening.
"Oh...ah...it's all your fault...it's gotten like this...ah..." The teacher's body
was uncontrollably swaying and twisting with my movements.
I looked up at the teacher's face; her beautiful eyes were tightly closed, her brows furrowed, she gritted her teeth, and forced a
push: "Damn it! What are you yelling about?!" I quickly pounced on the teacher, pressing her tightly onto the bed.
A wave of pleasure washed over me. I could feel the hot, lustful fluid flowing from the teacher's vagina, gushing into my heart. I also felt
a passionate kiss to relieve her urgent desire. Our tongues intertwined for a while before we
slowly separated.

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