Taming the female teacher

Taming the Female Teacher
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Chapter 1 The Junior High School
Finally, school started! I wonder if the start of junior high is more interesting. Sigh! I didn't expect that as soon as the national anthem was sung, the discipline master would immediately give me a lecture, nothing more than to study hard and keep my clothes and appearance neat... How come it's the same as elementary school! What a boring junior high school life.
"Ding...ding...ding..."
The bell rang for the first period, and I looked at the swaying banyan tree outside the window with even more self-pity. Sigh!
My dad is really heartless, sending his son to this strict Catholic school. Not only are there tons of rules, but even the hair-grooming rule is enforced. Everyone has to have a perfectly neat shave. The worst part is, everyone in the school is single, there aren't a single girl. How am I going to survive?! Even though I'm only a freshman, still young and only 1.6 meters tall, I don't know if it's because I love chicken, and these days chickens are fed growth hormones, so eating chicken helps me get more fertile penises. At such a young age, my penis is already quite impressive. With this shave, how can I possibly find a girl to satisfy my other penis?!
But then again, I heard this school is not only strict with students but also demanding of teachers. There seem to be many regulations for teachers, so many can't stand it, resulting in a high teacher turnover rate. Therefore, the teachers are all very young. When I first entered the school, I overheard older students talking, and it seems quite a few teachers left last year. Today, a new batch of teachers will arrive, and almost all of them are women. It seems like girls especially like being teachers! Remembering my senior's words filled me with anticipation, so I immediately glanced from the window to the classroom door, eager to find out whether my first English teacher was male or female.
Just then, clear footsteps echoed down the corridor. Yay! High heels! It seems my senior's rumors were true. No little girls to see? Seeing a mature and beautiful older sister wouldn't be bad, though I wondered if she was unattractive?
Soon, a female teacher entered and began to introduce herself, "Hello everyone! I am your English teacher, and also your mentor. My name is..."
At this point, the teacher turned around and wrote her name on the blackboard: Cui Furong. After that, I couldn't hear anything the teacher said anymore, because I could only stare at my mentor! She truly lived up to her name, a beautiful sight like a lotus emerging from water. Standing at about 1.78 meters tall, her black high heels accentuated her height. Although her light blue suit hugged her tightly, revealing only her slender, fair neck and a hint of her shoulders, it couldn't conceal her voluptuous figure. Especially when she turned to the side, the necklace around her neck practically lay on her slightly open neckline. Her rounded hips swayed gracefully as she paced the podium. Although her hair was short, paired with thick, dark eyebrows, bright eyes, and thick eyelashes, she was undeniably beautiful. The only flaw was her stern expression; she never smiled, truly an ice queen. But I think if she smiled, she would be even more beautiful than Gigi.
After introducing herself, the teacher asked the students if they had any other questions.
Just then, a student who was unusually tall asked, "Excuse me, how old are you, teacher?"
Surprisingly, the teacher generously replied, "I'm twenty-eight years old. Any other questions?
Hmm! If not, let's start assigning seats."
I was one of the shorter students in the class, so I sat in the first row by the window. Next, of course, was the election of the class monitor and the heads of each section! However, I couldn't concentrate at all after that. I could only steal glances at the teacher's curvaceous figure. Although the teacher stood behind the podium, my seat was just too good. I looked at the teacher sideways... Unexpectedly, the teacher wasn't completely hidden by the podium. I realized she wouldn't even notice me sitting in the corner, so I boldly began to ogle her body. What attracted me most were, of course, her skirt that was only five centimeters above the knee and her long, beautiful legs. Just as I was lost in my fantasies, the teacher pulled her chair closer to the podium and sat down. Instantly, her skirt rode up even higher, revealing the top of her stockings. Unfortunately, her calves were already inside the podium. I looked at the teacher's face in disappointment. She was looking at the attendance book, but perhaps the print was too small. The teacher kept moving her chair closer to the lectern, until her thighs were gradually disappearing from view. Just as she was about to move it further forward, she got stuck. It turned out her legs were so long they were touching the bottom of the lectern. At that moment, she actually moved her legs to the side and then forward, revealing her long legs directly to my eyes. Even more outrageous, she would change the direction in which her legs were crossed, and in those instants, her thighs were faintly visible. Especially since it was the sweltering heat of September, I almost had a nosebleed. Finally, of course, I saw her underwear. Although I couldn't see clearly, I was certain it was red. It seems that beneath her cool and confident exterior lies a passionate and open heart. It wasn't until the end of class that I learned I had been chosen as the class's recreation leader. I was so engrossed in watching that I didn't have time to stop her.
