Teacher Shen, the lustful goddess

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Ms. Shen is a primary school teacher in a small town near my city, less than an hour's drive away. On our first meeting, I tried to put my arm around her waist, but she refused. After dinner, we went for coffee and chatted quite well. My gentlemanly manner made it clear she was satisfied with me. Since we had just met, we didn't talk much, and the atmosphere was a little awkward, but this didn't diminish our mutual attraction and excitement at spending time together. I remember when we ran out of things to say, she asked me: "Really, what kind of guy are you?"... It was a feeling of liking me but also worrying about not being able to get me, mixed with a sense of unreality and fear of getting hurt. Later, her friend invited her to my city to pick up some photos, and of course, I readily agreed, escorting her all the way. That's how our first meeting ended. With this foundation of real-life interaction, and her positive impression of me, our conversations gradually warmed up. She started calling me by nicknames like "Big Brother Hu" and "Brother," and the distance between us lessened. Because we lived far apart, our second meeting was a week later on the weekend. By this time, our relationship was basically established. She said her best friend wanted to meet me, which is one of my strengths, so I certainly wouldn't refuse. Before the meeting, we agreed that she would hug me in front of her friend, her arms around my body, showing off our affection. Keep in mind, we had only met once before. But before the meeting that day, her best friend said she didn't want to meet anymore, saying she needed to find a boyfriend first—women's competitive nature! So it became just the two of us. After meeting, she still took my arm, bought me a drink, and snuggled against me. That's how we met for the second time; our bodies were tightly intertwined. We said we were shopping, but actually, we were both enjoying the initial ambiguity and excitement. We almost didn't want to separate. However, Ms. Shen wouldn't let me kiss her, probably because we hadn't had enough contact. That afternoon, there was a problem with the wallpaper in my new house, and the after-sales service came to repair it. She said she wanted to come with me, so I took her to the unfinished new house. During the construction, I told her that I would be living here from now on. She was both shy and excited, and although she tried her best to hide it, her excitement and happiness were still evident. After the worker left, I hugged her tightly. She clearly enjoyed it, her whole body limp against me. So I pinned her against the wall in the living room, kissing her forcefully and groping her. Ms. Shen kept saying no while weakly resisting, her voice trembling with moans. I shoved my tongue into her mouth and began sucking and swirling it forcefully, my hands roaming over her breasts, waist, and buttocks. Caught off guard, she tried to stop me with her hands, but I kept touching and grabbing her. I licked her ear, as was inevitable, and she kept saying it tickled and she didn't want it. This lasted for almost ten minutes, and gradually her resistance became just a formality; I touched almost every part of her body. Ms. Shen's breasts weren't large, but her buttocks were quite fleshy. After slowly getting used to it, she basically gave up resisting. I even lifted her skirt and, through her flesh-colored stockings, frantically ravaged her large, soft buttocks. I kept trying to reach between her legs with one hand in front and the other behind, massaging her vulva. When Ms. Shen tried to stop me from touching her breasts, I put one leg between her legs and pushed them apart, pressing my knee between her thighs and thrusting upwards towards her vulva. She was completely immersed in my assault, her eyes closed, panting, moaning and saying, "It's so itchy, don't, my skirt is wrinkled, don't touch there..." After about half an hour of passion, the usually aloof Ms. Shen was now blushing and her heart was pounding. Her hair was disheveled, and her upper body, rubbed by me, revealed her bra. Her skirt was up to her waist, and her round buttocks and long legs, encased in stockings, were completely exposed. The seam where the stockings met her panties was exciting, and her underwear was clearly visible. I had also pulled out a lot of fluid from her back. After we stopped, Ms. Shen didn't care about her image or straighten her clothes. She clung to my neck, letting me hold her shapely buttocks with both hands, looking at me affectionately, and said coquettishly, "You're so annoying." We met again a week later on the second night of the National Day holiday. I drove an hour to her house at nine o'clock that night. Ms. Shen's house was in the suburbs of the county, with no streetlights and few people passing by. It was already quite cold that night. After she came downstairs in her pajamas, we made love in the back seat. Having had our first intimate contact, there were no more inhibitions. Ms. Shen took the initiative to throw herself into my arms and lean against me. I deliberately said that I would lose