My female teacher

Chapter One: The Beginning of Hesitation
Three years ago today, the date still haunts my dreams. It feels like it happened yesterday…
My surname is Meng, and I live in Shanghai. Three years ago, I attended a prestigious high school. The strict education I received from a young age instilled in me a habit of focusing solely on my studies, oblivious to the outside world. Therefore, the teachers had high expectations for me, hoping I would add another entry to the school's list of top universities. (Note: The list of top universities was set up by our school for students who were admitted to excellent universities, supposedly to motivate younger students. But I found that the consequences for students who made the list were quite tragic—a senior named Li entered a prestigious university in Shanghai last year, but he was so excited that he had a heart attack… so his name was surrounded by a chalk box drawn around it by his classmates.) I wasn't particularly interested in this monument to longevity; I was pretty tough anyway (Note: After the following incident, I felt my life was destined for hardship).
Winter break arrived, and for me, then a senior in high school, I didn't feel any panic. Looking out the window at the withered leaves, fallen by the last vestiges of the season, my thoughts had drifted far away.
Ring, ring, ring… the urgent ringing of the telephone interrupted my reverie. I turned and picked up the phone: "Hello, this is Meng. You are…
Meng, this is Teacher Gao."
"Ah, Teacher Gao, hello!
Hello, are your parents home today?" "
Unfortunately, they're at work today (who's still resting on the eighth day of the lunar month). "
"Okay, then I'll come to your house today." "
But they're not home. Will it be alright if you come…
It's alright, I mainly wanted to see you. Goodbye…" She hung up.
(Note: Teacher Gao, around 30 years old, married, a classic middle-aged woman, still quite attractive. She has a daughter who just started kindergarten and is now a senior high school Chinese teacher and my class's homeroom teacher. She was formerly the senior high school grade leader, but unfortunately, she had a loose tongue and said something she shouldn't have, resulting in her demotion.)
I put down the phone. I continued to appreciate this bleak winter afternoon scene.
About an hour later, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and invited our lady into the living room. "
Your house is quite big." "
It's alright, only four bedrooms and two living rooms.
How's the soundproofing?"
I looked at her strangely, and she seemed to realize that the question was rather abrupt. "
I came today mainly to find out how your review went during the winter break." She quickly changed the subject. "
Oh, not bad." I answered while serving her the coffee I had just brewed. "
Let me see your homework."
I obediently piled the homework from my room onto the coffee table. I then sat down next to her. (Later I realized that it was this casual action that caused my virginity... sigh!!!)
She held the coffee in one hand and casually flipped through my homework with the other.
"Meng, why is this blank?" she said, pointing to the math test paper. (She's a Chinese teacher.)
This... Just then, she deliberately moved the coffee quickly to my lips with her left hand. I was startled by her action and raised my right hand to touch the cup. She then casually poured hot coffee between my legs.
I stood up in surprise: "I'm sorry, Ms. Gao, I didn't mean to..."
I should be the one apologizing to you. "Here, quickly get a rag."
I ran into the kitchen, grabbed a relatively clean rag, and came out.
"Come on, sit down, let me wipe you." (Every man knows that a woman wiping your private parts wouldn't be thinking about anything else, right?)
But I still held onto a sliver of hope, thinking: she's a woman with a family, her child is in kindergarten, and she's quite pretty. Even if she's had some setbacks in her career, she's still a sacred candle. Looking back now, I was so naive and innocent!
I handed her the rag.
She took the rag, a strange smile on her face. "
Come on, stand up straight, Ms. Gao will wipe you clean." She suddenly knelt down, slowly moving her hands between my legs, gently waving the rag. But this is a man's most sensitive spot; the slightest provocation could send me into a state of arousal.
Teacher Gao gradually increased the speed of her rubbing, slowly applying more force. I started to feel aroused. Just as I was about to straighten up, I immediately knelt down and nervously said, "Teacher Gao... it's... okay, thank you... thank you."
How can this be? It's not dry yet!
But it can't be done in a short time... it can't be done right now.
I can make it (you) do it.
What, what are you saying?
Meng, don't you understand?
I don't understand!!
Her right hand grabbed my penis with lightning speed (I was still a virgin at that time).
It's hard, and you still say you don't know!
I stood up and slapped her hand away: Teacher Gao, I... I respect you as a teacher, but... but... but you are too...
too much, tell me. She looked up at me.
Too... too lacking in self-respect!!