After class, I started looking forward to the next Chinese class. I wondered what the Chinese teacher looked like?
Was she as pleasing to the eye as Ms. Furong? Sigh! I didn't expect ten minutes to pass so quickly!
"Ding...ding...ding..."
Finally, the second class arrived. A female teacher walked in, about 1.55 meters tall, wearing a white long dress, with long hair flowing over her shoulders. Her round face and petite, delicate appearance were quite alluring. She shyly nodded to everyone after stepping onto the podium, appearing somewhat timid. Sure enough, this was the demeanor of a Chinese literature teacher—a charming, classical beauty. Next came the self-introduction. The Chinese literature teacher's name was Qu Huangli, and true to her name, her voice was as sweet and delicate as a nightingale's song. Just hearing her voice made my little brother itch. Looking at her fair face and slightly white teeth on her red lips, if it weren't for the other students around, I would have pounced on her like a tiger. Since the teacher said it was her first time teaching formally, she must be twenty-four years old.
Since the next class was physical education, I assumed the PE teacher would be male! There was no room for imagination, so I focused intently on listening to Teacher Huang Li's beautiful voice during class. But my concentration lasted less than five minutes. The more I listened to "Huang Li Chu Gu," the more it sounded like orioles singing in spring, and my little brother started acting up again. Unfortunately, the teacher called on me again, asking me to stand up and read the text. I was naturally startled and awkwardly stood up, accidentally bumping into the desk. My pencil case fell to the ground, pens and stationery scattered everywhere. Just as I was at a loss, the teacher saw my innocent expression... She kindly came down to help me pack my pencil case. Because the Chinese teacher squatted down and leaned forward, my gaze naturally drifted through her loose neckline, revealing two beautiful, full breasts hanging in front of her. Her pure white lace bra seemed quite loose, barely supporting her nipples. Her firm breasts looked as if they were about to burst through the lace. The two stalactite-like, perfect breasts made my little brother throb and swell in my blue shorts. Luckily, the students behind me couldn't see. After helping me pack, the teacher noticed my dazed expression and assumed I wasn't feeling well, so she told me to sit down. But I remained lost in the afterglow of what I had just witnessed. It seems the Chinese teacher's heart is as kind and introverted as her appearance, unlike the English teacher who is two-faced. Just because of this, my little brother was still resentful until the end of class. Sigh! If this continues, I'll suffer a tragic fate because of beauty.
"Clang...clang...clang..."
I muddled through the morning, and at lunchtime in the cafeteria, I overheard the upperclassmen at the next table saying something like, "What's going on?! All the young and pretty new female teachers have been assigned to the lower grades, and the upper grades have to be taught by experienced teachers because of the joint entrance exams... xxx@#!" Although the upperclassmen were being incredibly sarcastic, I found it amusing.
It seemed I'd get to admire some beautiful female teachers in the afternoon, and my drool started pouring. This made me have a particularly good appetite today, so I had to buy an extra bento box. My classmates, seeing how much I ate despite being so small, asked where it all went. I could only awkwardly reply, "I don't know."
Sigh! Oh well, my little brother is just too good for me; I had to eat more!
On the way home from school, I felt utterly miserable. I was so looking forward to the afternoon classes, but the disappointment was so great that I was depressed until the end of the day. On the way home, I thought to myself, actually, my luck today wasn't bad! There were at least two beautiful female teachers to admire, and today was the first time in my life I had seen real breasts. Although not seeing the nipples was a bit of a disappointment, the thought of peeking at a mature woman's panties for the first time made me happy as I took the tram home.
Chapter 2 the Subway
"Class, let's begin our English lesson now," the English teacher said in a sexy voice.