control if she did this. Obviously, Ms. Shen had fallen for me and gradually become dependent on me. She insisted on holding me and told me that I had to control myself. Since that was the case, how could I let her go? I put my hands inside her pajamas, and her breasts, which weren't wearing a bra, were ruthlessly rubbed. As the rhythm became increasingly uncontrollable, I directly reached my hand into Ms. Shen's vagina and inserted my fingers. "Ouch!" With Ms. Shen's cry, I stopped. I was puzzled; there was plenty of lubrication, so why did it hurt? Then I thought of asking, "Are you a virgin?" I was quite surprised to receive an affirmative answer. It turned out that although Ms. Shen had dated for two years in college, she had never lost her virginity. I instantly felt that Ms. Shen was incredibly precious, and I hugged her tightly. A series of sweet words and intimate whispers slowly rekindled our passion. I tried to take off Ms. Shen's pajamas, and she didn't resist, letting her lower body be naked in front of me. Just as I was about to enter, she said to be gentle, afraid of hurting me. With slow insertion, I felt my glans being tightly enveloped by her vaginal opening. The rhythm seemed to be entirely controlled by Ms. Shen; she could stop when she wanted, or go very slow when she wanted, until my glans was fully inside and tightly enveloped. Ms. Shen let out a soft moan. Slowly, I began to gently thrust in and out, and Ms. Shen didn't respond with a sound of pain, but rather with rhythmic moans. After a while, probably still not used to it, and since I'm never one to only think of myself, I stopped. I wiped the virgin blood off our genitals and the back seat with paper, and we snuggled together, chatting until the early hours of the morning before I watched her go home. Our next meeting was a proper one, at a hotel. It was a Thursday, and we agreed to meet in the county town in the middle of the city. She arrived first and waited for me in the room I had booked. Although she had been with me before, Ms. Shen was still very shy, and she was hesitant to undress, as if she had never lost her virginity. But the result was the same: after we were naked, we kissed and caressed each other, and the foreplay slowly melted her heart. Once everything was ready, my penis, dripping with her juices, began to thrust. Thinking of her beautiful figure, her delicate skin, and the serious teacher on the podium, with her thighs spread wide and her newly deflowered vagina full of juices, I couldn't control myself and thrust hard every time. Deeper into the room. Ms. Shen had clearly been intimate with her ex-boyfriend; although she hadn't lost her virginity, her body still felt an involuntary urge. With vigorous thrusting, her moans became uncontrollable, filling the room with the smell of her fluids, echoing with unrestrained groans. During a short break, I casually touched Ms. Shen's vulva; it wasn't dry, but rather sticky and wet. Ms. Shen said it was all my fault, that holding her made me want it. Later, Ms. Shen even volunteered to be on top, asking me to enter from behind, changing positions as she was fucked. She must have been really looking forward to having sex with a man, and now that she had a boyfriend, she wanted to try it out more. My relationship with Teacher Shen lasted for over three months. We met up two or three times a week, and I successfully turned her from a virgin into a slut. When we went shopping together, she would go without underwear under her stockings, or wear a thong and a short skirt with me. Every time we did this, she would hold me tightly, saying she felt scared and shy, but it was too exciting! She felt her vagina was wet all day. Sometimes, while we were shopping, I couldn't resist and would have sex with her in the car. Because of Teacher Shen's lewd nature, I always fucked her very hard when I entered her from behind, really fucking her to death. Every time, I would pull out completely and then insert it completely again, watching Teacher Shen's virgin vagina being completely stretched open and then gradually unable to close, leaving a finger-sized vulva, which would then be completely stretched open again by my big cock, over and over again. I considered my relationship with Teacher Shen to be one of my proudest achievements. I successfully transformed a pure, lovely, and voluptuous teacher into a lewd woman with a horny mind, prone to spontaneous arousal. In three months, we explored almost every option and position, trying everything I could find in adult videos, except for using any sex toys, because I wasn't really into them. Due to the long distance, we eventually broke up. Thinking about how I hadn't lost my virginity to my female teacher during our two-year university relationship, and how I not only quickly took her virginity but also "trained" her like this, it was incredibly exciting. Every time I recall the various lewd things we did together—the unrestrained swearing, the promiscuous braless acts in the street, getting her soaking wet with her best friend, making her go without underwear during class… I can't forget any of it. [The End]

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