[Those Years, My Beloved Teacher] (Chapter Thirteen) (The End)

Chapter Thirteen
After the first outdoor exposure, although we knew it was safe in the yard and no one would see us, we
were still afraid of being discovered. This tension, the possibility of being seen, turned into a thrill that spurred
us both into a gamble, making it impossible to extricate ourselves. We slowly began to try
and become addicted to this dangerous game.
The teacher usually greeted everyone with a smile, gentle and refined, speaking softly and helpfully.
She had a very elegant demeanor, like an angel in white. But no one knew that beneath her beautiful
exterior lay a wild heart, a deep yearning for excitement. From her sexual encounter with me to her willingness to cooperate with my requests to
take those photos and expose herself outdoors, it was clear that she harbored a thirst for thrills, making her
behavior increasingly bold and unrestrained without her realizing it.
For the second shoot, we chose a park near the teacher's house. We chose to do it late at night, when
the park was deserted. I encouraged the teacher to open up and express her truest feelings.
At first, the teacher was a little shy, but the thrill of exposure was unforgettable. She took off
her coat, revealing a thin, low-cut white top, exposing a large portion of her breasts to the air. Her
bra was already off, and her nipples were clearly visible under the moonlight and lamplight,
their faint red tinge showing.
She wore a miniskirt, but nothing underneath. A gentle evening breeze caused her thick pubic
hair to flutter, and the coolness on her already moist labia sent a shiver through her body, as if an electric current had passed through her.
A trickle of fluid began to flow from her tightly closed vulva.
I watched the teacher strike alluring poses under the trees, but after taking a few pictures, I was dissatisfied, feeling they were
too stiff. I told her I wanted more vibrant photos and that she should move around in the park. So,
the teacher, still dressed provocatively, began to stroll through the park. At first, she was worried that other people might appear
, but now that it was really late and the neighborhood was safe, she gradually relaxed and became more at ease
. She wandered around the park, striking various poses on the different facilities. I followed behind her, constantly
taking pictures, capturing glimpses of her skin as she ran, recording them all.
After running for a while, the teacher was sweating profusely, feeling hot all over. But what bothered her more was
the pleasure caused by this exposure. It was different from being in her backyard at home, where she was safe and didn't
have to worry about being seen. But now, in this quiet park, a stranger might appear in front of her at any moment
.
The thought of her shameful appearance being seen by others turned a strange pleasure into a raging fire of desire, burning
her whole body. To calm the heat within her, she took off her white clothes, letting her smooth, large
breasts display their beauty under the night sky.
A cool breeze cooled her feverish body slightly, making her feel more comfortable. The teacher
happily twirled around in the park, her full breasts swaying with her movements, her miniskirt billowing up
, revealing her most mysterious garden.
But the teacher didn't care at all; she couldn't believe she was so wantonly naked in this familiar park,
feeling like she was dreaming. Only the touch of the air on her fair skin and
the wide-eyed, lustful man before her told her it was all real.
I put down my camera, pounced on the teacher on a park bench, lifted her skirt, and
eagerly thrust my thick, long penis into her anus, beginning to pump.
The teacher's back lay on the cool bench, a burning hot penis moving in and out of her, her
breasts swaying incessantly as a pair of devilish hands grasped and caressed. Sweat dripped from the man's head onto her fair
skin. She reached out and wiped the sweat from my brow, letting out suppressed moans that
echoed from the park at night.
The teacher could hear cars occasionally passing by outside the park, and the occasional barking of dogs,
which excited her to the point of overflowing arousal. Her brain told her it was all wrong, to
stop this shameless behavior, but her body succumbed to the surging pleasure, her
hips twisting wildly, the massive penis penetrating her bringing the most pleasurable sensation.
"Ah…"
The pleasure of being exposed in the park combined with the intense stimulation of anal sex brought the teacher a rapid climax. She clamped her legs tightly around
my waist, embracing me completely, her moans no longer suppressed, her vagina gushing forth a large gush of fluid,
her body convulsing, a blush of pleasure rising on her face.
This was the first time I'd ever been so bold, actually doing it with my teacher in the park. I watched her climax, her
face showing satisfaction, her warm intestinal walls gripping my penis even tighter than usual. The unfamiliar environment, the same
woman, yet I experienced a pleasure different from usual, a more intense one. I thrust forcefully into her,
my penis pressing against her, ejaculating inside her.
…
These two outdoor shoots had completely captivated us, making us utterly engrossed
in the stimulation of physical exposure.
Once you start, you start again; and once you start, you start a third time. My teacher became increasingly comfortable wearing revealing clothes in public
. The following nights, besides the park, we continued our captivating games in various other places
.
In the abandoned building, the teacher, wearing only a pair of blue lace panties, stood by the window, one hand
resting on the window frame, the other on her full breasts, the small nipples cleverly concealed. Her breasts,
squeezed together, appeared even larger. The small piece of fabric barely covered her voluptuous pubic area
; a few stray pubic hairs peeked out from under her panties, making her look even more alluring.
Below the overpass, on the riverbank, the teacher wore a sexy orange bikini. The meager fabric
offered little cover of her voluptuous body; the semi-circular bra barely encased her nipples, revealing her fair and full...
Her full breasts were squeezed so tightly they were almost bursting out. With every movement, her breasts bounced up and down, heaving and
threatening to spill forth. Her swim trunks were held together by a mere T-shaped strap at the back, almost completely exposing her buttocks
, exuding a sensual, fleshy allure. Only a narrow strip of fabric barely covered her genitals, fueling my own
arousal.
