Female students seducing female teachers

A few years ago, because my husband had an affair, I transferred to a junior high school in the countryside to separate from him. I rented a room nearby, hoping to live a simpler

life.

The junior high students in the countryside were very innocent, but there were also some students from wealthy families who lived in villas in the countryside. My class monitor was one of those students; she was not only

smart but also beautiful and pretty.

However, her attitude towards me was beyond that of ordinary students. She often found opportunities to chat with me or ask me academic questions, but the way she looked at me was strange. I initially

thought was just a child's curiosity about a teacher from the city.

Until one day, she wrote me a love letter, filled with words of admiration. I knew that young girls sometimes had misplaced affections for older women; I had done it myself

before . But receiving a love letter from a thirteen-year-old woman at thirty-one years old made me both laugh and cry.

I decided to make her understand the difference between us, so after class I asked her to come to my dorm. She came to my room with a face full of excitement and joy. I coldly

threw her

. "I'm probably not much younger than your mother. Do you know that this is disrespectful to adults?" I said sternly on purpose.

She looked at me in surprise, but her expression suddenly turned stubborn.

"Teacher, I'm willing to express my feelings, but you're not?"

Suddenly I got angry for no reason. On one hand, I was unhappy with my husband, and on the other hand, I was being talked back to by my student. I picked up the long ruler on the table.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Get down on your knees."

She didn't resist. She still looked at me with a strange look. She turned around and lay face down on the bed. I lifted her skirt, preparing to take off her underwear and spank her, but

I found that her snow-white close-fitting underwear covered her round buttocks, and her two mons pubis were slightly raised, with a slight indentation in the middle.

She already had the figure of a mature woman. I thought to myself, "How come young girls these days develop so well?" But I was too embarrassed to take off her underwear. I slapped her hard through the fabric

. Clearly, she'd never been spanked before. She kept her mouth tightly shut, clenching her fists and enduring the pain. I stopped after a few dozen slaps, and she left silently.

I thought she'd hold a grudge forever, but the next day she acted as if nothing had happened, still cheerfully greeting me and asking me questions after class, though no longer engaging in

intimate conversation. I thought to myself, "This girl is smart. Perhaps the spanking made her understand that I'm an adult and she's a child.

" It was probably May of that year when she came to my dorm to ask me questions. Suddenly, she said she wasn't feeling well. I looked at her; her face was indeed pale,

and was sweating.

So I asked, "What should we do? Should we go back?"

She said, "Let me lie down for a bit, and I'll feel better."
I
let her lie down on my bed.

She said, "I'm sorry for troubling you."

I said, "It's okay, don't worry about it. How is it?" "Do you want some water?"

she asked. "No need," she replied, "just need you to stay with me for a while."

So I said, "Okay. As long as I'm with you, it'll be easy. "

After a while, she said in a pained voice, "Excuse me, could you massage my back?" I saw she was sweating a lot, so I vigorously

massaged her back.

Then she said, "Excuse me. Could you take off

my bra? I'm so tired." I had no choice but to take it off for her. Because she was wearing a tight-fitting shirt, I first unbuttoned it and then opened the back clasp. For a thirteen-year-old girl, her breasts

were quite large, about twice the size of mine. The bra she was wearing wasn't for little girls, but for adults, and it was quite high-end. But what did it

matter ?

I kept massaging her back like a fool. She kept saying sorry, sorry in a sincere apologetic voice, and I kept saying don't mind, don't mind

.

Soon, she started sobbing.

"What's wrong?" I said.

"Nothing." "

How can there be nothing wrong? Tell me honestly."

"I often feel this way. I can't even help myself. I feel so lonely, so sad, so helpless, and nobody cares about me. When sadness overwhelms me, I end up like this

. I can't sleep well at night, and I can't eat. Only when I come to you, teacher, do I feel happy."

"Why is that? Tell me."

So she said her family wasn't happy. She couldn't love her parents, and they didn't love her either. She said her father had another woman and rarely came home. Her mother

was half-mad because of this and beat her almost every day to vent her anger. She said it was painful every time she went home, and then she burst into tears. Her lovely eyes were filled with tears.

Seeing her like that, even God would shed tears. So I said, since going home is so painful, why don't you come to my house to play during your free time?

She hugged me tightly and looked at me, saying, "I'm so sorry. I really don't know

what I would do . Don't abandon me. If you abandon me, I don't know where I'll go." "

There was no other way, so I hugged its head and comforted it, saying 'Sweetie.' I thought to myself, the reason she wrote me love letters back then was simply because she lacked maternal love; perhaps I had misunderstood her.