After class started, the teacher kept writing words on the blackboard, while I unconsciously copied notes, constantly glancing at the beautiful teacher in front of me. Today, she was dressed the same as yesterday, but upon closer inspection, I could see the outline of dark-colored panties on her skirt, and the thin straps of her bra were clearly visible on her back. It seemed she was wearing black underwear today. This mysterious color made me even more curious about her inner world. When she wrote on the blackboard, she lifted her round buttocks, making the lines of her panties even more obvious. This strong visual stimulation made me start imagining the voluptuous body beneath her clothes. The more closely I looked, the more I wanted to tear that thin suit. This thought kept rising in my mind, making it impossible for me to concentrate on my studies.
Time passed quickly, and soon the first midterm exam was over. I failed Chinese and English, and my teacher gave me a severe beating with a cane. My buttocks hurt even when I sat in the chair. After class, I was kept behind for a lecture, of course, the same old things about not letting my parents down and focusing on my studies. I could only answer: Yes! Yes! Yes!
Actually, what I was thinking was: It's all the teacher's fault. If her breasts weren't so perky, and she didn't sway her high, round buttocks to tease me during class, how could my grades be so bad? Now, it's just me and the teacher left in the classroom. I really want to rush forward and tear off her jumpsuit, rape this beautiful female teacher in the classroom, and have her sexy lips kiss me: "I'm sorry! It's my fault, it's my body that makes you unable to concentrate in class. You should enjoy it!"
Seeing my distracted look, the teacher scolded even more fiercely. When I looked up at the teacher's cold and fierce appearance, I was immediately terrified and dared not make a move. But this was bad for my little brother, who could only be suppressed in my underwear, unable to be expressed.
On the way home, I was dejected but still arrogant. What will I do for the next monthly exam if this continues? That awful teacher hit so hard! I have to get my revenge. If I could sleep with her, I wouldn't have to have these wild thoughts in class anymore. But she's so fierce, how can I lure her into submission? Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck me! Heh...heh...heh...
that's it!
The next day after school, I deliberately stayed at the bookstore next to the school, waiting for almost twenty minutes before I saw my Chinese teacher come out of the school gate. Okay! Today I'll follow her and see where she lives. As it turned out, the teacher walked towards the station and took a southbound tram, which was the opposite direction from my home. It was really inconvenient. I had no choice but to bite the bullet and get on the same tram. Since school had already let out, there weren't many people on the tram. Luckily, the teacher focused on grading homework as soon as she got on and didn't notice me sitting in the corner. She didn't get off until we reached the outskirts of the city. I excitedly followed her home and found that her house was quite ordinary, just a multi-story building in an alley. Just as I was about to leave, the teacher came out again. I curiously continued to follow her. The teacher walked to a nearby street, where an older woman came out to greet her and said kindly, "Teacher, you've come! My daughter is upstairs. Thank you for your hard work teaching her today."
It turns out the teacher has private tutoring after class. What a money-grubber! I wonder if there are any other secrets. I'll observe for a few more days. After a week of investigation, I found that the Chinese teacher goes home 20 minutes after school, has private tutoring on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and goes to church on Sunday mornings. She seems to be a devout believer. The biggest discovery is that after church, the teacher is always accompanied by a man who is her protector. It broke my heart. This tall man is our school's physical education teacher. It turns out the teacher already has a boyfriend. How come I never noticed at school?
After this setback, I turned my attention back to my original target, my English teacher. It turned out that fate was fair; she lived in the apartment in the alley next to mine! Because she always went home half an hour after class, and I was habitually late in the mornings, I had never run into her on the street. Living so close to her, I naturally monitored her schedule even more closely, hoping to uncover more secrets. The next morning, I surprisingly managed to get up early—it must have been love giving me strength! I happily went to the station to meet my dream girl. At the station, I immediately spotted my tall, slender English teacher and went over to her, saying, "Good morning!"
"Huh! Xiaoming, you live around here too?"
"Yes!"
"Then why haven't I run into you before?"
"Before, I studied late, so I couldn't get up. Now I'm used to it, and I won't be late anymore," I said, feeling embarrassed.
"Great! I hope you can keep it up."
Just then, the train pulled into the station, and I squeezed into the carriage behind my teacher. I was surprised by how crowded the morning commuter train was, packed with office workers and students. The closer we got to the school, the more people squeezed in. I started to get excited, smelling the faint fragrance emanating from my teacher. I'd never been so close to her before; I longed to hug her beautiful body. Seeing more and more people getting in, I pretended to be pushed and shoved, getting closer and closer to her. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and pressed my entire body against her back. The touch was so soft. At that moment, my teacher asked me with concern, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine! I didn't expect the train to be so crowded this morning; there wasn't even anywhere to hold onto the handrail!"