In the deserted, dark alley, surrounded by high walls, the lights from the houses inside provided a sliver of brightness.
The teacher stood naked in the alley, wearing a long, fake, glass-colored gemstone necklace—a
cheap night market purchase, of course. The necklace wrapped around her breasts, the rope holding her full orbs together,
the gemstones pressed tightly against her flesh, the cool touch causing her nipples to swell with excitement. The teacher held
a vibrating dildo, thrusting it in and out of the wet valley. The sounds of desire filled her ears,
making her eyes glaze over, her flushed face radiating lust.
Gradually, the nights were no longer enough to satisfy us, so we began to try exposing ourselves during the day.
At first, the teacher only dared to wear normal clothes. In the park, when no one was around, we would secretly
lift her clothes, take a picture of her bra covering her breasts, and then quickly leave.
This exposure was an experience; although we didn't do anything surprising, it
was still a breakthrough—we had finally completed our first exposure in the sunlight.
As our courage grew, we began to try taking off our bras in the park, exposing our full breasts.
We watched the dazzling sunlight shine on the teacher's soft, white breasts, reflecting a bright light. Her nipples would stand erect with excitement, and
her face would turn red.
Since we successfully exposed ourselves on the second try, we took advantage of the momentum and pulled down our underwear. Our vaginas, following in
the footsteps of our breasts, were forced to expose themselves to the sunlight by their owner and lover. Seeing her saddened by our coercion,
tears streaming down her face, and the tears flowing more and more, made both the teacher and me unable to resist. We rushed back to the teacher's house, and
moans and heavy breathing filled the room.
Next, we tried exposing ourselves in public, pushing the teacher's limits.
In a fast-food restaurant, the teacher, wearing a zippered tracksuit, chatted and laughed with me at our table. I
occasionally took a picture of her, but what the other customers didn't know was that she wasn't
wearing a bra under her tracksuit. Our table was in a corner, and the teacher's back was to everyone else. The zipper was secretly pulled down, and I could
see the outer edge of her rounded breasts and most of her exposed flesh. As the teacher chatted with me,
her whole body trembled when she said something funny, her breasts bounced along with her body, and her nipples were shaken out. Finally,
when most people had finished eating and left, leaving only a few people, the teacher took one last photo. She
pulled back her coat, revealing her large, white breasts, which she placed on the table, making a "V" sign with her hands
, her face beaming with joy.
Inside the library, the teacher, wearing a plain blue and white top and a peach-colored skirt,
wandered among the bookshelves, searching for books. Finding one that interested her at the bottom of a shelf, she squatted down to browse. However
, as she squatted, a dark shadow could be seen beneath her rolled-up skirt—she
wasn't wearing underwear. While looking at the book, she kept checking to see if anyone was approaching, trying to avoid revealing her private parts. After confirming no one was around, she deliberately inserted her finger into her vagina for the camera, 　　a trace of fluid following it
as she withdrew . 　　In the memorial hall, the teacher enthusiastically looked at the various souvenirs. After getting a little tired, 　　she sat down on a chair. The teacher lifted her long, slender legs, clad in flip-flops, and placed them on a chair, gently massaging them with her delicate white fingers 　　. She seemed a little tired from walking and was massaging her slightly sore feet. As she lifted her legs, her skirt 　　rode up, revealing her lush vulva, already moist, 　　glistening in the light. People walked back and forth behind her, their footsteps like 　　soft, seductive music, arousing her desire. The lust in her eyes was so clear. 　　On the street, the teacher, wearing a white lace dress, linked her arm with mine, and we strolled happily. However, 　　the dress was somewhat transparent, revealing her bra and panties underneath, especially her black underwear, 　　which stood out prominently against the white dress. Although there weren't many people on the street, she still successfully attracted 　　the attention of passing men. Everyone stared at the teacher with greedy eyes, following behind her, their eyes fixed on her. 　　The teacher seemed unconcerned, but her tightly gripping hand and slightly trembling body told me 　　how nervous and excited she was. 　　The teacher had transformed from a respectable young woman into a beautiful, lustful wife, and now she was openly 　　engaging in exhibitionism with me in broad daylight. Originally conservative, since being with me, she'd tried everything—oral sex, anal sex, breast sex, role-playing, and so on 　　. I had originally planned to secretly penetrate her again while I was anally performing sex on her, 　　as we'd done it once before. However, after that, the teacher told 　　me with a serious expression I'd never seen before that if it happened again, she would immediately end the relationship, instantly extinguishing my restless desire 　　. 　　My original plan was simply to get the teacher to slightly expose herself during outdoor photoshoots, hoping it 　　would make her more sensitive and perhaps lead her to agree to real intercourse, since she still refused to have actual 　　sexual relations with me. If exposure arouses her and she's willing to have sex with me, she won't 　　blame me afterwards. 　　Actually, I've noticed I've changed a lot, even become somewhat perverted. I used to cherish my teacher, but now 　　I'm humiliating her like this. I get excited when I see her body exposed outdoors, or when she's wearing sexy clothes 　　and being ogled by other men. I don't know if this change is a blessing or a curse, but I still protect 　　her, preventing other men from touching her during exposure; at most, I only let them have a little taste of her body 　　. 　　Regarding her nudity, she feels that displaying her perfect, voluptuous body in a dangerous environment, 　　the fear of being discovered, doesn't deter her; instead, she revels in the pleasure brought by the danger.

