My Ecstasy First Night with My Teacher

After several agonizing days, the students applying for vocational high school left with mixed feelings of joy and regret.
Eleven of us, including myself, stayed behind to participate in the interviews three days later. Three teachers remained: a
school leader, our graduating class's homeroom teacher, and a female music teacher. She stayed
to tutor us in arts and physical education to prepare for the interviews.

It's actually quite ridiculous. At my school at that time, to improve the college entrance examination pass rate,
we didn't even have classes for subjects like history, geography, and physiology, and we didn't even have textbooks for them, because these subjects were
n't covered in the high school entrance exam. Only music was an exception, because it was somewhat relevant to the teacher's school entrance exam. So, surprisingly, there was
a music course.

The tense atmosphere of the high school entrance exam finally passed. We breathed a sigh of relief, and everyone was happy.
This happiness didn't involve any tricks or thrills; it came from within,
the burden of years of hard study finally lifted. So, the boys and girls went shopping together, no longer afraid of the rumors spreading everywhere.

For most of us, going to the county town at fourteen or fifteen was a first for us, so
we were inevitably excited and marveled at the city's prosperity, although now it seems insignificant compared to what we experienced then. We
walked all afternoon, our legs were sore, walking on paved roads was much harder than walking on mountain paths.
After dinner, they invited the teacher to go to the movies. I didn't go because I didn't have any money. I stayed
in the hotel alone, took a hot shower, and then comfortably lay in bed watching TV. Actually, TV was just as new to me;
we'd never had one at home.

While watching TV, I was also doing something else: admiring my
penis seemed to be getting longer over the past year or two. When it was soft, it didn't change much, just the glans gradually
becoming more exposed. But in the mornings and evenings, it would become long and hard, making me very uncomfortable. When

I pulled down my underwear to look at it, it would get hard; after watching TV for a while and ignoring it, it would go soft. It was quite
interesting . I had no idea what the point of it being so long was. I guess a man's body grows along with his body as he grows up,
right ?

A moment later, I heard a knock at the door. I wondered who it could be. I quickly got dressed, opened the door, and was quite surprised.
It was my music teacher, standing in the doorway wearing a long pink dress (years later I learned it was called a nightgown), looking absolutely stunning. 　　Actually, my music teacher was quite petite, maybe a little over 1.5 meters tall, but very beautiful. Her breasts and hips were always prominently displayed, very eye-catching. She sang beautifully, her voice clear, melodious, and elegant. She could also dance. She had danced at a school party once, and one of her moves involved extending her leg into the air, revealing her jade-like legs beneath her dress. I gasped when I saw it. Really! With such talent she married a school director, which was quite enviable. 　　A few times I asked her for music advice in person. She had a faint, pleasant fragrance that none of the girls in my class had. Later I learned she used expensive perfume. Ah, there were so many things I didn't know back then. 　　The teacher was standing right in front of me. I smelled that familiar, faint fragrance again. Her snow-white shoulders were only covered by the two straps of her pink dress, which revealed half of her full breasts and a considerable portion of her calves. Looking at her gentle smile, I felt awkward for a moment. I stammered, "Teacher, didn't you go to the movies?" 　　She smiled slightly, "Of course not. Come over here, I have something to tell you." 　　I closed the door and followed her. Her dress swayed back and forth, quite alluring. For a moment, I felt a sinful impulse—if only I could lift her skirt… But I didn't dare. Soon we arrived at the teacher's room. (Because she was the only female teacher, she had a single room). 　　Her room was quite luxurious, and I couldn't help but look around. She closed the door and asked me to sit down on the edge of the bed. I thought she would ask me to review the musical notation. We usually answered questions standing up, and I felt a little uncomfortable being asked to sit down. 　　I sat down nervously, and she gracefully sat opposite me, asking kindly how my recent exams , which subjects I did well on, which questions I didn't do well on, and which schools I planned to apply to if my grades were good. She even asked about my future aspirations. 　　For the first time in my life, I felt so close to my teacher, and I gradually opened up, speaking more freely. Suddenly, the teacher asked me, "Lin, I heard you have a girlfriend at school, is that true?" 　　"Teacher, no, those are just rumors from my classmates." 　　To be honest, I didn't have a girlfriend because my parents repeatedly told me that finding a girlfriend in junior high would only lead to trouble. I understood our family's situation; there was no other way out but to study hard and strive for success, so I always respected myself. There were a few pretty girls in my class, and I just glanced at them a few times. Actually, I could never define what "pretty" meant, and I didn't understand why I would glance at them a few times. 　　"You're so handsome, your grades are so good, and you're so active. It seems like some girls are always chasing after you." 　　"I know studying is more important, so I haven't paid any attention to them," I answered honestly. 　　"That's not the reason, is it? The girls in your class say your eyes are always wandering. Tell the teacher what you're looking at?" The teacher approached me with a sweet smile and asked teasingly. 　　To be honest, the curves of the girls' bodies, outlined by their dresses that covered their chests, were really beautiful. But I didn't dare to answer. 　　"You're hesitant to say? Actually, when you look at the girls, they don't blame you. They even think you're looking." 　　"What are they thinking? Take you, for example. Your beard is so long, you're a grown man, and you're thinking about girls..." 　　My ears turned red. 　　"What's there to be embarrassed about? It's perfectly normal. It's weird if you don't think about them." 　　Suddenly, I felt confident. It turned out that looking at girls wasn't a sin. So I answered "Teacher, some girls are indeed beautiful..." 　　The teacher smiled brightly. "What's so pretty about it?" 　　I blushed and didn't answer. 　　"Is it prettier than the teacher?" 　　"No, absolutely not."

