Teacher Chen, where are you?

This happened about three years ago. I was in high school then, and because it was a boarding school, all students and teachers had to live on campus.

And it was precisely because of this that my high school life took on a unique twist.
I don't know when it developed this "cure," but my love for stockings became an inescapable obsession. You could say that if I saw a pair of
alluring legs encased in stockings on the street, I couldn't resist the urge to go up and admire them. As everyone knows, these days on campus, whether it's
girls or teachers, stockings are practically indispensable. Black stockings and flesh-colored stockings are constantly appearing on campus, which is torture for me,
a stocking fetishist. I often have to sneak off to the bathroom to masturbate and release my pent-up frustration, otherwise, I just can't stand it.
Of course, my favorite among them was Ms. Chen (she is a real person, but I can't say for sure). Ms. Chen was our English teacher, probably around 40
years old. She was petite overall, but her long legs were truly a perfect proportion—very fair and slender, with just the right amount of curves.
And Ms. Chen has a good habit: she always wears stockings, regardless of the season, only the thickness varies. Therefore, English class is my
favorite every day, and because of this, my English grades are among the best in the class. Ms. Chen likes me quite a bit and often asks me to do things.
Just today, Ms. Chen asked me to pick up some sample test papers to take to the printing room. Walking into the office, since it was during class time, there was no one there.
I went straight to Ms. Chen's desk and saw the test papers on it. Just as I was about to take them and leave, I suddenly noticed that Ms. Chen's desk drawer
was half open, revealing a pair of stockinged feet. My eyes lit up; I was as excited as someone discovering a new continent. Looking around, I
quickly took the stockings out of the drawer and immediately brought them to my nose to sniff. Whoosh! A wave of fragrance filled my nostrils. The scent was truly heavenly
; how could one find such a thing on earth!
After asking around for a while, I stuck out my tongue and started licking the crotch of the stockings. There was a slight salty taste, I didn't know if it was Teacher Chen's sweat or urine,
but it was very exciting! I was so engrossed in it that I forgot about time!
"What are you doing!" A sudden shout pulled me back to reality from my comfortable environment. I was so startled that I let go of the stockings and they fell to the ground.
I turned around and saw that it was Teacher Chen. She was staring at me in disbelief, her eyes wide open. "What are you doing? How could you do this? I value you
so much, and you've done something so morally reprehensible! I'm going to contact your parents and report this to the school!"
After Ms. Chen finished speaking, I was terrified. I rushed to her and knelt down. "Ms. Chen, please, please don't tell anyone! I just acted impulsively.
Please forgive me, considering my good grades and how I've always helped you!" After my repeated pleas, Ms. Chen gradually calmed down
and lost her initial anger.
She pulled me up and pointed at me, saying, "Come to my office after evening self-study tonight with a written apology." I nodded in agreement.
The day was unbearable. The inner turmoil and fear made me listless and unable to concentrate on my studies. My friends asked me what was wrong, but I
was too embarrassed to answer. I just said I had a stomachache and wasn't feeling well, and they didn't say anything more.
After evening self-study, I brought the self-criticism I had secretly written in the dormitory at noon to the office. The office was quiet at night, and not all the lights were on except for
the light on Mr. Chen's desk. Mr. Chen was sitting at his seat, grading our homework. I walked awkwardly to
Mr. said, "Mr. Chen, I'm here. I'm sorry, this is my self-criticism. Please forgive me!" Mr. Chen looked up and turned to me. "Go
and move that chair over there. Let's have a good talk." He pointed to the chair opposite him, so I went over and moved the chair, sitting down opposite Mr. Chen.
"You child, I like you so much and trust you. How could you do such a lewd thing during the day? What were you thinking?"
Mr. Chen asked me. I lowered my head, not daring to answer.
