My first time was with my teacher.

My Chinese grades were quite good in elementary school, so when I entered junior high in the summer of 2003, I didn't consult my parents and boldly and confidently applied to G City No. 1 Middle School.

Afterwards, my parents scolded me for being arrogant and not knowing my own limitations.

Although I was anxious at the time, the application had already been submitted, and there was no point in regretting it now, so I could only leave it to fate.

On the day the admission list was announced, I rushed there early. When I saw my name on the list, I immediately ran back to the Kong Family Compound with great joy, grinning from ear to ear, running around the front and back yards, excitedly telling every neighbor I encountered the good news, as if I had found gold, wanting them to share my happiness.

After hearing the good news, my parents could only smile and say, "This kid is alright!"

Junior high school time passed by so quickly; in the blink of an eye, I was in the second semester of my second year of junior high.

Just then, my original Chinese teacher went on maternity leave, so we got a new one, also a woman named Ai Ying. She was from Tianjin, a little over 22 years old, and had only graduated from university six months prior, having recently been assigned to work in G city.

Because Ms. Ai Ying was unfamiliar with G city and had no one to rely on or trust, she lived alone in a small dormitory room in the teachers' dormitory area on the west side of the school grounds.

My grades in other subjects were average, but my Chinese was exceptionally good; I often had model essays read aloud to the class. Although this aroused some jealousy, no one could outperform me, so they could only suffer in silence.

The new Ms. Ai Ying quickly recognized my potential and often lent me excellent reference books and model essays to help me improve my writing skills.

After getting to know her for a while, I found Ms. Ai Ying to be quite good—kind-hearted and kind. I wonder what other good qualities she has?

Before this, I already had a good impression of Teacher Ai Ying. Of course, due to my long-term masturbation, those bad thoughts naturally began to rise in my mind.

Teacher Ai Ying was actually quite pretty, with a petite and delicate figure. She often wore Lenin suits of different colors, which made her look very energetic and vibrant. On

Teacher Ai Ying's radiant, doll-like face was a small, rosy, pink mouth, like a ripe grape, so tender and red that I sometimes wanted to pounce on it and take a big, satisfying bite.

Above Teacher Ai Ying's slightly upturned nose were a pair of charming eyes similar to Wang Danfeng's (the female lead in the movie "Nurse's Diary"). She also wore gold earrings on her small ears (which were quite a luxury at the time). Her glossy black hair was styled into two long braids, which she constantly swung around. Sometimes, when they accidentally hit my face, the ticklish sensation was quite sexually arousing.

In short, everything about Ms. Ai Ying seemed perfect to me at that moment of heightened sexual desire. My only regret was wondering if she, like me, harbored any bad thoughts or desires…

As fate would have it, the opportunity I had longed for finally arrived.

In a Chinese class in late September, Ms. Ai Ying assigned the students to write an essay titled "My Favorite Person."

After returning home, I spent a great deal of time and effort to finally write a model essay, naturally using Ms. Ai Ying as a model, recounting a touching story about a music teacher from my elementary school days.

After Ms. Ai Ying read my model essay aloud in class, she took advantage of the moment when no one was around to slowly walk up to me and whispered, "Hua She! (Aha! Now I'm revealing my real name. Some netizens might be getting impatient, right? Back then, some people called me Flower Snake or Little Snake. Now that I'm older, I've naturally become Old Snake.) Don't go home after school. Come to my room first. I have something to ask you. Be careful! Don't let anyone see this."

I sensibly nodded in agreement. Ms. Ai Ying smiled at me and then walked over to another female student, seemingly giving her some instructions before leaving.

After school, I pretended to have a stomachache and urgently needed to go to the toilet to relieve myself, thus sending away the classmates who invited me to walk home with them. Taking advantage of the quieter time, I quietly slipped to the door of Ms. Ai Ying's dormitory.

Just as I was about to knock on the door, I heard a "Come in quickly" from inside, and then the door opened.

The moment I stepped inside, the door slammed shut behind me.