"Oh! Teacher, you found a handrail. Just hold onto my left hand."
"Thank you, teacher!"
I reluctantly left the teacher's body and held her left hand. It felt very comfortable to hold a girl's hand for the first time, especially since the teacher's palm was so soft and delicate. However, since I was standing behind the teacher, I kept bumping into her body as the carriage swayed. The teacher had to bend her left hand and put it on her back to block me. However, this posture made it look like I was pressing the teacher down with my left hand. In fact, I was holding the teacher's palm and using all my strength to press against her back. The teacher's body was pressed slightly forward by me, and she could only use her right hand to hold onto the handrail above the carriage to maintain her balance. I happily watched the teacher's struggle. Although the teacher was stronger than me, she couldn't exert any force with her left hand pressed against her back. If she let go with her right hand, she would fall forward. I cleverly restrained the teacher's free right hand, and of course, I didn't hesitate to reach out and start touching the beautiful body in front of me.
The female teacher suddenly noticed a lewd hand caressing her round buttocks through her thin skirt. It was the first time she had been harassed by a pervert on a tram, and she let out a whimper in panic.
"Teacher, what's wrong? Your left hand is shaking. Are you feeling unwell?"
The female teacher tried her best to turn her head, but her view was completely blocked by her student's innocent smiling face. She couldn't see anything else clearly. The female teacher thought to herself, "Xiao Ming is so young, it can't be him, but there are so many people standing around, who could it be?" The female teacher tried hard to grab the despicable pervert with her left hand, but unfortunately, her hand, which was pinned behind her back, couldn't muster any strength. After a while, the female teacher gave up the idea in frustration. Not wanting to embarrass herself in front of her student, the female teacher answered softly after a long time: "Oh! It's nothing. The tram is really crowded today."
Actually, I was more nervous because I hadn't thought about the consequences at all. It wasn't until the teacher turned around that I realized something was wrong. Fortunately, the teacher didn't realize that I was the one causing trouble and turned her head back as if nothing had happened.
It was the first time the female teacher had encountered such bad luck, and she panicked and didn't know how to continue.
(We'll be at school soon, so I'll hold back for now, lest word get out...)
I noticed that although the teacher struggled and twisted her body, she couldn't break free from my control. My right hand was caressing her high, round buttocks. Seeing that the teacher didn't do anything to stop me, as if it were tacit approval, I began to push my luck, slipping my hand inside her thin skirt. Following the smooth feel of the stockings, I excitedly moved closer to her thighs.
(Stop...stop...)
Through the stockings, I explored the edge of her panties with my fingers. I hadn't expected the teacher's attire to be so daring. The panties were barely made of any fabric, and it seemed like most of her buttocks were exposed. To get a greater sense of realism, I forcefully hooked my index finger into the stockings and tore a large hole, immediately slipping my palm inside to caress the softest part of her skin.
(Ah! We're almost there, I mustn't go any deeper!)
Finally, I was so close to my teacher's skin, and in such a private place. After enjoying the baby-like touch, I started to wriggle my fingers down her buttocks. The teacher squeezed her buttocks and legs tightly to prevent me from penetrating. I angrily pushed my little finger inch by inch into the triangle area between her thighs.
(Ah! The tram is starting to stop, I must hold on, I absolutely cannot let her touch my sensitive spots!)
I didn't expect the teacher to resist so stubbornly. My little finger couldn't go any further. It seemed I wouldn't be able to wait for the teacher to relax. I pinched the tender flesh of her buttocks in frustration. The moment the tram stopped, the teacher rushed out of the carriage with the crowd without looking back. I happily followed her to school, smelling the lingering feminine scent on my fingers.
Chapter 3 The Drunken Beauty
Because my English hadn't improved, I mustered up the courage to ask my teacher for help after school: "Teacher, I study English very hard but I haven't made any progress. Could I come to your house after school to ask you about things I don't understand?
" "Sure! I'm almost always home. Just come and find me if you have any questions."
"Teacher, you're so kind! Thank you!"