Teacher Chen asked again, "We teachers know that you teenagers are starting to be curious about the opposite sex, but you have to
control . If this kind of behavior happened during the Cultural Revolution, it would be considered hooliganism, punishable by execution! Do you know how serious the consequences are?" Hearing this,
I stammered defiantly, "It's nothing serious, I just smelled a pair of socks!" "What? Say it again! Your expression at the time was absolutely hooliganism
, and you...you...you licked it there! Don't you know shame?" I immediately understood. What the teacher cared about most was that I had
licked the crotch of the stockings. Hehe, how could I not lick it? That's the best part of the whole pair of stockings! Of course, I dared not say that, so I remained
silent . Seeing that I didn't speak, Teacher Chen got a little angry, picked up the phone, and was about to call my parents. I realized this was terrible; if my parents
found out, how could I live peacefully? Without thinking, I stood up, grabbed the teacher's hand as she was about to make a call, snatched the phone, and threw it onto
the chair I had just sat down in.
Teacher Chen immediately stood up too. "What are you trying to do? Don't you know what a teacher is?" I figured my carefully maintained image was definitely
ruined in Teacher Chen's eyes anyway, so I just blurted out whatever came to mind.
"What nonsense about a teacher! Do you know I have absolutely no respect for you? I like you, do you understand? Teacher Chen, I
like you, I like you so much, like a girlfriend. Please, be my girlfriend, okay?" *Slap!* Teacher Chen slapped me hard across the face.
"Do you know what you're saying? Have you lost your mind from studying so much? I need to talk to your parents!" While I was stunned
, she reached for the phone on the chair to continue dialing.
I snapped out of my daze and, realizing the situation was dire, I instinctively rushed forward and grabbed Ms. Chen, covering her mouth with my hand and
repeatedly whispering in her ear, "Why, Ms. Chen? I just like you, is that not allowed? I like your face, I like your hands, and I especially like your
legs and feet in stockings, is that not allowed?" Ms. Chen, with her mouth covered, couldn't speak at all, only able to helplessly endure my frantic whispers in her
ear . Because Ms. Chen was petite, she was powerless to resist my embrace. After a while, she suddenly
stopped moving. I was terrified. Had I killed her?! I quickly put my hand to her forehead and nose; thankfully, she was still breathing, just unconscious
.
I laid Ms. Chen down on the office floor, unsure what to do. I looked down at her. She lay there peacefully.
Because of earlier actions, her skirt had been pulled up quite high, almost revealing her upper thighs. She was wearing
sheer stockings, which made her legs look incredibly beautiful. As I looked, wicked thoughts surged again. I knelt beside her, my hand trembling as I reached for
her calf. Wow, finally, I touched her leg! The stockings were so smooth, so elastic. As I touched her calf, I fantasized endlessly
.
Soon, I wasn't satisfied with just her calf. I took off her high heels and grabbed her small feet. Her feet weren't big,
just the right size to hold. Perhaps from the excitement, her soles were slightly damp with sweat, but warm and incredibly comfortable. Her toes
were faintly visible under the stockings, so alluring. I couldn't resist lowering my head and taking her toes into my mouth. A fragrant aroma instantly filled my mouth, slightly salty
, yet so delicious. My tongue licked back and forth on the teacher's toes, just like when I was a child licking my favorite popsicle.
After licking for a while, I noticed that Teacher Chen's eyes seemed to be moving slightly. I was afraid that if she woke up and called for help, I would be completely doomed. I looked around and
found a rope on a table specifically for binding books. I went over, picked up the rope, and tied the teacher's hands and feet together. Fearing she might still call for help, I also
took out the troublesome stockings from her drawer and stuffed them into her mouth. That was it. Just then, Teacher Chen woke up. Her eyes
were wide open, staring at me with unease, fear, and waves of anger in them. But because of the stockings in her mouth, she couldn't speak,
only writhing.
