Beautiful girl's lewd confession

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My first time happened shortly after starting middle school, given to my first boyfriend: my homeroom teacher.

It wasn't until after we broke up that I realized he didn't actually love me; he was just infatuated with my incredibly beautiful face, slender figure, flawless skin, and my tender, tight little hole.

Although I became a woman quite early, I didn't like wearing shortened skirts to attract attention. In my classmates' eyes, I was a very, very pretty, well-behaved, hardworking, and academically excellent student.

However, my school uniform skirt was indeed quite short, probably ten centimeters above the knee, much shorter than the average good student's.

But that was because I had a slim waist and long legs; I didn't intentionally shorten my skirt. Because my grades were consistently among the top, the discipline master and others never bothered me; instead, they often leered at me, taking the opportunity to pat my shoulder and butt.

I had many suitors—from within the school, outside the school, tutoring centers, high school boys, and even two other male teachers.

The feeling of being the center of attention was certainly wonderful, but back then I thought I loved my professor so much that I was indifferent to other guys. My girlfriends even gave me the nickname "Ice Cube"... They had no idea that I had already been melted by my professor... My professor's sexual skills were terrible; in three years of dating, he had never given me an orgasm. However, I quite liked the feeling of him penetrating me. Although it was painful and uncomfortable, it symbolized that we were truly one, making me feel both pain and pleasure, and I felt so happy, so very happy... My vagina was very sensitive and easily became wet; just touching and scratching would soak my safety shorts.

My professor said that was squirting, and I foolishly believed him, only to later learn that it was far from ejaculation... I got into the top-ranked girls' high school in the country, and commuting would take four hours every day, so I moved in with my aunt. Being in different places and not having the chance to sleep together, I accidentally discovered my professor's evil true nature. The day we broke up, I hid under the covers and cried for a long, long time. My aunt and uncle were terrified, so I forced a smile and said I missed home, my parents, and my friends.

My aunt and uncle were both very kind to me, especially my uncle, who treated me like his own daughter, neglecting his newborn son.

With the warm care of my elders, I gradually emerged from the shadow of heartbreak. The pressure of schoolwork also kept me from thinking too much; every day was just classes, exams, and tutoring. I threw away all the love letters and gifts from male teachers and boys in tutoring classes.

Suddenly, I was selected for the marching band. Because of the band practice, I often had to wear a very, very short altered uniform skirt. Of course, we had to wear normal length skirts when entering and leaving the school, but although the air conditioning in the tutoring center was strong, it was still stuffy, so everyone in our marching band liked to wear miniskirts.

My waist is very slim, and the uniform skirt was already shorter than my classmates'. But since all my girlfriends were wearing miniskirts, it would seem too out of place if I didn't—I guess it was a kind of peer pressure?

Once, during tutoring, I placed a paper bag in front of the air conditioner, and the dripping water soaked my knee-length skirt. I had to wear a miniskirt to my aunt's house. My aunt was away on a business trip that day, and my cousin was at his grandmother's house. My uncle, taking advantage of my aunt's absence, secretly drank and vomited. I helped him to the master bedroom, where he raped me.

The next day, he knelt before me, begging for forgiveness, saying he had never had an affair, and although he had always had sexual fantasies about me, he had never dared to touch me inappropriately. My aunt and uncle had a very good relationship, and although I was angry, I didn't want to upset my aunt, and I couldn't bear to see him kneeling there, so I reluctantly said I forgave him.

I've heard that people who have been raped don't want to wear skirts anymore, but even our school's winter uniforms are skirts, so I don't have any intention of not wearing skirts. Although the marching band's skirts are short, they actually wear underwear and leggings during performances, more than they did the day I was raped. I'd already been chosen as the next team leader, and I have a great relationship with my girlfriends, so I had no intention of leaving the marching band.

I only had sex once during my three years of high school. Sex has always been uncomfortable for me, whether with my professor or my uncle. In my first two years of college, I was a true "ice cube," unmoved by a ton of suitors.

In my third year, I started dating a young professor from another department because I felt he was the only suitor who wasn't just after sex.

Soon after we started dating, he openly admitted to being a very promiscuous woman with extensive sexual experience. However, he said his thinking had changed with age, and he wanted to find a decent woman to marry.

His technique was really good; I squirted during our first time having sex. I never knew I could produce so much fluid, and it was the first time I'd ever experienced the pleasure of sex. He was incredibly skilled; he could often bring me to orgasm and make me pass out… He also semi-forced me to watch porn and read erotic literature with him, and taught me oral sex and various positions, making me incredibly embarrassed… After two years of dating, under his tutelage, I gradually became accustomed to sexy, revealing clothing, and my swimsuits were all replaced with bikinis or low-cut, backless styles with high slits. All the new dresses in my wardrobe were shorter than my marching uniform, and he never allowed me to wear safety shorts; I could only wear the sexiest and most alluring bras and panties.

I completely overcame the fear of being raped, and even wore tight tops and pleated mini-skirts to family gatherings, letting my uncle admire me. I was full of confidence; I knew that being raped wasn't my fault, but my uncle's.

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