"Don't spit it out, swallow it all." As if unable to disobey his command, I swallowed the fluid in my mouth. After seeing that I had swallowed everything, he finally released me, then patted my head and said, "Good slutty teacher," just like an owner petting their obedient pet. I didn't respond but quickly fixed my clothes. While I was adjusting my outfit, he turned and walked toward the pavilion exit. After I finished straightening my clothes, I hurried after him with small steps, linking both my arms with his and resting my head against his arm.
"I'm yours now, you can't abandon me," I whispered softly, like a small, helpless pet afraid of being abandoned by its owner.
"Mine? You're not mine yet."
Seeing it was almost noon, we found a place in the park to eat something. Though the meal was simple, he occasionally picked food for me and wiped the corners of my mouth, making me feel completely happy. After eating, I leaned against him on a stone bench by the lake, listening to him talk about his dreams and future plans. It was hard to imagine these words coming from a 17 year old boy. With his arm around my shoulder, he spoke eloquently, exuding a maturity beyond his years. If I were the same age as Xinran, I would definitely marry him, but I'm already 37 years old.
After our chat, he said we should go back as there wasn't much else to see. Even though he was the one who invited me out, he wanted to return after just half a day. Yesterday I hadn't even wanted to come out at all, but now I felt reluctant to leave.
When we reached the parking lot, he opened the back door of the car and said, "Teacher, sit in the back with me. I want to talk with you some more." Understanding his intentions, I didn't say much. Because I knew the storm that belonged to me was coming.
Once inside the car, he pulled me to sit on his lap, one hand caressing my stockings-clad legs, while the other wrapped around my slender waist, saying: "Did you have fun with me today, Teacher?" Embarrassed, I turned my head away without answering his question.
"No answer means yes," he muttered to himself. Seeing I still had no reaction, his fingers trailed down, teasing my slit through my stockings and panties. Soon I began to moan softly. Then he removed my coat, and I didn't resist, not even understanding why myself. Only when he pulled down the straps of my dress from my shoulders and prepared to pull down my tight dress did I, become alarmed and hurriedly stopped him, clutching the clothes at my chest.
He didn't make another move, just continued stroking my head with one hand while the other kept teasing my clit through my stockings and underwear. Then he gently kissed my forehead and said, "Don't be afraid, teacher. Hold me." It was just an ordinary sentence, but it seemed to comfort my heart, and my hands unconsciously wrapped around his neck.
Then came his passionate kisses, first on my forehead, then the tip of my nose, and finally my red lips. I silently closed my eyes and waited. His skilled kissing technique quickly pried open my lips, his tongue like a playful dragon in my mouth, teasing every nerve in my mouth.
When the hot kiss ended, my tight dress was already rolled up to my waist, my bra undone with only one strap still hanging on one arm. I didn't even know when he had removed the other strap from my arm. My snow-white breasts were exposed less than ten centimeters from him.
The stockings had long been thrown onto the car seat, torn to pieces from his pulling. My panties dangled from my right ankle, the middle part wet and dripping. My private area was already a mess from his relentless fingers.
Under the manipulation of his left hand on my lower body, my body had already gone limp, leaning weakly in his embrace. His right hand passed through my armpit, cupping one of my giant breasts from underneath, then brought it to his mouth. Under the attack of his tongue, my nipple gradually hardened and stood erect. Combined with the assault on my lower body, I felt if I was floating in the clouds.
Within the short two or three minutes after he kissed my breasts, waves of heat surged from my core, gushing out for nearly a minute. This was a feeling I had never experienced before. In just two short hours, my student had made me climax twice.
I thought that despite the age and status difference, even if I really liked him, I wouldn't do such outrageous things. Unexpectedly, this moral boundary that that was immoral only fueled my desire. This sense of taboo and shame made my body more sensitive, more stimulated, more pleasurable. And I didn't offer any resistance, not even a token gesture of restraint or refusal, allowing him to easily break through the layers of shackles between us.