I sat down next to the teacher, touching her little feet. "Teacher Chen, I like you so much, but you keep trying to hurt me. I
had no choice but to do this. Let me play with your feet, and I'll let you go." Without waiting for her reply, I grabbed her foot again and put it in
my mouth, savoring it carefully. Without any worries, I was exceptionally focused this time, tasting each toe thoroughly. Each toe
had unique flavor, leaving a lingering aftertaste.
A person's wicked thoughts can grow slowly. Soon, I was no longer satisfied with just her feet, forgetting my earlier promise to Teacher Chen. My gaze gradually
drifted towards the inside of her skirt. Her thighs, encased in sheer stockings, were so mysterious. What kind of scenery lay beneath the skirt? Fantasies filled my
mind. Instinctively, I reached out and touched her thighs and the inside of her thighs.
When Teacher Chen noticed my increasingly unrestrained behavior, she began to writhe violently. However, because she was restrained and not as strong as me, she
was completely under my control. As my hand touched her thigh, tears welled up in her eyes. At that moment
, I didn't care about that; I continued to caress her thigh and gradually moved my hand inside.
With each deeper touch, the sensation inside remained smooth and comfortable. The difference was that the further I went, the higher the temperature of her skin became, further
stimulating my senses. Soon, I became restless. Because Teacher Chen was wearing a dress, my actions not only exposed her buttocks but also
a large part of her upper body, completely obscuring her face—a scene reminiscent of the rape scene in "The Return of the Condor Heroes."
Seeing a woman's white body before me, how could I, in my youthful arrogance, resist? My penis was already erect in my pants, yearning
to break free of my restraints. I hurriedly pulled down my pants, leaving my lower body naked, my penis erect, brimming with anger! I grabbed the teacher's feet
and placed them on my penis, preparing to imitate the porn I'd seen before and perform a footjob.
When Teacher Chen's feet touched my large penis, her whole body trembled. As a married woman, Teacher Chen naturally sensed what this meant and knew
how she was about to be played with by her student, feeling extremely heartbroken. Although Teacher Chen's ankles were restrained by me, her legs could still be slightly separated
. I held her toes and rubbed them back and forth against my penis; the feeling was indescribably pleasurable.
Soon, the pre-ejaculate from my penis made Teacher Chen's already slightly damp soles even wetter, glistening under the light, incredibly
beautiful. While performing the footjob, I also touched Teacher Chen's legs with my own, feeling her flesh. Not long after, I
couldn't resist the stimulation any longer, and my semen gushed out, covering Ms. Chen's feet completely. The pleasure of ejaculation made me tremble involuntarily. The
afterglow was unlike anything I had ever experienced before—it was incredibly pleasurable!
At this moment, Ms. Chen started making whimpering sounds. Since I had just ejaculated, and also worried that she might not be breathing properly, I
pulled down her skirt a little and took out her stockings. "I know you came. If you're done playing, let me go quickly. I won't tell anyone,"
Ms. said quickly when she saw me take out the stockings.
I was initially tempted by her words, thinking that I had already gotten my way, and it would be best if nothing happened in the end. Just as I was about to untie her ropes,
my eyes caught sight of her underwear. The area between her legs was damp. Was she also getting aroused? At this
moment, I asked the teacher, "Teacher, when I was playing with you, were you also very comfortable? I saw that your underwear was wet." "No, that was sweat, I
was sweating because I was scared!" "Really? I don't believe it." I reached out and touched the wet spot on the teacher's underwear, then brought it to my nose and smelled it. A fragrant
aroma filled my nostrils. "Is this sweat? Teacher, you must have been aroused too! Haha, a teacher being forcibly played with by a student and actually getting aroused,
so Teacher Chen, you're a slut too, craving a man's play! Haha." Hearing my words, Teacher Chen's face instantly turned red, and she couldn't say a word. "I understand
, Ms. Chen, you're definitely in your prime right now, your desires must be incredibly strong. Looks like I made the right choice today." With that, I
kissed Ms. Chen on the lips. Of course, I dared not stick my tongue in; if I got bitten, I'd be done for. Ms. Chen resisted violently again after my kiss
, but it was no use. I kept sucking, drawing in her saliva and sending my own into her mouth.
