The True Face of a Teacher (Part 1)

I was sound asleep when my teacher and I were simultaneously awakened by a ringing phone. Opening my sleepy eyes, I realized it had been daylight for who knows
how long .

Ugh! As soon as I became fully awake, a sharp pain shot through my thighs and lower back. My teacher and I
exchanged a ; because the cream cake had solidified, we were stuck together, but we didn't want to separate, so
we felt each other's warmth in our embrace.

I turned my head, searching for the source of the ringing. A quick glance revealed it was my phone. I
grabbed the still-ringing phone, and just as I was about to answer, the ringing stopped. The screen showed five
missed calls and one voicemail. Ugh, I wondered who was calling me so urgently. Maybe my buddies wanted to
play cards? I grumbled inwardly at the disturbing call, but obediently dialed the
voicemail .

"Hey, still sleeping? I was going to chat with you before work! You naughty boy, time to get up!"
A sweet voice drifted into my ears. My heart skipped a beat. This... isn't that Sister Ping?!

She continued, "Well, say a few words too!"

The conversation paused, and then another lovely voice came from the other end of the line: "Mmm, good morning!" Sweet
with shyness. Oh my, isn't that Xiao Hui?! My heart pounded. I didn't hear much of what she said after that, only that
it was Sister Ping talking.

I never expected they would actually call me. Aren't one-night stands usually a clean
break afterward? Like strangers? Then, could it be that Xiao Hui took what I said to her last night seriously? At
this thought, reason and lust clashed in my mind once again. I felt flattered and
overwhelmed , thinking I might as well take advantage of it, but a vague

sense of danger lingered, making it seem impractical. "Whose call was that? Was it a woman, your girlfriend?" Seeing my dazed expression, the teacher's question
carried a hint of jealousy.

I quickly snapped out of it, hugged the teacher tightly, and softly said, "I don't have a girlfriend right now, only
my dear teacher." Then, we kissed.

If my girlfriend hadn't gone out of town with her family these past few days, she would be frantically searching for me, I thought to myself
with a secret smile.

"Mmm, teacher, your face is so sweet!" I stroked the teacher's hair and kissed her cheek.

"You're the same!" As she spoke, the teacher began kissing my chest, licking
my pectoral muscles and nipples with her tongue. Although I didn't really want to, my long-dormant penis suddenly sprang to life,
bulging between the teacher's thighs.

"You rascal, you did it so many times yesterday," the teacher said, moving her thighs aside to avoid suppressing it.

Looking at my erection, I thought, "Huh? Besides the cream residue on my pubic hair, there's some
yellowish-white stuff stuck to it. Ah, that must be the filth from the teacher's anus!
It got stuck to my penis during last night's passion.

" Pointing at my penis, I said, "Look, teacher, that's what was in your anus!" My finger pointed
even further towards its target.

The teacher glanced at it, then blushed and whispered, "Ugh! Stop talking, it's so dirty!"

I laughed and said, "But you enjoyed it so much yesterday! Teacher, what's it like to have anal sex
?"

"At first it hurt so much, really hurt, like my anus was going to split open. But when you insert it
, there's a slightly itchy feeling inside." The teacher seemed to recall her experience from the previous night, swallowed, and
continued "When it stopped hurting so much, it felt so full inside, and
it got itchier and itchier, I wanted someone to scratch it..." A blush spread across the teacher's face.

"When you first start, although it hurts a lot, there's also an indescribable comfort, a tingling and itchy feeling, like you
're flying." The teacher got excited and started gesturing wildly.

"A moment later, I felt like my soul was about to fly away from you, an indescribable pleasure kept surging through me.
I felt dizzy, my vision went white, and when I woke up, this was it!" The teacher spoke
animatedly .

She pointed to her buttocks and said, "But it still hurts a little! It's quite uncomfortable."
Her eyes were fixed on me with a seductive gaze, clearly recalling the excitement of the previous night, her heart aroused. "

Come on, let's go wash up." I pulled the teacher up, half-pushing, half-carrying her into the bathroom. I sat comfortably on a small stool, and after the teacher filled the tub with water, she carefully washed me. However, her gaze and the areas she washed mostly lingered on my penis, seemingly hinting at something. "Okay, teacher, let me clean your anus now!" I stood up, my groin throbbing. "No way, you're so lewd!" "What? I just want to help you clean yourself, can you do that yourself?!" The teacher couldn't refute for a moment, and I took advantage of this to push her down to the ground and lift her buttocks. "Oh, teacher, your asshole is so cute! There's even a little hair around it!" This was true; there really were a few soft, fine hairs near the teacher 's anus. "Stop it! Don't look, I'm so embarrassed." The teacher's voice was both coquettish and seductive, I couldn't tell if she was rejecting it or begging me to continue. "Teacher, relax your asshole a little." I gently stroked the teacher's back door with my fingers. "Mmm, mmm..." The teacher did as I said, and at this moment, her previously tight anus revealed a small hole. "Yes, very good! Don't move, keep going." But how could this position last? And the teacher was a novice in this area, so I saw her anus contract slightly. I connected a hose to the tap nearby, turned the water on a very low flow, and slowly poured a thin stream of water into the teacher's slightly open anus, continuously pouring it in. Actually, I had wanted to try "enema" for a long time, but no one would let me do it. The teacher was completely unaware; she thought I was just cleaning her. The teacher began to groan. Perhaps the cold water was stimulating her intestines, causing her to react . Soon, the teacher's face changed. The teacher hurriedly got up, clutching her stomach, her face somewhat pale.

