Teacher Qiuping

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It was the second semester of my second year of junior high. Because of exam preparation, the studies became increasingly intense, and I
had fewer opportunities to visit Erniu's house. That's when we started boarding school. Our township middle school, or Township Middle School for short, was about
six or seven li (about 3.5-4 kilometers) from our village. In today's world, that seems like a short distance, but back then in the countryside, especially
for my young age, it felt very far.
Every day, I rode my bicycle back and forth, getting up at 5 a.m. to catch the 6:30 a.m.
morning reading session . So, in the second semester, we started boarding school, sleeping in shared dormitories—boys in one room, girls in another
. Evening self-study lasted until 9 p.m.
Boarding school was wonderful. At such a young age, everyone's life was different. Especially after evening self-study, a group of
boys would run, jump, do pull-ups, push-ups, and exercise on the playground, sometimes even singing loudly.
Despite the intense study life, we lived carefree and relaxed.
At this point, I must introduce my junior high school teachers. I only had two male teachers:
a physics teacher and a PE teacher.
The rest were all women, especially my English, Chinese, and Politics teachers, who were very kind to me and doted on me. They
often called on me in class because I was their top student, especially when no one else could answer my questions
. Actually, I preferred humanities subjects, but somehow, I ended up choosing
science that's a story for another time.
Our Politics teacher was Li Qiuping, an absolutely responsible teacher with top-notch teaching skills in the
area . She was thirty-eight years old that year, and had a son three years older than me, a sophomore at the county's top high school.
She had short, wavy hair that just reached her neck. At that time, in our rural area, that hairstyle was called the "Huifang hairstyle" because
the TV series "Aspiration" was very popular when I was in elementary school, and Huifang's image and hairstyle were admired by many middle-aged women
. Even now, many years later, in junior high school, that trend is still going strong.
Gradually, I noticed that when our politics teacher asked us to memorize texts or do exercises, she would always sit alone at the podium,
silently lost in thought—no, to be precise, she would be staring intently in a fixed direction, her gaze not unfocused. Especially
at night, when there were occasional power outages, and candles were lit in the classroom, her podium was also lit. She
wore a light pink top, resting her chin on her hand, gazing in a certain direction, truly giving off a feeling of admiring a beauty under the lamplight,
which I longed for.
I had a very good memory; I could memorize long politics exercises after reading them three or four times, so she
liked me quite a bit. I remember once I had finished memorizing the exercises she assigned early, and seeing the other students still
reciting aloud, I looked up at the politics teacher out of boredom. Suddenly, I found my eyes meeting hers. She
was looking in my direction, but I wasn't sure if she was looking at me or not; she seemed a little flustered and quickly looked away
. I felt a little uneasy too.
After that, our eyes often met. From brief, flustered glances averted, to a
gradual gaze, we'd stare at each other for a long time. I remember once we gazed at each other for five minutes straight.
In an environment where the whole class was reciting, that was a miracle. But I didn't know why I enjoyed
gazing at her like that, nor did I understand why she liked looking at me like that too.
Because teachers had to tutor students in the evenings, those who lived far away would sometimes stay at school.
Our politics teacher lived far away and often stayed at school. One evening, we all
brought our own , and a few close friends and I were eating together when she suddenly appeared. Seeing me eating a steamed
bun with only fermented bean paste as a side dish, she called me to her dormitory.
"Tianyu, you can't just eat fermented soybean paste every day. You need to eat some vegetables and occasionally some meat. You
're all growing, so you can't be deprived. But I know that families in our rural area aren't well-off.
Sigh, it's really tough on you kids," the teacher said to me with concern on the way to her dormitory.
"Teacher Li, it's okay. I eat well every day. I'm not picky about food," I said proudly.
"Hehe, you're bragging now. You're a good student. Work hard, and you'll definitely get into a top high school.
Come to my place for dinner tonight. I brought a lot of food, including meat and fish."
I was overjoyed to hear about the fish. You see, in our small rural village on the plains, back then,
we only had the chance to eat fish during the New Year.
When I got to her dormitory, she heated up the food, and I started wolfing it down, finishing everything without even looking up.
Then I remembered that the teacher hadn't eaten yet. I looked up and saw her looking at me, as if she had been watching
me the whole time, just like she always did in the classroom. Only now, her eyes held a more kind, content, and
happy look, as if watching me eat was her greatest joy.
"Teacher Li, I... I forgot about you. The food was so delicious, I ate it all by myself
. You haven't eaten yet, have you?" I said awkwardly and ashamed.
"Hehe, it's alright, I've already eaten. I'm happy that you enjoyed it. Oh, looking at how you ate just now,
you poor kid, you're really hungry. But I love watching you eat, it's like watching my son eat."
