A Lewd Female Teacher's Self-Narration

I was originally a cheerful and sunny girl, not lacking in sex appeal. At 168cm tall, I was considered the perfect height by many, and with a weight of 110kg, I had curves in all the right places, making me both full-figured and slender. As a school beauty, I possessed a noble and elegant face, and my fair skin further enhanced these three feminine advantages. Perhaps some might think I'm being immodest, but this is already a conservative estimate.

Two years ago, I graduated from a teachers' college at the age of 23. After graduation, my family, through friends and connections, arranged a job for me in the provincial capital as a primary school teacher. I was very happy at the time because I loved the teaching profession, and I especially loved being a primary school teacher. I felt that children were innocent and pure, and being their mentor was an honor. Being able to face a group of children every day, instead of the worldly concerns of society, seemed like such a joyful thing. However, I overlooked one thing: my colleagues were also worldly. During the process of my

family arranging a job for me and pulling strings, I met my current husband, "Muzi," through their arrangement. This is also a pseudonym. The reason I call him "Muzi" is because his surname is Li. I can't reveal his full name here, so I'll just split his surname into two characters. That way, the essence remains the same. My husband, Mu Zi, is tall and handsome, only lacking wealth .

His family is also a scholarly family, a typical intellectual family. His grandfather's generation held official positions in our city, not high-ranking officials, but mid-level leaders. My first impression of him was very good; he had a scholarly face, was polite, and unpretentious. Although his family members were officials, he wasn't ostentatious, giving a very reliable impression. We dated for a year, when I was 24. At that time, I also thought I should find a reliable husband, especially since he was handsome, so we got married. I then worked alone in the provincial capital for half a year. The reason I was alone in the provincial capital was because my husband's current job was still in my parents' city. Arranging for me to work in the provincial capital was both my parents' and my husband's family's idea. The reason was that my husband's job would be transferred to the provincial capital in three years, and my family hoped we could live there in the future. So, for future planning, I decided to work in the provincial capital if there was an opportunity. Six months before our

wedding, both families bought us a new apartment in the provincial capital. Because our families were relatively well-off, we bought a large duplex. After the renovations were finished, I was able to start working, so I moved into the new apartment. On the first day we moved into the new apartment, both families held an engagement ceremony for us. That night, my husband and I had a ceremony somewhat like a wedding night. Before that, we had never made love. In the six months we'd been together, he had been very well-behaved, mostly just kissing and touching. But on that day, moving into the new apartment, it truly felt like we were married. We were both very happy and felt very romantic. That night, I gave myself to him. But things took a dramatic turn at that moment. I originally thought that a beautiful woman like me would drive my husband crazy, but to my surprise, he was quite well -

behaved in bed. He just kissed and touched me, and then got down to business. Before I could react, his penis was already inside me. Even though we didn't have much foreplay, my sensitive body reacted strongly. I groaned comfortably, and then he started thrusting into me. After a while, he got up, pulled out his penis, looked at me, and then gave me a disdainful look before continuing. I wondered why he was looking at me like that. After a while, I noticed his penis went soft. He continued thrusting for a few more minutes before ejaculating, then pulled out his penis and sat silently on the edge of the bed. After he finished, even though I hadn't climaxed yet, as his fiancée, I wanted to comfort him. So I got up, threw myself on top of him, and said, "Honey, I love you." Then I kissed him on the cheek and got out of bed to take a shower. While I was showering ,

I thought my husband would barge in and shower with me, but he didn't come in after I finished. When I came out, I saw him still sitting blankly on the edge of the bed. I went over to him, wrapped in a towel, and said, "Honey, why didn't you take a shower?" My husband didn't say anything. Sensing something was wrong, I sat down next to him and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you unhappy?" At that moment, my husband turned his head and asked, "You're not a virgin anymore?" Hearing this, my mind went blank. I was so happy today that I forgot about this. Only now did I remember that I was no longer a virgin. I had been too careless, hadn't taken it to heart, and hadn't made any preparations. I didn't expect my husband to care so much. Back in my first year of high school ,