Her mindset gradually underwent an indescribable transformation; her inner desires seemed to awaken, and her clothing became
increasingly daring over time, seemingly no longer caring about others' opinions.
This change was pleasing to me because after being exposed, the teacher's body became more sensitive,
doubling the pleasure I experienced when we were together. However, this change seemed to confuse the teacher's family .
How could the teacher have become like this?
"Big sister, what's wrong? Why are you wearing clothes like that?"
One day, I was watching TV at the teacher's parents' house with the teacher and her sister Ya. Ya looked at the teacher with a puzzled expression and couldn't help
but ask.
"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with my clothes? Is there a hole somewhere? Or is it ugly?"
Hearing her sister's question, the teacher looked down and checked her clothes to see what the problem was
.
"No, why are you wearing such revealing clothes?"
Ya pointed questioningly at the teacher's short skirt, then up to the teacher's top, where the neckline was low, revealing
a bit of cleavage.
"Because it's getting warmer now, how do you think it looks?"
She then stood up and circled around, looking at Ya-jie with a hint of pride, hoping for her praise.
The teacher was wearing a light blue sleeveless top and a short
skirt with small floral patterns, making her look very fresh and pretty, adding a youthful vitality to her quiet temperament. This outfit
was actually quite ordinary; it wouldn't look strange on any other woman, and compared to the teacher's usual clothes,
it wasn't particularly outrageous.
It's just that the teacher's clothes used to be very conservative; she'd never worn clothes that revealed so much of her body before
, which explained Ya-jie's suspicion. It seemed the teacher's change had been noticed by her family;
perhaps there had been too many changes lately. To avoid unnecessary suspicion from Ya-jie, I joined their
conversation.
"It's alright, isn't this how everyone dresses these days?"
"That's true, but..."
Seeing that Sister Ya wanted to say something more, I added,
"Besides, Sister Ya, your outfit is even more outrageous than Teacher's! How dare you criticize her?"
Indeed, Sister Ya's clothes were already a bit more revealing, and with the weather getting warmer, she was wearing a low-cut
top and hot pants, making her figure look even more beautiful. I couldn't help but stare at her, my eyes
feasting on her.
Annoyed by my teasing, Sister Ya grabbed a cushion from the sofa and threw it at my head, 　　starting to punch
me, making me scream and cry for help. Teacher, however, just watched the show,
showing no intention of coming to my rescue.
********** ... While we
were
kissing, my hands weren't idle either; I slowly took off the teacher's clothes. Soon, she
was only wearing a bright red bra and panties, and I was only wearing boxer shorts.
Today, the teacher's school had a make-up day off, and I happened to have no classes, so we decided to go hiking. During the hike, we admired
the beauty of nature: the blue sky, the fresh air, the lush green forests, the melodious birdsong, and we even
saw squirrels climbing up and down the trees. All of this was so rare for those of us living in the city, washing
away the worries of daily life.
We chatted about interesting things that happened in our daily lives, and before we knew it, we reached the summit. Standing at this highest point
, gazing at the distant scenery, everything was clearly visible. Looking at the breathtaking view from above
, a sense of pride filled us.
Perhaps because it wasn't a holiday, we didn't encounter any other hikers. I had already
taken many beautiful photos of the natural scenery along the way, and of course, I couldn't forget the most beautiful scenery right beside me. The teacher, half-heartedly
resisting, took off her clothes and soon stood naked in nature.
Seeing her bare, snow-white skin so striking against the backdrop of green forest, I took out my camera
to capture this dazzling scene. The teacher, experiencing her first time naked in the wild, was already incredibly excited.
After I finished taking pictures, she hurriedly pulled me down the mountain to a seemingly safe hotel, ready to
make love to me.
The teacher's lovely face was flushed, her delicate hands stroking my already erect
penis through my underwear, slowly caressing its rough, hard circumference, carefully touching it from top to bottom. Her eyes were glazed, and she was panting; it was clear she
was aroused.
I touched her large, snow-white breasts, vigorously kneading them through her bra. With my kneading, the teacher
began to moan. Even through her bra, I could feel her nipples were erect. I
precisely located them and pinched them firmly with my fingers.
The teacher felt some pain, but mostly excitement. She slipped her hand inside my underwear, grasped my rock-hard
penis, and began stroking it up and down, eagerly anticipating penetration. The thought of my penis throbbing inside her made her
legs heat up.
Seeing her so aroused, her hand playing with my penis, the precum flowing from the tip, making her hand wet
and sticky, made me want to penetrate her. But I couldn't rush it; good foreplay is essential for good
sex. I suppressed my urge to penetrate, enjoying the gentle touch of her soft hands.
My hand then slid to her genitals, touching the cleft through her underwear. Her
underwear was already wet with precum, revealing the cleft. I slightly parted her underwear and inserted my hand
into her wet vagina, probing and exploring. The teacher arched her back, raising her buttocks to make it easier for me to play with her.
My hand kept fiddling with the teacher's vulva, my fingers pressing on her protruding clitoris, gently stroking it. This
play made the teacher's juices flow freely, and her moans grew louder. The teacher could no longer bear the torment of lust; such gentle
caresses were not enough to satisfy her. She needed to be deeply penetrated by a penis, to have hot semen ejaculated inside her
.
"Little...husband...I...want...it..."
