Teacher, love me

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In my senior year of high school, a new English teacher joined our class. She was Malaysian, twenty-four years old,
with a stunning figure and beautiful face.

The bell rang, and the teacher walked in through the front door.
She wore a snow-white jumpsuit, a narrow black leather belt around her waist, and beneath the short skirt, her long legs were encased in white silk stockings
and white high heels with black soles. She walked with measured steps to the podium.

"Where's the class monitor?" she asked softly.

It turned out the class monitor was so mesmerized that she forgot to give the commands. Hearing the teacher's question, she snapped out of her daze and
gave the commands: "Stand up, salute!" Only after everyone greeted her in their most energetic voices, "Hello, teacher!" did she give the command to sit down.

The teacher smiled knowingly and said, "Hello, everyone is very energetic, that's good."

I mischievously said, "Only the teacher is like that!"

The teacher lowered her head (because our guava class teacher had moved the naughtiest students to the front row, and I was one of them
, so she had to lower her head to speak) and feigned anger, laughing, "You must be the naughtiest one in the class."

Before I could speak, the other students chimed in, "That's right, it's him." "The teacher is amazing,
she guessed right." "Ha! Yes, yes, yes." "That's right, that's right."

I could only put on an innocent expression, thinking, "Ah! I'm ruined, I

'm ruined." The teacher didn't say anything, still smiling. Then she slowly turned around, picked up the chalk, and wrote
her name on the blackboard: "Li Lihua."

From then on, whenever there was English class, the students became very energetic, while I maintained my usual
"naughty" attitude.

This day, I finally looked forward to English class again, and seeing the teacher's slender figure walk in, I felt a surge of
excitement. She was wearing a pink outfit today, with a low-cut top featuring a white lace collar and a
thin, shiny yellow leather belt. She wore a short skirt, and flesh-colored stockings that made her legs look flawless. She wore
white lace-up high heels, showcasing her long, slender toes.

I was sketching her poses in my textbook, completely ignoring the lesson. Because the first-
row desk was right next to the teacher's podium, I could clearly see her beautiful legs.

"Zheng Qingming!"

I was startled by her sudden voice, glancing up at her, forgetting to stand up.

She was looking down at my textbook, and I hurriedly covered it with my hand. I thought she would be angry, but she
said in a gentle and approving tone, "Don't just focus on drawing; you have to attend class too." I smiled sheepishly
.

In the last thirty minutes of the second period, the teacher handed out the test papers, saying, "This chapter is finished. Let's test
how much you actually understand." After handing out the papers, she moved a chair over and sat directly in front of me, crossing her legs as she looked at her
book.

I thought to myself, "Wow! Seriously, how am I supposed to take the test like this?" I wasn't concentrating on the test at all; my eyes were
glued to the teacher's legs, hoping to catch a glimpse under her skirt when she switched legs.

Sure enough, she switched legs, her posture so beautiful, so slow, giving me ample
time to see between her legs. Those flesh-colored stockings covering her white panties were so mysterious. Suddenly,
I thought, "Why is she moving so slowly?" I looked up at the teacher and was shocked to find her looking at me. She
quickly lowered her head to look at her book, her face showing a shy and flustered expression.

Upon seeing the book's title, I was astonished: "Wow! 'The Lewd Teacher's Diary,' a pornographic novel!
Could it be…?"

The teacher slowly stood up and said, "Two minutes left to collect the papers." She casually placed the pornographic novel
under her textbook.

I, relying on my "best in the class" English skills, quickly finished the test. Just as I finished, the teacher
called for everyone to stop writing, and the bell rang for the end of class. The students hurriedly handed in their papers because school was about to end. (We
were supposed to continue until 10 PM.) After the class monitor called the dismissal command, everyone quickly grabbed their bags and left the classroom.

I, however, was still filled with mixed emotions, having just glimpsed the teacher's private life. I heard the teacher call me, "Zheng
Qingming, bring the exam papers to the office for me."

I replied, "Okay."

I brought the exam papers to the office and was about to leave when the teacher suddenly said, "Won't you get
scolded for going home too late?"

I hesitated for a moment and said, "No."

