My name is Lily, a junior in the English department of my university. A year ago, through an introduction from a professor, I began working as an English tutor for the family of one of her old high school classmates. Looking back on the day of my interview, my initial impression of the family was quite positive. The parents were both highly educated intellectuals who co-managed a medium-sized enterprise; they were both incredibly polite and well-mannered. They candidly admitted that because of their heavy workloads, they often neglected their only son, Victor, and could only compensate him with material comforts. They also knew their son wasn't much of a scholar—he was all brawn and no brains, and his academics were a total mess. He had managed to scrape into a private high school after middle school through some connections, but after a semester, he was failing everything except physical education. Since they were planning to immigrate to Canada, they were worried his poor English would prevent him from adapting to life abroad, so they wanted a tutor to train his basic conversational skills. They didn't expect him to become a linguistic prodigy; their main goal was simply to have someone keep him focused on his studies so he wouldn't wander around and fall into bad company.

Hearing this relieved much of the pressure on me. Combined with the high salary they offered—thirty thousand a month for three hours of tutoring every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday—I readily accepted the job. Once the terms were settled, they introduced me to their son. To be honest, the moment we met, a hint of regret washed over me. The boy was built like a stallion; even though I am 168cm tall, he towered over me, reaching well above my chin. He must have been at least 185 or 186cm, which made it hard to believe he was only a high school freshman. What was truly difficult to endure was his messy hair, his vacant stare, and his mouth, which always seemed to hang slightly open, making him look almost dim-witted. But since I had already promised his parents, I braced myself and began my tutoring duties.

After only three weeks, a profound sense of frustration had set in. He could memorize an English word and forget it completely three minutes later. Even when the saliva practically dried in my mouth explaining simple tenses, he would just stare back with a bewildered expression. His eyes were always dull, as if he were perpetually sleep-deprived, but they would suddenly awaken with a strange, shimmering light whenever I wore something a bit more revealing, constantly searching my breasts and thighs. I don't consider myself exceptionally beautiful—my eyes are a bit small and my mouth is a bit large—though some people do call me pretty, far fewer praise my figure. My body, however, is a classic hourglass with a full bust, a slender waist, and wide hips that would make most women green with envy. My long, shapely legs were once featured in a stocking advertisement, so I am used to men staring at my body, but his gaze made me deeply uneasy, like a predator stalking its prey. From then on, on tutoring days, I made a point to avoid mini-skirts and tight clothing to avoid stimulating this adolescent little lecher.

Despite my precautions, the inevitable happened. One afternoon when we didn't have a lesson, my friend Jenny and her boyfriend went to watch some music videos, planning to head to my tutoring session right after. Before we were even halfway through, Jenny and her boyfriend were kissing and caressing each other on the sofa as if we weren't even there. They didn't seem to care, but it made me feel incredibly awkward. To break the tension, I teased them, saying they were so sexually starved that they might as well let me watch while they had sex.

I had expected them to be embarrassed, but to my surprise, Jenny's boyfriend agreed instantly. As he began to undress, he grinned, "Sure, let us show you a few moves. Maybe you can try them with your boyfriend later." Although Jenny was a little shy at first, her desire had already been ignited, and after a bit of light resistance, she was soon stripped completely bare. They started with a 69 position, performing oral sex on each other. After just a few minutes, Jenny's entrance was soaked, with her juices trickling down her thighs and onto the sofa, while her boyfriend's cock was fully erect, thrusting rhythmically in and out of her mouth. Then, he flipped her over, spreading her legs nearly 180 degrees. Using his tongue, he parted her labia to reveal her glistening, wet red flesh, licking and sucking her clitoris until Jenny began to moan loudly, like a pig being slaughtered, completely unconcerned about being heard. It was actually me who felt embarrassed; I hurriedly turned up the television volume to drown out her wanton cries.

"Honey, I... I can't take it anymore... can we please have you inside me?" Jenny pleaded.

"Not yet, you haven't finished your homework," he replied. He helped Jenny up and deliberately made her sit right next to me, less than thirty centimeters away. He made her perform oral sex on him while using his hands to vigorously knead her breasts. Watching them made my mouth dry and my whole body flush with heat. After a few minutes, he pulled her up and lifted her right leg high, making sure I had a perfect view, and began to penetrate her while standing.

"Ah... so good... ah... your big cock... ah... it's so thick... so huge... it feels amazing... ah... ah..." Although I knew Jenny was quite open about sex, she appeared so quiet and demure on the outside; I never imagined she could sound so slutty. She was perhaps exaggerating a little—her boyfriend's penis wasn't exceptionally large, and while longer than my boyfriend's, it was about the same thickness. Given Jenny's extensive experience, I doubted she hadn't tasted much larger cocks before; perhaps her talent lay in knowing exactly how to stroke a man's ego. Her boyfriend was clearly showing off, changing positions every few thrusts. In just a short time, they had gone through seven or eight different positions, leaving me dazed and lightheaded. Knowing that if I watched any longer, I might lose control, I hurriedly stood up and left. As the door closed behind me, Jenny's moans still echoed faintly. Two waiters gave me suspicious looks in the hallway, and all I could do was shrug and flee with a wry smile.

After leaving the theater, having nowhere to go, I wandered aimlessly for a while before heading to the tutoring house early. The maid opened the door for me; as usual, his parents were out, so I went straight up to his room. As I walked, images of Jenny and her boyfriend's heated encounter kept flashing through my mind, and I failed to notice that Victor's door was closed. Without knocking, I pushed it open, only to be met with a shocking sight. Victor was wearing headphones, his underwear pulled down to his knees, staring intently at a pornographic film on his computer while vigorously jerking himself off. What truly surprised me was his penis—it was incredibly thick and long, larger than any cock I had ever seen, even in adult films. His dark glans was flushed red and coated in glistening mucus, shining brilliantly under the light in an incredibly provocative way.

