Chapter One

On the messy, comfortable large bed lay a pair of naked, fleshy worms; these two were myself and Teacher Rose. We had just finished our lovemaking and were now lying in each other's arms, sleeping and breathing deeply to recover our strength...

"Whoa! It's almost seven! Qing, hurry up... otherwise, if my husband comes home and catches us, it’ll be all over!" Rose cried out, glancing at the desk clock and sitting up.

Rose pulled me out of bed, leaving me no choice but to lazily pick up my clothes scattered on the floor and slowly pull them on.

"Teacher Rose, I really can't bear to leave you... I..." I looked at her, swallowing hard as I spoke.

"Silly boy, it's not like we're parting forever. Why are you so sad? Hmm, the day after tomorrow, that loser husband of mine is heading south for about ten days. When that time comes, are you afraid we won't... you know... get enough satisfaction? Hehe..." Rose said tenderly while putting on her bra and panties. She walked over and pressed a kiss to my cheek.

"Teacher, really? That's wonderful!"

Excited, I couldn't help but hug her tightly, returning a long kiss before reluctantly hopping on my bicycle to depart.

That night, sleep eluded me. My mind was filled with images of Rose's gorgeous face, her full, heavy breasts, and her enchanting, tropical garden. My mind constantly replayed the scenes of our recent intercourse, making me so flushed with excitement that even at three in the morning, sleep remained out of reach.

Ha! It was all my fault, that big idiot! The night before, when I was tucking my collection of erotic books—borrowed from a classmate nicknamed "Pig Brain"—between my piano scores, I had forgotten to take them out. By the time I reached Rose's house, she had accidentally discovered them. However, as the saying goes, "a loss may turn out to be a gain." The development that followed was something I never could have predicted...

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Chapter Two

Usually, if my piano playing was subpar, Teacher Rose would scold me like a mad dog, sometimes even striking my playing fingers with a long ruler. I had complained to my mother, but all she would say was the cliché, "Strict teachers produce great students."

That afternoon, when Rose spotted that erotic book, I knew a harsh punishment was coming—a lecture that would sound like a lion's roar...

"Qing, you little lecher... why on earth are you peeking at books like this? Learning such bad habits at such a young age! You're not even ten... wait, you're not even in your teens yet and already reading these lewd things! Hmph... look at this... even a teacher like me blushes just looking at these obscene pictures!" Just as expected, she scolded me without mercy.

She continued her fierce lecture, occasionally striking my arm with her "family law" ruler in a somewhat perverted manner. I remained silent, keeping my head down and enduring her insults. My main worry was that she might say something to my mother, which would make things much worse! *Just endure it...*

However, this eccentric teacher grew increasingly violent. She seemed to be enjoying it, eventually swinging two heavy slaps across my face, nearly knocking me unconscious with the pain. When my senses returned, a buzzing sound still echoed in my ears!

I had already been dizzy from her scolding, feeling quite indignant in my heart. Between the slaps and the sweltering summer heat, something in my brain simply snapped. In a fit of agitation, I pulled down the zipper of my trousers and thrust my manhood out...

"There! You shrew... if you want to ask questions, ask this! Stop hitting me! This meat sausage is constantly swelling and erect, no matter what; my sexual needs are incredibly strong. If I don't use erotic books to masturbate, what am of supposed to do... go to a brothel, harass women, or even force myself on little girls? Look... reading these books is a way... a way to relieve my stress!" I shouted, acting like a madman.

"..." Rose was stunned by my sudden outburst, standing there dazed and speechless.

Seeing her expression—a mix of shock and a strange, greedy fascination as she stared at my cock—an inexplicable surge of excitement welled up inside me. My feverish body felt as though it were catching fire. My large member suddenly surged to life, becoming even thicker and longer, throbbing and trembling right before her eyes.

After a moment, Rose regained her senses. She blinked a few times and then slowly approached me. To my surprise, she didn't scold me with a fierce tone; instead, she tenderly stroked the five red finger marks on my face, asking in a soft, caring voice if it hurt.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, I hurriedly used my palms to try and hide the hard, erect rod exposed outside my trousers.

"Come... let teacher see if it hurts? Oh, Qing, you must know... when teacher hits you... her own heart hurts even more!" She comforted me while stroking my cheek.

"Hmph! As if you'd feel pain? That would be a miracle..." I grumbled inwardly, though I didn't say it aloud.

Though still a bit sulky, I behaved and leaned in closer, allowing her to caress my swollen cheek.

"Come! Qing, come to my room. I have some soothing cream there; once we apply it, it will be fine." With that, Rose took my hand and led me toward her bedroom.