Hehe, the teacher finally got aroused and begged me for sex. But I ignored her request, lowered my head
, and started licking the teacher's vulva. My tongue replaced my penis, going in and out of the teacher's vagina
, occasionally deliberately brushing against her already erect clitoris, which made the teacher moan repeatedly, and vigorously
rub her swollen breasts with both hands.
"Hmm...don't...play...hurry...come in..."
I pretended not to hear, licking the teacher's tender vulva without getting tired, drinking the endless stream of lustful fluid from inside. The teacher
's anus was also wet with the constantly flowing lustful fluid. Being considerate, I didn't want her to feel lonely, so I also put my fingers in
, touching the warm intestinal walls, and started probing inside.
Being played with in the vagina had already aroused the teacher's desire, and now with the addition of the anus, the pleasure was multiplied. But
the penis she had been begging for wouldn't penetrate. Seeing that I ignored her pleas, the teacher grew increasingly
impatient. Suddenly, she noticed a large bulge in my underwear, its imposing shape catching her eye
. Annoyed, she thought,
"You're playing with me like this? Fine, I'll play with you too."
The teacher kissed the erect penis on my underwear, her tongue eagerly licking it until it was soaked. After
a while, she pulled down my underwear, took out the entire penis, and the pungent, fishy smell acted like a drug, making
her eagerly put it in her mouth and begin to suck it vigorously.
We then played 69 on the bed. The teacher's oral skills were excellent; after my training, they had
improved rapidly. The warm, soft flesh in her mouth tightly enveloped my penis, feeling incredibly comfortable, and she would occasionally gently bite the glans and testicles
with her teeth, the tingling pleasure making me feel like I was about to ejaculate.
To avoid embarrassment, I served the teacher even more diligently, taking her entire vulva into my mouth and
sucking hard. This forceful suck sent a surge of intense pleasure through her lower body; her lower body jerked up,
pressing tightly against my face, her whole body drenched in sweat, panting heavily.
Seeing her like this, I knew she was now lost in desire. Although I was also burning with lust,
I felt today was the perfect moment to complete the final step of my plan. I stopped licking her, turned around
, and hugged her, caressing her body. In a pleading tone, I said,
"Teacher, how about we try video chatting?"
The teacher, who had been enjoying my caresses, opened her eyes, a little confused about
what I meant by video chatting.
"I met someone online, a really nice guy named Y. He knows I like exhibitionism, and we get along really well
. He showed me his wife's body, and now I want to repay him by showing it to him too, okay?"
I explained my reason for wanting a video chat, hoping she would agree.
"This isn't appropriate, I don't want to be seen like this."
Although the teacher had experience with exposure in public and had dressed provocatively before, she had only ever let people see
her underwear; her body was well protected and not seen by others. She felt it
was okay for them to see her like this, like wearing a swimsuit, but now that I was suggesting that other people see her
body, she was very resistant.
"Teacher, please, it's just a look at her body, and I already promised him, just treat him
like me."
As I spoke, I kissed the teacher's cheek, kneaded her breasts, and pressed my penis against
her vulva, rubbing her clitoris through her panties.
This action rekindled the teacher's slightly subsided desire. She writhed in my arms, her eyes half-open
, moaning softly. Finally, unable to resist any longer, she agreed:
"Just... a... glimpse... a little bit..."
Hearing her finally agree, I happily kissed her cheek, then reached into her vagina and groped around
, eliciting another soft moan from her. I picked her up and we sat together at a table in the room.
I took out my laptop from my backpack, connected to the internet, and found Mr. Y. Luckily, there was an online connection.
I started a call with him; after a few rings, it connected.
"What's up? What do you need?"
"Do you remember I promised you I'd let you see my girlfriend's body?" Hearing Mr. Y's voice, the courage she had initially had to agree wavered, and 　　she trembled slightly in my arms,
a little frightened . 　　"Yeah, so what?" 　　"Now it's time for me to keep my promise, are you ready?" 　　After saying that, I adjusted the camera so that it was pointing at the teacher's breasts, which were covered by a red lace bra, and then started 　　the video call. 　　On the screen, the teacher could see her breasts being squeezed by the bra, revealing a deep cleavage. The thought of 　　the teacher being watched like this made me very excited. My penis became erect and pressed against the teacher's buttocks, 　　rubbing my glans against her buttocks. 　　I could hear Mr. Y on the other end of the computer take a deep breath the moment he saw it, followed by heavy 　　breathing. I excitedly asked, 　　"How is it? My girlfriend has a great figure, right?" 　　"It's really amazing. I've never seen such beautiful breasts before. Damn, they're so beautiful." 　　It seems that the teacher's beauty is indeed invincible, making Mr. Y so amazed that he even swore. 　　"Well then, you'll be even happier next." 　　I unhooked the teacher's bra and took it off, letting the teacher's breasts face Mr. Y directly. Mr. Y, 　　sitting in front of the computer, suddenly saw that the breasts, previously covered by a red bra, were now fully revealed. 　　Those two mounds of flesh were so large, their fair skin as pure as snow on a high mountain; their rounded 　　shape, like beautiful white balls, was so alluring. The two small, round areolas on the breasts were a beautiful 　　dark red, so pretty against the white skin. The two cute little nipples, of moderate size 　　, were visibly hardened, so tempting, as if inviting someone to come and devour them 　　.

Mr. Y was burning with desire. He had already pulled down his pants and was stroking his erect penis up and down,
looking at the breasts and imagining himself playing with them. Suddenly, the internet call and video call were both turned off.
I thought the connection had been lost, but I was still online. He anxiously asked me what had happened.
