Newly graduated primary school teacher

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My ex and I were in a long-distance relationship. One day, a friend saw him walking hand-in-hand with another girl. We had a huge fight on the phone, and I was ready to break up. But he kept pestering me, and I eventually softened. At his insistence, I finally returned from Guangdong at the age of 23 after finishing my studies. But I couldn't stay idle, so through his introduction, I went to teach at a rural elementary school about 30 kilometers from my home. Because of his connections (my ex was a middle school teacher), I was given special treatment and became a first-grade homeroom teacher.

After the start of the school year, one parent was the first in the class to give me a gift. Most parents of first-grade students are young, but this man was quite burly and had a certain masculine charm. At the time, I didn't think much of it. He frequently brought gifts, and often on Fridays when he picked up his child, he would deliberately ask if I was going home and offer to take me with him. But I was always cautious, knowing I had a fiancé. One time, he said he was out of town and couldn't come back in time, and his son had no one to look after him, so he asked me to help him take care of him. I helped him with his homework and other things until after 8 pm before he came to pick him up. Our school has a lot of tall plane trees, a typical rural school with a group of older teachers and few young ones. It's very quiet at night. When he came, I was still in the classroom. He deliberately carried a bag to my door, so I had to go over. Just as he was handing me the bag, he deliberately touched my hand and looked at me. My face turned red instantly, and I quickly walked away. Afterwards, I knew very well that this person had feelings for me, or you could say he had ulterior motives. I was so naive back then! My ex, a man, really didn't understand relationships between men and women and had no experience. During our later interactions, he kept making small moves, staring at my chest and touching me from time to time... But he never said anything. I don't know why, but I didn't really show any resistance. First, I had never experienced it before and was a little curious. Second, I still had some resentment towards my ex at the time. Third, most women would enjoy a man's admiration. One weekend, I was waiting for a taxi on the side of the road after returning to school from home. He happened to be driving by and was also returning to the countryside from the city. He offered to give me a ride. In the car, he started saying a lot of ambiguous things. At that time, being open with language was a huge ripple. When I arrived at school, all the teachers were asleep. I was the only student in my row of classrooms. After getting off the bus, I went straight into my room, but he didn't leave. He followed me in. I sensed something was wrong and tried to stop him, but he was already inside. I quickly tried to turn on the light, but he grabbed me and hugged me tightly. I was terrified. He was so excited, trying to kiss me while hugging me and saying things like how much he liked me. I tried to push him away, but I couldn't. I struggled to find the light switch, but I couldn't find it. At that moment, I was just scared. I had never thought about sleeping with another man. Finally, I realized that struggling was futile, so I stopped moving. He thought I had accepted it, that I was just pretending to refuse, and then he lowered his head to kiss me. I bit his tongue hard, which was trying to get into my mouth. He cried out in pain and then let go of me. I angrily said, "If you move again, I'll scream!" He then realized what had happened, let go of me, and hurriedly apologized. I kicked him out and immediately closed the door. After he left, he kept sending me messages apologizing, followed by a lot of sweet talk typical of those who flirt with girls. To be honest, after he left, I wasn't particularly disgusted by his actions. On the contrary, I had a feeling I'd never experienced before, completely different from my ex… After he left that night, he kept sending me messages. I replied when I had time, and didn't reply when I didn't, but he persisted. Over time, I slowly started to think that it wasn't bad to have someone care about me every day. I hate the kind of behavior where a man flirts with women without love. During those lukewarm days, he was always quite sincere and didn't seem to have any ulterior motives. Gradually, I started to respond to some of his actions.