Rose's bedroom was filled with a heavy, feminine fragrance. Already dazed, my mind became even more chaotic. As she walked toward her vanity, her lush, beautiful body swayed. As she leaned over to open a drawer, her heavy, papaya-like breasts hung low and her rounded buttocks arched upward, her curves presented beautifully beneath her tight clothing.

I could no longer endure it. My mind went blank as I lunged forward, wrapping my arms tightly around her from behind. My palms squeezed her heavy breasts while my lower body pressed firmly against her ample buttocks, my cock rubbing feverishly against her cleft through the thin fabric of her clothes.

Rose seemed startled, freezing in place.

"Teacher, I... I love you so much..." I whispered, pulling her toward the edge of the bed to lie down.

"Oh! Qing... don't be like this!" Rose began to resist weakly, yet her body swayed and twisted to meet my caresses.

"Teacher, truly... I love you so much. Please, have mercy on me!" I lunged forward to embrace her tightly, kissing her moist lips and caressing her fleshy body.

As a married woman, Rose was no stranger to kissing. At this moment, my passion was so intense that she responded, wrapping her arms around me and sliding her fragrant tongue into my mouth, sending my heart racing with desire.

The usually strict piano teacher was now being incredibly coquettish. She didn't reject my touch; instead, she threw herself into my arms to win my heart. Ah, what a captivating, lustful woman. Perhaps her lonely, empty nest, with a husband often away, had left her starved for affection...

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Chapter Three

We continued to kiss passionately for a while. My pulse quickened, my breathing became ragged, and the rod outside my trousers swelled to its absolute limit.

"Teacher, now... it's just the two of us. What is there to worry about? I'm going to..."

"Going to what? You naughty boy... do you want to suck my breasts? Come... then come!" She was practically inviting me.

Without hesitation, I stripped her of her outer clothes, leaving her in only a pair of panties and a small bra that barely contained her half-spheres of flesh. The sight of this semi-naked beauty was intoxicating! I stripped myself completely naked and continued to hold her in my arms, caressing her to my heart's content.

With her soft, boneless hands, Rose began to stroke and slide her hand over my large cock, occasionally teasing my swollen glans with her fingertips.

"Mmm! Teacher... it feels... so good..." a groan escaped my lips.

"Hehe... Qing, put it in, okay?" Rose whispered with a flushed face and a giggle.

How could it not be good? I wished I could stay inside her forever! I quickly stripped away her panties and bra. In the bright daylight, I gazed at her naked form without reservation. She looked exceptionally beautiful today; her face was flushed with passion, a smile played on her lips, and her reclining posture on the bed was the very definition of seductive.

Rose possessed magnificent breasts, a slender waist, rounded hips, and skin that was both white and tender. Her slightly swollen areolas and nipples were red and soft, looking like ripe, juicy peaches. Her smooth abdomen was as flawless as silken tofu, making me want to take a large bite out of her.

And then there were her thighs—at the base, her deep red labia were glistening and moist, incredibly inviting! It was enough to make any man feel the urge to pierce through them.

Slowly and delicately, I parted her silken thighs. Ah! That deep, mysterious abyss was more enchanting than anything; it made my heart hammer against my ribs...

Using both hands, I parted the two fleshy lips of her bush. They were red and tender. Her round, swollen clitoris sat like a small bead of flesh at the top of the opening. I leaned in and kissed it, using my tongue to lick it; it was hot, salty, and sweet. Excited, I continued to suckle, using my hands to spread her opening wider before pressing my mouth against it, taking that little bead of flesh into my mouth to suckle it vigorously.

"Ah! It's so itchy... so sensitive... ahhh... ahhh!" Being licked at her most sensitive spot caused Rose to lose her composure, letting out waves of wanton moans.

As my tongue worked on her clitoris, I could feel her body shudder, followed by continuous micro-tremors. Rose hadn't expected me to take her clitoris into my mouth; the sensation was like an electric shock, sending waves of numbness, itchiness, and intense pleasure through her entire body.

"Ah! No... don't bite it like that... mmm... it's too much... ahhh... it's so itchy!" By now, Rose was driven into a frenzy of lust, moaning and laughing with pleasure.

"Mmm... mmm... Qing... you little lecher... how... how are you so good at this? Mmm... ah... it's wonderful... did you learn this from those erotic books? Ah... it feels incredible! Yes... keep licking right there... ah... ahhh... it's so beautiful!" Rose's eyes nearly rolled back in her head as she cried out in ecstasy.