Unprepared for this scene, I froze, momentarily forgetting to leave the room. After about ten seconds, Victor turned his head, saw me standing there, and jumped in surprise. Only then did I snap out of it. Embarrassed, I turned to leave, but before I could, Victor ripped off his headphones, lunged at me, caught me by the waist, and forcefully dragged me into the room, slamming the door and locking it behind us.

"Don't go, Teacher! I've wanted you for so long. Today is the perfect day... let me have some fun!" Victor said as he began tugging at my jeans.

"Let go! You're being too much! If you don't let go, I'll scream for help!" I was startled and immediately gave him a stern warning.

"Go ahead and scream, nobody will hear you," he replied, completely unfazed as he unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down the zipper.

"Stop! Let me go! Watch out, or I'll tell your parents!" Panic began to set in.

"I'm not afraid. At most, they'll scold me, and then everything will go back to normal."

"Victor, don't... don't do anything stupid. If I call the police, you'll go to jail!" My fear grew.

"Damn it! Don't try to scare me with the cops! I'm only fifteen; even if I get sentenced, it won't be for long. Goddammit! Every time you leave, I have to jerk off. Today, no matter what, we're doing it for real!" With that, he used his left hand to pin my hands together, pushed me down onto the bed, and used his right hand to desperately strip off my jeans.

"Help! Help me!" Facing this brazen beast, my only recourse was to resist desperately and scream for help.

Though Victor claimed he wasn't afraid, he was still a little cautious. He glanced around, had a sudden idea, and quickly stripped off his underwear. As I opened my mouth to scream, he stuffed his dirty, sweaty underwear right into my mouth. This silenced me instantly, leaving me only able to make muffled "mmph... mmph..." sounds. Seeing that I could no longer call for help, he felt relieved and continued to strip my jeans, though my intense struggling made it difficult. After a few minutes of stalemate, he gave up on my pants and turned his attention to my upper body.

With a forceful tug, the buttons on my shirt flew off, scattering across the floor. Just as I was inwardly lamenting my luck, he grabbed my bra and pulled with brute strength. The bra snapped in two, and my two snow-white breasts were immediately laid bare before his eyes. Victor's eyes widened, and he let out a heavy swallow, staring unblinkingly at my pale, tender breasts and my light pink, bud-like nipples. I was both angry and anxious, but our strength was far too mismatched; even with all my might, I couldn't break free from his iron-like grip. I tried to kick him, but it was like a dragonfly hitting a pillar; after a few attempts, he pinned my lower body down with his right leg, leaving me completely immobile. With my hands pinned, my legs crushed, and a smelly pair of underwear stuffed in my mouth, I truly felt like a lamb led to the slaughter.

Having admired my breasts to his heart's content, Victor leaned down and took my right nipple into his mouth, while his right hand kneaded my left breast, his fingers occasionally teasing the tip. "Oh..." My whole body shuddered. This boy clearly wasn't a novice; he knew exactly how to use his strength. Despite my intense mental resistance, physical pleasure began to seep in. After several minutes, both my nipples were standing tall and erect, and a wave of sensation flooded my entire body. My lower abdomen felt hot and heavy—a sure sign that my juices were about to flow, though I couldn't control it. Seeing my resistance weakening, Victor seized the moment. He grabbed my waistband and, with brute force, yanked my jeans all the way down. Before I could react, he lunged at me again, his hands working feverishly to strip off my shirt as well.

"Victor, stop now, and we'll pretend this never happened. I won't tell your parents," I said, spitting the underwear out of my mouth and trying one last time to persuade him to turn back.

"Nonsense!" He ignored me, pinning my hands again and returning to suck on my nipples while stroking my labia through my panties.

"Ah..." I could no longer hold back. My juices finally flowed, and once they started, they were unstoppable, quickly soaking my underwear.

Victor seemed a little surprised at how wet I was so quickly (though he didn't know that forty minutes ago, I had just watched a live performance). He released my hands and turned to strip my panties. With a sharp *rip*, the little lecher proved his perverse nature; instead of gently sliding them off, he tore the thin fabric to shreds, leaving only scraps hanging from my legs. I sat up in a panic, my hands fluttering uncertainly, unsure whether to cover my top or bottom. He simply watched my beautiful body with a lewd grin, his cock standing tall and proud between his legs. "Teacher, you want it now, don't you? You're so wet! My cock is big enough, isn't it? It's going to feel amazing!" He even pulsed his massive cock as if to show off.

"You lecher!" I cursed, my face flushing red.

Unfazed, he quickly grabbed my feet and pulled me toward him, spreading my thighs wide. "Wow, Teacher, you're a total white tiger! This is amazing!" he exclaimed before leaning down to lick my smooth, hairless vulva.

"Ah... ah..." I twisted my hips desperately, trying to escape, but he held my thighs firmly. No matter how much I struggled, he wouldn't budge.

"Ah... ahhh... oh..." My juices seeped out uncontrollably. For such a young boy, he was incredibly skilled; his nimble tongue slid back and forth over my labia, occasionally sucking on my clitoris with such intensity that the pleasure made me lose all sense of direction. Finally, as his tongue pushed into my vagina, my sanity completely collapsed. I grabbed Victor's head and pressed it hard against my wet slit. His tongue swirled inside me—oh god, it felt too good! As I gasped for breath, my only thought was that I wanted someone to thrust hard inside me.

"Teacher, shall we start the real thing?" The wicked boy saw my desperation and decided to tease me even more.