"There's a power outage tonight, so there won't be evening self-study. You can study here with me."
"Okay." I agreed reluctantly, feeling incredibly unhappy. I had been looking forward to a power outage,
hoping to play wildly with my classmates on the playground.
Since there was only one candle, we huddled together to read. I was reading my political science textbook, and she
seemed to a magazine. After a while, my mind was preoccupied with how to go out to play on the playground, and
I wasn't paying attention to my books anymore. Suddenly, I felt a foot touch me under the table. I didn't pay attention and continued reading, but
after a while , I felt the teacher's leg brush against mine
. I could clearly feel the warmth of her leg. A familiar feeling welled up inside me—it was the feeling I had with Grandma Liu that day. My heart
started racing, and I became a little awkward. The political science teacher also seemed a little awkward; her leg was gently rubbing
against mine.
"Tianyu, how much do you weigh?" The political teacher placed her hand on my leg. "You exercise every night
, so I'm checking to see how well your leg muscles are developed."
Her hand was stroking my leg, slowly moving backward. Suddenly, her hand touched something hard—my
penis, which I couldn't control no matter what I did. It was hard, running down my inner thigh, and the bulge was clearly visible
through my pants.
The teacher didn't speak, but her hand remained still on my erect penis on my inner thigh. I
looked down , and so did she, but her hand began to move and caress, only touching my inner thigh.
My penis grew harder and harder, and the teacher's hand trembled as she caressed me, her throat making muffled
sounds like an adult's nighttime panting.
Her other hand stroked my head, pulling me slowly into her embrace. Suddenly,
she hugged , kissing me like a madwoman—my forehead, my face, my eyes, my
ears—and finally, her lips landed on mine. Having kissed Grandma Liu before, I kissed her with practiced
ease , though her frenzied kissing made me breathless.
"Tianyu… Teacher likes you… Teacher wants to cherish you… I want to hold you in my arms, to cherish
you like a son. When it's just the two of us, call me Mom," she said haltingly.
"In our village, we all call our mothers 'Niang,' so I'll call you 'Mom,' that way it'll be easier to distinguish from my real mother,"
I said without hesitation.
"Okay, my good son, Mom loves you and will take good care of you," Teacher Qiuping said, continuing to stroke my
leg.
I was slowly aroused by her, and it brought back the feeling I had with Grandma Liu. My hand
moved to the teacher's breast, and I started kneading it through her clothes. "Oh... how do you know how to do this...
your little hands feel so good to me, oh, my good son..."
Teacher Qiuping moaned as she took off my clothes. In a flash, we rolled onto the bed and crawled
into the blankets she had laid out. Under the blankets, she unbuttoned her breasts, leaving her upper body naked like mine, and
we hugged each other tightly.
I sucked on Teacher Qiuping's nipple, as if I were back in my mother's arms, trying to draw
out . Teacher Qiuping's breasts were smaller than Grandma Liu's, but slightly firmer, like two meat buns on
her chest.
The nipple in my mouth slowly hardened, like two purple grapes. Teacher Qiuping closed her eyes,
tilted her head back, and breathed rapidly, desperately trying to suppress the sound so the teacher next door wouldn't hear.
A passionate Her hands unconsciously wrapped around my neck, pressing my head tightly against
her breasts. My face was buried in her flesh, almost suffocating.
After a long while, Teacher Qiuping reluctantly released her hands, stroking my chest, her legs wrapped around me
.
My hands unconsciously reached for her long, slender, white legs. When my fingers passed through her lower abdomen and reached
the slit in her underwear, her body trembled, her face turned even redder, and
a strange . Shyly, I curled my legs up. Feeling strange, I looked down at the teacher's
thighs towards her panties and was immediately stunned. There was a wet patch in the middle of her pure white panties,
a wet streak about the length of my middle finger, even more noticeable in the candlelight, and I could vaguely see the outline of two curved mounds…
My mind went blank, filled only with a frenzied, unbridled excitement. I ripped off Teacher Qiuping's
panties , revealing a dark forest, the slit clearly open, as if water was seeping out.
I placed my hand on her vulva, inserting my middle finger into her vagina, my thumb rubbing her protruding clitoris.

"Oh…" The teacher's body arched, her hands tightly gripping my head, her buttocks
twisting from side to side. I no longer felt the awe I usually had for my teacher. I pulled down my underwear, and my now thicker and longer
penis stood erect like a large stick. Trembling and clumsy, I grasped it and tried to insert it into her
vagina .
"Ah…" Teacher Qiuping moaned softly, but my penis didn't go in. It was the first time I'd taken the initiative to
put my penis inside a woman's vagina, and I was so excited I felt disoriented.