Suddenly, she sat up, gripped my cock with one hand, and positioned herself so that she could press my hard, swollen glans between her labia. She began to grind her hips, occasionally using her fingernails to scratch my scrotum, making my cock swell even more with blood!

"Oh... ohhh... Qing, your cock... it's so... so powerful! Yes... show me your strength! Mmm... just let your thick rod... have its fill!" Rose's eyes were misty and seductive as she panted heavily.

It was indeed exhilarating. My sexual drive surged, and I flipped over to lie atop her beautiful, naked body. Guided by her smooth hands, my cock plunged back into that wet, peach-like cavern. With a heavy thrust, there was a wet *squelch* as I slid all the way in, my glans striking the very center of her.

Rose was clearly an experienced woman. As soon as we were joined, she arched her legs high, wrapping them tightly around my waist. Her vagina acted like a motor; the walls of her canal constricted and expanded, her uterus pulsing around my cock in a way that felt incredibly pleasurable!

I simply lay on top of her, remaining still for a moment to gaze at her wanton face, enjoying the sensation of her hips and waist swaying wildly while she squeezed me with her internal muscles.

"Teacher, your body is so strange... even without me moving, you can squeeze me like this... it feels so good!" I praised her.

Rose didn't say much, only smiling as she tightened her vaginal muscles even more. Being squeezed like that brought me to the brink of ejaculation. Panicked, I took a deep breath and pulled out, trying to suppress the urge to release.

"Hey? Good boy, why did you pull out? You're going to kill me! Come... quickly... put it back in..." What a wanton woman! She reached out, gripped my cock, and guided it back into her wet depths.

Seeing her like this, my excitement flared again. We started slowly... then faster... then faster... until it became a torrential storm of thrusting...

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Chapter Four

Rose was a seasoned veteran; she wouldn't let me go at it alone. She wouldn't be outdone, arching her rounded buttocks upward to meet my thrusts, swaying her hips up and down in perfect synchronization with my movements. Her wanton cries filled the air, pushing the pleasure of both of us to its absolute peak...

"Ah... good boy... so beautiful... oh... ohhh... yes... that's it! You're thrusting so well! I... love you so much! Ah... ahhh... so good... every thrust... goes deep into my womb! Oh... ohhh... it feels so good... good boy... harder... thrust harder... go all the way in... hit my center... ahhh... even pierce me if you must... mmm... it's heavenly..." Rose was possessed, her whole body trembling as she cried out wildly.

Before long, she reached her climax. A hot wave of her essence surged against my glans, feeling so incredible that it drove me into an even more frenzied state of thrusting.

Even though she had just finished, her passion seemed to increase; her rounded buttocks swayed even more vigorously. It seemed the rumors were true: a woman could truly handle multiple climaxes.

*Squelch! Squelch!* The sound of our flesh colliding echoed loudly. Seeing her become even more wanton, I thrust even more frantically.

"Mmm... hmmm... ohhhhh..."

Soon, my own climax arrived, and I found it hard to hold back.

"Teacher, I... I'm... about to come... ohhh..."

"No! Not so fast... don't yet..." Rose pleaded in a frantic whisper.

"I can't... I really can't hold it... ah... ahhh... it's... it's coming!"

A chill ran down my spine, and my glans felt a sharp tingle as a hot torrent of semen was pumped deep into the center of Rose's womb.

Rose held me tightly, her legs still locked around my waist as if she were afraid of losing me.

Having just tasted the essence of a woman, my manhood refused to subside. Even after ejaculating, my cock remained as hard as a pillar, pressed tightly against the warm, tight, and moist interior of her womb, savoring the afterglow.

"Good boy, Qing... keep going, okay? It feels so intense... please... just slowly!" Rose, her lust still burning, whispered into my ear.

"Hmm... how about this, Teacher... let my cock rest for a moment, and I'll use my hands to quench your thirst first!"

Before she could respond, I sat up beside her. With my left arm around her, my right hand moved to her vulva. Spreading my palm, I hooked my middle finger and slid it into her small opening, teasing the area while my finger danced over her clitoris.

The clitoris was indeed a woman's most sensitive spot. Under my ministrations, she shuddered uncontrollably, eventually lying back across my thighs with her eyes closed, allowing me to caress and probe her to my heart's content.

With my left hand now free, it wandered to her breasts, squeezing and kneading them passionately.

Rose was not to be outdone; she took my cock in her hands, stroking it gently, occasionally using her tongue to lick the stray traces of semen from my glans. The sensation was so electric it made my skin tingle.

"Wow! Qing, you recover so fast! You're hard, thick, and long again in an instant! Compared to my useless husband... sigh, being young is wonderful!" Rose sighed, before returning to kiss my member.