"Do you usually look at me?"

"I don't dare."

"Why?"

"Because you're my teacher."

"Do you want to look?"

In that instant, a fire seemed to burn inside me, a fire that raged through my stomach with
each pounding of my heart. I wanted to breathe, but I dared not. My face was flushed; I could feel it.

I looked up at my teacher, and I realized how beautiful she was. Her eyes were so full of affection, her smile
so kind, her words so gentle. I really wanted to hug her tightly. But I didn't dare; I just stared
blankly .

My teacher looked at me, and like a ten-year-old child, smiled mischievously. She gently walked up to me,
reached out and covered my eyes with her hands, whispering, "Get up, close your eyes, don't open them."

I obediently stood up, closed my eyes, and stopped thinking, because the beautiful
body of the woman I had always dreamed of seeing was about to appear before me. At that moment, time would freeze, beauty would be eternal,
my heart would stop beating, and perhaps, I would even cry…

I felt the teacher taking off my clothes, then my pants, including my underwear. The teacher's soft
hands roamed over my body, the feeling like the caress my mother gave me when she called me "good girl" when I cried
. It was so gentle. I was obedient, letting my clothes and pants slide down,
letting my naked body appear before the teacher, without feeling surprised or uncomfortable.

I seemed to hear my teacher saying from afar, "Lin, you have a great body, so many muscles. You must
work very hard."

I only replied softly, "Yes."

"Is your penis usually this big?"

"No."

"It's so big, it'll grow even bigger."

"Really?"

"Of course, it's so beautiful."

Suddenly, I felt my penis grow even bigger, almost painfully swollen.

My teacher hugged me, her hot and soft breasts pressed against my chest. I almost suffocated.

"Open your eyes."

I opened my eyes, panting, and saw my teacher's affectionate eyes and her flushed cheeks. Her
clothes had been pulled down to her waist, and her two large breasts were fully exposed before my eyes. She rubbed her breasts against my chest
, and for the first time, I truly touched her soft, water-like body. We sat on the bed, and I
hugged my teacher's waist, lying in her arms like a child, looking at her and enjoying this dreamlike happiness.

I gently stroked my teacher's beautiful breasts with one hand. My other hand couldn't even hold them all. As I
kneaded her breasts , I gazed at my teacher's radiant smile. I can't describe the feeling; it
was so intoxicating, so mesmerizing. My teacher leaned down, and her rounded nipple was right in my mouth. I
gently sucked on it, afraid of accidentally ruining such a beautiful work of art. Then I heard her
gentle, fairy-like voice, "Am I beautiful, teacher?"

"Beautiful, teacher, you're so beautiful. There's no one more beautiful than you in the world. Teacher, your breasts are the most beautiful;
all the girls in the class have such small breasts."

"Really? Aren't you envious?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll gouge out your eyes."