Why did the video call suddenly stop? Because when I saw the teacher's breasts exposed in front of the computer,
tears suddenly welled up in her eyes. This panicked me. I didn't know what was wrong with the teacher.
"Teacher, what's wrong? Why are you crying all of a sudden?"
I reached out and wiped away the tears streaming down the teacher's face, asking anxiously.
"I...I...don't want...to...be...seen...like...by...people...it's...so...shameful..."
I hadn't expected this reason. I had thought that after those exhibitionist experiences, the teacher was used to
exposing her body like this. It seemed that although the teacher was willing to expose herself a little, her pride still wouldn't tolerate her body being
exposed to others. The thought of her precious body being seen like this made her very sad, and she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with
sorrow.
"Okay, let's not video chat anymore, okay? Sweetie, don't cry anymore."
Seeing my teacher crying in my arms, tears streaming down her face, soaking my chest,
I'd never seen her so upset before. I couldn't muster any lecherous thoughts; I just kept comforting her, hoping
she wouldn't be so sad.
"But…I…have…been…seen…by…him…I…suddenly…hate…myself…ah…"
My teacher was obsessed with the fact that someone had seen her body. Seeing how upset she was, I sighed inwardly
. I had originally wanted to keep it a secret, but now I had to tell her. Seeing her so heartbroken made me feel so bad
. I adjusted the mouse, patted her back, and showed her the screen.
"Teacher, look at Mr. Y's face."
Hearing this, my teacher wiped her slightly swollen eyes and looked at the computer screen. I just
zoomed out of Mr. Y's video call, so the teacher didn't see his face. Now that she sees his face
, she points at the screen in surprise and says,
"How could it be Mr. Y?!"
"That's right, Mr. Y's real face is actually him, because..."
So who exactly is Mr. Y, that would surprise the teacher so much?
The answer is revealed: Mr. Y is actually the teacher's husband, her husband. As for why her husband
video-chatted with me, it was during a chat at the teacher's house. After I showed him the pornographic video he wanted
, I deliberately complained to him in a somewhat resentful tone.
"Master, my girlfriend and I seem to be having some minor issues lately."
"Oh, what happened? Tell me, I'll definitely help you solve it."
As my master, and someone I'm close to, and who had just received something good from me, hearing that I
had problems with my girlfriend, he wanted to thank me properly. Thinking that most couples have similar issues, he
immediately patted his chest and said he'd help me find a solution.
"My problem is my girlfriend. Your wife doesn't really have sex with me." That's
what I was thinking, of course, I couldn't say it aloud. I continued to frown, pretending to be very troubled, and said to my master:
"Actually, my girlfriend has recently become addicted to a not-so-good game, and it's gotten a bit worse. She
recently made a request that I'm having trouble figuring out how to handle."
"Oh, she's addicted to online games? She wants to borrow money from you?"
Hearing that I mentioned games, my master was relieved. It didn't seem like a big problem; it was probably just an addiction to
online games, something easily solved.
Seeing my husband proceeding step by step according to my plan, I produced a photograph. The photograph showed
a woman, but only her head and lower body were visible. On the rooftop of a building,
the woman posed cutely for the camera, but her clothes were missing; she was only wearing a
bra and a miniskirt, revealing her fair skin, full breasts, and slender waist.
"This…this is…?"
My husband asked, somewhat surprised, as he looked at the photograph, wondering why I had shown it to him
.
The person in the photograph was actually my teacher. It seemed my husband wasn't quite familiar with his wife's body,
I thought somewhat idly. I continued to frown, somewhat helplessly saying,
"This is a game my girlfriend has recently become interested in. She likes to dress provocatively in public
and have me take pictures of her."
"Hmm...it's actually not so bad. I know you young people might go a bit crazy. Don't you like
taking pictures like this?"
My husband was indeed a very comforting older brother. Hearing that my girlfriend liked this kind of game,
he downplayed the matter to avoid upsetting me too much, trying to calm me down.
"No, actually, taking pictures like this is fine. But lately she's become a bit unsatisfied with just taking pictures like this. She says she wants
to video chat with other people and expose herself for others to see."
"This...this seems a bit excessive."
Hearing the reason for my frustration, my husband was also a little embarrassed. He hadn't expected my girlfriend to be so avant-garde, actually
wanting to expose herself on video chat. This left him momentarily speechless.
Now we could proceed to the final step. Pretending to have a brilliant idea, I excitedly told my husband,
"By the way, husband, I can video chat with you! I'm afraid to video chat with strangers, but you're my good
brother, so I feel safe with you."
"Huh?"
My idea caught my husband off guard, leaving him speechless. Ignoring his stunned expression, I
continued,
"Yes, it's okay to video chat with you, husband. That way, it won't benefit someone else. Okay, it's decided then."
And just like that, we agreed on everything, and my teacher was simply betrayed by me.
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Having learned the whole story, my teacher realized that the person on the other end of the computer was her husband. Originally because…
Her initial shock at having her body seen by others finally subsided, but the thought of how I had lied to her still made her
a little angry. However, she managed a smile through her tears and said,
"Oh, you and your husband lied to me like that! You scared me half to death, making me think someone really saw my body
."
Seeing her finally smile again, my worries subsided, and I teased her playfully
.
"You're my dearest darling, how could I bear to let anyone else see your body? It
belongs only to me and your husband."
"Hmph, I didn't expect you and your husband to be making those kinds of deals behind my back. You even gave him so many
pornographic videos."