"..." I was speechless, a wide grin plastered on my face.

"Good boy, I feel so happy and wonderful right now! I almost want to bite that dragon of yours off and keep it inside me forever..." Rose teased with a playful glare.

As soon as she spoke, she took my entire cock into her mouth, sucking, kissing, and nipping at it. To be honest, a part of me feared she might actually bite it off!

My cock filled her mouth completely, nearly slipping out several times, but her nimble hands caught it each time. Her continuous oral attention made it difficult for me to restrain myself.

Consequently, my hand moved even faster and more aggressively, causing her to lose herself. With my right middle finger pressing against her clitoris and my index finger sliding into her, the two fingers rotated inside her. This drove her to a state of pure wantonness, her juices flowing freely as her hips bucked. In response, she sucked on my cock even more hungrily.

We were both lost in our mutual teasing, but eventually, Rose could take no more. She scrambled up and straddled me, sitting atop my lap.

"Good boy, stop digging! It's time for the big cock to kiss the little flower!" Rose whispered tenderly.

I lay on my back while Rose sat astride me in a cowgirl position, allowing her to take the lead.

Her lust was burning high. She lowered herself onto me like a rider on a horse, gripping my cock and lining it up with her opening. With one heavy downward motion, a wet *squelch* sounded as my cock was swallowed whole by her moist canal.

"Ah! It's so wonderful, hehe..." Rose laughed triumphantly.

Having my cock pressed against her center made her whole body feel soft and tingling with heat. She used her strength to lift her hips, letting my cock slide out, but as soon as the glans touched her labia, she would sink back down to swallow it again. The cycle repeated continuously, her speed and force increasing with every stroke. Our bodies seemed to have become one, working in a rhythmic, driving motion.

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Chapter Five

"Hehe, good boy... now it's my turn to work you. Does it feel good?" Rose laughed, rapidly riding my cock, her expression one of pure, unadulterated lust.

Seeing her face flushed with desire made me even more excited. I reached out to play with her full breasts, occasionally looking down to watch the way her wet slit swallowed my cock. Her tender labia folded in and out, the red flesh churning beautifully.

One of us prepared while the other attacked; we were lost in the joy of the act.

Perhaps Rose was enjoying the sensation too much, because she began to slap my buttocks with her palms, leaving red marks on my skin.

"Ah... it's heavenly... so good!" After riding me for over ten minutes, a sudden wave of pleasure hit her spine. She shuddered, letting out several gasps, and a hot torrent of her essence sprayed against my glans, flowing down the base of my cock and onto my lower abdomen.

Because the position was strenuous, she was exhausted. Once she finished, she collapsed onto my chest, her long hair spreading across my face.

"Qing! My silly boy, was it good? Ah... it was so wonderful! It's been so long since I felt this way... damn, you're something else! To be so skilled at your age... you're a genius! Hehe, if your piano talent were even a tenth of your sexual talent, my job would be much easier..." Even in her post-coital haze, she couldn't help but tease me.

"Hmph! You've had your fill, but I haven't! Just watch how I show off my talent!"

With a sudden movement, I flipped her over, spreading her legs wide in a "cart" position. My thick cock began to pump in and out with violent force.

The ridges of my glans rubbed intensely against her vaginal walls, driving her toward another climax. After a few hundred thrusts, she began to pant and moan frantically once more.

"Ah... ah... it's too good! Good boy... my sweet boy... I... I really can't take it! Mercy... mercy! I'm... I'm going to heaven!"

Feeling her walls contract rhythmically, knowing she was about to climax again, I pulled out and hovered over her. Caught in the peak of her ecstasy, the sudden withdrawal left her feeling incredibly empty, as if she had fallen from the sky.

"Good boy... what's wrong? Keep... keep going... I beg you!" Rose's eyes were watery and pleading as she pressed her warm, moist lips against mine.

Seeing her so desperate increased my pride a hundredfold. With a smirk, I plunged my hot member back into her soaking wet slit. I thrust wildly and relentlessly, hitting her center with every single stroke.

After about twenty minutes of this, we both reached our climaxes almost simultaneously, before collapsing into each other's arms to sleep.

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Chapter Six

From that time on, almost every week when I went to Rose's house for piano lessons, we would indulge in our passion. There were many times when we hadn't even touched the piano before we were stripping and heading for the bed. Every time, we explored different positions, finding new and exciting ways to reach heights of pleasure we had never known.

However, as the saying goes, "Flowers do not bloom forever, and good times do not last." Just as Rose and I were drowning in this whirlpool of desire, our beautiful days proved to be cruelly short.