"Teacher, don't gouge out my eyes! Let me see! I'm not a bad person. Teacher, if anyone bullies you in the future
, I'll have eyes to protect you."

My teacher smiled, a very sweet smile.

"Teacher, there are no bones in your breasts, how come they're so high?"

"They're high so you can see them. You're such an ignorant child. Stand up straight, I ca
n't you anymore."

I got up from the teacher's arms and sat facing her. I admired her firm breasts again.
Usually, I could only see a small patch of white skin under her neckline, I had no idea that such a beautiful
work of art was hidden below, with such a deep cleavage. I squeezed her breasts with both hands, pressed the teacher down on the bed, and
rubbed them hard. The teacher lay down gently, closing her eyes.

Her breasts were so white, so tender. They were irresistible. After a while, I heard her
moan softly. I said, "Teacher, is it uncomfortable when I'm pressing on you?"

"No."

"No, if you're uncomfortable, I won't touch you."

The teacher smiled and sat up, touching my wet penis with one hand, and asked me, "Is it comfortable?"

I felt an unusual itch on my glans, but the more it itched, the more comfortable it felt. I said, "It tickles."

"I felt the same way when you touched my breasts."

"I heard you moaning, and I was afraid I'd hurt you."

"Idiot, if I hurt you, wouldn't I have told you to be gentler?"

"Then I'd let you touch them again."

"No more touching, are you going to touch them until dawn? You're so pathetic."

I stared at the teacher, stunned for a long time. I so wanted to touch her breasts again. If I had breasts like that,
I would touch them every day. It seems I can't touch them today, and I definitely won't be able to touch them in the future. I suddenly
felt an unprecedented sense of loss. I almost wanted to cry.

But then I suddenly realized that the teacher wasn't angry; her face was even redder. So I mischievously said, "Teacher,
I saw your legs at the school's evening party before. They were so white and long. I want to see them."

The teacher smiled happily, then scolded, "Pathetic, you're not allowed to look." As she spoke,
she pressed down on her skirt at the waist with one hand.

"Linlin is quite something, look!" Then I tickled her armpit. The teacher couldn't help it and let
go. I grabbed the skirt and pulled it down. The teacher grabbed my hand and said very seriously, "You're only allowed to look at legs."

"I promise." -- Actually, at the time, I didn't know what else was interesting to look at besides legs.

The teacher then grabbed my skirt and said, "No, you definitely won't keep your word."

I was puzzled. What else could be interesting besides legs? Men all have a penis
, because they're men, women don't, but that doesn't mean it's strange. It's normal
that the teacher doesn't have one; I won't make a fuss about it.

I knew answering honestly was pointless. I just kept tickling her, and when she freed her hand to block me, I
took the opportunity to pull down her skirt. Her bright red panties and two beautiful, full thighs were revealed. I was extremely excited and
almost bit her.

I held her thighs with both hands and kept groping them. I felt the perfect curves of her body, and my
excitement was indescribable. I leaned over her and hugged her tightly. I so wished she was my future wife,
my lover. I whispered in her ear, "Teacher, you are so beautiful. Let me kiss you."

I gently kissed her blushing cheek. She hugged me back. We kissed, both of us
panting.

After a while, we stopped, and I asked her, "Teacher, does it feel good when I touch your thighs?"

"How does it feel when I touch your thighs?"

I knew she was teasing me again.

I suddenly realized my penis was soft. Usually, this thing is always hard one minute and soft the next, so I
don't pay much attention to it. But then I remembered the teacher repeatedly telling me I was only allowed to look at her thighs. Hmph,
there must be something pretty under her panties too. Suddenly, I remembered that women have vaginas down there, and those things must be beautiful.

How could I see them? I pondered for a moment. Then I glanced under the bed and
said to the teacher in a serious tone, "Teacher, there's something on the floor, come and see."

The teacher hunched over, supporting herself with her hands as she looked towards the bed. Her two breasts, hanging in front of her chest, swayed back and forth
, like cows. I didn't care about looking. I sat up and pulled down her panties.

The teacher cried out "Ah!" and rolled over, pounding her fists at me. I ignored her hitting me, first pulling
down , then hugging her and saying, "Good teacher, don't hit me." The teacher stopped, panting heavily,
her chest rising and falling, making her even more beautiful.