My face burned as I closed my eyes, unable to answer. Victor chuckled and flipped me onto my stomach, propping my pale, rounded buttocks high in the air. My heart pounded in anticipation of that thick cock, but to my disappointment, it was his middle finger that slid inside. Just as the letdown hit, his finger began to pump rapidly inside me, while he leaned down to lick my anus.

"Ah... ah... ahhh... oh... oh... ah... ahhh..." Victor didn't know that my anus was one of my most sensitive spots, rivaling my clitoris. I often hinted to my boyfriends to lick it, but they always found it "dirty" and did so half-heartedly. Victor was different. He meticulously used the tip of his tongue to swirl around my anus, drawing small circles, teasing the entrance, or even taking the whole thing into his mouth to suck gently. The friction of his tongue against the opening sent waves of electricity through my body, making me tremble. Combined with his middle finger thrusting and swirling inside my vagina, I quickly surrendered, letting out loud, wanton moans. Before long, a deep, numbing sensation washed over my womb, and "Ah... oh god... ahhh!" Like a dam breaking, a torrent of cream erupted from me. I had climaxed! I never knew I could squirt like that! And to think, my first time experiencing such a powerful release was at the hands of a fifteen-year-old boy!

He turned my head so I could see the large, wet patch on the bedsheets. Embarrassed by how much had sprayed out, I closed my eyes, too shy to look. He massaged my rounded buttocks before suddenly aligning his cock with my entrance. Without any warning, using the lubrication of my juices, he plunged that massive object deep inside me in one single, violent thrust. My god! My heart nearly stopped. It was so big! So thick! Victor's cock felt like a solid iron bar filling my entire vagina. He kept pushing deeper, grinding his glans against my cervix.

"Ah... ah..." The pleasure was so intense it nearly made me faint. If it felt this good before he even started thrusting, what would happen next? Victor provided the answer quickly. He pulled out four-fifths of the way and then slammed back in, hitting my cervix once more. "Oh god! Ahhh!" It was too much! It felt as if I had been thrown into the heavens. My boyfriend had never given me a sensation like this.

Victor repeated the motion—pull, thrust, pull, thrust—his speed increasing with every stroke. Unprecedented waves of pleasure coursed through me, causing my juices to flow as if there were a flood inside me.

My boyfriend loved taking me from behind because he could admire the curves of my waist, my full hips, and my swaying breasts. Visually and tactilely, it was a great experience. I suspected Victor would love it too, but suddenly, he stopped. Thinking he wanted to change positions, I looked at him, but he remained motionless. Then, he said, "Teacher, it's not much fun for me when you're like this."

"What do you mean?" I asked, bewildered.

"Don't just moan, Teacher. You need to say something!"

The little lecher wanted me to use dirty talk! Of course, I knew the words, but how could I say them aloud? Seeing my hesitation, he pushed his cock even deeper, grinding the glans against my cervix. Ohhh! It rubbed me so intensely that my limbs felt weak; it felt so good yet so overwhelming, as if only even harder thrusting could satisfy the emptiness.

*Slap!* He gave my butt a firm smack. "Are you going to say it? If you can't, I'll teach you."

"Fine... fine! You... ah... you little pervert!" There was no helping him. It was just like the saying: even a rape needs the victim to cry out in pleasure.

Seeing that I had yielded, Victor resumed his thrusting. As if to reward me, he began to drive even harder, using full, deep strokes that left only the tip inside before slamming all the way back in. The sound of his pelvis hitting my buttocks echoed through the room—*slap, slap, slap!*

"Ah... ah... so good... it's too good... ahhh... oh god... ah... a little easier... ahhh... can't take it... ah... so... so good... ahhh... about to... about to come... ah... ah... mercy... ahhh... Victor... Victor's... cock... is... is too amazing... Sister... it's too good... I'm dying... ah... ah... it's coming... coming... ahhh!"

I realized then that dirty talk was actually quite easy. The only difficult part was the first sentence. Once the first word escaped, the rest flowed naturally. Especially under the assault of Victor's massive cock, if I didn't scream these things, the accumulated pleasure would have no way to escape.

"Ah... ah... Sister... loves it... ah... Victor's... Victor's cock... ah... so wonderful... such a... such a huge cock... ah... so good... fuck Sister... for the rest of your life... ahhh... fuck me forever... ahhh..."

Though Victor had only been at it for about six or seven minutes, it felt like he had been pounding me for forty. Like a drowning person, my hands frantically grabbed at anything—pillows, sheets, clothes. Amidst a final, violent spasm, I reached another climax.

"Teacher, shall we try a different way?"

"Mmm," was all I could manage. I was completely exhausted and at his mercy.

Leaving his cock inside me, he held my waist and slowly guided me off the bed, walking me step by step to his desk. I leaned against the desk, spreading my legs and arching my hips back to accommodate him. On the desk, the computer was still playing the pornographic film; the actress on screen was being fiercely fucked by a man. Victor placed the headphones over my ears, and the actress's screams immediately filled my head. Once everything was set, he began to thrust again, fast and hard. "Ah... ah... ah..." Watching the carnal battle on the screen while hearing the intense moans, and feeling a massive cock repeatedly slamming into my cervix, it felt as though I had merged with the film, joining in their sexual act.

"Ahhh... ah... Victor... you're so good at this... so good... ah... Sister loves it... loves it... fucking Victor... ah... ah... Sister... Sister... can't take it... ah... ah... about to... about to come... ahhh..."

I climaxed once more. Almost simultaneously, Victor reached his limit. He hurriedly pulled his penis out, turned me around to kneel before him, and erupted, spraying thick jets of semen all over my face.

