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When I was in my third year of high school, there was a new English teacher in my class. She was Malaysian, twenty-four years old, with a hot body and a gorgeous face.
The class bell rang and the teacher walked in through the front door. The whole body snow-white set of one-piece small dress, thin waist tied with a black round head wide belt, under the short skirt, a pair of long and slender legs were tightly wrapped by white silk pantyhose, set with a pair of white and black-soled high-heeled shoes, stepped on the podium with a regular pace.
“Where’s the squad leader?” She asked softly and gently.
It turned out that the squad leader had been so dumbfounded that he had forgotten to give the command. When he heard the teacher ask, he snapped out of his sleep and gave the command: “Stand up and salute!” When everyone had finished saying, “Good day, teacher!” Only then did I call out the command to sit down.
The teacher chimed in with a knowing smile and said, “Hello guys, everyone is in good spirits, good.”
I said mischievously, “It’s only for teachers!”
The teacher bowed her head (because our barre class guide moved the naughtiest ones in the class to the first row, and I was one of them, so she had to speak with her head down) and feigned anger and laughed, “You must be the naughtiest one in the class.”
Before I could say anything, the other students replied, “Yes, that’s him.” “Teacher, you’re so good, you’re right on the money.” “Ha! Yes, yes, yes.” “That’s right, that’s right.”
I only put on an innocent expression and thought, “Ah! It’s ruined, it’s ruined.”
The teacher didn’t say anything, still smiling. Then slowly turned around, picked up the chalk and wrote her name on the blackboard: “Li Lihua.”
After that, my classmates became very energetic in English class, while I remained “naughty” as usual.
On this day, it was hard to look forward to English class again, and there was a surge of excitement as I watched the slim figure of the teacher walk in. She was wearing a pink dress today, with a white carved collar next to the low neckline of her blouse, and a thin yellow shiny leather belt around her waist. The same is a short skirt, flesh-colored stockings lined her legs without any flaws, stepping on a pair of white lace-up high heels, her slender toes, a glimpse of the show.
I drew out her poses one by one in my textbook, not listening to half of the class at all. Since the table in the first row was right next to the podium, you could see her beautiful legs very clearly.
“Zheng Qingming!”
I jumped at her sudden cry and looked up at her, forgetting to stand up.
She looked down at my textbook, and I covered it with my hand in a panic. I thought she would be angry, but she said in a gentle and approving tone, “Don’t just focus on drawing, you need to do your lessons too.” I smiled in embarrassment.
In the last thirty minutes of the second class, the teacher handed out the papers and said, “This chapter is over, so I’m going to test you to see how much you really know.” After handing out the papers, she moved her chair over and sat right in front of me, legs folded, reading her book.
I thought, “Wow! Come on, how am I supposed to take a test like this?” I wasn’t even concentrating on my paper, I was staring at my teacher’s legs, hoping to see under her skirt when she switched legs.
Heaven forbid, she switched legs, her posture was so wonderful, so slow, so that I had plenty of time to get a good look between her legs. The flesh-colored stockings wrapped in white panties, is so mysterious. Suddenly thought: “Why is she moving so slowly?” I looked up at my teacher and realized that she was looking at me. She hurriedly lowered her head to read her book, with a shy and flustered expression on her face.
A look at the title of the book, the heart surprised: “Wow! The Diary of a Lascivious Teacher”, a pornographic novel!
Do…”
The teacher slowly stood up and said, “Two minutes left to close the paper.” Smoothly pressed the yellow novel under her textbook.
I was able to finish the test quickly, using my English skills as “the best in the class”. I finished just in time for the teacher to stop writing and the bell to ring. The students turned in their papers faster because it was the end of the school day. (We had to go to school until 10:00 p.m.) After the class monitor called out the dismissal order, everyone rushed to get their school bags and leave the classroom.
I had just peeped into the teacher’s privacy, and my mind was in a state of flux. I heard the teacher call out to me, “Zheng Qingming, help the teacher bring the test papers to the office.”
I answered, “Wow.”
I took the test papers to the office and was about to leave when the teacher suddenly said, “Will you be scolded for coming home too late?”
I hesitated and said, “No.”
The teacher asked me again, “So… let’s talk about it, shall we?”