The teacher then asked me, "Then... shall we chat?"

I happily replied, "Sure." Of course, chatting with such a beautiful girl would be wonderful.

The teacher drove me to a bubble tea shop, and we found a corner seat. She asked me
, "You're not young anymore, are you?"

I replied, "I... I'm twenty."

She then asked, "Why are you still in high school? You seem quite smart."

I smiled and said, "I went to a five-year vocational college before, but I failed because I loved clubs. To get a diploma,
I just randomly chose a high school near home."

The teacher seemed to understand and said, "Oh, I see... Hey! You're quite good at drawing
."

I smiled shyly and said, "It's just a hobby."

The teacher hesitated for a moment, then said, "Can I borrow your drawings?"

I took out my English textbook and handed it to her. She flipped through a few pages and asked, "Could you draw a few more for me
?"

I happily replied, "Of course!" and took a pen from my bag.

The teacher returned the textbook to me, saying, "Don't draw here. Draw at my house later." After saying that,
she made a questioning "Hmm?" expression.

Of course, I agreed without hesitation. I felt something good was about to happen, and I was certain of one
thing: I'd get a real scolding from "Ah Pao" tomorrow, because we were going to "Eighteen Princes" that evening.

When we arrived at the teacher's house, I saw a well-arranged, elegantly furnished living room. The teacher said, "Please have a seat.
I'm going to take a shower. There's food and drinks in the fridge; help yourself, don't be shy."

I smiled and said, "No, teacher, you go ahead with your work."

I watched her go into the room, and soon after, the melodious English song "Yesterday One
Smoore" came on; I guessed she had played it.

After the teacher went into the bathroom, I tried to suppress my urge to peep, but as soon as I heard the sound of running water, my
curiosity led me to the bathroom door. I slowly lowered my head, my eyes peering through the vent in the door
. I saw a passionately naked body, her skin an alluring light brown, glistening from the water
. The delicate lines of her back exuded a captivating allure, and her round, playful buttocks
undulated joyfully with her movements.

My mouth was watering at the sight, and my manhood swelled to its limit from the spectacle before me. My mind
screamed, "Let me die!"

Just then, the teacher bent down to squeeze out shower gel, her buttocks sticking up high, her private area clearly
displayed before my eyes. A sudden wave of dizziness washed over me. I thought, "This can't be real.
Even Perrin (my girlfriend) isn't this alluring!" Little did I know, this feeling was amplified by the thrill of voyeurism
.

Suddenly, a voice rang out: "You…how could you…"

I snapped back to reality and saw the teacher squatting down, watching me. Startled, I slumped to the bathroom doorway and hurriedly
returned to the living room sofa, my mind racing: "It's over, it's over…what…what do I do?
How am I going to face her in class…?" Then I thought, "I'd better go home." Without another word, I grabbed my bag and headed out.

"Zheng Qingming, where are you…?" The teacher's voice behind me stopped me in my tracks.

I didn't dare turn around to look at her, remaining motionless.

The teacher walked over and said, "You haven't helped me draw yet?"

I hesitated for a moment, not detecting any anger in her tone. I slowly turned around, bowing my head, and
said, "I'm...sorry, I..."

The teacher walked over, placed her hands on my shoulders, and smiled, saying, "I'm not angry. You like me...
I'm so happy."

I could hardly believe my ears, but I still didn't dare look up at her, only staring at her
legs peeking out from under her bathrobe.

I saw her walk to the sofa and sit down, sighing, "Ah! Actually, I'm...very lonely inside
."

A voice suddenly rose in my mind: "I'll comfort you." But I couldn't say it aloud.

The teacher slowly said, "Do I...have I to make it so...clear?"

I looked up at her; she was also looking at me with a questioning gaze.

I boldly grabbed my teacher and hugged her tightly. She let out a soft "Mmm!" Then, abandoning my inhibitions, I used my skilled
kissing technique to kiss her moist, full lips. Our tongues intertwined,
sucking on each other.