Victor took a deep breath, a satisfied smile on his face. He held his still-erect cock and used it to gently trace lines on my face, spreading the white, creamy fluid onto my lips and trying to squeeze it into my mouth. Although a bit repulsed, I couldn't win against him, so I obediently opened my mouth to take his cock and the semen inside, sucking gently. His semen tasted a bit metallic, almost like bleach, but since it wasn't my first time, it wasn't too nauseating.

After finishing, Victor left the room without a word, leaving me lying on the floor, still panting. After a while, as my senses returned, I used some tissues to wipe my face and sat on the sofa, staring at the scattered clothes and the torn panties, slowly returning to reality. I had been raped! Raped by my student! A sense of profound humiliation washed over me. Normally, I should have dressed and left immediately, but strangely, a part of me felt a lingering reluctance. On one hand, besides my jeans, I had no intact clothing left; on the other, a sense of immense satisfaction resided within me. I wouldn't admit to being a slut—at least, before he entered me, my mind had truly been resisting. And while my body had surrendered once the friction began, I didn't believe any girl could be penetrated by such a massive cock and still say "no" without meaning it. Perhaps my body was just exceptionally sensitive, but that didn't make me a wanton woman. At least, my sexual experience had been limited to only two men before this, unlike Jenny, who changed boyfriends as easily as changing clothes and had numerous one-night stands.

Lost in thought, Victor returned to the room, now dressed in his underwear. As soon as he entered, he grabbed me and led me out, not even letting me put my clothes back on. I tried to cover myself, following him downstairs in a panic, terrified that someone might catch us in this state. He led me through the living room and down a side staircase into the basement, where there was a hot spring bath, the tub already filled with steaming water.

"Teacher, let's soak in the hot spring. It'll help with the fatigue."

It turned out he had left the room specifically to prepare the bath. My mind wrestled with the situation—was he just forgiving me this easily? But since I didn't know how to scold him, I simply tested the temperature and slowly lowered myself into the tub. It was indeed wonderful; the warm water and the faint scent of sulfur made every inch of my skin feel alive. I expected Victor to join me, but the little lecher simply stood by the edge of the pool, his eyes roaming greedily over my naked body. Even though he had just finished with me, his gaze still made me feel exposed and flushed with shame.

"Victor, why don't you go out for a bit and let Sister soak in peace?" I found myself too embarrassed to call him "Teacher" anymore.

Victor shook his head and quickly stripped off his underwear. To my surprise, after only ten minutes of rest, his cock was once again standing tall like a pillar. It was only now that I could truly see his body. Honestly, his physique was near perfect—broad shoulders, a strong waist, and firm muscles with not an ounce of excess fat. With a massive cock like that, it was hard to believe he was only fifteen. If he didn't have that dim-witted face, he would truly be a masterpiece of God.

He slowly stepped into the pool and sat beside me, his right arm wrapping around me while his left hand wandered over my long legs. His voice was filled with mischief as he spoke:

"Teacher, your legs are so beautiful, so long and straight. Just looking at them makes my cock hard. Your breasts are so big and firm; they feel so good to knead. And your ass..."

Unable to listen to any more, I changed the subject. "You're only fifteen, but you seem to have quite a bit of experience."

He chuckled, taking my hand to guide it to his large cock, while his other hand kneaded my breasts. He said proudly, "It's alright. My best friend, George, and I are known as the 'Double Cannon Kings' at school. We're the biggest players. We've been with at least eighty percent of the girls in the school, from the first to the third years. Every time we do it, they scream and moan like they're dying. Now they're always clinging to us, asking us to help them 'scratch their itch.' Whenever we want to fuck, we just find a few slutty girls and head to the school rooftop. Once after school, we tricked the school beauty—a scholarship student—into letting us take her virginity behind the podium. We fucked her for two hours; she almost passed out from pleasure. Don't let her prim and proper appearance fool you; she's incredibly slutty when she screams. Now, she handles all our reports and homework; once she's finished, we give her a 'reward' session. But none of those sluts can compare to you, Teacher. Your pussy is so tender and tight... it feels amazing..."

I could only frown and endure his crude words and boastful tales. Seeing that I didn't respond, he grew bored and turned my head toward him, pressing his lips to mine. His tongue darted into my mouth, teasing my tongue until it spilled out. Our tongues tangled, and saliva began to drip from the corners of our mouths. I hadn't expected him to be such a skilled kisser; he left me breathless and dizzy with desire. His hands were never idle; one was busy teasing my nipple while the other worked my clitoris. Not to be outdone, I began to rhythmically stroke his large cock.

We caressed each other in the water for several minutes until my breathing grew heavy. To my surprise, he was also close to his limit. He hurriedly pulled his cock out, led me out of the bath, and panted, "Teacher, you're incredible. You almost made me cum. Here, lie down, let me give you a massage."

Seeing his slightly disheveled state, I couldn't help but find it funny. It seemed that despite his massive cock, his stamina was quite ordinary.

Curious to see what he would do next, I lay down on a large towel on the floor as he began to massage me. He seemed to actually know a few techniques; he started with a standard massage, but it gradually changed. He used his tongue to lick me, starting from my shoulders and moving inch by inch down my back, waist, buttocks, thighs, and calves, not even missing the spaces between my toes. I am quite ticklish, but this fine, tingling sensation was something I could endure—in fact, it felt wonderful, and soft moans began to escape my lips.

As he licked his way toward the important areas, Victor first parted my buttocks and aimed his tongue at my anus, gently probing the entrance. "Ah..." A jolt like an electric shock ran through my body.