a persistent male classmate invited me to his house and had sex with me. I was just entering puberty then, very curious about relationships, and most of my classmates were in couples. A pretty girl like me, a school beauty, should have a boyfriend, right? Not only that, but in my third year of high school, I basically changed boyfriends every year, meaning I'd already been with three different men by high school. Later, in college, living in a dormitory, I had more time and space to myself. Without family supervision, I was even more free. During my four years of college, I had five boyfriends. Thinking about it... Being a campus beauty, I think that's all normal. During my school years, some classmates said behind my back that I was a fangirl, but then again, which pretty girl doesn't have a few boyfriends in college? Unless you're an ugly girl who no one pursues. Besides, my last boyfriend in college knew about my previous relationships. At the graduation party, he confessed to me that after graduation, we'd all go our separate ways, and it was time to break up. At that time, I still had feelings for him. Hearing this made me very angry. That night, fueled by alcohol, I went to a hotel with one of his good friends. Counting all of these, my current husband is probably my tenth man.

Thinking about all this, maybe I should feel regret towards my current husband, but I really don't have a single regret. Because I think there are probably no girls who are still virgins by the time they graduate from college, unless they're incredibly ugly and nobody wants them or sleeps with them. Otherwise, which girl hasn't been slept with by the age of 23? Especially a beautiful girl like me; even without a boyfriend, I would have been raped by some thugs. Furthermore, I was quite wild in college, partly due to the pornography I was exposed to there. Back then, it was perfectly normal for any girl with a decent appearance to have a boyfriend. It wasn't just in college; it was the same in high school. Later in college, reading erotic novels and watching porn were commonplace. We girls are the same; we have physical needs too. Maybe my mindset was flawed, but the erotic content in novels and the actresses in porn—aren't they all the same?

I was a little surprised. My husband seems like a reasonable person; why is he so hung up on these things? I admit, men should care about a woman's virginity, but for a woman my age, if she's still a virgin, it proves I have a problem. Would you dare marry me then? Thinking about this, I didn't know how to tell my husband. If I told him about my past, given his current state of mind, he probably wouldn't be able to handle it, and we might break up. We were introduced by our families, and if we broke up because of this, I wouldn't be able to explain it to them. Besides, I was really looking forward to this man becoming my husband. Thinking this, I decided to lie to him. I nestled in his arms and pretended to be ashamed, saying, "Honey, you've misunderstood me. You're my first man." My husband asked urgently, "Then why isn't there any blood?" I thought to myself, "Honey, are you stupid? Don't you know anything about this? No blood doesn't mean I'm not a virgin." At that moment, I had a sudden inspiration and said, "Honey, I'm so sorry, I didn't let you break my hymen. I accidentally broke it when I was in college." My husband helped me up, looking at me with a sullen expression. I then said, "

I'm in my twenties now. When I was in college, I was also very curious about these things. One day, I accidentally saw some pornographic material. Lying in bed that night, I couldn't help but touch myself. I didn't really know much back then, and as I touched myself, I accidentally put my hand inside, so I cut myself. I was going to tell you before, but how can a girl say something like that?"

Hearing this, my husband hugged me and said, "I hope what you're saying is true." Then I looked up at him with innocent eyes and said, "Of course it's true! I've said something so embarrassing, don't you believe me?" Hearing this, my husband kissed my forehead, then chuckled and went to take a shower. Watching his happy back, I suddenly felt guilty, feeling like I had lied to him. I felt bad, but thinking back on those pleasurable memories, I still didn't regret it.

I thought that was the end of it, but since then, every time I have sex with my husband, it's been bland and unexciting, always the same – no changes, no kissing, touching, penetration, ejaculation. Even my favorite thing – his penis – I can't have any of it. A few times I wanted to take the initiative, but I stopped myself. I thought my husband cared a lot about my first time, and if I took the initiative, he might say I was promiscuous. But he doesn't ask me to. I'm so conflicted. And for the next six months, I didn't have a single orgasm. Every time, he'd just go limp and ejaculate after a few minutes. Is this what they call impotence and premature ejaculation? How could such a beautiful woman like me have this happen to me? I really don't understand. I could understand if he had premature ejaculation, but how could he be so weak and limp with a beautiful woman like me?