I answered happily, “Yes.” Of course it’s good to talk to such a beautiful woman.
The teacher drove me to a bubble tea store, we found a corner seat, the teacher asked me, “You’re not little, are you?”
I said, “I’m… 20 years old.”
She also asked, “Why are you still in high school? I think you’re pretty smart.”
I laughed a little, said: “I was in the fifth college, because of the love of clubs, was dead when. In order to get a diploma, I casually found a high school near my home.”
The teacher gave a “wow” of realization and said, “I see… ah! You’re good at drawing pictures.”
I laughed shyly and said, “It’s just a hobby.”
The teacher hesitated for a moment, then said, “Can I borrow your drawing?”
I took out my English textbook and handed it to her, she flipped it open and read a few pages and asked, “Can you draw a few more for teacher?”
I said joyfully, “With pleasure.” I took out a pen from my bag.
The teacher gave me back my textbook and said, “Don’t draw it here, but draw it at the teacher’s house later.” After she said that, she gave me a questioning look with an “Eh?” She gave me a questioning look.
I agreed without hesitation, thinking that something good was going to happen, and I was sure that I would be scolded by “Ah Bao” tomorrow, because we had arranged to go to the “Eighteen Princes” in the evening.
Arrived at the teacher’s home, only to see a square pattern layout elegant living room. Teacher said: “You first sit down, I go to take a shower, there is food and drink in the refrigerator, do it yourself, don’t be polite.”
I laughed a little and said, “No, you’re busy with your work, teacher.”
When she walked into the room, there was a pleasant English song “Yesterday Only More”, which she played.
I had been restraining my own voyeuristic urges after my teacher walked into the bathroom, but as soon as I heard the sound of running water, my curiosity tugged my feet to the bathroom door. I slowly lowered my head, my eyes looking in through the vent on the door, only to see a passionate, fire-like nude body, her skin a tantalizing light brown color, glistening from the water, the delicate lines of her back radiating a fatal attraction, the round, naughty hips undulating happily with her movements.
Seeing my mouth to drool out, the stock also because of the scene in front of me, fly also like up to the extreme, the heart cried out: “Let me die!”
Just at this time, the teacher bent down to squeeze the shower gel, buttocks high up, the mysterious zone clearly displayed in front of my eyes, my mind suddenly felt a dizziness, thought: “This is not true, Perun (my girlfriend) is not so so tempting!” But I didn’t realize that it was mixed with the excitement of voyeurism, which is why I felt this way.
A sudden voice: “You… how can…”
When I came back to my senses, I saw my teacher crouching down and looking at me. I was so shocked that I fell down in front of the bathroom door and scrambled back to the living room couch, thinking in a panic: “It’s over, it’s over… what to do… how can I face her in class later…” and then I thought: “I’d better go home. ” Without saying a word, I grabbed my school bag and headed out.
“Zheng Qingming, where are you… going?” My teacher’s voice behind me pulled me back.
I didn’t dare look back at her, I just stayed still in my original position.
The teacher came up to me and said, “You haven’t helped me with the drawing yet?”
I hesitated for a moment, but I didn’t hear any anger in her tone. I slowly turned back and with my head bowed, I said, “Yes… no, I…”
Teacher came over to me, put her hands on my shoulders, and said with a smile, “I’m not angry, but I’m happy that you like me… I’m happy.”
I couldn’t believe my ears, but I still didn’t dare look up to look at her squarely, only staring at her legs exposed under her robe.
She went to the sofa, sat down, sighed and said, “Ugh! In fact, the teacher is… very lonely.”
A voice sprang up in my heart: “I’ll comfort you.” But I couldn’t say it out loud.
The teacher slowly said, “Do… do I have to be so… clear?”
I glanced up at her, and she was casting a questioning glance my way.
I boldly embraced the teacher, the teacher let out a voice: “Boing!” Then put aside their worries, with my pure kissing skills, to her two wet lips kissed down, tongue and tongue intertwined, sucking each other’s tongue.
Teacher pushed me to sit on the sofa and quickly pulled down my pants. As I pulled down my underwear, my rod popped out like a living thing, and Teacher exclaimed, “It’s so big…” Then she couldn’t wait to take it into her mouth. She kept stimulating the edge of the glans with her tongue, and moved her mouth up and down as if it were a vagina. Teacher’s cheeks were slightly concave from sucking so hard.