Until one day, he finally couldn't hold back… That night, I was listening to music with headphones on in my school dormitory when he suddenly texted me saying he missed me and wanted to come see me. I refused. Who knew that half an hour later, he actually did it, standing at the door texting me to open it, or he would knock on the door. Our school was too quiet at night. I hesitated for a moment, then opened the door without turning on the light, afraid someone would see me. Maybe I was also a little nervous. Before I could even fully open the door, he rushed in, closed it behind him, and started kissing me. I was lying in bed wearing a nightgown. His hands were incredibly restless, first on my waist, then slowly moving upwards... His wildness and passion were what I had always longed for. I felt my reason telling me to refuse, but my body was accepting this new feeling. I tried to push him away, but I didn't really want to push him away completely. He probably knew what I was thinking, ignoring my refusal and resistance, but I was still resisting. Perhaps this resistance stimulated him too. He knew I wouldn't dare to make a sound, so he picked me up and placed me on my lesson preparation table, lifted my skirt, spread my legs, and buried his head between my legs—you know what I mean. I was so ashamed at that moment. This kind of action was way too explicit for me. I tried to push his head away, but I was no match for his strong body. He grabbed my hand with one hand, preventing me from moving, and with the other hand, he moved from my chest to my lower abdomen, and then to between my thighs, licking my vulva while inserting his fingers inside. I was still resisting, but the physical stimulation was making me a little dizzy. I started making sounds and twisting my hips. He became even more excited, his masculine urges on full display. Slowly, even though I was resisting... I resisted, but my body betrayed me; I started getting very wet down there. He stood up, pulled me close, and turned my back to him. One hand pulled down his pants, the other pressed against my buttocks. Before I could react, something thick and hard was inside me. I heard his heavy breathing; his hands were burning hot, kneading my breasts. Instinctively, I braced myself on the table, my buttocks probably sticking out involuntarily. But at that moment, I was struggling internally: this was only the second man I'd actually slept with, and it was after I already had a boyfriend. I felt ashamed and humiliated, but my body was experiencing immense pleasure.

My desk faced the window; the streetlights outside weren't bright, but they were enough to see our actions clearly. The scene was stimulating, like both an affair and rape. His movements became increasingly violent. Just as I was about to reciprocate his intense thrusting, my reason told me I should refuse, but I would struggle and resist. This repeated itself, which only excited him more and made him more violent. I gritted my teeth to keep myself from making a sound. He was strong and healthy, and it was easy for him to have sex with a young girl like me. He didn't ejaculate even with his intense thrusting, unlike my ex who was gentler and ejaculated earlier. However, his penis wasn't as big as my ex's, and it hurt me a lot. This size and this method were a feeling I had never experienced before.

He stood there and did it from behind for a while. He was probably worried that I was tired, so he pulled me to face him and made me sit on the desk. He stood on tiptoe and penetrated me from the front, tearing off my clothes completely. The moonlight shone on me, and I could see my high breasts shaking violently with his movements, as well as his strong body. He began kissing me passionately, from my face to my neck, my chest. Hearing my moans, whether soft gasps, groans, or resistance, he pulled me close, thrusting into me hard. Then he lifted me up, draping me over himself as he fucked me. I almost screamed; it was the first time I'd ever known sex could be like this. Just as I was about to cry out, someone passed by outside and made a sound. He quickly stopped, carrying me slowly to the bed. He roughly threw me onto the bed, then pulled down his pants completely, slowly approaching me. At that moment, I was perhaps shy, perhaps expectant, perhaps even wanting to refuse. In any case, there was no time to think. Without restraint, he fucked me more freely, changing positions, leaving me no time to think. I could only moan softly. The bed was a mess, the sheets were wet, and then, finally, he ejaculated… At the moment of ejaculation, he painfully withdrew his large member, a large gush of hot fluid shooting onto my pubic hair and clitoris. Above my stomach, we didn't say a word. I ignored him, and he didn't speak either. He got off me, lay down beside me, and hugged me. I turned away, but he still hugged me. At that moment, I didn't know what I felt. I was young then, and he probably felt his actions were too rough. While hugging me, he said things like, "It's just that I'm too charming for him to control," and that he panicked because I ignored him... At that moment, he was saying sweet nothings, and we were both naked. Then, he got hard again. Slowly, his breathing became heavier. He turned me around, his hands touching my body, kissing me, and his fingers slowly slid into my vagina, moving incessantly inside. This time, I didn't refuse. I responded to him, my body instinctively cooperating. He was gentler than before, but still powerful, which I liked. And so, we did it a second time. Later, we went to a hotel and did it again. After that, I wanted to settle down with my ex and didn't want to see him anymore. But he contacted me many times, and I never responded. He disappeared for the past few years.

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