This quality of sex life is a disaster for a woman with a high sex drive like me. Even after marriage, and even now, ten years later, our sex life remains unchanged. Perhaps he's still fixated on our first time, on whether I was a virgin, but since he doesn't bring it up, I don't say anything more. Life

goes on like this. Because he works in his parents' city, at first, he would occasionally drive back on Friday nights, spend the weekend with me, and then go back to work on Sunday afternoon. But later, he simply came back on Saturday afternoons and went back on Sunday afternoons, and sometimes he wouldn't even have sex with me on that one day he was back.

How can a woman with a high sex drive like me stand this? I had planned that after having this handsome husband, I would be completely loyal to him, but facing this kind of life, I feel like I'm about to break.

I haven't had a man's penis since graduating from university, and I'm really craving it. I haven't even experienced the most basic sexual orgasm in a long time. What am I going to do? To satisfy my immediate urges, one evening after work, I passed an adult store on my way home. I stood outside for a long time without going in, for two reasons: first, I was afraid of embarrassment, and second, I couldn't get over my own conscience. I thought, "How could a beautiful woman like me be reduced to using these fake penises? I'm so unwilling!" But I still needed a penis; my lust had reached an uncontrollable point, so I boldly went inside.

It was a fairly secluded place. I pushed open the door, went around a partition, and discovered that the person selling the goods was a middle-aged man with glasses and a lewd look. He casually said, "Welcome." I stood there and glanced at him, then shyly turned my head to the side. And what did I see? A row of fake penises right in front of me! I was initially a little shy, but seeing these made me completely forget my shame. At that moment, I only had one impulse: to take down each of these fake penises and enjoy them. Just as I was acting on this impulse, I suddenly heard someone ask, "Which one does the young lady like?" I was startled by his words. I turned to the shop owner, flustered, only to find him already beside me, leering at me. I hesitated for a moment before stammering, "Um… just browsing, buying something for a friend."

The shop owner, feigning seriousness, asked, "How old is your friend? What kind of things do they want?" I guessed he had read my mind, but not wanting to argue, I said, "I'll look around myself. I'll call you when I'm done." He nodded and said, "Okay, take your time. Call me when you've chosen." Then he returned to his computer behind the counter and sat down. Seeing him staring intently at the computer screen, I finally felt comfortable looking at the sex toys properly. This was my first time entering an adult store, and the strange and wonderful items before me made my blood boil. Without realizing it, I was swallowing hard, like I was looking at a feast. I walked to the display case of dildos and carefully examined each one, noticing their different thicknesses, lengths, shapes, and colors. Of course, there were also dildos with various functions. I really wanted to take them all home and enjoy them slowly. My hand, as if on cue, picked up a thick, long, flesh-colored dildo with testicles. I held it in my hands, examining it carefully, gently touching every part. Just then, the shopkeeper suddenly said, "

That one has a suction cup; you can use it to play with certain places." Hearing this, I quickly and shyly put the dildo back, then ignored him and turned to look at the counter beside me. I thought, "Now that I've turned my back to you, you won't bother me anymore, right?" This display case was full of items I don't usually see. One butterfly-shaped thing caught my eye. I reached out and picked it up, examining it closely. Suddenly, I remembered seeing it online before .

But just then, the shopkeeper spoke again: "It's a wonderful thing you can wear without anyone noticing." Hearing this, I suddenly remembered looking into the function of this little thing online. It's worn underneath, with a small, penis-like thing inserted into the vagina, and a remote control to adjust its vibration, allowing for pleasure in any situation without being discovered. I've always wanted one, but I've always had a boyfriend, so I never bought one. Today, I could finally buy one and try it out. Then, I suddenly realized I was facing away from the shopkeeper. How could he see what I was doing?

I turned to look at him, and saw he was still facing the computer. I turned back and looked up again; there was a webcam above my head. He was probably spying on me with his computer, and the webcam was right above me. From this angle, he could see my chest. I wanted to angrily yell at the shop owner, but the lewd pleasure of being spied on stopped me. I pretended to be calm, took the webcam, and walked up to the shop owner, saying, "I'll take this one." Then I turned around and went back to the fake penis counter, picked up the one I had just looked at, and then chose a black one, walking back to the counter and saying, " That

's all. How much is it?"