Okay, Meng, you said it yourself, I am a lacking in self-respect. In a few days, I will tell everyone at school that Meng said I lack self-respect. Think about how the other teachers and students will treat you? I don't care, I've lost my group leader position, at most I'll lose my job, but it's different for you, you still have a bright future, right, my 'macho' man?
You...you...
I don't need to say much to you, even if I don't tell anyone, I handled your student registration card myself, I just need to make a few changes, and your future will be...
Don't say anymore, what do you want to do?
I want, I want to see your 'penis'. (She didn't know I was still a virgin at the time)
This...I suddenly felt my face burning.
No, not this. As she spoke, she stood up and skillfully pulled my pants down forcefully. Because it was winter, she couldn't pull my pants down all at once, oh, quite conservative.
She withdrew her hands, unbuttoned her long skirt, and took it off in one go.
I was stunned—she wasn't wearing underwear, and a vibrator (I later learned it was called a dildo) was inserted into her vagina. Her black pantyhose only reached mid-thigh, with four thin black strings at the end; two on the outside were tied to the vibrator, and the other two ran from between her legs to the front, also tied to the vibrator. As the vibrator slowly moved back and forth, a trickle of fluid split from her vaginal opening, flowing down the black strings and wetting a small patch of the pantyhose.
"Haven't seen this before?"
"Yes…yes…no…yes…"
She ignored my answer. She knelt down again and pulled down my long johns. She immediately saw my penis, which had already pushed open my underwear. She gently stroked my penis, a strange urge welling up inside her. "
No, Teacher Gao, I…"
She gestured for me to shut up, and gradually, she rubbed against me, pulling my underwear down further. As the underwear slowly fell, my penis was also pulled down a little. Just as my penis was about to emerge, she forcefully and quickly pulled the underwear down, and due to the reaction force of the friction between my erect penis and the underwear, my penis quickly sprang upwards. A sudden urge to urinate (actually, it was my first ejaculation!) made me rush to the toilet, but Ms. Gao took my penis into her mouth. I felt a sudden increase in temperature between my legs, and the urine (semen) I was trying to control rushed into Ms. Gao's mouth.
She was clearly unprepared; she probably didn't expect my first ejaculation to be so rapid. I saw her cough up the semen onto my penis. Drop by drop, it dripped onto my marble floor.
I looked down at this strange urine and immediately understood what it was. Intense sexual desire drew my gaze to her genitals. "Oh dear, it was only wet to the hem of her socks a moment ago, but now her entire thighs are soaked."
After coughing a few times, tears welled in her eyes as she said, "I never expected our top student to be so fierce, making your teacher cough like this!"
I was speechless and helped her up with both hands. A strong sexual urge took over my brain. I knelt on one knee and tried to pull on the thin black rope. "
Take it slow, look at you!" She pulled the rod out suddenly, and a strange smell, along with a pungent odor, hit me. Before she could untie the rope, I pulled her stockings down to her ankles. But what should I do next? I thought...
Come on, use your tongue to lick my vagina.
I pressed my entire face against her like a wolf. Although the smell was incredibly pungent, it aroused my primal urges. I unabashedly moved my tongue slowly into her vagina, feeling my saliva mix with Teacher Gao's vaginal fluid. Waves of heat assaulted the tip of my tongue.
"Oh...ss...oh..." Teacher Gao began to moan softly.
It was as if I could no longer suppress my primal instincts. In my eyes now, Teacher Gao was no longer the saintly figure who spun silk until death, but a real woman. It was precisely because of her noble profession that her feminine instincts were so tightly concealed. Only at this moment, from her babbling brook, her gentle yet wild moans, and her strong, pungent scent, could her maternal essence be revealed. "
Meng, have you ever seen a female dog?"
I was stunned by her question, but immediately recovered. I stopped talking. Her vaginal fluid still lingered in my mouth.
She knelt down weakly, her hands supporting her weight, completely like a female dog in heat, waiting for the caresses of her kind. "
Come on, what are you waiting for?"
I stood up, holding my now erect penis, and found the vagina as seen from her buttocks. I moved my penis to the vaginal opening, touching her labia, and Teacher Gao let out a soft moan. I felt a surge of heat throughout my body, and my mind went blank. I thrust my penis into her vagina in one swift motion. A surge of heat shot from the base to the top of my head.
I mimicked a rod, thrusting back and forth relentlessly, making the bitch howl.
Slower, oh…sss, in, oh…in…push it in further…oh oh oh oh oh…oh oh oh oh…deeper…oh oh oh oh oh oh oh…
I ignored her feelings, still pursuing high speed. Due to the rapid thrusting, my penis changed from pink to white, with several important blood vessels clearly visible. On the other hand, my bitch's copious flow of vaginal fluid made my thrusting easier, drops of it falling onto my marble floor, accompanied by the bitch's aphrodisiac moans, I gradually lost my humanity.