She pushed me onto the sofa and quickly pulled down my pants. As she pulled down my underwear, my penis
sprang out with a thud. She exclaimed, "So thick and big..." Then, without hesitation, she took my
penis into her mouth, stimulating the glans with her tongue and moving her mouth up and down like a vagina. Her
cheeks were slightly sunken from the force of her sucking.

After a while, the teacher spat out my penis and said to me, "Was it okay? I learned it from watching porn, I don't know if it's
right?"

I laughed and said, "It felt great, very good!"

Then the teacher pulled me into her room and said, "I... I've never done this before, you... you have to teach me."

I said, "No problem, teacher, don't worry."

The teacher thought for a moment and then said, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

I said, "We broke up a long time ago." But in my heart I thought, "Pelen is in Keelung, she probably doesn't know!"

The teacher smiled charmingly at me and said, "That's good, I..." She sat down on the edge of the bed.

I thought, "Why say such things that ruin the mood?" I sat down next to her, hugged the teacher, and said,
"Teacher, you're so beautiful."

The teacher looked up at me and smiled shyly, saying, "I don't know if I should... Anyway, I feel
so conflicted..."

Before she could finish speaking, I sealed her lips with mine, slowly helped her down with both hands, and removed her
last line of defense. My right hand hooked around her neck, while my left hand began to caress her breasts, stimulating
the inside of her earlobe with the tip of my tongue.

The teacher's breathing grew heavier with my teasing. My left hand moved downwards, touching her curly
pubic hair, until it reached her vulva, where it became difficult to go any further. Because the teacher was so nervous, and it was her first time with
a man, her legs were tightly clamped together. I used my left knee to pry open her legs, finally reaching her already overflowing
vulva.

I couldn't hold back any longer. I took off my clothes, pressed the teacher's legs against her breasts, and, with my right hand
, guided my penis, slowly inserted it into her opening. However, because her vulva had never been touched before, it was difficult to penetrate
. I slowly entered, and even with only the head of my penis inside, the teacher groaned several times in pain, her body shrinking upwards
in an attempt to escape.

I steeled myself and thrust in all the way. The teacher shuddered and cried out in pain, "Ah! You...
be gentle... be gentle... it hurts so much inside!"

I ignored her and continued thrusting. The intense stimulation almost made me ejaculate.

The teacher pleaded, "You... be gentle... slower... ah... ah ah... no... ah... ah...
no..." Her body kept trying to avoid me.

I said, "Okay, teacher, it will hurt at first, but soon I'll make you feel like you're in heaven..."

The teacher said, "It hurts... no more... ah... it hurts..."

I continued my piston-like movements. It was difficult at first, but after a hundred or two thrusts, the vaginal walls gradually loosened
, and the thrusting became smoother.

The teacher's cries changed from pleas to moans: "Ah! Ah! Ah!... good... ah... so comfortable
... oh... so beautiful... ah... ah! um..."

I started thrusting into her clitoris with increasing speed, making her scream louder and louder:
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh! Good...good...ah...ah...um...ah..."

I knew she was close to orgasm, so I continued thrusting, grabbing her ankles and pumping wildly. At this
point, she screamed at her peak: "Ah! Ah! I...I need to pee...ah! Ah! Ah!...I need to pee...ah! Ah! Ah!...I'm peeing...
ah! Ah!...it's coming out...ah!..."

I felt a warm flow emanating from her clitoris. As my glans was washed by that warm flow, I suddenly felt a
tingling sensation in my feet, followed by my groin, and then a gush of semen was about to shoot out. I quickly pressed against her clitoris, allowing the semen to fully enter
her uterus, letting her enjoy the afterglow of her orgasm.

I pulled out my penis, sat on the edge of the bed, and saw the teacher's lower abdomen twitching repeatedly. Her vaginal fluids, mixed
with a little semen, flowed from her opening, and the white sheet was damp with a faint red stain.

I lay down beside her and gently kissed her.

She looked at me with half-closed eyes and smiled, weakly saying, "Mmm, you were so good."

We took a bath together, and I made her climax again in the bathroom, then we fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next day, the teacher drove me to school. Needless to say, I got a scolding from Ah Pao Hai, but I didn't reveal
the reason for breaking our promise. My relationship with the teacher lasted until more than a month after I graduated.

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