The shop owner looked up at me, lewdly grinned, and said, "Beautiful lady, I'll give you a discount. It'll be 400 yuan." Seeing his shrewish look, I said, "Expensive." At this, the shop owner smiled and said, "Beautiful lady, I'll give you one more thing for free." After saying that, he took out two covers connected by a thread from under the counter and said, "These are for stimulating the breasts. This one can be fastened to the breasts. There are silicone stimulation points here, and a vibrator. It's good for the breasts, it can enlarge them, and it can even prevent cancer." I stood there without saying a word. Seeing this, the shopkeeper took out something else and said, "This is lubricant. Put a few drops on it when you use these things, it will feel more comfortable."

To be honest, this was my first time in an adult store, and I felt a little ashamed buying these things from a lewd man. I also had a lewd thought: I wanted to go home as soon as possible and enjoy these adult sex toys. I took out four hundred yuan from my bag, threw it on the counter, and said, "Okay, that's it. Wrap them all up for me." The shopkeeper looked at me lecherously, then put the four sex toys into a bag for me. Then he took a business card from the counter and put it in the bag as well. He handed me the bag and said, "You can call me if you need anything in the future." I took the bag, didn't even look at him properly, and turned to leave, thinking, "Why would I call you, you filthy scoundrel?" Walking home

, I felt a surge of excitement. My hand kept reaching into the bag to touch the genitals. Eager to enjoy them, I quickened my pace. I could feel myself becoming aroused and leaking vaginal fluid. Upon entering the

house, I didn't have time to do my usual chores. First, I dumped the items from the bag onto the living room table. Looking at the sex toys before me, I unconsciously swallowed, my heart pounding. I picked up the large black penis and held it in my hands, my eyes filled with admiring, hungry longing. Looking at the realistic glans, shaft, and even the simulated blood vessels and foreskin, I was incredibly excited. I first pressed the black penis against my face, wanting to experience the feeling of being close to a penis. This feeling was so pleasurable, something I hadn't felt in a long time. I rubbed the black penis against my face for a while, and then, a sudden impulse made me hold the penis in my left hand and aim the glans at my mouth with my right. Before my mouth was fully open, my right hand had already put the glans into my mouth. I tried to open my mouth as wide as possible, taking as much of the penis as possible into my mouth. I had an urge to eat this penis.

At that moment, I involuntarily let out a groan, thoroughly enjoying it, feeling like I'd finally gotten a meal after days of hunger. I sucked on the dildo in front of me, using my tongue and lips to feel its shape and the pleasure of it swirling in my mouth. After a while, I still wasn't satisfied, because it was, after all, a dildo. Although it had the shape of a dildo, it didn't smell like one; instead, it had a silicone smell. This smell reminded me that these things were newly bought and hadn't been washed yet. Being a bit of a germaphobe, I rationally put it down. I gathered my thoughts. I took off my coat and first took the jade butterfly to the sink in the kitchen and washed it with dish soap, then set it aside. Looking at it, I thought, "What can such a small thing do to me?" Then I casually picked up the vibrating bra and washed it clean. Back in the living room, I looked at the two dildos on the table, and my sexual urges surged again. I hurriedly stripped naked, then took the two dildos into the bathroom. In my mind, I imagined the two dildos as two men, and I wanted to shower with them. Once inside, I first cleaned the one with suction cups, then attached it to the wall. Next, I picked up the black dildo and cleaned it. This black dildo was indeed larger, and it felt very good in my hand. I carefully cleaned it as if it were a real dildo, for a full five minutes. Finally, I rinsed it with clean water. Turning around, I saw the dildo attached to the wall and suddenly felt a pang of pity for it, realizing I hadn't taken good care of it. So, I knelt down and placed the black dildo between my thighs, the entire black dildo protecting my vulva. I held it with both hands... Leaning against the wall, I took the penis attached to it into my mouth, as if I were giving oral sex to a standing man. I sucked intently, the shower head hanging down above me, making it feel like a man's face was looking down at me as I sucked his penis. The black penis between my legs felt like a man rubbing his penis against my vulva. The more I thought about it, the more excited I became, so I involuntarily sped up my sucking, pretending it was about to ejaculate. At that moment, I reached my left hand between my legs and grabbed the big black penis. I found that the penis was covered in sticky, lustful fluid, which was my own. I knew it. I never expected that two fake penises would make me produce so much lustful fluid. I couldn't contain my excitement any longer. I aimed the glans of the black penis at my vagina and thrust it in hard. At that moment, I was satisfied. I let out a groan. It had been a long time since I had enjoyed a penis so unrestrainedly. And