Teacher Qiuping's vagina, like a small mouth waiting to be fed, beckoned to my penis. Seeing that I couldn't get in,
she had to guide it with her hand. Inch by inch, my penis was fully inside her vagina,
and our abdomens pressed tightly together. "Ah…" Teacher Qiuping let out a sharp scream.
Suddenly she reached out and pulled the curtains of the bedside window shut.
Then, she thrust her body upwards forcefully, her buttocks moving rapidly up and down, her warm lips and tongue kissing me
frantically , licking my face, nose, and eyebrows. This excited me even more. My penis, like a wound-up machine,
rapidly moved in and out of Teacher Qiuping's opening, the glans rubbing hard against the vaginal walls. When I pulled out, my entire penis was completely
withdrawn ; when I thrust in, it was completely inside, reaching the very tip with every thrust.
"Tianyu... good Xiaoyu... ahh... Teacher can't take it anymore... just fuck me to death... fuck me
harder... oh... my precious son... good son... fuck Mommy to death..."
Seeing the usually dignified and authoritative political teacher now moaning with ecstasy, I sped
up . "Slap, slap, slap," the sounds of flesh colliding grew increasingly rapid. Teacher Qiuping completely lost control
, wildly shaking her head, her buttocks heaving, perfectly matching my thrusts.
I don't know how long this frenzy lasted, but suddenly Teacher Qiuping's body stiffened abruptly, then
trembled , her vagina contracting and writhing intensely. At the same time, she could no longer control herself and cried out loudly,
repeatedly calling me her good son.
Two long, slender legs tightly wrapped around my buttocks, desperately entwining and squeezing, as if trying to stuff my
entire body into her vagina.
"Ah...oh...good Xiaoyu...good son...faster...harder...faster...don't stop,
thrust harder..."
Suddenly, there was a "bang, bang, bang" knocking on the door. "Who...who is it?"
the politics teacher, still enjoying her orgasm, asked in an uncontrollable trembling voice.
"Teacher Li, are you feeling unwell? I think I heard you moaning. Do you want me
to go with you to see a doctor?" It was our English teacher, Ma Sumiao, at the door.
Hearing the English teacher's question, I was so frightened that I dared not move, not even daring to breathe.
"Teacher Ma...it's nothing...I...I just have a bit of a stomachache...a little hot water will do...oh,
you should go back and rest." Teacher Qiuping, still in the throes of orgasm from what I had brought her to, was talking to the English teacher while her buttocks
were still thrusting upwards.
"Oh, it's good that you're alright. Then I'll go back. Call me if you need anything." Teacher Ma said and left.
"Coward, why didn't you even breathe just now? But it was so dangerous. I hope she believes I'm
sick. You made her climax just now, her voice was trembling and she couldn't speak coherently."
Hearing Teacher Qiuping say this, I suddenly felt a sense of pride, feeling really amazing that
I could make such a dignified and strict political teacher become so crazy and lewd. Thinking of this, I
could no longer restrain myself, and I grabbed the teacher's buttocks and started thrusting hard again. "Ah...oh..." Teacher Qiuping
couldn't help but moan again, and she glanced frantically out the window and quickly grabbed her underwear to cover her mouth.
My penis and Teacher Qiuping's vagina rubbed tightly together, releasing that kind of pleasure
and stimulation like mother and son intercourse. I could no longer control my body, just thrusting in and out mechanically at high speed, accompanied by heavy
breathing , my thick penis thrusting harder and harder with each stroke.
Ms. Qiuping's vaginal fluids flowed more and more,
soaking . Her fair thighs instinctively hooked around my waist, pressing tightly against me as she thrust upwards frantically.
"Ah...oh...God...Teacher can't take it anymore...Mommy's going to feel so good...Good son, you
're fucking Mommy to death...My big cock is so hard...ah...faster, faster...harder...more
force...ah..."
With my final, almost frantic thrust, my thick glans pressed deeply against her cervix. My whole
body went numb, a unique pleasure washing over me. Ms. Qiuping's mature body trembled as she received
my thick streams of semen.
Her legs, tightly wrapped around me, relaxed weakly. Ms. Qiuping was exhausted, collapsing limply into my
arms.
From then on, my political grades improved even more. My affair with Ms. Qiuping not only didn't affect my studies,
but actually made me more focused in class. Occasionally,
when , she would lean over my desk, pretending to explain something to me, and gently stroke my hand. If she had the chance
, she would quickly touch my penis.
It was easier for me to touch her breasts, because while she was on my desk explaining, I could
easily place my hand under her breasts and freely caress them. I could even slip my hand inside her clothes to rub
her nipples. Each time, she almost couldn't help but moan. The thrill and tension of secretly touching my teacher's
breasts is something I still can't forget.

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