At that moment, her hand went around to my back and stroked me. After a while, I felt a strange sensation. My body felt like it was on fire.

Wasn't it? I was embracing a beautiful girl, like a figure cut from a painting. Perhaps it was because my sensitive back hadn't been touched

like this She stroked my back all over, and the way she stroked was very

provocative, even more so than my husband. I knew that with each stroke, my mental defenses gradually relaxed. What a powerful

technique ! By the time I realized it, my face was flushed, and I was almost surrendering to her. I gasped and

said, 'Don't do this, go away.' Although I said that, in my heart..." I even had a sliver of hope that she was touching me.

She stood up too, and her gaze returned to that strange look she used to have. Only then did I realize it was a look full of desire, as if she could strip

me naked with just her eyes.

She unbuttoned her skirt, leaving her in only a pair of pure white underwear. She was thirteen, I was thirty-one… But when I saw her body, I was devastated.

It's still vivid in my mind. I couldn't believe that was the body of a thirteen-year-old girl, and I still can't. Standing in front of her, my body was so

ugly that I burst into tears, filled with shame.

"Teacher, it felt good just now, didn't it? Don't resist your desires anymore."

Her intense gaze was fixed on me as she slowly approached. I was clearly more than ten years older than her, yet I involuntarily retreated towards the helpless girl.

I was forced against the table, unable to move.She slowly approached me, and I felt her intense gaze upon me. Suddenly, I felt inexplicably shy, and I

turned my head away, panting softly.

She began to slowly unbutton my white shirt.

"No!" My face grew hotter and hotter.

She pulled my shirt open to the sides.

"Teacher, relax, I'll make you feel good."

With a hook of her hand, she unhooked my semi-transparent lace bra, exposing my small breasts to her. My helpless hands trembled slightly as I pressed them against the table. I realized

I had absolutely no resistance. The shame of my exposed breasts, the humiliation of my body being inferior to a little girl, overwhelmed me.

"Teacher, so cute."

"Mmm," I groaned, trembling all over. She gently and skillfully teased my already erect pink nipples, sending a strange and intense

pleasure .

She gently bit and licked my nipples, while her right hand began to caress my back, abdomen, and buttocks.

I didn't know what to do, and could only keep saying "No, no, I can't do this" like a fool. For some reason... my body was completely paralyzed.

Although I was almost old enough to be her mother, and taller and larger than her at thirteen, I could only lie there, letting her caress my body. The petite

girl, while sucking on my nipple,

glanced upwards, watching my shy, flushed expression, as if observing whether she could subdue me.

Being caressed like this by a young girl, my adult pride slowly crumbled. I frowned, enduring the pleasure emanating from my nipples and back, but couldn't help but gasp and moan.

I finally realized she was a seasoned lesbian. She clearly knew the techniques of caressing. For someone who hadn't experienced sexual pleasure in a long time, and

whose sexual experience had only been with one man

, I had no ability to resist. Like an inexperienced virgin encountering a seasoned playboy, my entire body was honestly reacting physiologically, only able to guard

the last bastion of my psyche, maintaining my adult pride.

She suddenly smiled and glanced at me casually a few times!

She was so close! Close enough to smell her fragrance.

Her long, flowing hair cascaded over her right shoulder, her snow-white shoulders tracing two graceful arcs in the room. Her lips parted slightly, a smile playing at the corners; beneath her upturned

eyelashes , a pair of captivating eyes gazed at me with deep affection.

"Teacher, is it comfortable?"

Her entire body pressed against mine, her breasts like solidified milk, pinkish-white tinged with a hint of wine, rising and falling gently with my breath, a feeling of pleasure

emanating them.

She tilted her innocent face upwards. Suddenly, her lips drew near. The instant our lips touched, she parted her small mouth

slightly , her warm breath filling my mouth.

Her other hand climbed onto my chest and shoulder, her tongue darting out. I was completely unprepared; she hooked my tongue around hers. She teased my tongue with hers, then

sucked on it with her lips. I weakly enjoyed the feeling of kissing a woman. Her lips were so soft, unlike a man's. I had only kissed my husband once, and had been too disgusted

to try again.

Kissing a girl is a very enjoyable feeling. When she pulled away, her lips were smeared with a silvery strand of saliva. She looked at my almost dazed expression and

said shyly, "Don't look at me," unaware that I was already almost conquered by this young girl.