"Hehe, your husband did it all for you. Think about it, he'd rather masturbate than go to
other women. To prevent your marriage from being unhappy, I'm willing to sacrifice a little."
The conversation began to revolve around her husband, and a sense of illicit pleasure welled up within her. Her previously
extinguished desires slowly rekindled. The teacher then spoke in a soft, seductive voice, writhing in my arms,
her breasts bobbing against my chest, teasingly saying,
"That's true, then let's keep letting him watch, so he can't go out and find other women."
As she spoke so alluringly, my erection immediately hardened again, pressing against her. I
grabbed her breast with one hand, kneading it incessantly, while the other hand manipulated the mouse, lewdly saying,
"Yes, don't let him find other women, let him only watch his wife masturbate."
"You little rascal."
My lewd words gave the teacher a guilty pleasure. She shifted her position, facing the camera, her
lower body pressing against my penis with her buttocks, gently rubbing it.
"Hey, what's wrong? Why is the picture suddenly gone?"
A man's voice came from the computer. The teacher finally recognized it clearly; it really was her husband's
voice. She had been too nervous to recognize him earlier. Thinking about how pitifully she had cried in front of me, she was still a little
angry. She grabbed my penis, which was causing trouble beneath her, and pinched it as punishment.
The teacher's pinch sent a sharp pain through me, but I couldn't say anything, since I had lied to her first.
Pretending nothing was wrong, I apologized to my husband, saying,
"Sorry, I accidentally closed the window. Hehe, now I'll let you see something nice again
."
The video reconnected, and my husband, seeing the scene before him, excitedly began to masturbate again
.
I could see those full, beautiful breasts, now being wantonly kneaded in my hands, the two nipples
changing shape like dough. Sometimes I pulled them outwards, sometimes I squeezed them inwards,
transforming my teacher's high breasts into various shapes, further stimulating my husband, making his breathing heavier and his grip even
tighter.
Playing with them by hand wasn't enough for me, so I moved my teacher's body slightly to the side, making it easier for me
to lower my head and enjoy her breasts with my mouth. I buried my head in my teacher's deep cleavage, her breasts
sliding back and forth across my face, my nose filled with her milky scent.
I took one of my teacher's breasts into my mouth, my tongue deftly circling the nipple, then, as if savoring a delicacy
, I slowly licked along the contours of the breast, leaving no part untouched. The entire breast was covered in my
saliva, so lewd.
Then I pinched her nipple with my fingers and pulled it forward, stretching it into a long strip.
The pain from the nipple only gave her a strange pleasure; her vaginal fluids began to flow,
wetting her previously dried panties again.
Holding her nipple, I asked my teacher's husband in a seductive tone,
"Want to see something even more exciting?"
"Yes, of course,"
he replied. Hearing this, I lowered the camera, letting him see the only thing left on my teacher's body: her lace panties. I
held the ends of her underwear and slowly pulled it down. Her thick pubic hair was now visible on camera, giving my husband a
shocking shock. His voice trembled slightly as he said,
"It's so beautiful! Can we continue?"
I adjusted her sitting position, exposing her plump vulva directly to the camera. In the dense,
dark forest, her cunt was brazenly displayed. The camera showed her labia were already wet
, indicating that the body's owner wasn't entirely at peace.
"Isn't my girlfriend beautiful?"
I deliberately asked my husband.
"Beautiful, beautiful, truly beautiful, more beautiful than anyone I've ever seen."
My husband's careless words amused me. I gently stroked and played with her clitoris with my fingers,
rubbing the erect nipple back and forth in my hand, causing her to moan involuntarily. Her body began
to tremble slightly; the tingling pleasure made her feel a strong need for comfort.
"Mmm...mmm..."
"Hehe, look, my girlfriend's already getting aroused."
My husband was too preoccupied to talk to me anymore, just staring at his wife's beautiful vulva, imagining it as
his little brother's girlfriend, fantasizing in his mind, his hand still stroking his penis.
I moved to another spot, using my fingers to part my wife's closed labia and inserting them to begin thrusting. When I
inserted my fingers, my wife's warm, soft flesh enveloped my hand, slippery and wet. I even deliberately
scraped her tender flesh with my fingernails as I inserted, causing my wife to start moaning loudly without restraint, forgetting that
the person opposite her was her husband.
Fortunately, my wife and husband never acted like this during sex; they were always very reserved. So my husband didn't realize that this
woman was his wife; he just thought her moans were incredibly lewd, making him almost unable to hold
back his ejaculation.
I stopped fiddling with the teacher's vulva, raised it in front of the camera, and
said to both the teacher and her husband,
"Look, how lewd."
This made the teacher feel ashamed; she was shamelessly leaking vaginal fluid in front of her husband. But this...
The thrill of having an affair in front of her husband was far more intense than being exposed in public, and the fact that her husband was unaware made her desire
even stronger than usual, leaving her mind hazy and unable to think clearly, wanting only to revel in the pleasure of
exposure.
No longer satisfied with just playing with it with her fingers, I moved my already hard, thick penis to
my teacher's vulva, letting her rub it against her labia. Her hand also caressed the glans, making it
even harder and purplish-blue.
Watching my penis being played with in front of the woman's vulva, my husband wished he could
take his own penis from her. Seeing the glans teasing her labia without penetrating her, he
grew impatient.
My glans kept brushing against her labia, the tip even touching her clitoris, making her feel
increasingly hot. Although she felt this was inappropriate, since I hadn't penetrated,
she let me do as I pleased, enjoying the thrill of pushing the boundaries.
