"Smack… smack…" After saying those words that sent shivers through my entire body, Miss An, straddling me, bent down and gently kissed each of my nipples.
"Schlick, schlick, schlick..." Once she straightened up again, her hips began to rise and fall rhythmically. With her feet planted on the bed, she assumed a squatting position, somewhat reminiscent of a woman urinating.
As Miss An moved up and down, my penis was repeatedly engulfed and released by her vagina, producing wet, sticky sounds. I felt a warm stream of fluid slowly trickle down the length of my shaft, gathering in the pubic hair at my crotch—sticky and cool.
"Slap, slap, slap, slap..." As I felt the moisture on my shaft increasing, Miss An's movements grew faster and more intense. Her hips collided with mine, creating sharp, crisp slapping sounds.
"Squelch, squelch, squelch..." With both our groins slick with fluids—mostly secreted by Miss An—the impact and separation of our bodies produced wet, sticky noises, as if our hips had been coated with strong adhesive.
In this position, reminiscent of a woman urinating, Miss An appeared incredibly wanton. The posture left her lower body wide open, clearly revealing the dark patch of pubic hair between her legs. My penis, glistening under the faint light in the room, was distinctly visible as it moved in and out of her.
Miss An's movements were rapid yet steady and rhythmic, without any sign of disorder. Her full breasts swayed with each motion.
Truly, she lived up to the experience of a mature woman—her sexual expertise was evident, especially in the way she twisted her waist and moved her hips with such even, controlled rhythm.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm..." Miss An's red lips parted as she let out a series of seductive moans. Her voice, usually firm and authoritative during lectures, was now soft and delicate, even slightly high-pitched. This stark contrast continuously stirred my emotions.
Pleasure surged from my groin, spreading throughout my entire body. The most sensitive part, of course, was my penis. Miss An's vagina was hot and slick, with a powerful suction, and the friction of her inner walls against my shaft was intensely stimulating and incredibly pleasurable.
"Hah... uh..." At this moment, I lay on the bed, gasping for breath as Teacher An rose and fell, pressing down on me. My hands gripped the sheets tightly, trying to relieve and vent the intense pleasure and desire I was feeling.
It seemed our roles had reversed—I was now the passive one, being played with by the proactive Teacher An.
Just as Teacher An had predicted, after having ejaculated once already, I was now lasting much longer. The pleasure was continuous, but the sensation of climax remained elusive.
The small bedroom was filled with Teacher An's moans, the wet friction of our bodies, the sound of our hips colliding, and our heavy, ragged breathing.
Still, Teacher An was careful to keep her voice somewhat restrained, believing that Daguo was still at home. If she were too loud, she might wake him.
"Squelch..." Time passed minute by minute. After about five minutes, Teacher An suddenly thrust my penis deep inside her, pressing her hips firmly against mine. A sound like a soft fart escaped from her vagina.
Her legs, which had been crouched, now spread into an M-shape on either side of my body as she settled heavily onto me, her entire frame trembling.
"Mmm~~~~~~~~~~" At the same time, Teacher An let out a long, melodious moan, like a satisfied murmur or a sigh.
As she stopped moving, everything grew quiet. My penis felt even more sensitive, and in that moment, I could feel the walls of her vagina contracting and writhing rhythmically, massaging and kneading my entire shaft. A warm flow washed over the head of my penis.
"An orgasm?" I wondered. With my limited sexual experience, I could only judge based on what I'd read in novels.
The last time I had sex with Teacher An, I had been too focused on my own pleasure and too nervous to pay attention to whether she had climaxed. Maybe she had, and I just hadn't noticed.
But Teacher An's timing was perfect. If she hadn't stopped, I probably would have ejaculated in another three to five minutes.
It wasn't that I lacked stamina—it was just that the stimulation was overwhelming. In fact, it felt like a double stimulation: having sex with Teacher An while fantasizing about Mom and Daguo. I wondered how far things had progressed between them. Were they in the same situation as Teacher An and me?
Had Daguo already won Mom over?
Had Mom completely given herself to Daguo?
Had Daguo already entered her?
Every time these thoughts crossed my mind, I grew incredibly excited—even more so than during my current encounter with Teacher An.
"Click..." Just as I closed my eyes, imagining what might be happening at home, I heard a soft sound. Then, a beam of light pierced through my eyelids, making me squeeze them shut even tighter.
Why had the room light suddenly turned on?
Had Daguo returned?
Had he barged in?
Confused, I quickly opened my eyes. To my surprise, only Teacher An and I were in the room. She was still sitting on top of me—she had been the one to switch on the light.
For convenience in turning the lights on and off, the bedroom was equipped with two-way switches, allowing the room's lights to be controlled both from the doorway and the bedside.
Once I opened my eyes, I couldn't close them again, completely stunned by the breathtaking sight before me.
Her shoulder-length hair cascaded down both sides of her shoulders. Her slightly flushed face was dotted with fine beads of sweat. Her full breasts, a nearly flat stomach with little excess fat, dark pubic hair, and snow-white legs—all of it was laid bare before me.
Ms. An was vividly displayed in front of my eyes. Last time, it had been in the dark, and I hadn't been able to see clearly. The same was true just moments ago.
Although Da Guo had sent me a video of Ms. An showering beforehand, it was secretly recorded, so the clarity wasn't great. How could it compare to now?
Ms. An was right before me, the room's lights bright and clear. Fine droplets of sweat adorned her delicate body, glistening like tiny, translucent pearls.
At this moment, Ms. An was gradually calming herself. Her full breasts rose and fell rhythmically with her breathing, while her hands rested gently on my stomach, softly stroking.
Her eyes were slightly closed, long eyelashes fluttering as she stole glances at me through the narrow slits of her eyelids.
Seeing her like this, it seemed Ms. An was also shy. It must have been the surge of passion earlier that made her so uninhibited.
Gazing at Ms. An's familiar face and overlapping it with her usual image of wearing glasses while teaching, a wave of excitement washed over me.
Slowly, Ms. An opened her eyes. The moment our gazes met, a flicker of shyness and panic flashed in her eyes, like that of a young girl.
I, on the other hand, didn't know where my courage came from—perhaps men are naturally thicker-skinned than women—but I felt completely at ease, simply looking back at Ms. An.
My hands lifted almost involuntarily, reaching for Ms. An's breasts, caressing their damp, full curves.
Though her breasts sagged slightly, their texture was exquisite, wonderfully elastic. Watching them shift and reshape under my touch, my penis swelled and hardened inside her. Ms. An naturally felt it, but she remained still.
"Would you like to take the lead now?" After a moment of locking eyes with me, Ms. An suddenly whispered. Throughout our encounter, we hadn't exchanged our usual words—only those of lovemaking. After all, we were now partners in this act.
Hearing her words, I was momentarily taken aback, then lost in brief contemplation.
"How about you lie on your stomach?" I finally spoke—the first words I'd ever said to Ms. An during our intimate moments. As the words left my mouth, I felt a mix of nervousness and shyness, unsure if she would agree. If she refused, my pride would suffer a small blow.
"Pfft…" Upon hearing my suggestion, Ms. An actually laughed, covering her mouth with a light chuckle, making my cheeks burn with embarrassment.
Then, to my surprise, she rose, withdrawing my penis, and slowly turned to face the foot of the bed before lying down on her stomach…
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