Pale-faced, she said, "Jiawei, can you go out first? I want to..."

"Want to poop, huh?" I interrupted her, a satisfied
smile .

"Ah, so...it's you who made me...ah, you're so mean!"
Cold sweat as she gritted her teeth, trying to hold it in.

"No way! There's only one way to help you clean up, and that's to make sure you're clean first!" I said
casually .

"Okay...okay, then go out first, okay?" The teacher seemed unable to bear it any longer, her legs tightly pressed together,
pleading softly.

"If I go out, wouldn't all my efforts be wasted? No, I want to watch you poop." I grinned slyly.

"Oh dear, well...okay then." The teacher began to move towards the toilet, her steps small, as if any larger
movement would cause her to be unable to hold it in.

I grabbed the teacher and said, "No, we'll do it here." I pointed to
the tiled floor directly below us.

"Ouch, Jia...Wei...don't make it harder on me, I feel so uncomfortable!"

As she spoke, I pushed her down. I then walked behind her and
spread . As her legs parted, I saw a "plop" sound as a yellowish
liquid flowed from her anus. Unexpectedly, this liquid excited me even more. Ignoring her pleas,
I forcefully made her kneel on the ground with her legs wide open. Originally, I only wanted to see her shameful appearance, but seeing
her pained expression as she endured the pain of her legs being spread wide, I couldn't resist
the urge to brutally humiliate her. Ignoring the filth, I noticed her normally tight anus was now bulging due to the filth inside her, and
I curiously poked it with my finger.

Who knew the teacher couldn't hold back any longer? She cried out in pain, "Ah... I can't...
it's coming out..." Then, more runny, sticky fluid leaked from her anus.

"No, you have to hold it in. Do you hear me!" I gently patted the teacher's pale
face and said sternly.

The teacher bit her lower lip tightly, slowly nodded, her whole body trembling uncontrollably, tears
streaming down her face. Perhaps this was truly too humiliating for the teacher; even the basic freedom of excretion was being taken away,
coupled with the excruciating pain in her abdomen, it was no wonder she cried. But I wasn't satisfied with the result.
Seeing the teacher silently enduring the overwhelming urge to defecate, I thought, "Hmph, I'll make her move, I'll see
her in unbearable agony."

I stood up, held my penis in front of her face, and said, "Lick it! You can poop after I cum
."

A hint of joy appeared on the teacher's tear-streaked face, but she only gently stuck out her tongue, not daring
to increase the movement.

"Damn it! Take the whole thing in! Lick it hard, you idiot! I
won't be able to cum even if you lick like this until tomorrow! Hurry up, you stupid pig!!" I cursed.

The teacher seemed scared, and just like when she gave me oral sex, she took my penis into her mouth, swallowing and
spitting it in and out, but a look of pain occasionally appeared between her brows.

"No, teacher, you have to use your tongue too! And touch my testicles with your hands too!" I kept criticizing
the teacher 's service, urging her to keep correcting it.

“Mmm…mmm…good…so big…so big…” Who knew the teacher
would She probably sensed my excitement was higher than usual!

“Mmm…ah…it’s good…Teacher…mmm…this feels so good!” At this moment,
the teacher could still give me such pleasure; I truly admired her from the bottom of my heart.

The teacher would sometimes tease my glans with her fingers, sometimes take my testicles into her mouth, and then
slowly lick them with her tongue, gradually increasing the speed of her oral sex.

“Mmm, so good, Teacher, you’re holding it so tightly! Remember, you can stop when I ejaculate!” I said,
touching the teacher’s head.

Suddenly, the teacher brought her breasts up, using her large, soft bodies to clamp my penis and
knead it , while her tongue also served my glans.

"Mmm...Teacher, I'm about to cum..." Powered by the teacher's ample breasts, I quickly reached the peak of
my climax .

"Mmm...Ah!..." I ejaculated my first thick load of semen between the teacher's breasts.

At the same time, almost perfectly timed, a series of "pitter-patter," "splash-splash," and "
glug glug" sounds accompanied by a foul odor wafted out. The teacher knelt with her legs wide open, her face showing a
look of pleasurable satisfaction, moaning softly. Only after the strange sounds subsided did the teacher
come to her senses , her face flushed, looking both comfortable and shy.

I walked behind the teacher and was utterly shocked. "My God!" I blurted out. I never imagined that
my delicate and petite teacher could produce such thick and large feces. A dark yellow object, at least four centimeters in diameter and
forty centimeters in length, swirled together, emitting a nauseating stench. This was
the largest amount of poop I had ever seen in my life—so thick, so big, so many—it was impossible to associate
it .