I stroked her thick pubic hair, letting the hairs brush against my penis from time to time, the slight itching sensation making my
penis even more aroused. I played with the teacher's labia, making her open wider,
increasing the contact area between my glans and her vagina. This physical contact filled her vagina with thick, wet fluid, making it overflow, and
her body became even hotter.
Seeing that the teacher wasn't angry about me playing with her vagina today—which would usually make her angry
—it seemed that video chatting with her husband was very effective; the teacher was more relaxed. I deliberately let
the glans "accidentally" slip inside her labia, parting her wet labia and penetrating her body, but
only lightly, then immediately withdrawing, touching her clitoris with the glans. I repeated this
action over and over again.
The teacher felt the glans slightly entering and immediately withdrawing, and seeing that I wasn't fully inserted
, she let me be. Anyway, it wouldn't matter if I didn't penetrate completely; playing like this was fine.
"Ah... um... ah... um..."
My provocation only aroused the teacher further, making her feel as if ants were biting her inside, an unbearable itch. Her
round buttocks began to move in response to the penetration of my glans, allowing me to slowly deepen my penetration, as if this
could alleviate her discomfort. She seemed to forget that the consequences of continuing like this would be unbearable for her once she regained consciousness.
I saw that my husband's eyes on the screen were practically spitting fire, as if he was waiting for me to quickly penetrate him,
to stop this teasing from the outside. I deliberately asked him,
"I can't take it anymore, do you think I should go in?"
"Yes, yes, go in quickly, quickly."
My husband urged me to go in quickly, his eyes wide open, wanting to see the process of my penetration clearly,
not wanting to miss a single moment.
I whispered in the teacher's ear,
"Teacher, your husband said that, what do you think?"
The teacher had heard her husband say that too. She couldn't believe he would say such a thing, actually wanting me to penetrate her directly.
But then she remembered that her husband had never known my girlfriend was his wife. She felt that
thing she both loved and hated, now that it had inserted its entire glans when she wasn't looking, still
rubbing there, making her wet with desire. She didn't know how to answer
me.
I didn't give up and continued whispering,
"Teacher, your husband agreed, you can relax. Anyway, it was her who agreed, you're just listening to
him."
My words were like a demonic whisper, shattering the teacher's composure like fragile glass.
"Yes, my husband agreed, it's okay for me to let him go in, I'm just doing what my husband said
."
The teacher convinced herself this, slightly shifting her hips to align with the glans already inside her, and
sat down.
"Oh..."
The three people in front of the computer all let out satisfied sighs. My penis went straight into the teacher's body,
our lower bodies pressed tightly together without reservation, no longer separate. My penis was tightly wrapped by the soft flesh of the teacher's vagina,
constantly writhing and contracting, as if trying to devour me even more.
I didn't move, just remained inside the teacher, feeling the warmth within her. After five
years, I finally completely possessed this woman, and the feelings in my heart were indescribable. The teacher felt the same way;
the feeling of fullness and satisfaction within her body meant that she had given herself entirely to me. She had probably waited for this moment
for a long time, although she had always rejected me, she knew clearly that one day she would give herself to me, and this time, she happened
to meet her husband and said so, taking the opportunity to give herself to me.
"Mmm..."
The teacher gradually adjusted to the intrusion of my penis. A tingling, itchy sensation came from deep within her vagina, as if
insects were crawling inside, causing her to let out a soft moan. Her rounded buttocks began to wiggle slightly
, hoping to relieve the discomfort with my thick penis.
Of course, I noticed the teacher's movements, but I was still immersed in the pleasure of penetrating her vagina and ignored
her actions. The soft flesh of the teacher's inner cavity enveloped my penis, squeezing and contracting, and our
lower bodies were pressed tightly together due to the position.
I smelled the teacher's fragrance from behind, kissing her flawless back, leaving one
kiss mark after another. My hands reached forward to grasp her full breasts, gently kneading and kneading them, making the teacher more and
more excited. Her moist red lips parted slightly, emitting alluring moans, and her buttocks swayed even more intensely.
"Mmm... Little Jun... Little... Husband... I... want... to... stop... playing... now... come... quickly
..."
Hearing this seductive invitation, I couldn't resist any longer. I grabbed my teacher's thighs, thrusting my hips upwards
, my penis plunging deep into her body. Waves of pleasure washed over us
.
"Is it good? Little wife, is it good?"
I panted as I worked, seeing my teacher mumbling incoherently as I penetrated her. I felt a surge of pride.
He asked her arrogantly.
"Mmm...so...comfortable...I...like...it..."
Perhaps because her husband was watching from across the computer, the teacher didn't dare to moan too wantonly, afraid of being recognized as her
. Her voice was somewhat strained, but she still expressed how happy she was.
After a while, I felt that this position was not conducive to exerting force, so I stopped and had the teacher
place her hands on the table, raising her round, white buttocks, and we began to do it from behind.
I thrust hard from behind the teacher, each time penetrating deeply to the bottom, then slowly withdrawing, and then
thrusting in again with great force. With such powerful thrusts, our lower bodies would collide violently, and the tender white
buttocks would ripple. Watching from behind, I felt a surge of heat, and I raised my hand and slapped
her.
"Smack."
"Ah..."
The slap made the teacher's buttocks turn red immediately, but the pain brought another
kind of pleasure, causing the teacher to let out a soft moan. It was the pain in her buttocks that she liked
.