After , ignoring her murderous glare, I stuffed the stockings into her mouth again and began the next stage of my assault.
After covering her face again, my gaze fell on her chest. She was wearing a lace lingerie set today, both her bra and panties were
black. I reached for her breasts... Wow! I touched them! I touched her breasts, soft and supple. Even through the bra, I could still feel them.
Feeling the teacher's body temperature, I slowly unhooked her bra, revealing her two breasts. They weren't large, but
they felt incredibly comfortable. I grabbed one in each hand; the feeling was indescribable.
After playing with them for a while, I noticed her nipples were becoming increasingly erect. I knew she was starting to feel aroused. I lowered myself and
gently took one of her nipples into my mouth, causing her to tremble. I gently sucked on her nipples, my tongue touching them—it felt wonderful. My previously
limp penis once again stood erect, throbbing with desire. I straddled her, her breasts clamping my penis between them. The soft
feeling was incredibly pleasurable. I spat on my penis and began to move it back and forth, supported by her breasts.
Watching my penis move back and forth between her soft, white breasts, I was incredibly excited, feeling like I was dreaming. But since I had just
ejaculated, the stimulation couldn't make me ejaculate again, so I gradually became dissatisfied.
Of course, as you might have guessed, the final moment arrived. My violation of the teacher reached its climax; I was going to fuck her! My hands touched the teacher
's thighs and gradually moved upwards until I touched her panties. Even through the stockings, I could still feel the lace of her panties.
Then I buried my face in her crotch and kissed her.
Many people say that a woman's crotch smells good, but I didn't feel that way; it was more like a pungent smell. After all, women also need to poop and pee. I
sniffed it intensely while licking it back and forth with my tongue, which was incredibly lewd. After licking for a while, I turned the teacher over so that her buttocks were facing up. Her plump
little buttocks appeared before my eyes, and I quickly grabbed them with both hands. They were plump and felt much better than her breasts. I kneaded them hard, feeling like I was playing with playdough
as a child .
After a while of playing around, I slowly pulled down the teacher's stockings and panties, dragging them down to her knees. Looking up again, what came into view was
the place I'd been dreaming of—the teacher's vulva. The teacher didn't have much pubic hair, but it was perfectly positioned around her genitals. Perhaps
because , her labia majora were still somewhat pink, with a few hints of black showing through—definitely not a "black fungus." I placed my hands
on the teacher's labia majora, squeezing the two thick, fleshy lips hard, causing the teacher to tremble slightly—it was quite amusing. Parting the labia, I saw the inside of the teacher's vulva, a patch of
pink , with a trickle of fluid flowing out. "You're already wet, teacher, you still won't admit it, haha." I extended my middle finger and slowly inserted it
inside. A tight, enveloping sensation made my finger feel incredibly good. The teacher's vulva was quite tight; I moved it in and out a few times, and because it was so wet, it
was very slippery. I lay on top of the teacher's buttocks, first kissing her vulva, then sticking out my tongue to lick it, gradually inserting it inside, licking
back and forth , feeling her vagina, savoring the sweet spring. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer. I picked the teacher up and placed
her on her desk. The teacher knew what I was about to do and kept squirming, but what was the point?
I positioned my penis, aimed it at her vulva, and slowly inserted it. When the head of my penis touched her labia, the teacher started whimpering,
tears streaming down her face again. I knew she was telling me to stop, but how could I stop now? After aiming properly, I thrust it all the way in
.
Ah… it felt so good. My penis was tightly enveloped by her insides, and it was so warm. Even though I had already ejaculated once, I almost
came right away. I took a deep breath and slowly began to thrust.
Watching my penis thrust in and out of my teacher's vagina, I felt an immense sense of pride. I had finally gotten my hands on my favorite teacher. I loved her,
deeply loved her, and wanted to be with her forever.