One hand roamed over my waist and buttocks, while the other began to wander over my thighs, my erogenous zones. She skillfully caressed and kneaded them, and

even through the sheer stockings, the stimulation

came in waves. When her fingers slipped into my tight skirt, my long, slender legs instinctively squeezed together slightly.

But she skillfully moved between my thighs, where I was already soaking wet. It's so embarrassing to think about. Being that wet

was a first for me. I

thought I was sexually indifferent, so this situation left me a little bewildered. Then, her slender, soft

fingers rubbed my full breasts. The feeling was completely different from when a man used his rough, hard fingers. It was truly wonderful: like being

tickled with a feather. My brain was about to explode, my soul was about to leave my body. I could feel that even through the thin stockings and underwear, my skin

was already soaked through, so wet and tender that it reached her fingers.

She massaged me, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, skillfully stimulating my most sensitive areas, rubbing between her fingers, sometimes gently pinching them. I couldn't help but arch my back,

the pleasure from between my thighs spreading to my abdomen

. Finally, I lost, and I cried. It was a kind of humiliation where my body and mind had submitted. I could no longer control the excitement in my body, coupled with the humiliation of submitting to someone

more than ten years younger than me and

my student. I cried helplessly.

She looked at me with a hint of smugness in her eyes. She knew she had conquered me. She could play with me, an older adult, at will. She deliberately showed me her sticky fingers.

I blushed and lowered my head.

Suddenly, she turned around and hugged my limp body. I immediately collapsed onto the table, kneeling with my buttocks raised and my back to her.

She stroked my round buttocks through my tight skirt. Because of my bent-over posture, the skirt clung to my buttocks, making them appear firmer. This position made me very shy.

"Wow~, teacher, your butt feels so good!" I was already a submissive slave, only able to honestly tremble my body

. "Teacher, do you remember when you spanked my butt?"

I remained silent, just panting, enduring the stimulation from my buttocks

. "I want to spank teacher's butt too!"

Upon hearing the humiliation of spanking, I immediately begged not to.

But the more humiliated I felt, the more she enjoyed the pleasure of toying with an adult. She deliberately pressed down on the hem of my tight skirt and slowly pulled it up. I shyly squeezed my legs together.

"What a beautiful butt."

Being pulled up by the skirt, revealing my stockings and underwear, was an unprecedented shame. I thought she was going to start spanking me, and I waited nervously, but unexpectedly,

she pressed down on my stockings and

ripped them off, revealing my close-fitting white lace underwear. I turned away in shame and pleaded,

"Please, that's enough, don't take it off anymore."

Seeing my distress, she laughed, revealing a mischievous little girl's expression

. "No, to make the teacher more obedient, you have to take off your panties and spank me."

I couldn't help but cry again, but I could only obediently kneel and prostrate myself on the table.

"Teacher, you're so conservative, wearing white panties,"

she said, pulling down my panties. Finally, my last line of defense was stripped away. I never imagined that a thirteen-year-old girl would take off my panties. The

humiliation of my dignity and privacy made me groan. My tender, full buttocks were exposed before her.

When her delicate, feminine hand touched my buttocks, I tensed up. She slapped me hard, and the pain made me cry out,

"Teacher, no! I didn't cry out in pain when you hit me!"

She slapped me mercilessly.I honestly cried out in pain. Besides the pain and heat in my buttocks, I also felt a strange sensation coming from my private parts.

"No, no!" She hit harder and harder, and I couldn't help but plead like a child.

Finally, she stopped. I could feel my tender buttocks were already red and sore.

Unexpectedly, her fingers suddenly slid into my wet and tender body. I couldn't help but tremble. I pleaded with tears in my eyes,

"Please, stop!"

"Teacher, will you listen to me from now on?"

I felt very useless. My body was already twisting involuntarily. I endured the rubbing of her fingers inside my body and nodded.

"If you don't listen, you'll get a spanking."

I felt more and more itchy inside my body. Suddenly, a series of hot waves twitched involuntarily inside my lower abdomen and pubic bone. I groaned and collapsed. It was shameful to be played with to

orgasm , but this

feeling of pleasure spread throughout my body.

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/31407.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=31407&aspx=1

Previous Page : A dancer's one-night stand

Next Page : The flirtatious newlywed secretary

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

Female students seducing female teachers

comment Open a new window to view comments