Seeing Ms. Ai Ying's strange behavior today, I immediately sensed something was amiss, but I pretended to be innocent and naive, standing obediently in the doorway, seemingly unsure of what to do.

Ms. Ai Ying then came up behind me, took my hand, and led me to her bedside, saying, "Hua She! Please sit here. I have some questions for you."

After I sat down next to her, she silently took my hand and began to stroke it in her warm, soft hand.

After several minutes, I noticed Ms. Ai Ying's face was flushed, and she was slightly panting. So, knowing the answer already, I asked, "Teacher! If you have any questions for me, please ask them now! I'm a little hungry!"

Teacher Ai Ying stuck out her pink, smooth tongue, first licking her dry lips, then taking a deep breath to clear her throat before saying to me, "Hua She! Was the elementary school music teacher you wrote about in your essay modeled after me?"

After saying this, Teacher Ai Ying's two alluring phoenix eyes immediately fixed on my face, a hint of expectation in them.

Seeing Teacher Ai Ying looking at me so sincerely, and not wanting to hide my slight lustful feelings for her... So I nodded and said, "Yes! Teacher, you're so good to me, always taking meticulous care of me in my studies, which has helped me progress quickly in all aspects. I feel there's no one in the world who treats me better than you.

Sometimes I even feel that my mother's care for you is better than yours. I really like you so much, Teacher.

Because I can't usually express my admiration for you, I used you as a model in my composition and wrote about my elementary school music teacher. Teacher! If what I did was wrong, then please criticize me severely now!"

After hearing what I said, Teacher Ai Ying's bright and cheerful face suddenly became particularly charming and beautiful. She first glanced at me with her almond-shaped eyes, and then said to me shyly in a low voice, "Hua She! Besides liking these things about me, what else do you seem to like about me?"

The meaning behind Teacher Ai Ying's words at this time was, of course, very clear. However, I still pretended to be naive and whispered to her, "I don't know about that. If there's anything precious you haven't shared yet, and you're particularly willing to teach me everything you know, I will definitely learn it thoroughly and completely, and I won't let you down in the slightest."

Teacher Ai Ying probably sensed the strong teasing in my words, so she pulled me closer to her, then looked up at me with her slightly flushed face and more rapid breathing, saying, "Hua She! Have you ever seen a woman's naked body?"

I shook my head.

Ms. Ai Ying then asked, "Would you like to see it now?"

I nodded.

Ms. Ai Ying immediately took off her Lenin suit, then unbuttoned two buttons of her plaid shirt. When she pulled up the hem of her bra, a particularly alluring, snow-white belly was immediately and vividly revealed before my eyes.

Then, Ms. Ai Ying grabbed my right hand and slipped it under her unbuttoned bra.

Oh my! My palm immediately touched a bouncy rabbit. After I moved my right hand slightly, another adorable rabbit was eagerly awaiting my arrival.

Although these two rabbits didn't seem very big, they were firm, round, and obedient. In the center of each rabbit's plump belly, there was a flexible protrusion about the length of a knuckle of my middle finger.

When I pinched the supple protrusion with two fingers and gently kneaded it, Teacher Ai Ying immediately started panting. With her alluring phoenix eyes, she said to me, "Hua She! When you knead my breasts, use more force, especially the nipples. Only then will I feel truly comfortable."

Hearing Teacher Ai Ying's instructions, I immediately stood up, pulled her close, and pressed her diagonally onto the bed. I then unbuttoned the rest of her clothes with both hands and grasped her two breasts, which moved like rabbits, and began to knead them wantonly, fulfilling my teacher's command.

Teacher Ai Ying's breasts were cone-shaped, not large, but cream-colored; I could easily hold one in each hand. The only drawback was the large areolas, coupled with the long nipples, which, despite their pink color, always looked a little strange to me.

At this moment, I casually kneaded and shaped Ms. Ai's breasts into various forms, pinched her nipples with my fingers, pulled them outwards, and then pressed them down, forcing them into her bulging breasts.

I hadn't done this more than a dozen times when Ms. Ai trembled all over and pulled away my hands that were ravaging her breasts. Then, she straightened her shirt slightly, casually buttoned a few buttons, turned over, and pinned me down on the bed.

