Rape my English teacher

To be honest, I never imagined that I would run into my former English teacher at the place where I was assigned to work after graduation. She was three years older than me and taught me eighth-grade English after graduating from teachers' college. At that time, I did well in all subjects except English. My seventh-grade English teacher was an old woman who always mocked me, so I didn't want to study anymore. Back

then, she was considered one of the prettier female teachers in our school. So, I always paid close attention in her classes, and she always asked me questions and took special care of me. She also often helped me with difficult problems. Later, when I was in ninth grade, she was transferred to another place.

I remember that summer, after an English test, when the test papers were handed out, I did terribly and was in a bad mood, sitting there sullenly. She noticed this and asked me to take the test paper to her office. I followed her all the way; her full figure, her pert buttocks, and today she was wearing a gray and white dress, looking charming and alluring. As I followed her, I couldn't help but fantasize. When I arrived at her office, she was sitting at her desk. I sat down beside her, opened my test paper, and she began explaining my mistakes.
As I glanced at her inexperiencedly, I suddenly noticed she was wearing a low-cut dress, her two snow-white breasts clearly exposed, a white bra, and a deep cleavage. My heart immediately raced, and my face flushed. She noticed my reaction, followed my gaze, and saw her own breasts exposed. She blushed too, immediately stood up, and told me to go back to the classroom. From then on, I often recalled that exhilarating moment. In college, I often used that scene to masturbate, finding it incredibly pleasurable.

After graduating, I was assigned to work as a civil servant in a small seaside town. At a class reunion, an old classmate told me that my junior high English teacher lived in the same city. Hearing this, I was extremely excited. After getting her phone number, I immediately called her. When she realized it was me, she was also very happy and invited me to visit. When I saw her again, she was more mature and more charming than before.

She wore a white suit, her grey underwear barely visible, her skin fair and smooth, incredibly alluring. After that, I often ate at her house and learned that she and her husband weren't getting along. I secretly rejoiced; perhaps my chance was waiting for me. We spent almost a year like this.

Around December of last year, I was on a business trip in Guangzhou. Unexpectedly, I received a call from her husband, telling me she was coming to Guangzhou for an exam and he couldn't accompany her, asking me to keep her company. I was overjoyed and readily agreed. I booked a deluxe single suite at a hotel near her exam venue. After her exam, she asked me to go shopping and sightseeing in Guangzhou with her.

I took her to many shopping malls, and we didn't get back to the hotel until after 11 pm. She had a great time, saying she hadn't had so much fun in a long time, and asked me to wait for her to shower before we went to see the night view. I was incredibly excited, constantly recalling that scene from junior high school. When I heard the sound of water in the shower, I couldn't resist peeking. The shower door was a mosaic glass door; I couldn't see clearly, but I could see shadows—so tempting.

My heart started racing, and I could hear my own breathing. My mind raced; I wanted to use a sleeping potion, but I didn't have one; I wanted to just rush in, but I was also afraid. Suddenly, the sound of water stopped. I immediately went back to the living room and pretended to watch TV.
My teacher came out wearing a camisole and stood by the air conditioner, drying her hair and the water droplets on her body. She didn't seem wary of me, because I had always been a very obedient student. I secretly glanced at her; her slender figure exuded an indescribable mature woman's charm, full of allure, making my blood boil. But I could only pretend to be watching TV.

After a while, she said to me, "Could you get me a comb?" Her sweet and incredibly seductive voice made my heart pound, and my lower body involuntarily became erect. I went into the room, got her comb, and brought it to her side. A mature woman's scent and the fresh fragrance of her bath wafted into my nose, making my blood boil even more, rushing to my head, making me feel dizzy.

Impulsive desire completely dominated my mind; I suddenly hugged my teacher's slender waist and kissed her neck.

She was startled by my actions and tried to push me away forcefully, asking in surprise, "What's wrong with you?" I held her tightly, my eyes glazed, and said, "Teacher, I missed you so much, I want to do you." Without letting her explain, I picked her up and carried her straight to the room. She struggled in fear, saying, "No, no." Seeing her pitiful, flushed, and anxious face, I became even more excited.

I placed her on the bed, tore off her bathrobe, revealing her fair body, full but not fat, with excellent elasticity, her breasts trembling incessantly. She kept resisting, saying, "Don't do this, don't do this,"

tightly closing her legs. I pressed her down beneath me, removing my own clothes. When my penis touched between her thighs, she reacted as if electrocuted, resisting even more fiercely. However, she whispered to me, "No."
I completely ignored her resistance. I kissed her nipples and skin, but her writhing made things particularly difficult for me. So I took her bathrobe, tied her hands together, and used the phone charger cord to pull her legs apart.

Then I pressed myself against her, kissing her ears, neck, and nipples, while one hand continuously stroked the inside of her legs, caressing her vulva. Slowly, she began to soften, her resisting twists turning into moaning, snake-like writhing. Love fluid flowed from her vaginal opening.

I got up, pulled her to my waist, and guided my penis into her vagina. With a soft "Ah!", I felt my penis enveloped by something warm and soft. My excited penis, stimulated, swelled and hardened, beginning to thrust in and out of my teacher's vagina. My teacher, her face flushed, closed her eyes; all her previous shyness and fear had vanished, and she was now enjoying my urge.

I thrust rhythmically, my hands kneading her breasts and nipples. My teacher began to moan, her body twisting in rhythm with my thrusts, white love fluid flowing from her vaginal opening. The teacher's vagina enveloped my penis, slippery and tight, like a virgin's.

Then, I pulled out my penis and began sucking on her vulva, touching her clitoris, and occasionally stirring her vaginal opening with my tongue. The teacher began to moan loudly, "Ah~ ah~~ ah~~~ so itchy, so itchy." She twisted her body, but
then brought her vulva close to my mouth. I picked up my penis again and thrust it into her vagina several times, then stopped to suck on her vagina.

After repeating this three or four times, the teacher was completely conquered by me. She reached out to grab my penis and try to guide it into her vagina, but I deliberately didn't insert it. She opened her eyes, looking at me with pleading eyes, and said, "Come on, I want it." I kissed her and said, "No, you have to ask me to fuck you, you have to say you like me fucking you."

Her face turned even redder, unable to resist my caresses, and she began to cry out, "Ah~~~ ah~~~~ come fuck me, I want you
to fuck me, ah~~~~ fuck me now~~~~". The teacher completely changed under me, becoming wanton and alluring.
We began to thrust in rhythm, and she clung to me, her moans rising and falling. Suddenly, a surge of pleasure coursed through my body. I thrust violently a few times, releasing all my semen into her vagina. My ejaculation only fueled her excitement; she let out a soft "Ahhhhh!" and collapsed onto the bed, limp and weak. I could feel her vagina convulsing.

That night, we made love three times. Although she only orgasmed twice, she was completely at my mercy, letting me ravage her. And of course, she enjoyed it!

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