so, with Mr. Shower's penis in my mouth and a strange man's black penis in my hand, I was being watched by the "showerhead" face. At that moment, I fantasized that a strange man was fucking me with a big black penis behind me, and the showerhead above me was Mr. Shower's face, watching me kneeling on the ground sucking his penis. The washing machine and toilet next to me were two other men watching and waiting to fuck me. I suddenly entered my own fantasy world, and I became more and more excited. I could hear the squelching sound of the black penis fucking my pussy and the sucking sound of the white penis in my mouth. In this position, as my left hand sped up, I had my first orgasm. My body convulsed, and I let out satisfied moans. My pussy kept contracting, and I could feel my juices flowing out. Unbelievable !

In just a few minutes, two dildos could bring a beautiful woman like me to orgasm. Even as the orgasm lingered, I was still enjoying the dildos in my mouth and vagina, as if waiting for something, feeling like something was missing, like I hadn't reached the peak yet. Semen, it was semen! I hadn't yet received the semen from both dildos, that hot, spicy semen! God, I couldn't take it anymore! I wanted semen, I wanted the result of fucking—semen! Thinking of this, I became excited again. I pulled out the black dildo, turned around, and lay face down on the ground, taking it into my mouth. I raised my buttocks high towards Mr. "Shower's" dildo, and sat down, pretending that the two of them were taking turns fucking me. The black dildo was still covered in my vaginal fluid; I just assumed it was male fluid, and sucking it gave me even more pleasure. I thrust my body back and forth, using my vaginal can... I fiddled with the dildo on the wall, imagining it was Mr. "Shower" fucking me, my lewd thoughts and positions leading to another orgasm within minutes. This was purely physiological, as I hadn't been this wanton in a long time, both mentally and physically. But without semen, the pleasure was still lacking. After being fucked twice by these two dildos, I finally felt the floor getting a little cold. I slowly stood up, holding the black dildo, and placed it aside. The dildo on the wall was still there, but I didn't want to move it, imagining there was another hard dildo waiting to fuck me. I walked to the showerhead, looking at the thing I had just mistaken for a man's face. I raised my head, closed my eyes, and turned on the shower. With the water spraying from the showerhead, I felt like Mr. "Shower" was kissing my face, like a caress. Slowly

, I gathered my thoughts and washed my body, but I still had a sexual urge and wasn't satisfied. After showering, I dried myself and walked out of the bathroom naked. Usually, I would wear pajamas or wrap myself in a towel, but today I wanted to walk out completely naked because there were two sex toys waiting for me outside. I dried my hair with a hairdryer and walked to the Rain Butterfly. My earlier doubts and curiosity made me pick it up, and I asked myself again, "You're so small, what's so magical about you? What will you do to me?" So I put it on. The elastic band tightly bound my triangle area, leaving several marks on the sensitive area, but the tightness was just right, not too tight or too loose. I also inserted the Jade Butterfly into my vagina, but it wasn't big, a little plump, but I didn't feel much. The part that was outside had a small head that hooked onto my clitoris, and the two wings on both sides that hooked onto my vulva. After putting it on, it felt like a hand was touching my vagina, and that feeling was quite wonderful. I picked up the remote control beside me, thinking, "