"You broke your promise."

"Teacher, you're so beautiful, and you don't have a penis, so your lower area must be even more beautiful."

The teacher smiled happily. "Isn't your penis beautiful?"

"I don't know if it's beautiful or not. But I'm sure your lower area will be very beautiful."

The teacher covered her lower area with both hands, and I tickled her again. As soon as she let go, one of my hands went over to claim
the space.

Apart from the tender flesh and the slightly rough pubic hair on it, I felt very wet.
But I didn't feel disgusted.

I said knowingly, "Teacher, even though you don't have a penis, you still get wet."

"Idiot, fool, good-for-nothing..." The teacher laughed and scolded me. She punched me a few more times.
I parried a few times with her, and the teacher calmed down.

We sat facing each other on the bed, and I gently stroked her private parts with my hand. The teacher cooperated by opening her legs, and I could see more
clearly. I then remembered that the little girl next door had a similar vulva, only without hair and smaller. The teacher
's vulva was so much prettier! A vertical line ran down the center of her flat stomach, separating two delicate mounds of flesh—
it looked absolutely symmetrical and perfect.

I said, "Teacher, these two mounds of flesh are really interesting," and the teacher just laughed and smacked me.

Later I learned that those were the labia. Separating the labia, I saw two pink labia minora and a wet
area below. I tried to touch it downwards; there was an opening in the wet area. I probed inside—it was so deep! Inside, it
was sticky and slippery, just like water. I smeared the fluid on and around the labia majora. The teacher's familiar moans came again.

As soon as I heard her voice, my penis became hard. I didn't care about anything else; I just wanted to make the teacher feel itchy. I
sat next to the teacher, one hand around her waist, the other smearing the fluid upwards. I noticed a protrusion on either side of the middle of her labia majora
; the teacher's moans were the loudest there. So I focused on touching that area.

Later I learned that it was called the clitoris, the most sensitive spot for a woman sexually. I was incredibly excited; I
knew the teacher would never call me an idiot again. Later, the teacher moved her legs open and closed, her
labia opening and closing beautifully.

My penis throbbed with a burning pain. I wanted to insert it into her vagina. But I didn't know if the teacher
liked it. I tried asking, "Teacher, I want to put my penis inside you." The teacher laughed.

"You'll ejaculate as soon as you go in. Let me do it for you first."

The teacher held my rock-hard penis in her hand and rubbed it back and forth with the fluid. After a few strokes, I
felt countless insects crawling all over my body. I just tried to lift my penis forward, followed by a "humph." Besides
an absolutely ecstatic itch on my penis, I stopped breathing, my mind went blank, and I knew nothing
.

About ten seconds passed before I finally let out a long breath and came back to my senses. I leaned against my teacher's chest,
looking at my half-erect penis and the large, sticky mess in her hand, breathing heavily.
The teacher said, "You've ejaculated so much." I asked what it was for. I knew my question was utterly
stupid, but I asked anyway.

The teacher scolded me again, "You'll have babies with this! It's your penis inserted here, then
you ejaculate inside, and you'll get pregnant, you pig."

I nodded, half-understanding. I got some clean water and waited for the teacher to wash her hands. Then I got back to bed and touched
her wet spot again; it was still very moist. I said, "Teacher, if I insert it, will you get pregnant
?"

The teacher said, "No. I use contraception."

I immediately got excited, pushed the teacher down, and prepared to penetrate her. The teacher's buttocks wiggled
, and I just couldn't get in. I threatened the teacher, "I'm going to tickle you."

The teacher said, "If you dare tickle me, I won't let you in."

I immediately surrendered, "Then I won't tickle you, okay?"

The teacher obediently lay down on the bed, raised her legs, and I knelt down opposite her, raising my erect penis
to insert it. The teacher was very gentle; she used one hand to help my penis enter. It was so warm and moist inside, and I
couldn't help but start thrusting back and forth. The teacher moaned as she tightened her labia. I felt my penis was
a little , so I didn't dare to move too much. I asked the teacher, "Will you feel uncomfortable if I thrust faster?"

"Just keep thrusting. As long as there's moisture, it'll feel good. The more you thrust, the itchier it will be inside." The teacher
found a pillow to put under her back, touching her labia with one hand while watching me thrust back and forth inside. I then remembered to touch...
Touching the teacher's clitoris made her feel very itchy.