After a while, the teacher spat out the rod and said to me: “Is it okay? I learned from watching porn, I do not know if it is right?”
I laughed and said, “It’s so comfortable, it’s great!”
Then the teacher pulled me into her room and said, “I… haven’t done this before, you… have to teach me.”
I said, “No problem, don’t worry, teacher.”
The teacher thought for a moment and then said, “Do you have a girlfriend?”
I said, “We broke up a long time ago.” But in my heart, I thought: “Perun in Keelung, should not know it!”
Teacher gave me a charming smile and said, “That’s good, I…” and sat down on the edge of the bed.
I thought to myself, “Why are you saying all these destructive things?” I sat down, put my arms around my teacher, and said, “Teacher, you’re so beautiful.”
The teacher looked up and smiled shyly at me and said, “I don’t know if I should… anyway, I’m so speared inside…”
Without waiting for her to finish, I sealed her mouth with mine and with both hands I slowly helped her down and removed her last line of defense. Hooking my right hand around her neck, my left hand began to fondle her breasts and stimulate the inside of her ear with my tongue.
Teacher’s breathing was slowly getting heavier because of my teasing, and my left hand started to move down to the curly pubic hair, and it was hard to go any further until I reached her crack. The teacher’s legs were clenched tightly because she was so nervous and it was her first time with a man. I used my left knee to push my teacher’s legs apart before I could successfully touch that already flooded flesh.
I have been unable to hold back, take off the clothes on the body, the teacher’s legs close to her breasts, the right hand to hold the rod, aimed at the mouth of the hole slowly inserted, but because her pussy from no one, so full of difficult to go in. I slowly in, only into a glans, the teacher on the pain of the alas several times, the body has been upward shrinking to avoid.
I pushed myself to the bottom, and my teacher’s whole body shook as she cried out in pain, “Ah! You… gently… gently… I’m hurting inside!”
I ignored her and continued to pump, the close stimulation making me almost cum.
But the teacher begged, “You… gently… slowly… ah… ah… ah… don’t… ah… ah… ah… no…” Her body kept evading.
I said, “Good teacher, it’s going to hurt at first, but in a minute it’s going to make you go to heaven…”
The teacher said, “It hurts… no more… ah… it hurts…”
I continued my pistoning motion. It was hard to move at first, but after a couple hundred thrusts the walls of the hole slowly loosened and the pumping became smoother.
The teacher’s cry changed from a plea to a whimper: “Ahhhh! Aaah! Aah! So… so… so… so good… so… so… so… so… so… so… so… so… so… so… so… so… so… so… so… so..! Mmm…”
I began to hit her center of the flower every time, faster and faster, dry teacher screamed louder and louder: “Ah! Aah! Aah! Ahhhh! Ohhhh! Yes… yes… yes… yes… yes… yes… yes… yes… yes… yes… yes… yes… yes… yes!”
I know that the teacher is close to orgasm, uninterrupted thrusting, both hands grasping her ankles wildly pumping, when the teacher screamed wildly to the highest point: “ah! Ah! I have to… I have to pee… ah! Aaah! Aaah! I have to… I have to pee… Aaah! Aaah! Aah! I’m… peeing… ah! …”
I only felt a hot stream leaking out of my teacher’s flower center, as soon as my glans was flushed by that hot stream, suddenly there was a tingling on the soles of my feet, followed by the ratty creek part, and then a stream of semen was about to be ejaculated, and I was busy against my flower center to let the semen enter my teacher’s uterus completely, so that she could enjoy the post-orgasmic refreshment.
I pulled out my rod and sat on the edge of the bed, only to see my teacher’s belly twitching and continuing, the lewd water coming out of her hole with a little bit of semen, and the white sheet wet with a light red.
I lay down next to my teacher and give her a light kiss.
Her eyes narrowed as she looked at me and smiled, saying breathlessly, “Um, you’re great.”
We both took a lovemaking bath together, made her orgasm again in the shower, and then cuddled up together.
The next day, my teacher drove me to school. Needless to say, I was scolded by Gun Hai, but I didn’t tell the reason for my coolness, and my relationship with my teacher continued until a month or so after I graduated.