My First Experience with a Female Chinese Language Teacher

In my second year of high school, there was a 30-year-old Chinese teacher in my class. Although she was of average appearance, her figure could only be described as devilish. Her full and round breasts often made us male students unable to concentrate on the lesson, and our eyes would follow her breasts. I guessed that her size was about 34D. Occasionally, when the teacher bent over, she would accidentally give us a good look.

Of course, I would also deliberately create opportunities to peek at the teacher's breasts and underwear: I would deliberately wait until she sat down, then stand and ask her questions, looking down at her through her neckline. Surprisingly, the seemingly dignified and conservative teacher sometimes didn't wear a bra, her entire breasts were clearly visible, which excited me greatly. As for looking at her underwear, I would use the turns in the stairs to peek from below. Although the teacher mostly wore short skirts, the chances of successfully peeking were slim, and every time I saw something, it was just a plain white one, which wasn't very interesting… until the summer tutoring class when I was in third grade.

During the tutoring class, my Chinese teacher got divorced. I heard the reason was that she couldn't stand her husband's habitual beatings and abuse, so she divorced him. The thought that a man would lay a hand on a gentle female teacher made me feel indignant; that man must be a coward.

On the second day of tutoring, on my way home from school, I passed by the convenience store at the end of the alley and went in to buy a drink. I unexpectedly ran into my Chinese teacher. I learned she had moved to the next alley and was there to buy some supplies. I chatted with her until we reached her new apartment building. She welcomed me to

come over to her house to ask about homework or just chat. Perhaps because living alone was too boring, and thinking about how pitiful my teacher was, I felt ashamed of my past disrespectful behavior towards her. So, I decided to go to her house to review my lessons after dinner. When I rang the doorbell, the teacher who opened the door was wearing shorts and a strapless t-shirt, her hair still damp, looking like she had just finished showering.

While I was reviewing, my teacher was also reading her own book. Because her study was decorated in a Japanese style, we could only sit on the tatami mat. She was so engrossed in her book that her posture became increasingly casual. Sometimes, her loose shorts would spread her thighs, revealing her underwear and a few pubic hairs through the cuffs. The feeling of peeping was so exciting that I soon felt my crotch was wet, sticky, and cool. I lied and went to the bathroom to clean myself up. Suddenly, I remembered that she had a change of underwear in the laundry basket. I took it out and played with it for a moment before quickly returning to the study, afraid that she would suspect me. But when I entered the study, she immediately asked me: "Did you just play with her underwear?"

My heart pounded with fear, and I stood there, blushing and speechless. It turned out the teacher had been peeping through the ventilation hole under the bathroom door and had witnessed my shameful act. Luckily, I had managed to resist masturbating, or it would have been even worse.

The teacher stood up, walked to my side, and said she didn't mind and wanted me to have sex with her. I couldn't believe my ears, but the teacher immediately took off her shorts and t-shirt and rubbed

her breasts against me. My penis instantly became erect. The teacher pulled my hand to caress her breasts, and her lips pressed against mine. Her proactive attitude was hard for me to accept; I never dreamed of such a scene. I eagerly pulled down her panties, my erect penis ready to penetrate her, but the teacher stopped me, indicating that I should caress her hot body first. She must have been laughing at my inexperience, because my hands were trembling and my face was completely red. I recalled scenes from porn I'd seen before, and I immediately got into the mood. Our tongues intertwined, her legs tightly wrapped around my waist. I noticed she was already soaked with her love juices, making my lower abdomen sticky and wet. I moved my lips down, from her neck to her chest. When I took her nipple into my mouth, she trembled. I gently massaged her other nipple with one hand, while the other hand... Having explored the forbidden area for quite some time, my fingers tirelessly probing that alluring little crevice, now slick with her juices, it seemed the teacher was ready for me to breach the gates. She placed her legs on my shoulders, her vulva clearly visible before me. Her labia majora were plump, her pubic hair thick, and her vulva glistened with her juices. Parting her dark red labia minora, the wet depths of her vagina were clearly visible.