After a while, I realized I had to make sure she enjoyed it, so I lay down on the bed sideways, had the teacher
curl up her legs, and inserted my penis between her legs. This way, I could use one hand to reach up to her clitoris from
one leg, and it worked very well. The teacher's moans grew louder. I never believed before
that her seemingly painful expression was actually her most pleasurable.

I didn't care about rhythm; I just instinctively attacked. She panted as she gently
taught me how much pressure to apply to her clitoris, saying, "Lighter, lighter, that's good, wait." I slowly
learned to adjust, and I was happy to satisfy the teacher in the best way possible.

After about five or six minutes, I heard the teacher's breathing become even heavier. My penis was also squeezed tighter,
almost making it difficult to go in and out. I tried my best to thrust inside. I felt like I was going to ejaculate. But I knew the teacher's most
pleasurable moment was coming, and if I ejaculated this time, I would go soft. How could I do that to the teacher?

My guilt took over at that particular moment, but the urge to ejaculate vanished, and my penis didn't seem as hard as before. Without an erection, the teacher wouldn't feel any pleasure. So I tried to get hard again,
but the urge to ejaculate returned. I was in a rush. I had to slow down, inserting deeply and then
slowly withdrawing, trying to minimize friction.

Fortunately, the teacher's moans were still loud; now I realize it was because one hand was constantly stroking
her clitoris. Just as I was caught in the dilemma of whether to ejaculate or not, she hugged me tightly,
let out an "Ah!" followed by a spasm throughout her body. At the same time, it seemed as if a powerful muscle suddenly appeared inside her,
forcing my penis out, and her buttocks arched backward…

It took a long time for the teacher to calm down. She closed her eyes, panting, as if she were very, very tired. I placed a pillow for
her and helped her lie down. I stroked her black hair, admiring the teacher's sweet sleeping posture.
The teacher opened her eyes, looked at me with satisfaction, and asked, "Want to insert again?" I said yes.

I inserted it in the same position as before, and just as my hand touched her clitoris, she snatched my hand away.
"Just do what feels good to you, I've already orgasmed."

"Don't you want to orgasm again?"

"No, besides, you can't do it." I really couldn't. I almost couldn't hold back just now.
So my penis moved freely inside, I relaxed, and I couldn't ejaculate inside. It
just stayed hard. The teacher laughed at me, she made me lie on the bed, she sat on my lap, and used her vagina to thrust in and out of me.

I admired her trembling breasts again, there was still a lot of fluid flowing from her vagina, and her speed
was fast, and gradually I felt like I was going to ejaculate. But I realized that the teacher was very tired, and I didn't want to ejaculate yet. I made her
get down, and I used the position we started with, kneeling and inserting into her from the opposite side. I was completely absorbed in the experience, admiring
how beautiful my teacher's labia were, manipulating them with my hand as I thrust.

She had me lean over her, and she held my waist, helping me to penetrate even deeper. It worked wonders
; I immediately felt the urge to ejaculate, and I wanted to thrust even deeper. In that instant, I felt like
a floodgate had been opened, and an uncontrollable gush of semen shot out. My buttocks pressed tightly forward
. My mind went blank again, but I liked the feeling. After a while, I finally relaxed and
came to my senses. I lay on top of my teacher, panting, unwilling to leave.

The teacher smiled gently and pushed me away,
then found some toilet paper to wipe her vagina and my penis clean. She touched my soft penis and said, "This thing of yours, I wonder how many female
classmates it will harm in the future."

I said seriously, "Let's make a wish for our penis, that it will only do good things and not bad things,
okay?" We both laughed.

Afterwards, we lay naked on the bed chatting, like siblings talking, when suddenly we heard
the voices of our classmates coming back from the movie! I quickly got dressed and reluctantly left.
I didn't sleep that night. For the next two days, I spent two more blissful nights with the teacher.

After that, I occasionally saw other women, but none of them were as blissful as those nights with the teacher. I don't
know why. But I never had the chance to see the teacher again. I heard her husband got a promotion, and she went with him to
a faraway place. I've always missed her. I've never blamed my teacher for seducing me. After all, she
was just a mortal with emotions and desires, and besides, she taught me how to be a man.

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