"Teacher, your anus seems especially sensitive," he noted. For someone so academically challenged, he certainly had a talent for sex. Having found my weakness, he intensified his assault. Within moments, my moans filled the room as my hips began to arch and my buttocks rose high in the air.

"Victor... ah... ah... mercy, Sister... ah... so good... ah... that's enough... ah... enough... ah... Sister... ah... can't take it... ah... you can enter now... ah... please... hurry... ah..."

My whole body felt hot and itchy, as if a thousand ants were crawling over me. Forgetting my pride, I began to beg. But instead of entering me, Victor continued to lick my anus while using his fingers to pinch my clitoris. Under this dual stimulation, my defenses crumbled completely, and my juices flowed freely. In a daze, Victor crawled between my legs and brought his cock to my mouth, demanding oral sex. With no other choice, I took him in, bobbing my head up and down. However, his cock was so thick that my jaw began to ache after a few thrusts. I had to pull out to use my hands to stroke him while using my tongue to lick his glans. Meanwhile, Victor focused on my clitoris, his fingers working rhythmically inside my vagina.

"Ah... ah... so good... ah... ah... amazing... ah... oh god... ah... ah..."

I was on the verge of breaking again. A numbing sensation flooded my lower body, and a torrent of cream erupted, spraying all over Victor's face. After climaxing, I lay limp on the floor, my limbs feeling like jelly. But he gave me no rest; he immediately flipped me onto my back, spread my legs, and aimed his massive cock at my entrance, thrusting deep in one go.

"Ah... ah... can't... ah... will die... ahhh... so good... ah... oh my god... ah... that big... big cock... harder... ah... mercy... ah... ah... so... so good... ah... about to... about to fly... oh god... ascending to heaven... ah... ah..."

Victor grabbed my breasts and began a frantic, rapid-fire pounding. The intensity left me babbling incoherently, alternating between begging for mercy and screaming in pleasure. He delivered over a hundred thrusts before finally slowing down. He then picked me up and carried me back into the bath, where we sat facing each other. I straddled his thighs, hugging him tightly while grinding my hips to let my pussy slide up and down his cock.

"Mmm... Victor's cock is so huge... oh... Sister feels so good..." Due to the water's resistance, our movements couldn't be too violent, which allowed us both a moment to catch our breath. After a while, Victor couldn't hold back again. He reached around to grab my buttocks and pulled me toward the edge of the pool. I braced my arms on the rim, my body floating on the surface with my legs spread wide, while Victor held my thighs and began to accelerate his thrusts.

"Ah... ah... Victor... don't rush... ah... ah... so good... Victor... you're so good at this... ah... such amazing thrusts... so good... it's killing Sister... ah..." Victor was like a tiger unleashed, thrusting so wildly that water splashed everywhere.

"Ahhh... so beautiful... oh god... Sister... ah... Sister... ah... never... ahhh... never felt so good... ah... Victor... big cock... thick cock... ahhh... fuck me... ah... ah... it's coming... it's coming... ahhh... dying... ah... ah..."

I screamed at the top of my lungs, losing all sense of shame. Amidst my wild cries, I reached a climax first. About twenty seconds later, Victor suddenly pulled out. Before I could react, another massive spray of white semen covered my face.

*Sigh, another round!* I thought to myself. The first time could be excused as rape, but how could I explain the second? I felt a hint of regret and a little anger at how easily I had succumbed to lust.

After a quick rinse, he gave me a T-shirt to wear. Seeing it was past ten o'clock, I intended to leave, but he insisted on driving me down the mountain on his motorbike. To my surprise, the little lecher headed *up* the mountain instead. As we rode along the Yangjin Highway, he kept telling me ghost stories. I knew he was just trying to spook me, but the more he talked, the more frightened I became, and I found myself clinging tightly to him, my breasts pressed hard against his back.

After riding for a while, he pulled over at a roadside gazebo, claiming he wanted to see the night view. He pulled me into the gazebo and, regardless of whether passing cars could see us, used the wooden table as minimal cover to strip me naked. Halfway through my resistance, I began to perform oral sex on him, and then, under the cool night breeze, he proceeded to fuck me fiercely once again. Since this was my first time "outdoor" sex, I was initially worried about being caught, which made it hard to fully immerse myself. But under his powerful thrusts, the world around me faded, and I began to moan loudly. Since he had already climaxed twice, he lasted a particularly long time this time, pounding me until my voice was hoarse and I had climaxed repeatedly.

"Ah... can't... Victor... mercy, Sister... ah... stop thrusting... ah... Sister's little hole is going to break... ah... let me go... ah..."

I was utterly exhausted, having lost track of how many times I had climaxed. My whole body felt like it was falling apart, yet Victor showed no signs of finishing. Seeing that I was truly spent, he finally pulled his cock out, though he still looked hungry for more. After we dressed, he rode me home. In the stairwell of my apartment building, he pulled me aside again, preventing me from entering. Looking pitifully at me, he pleaded, "Teacher, if you don't want to go in, at least blow me off." Unable to resist his "pitiful" expression, I knelt before him, stripped his shorts, and took his massive cock into my mouth right at my doorstep.

As I worked on him, I used my fingers to tease his anus, or alternatively, stroked his scrotum and anus while performing oral sex. His hands reached under my T-shirt to knead my breasts. He wanted to enter me again, but fearing my roommates would hear, I insisted on a compromise. I pulled off my T-shirt and used my 34D breasts to sandwich his cock, performing a "tit-job" while simultaneously giving him oral. After about five or six minutes, he finally erupted in my mouth.