My good bitch, let's stroll around the room with your master.
Me, oh oh oh, this oh…
what this, that, enough nonsense! I forcefully inserted my entire penis into her uterus, feeling a gush of fluid surge out of her vagina, which I then pushed back in, lingering around her vulva.
Ms. Gao could no longer hold back (I later estimated she had reached her first orgasm), her hands moving forward step by step, her hind legs stretching and contracting, causing her vagina to contract and expand. I controlled her direction with my penis, and Ms. Gao continued to make soft hissing sounds (the sound of trying to stop drooling, but she couldn't stop). The saliva in her mouth resembled a broken pearl necklace—silver strands of saliva dragging on the ground as she crawled forward.
When we reached my room, I had her climb onto my bed. She held onto the edge of the bed with her hands, her buttocks still off the edge. I swept my hand up her clothes, then pushed upwards with my waist. She cried out, "Oh, no, yes, yes, yes..."
Instead of taking off her clothes, I reached inside and, like a beast, tore her bra off. "Teacher Gao, this is too much! You're not even wearing panties, what's the point of wearing a bra? What a waste of this bra, it doesn't suit your dog-like body!" I took the broken bra and threw it on the bed. Then, my hands, cold on the outside but hot on the inside, grabbed her round breasts. Without using my legs, I pulled myself onto the bed using only the force of my hands gripping her breasts. "
Oh, my... my... oh oh oh oh oh... oh..." Due to my rapid thrusting, she couldn't even utter a complete sentence.
I pulled out my penis, turned Teacher Gao around, and saw her long hair was disheveled from sweat. Her face was flushed, like a peach blossom in March. Her throat felt blocked by too much saliva. Her mouth was open, and she was repeatedly acting out.
I released her breasts and pinched her erect nipples with my thumbs and forefingers, and with each re-insertion of my penis, it became faster and faster.
Oh oh oh oh oh, my (nipples), oh oh oh... oh, (pinching) lightly... one... oh oh oh, (inserting) heavily, heavily oh oh (starting to act out again), oh oh oh oh oh oh oh... the speed is getting faster and faster. There are only the sounds of slapping and slapping.
Let's see how excited you can get, my teacher Gao, you didn't expect this, did you? Your high-achieving student is not to be underestimated.
Yes, yes, oh oh oh, my master, I am your beloved dog, you can ride me whenever you want, oh... oh oh oh... oh oh oh...
What, you still dare to call yourself a dog?
No, oh... I... am oh oh oh dog, oh, female dog! Oh...
then call me!
No, I oh oh oh, I oh oh... I'm embarrassed oh oh... oh...
you're already like this and you're still embarrassed. I thrust forward forcefully, and she cried out loudly.
"Good girl, my good bitch, good teacher, come, let your master feed you (semen) soup."
She quickly got up, buried her head between my legs, and rubbed my penis rapidly with her right hand, then aimed her mouth at my urethra. Still inexperienced, my body heated up, my lower body relaxed, and I sprayed hot semen all over her face. She greedily licked my semen, completely losing all human reason.
But at this moment, I completely regained my senses, looking at Teacher Gao's raised buttocks, I felt both ashamed and amused!
Chapter Two: The Humiliating History
A few days later, school officially started.
The school returned to its usual hustle and bustle. And I, like a absent-minded walking corpse, sat by the window, admiring the noisy, yet utterly innocent, playground in the afternoon. I wanted to forget some things, but the greedy lust buried deep in my heart made me think of Teacher Gao's slutty smile again and again.
"Meng, what are you thinking about? Thinking about your 'Snow White' again?" My deskmate and best friend, Fang Shu, said to me. "
Go away, don't talk to me."
"Hey, our 'Scholar Meng,' who made you angry?"
"I told you to stay away from me, didn't you hear me?
Hey, you're really angry? Okay, what's up? Can I help you, buddy?
Forget it, you? You should go and figure out 'sure, ensure, insure, assure' before you talk!
You know my English is bad and you still make fun of me. I'm asking you, have you felt like something's missing lately?
What is it?
Hey, you used to ask me for it every day, now you're too lazy to even ask. You've really 'ruined your intelligence through studying'." (The more I listened, the more I felt he was using a double entendre.) "
Give me the letter!
Here you go, look at you, so impatient."