It's time for you to show your power. Let me see just how strong you are." With a gentle press of the switch, I cried out almost simultaneously with the vibration of the jade butterfly. "My God, this little guy is amazing! How can this be?" The small glans inserted into my vagina was vibrating incessantly, even wriggling slightly. The small head attached to my clitoris was vibrating and stimulating it. The wings attached to my vulva were also vibrating. My God, this little guy has taken care of all my sensitive areas! My entire body was invigorated by the pleasure from my vulva. All my thoughts were focused on my vulva, and my entire vulva was being... Controlled by a jade butterfly, this was an incredibly miraculous stimulation. This stimulation reignited my sexual desire, and my waning lust was aroused once more. I pressed the remote control again, and this time the jade butterfly vibrated at a different frequency, giving me a different rhythm. It was amazing, so amazing! I almost couldn't stand up. I pressed the switch again, and it adjusted the rhythm to stimulate me once more. This time, I was overwhelmed, completely subdued. I knelt on the ground and quickly pressed the switch again. The result was a different kind of stimulation that set me ablaze. I wanted to turn it off, but it kept teasing me in different ways. Halfway through, I couldn't take it anymore and wanted to take it off, but the stimulating pleasure prevented me from doing so. Instead, I looked forward to even more different kinds of stimulation. Finally ,

I turned off the Jade Butterfly app, and slowly stood up. My desire was still burning from its stimulation. I went to the mirror to see how lewd I looked. Looking at myself in the mirror, the Jade Butterfly on my vulva seemed as lewdly sexy as a pair of sexy underwear. Compared to those so-called "beauty pictures" and "slut pictures" online, I was far superior. Thinking of those "beauties" I'd seen on forums taking selfies outdoors, stimulated by the Jade Butterfly, I also had an urge to take it out for a walk and experience the feeling of being stimulated outdoors. I desperately needed sexual satisfaction; I desperately needed a man. These lewd thoughts drove me, and the Jade Butterfly stimulated me. At this moment, I had lost all reason and other thoughts. I quickly went to the wardrobe, took out the trench coat, because I'd seen many women taking selfies outdoors wearing only a trench coat—it's quick to put on and out of sight, and also quick to strip naked.

I put on my trench coat, revealing only the jade butterfly pendant underneath. I picked up my phone, then took two hundred yuan from my wallet and put it in my pocket, just in case I wandered too far and needed to take a taxi back. Grabbing my keys, I left the house, thinking that if I encountered bad people, they would only take the two hundred yuan and my phone. If they tried to rob me of my virtue, that might be what I secretly desired. It didn't matter. With these lewd thoughts, I left the house. The summer sea breeze was pleasant and easily aroused a woman like me. My hands were in my pockets, my left hand holding the phone, and my right hand… It was a remote control. After leaving the residential area, I walked into the alley, thinking that there were fewer people here, so I would indulge myself here first. Then I turned on the Jade Butterfly. The stimulation was so intense that I could hardly move. I leaned against the wall, deliberately spreading my legs to give the Jade Butterfly more space to stimulate me. My hands were in my pockets, and I felt a sense of restraint, as if I were tied up. When the Jade Butterfly reached its peak, I couldn't take it anymore and wanted to reach out to take it off. But I pretended that my pockets were another man's hands controlling me, pressing me down and not letting me move, letting the Jade Butterfly violate me inside my vagina. I had just stepped out of the house and entered the first alley when I was aroused by the Jade Butterfly .

Unsatisfied, I continued to wander aimlessly through the alley. I encountered several men along the way—middle-aged, young, and old—in small groups. They would all turn around and look at me as they passed by. Every time I walked past a group of men, I would force myself to open the Jade Butterfly, fantasizing that it was one of the men who opened it, that he was violating me, that his hand was touching my vagina. This indulgent mentality, this desire for men to violate me, this unsatisfied and indiscriminate desire, all mixed together, only made me more lewd and more reckless in seeking stimulation. But I knew that this was still near my home. If I were to be with these strange men tonight and then run into them again tomorrow, it would be very embarrassing. Besides, it wasn't that late yet, and there were still many people around. I couldn't be too overbearing in seducing men. I should let the Jade Butterfly stimulate me instead.

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