One day, Rose's husband returned from work with what he claimed was excellent news. To me, it felt like being struck by lightning. He had been promoted and was being sent to Indonesia to manage a branch office. The family would be moving there, and unexpectedly, they had to leave in just three days.

Rose's husband could have gone ahead first, but he insisted that a man is nothing without his wife by his side. He said the company had already prepared everything in Indonesia—the house, furniture, car, and daily necessities—so there was no need to bring anything from home.

God! Was he trying to kill me? I, who had been in heaven, was suddenly cast down to earth. My heart was filled with panic and anxiety...

On the night before Rose left, I secretly rode my bicycle to her house. Rose was shocked to see me. She initially didn't want to let me in because her husband was sleeping in the bedroom upstairs.

"Teacher! We're going to be apart, do you know that? Once you leave, what am I supposed to do?" I hugged her tightly, unable to stop my tears.

"Good boy, I don't want to be apart from you either! But think about it, what can I do? Elope with you? Even if my reputation didn't matter, you are only a fourteen-year-old boy, still in school. How could I ruin your future? Besides, you aren't independent yet; your life and work would be difficult. How would we survive? Would you want me to divorce and remarry you? Even if you love me, what about your mother? Would she agree?" Rose asked a barrage of emotional questions.

"..." I was speechless; they were all questions without easy answers.

"Qing, let it be... forget it for now. If we aren't meant for this life, perhaps we will be in the next..." Rose said with tearful eyes, kissing me tenderly.

"But... Teacher... I..." I stammered.

"Silly boy, come... tonight is our last night. That man has been busy packing all day and has fallen into a deep sleep like an old ox. Let's make the most of this night!" With that, Rose began to undress right there in the living room.

I hurriedly stripped as well, determined to make this our final, greatest battle.

I pressed Rose down onto the large sofa in the living room. First, I squeezed her familiar, high breasts, then used my practiced skills to tease every sexy inch of her body.

After my ministrations, Rose's breathing became heavy, her hips began to writhe, and her eyes shone with a seductive light. Her lips were hot, and her entrance was already weeping with moisture, letting out silent, wanton moans...

Wanting to savor this final encounter, I pressed down on her passionately, kissing her lips. She wrapped her arms around my head, her tongue meeting mine.

As my member approached her entrance, her tender folds seemed to come alive, parting to welcome my hot cock as it slid deep into her center. The sensation of being filled made her gasp with pleasure.

"Ah... ahhh... ahhh!" She groaned loudly, uninhibited by the fear of waking her husband upstairs.

At this moment, Rose was like a woman possessed by lust. Her legs were wrapped tightly around my waist, and her hips swayed rhythmically. This motion allowed my cock to thrust even more deeply and smoothly.

I returned the favor, attacking relentlessly. Using all my best techniques, I thrust hard and fast, making her juices spray with loud, wet sounds.

"Oh... my little lover... good boy... you're so good at this... ah... it's so wonderful! Keep going... keep going... ah... you naughty little boy... it's so perfect..."

To make every second count, I gave it everything I had. A new wave of intense thrusting began, varying in depth and rhythm. Rose soon began to wail with pleasure, her moans echoing through the living room.

"Oh... ah... ahhh... Qing... you're too good... you've driven me mad... mmm... I don't want to leave! I want to stay here and do this with you every day, let you pierce my heart! Ah... ahhh... it's so beautiful... mmm..." Rose cried out, seemingly losing her grip on reality.

She arched her back and thrust her hips, her rounded buttocks moving wildly to meet my every thrust. I used every ounce of my energy to satisfy her deepest desires.

Rose was a whirlwind of passion—sometimes coquettish, sometimes wildly wanton. She would thrust her hips forward as if trying to swallow my entire length. Her juices flowed endlessly, and her cries never ceased.

"Ah... ahhh... my darling boy... you're such a man... it feels so good... so good... ah... harder... harder... thrust me to death! My sweet Qing... mmm... ohhh... ahhh... I love you so much... I want to let you thrust inside me forever! Keep going... mmm... ohhh... so... so good! Heavens... it's so beautiful... ah... it's so wonderful..."

As the saying goes, "The night is short." Our final battle was intense; I gave everything, and she met me with equal fervor. We lost count of how many times we climaxed, until the clock struck twelve. Only then, exhausted, did we finally separate. I had arrived before ten, and now it was midnight.

Rose gave me a lingering kiss, and I returned it with my tongue. We shared one last long, passionate kiss before finally parting ways with heavy hearts.

On the ride home, my face was stained with tears, my mind filled with a single question: when would I be able to see her again? When would we be able to...