Before, I could only peek, but now I could openly and intimately admire her—how fortunate I was. At this moment, I was not in a hurry to enter the teacher's body. Under the command of my lust, I lowered my head and began to lick the teacher's vulva. My tongue kept swirling around the clitoris. The strange smell of the lustful fluid filled my nostrils. The teacher's reaction was intense. Her body slowly arched up and her waist was almost suspended in the air. Her breathing became more and more rapid and loud.

The teacher, with her wild and seductive allure, lifted her legs onto my shoulders again. I guided my penis to her vulva, lubricating it with her vaginal fluids before slowly thrusting in. Only when it was fully inside did I begin to move. The teacher moaned hysterically, caressing her large breasts with both hands. For the first time, I felt the excitement of sex. Her slippery vagina enveloped my penis; the warm, wet sensation made me never want to pull out. But things didn't go as planned. In my fervor, I soon ejaculated inside her.

Afterwards, while showering, she asked for sex again, which I readily agreed to. This time, the teacher gripped the bathtub curtain with both hands, her legs spread open, exposing her genitals and anus. I inserted my penis into her vagina from behind while eagerly rubbing her large breasts. The teacher's body swayed passionately in response, moaning "Mmm... Ah... Mmm..." repeatedly. I wanted to play with her anus, but she refused, finding it too disgusting and dirty. Anyway, I was already satisfied with having sex with her.

I ejaculated inside her vagina again after about five minutes, and then she helped me shower and dry off. We caressed each other until we were both exhausted. Around 11 o'clock, I hurriedly ran home. Before leaving, the teacher even gave me the underwear she had worn that day.

After that, we had sex more than ten times, all at the teacher's house. After the counseling session ended, the teacher went back to her hometown for vacation, while I participated in a camp.

It wasn't until the start of the new semester that I learned the teacher had been transferred to the south and had even given up her apartment. I wonder if it was because of me…

I'm now a second-year student at a teachers' college, and I'll be a teacher soon…

In my second year of high school, there was a 30-year-old Chinese teacher in my class. Although she was of average appearance, her figure could only be described as devilish. Her full, rounded breasts often made us male students unable to concentrate on class; our eyes were completely drawn to her breasts. I guessed her size was around 34D. Occasionally, when the teacher bent over, she would accidentally give us a glimpse of her breasts.

Of course, I would also deliberately create opportunities to peek at the teacher's breasts and underwear: I would deliberately wait until she sat down, then stand and ask her questions, looking down at her through her neckline. Surprisingly, the seemingly dignified and conservative teacher sometimes didn't wear a bra, her entire breasts were clearly visible, which excited me greatly. As for looking at her underwear, I would use the turns in the stairs to peek from below. Although the teacher mostly wore short skirts, the chances of successfully peeking were slim, and every time I saw something, it was just a plain white one, which wasn't very interesting… until the summer tutoring class when I was in third grade.

During the tutoring class, my Chinese teacher got divorced. I heard the reason was that she couldn't stand her husband's habitual beatings and abuse, so she divorced him. The thought that a man would lay a hand on a gentle female teacher made me feel indignant; that man must be a coward.

On the second day of tutoring, on my way home from school, I passed by the convenience store at the end of the alley and went in to buy a drink. I unexpectedly ran into my Chinese teacher. I learned she had moved to the next alley and was there to buy some supplies. I chatted with her until we reached her new apartment building. She welcomed me to

come over to her house to ask about homework or just chat. Perhaps because living alone was too boring, and thinking about how pitiful my teacher was, I felt ashamed of my past disrespectful behavior towards her. So, I decided to go to her house to review my lessons after dinner. When I rang the doorbell, the teacher who opened the door was wearing shorts and a strapless t-shirt, her hair still damp, looking like she had just finished showering.