"Teacher, how long has it been since you...did this?" It was impossible for an ordinary person to create something like this,
I couldn't help but ask curiously.

The teacher turned around, startled by her creation, and stammered, "I...
I...um...it's been a long time..."

"Hmm, maybe your stomach isn't feeling well? But don't worry, I'll take care of things from now on," I said, looking at the teacher who was too ashamed to lift
her head.

"You...you...always like this...playing...playing with people...making people...so...so...
embarrassed," the teacher whispered.

“You should be embarrassed. I’ve never seen such shocking poop before!” I pointed
to the pile of stuff. “And it stinks so badly, it’s really something! Come here.” I sniffed,
frowned, and beckoned to her.

“No…don’t say anymore.” The teacher stood up, her face flushed, and
walked towards me with her head down.

“Lie down, stick your butt out!” I commanded after the teacher reached my side.
Unable to resist, I could only follow instructions.

I touched her lower abdomen from behind and said, "I never imagined such a small belly could hold
so many terrible things!"

Suddenly, I noticed that her thighs and genitals were covered in
a asked in surprise, "Teacher, this…"

"Just now… I… had an orgasm…" the teacher stammered, seemingly knowing what I was asking
.

Good heavens! It must have been the extreme pain of enduring it that, upon release, caused the thick, long feces to pierce through
her anus, giving her, with her highly sensitive anus, an orgasm! No wonder she had that
blissful expression just now.

Thinking about this, I increasingly felt that the teacher's body was truly unbelievable. Even in this state, she could
experience pleasure. Just how powerful were the desires hidden within her body?

I washed the filth from the teacher's anus with water and said, "Will you have an orgasm? Since you've already pooped, let's finish it all at once
!" Then I poured water into the teacher's anus again.

Not long after, the teacher groaned, "Ah...it's coming again..."

"Then go ahead and poop," I said calmly.

The teacher quickly stood up, squatted for less than two seconds, and her anus made a "pitter-patter" sound again as a bunch of yellow
, sticky stuff gushed out of her narrow anus. This time, although it wasn't as firm and well-formed as before, the quantity was
no less—clumps of lumps, granules, heaps of mucus, thick, soft matter,
completely different from last time. The only thing that remained the same was the strong, foul stench.

I was utterly shocked. I quickly pulled the teacher aside, lifted her buttocks, and poured water into her
back entrance again.

"You're terrifying! Let me see how much more you've hidden! You filthy poop teacher!" I said while
chugging water .

"Waaah... I'm not a poop teacher... Waaah..." the teacher hurriedly denied,
overwhelmed , and cried in a panic.

"Still saying no?! I've never seen anyone poop as much as you, nor have I ever smelled anyone as stinky as you
. Damn it, it stinks so much, I'm heartbroken! You still dare to say no?" I shouted, feigning anger, "Damn it,
look, your stinky anus is bulging again! Want to poop again? Hurry up and poop, you filthy devil!" I pushed
the teacher .

The teacher tried to hold it in, but after pooping twice, the muscles couldn't contract anymore, and with a "plop," it came
out . This time it was much better, just a light yellow liquid mixed with a few yellow particles.

"Don't fall, there's more!" The teacher, already exhausted from defecating, collapsed to the side after finishing. I quickly
grabbed her and poured water into her anus. With a "gurgling" sound, she defecated again. Finally, this time,
most of what came out was just clear liquid.

Because I moved her to another spot after each bowel movement, and because I didn't turn off the tap, letting
the water flow continuously, the not-so-large bathroom floor, with its clean white tiles, was almost entirely covered in the teacher's excrement, filling the room with a stench. I pushed the teacher away. She was already weak and powerless, and slipped on her own feces, collapsing face-first into the filth. Dragging her limp body, she struggled to her feet, her hair , chest, abdomen, legs, and limbs all covered in her own excrement, utterly filthy. Her white skin was covered in yellow filth, a bizarre combination that was nauseating. Some of the filth was even sliding down the teacher's slender curves! I yelled, "You still say you're not dirty?! Look at you, you're covered in poop, your own poop ! Aren't you ashamed?! You're filthy and stinks horribly. Damn it, it's disgusting to look at!" Upon hearing my words, the teacher could no longer hold back her tears and broke down, sobbing softly . I offered no comfort, simply saying, "Clean yourself up before you come out! You filthy, poop-covered teacher." Then I walked out of the bathroom. Hearing the scrubbing sounds behind me, it seemed the teacher had begun the task I had given her. I went to the bed , pulled off all the sheets and blankets we'd soiled, and took another set from the cabinet. I collapsed onto the bed. I glanced at the clock; it was only a little past eight. Sister Ping and the others had called around seven. Still early, I should rest . Thinking of the teacher's embarrassing state and those mountains of excrement, I felt a surge of excitement. Then I thought of the teacher's now-cleaned anus. Hehe, I'm in for a treat later.

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