As I thrust, I kissed and sucked on her nipples, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, fully enjoying the sensation, savoring the exquisite feeling the folds of her vagina gave
my glans felt incredibly good. Although I'd seen many pornographic films, this was my first time actually having sex. After about ten minutes of thrusting, my penis
began to grow larger. I knew I was about to ejaculate. At this moment, my teacher also sensed something was wrong. Although she had tried to hold back, her body betrayed her,
as her vaginal fluids increased, and she gradually succumbed to lust. But when she sensed the change in my penis and knew I was about to ejaculate, she began to
writhe even more.
I knew she hoped I wouldn't ejaculate inside, but as a virgin, how could it be called my first time having sex if I didn't ejaculate inside? I
whispered in my teacher's ear, "Teacher, this is my first time, my virgin semen, please don't be shy, accept it!" At that moment, I
couldn't hold back . I thrust hard, penetrating her vagina and ejaculating, washing over her insides, all the way to her uterus.
My hot semen scalded her, and her beautiful legs instantly clamped tightly around my waist. Her head lifted, and she
could only make a sound like "Ugh..." because her mouth was stuffed with stockings, while she began to convulse.
I was startled and quickly pulled my penis out to check on her. As soon as I pulled it out, her vagina gushed out like a spring
, soaking my clothes.
"Haha, so you had an orgasm too, teacher," I said to her. "You must have felt really good too." Hearing this, she stubbornly turned her head away,
refusing to look at me, tears still streaming down her face. I couldn't bear to watch, so I took out the stockings and said to the teacher, "Teacher, don't cry. Look
how well we fit together, isn't it? We're both comfortable, aren't we?" "This is rape, how can it be comfortable! I'm going to call 110 and have you arrested and put in jail!" "
That won't do, teacher. If I'm arrested, who will comfort you? Of course, I'm also afraid of going to jail, but I can't help it. Please don't blame me, teacher." "
What do you want to do?" "Nothing, just to keep a souvenir!" As I said this, I took out my phone and took several pictures of the teacher. Semen was still flowing from her vagina, showing how
lewd her body was. "Teacher, you have to be good. If you're not good, and someone sees these pictures, I might go to jail, but you won't be able to face anyone, haha!"
The teacher lowered her head in anger after I said that, not daring to say anything.
"A wise person knows when to yield, teacher, please don't do anything! I'll untie you right away, you can get dressed and leave!" After saying that, I untied
the ropes binding the teacher and took off her underwear and stockings. "Teacher, I'll keep these as a souvenir of our first time. I'm leaving now, you can
get dressed slowly, and don't forget to clean up the floor and the table so we don't get caught!" After saying that, I left happily, leaving the teacher in the office crying softly.
Throughout my studies, I repeatedly used this leverage to blackmail my teacher into giving in to my demands. We
made love . Since we always had unprotected sex with internal ejaculation, after several such encounters, she eventually became pregnant. She wanted an abortion,
but I threatened her and she was too afraid to go. In the end, she had to lie to her husband, saying it was his child.
Her husband had wanted another child but had been unable to conceive. Thanks to me, he finally got pregnant and was overjoyed, bragging about it everywhere. When I
heard this, I could only chuckle. She was so happy raising my son; it's truly unfair not to be cuckolded! Later, my teacher gave birth to a big, healthy son.
Afterward, she resigned from her job and moved abroad with her family. Before leaving, I had a night of wild fun with her, asking her to take good care of my son and wishing her a
happy future. The next day, she left.
Three years have passed, and I still often think of my teacher, her beautiful legs in stockings, and her passionate lovemaking. When I think of these memories, I take out
the panties and stockings I took from her during our first time together and hold them quietly to my face. Although they've long lost their scent, I can still feel her warmth
and breath. By the way, I heard from a classmate that she might be going back to China to visit family next week. I don't know if it's true, but of course, I hope it is. Why
… hehe, you know!
[The End]

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