Immersed in the afterglow of orgasm, I felt his hands continuously roaming over my body, from chest to waist to buttocks and thighs. Except for the skirt at my waist, my entire body was naked before a student twenty years younger than me, allowing him to kiss, caress, and squeeze as he pleased, while I wore a smile, as if happy that my body could attract him.
Naked in his embrace, I felt not just shame but an odd sense of security. His large hands roaming over my body seemed like they were giving me a full-body massage. His erect manhood pressed against my buttocks. Even through his pants, I could feel his heat and strength.
And so I gradually fell asleep half-leaning in his embrace, sleeping so sweetly and peacefully.
I don't know how long it was before I woke up in his arms. The first thing I saw was him looking at me with a tender, doting smile, saying, "Teacher, you're awake," brushing sweat-dampened hair from my face, and gently kissing my forehead again.
"Mmm," I responded shyly, then turned my head to the side. Seeing the sky outside the window growing dark, when I wanted to ask what time it was, he preemptively answered: "It's six o'clock, teacher." At the same time, I again felt the huge object pressing against my buttocks. After an hour, it was still so firm, making me blush with embarrassment. He seemed to notice my thoughts and deliberately pushed upward, saying: "I've been waiting for teacher to wake up."
"Why?" He didn't answer, just kissed me again, then with one hand through my neck, kneading my breast, and the other hand once again reaching for my pussy to tease it.
Soon I felt my whole body go numb and weak, waves of pleasure surging from my toes to the top of my head. After playing for a while, he lifted me up to straddle his lap with my legs spread, letting my hands rest on his shoulders. Without any resistance, I let him manuever my body as he pleased, my arousal dripping shamelessly onto his prominently raised tent.
Unhurriedly, he removed his pants and underwear, revealing a magnificent, thick cock at least 20 centimeters long before my eyes, standing proud befire my soaked entrance boastfully.
He held my waist with both hands, slowly pressing my body downward, and I unconsciously cooperated with him, even slightly adjusting my angle to align my pussy with his cock. When his tip touched my labia, an electric pleasure shot through my whole body, and I collapsed weakly into his arms, my hands no longer able to support me.
At this moment, he embraced my waist with one arm and held his cock with the other hand, rubbing it back and forth against my folds. He seemed in no hurry to enter, preferring to watch a woman slowly fall into passion under his manipulation. But I really couldn't take it anymore; my plump labia were flowing with fluids, unbearably itchy, feeling his thick, magnificent cock, only hoping he would quickly fill my itchy, empty cave.
Finally, he also positioned his tip at my entrance. With a squelching sound, he entered my body. This unprecedented pleasure made my expression contort beyond words, seemingly unable even to moan. What followed was pain. My unused passage combined with his thickness and size made me feel pain like my first time, even exceeding it.
Tears streamed down my face. Ecstasy, pain, joy, resentment, a whirlwind of emotions made me break down sobbing. My loud sobbing, combined with unstoppable sweat and tears, all displayed on my charming face. He held my head with one hand, letting me lean against his shoulder, while stroking my back with the other hand, continuously murmuring:
"Teacher, it's okay, teacher, it's okay."
Under his comfort, my emotions gradually stabilized, changing from loud crying to soft sobbing. Thinking about how my voluptuous, mature body had been so easily claimed by my student, I don't know what came over me, but I suddenly bit down on his shoulder. His whole body trembled, and the hands holding my waist let go to grip the edge of the car seat tightly. Two minutes later, I slowly released my bite, looking at the two rows of dark purple marks on his shoulder. Feeling remorseful, I asked:
"Are you okay? Does it hurt? I just now-" Before I could finish, he interrupted:
"It's fine, teacher. Your husband doesn't mind."
"Who's your wife... hmph-" Hearing his shameless claim, I pouted and turned my head away. But in my heart, a hint of sweetness inexplicably bloomed.