After Ms. Ai Ying lay face down on my stomach, she hurriedly pulled down my pants, then reached between my legs and grabbed my penis, panting as she said, "Hua She! Now listen to me, put your hand inside my panties and quickly touch my pussy, okay?!"

I was already itching for this, so I immediately lifted Ms. Ai Ying's light blue skirt with both hands, then pulled off her self-sewn pure white panties, spread her fair thighs, and quickly covered her hairy pussy with my right hand. Ms. Ai Ying

's pussy felt warm and moist, with many tiny droplets floating on it. Just a light touch with my finger gave me the feeling of something incredibly sticky and slippery. The only major

problem now was that after reaching this point, I didn't know what to do next. I just stood there helplessly, my hand pressed against Teacher Ai Ying's vulva for a long time, sometimes only rubbing it slightly.

At that moment, Teacher Ai Ying held my young penis tightly in her hand. My penis, which hadn't truly been conscious, was just a plump, hard, erect thing, looking so tender and adorable.

As Teacher Ai Ying let out a surprised cry, I felt a large mouthful of warm saliva fall onto my slightly cool belly.

Teacher Ai Ying excitedly squeezed my penis and stroked it downwards, and my round, swollen glans immediately bowed respectfully to the respectable and lovely teacher. The clear, glistening vaginal fluid flowing from my glans seemed to be moved to tears by the teacher's special care. After

stroking my penis up and down a few times, Teacher Ai Ying realized that I hadn't made any further movements into her vulva. So, while continuing to stroke my penis, she shouted at me, "Hua She! Spread Teacher's pussy open now, and poke that opening with your finger, but don't poke too deep, or it will hurt terribly."

Teacher Ai Ying's pussy was quite full. On the high mound of flesh at the top, besides many fine brown pubic hairs, there was a small, slightly outward-splitting slit in the middle of the plump flesh below, like a freshly steamed bun, revealing two tender, thin strips of flesh.

When I spread those two thin strips of flesh apart, inside were all wrinkled, uneven pieces of flesh, which dazzled me at first sight, and I simply didn't know where to start.

With no other options, I could only stick out my fingers and poke randomly in Teacher Ai Ying's places. At this moment, I truly understood the profound meaning of Li Bai's poem, "I cannot see the true face of Mount Lu, because I am in the mountain myself."

Before I could even make a few awkward movements, Ms. Ai Ying immediately broke free from my grasp. Her buttocks slid down my stomach, her back to me, half-squatting between my legs. With one hand supporting my glans, which she had already stroked until it was bright red, and the other hand parting her vulva, she rubbed it vigorously several times.

Then, Ms. Ai Ying stopped there, remaining still for a while, seemingly considering something. Before I could even understand what was happening, her buttocks sank down, and after a crisp "squelch," my plump, white penis was immediately inside a warm, slippery tube of flesh. Just as

I was about to savor the pleasure of the fleshy walls squeezing my penis, Ms. Ai Ying lifted her buttocks again, and just as my glans was about to slip out, her buttocks quickly sank down again.

After repeating this several times, Ms. Ai Ying began to use more and more force, several times thrusting deeply to the bottom, squeezing my testicles painfully, while my glans touched a soft, protruding part at the very back of her vaginal canal. Each time it touched her, Ms. Ai Ying would cry out, "Ouch! Ouch!"

Before she had even finished twenty or so thrusts, a pleasure many times stronger than my usual masturbation surged through me. I felt a tingling sensation in my glans, and then, large gushes of hot semen powerfully sprayed onto Ms. Ai Ying's soft protrusion.

Ms. Ai Ying, already in a state of arousal, was immediately stimulated by my sudden ejaculation, letting out a few cries of "Ah! Ah! Ah!" Then, her body swayed, and she collapsed limply at my feet, panting heavily. And my penis inside her fleshy tube felt as if it were being violently squeezed and crushed by the walls of the tube, giving me a kind of pleasure and joy I had never experienced before.

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