That evening, I arrived at my teacher's apartment with my textbook, feeling both nervous and excited. Finally, I had the chance to get close to my teacher's private quarters, so I quickly pressed the doorbell.
"Hello! Who is this?"
"Teacher! It's me, Zhang Xiaoming."
"Oh! Xiaoming! Come in."
As a result, I was made to stand outside the door for a while before the teacher opened it and let me in.
"I'm sorry! I just finished showering and need to dry my hair, so I kept you waiting."
"Oh! It's alright."
I found my teacher's attire strange. She was wearing a large white bathrobe, only tied at the waist with a belt. Her chest was pushed open by her high, firm breasts, revealing a thin red lace nightgown. Her hair was indeed half-dry. It seemed that she really didn't have time to get dressed properly, which was why I had to wait so long.
The teacher asked me to sit on the sofa in the living room and brought two glasses of water from the kitchen to sit next to me. When she sat down, the slit in the hem of her bathrobe was stretched up to her thighs, revealing a nightgown of the same color as her chest. I started taking out my textbook to ask the teacher questions, but my eyes kept wandering to the two openings at the top and bottom of her bathrobe. As the teacher crossed her legs, the opening widened, revealing her thighs, which were covered by a thin gauze skirt, with a sexy sheen. When the teacher picked up her pen to write, the opening was pulled open even further, revealing a long slit in her chest, completely exposing her cleavage. From different angles, I could glimpse the spring scenery beneath the thin gauze. I began to wonder if the teacher was intentionally letting me peek. Didn't she realize that her clothes were too revealing? Impossible, the teacher must be seducing me. This thought made my penis suddenly throb with desire.
"Silly boy! What are you daydreaming about? Read it to me."
I immediately snapped out of my fantasy and back to reality. It seemed that in the teacher's eyes, I was still just a child. But that was fine too. The teacher didn't seem to care about my lustful gaze, which meant that she had no defenses against me. As long as I came often, I would definitely find an opportunity to make my move.
On my way home, my mind was filled with images of flesh behind the sheer veil. A strong desire drove me to a photography equipment store, where I spent all my savings on a set of hidden cameras. Since I couldn't openly see my teacher's alluring naked body, I had to resort to clandestine methods. At this point, desire had clouded my judgment; I was now willing to do anything to achieve my goal.
For several days, I took the hidden cameras to my teacher's house, waiting for an opportunity to install them. However, I could never find a good spot. The only places I could go were the living room and the bathroom. The living room couldn't capture any sensual or stimulating scenes, and the bathroom was too small to find a suitable place. The only solution was to sneak into her bedroom. I tried to probe her every time she went to the bathroom, but it was always locked. Each time, I left disappointed.
Saturday arrived, and as usual, I visited my teacher's house. To my surprise, an elderly woman opened the door. I thought I'd gone to the wrong house, but it turned out to be my teacher's mother. I greeted her politely, and she was very kind, busily offering me tea and candy, making me feel quite embarrassed. However, as soon as my teacher came out of the kitchen, she started harshly criticizing my teacher's attire, and the two of them started arguing. My face immediately showed three black lines like Maruko's, and in this awkward situation, I could only pretend to suddenly remember my appointment with a classmate and quickly make my escape.
I had always thought my teacher lived alone in a small apartment, but it turns out her mother sometimes comes to stay with her, and seems to be particularly strict with her. My teacher is an adult, yet this old woman even interferes with such a small matter as what she wears. No wonder I always thought my teacher was two-faced; the secret is probably because of her mother! My thoughts stem from an incident where I went to play video games with a classmate. This classmate came from a very strict family; he had to report his whereabouts after school to his mother. He lied and said he was going to learn how to use computers. However, halfway through the game, he suddenly pulled out his mobile phone and showed it to me, saying his mother was calling to check up on him and wanted me to prove he was diligently learning how to use a computer. I suddenly realized how fortunate I was to have grown up in a permissive family. This classmate later confessed that because of his strict upbringing, he often had to suppress his emotions. When he couldn't suppress them anymore, he would buy pornographic videos and watch them secretly at night to release his pent-up emotions. But this only provided temporary relief; his desires only deepened, and he became increasingly addicted to violent and pornographic films.
I think teachers must also have faced many constraints during their upbringing. I wonder how teachers cope with this pressure. They can't openly play video games or buy pornographic videos like boys. So how do girls satisfy their inner desires? Perhaps the secret lies hidden in that undisclosed boudoir; I'm becoming increasingly curious about my teacher's private life.