From that day on, I continued my tutoring sessions as scheduled, sometimes even going on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. Whenever his parents were away, we would engage in our "international language" of moaning and thrusting. Three months passed, and the number of times we had slept together became uncountable. Generally, for every three sessions, his parents would be home once, in which case we would stick to actual studying. Strangely enough, while he used to be a lost cause in English, he seemed to have suddenly become more attentive. Perhaps because we were exhausting most of his energy, he no longer spent all his time daydreaming. It was an unexpected benefit.

One weekend, Victor told me in advance that his parents were going abroad. I deliberately wore a mini-skirt and a short T-shirt that exposed my waist and navel, topped with a light jacket. My roommates thought I was going on a date, not knowing my boyfriend and I had broken up two months ago—not because of Victor, but because my ex had moved on to a wealthy girl. To be honest, since I started sleeping with Victor, sex with my boyfriend had felt quite bland. I didn't tell my roommates the truth to avoid the embarrassment of them knowing I was sleeping with a student.

As I boarded the bus, I frowned. Because it was the weekend, the bus heading up Yangming Mountain was incredibly crowded. There were no seats, and the bus was so packed that before we even reached Shilin, the heat became stifling. As the bus swayed, a hand suddenly pressed against my buttocks. I tried to shift my body, but the hand remained firmly planted there. I realized then that I had encountered a groper. I had heard stories from friends, but this was my first time. My face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and panic; I didn't dare to resist or even make a sound. I tried to remember the self-defense tips my friends had given me, but my mind went blank. I knew my hesitation would only embolden him, but I simply couldn't find the courage to call him out.

Sure enough, the man's hand began to caress my buttocks. I was furious but helpless. Glancing sideways, I saw a boy who looked like a high schooler—he was likely the culprit. He looked quite handsome, so it was hard to believe he was doing something so sleazy. After a while, his hand began to lift my skirt, sliding under my panties to touch my flesh directly. Goosebumps erupted all over my body. I immediately regretted wearing such a sexy outfit and, even worse, not wearing stockings for the sake of the heat. Now, my body was entirely at the mercy of this stranger.

In the crowded space, I tried to move away, but his hand was like a magnet, clinging to me. I was on the verge of tears, yet still helpless, allowing him to knead my smooth, tender buttocks. Not only that, but without warning, he hooked his fingers into my panties and pulled them into a thong shape, tugging them upward! The fabric rubbed directly against my clitoris, the sudden stimulation nearly making me scream. He seemed to sense my reaction; he knew I was the type to endure in silence. His left hand began to slide under my jacket, stroking my flat stomach before disappearing under my T-shirt to unashamedly knead my breasts.

This was even more humiliating than being forced by Victor in a private room; this was happening in public, with dozens of people around, yet I was too embarrassed to cry for help. After a few minutes of ravaging me, he seemed to find my bra too restrictive, so he reached behind me to unhook it, before returning to my skirt to continue his assault on my breasts and hips. After several minutes of this, my nipples were hard, and a familiar heat began to pool in my lower abdomen.

*Oh no, don't do this!* I pleaded with my mind, trying to use logic to suppress my desire, but my body was beyond control. Soon, his right hand slipped under my panties, sliding up my buttock crack to my labia, his fingers lightly scratching at me. "It's over..." I sighed in despair as my juices began to leak. With the lubrication, his fingers moved even more easily, eventually finding my clitoris and vibrating against it.

"Mmm..." My cheeks burned and my legs felt weak. I gripped the overhead handrail and leaned my head against my arm, closing my eyes to pretend I was napping while biting my lip to endure the waves of pleasure. Eventually, his left hand left my chest to join his right hand in stimulating my clitoris, while his fingers began to probe my vagina. I didn't know how much juice had leaked, but my thighs felt soaked. In a daze, his finger suddenly thrust into my vagina. My god! In full view of everyone, I was being fingered by a stranger, and yet... it felt incredible!

The sensation of his fingers sliding in and out of my skirt was incredibly stimulating. Although the crowd was too thick for large movements, the shallow thrusts were enough to keep me on the edge. Fortunately, he wasn't too aggressive, allowing me to suppress my moans, though anyone paying close attention would have heard the faint whimpers escaping my throat. After a while, he switched hands, using his left to finger my vagina while his right worked on my anus. A jolt went through me; being touched at my most sensitive spot without warning nearly made me collapse. He seemed more comfortable using his left hand, so his movements became faster and deeper. "Mmm... mmm..." I grimaced, biting my lip as waves of pleasure surged through me.

The bus stopped, and the sudden jolt brought me back to reality. Even though we hadn't reached Victor's house yet, I scrambled off the bus as soon as the doors opened. Once off, I took a deep breath and checked behind me to ensure he hadn't followed. Finding a quiet corner, I straightened my clothes and wiped the moisture from my thighs with a tissue. Strangely, I felt a lingering sense of dissatisfaction, as if the encounter wasn't quite finished. After about twenty minutes of walking, I arrived at Victor's house. He opened the door himself; he had already told the maid to take the day off. Seeing me, he gave a devious grin. "Teacher, you look so sexy today. I'm definitely going to fuck you until your legs are weak." Having become accustomed to his crude language, I just retorted, "Don't talk so big. Let's see if you can actually last longer than a few minutes."

***

**The Tutor's Temptation (Part II)**

Once inside, he helped me out of my jacket and brought me a coke. "Teacher, let's start with the sauna first." I knew his house had a steam room in the master suite, which seemed like a good idea to wash away the sweat and the juices from earlier.

On the way upstairs, he was impatient, stripping my clothes off and fumbling with my body—kneading my breasts and kissing me—making the short walk take nearly five minutes. My T-shirt, skirt, bra, and panties were left scattered along the floor. After a quick rinse in the shower, we entered the steam room. He suggested a game, and since the atmosphere was so heavy with desire, I agreed without question. He placed a blindfold over my eyes and led me to a wooden bench. He knelt before me, spreading my legs over his shoulders and holding my hips as he leaned in to lick my clitoris.

