Neighbor Teacher

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My Chinese teacher in my first year of high school was my neighbor, and we were very close. She often tutored me. Boys often have sexual fantasies and rebellious tendencies during puberty, and they also crave excitement. When she tutored me, I could always smell her fragrance, and then my mind would start wandering. I often dreamt of making love with her, and then I'd secretly wash my underwear in the morning. Later, I felt this was sinful and stopped asking her for help. But hormonal urges aren't so easily suppressed; the more you suppress them, the stronger the rebound. I even thought about my erotic dreams while in her class. After a while, I went out with some friends on the weekend, and we had a great time. I went home half-asleep, and no matter how much I knocked, no one answered the door; I'd completely forgotten my parents weren't home. Maybe I made too much noise, because the teacher opened the door. Seeing me, she helped me into her house. She was wearing loungewear, and as she poured me water, her breasts came into view. They say alcohol emboldens the timid, and in a moment of impulsiveness, I pounced on her. I guess the teacher was stunned at that moment, never expecting that her junior, who was also her student, would be so driven by lust. It took her a while to start resisting, but she was no match for a young man like me; she was inside me in no time. Although I'd seen a lot of porn, as a virgin, I had absolutely no experience. The feeling after entering her was truly heavenly. All the tricks I usually bragged about with my buddies were forgotten; I just knew to thrust in as hard as I could, and ejaculated quickly (maybe two minutes, maybe less). Although I ejaculated quickly the first time, thankfully I recovered quickly. Seeing the teacher's big breasts hard again, I mounted her again, completely ignoring the scratches she had left on my body. This time, I had some experience and didn't just charge in recklessly, but thrust in and out with a slightly more rhythmic motion. The teacher's cries gradually subsided, and she stopped resisting, seemingly resigned to her fate. The only sounds in the room were the squelching sounds of my thrusting and my heavy breathing. After about ten minutes, I ejaculated inside her again.

As my lust subsided, I was immediately terrified; I had actually raped my own teacher. It was only then that I noticed the teacher lying motionless on the sofa, silently weeping. A cold sweat broke out all over me; I was completely at a loss, my mind a blank. After a long while, I managed to open my mouth, but I didn't know what to say or do. Although the teacher was still lying naked, and the smell of sex still lingered in the room, the atmosphere was incredibly heavy. I gritted my teeth, rushed into the bathroom, filled the tub, and helped the teacher into the bathtub to wash her clean, then dressed her in pajamas. Then I cleaned the living room. After everything was done, I said to the teacher, "Auntie, I'll take responsibility for what I did. I'll accept whatever punishment I'm given, even if it means going to jail." I pulled on my pants and started to leave. The teacher grabbed me and slapped me several times: "Do you want everyone to know about this? If you want to take responsibility, go die! Don't drag me down with you." (Thinking back, it made sense; the old saying about widows attracting gossip isn't without reason.) In a moment of impulsiveness, I walked towards the window, which startled the teacher, who quickly grabbed me again. After a brief commotion, the teacher said to pretend it never happened and that no one should mention it. Everything would go back to normal. Although that's what she said, how could it really be considered as if nothing had happened? She just wanted to give us all a way out. What happened next far exceeded the teacher's expectations.

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