While I was reviewing, my teacher was also reading her own book. Because her study was decorated in a Japanese style, we could only sit on the tatami mat. She was so engrossed in her book that her posture became increasingly casual. Sometimes, her loose shorts would spread her thighs, revealing her underwear and a few pubic hairs through the cuffs. The feeling of peeping was so exciting that I soon felt my crotch was wet, sticky, and cool. I lied and went to the bathroom to clean myself up. Suddenly, I remembered that she had a change of underwear in the laundry basket. I took it out and played with it for a moment before quickly returning to the study, afraid that she would suspect me. But when I entered the study, she immediately asked me: "Did you just play with her underwear?"

I stood there, blushing and speechless with fear in my heart. It turned out that the teacher had been peeping through the ventilation hole under the bathroom door and had seen my shameful act. Luckily, I managed to refrain from masturbating, or it would have been even worse.

The teacher stood up, walked to my side, and said she didn't mind and even wanted me to have sex with her. I couldn't believe my ears, but the teacher immediately took off her shorts and t-shirt and rubbed her breasts against me. My penis immediately became erect.

The teacher pulled my hand to caress her breasts, and her lips pressed against mine. The teacher's proactive attitude was hard for me to accept; I never dreamed of such a scene. I couldn't wait to pull down her panties, my erect penis ready to penetrate her, but the teacher stopped me, indicating that I should caress her hot body first. She must have been laughing at my inexperience, because my hands were trembling and my face was flushed. I recalled scenes from porn I'd seen before, and I immediately got into the mood. Our tongues intertwined, her legs tightly wrapped around my waist. I noticed she was already soaked with her love juices, making my lower abdomen sticky and wet. I moved my lips down, from her neck to her chest. When I took her nipple into my mouth, she trembled. I gently massaged her other nipple with one hand, while the other hand... Having explored the forbidden area for quite some time, my fingers tirelessly probing that alluring little crevice, now slick with her juices, it seemed the teacher was ready for me to breach the gates. She placed her legs on my shoulders, her vulva clearly visible before me. Her labia majora were plump, her pubic hair thick, and her vulva glistened with her juices. Parting her dark red labia minora, the wet depths of her vagina were clearly visible.

Before, I could only peek, but now I could openly and intimately admire her—how fortunate I was. At this moment, I was not in a hurry to enter the teacher's body. Under the command of my lust, I lowered my head and began to lick the teacher's vulva. My tongue kept swirling around the clitoris. The strange smell of the lustful fluid filled my nostrils. The teacher's reaction was intense. Her body slowly arched up and her waist was almost suspended in the air. Her breathing became more and more rapid and loud.

The teacher, with her wild and seductive allure, lifted her legs onto my shoulders again. I guided my penis to her vulva, lubricating it with her vaginal fluids before slowly thrusting in. Only when it was fully inside did I begin to move. The teacher moaned hysterically, caressing her large breasts with both hands. For the first time, I felt the excitement of sex. Her slippery vagina enveloped my penis; the warm, wet sensation made me never want to pull out. But things didn't go as planned. In my fervor, I soon ejaculated inside her.

Afterwards, while showering, she asked for sex again, which I readily agreed to. This time, the teacher gripped the bathtub curtain with both hands, her legs spread open, exposing her genitals and anus. I inserted my penis into her vagina from behind while eagerly rubbing her large breasts. The teacher's body swayed passionately in response, moaning "Mmm... Ah... Mmm..." repeatedly. I wanted to play with her anus, but she refused, finding it too disgusting and dirty. Anyway, I was already satisfied with having sex with her.

I ejaculated inside her vagina again after about five minutes, and then she helped me shower and dry off. We caressed each other until we were both exhausted. Around 11 o'clock, I hurriedly ran home. Before leaving, the teacher even gave me the underwear she had worn that day.

After that, we had sex more than ten times, all at the teacher's house. After the counseling session ended, the teacher went back to her hometown for vacation, while I participated in a camp.

I only found out after the semester started that the teacher had been transferred to southern Taiwan and even cancelled her apartment lease. I wonder if it's because of me…

I'm now a second-year student at a teachers' college, and I'll be a teacher soon…

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