Teacher Shen, the lustful goddess

I met Ms. Shen on a dating platform. She had a dreamy, gentle gaze, flowing hair, a clean, oval face, and a slender, well-proportioned figure with a small waist and large hips. Her long legs, at 165cm, made her appear tall yet curvaceous. At our first meeting, she wore a well-fitting plaid coat, her long hair flowing, and high boots. Her fair complexion gave her an air of aloofness and quietness. Born in 1993, Ms. Shen was considered above average in appearance, but she immediately gave off an air of unapproachability. Within a meal, it became clear that this was a deliberate facade of naiveté. Honesty is the quickest way to connect with someone, and coupled with my own decent qualities and constant flattery and indirect praise, Ms. Shen quickly accepted me.

Ms. Shen lived 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 happily. My gentlemanly manner made it clear that she was quite satisfied with me. Since we had just met, we didn't talk much, and the atmosphere was a little awkward, but that didn't affect our mutual attraction and the excitement of wanting to be together. I only remember that when we were quiet, she asked me: "What kind of guy are you really?"... 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 when I found out, I naturally went along with it, escorting her all the way. That's how our first meeting ended.

With the foundation of a real-life connection, and her positive impression of me, our conversations gradually became more intimate. She started calling me by nicknames like "Big Brother Hu" and "Brother," and the distance between us decreased. 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, holding my arm in hers, showing off our affection. Keep in mind that we had only met once. But on the day of the meeting, her best friend said she didn't want to meet anymore, saying she needed to find a boyfriend before meeting again—women's competitive nature! So it became just the two of us. After we met, she still took my arm, bought me a drink, and snuggled against me. Our second meeting was like this, our bodies pressed tightly together. We said we were shopping, but we were both really enjoying the initial ambiguity and excitement. We almost didn't want to separate. But 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 fix it. She said she wanted to come with me, so I took her to the unfinished 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 to hide it, her excitement and happiness were still evident. After the workers left, I hugged her tightly. She clearly enjoyed this feeling; her whole body was limp against me. So I directly pinned her against the wall in the living room. I pressed her tightly against the wall, kissed her forcefully, and groped her. Ms. Shen kept saying no while weakly resisting, her voice filled with moans. I shoved my tongue into her mouth and began sucking and swirling it forcefully, while my hands roamed over her breasts, waist, and buttocks. Caught off guard, she tried to stop me, but I kept touching and grabbing her. I licked her ear, as was my custom, and she kept saying it tickled and told me not to. This went on for almost ten minutes, and gradually her resistance became merely a formality; I had touched almost every part of her body. Ms. Shen's breasts weren't large, but her buttocks were very fleshy. After gradually 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, constantly 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, spreading them apart, and used my knee to push upwards towards her vulva. Completely immersed in my advances, she closed her eyes, panting, moaning softly, saying it itched, no, her skirt was wrinkled, don't touch there… After about half an hour of passion, the usually aloof Ms. Shen was now flushed, her hair disheveled, her bra exposed from my caresses, her skirt pulled up to her waist, her round buttocks and long legs completely exposed, the seam of her stockings at the crotch was exciting, her panties clearly visible, and I had even teased her about how wet she was. When I finally stopped, Ms. Shen didn't care about her image, ignoring her clothes, she clung to my neck, letting me still hold her buttocks, looking at me tenderly, and saying coquettishly, "You're so naughty."

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, and after she came downstairs in her pajamas, we made love in the back seat. After our first intimate encounter, there were no more reservations. Ms. Shen proactively threw herself into my arms, leaning against me. I deliberately said that I wouldn't be able to control myself if she did this. Clearly, Ms. Shen had fallen for me and was gradually becoming dependent on me, insisting on being held and telling me I had to control myself. Since that was the case, how could I let her go? My hands slipped inside her pajamas, and her braless breasts were wantonly rubbed. As the rhythm became increasingly uncontrollable, I directly reached my hand into Ms. Shen's vagina, my fingers digging inside. "Ouch!" With Ms. Shen's cry, I stopped, puzzled as to why it hurt when there was so much lubrication. Then I thought of asking, "Are you a virgin?" I was very 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 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, leaving her lower body 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 saw her home.

The next time we met was properly, at a hotel. That Thursday, we agreed to meet in the county town in between. She arrived first and waited for me in the room I had booked. Although she had already been a virgin, Ms. Shen was still very shy, half-heartedly resisting as she took off her clothes, as if she had never had her virginity taken before. But the result was the same. After undressing, I kissed and caressed her, the foreplay slowly melting her heart. Everything was ready, and my penis, dripping with her juices, began to thrust. Thinking of her beautiful figure, delicate skin, and the serious teacher on the podium, her thighs spread wide, pinned beneath me, her newly deflowered vagina overflowing with juices, I couldn't control myself, thrusting hard to the very depths each time. Ms. Shen had clearly been intimate with her ex-boyfriend; although she hadn't lost her virginity, her body still involuntarily craved it. With each powerful thrust, her moans became uncontrollable, the whole room filled with the smell of her juices, echoing with unrestrained groans. We rested for a while, and I casually touched Ms. Shen's vagina; it wasn't dry, but rather a sticky, wet patch. Ms. Shen said it was all my fault, that holding me made her want it. Later, Ms. Shen even asked to be on top, asking me to enter from behind, changing positions as we went. She must have been looking forward to having sex with a man, and now that she had a boyfriend, she wanted to try it 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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