The following Monday after school, I waited for my teacher at the bus stop, hoping to walk home with her. But after greeting me, she said she was going to a wedding and might not be home until very late. Disappointed, I took the tram home alone. On the tram, it suddenly occurred to me that my teacher would likely have a few drinks at the wedding banquet! It seemed that no matter how late she got home tonight, I had to find out, and I had to prepare properly. Maybe tonight I could finally fulfill my wish.
I excitedly waited at my teacher's door at nine o'clock, and she finally walked back slowly at nine-thirty. I rushed forward to greet her: "Teacher! You're back! I have some questions to ask you."
"Alright! Come in with me!"
As I followed her, a wave of perfume mixed with the smell of alcohol wafted over. Bingo! I was right! The teacher was so unsteady on her feet; she must have had quite a bit to drink. I'll boldly go ahead with my plan when we get back. The thought of seducing my beautiful female professor made my heart pound. As soon as we entered the living room, the teacher collapsed onto the sofa, still wearing her high heels, legs crossed and propped up on the table. It was the first time I'd seen her so disheveled. The alcohol was probably taking effect; her hidden nature was beginning to surface. I excitedly pulled out a pre-prepared videotape from my bag.
"Teacher! You look very tired. I just borrowed a campus idol drama from a classmate. Let's watch it and rest for a bit."
Without waiting for her reply, I proactively went to the TV and started playing it. Then, I went behind the sofa and whispered to her, "Teacher! You're so tired. Let me massage your shoulders to relieve the fatigue."
At this moment, the teacher did not respond. Seeing that the teacher was staring blankly at the TV, I boldly started to massage her stiff shoulders. The teacher obediently sat on the sofa without moving and let me massage her stiff shoulders. I don't know if the teacher was drunk or really tired. I secretly plotted to decide how to further seduce the teacher. I decided to wait and see how things unfolded. The video on the TV screen was still in its early stages, no different from a typical school drama. Actually, it was an adult film I'd just carefully selected from my strict classmate. The synopsis read: A beautiful and lustful female teacher tutors male students after school. The handsome male students arouse the teacher's desire, and the teacher actively seduces the boy, leading him step by step to become a man. The boy also begins to be infatuated with the mature woman's body…
As the plot unfolded, the teacher's lust seemed to rise higher and higher. I noticed her face was no longer so icy; it was gradually turning red, revealing a shy and cute girlish expression. Her sexy red lips were slightly parted, and she began to breathe irregularly. Seeing this, I knew the teacher had been aroused by the adult film. As the female teacher on the screen began to undress and seduce the male students, I lowered my head and whispered in her ear: "Teacher!" "Why is your face so red? Are you too hot? Shall I help you take off your coat?"
The teacher still didn't react, so I took the initiative to unbutton her coat. As soon as I lifted the short coat, my mouth watered. Underneath was a strapless backless dress. Looking down, I could clearly see that the backless dress couldn't contain her full breasts at all. Looking inward from her snow-white cleavage, I could see a semi-transparent strapless bra with a red bow in the center. I curiously put two fingers into her cleavage and pulled the bow. The bra came loose, and her full, elastic breasts bounced forward, filling the backless dress and revealing half of her breast shape. My God! The teacher's huge breasts were actually just a result of being held in place by a bra; in fact, they were huge breasts! I boldly reached down to the teacher's waist and gently pulled her backless dress up. The hem of the dress gradually slipped from her light blue skirt, partially revealing her cute little belly button. Because the dress had no elasticity, it got stuck under her large breasts and couldn't be pulled up any further. Sigh… what a pity. I should have known better than to be so curious and untie the bow.
I observed her closely; not only were her large breasts rising and falling with her heavy breathing, but her eyes were also half-open and hazy. Seeing that she not only didn't resist my actions but also let me do as I pleased, I pressed my advantage and asked, "Teacher! Are you tired? Can you lie down and rest for a bit?"