The letter was from a female friend of mine. (The reason I say female friend is because I haven't proposed a romantic relationship to her.) Her surname is Zhao, my father and her father were comrades-in-arms. We returned to Shanghai in the same year, and our two families lived in apartments very close to each other. And we're the same age. We were classmates in elementary and middle school. She was the undisputed beauty of our junior high school (she inherited it from her mother, because her father's looks were really nothing to write home about). And me, I was the school's well-known top student, a total charlatan, which naturally attracted a lot of criticism. (Because it's true, I can't help it, brothers, please don't bring bricks, folding chairs are forbidden, you can even punch me a couple of times, just please don't hit my face.)
We grew up together. I remember in elementary school, whenever either of our parents wasn't home, I (or she) would go to her (or mine) house to do my homework. We wouldn't go home until after dinner. I still remember how delicious her aunt's braised shredded pork (if you're a local from Shanghai, you'll definitely know this dish).
I originally wanted to go to the same high school as her, but an unexpected event in my third year of junior high made me decide to go to my current school. "
Meng, do you think our parents know about our relationship now?" Zhao asked me. "
What kind of relationship do we have now?" I said, oblivious to the romance.
She glared at me and said angrily: "Nothing, just be your damned Ji." Then she turned and left.
After she left, I quickly solved a geometry problem.
After finishing it, I felt like someone had spoken to me, but I couldn't remember. Looking around, I thought I was just overthinking it, so I went back to that damn geometry problem. "
You fucking asking for a beating!" A commotion erupted in the hallway, interrupting my train of thought with this distinctly Northern greeting. (Not that Northerners are rude, but this guy happened to be from a Northern city and probably hadn't learned Shanghai swear words yet. Normally, a Shanghainese would say something like, "You're so damn cute, don't touch her!")
A familiar voice pierced my ears. "
You say you can't touch her, so what the hell are you to her?" "You're so damn cute, don't touch her!" (Shanghai swear word). "I told you not to touch her, so what? Who the hell are you to her?
" "You're so damn cute, don't touch her!" "
So what if I touched her?"
"Meng, hurry up and get out of here, Fang Shu is about to fight Li Yanwei!" A classmate rushed over to tell me.
"What's the rush? That guy can't beat Fang Shu. Fang Shu has trained in Taekwondo." I said calmly. "
But don't you even look at why they're fighting? Go check where your 'Snow White' is, and you'll know."
Where could she be? She's not here... I know she never likes watching fights. I looked towards her seat, but it was empty.
Where did she go? I muttered to myself.
Where else could she be? Outside!
No way?!
I rushed out in a flash.
I saw Fang Shu grabbing that kid's collar with her left hand, her right hand ready to give him a good beating. But that kid wasn't going to back down either. I rushed into the crowd and saw him with his right hand ready at his right hip, ready to punch Fang Shu in the stomach the moment she made a move. And Zhao was standing behind Fang Shu, tears welling up in his eyes.
I ran up to him and said something stupid I'll never forget: "Let go, or I'll tell the teacher."
"Hey, our 'model student' is going to tell the teacher! Are you even a man? Do you even have a 'penis' down there?" (I couldn't find the Northern word to describe male genitalia.) "
You, you, you...
Don't say anything more to him, let me beat him up and let him know that not all Shanghai men are freeloaders." Fang Shu was about to make a move. "
Don't move, let me handle this." I mustered my courage and said something a man would say. "
Hey, you've got guts now!
I don't agree to violence at school. Let's practice in the park after school. Any injuries will be said to be from a fall while walking, and we're not allowed to report to the teacher or parents." (I said something stupid again.) "
Everyone says Shanghai men have no backbone, and today I've finally seen it for myself, hahaha!
You bastard (the Shanghai pronunciation of male genitalia) say it again." (The first four characters are also a Shanghai swear word.) Fang Shu glared at him. "
Fang Shu, let go, we'll talk about it this afternoon!!" I pulled Fang Shu away. At this moment, the teacher arrived.
"Meng, what's going on? Why are there so many people?"
"Nothing, everyone can leave now." I pushed Fang Shu with one hand and pulled Zhao into the classroom with the other. But Fang Shu was still pointing at that guy with his index finger, and the kid was glaring at Fang Shu.
The teacher, seeing that I was getting involved, naturally relaxed. "It's good that nothing happened. Let's go back to the classroom, afternoon classes are about to start."
Seeing that there was no good show to watch, everyone left and returned to the classroom.
I learned from Fang Shu that the kid had pinched Zhao's butt hard. (Absolutely no offense to Northerners, just referring to this scoundrel.) Coincidentally, Fang Shu came out of the classroom and saw what happened, so...
