My teacher

Every time I see adult literature about teachers and students, I feel uncomfortable. Although I know some of it is just a boy's sexual fantasy about his teacher, it always brings back memories. Because my first time was with a female teacher, and that experience was the most dramatic part of my life.
Sometimes, I think of her at night. When I have sex with other women, I often fantasize that I'm penetrating her vagina, not very tight, but very slippery. I'm rubbing her clitoris, kissing her slightly drooping, but soft and warm breasts. It's real.
I first met her in my first year of university. She was my class teacher. She introduced herself as someone who used to be a dancer, but later injured her leg and came to university.
My first impression was her whiteness, the kind of white skin with visible veins that southern women have; then there was her well-proportioned figure. She was a little shy, which was quite strange, considering she was a married woman. Later I realized that if a married woman is shy, it means her husband hasn't "opened up" her yet. She was almost thirty, with a slim waist and slender legs, which made her breasts and buttocks appear particularly prominent. Ironically, the first night I saw her, I dreamt about her and had a wet dream, getting semen all over the bedding.
She seemed to pay extra attention to me; later she told me that she was attracted to my athletic physique, and also because I kept staring at her.
The first opportunity came suddenly. We went on a spring outing and swam in a reservoir. I got tired after swimming for a while and returned to the woods where I had left my clothes. Suddenly, I heard a noise behind a large rock. I went over and was stunned to see her. She was changing clothes, wrapped in a towel. When she saw me, she seemed flustered, and somehow, her clothes fell down. To be honest, I didn't see anything clearly, only a white blob, two red spots on her chest, and some dark skin between her legs. I quickly turned away. She didn't scream or move.
That night at dinner, I was quite scared. But when she saw me, she acted as if nothing had happened, even asking if I was tired from swimming.
Back at school, the photos from our trip were developed, and everyone gathered around to look at them. I arrived late and stood at the very back of the crowd; she arrived later too, squeezing in to look. Suddenly, I felt two warm, soft things pressing against my back, moving back and forth. At first, I didn't realize what they were, but when I turned around, I realized they were her breasts. But she continued talking as if nothing had happened, still pressed against me. I started to understand.
Our first contact was after a fight we had over soccer. She asked me to meet her in the department office that evening. When I got there, she was alone. She locked the door, then suddenly hit me, saying, "You immature child! You got into a fight; if you hurt yourself, how heartbroken others would be!" She started crying.
I understood, so I hugged her and couldn't resist kissing her. And that's how we ended up kissing, all in a daze. Her tongue was small and pointed, cool to the touch. We kissed for a while, and my penis started to get hard. But I'd never been with a woman before, and I didn't know what to do, so I kept kissing until my tongue almost hurt.
Suddenly, she pushed me away, sighed, and said, "Why are we like this? We're teacher and student! I know you like me, and I like you too. But our relationship can only be limited to above the neck."
I asked, "What do you mean above the neck?"
She blushed and said, "It means we can't touch below the head."
I suddenly realized, so I hugged her and touched her breasts. She sighed and said, "Gently."
It was the first time I'd ever kissed a woman's breasts. She'd breastfed before; they were a little saggy, but the skin was very soft, and the blue veins were visible. I sucked hard on her nipple, and she gradually became unable to stand. She said, "Let's go to the stool!" She hummed with her eyes closed.
I kept licking, but I still didn't know what to do. After a while, she woke up, glared at me, and said, "We can only go this far. I can't betray my husband."
Suddenly, I became bolder and teased her, "Your daughter kissed your breasts too, so it doesn't count as betraying him, right?"
She was stunned, then said, "Then you can't touch my lower body, that's my husband's." This reminded me again, and I started touching her legs.
Her legs were extremely beautiful. I just touched her legs, and she trembled as if she had a cramp, then said in a trembling voice, "Don't touch there."
I then remembered that I had secretly read medical books and always wanted to know what a beautiful woman's body looked like. At this moment, I tried to pull down her underwear, but she resisted fiercely. When I touched the wetness between her legs, she pulled her panties up again. Just then, I couldn't hold back and ejaculated inside my pants.
I was both annoyed and ashamed, and sat down to the side. She looked at me and suddenly seemed uncomfortable too. She said to me, "How about I let you touch me?"
She hesitated, leaning back and pulling down her panties, but still keeping her legs together. She didn't have much pubic hair, and it was light in color. I reached out and touched between her legs; to be honest, it was incredibly wet, and I could feel the slipperiness. She started moaning again and trembling. But I still didn't know what to do.
She struggled and said, "Only touch with your hand! You can't go in."
At that moment, my penis suddenly became hard, so I climbed onto her body, wanting to penetrate her. She struggled fiercely, saying, "Touching isn't so bad for my husband, but you can't go inside."
After a few minutes of struggle, she finally slipped and spread her legs. To be honest, I didn't know her exact location, but firstly, it was incredibly slippery there; secondly, she had given birth before, so I thrust into her vagina immediately, and we both froze.
She cried again, but quickly clung to me tightly. Her vagina wasn't very tight, but it was extremely slippery and wet. I didn't really know how to thrust, so I just kept pushing.
Slowly, she laughed and said mischievously, "You're such a child, move a little!" Only then did I start thrusting.
I remember it was very late then, and the office building was quiet; I could hear the "plop plop" sound of my penis going in and out of her vagina. Because I had just ejaculated, I thrust hard, and it took me a long time to ejaculate. Just before I was about to ejaculate, I remembered what we'd learned about pregnancy in sex education class. I tried to pull out, but she held me tightly and said, "It's okay, I have an IUD. You can ejaculate all you want inside!"
Later, I developed a habit of not using condoms with women, really, because of that. I felt that using a condom was like masturbation; I just liked to get my penis wet, take off my pants, and insert it.
Back then, I was young and strong, and I'm not bragging, I got hard immediately, and then we'd go at it. The more we went at it, the more numb I felt down there, it just never ended. Later, she said, "I can't take it anymore, we have to go home," and pushed me away. That's when we realized that her vaginal fluid and my semen had smeared a large patch on the sofa, and even her buttocks were wet. We hurriedly looked for tissues to wipe it off.
We hugged each other, and she looked like a little girl. She told me that her husband's penis wasn't very good; it was never fully erect, always only half-erect, and he'd ejaculate after a few thrusts. The day she met me, I don't know why, she got wet down there. I told her I had a wet dream the night before, and we both laughed.
We started doing it whenever we had the chance, like in the school library. She had an IUD, so it was easy; I just had to pull down her underwear and I'd start. I was really crazy back then; my mind was completely blank, all I could think about was her red...

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