"Ah... so good... mmm... Victor... you're getting so much better... oh... yes... ah..." My juices flowed almost instantly. In the darkness, my senses were heightened. Because I couldn't see, every movement was a surprise, filling me with anticipation. In the humid heat, sweat and juices trickled down my body. The sound of his wet, lapping tongue was incredibly erotic. My breathing became ragged and shallow.

"Ah... Victor... I can't breathe... ah... it's too much... ah... so good... ah... stop... it's too much... ah... I'm dying..."

I felt like a fish out of water, gasping for air. Finally, he released me and helped me stand. I wanted to remove the blindfold, but he stopped me. Deciding to just go with the flow, we left the steam room. He laid me on the floor and began to kiss his way from my ears down to my lips. I opened my mouth to receive his tongue, our saliva mingling as we kissed passionately.

He moved down to my neck, then my breasts, my nipples, my stomach, and my navel. We usually had a long foreplay, but the darkness made everything feel ten times more intense. Before he even reached my crotch, I was already moaning and soaking wet.

"Teacher, you seem extra slutty today!" he teased before taking my clitoris into his mouth, his tongue probing deep into my vagina.

"Ah... ah... so good... it's too much... oh god... ah..." I wailed as the pleasure surged. Suddenly, I heard a faint humming sound. Before I could process it, a vibrating object—a massage bead—pressed against my clitoris. "Ahhh!" It was a vibrator! I hadn't expected him to have such a toy. Victor held me down firmly so that even as my upper body writhed, my lower body remained in place to receive the intense stimulation.

"Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh!" The rapid vibrations were like a thousand needles of pleasure piercing every pore of my skin. "Ah... stop... no... don't stop... ah... dying... ah... mercy... ah..."

The sensation was so overwhelming it felt like my heart might burst. When he finally removed the bead, he didn't give me a moment to breathe; he moved it to my anus and, using my juices as lubricant, slid it inside. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt. As the bead worked inside my anus, Victor began to thrust his fingers into my vagina. The dual stimulation was so intense that I was screaming and crying out in ecstasy.

"Teacher, is your anus still a virgin? Does it feel good? Shall we use my cock next?" Victor asked, turning the vibrator to its highest setting.

"Ah... ah... so good... ah... no... can't... ah... about to... ahhh..."

My eyes rolled back in my head as a massive, unprecedented climax washed over me, spraying twice as much fluid as usual. I lay there, completely paralyzed. But Victor wasn't done. He pulled the bead out and climbed on top of me. I begged him to let me rest, but he was determined.

"Please, let Sister rest a little. If you do it now, I'll pass out!"

"You won't. You were acting so tough when you arrived. Maybe you'll be the one to pass out," he teased, aligning his cock with my entrance.

"Fine, fine! Big cock brother, Sister loves your giant tool! You always make me feel like I'm dying... just give me five minutes!" I had to use the most flattering, embarrassing words to appease him.

"Fine, but don't take off the blindfold." He stepped out of the room, leaving me alone for a few minutes. When he returned, he flipped me into a doggy-style position, lifting my hips high. He leaned in to lick me again, and as soon as he felt me was wet, he plunged his cock all the way in.

"Ah... so good... ah... Victor... you're so impatient... ah... it's not even fully hard yet... but it feels so good... ah..."

His cock felt slightly smaller than usual, perhaps because he had rested. But the gradual buildup of heat was actually more enjoyable than a sudden, violent assault. However, after a few hundred thrusts, he seemed to be getting harder without getting much larger.

"Victor... ah... what's... ah... wrong... ah... are you... tired...?"

He didn't answer, only thrusting faster. Realizing something was wrong, I pulled off the blindfold. Victor was sitting in front of me with a lewd grin, but who was behind me? When I turned around, I nearly fainted. A naked boy was behind me—it was the same guy from the bus!

"Teacher, don't be surprised. This is George, the friend I told you about. He knows everything, and he wants to fuck you too. He's really good—didn't he make you feel great on the bus?" Victor explained.

"How can you... ah... this is too much! Let me go!" I struggled, but these two had clearly planned this. Being with a student was embarrassing enough, but bringing his friend was a whole new level of scandal.

"Beautiful Teacher, sorry! You were just so sexy on the bus, we had to come and serve you properly," George apologized, even as he continued to thrust into me.

"Ah... liars... ah... ah... can't... ahhh..." Despite my protests, his intense pounding left me too weak to fight.

"Just say yes, Teacher. Do you really want George to pull out? We'll make it up to you later," Victor urged from the front.

"Ah... you... you're so mean... ah... since you've already started... ahhh..."

I knew there was no escape. I had never experienced a threesome before, and the thought was terrifying, but at the same time, Victor was right—it was hard to want to stop. Seeing my hips swaying in response to George's thrusts, they knew they had won. George gripped my waist and began to pound me with incredible force. The sensation was so intense it felt like my brain was melting. After a few hundred more thrusts, the room was filled with my wanton cries.

"Ah... ah... so good... ah... amazing... ah... so fast... ah... a little slower... ah... dying... ahhh..."

I finally understood why Victor praised him. George's stamina was incredible; he was like a human jackhammer, thrusting hundreds of times without even breaking a sweat. And he was a master of technique, knowing exactly which angles would provide the most pleasure.

"Ah... ah... so good... ah... don't stop... ah... fuck me... ah... it's coming... ah... mercy... ah... Victor... George... ah... so good... ahhh..."