So that's what happened. I thought it was something else. I said dismissively. "
As your good brother, I have to tell you, you should act a little more like a man. Your girlfriend...
Hold on, Zhao is not my girlfriend, she's my female friend."
Okay, even if she's your female friend, you should at least care about her. She's a girl, and so pretty. If I weren't your brother, I would have pursued her long ago. Fine,
I'll let her have it.
Forget it, she admires your knowledge immensely. With my mediocre English, winning her heart is impossible unless all men who speak English are dead.
You said she values my knowledge, not anything else.
But you can't let her be bullied. If I hadn't witnessed it today, I bet, knowing Zhao's personality, she would have kept this to herself forever, and you'd never know.
If you don't know, you don't know.
Are you even a man?! This was the first time Fang Shu had ever sworn at me.
Ring, ring, ring—
afternoon classes started.
As you can probably guess, I got a public beating from that kid, vomiting up my leftovers and unable to even stand. Thankfully, Fang Shu stopped him in time, and almost got into a fight with the kid. Just then, Zhao shouted, "Fang Shu, don't worry about him, Meng seems to be badly injured."
Fang Shu rushed over and helped me up. I yelled, "Don't touch my right hand, it looks broken!"
As it turned out, my judgment was correct. A doctor's examination revealed a fracture in my right wrist (probably from using my hand to brace myself when I was knocked down), and… I can't remember exactly, but that guy really went all out. (Looking back now, he was actually quite loyal, because he only punched me three times in total. But when Fang Shu later challenged him to a fight, she dislocated his shoulder joint, yet the guy didn't run away; he immediately kicked Fang Shu in the stomach… They were only separated by their respective friends.) As a result
, this incident caused quite a stir. However, since it happened off-campus, the school only gave him a warning and didn't punish anyone. The parents, concerned about saving face, were willing to negotiate a settlement. (Shanghainese people value face more than life itself.) Ultimately, the matter was resolved satisfactorily.
However, when I returned to school after recovering, my classmates looked at me like I was a primitive creature. Their eyes were filled with mockery.
Two girls whispered to each other: "Poor Zhao, he actually likes this kind of 'soft tofu.'
What did you say?" Fang Shu walked over.
"Hey, bro's here! Let's hurry, 'Snow White' is coming soon, and we don't want to see such a touching scene!"
Meng... Fang Shu said. "
Don't worry, I'm fine. I was just called useless. I'm not good at fighting, but studying is my forte. If they're so tough, let them challenge me to a math competition. Bring on a few, I'll take them all on." "
You're still being stubborn. Look who's coming. I'm going to play ball now. Help me bring my backpack up later."
I saw Zhao Chao walking towards me, a concerned expression on his face. "
Uncle said you're better and will come back to school in a few days. I didn't expect you to actually... actually come!" (Later, she thought she wanted to say: "You really have the nerve to come back to school!")
Actually, it's not that serious, it's just...
a broken hand isn't serious. Do you want him to beat you to death before it's serious? (A bit of a "you're hopeless" tone) She paused for a moment. "How's your hand?" She picked up my hand and examined it carefully. Actually, apart from one patch of skin that was unusually pale, there was nothing wrong with him outwardly. "
Come on, let's go upstairs." Zhao forgot to put his hand down and pulled me upstairs. (Naturally, Fang Shu carried his own schoolbag upstairs.)
You can imagine what happened next. Aside from the normal small talk from classmates (don't think that just because someone talks to you they respect you; Shanghainese are masters of superficiality), no one wanted to talk to a pushover like me, except for Zhao and Fang Shu. I could only swallow my anger and channel all my frustration into my studies. Ultimately, I gave up the guaranteed admission (because guaranteed admission students all go to schools within the district, and even with my strong willpower, I couldn't endure three years of high school life), and only filled in one application. As expected, I was successfully admitted. (Fang Shu was incredibly lucky. His mother's old classmate was the vice principal of the high school I applied to, and his mother only needed to make a small request, and the school got Fang Shu in. I was sitting in my seat at the time, wondering who would sit next to me, this softie. Unexpectedly, this guy calmly sat down and said, "You little rascal, you've run quite a distance, crossing the entire city of Shanghai to hide here." I was taken aback, but immediately replied, "You're not bad either, you've followed me all over Shanghai. What can I say, we're brothers. Without me, let's see who you can outdo! Hey, I'd like to see if you write me a love letter without me." We looked at each other and burst into laughter!!)

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