Hearing the teacher cry out like that, I knew that the teacher liked me hitting her like this.
She would get even more excited when I did this before. With each slap, the teacher's vagina contracted sharply, which made me feel
even more pleasure and the pleasure was more intense, so I hit her again without restraint.
"Oh... um... um... um... um... good... great... ah..."
The teacher finally stopped being reserved and cried out loud as I hit her. Her reddened buttocks twisted wildly
, as if to welcome my slaps, or as if to welcome the hardness that was inserted into her body. The intense stimulation in her lower body made
the teacher seem crazy. The image of a demure wife was long gone.
The teacher's body twisted and turned, causing her breasts, which had been hanging precariously on her chest, to sway
. The sight of her large, white breasts swaying was so beautiful that I stopped patting them, bent down, and grasped those
breasts, which I couldn't even hold in one hand, and began to knead them.
These intoxicating breasts, no matter how many times I had played with them, still attracted me. I made them
change shape in my hands, paying special attention to the delicate nipples at their peaks, pinching
and rubbing them with my fingers. The teacher became even more excited by my playing, and her body began to tremble slightly.
Seeing this, I knew she was about to climax. My hands didn't stop, but my lower body thrust even more intensely
into the teacher's vagina. When my penis entered, it pierced to the deepest point with force. I could feel the teacher's clitoris
like a small mouth sucking on my glans, giving me both pleasure and comfort.
The teacher was being vigorously penetrated by me, my thick penis filling her completely. The satisfying,
swollen feeling made her feel more fulfilled than ever before. The head of my penis slid against her soft, wet vaginal walls,
each sliver of ridge sending waves of pleasure through her body, increasing her ecstasy.
"Ah..."
the teacher finally let out a high-pitched moan. The orgasm made her tremble uncontrollably, a large
amount of vaginal fluid flowing from her vagina, a trail of saliva from her excitement running down her lip. Her vaginal muscles tightened violently, putting
an unprecedented pressure on my penis, which made me thrust even harder.
My thrusting caused her labia to flip in and out repeatedly, the erotic scene making my penis even thicker—
a sign that I was about to ejaculate. The teacher noticed, but having just climaxed, she was completely
weak, only able to slump on the table, panting slightly. Her breasts were flattened, and her hips twitched weakly, hoping to
help me ejaculate quickly.
"Mr. Y, my girlfriend has already climaxed. How about you? Are you enjoying watching?"
Only then did I remember my husband. Luckily, the camera was adjusted; if he had seen my face, I would have been finished. Seeing
how comfortable my teacher was, I wondered how he felt seeing this live sex broadcast. I suppressed
my urge to ejaculate and asked him.
"Huff...huff...I already came. It was so exciting."
Hearing him say that, and knowing he had seen his wife being penetrated while masturbating,
I felt a pang of guilt mixed with a sense of accomplishment and excitement at betraying him. I thrust into the teacher forcefully
, as if trying to penetrate her deeply. Each thrust elicited soft moans from her. She wanted to reciprocate
, but her body was weak and powerless; she could only slump on the table, enjoying my defilement.
"Oh..."
After a few forceful thrusts, I finally ejaculated inside my teacher. The semen shot into her uterus like bullets,
white fluid gushing from my urethra, making her feel a burning sensation and stimulating
her vagina to contract strongly, causing her body to tremble and reach another orgasm.
After ejaculating, I lay on top of my teacher, panting. Although my penis was a little soft, it was still erect inside her
vagina, enjoying the warmth of her body and the warm, lustful fluid washing over my glans. The semen and
lustful fluid mixed into a milky white liquid, dripping from the opening of her vagina, slowly
forming a puddle on the floor.
"Mr. Y, that's all for today, I have to go now."
"Okay, goodbye."
After resting for a while, I said goodbye to my teacher's husband, then picked up my teacher, supporting her buttocks as I walked towards the bed
. My penis didn't immediately shrink or soften after ejaculating; it remained inside the teacher,
maintaining a certain hardness and length. As we walked towards the bed, my penis continued
to thrust in and out of her, while she lay helplessly in my arms.
I held her on the bed, letting her lie on top of me. I stroked her body,
enjoying the feel of her smooth skin. Her full breasts pressed against my chest, her breath sweet and fragrant
, making me feel itchy.
"Teacher, are you feeling good?"
I asked, stroking her, posing the question that every man cares about.
"Look at me, what do you think?"
the teacher replied languidly, her body regaining some strength after rest, her fingers on my chest...
She gently drew on my chest.
"Teacher, I finally have you completely, I'm so happy."
The thought of my teacher finally belonging to me filled me with joy, and my
penis inside her throbbed again, causing her to groan softly.
"Hmm, don't move. I knew you wouldn't be able to hold back anyway, you're lucky."
With that, she stuck out her tongue and gently licked my chest.
"Hehe, teacher, did you find today exciting?" "Ugh
, why do you ask? But... it was really exciting."
"Okay, then we'll come again next time and let your husband see his wife being fucked."
"You naughty thing, always thinking about this kind of thing. Ah... you've gotten bigger again."
"Teacher, I've rested enough, let's do it again."
"I didn't say we'd do it again, why did you come on your own? Hmm... harder..."
On the bed in the room, we continued our physical intertwining, and the room was filled with the warmth of spring.
From then on, my teacher and I left our lovemaking footprints in various places,
living happily ever after like the prince and princess in a fairy tale.
(The End!?
)

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