George was like a machine, his pelvis slapping against my buttocks with a loud *thwack-thwack*. My breasts swayed wildly with every stroke. The sound of his cock sliding in and out of my wet vagina was a constant *squelch, squelch*. Soon, another massive climax erupted from me.

"Hehe, George, you're getting slow. It took you thirty minutes to make her climax. Try to go for ninety next time!" Victor teased. Ninety minutes?! My poor pussy wouldn't survive!

"She just climaxed, so it takes a bit longer. Watch this," George replied. He flipped me onto my side and lifted one of my legs high, continuing his assault with dizzying speed.

"Ah... ah... so wonderful... ah... so good... ah... it's coming again... ah... ah..."

He was right. Within minutes, I was pushed into another peak. After the climax, George began to kiss my toes while slowly, rhythmically thrusting.

"Ah... ah... so amazing... ah... George... ah... so good... ah..."

His technique was masterful. He sensed my exhaustion and switched to a "nine shallow, one deep" rhythm, allowing me to catch my breath while keeping me on the verge of arousal. After several minutes, he flipped me onto my back, pushed my legs all the way to my shoulders, and began to descend upon me with full force.

"Ah... ah... dying... ascending to heaven... ah... so good... ah... George... big cock... ah... love it... ah... it's coming... ah... can't take it... ah... Sister loves it... ah... ahhh... fuck me forever... ah... ah..."

I was babbling incoherently, lost in a sea of pleasure. After what felt like thousands of thrusts, George finally reached his limit. He pulled out and sprayed a massive amount of semen all over my face.

"Seven minutes! Incredible! You made her unable to even move her pussy," Victor laughed.

George wiped my face and said, "That was just a warm-up. Next time, we'll go for another fifteen minutes." I was stunned. Was this a blessing or a curse? These two boys—one with size, one with stamina—were a lethal combination.

After we cleaned up, they insisted on driving me home on the motorbike. In the stairwell of my building, Victor pulled me aside again. "Teacher, if you don't want to go in, at least blow me off." Unable to resist his "pitiful" look, I knelt and took his cock into my mouth right at my doorstep. As I worked on him, he reached under my T-shirt to knead my breasts. Finally, we settled on a compromise: I used my 34D breasts to sandwich his cock, performing a "tit-job" while simultaneously giving him oral. After a few minutes, he finally erupted in my mouth.

***

**The Tutor's Temptation (Part III)**

Since that day, the sessions became even more frequent. Whenever his parents were away, we would practice our "international language." Three months passed, and the number of times we had slept together was beyond counting. Surprisingly, Victor's grades actually improved; perhaps because he was so exhausted from our sessions, he had less energy to be a troublemaker.

One weekend, Victor told me his parents were away. I deliberately wore a tiny skirt and a short T-shirt, showing off my waist. My roommates thought I was going on a date, but in reality, my sexual appetite had changed so much since meeting Victor that my ex-boyfriend felt boring by comparison.

On the bus to Yangming Mountain, the crowd was suffocating. As the bus swayed, a hand pressed firmly against my buttocks. I froze, realizing a groper was on the loose. He began to caress me, eventually sliding his hand under my skirt and into my panties. I was too embarrassed to scream in the crowded bus, so I endured it. He even unhooked my bra and began to knead my breasts under my T-shirt. The stimulation was so intense that, despite my shame, my body began to respond. He eventually slid a finger into my vagina, and the secret, rhythmic thrusting in the middle of the crowd was incredibly erotic.

When the bus finally stopped, I scrambled off, feeling a strange mix of relief and lingering arousal. I walked to Victor's house, and he greeted me with a lewd grin. "Teacher, you look so sexy. I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk."

After dinner and a movie, we ended up in his parents' large bed. They stripped me bare and took turns fucking me for over an hour. By the time Victor climaxed, George was ready to take over.

Later that night, a group of Victor's classmates had arrived at the house to escape the typhoon. They were playing cards and singing karaoke in the living room. I was hiding in the bedroom, naked and without my clothes, when three boys snuck into the room. They thought I was sleeping, but they began to caress my naked body. One man rubbed my buttocks, another kneaded my breasts, and the third kissed my neck. To my horror, they realized I was awake.

"Don't wake her, let her have a beautiful dream," one whispered. They began to tease me, and before long, they were all part of the assault. One man used a "textured" cock—a penis with small fleshy ridges—that felt incredibly intense. The sensation was so overwhelming that I lost all sense of shame, moaning loudly as they took turns.

Eventually, the situation escalated into a full-blown orgy in the living room. Two other girls from a local school were brought in, and the room was filled with a dozen naked bodies. The boys were relentless, alternating between vaginal and anal sex. The girls, who had initially resisted, eventually succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure.

I was pulled into the fray, kneeling on the faces of two boys while simultaneously performing oral sex on another. The room was a chaotic symphony of moans and the wet sounds of flesh hitting flesh. The sheer intensity of the group sex was unlike anything I had ever experienced.

As the sun began to rise, the madness finally subsided. We all lay there, exhausted and covered in various fluids. The girls were left in a state of total collapse, having been thoroughly "serviced" by the group.

After that night of debauchery, a deep sense of guilt began to grow within me. Our relationship was becoming increasingly deviant. Eventually, deciding it was time to reclaim my dignity, I resigned from the tutoring job, citing a heavy workload. For a few months, life returned to normal. I took a part-time job at a translation agency and tried to keep my distance from Victor, though he still called occasionally.

Perhaps because I had lectured him so much, he eventually stopped calling. But deep down, I knew that the "little lecher" had changed me forever, leading me into a world of passion that my old, "proper" self could never have imagined.