Seeing that she still didn't react, I gently pushed her body to her left. She naturally raised her left hand, propped her head up with her elbow on the sofa, and continued watching the porn I had carefully chosen. Then I lifted her alluring legs, which were resting on the table, to the right side of the sofa, and she lay comfortably on her side. I peered down her long, slender legs. Though it was somewhat dark inside, I could vaguely make out a small red panty. What was usually a hazy, unseen sight from the podium, something I could only admire from afar, was now open to my intimate contemplation. I couldn't resist reaching out with trembling hands to unhook the back of her skirt and pull down the zipper. Then I ripped off the light blue skirt. Finally, I could admire the sexy outfit beneath. I'd already thought her panties were quite revealing on the tram, but today they were even sexier—a sheer fabric matching her bra. The panties only had a single embroidered butterfly on the vital area, the bows on either side slightly sunken into the flesh. It seemed the teacher had a bit of a masochistic streak; otherwise, why would she tie her panties so tightly? Because the panties were so scant, her plump buttocks were completely exposed, appearing even more rounded and dazzling under the tight flesh-colored stockings. Looking further ahead, the narrow panties were nestled into her full, fleshy cleft, barely covering her most private parts. Thick, glossy pubic hair swayed seductively outside, contrasting sharply with her long, snow-white legs, which appeared even whiter and more supple, especially against the stockings.
At that moment, the television began to broadcast the moans of a man and woman making love. Looking at the alluring body before her, I think few could resist such temptation! Especially for a hot-blooded young man like me, I couldn't suppress my inner impulses at all. I could only let my body lunge forward violently. My entire weight pressed the teacher, who was lying on her side, flat onto the sofa. After straddling the teacher's thighs, I buried my head in the breasts I had longed for, and my little brother pressed into the end of her thighs at the same time. Although there was a gap between my shorts and the teacher's silk panties, the teacher's elastic thighs still held my little brother tightly. I was not to be outdone and my penis swelled up against her soft mons pubis. After a burst of milky fragrance rushed into my brain, my little brother actually throbbed forward, and warm fluid immediately spread in my lower abdomen.
Just as I passionately ejaculated, a fiery slap brought me down from heaven. I looked at my teacher in shock; her previously charming, drunken demeanor had transformed into a violent and ferocious expression. I had never seen my teacher so angry. My doom was near. Sure enough, she forcefully threw me off the sofa and unleashed a vicious, ruthless attack. Despite her viciousness, the shrew's beautiful body exuded a fatal attraction. Driven by lust, I fought back with bloodshot eyes. Fortunately, my teacher was still unsteady on her feet and often lost her balance, nearly falling. I managed to stand up and deliver a powerful straight punch. My fist sank into her soft, large breasts. Perhaps the double airbags cushioned the impact, because my teacher wasn't knocked down. Instead, she used her right leg to kick back, the heel of her high heel striking my vulnerable abdomen. I immediately collapsed to the ground and knelt down, begging for mercy.
"Teacher! Forgive me, I didn't mean to."
"What do you mean you didn't mean to? Where did you get the videotape?"
"A classmate lent it to me. Judging from the title, I thought it was a school romance drama. I had no idea it was like this." Now he had no choice but to betray his friend.
"Okay! Then why did you take off my clothes?"
"Teacher! It's because you were too hot, so I helped you take them off. I asked you, didn't I? Have I forgotten?"
(Ah! My head hurts so much. I really can't remember what just happened. Did I wrongly accuse him?)
"That's not right either! Why did you dare to lie on top of me?"
"Teacher! I'm sorry. I acted impulsively because I saw how beautiful you are. Please forgive me, teacher?"
Hearing the student's lewd praise and looking at her half-naked body, the female teacher felt a surge of excitement and pleasure.
(He shouldn't be too blamed for this, though he might escape the death penalty, he couldn't escape punishment.)
"You dared to fight with your teacher just now! What do you have to say for that?"
"Teacher! I'm innocent! You hit me too hard, I was acting in self-defense!"
"What self-defense? That's nonsense! I almost got caught by you today. If I don't punish you properly, what will become of me in the future!"
"Teacher! I know I was wrong. Next time you hit me, I'll accept the punishment obediently. Please forgive me this time."
"Seeing as you sincerely want to change, I'll let you off this time. However, the standard for not being punished when you pass the test is raised to 70. You're now being punished to study hard, understand?"
I inwardly groaned, but still said aloud: Teacher! Don't worry, I definitely won't let you down.
"Fine! Let's go back!"
In the end, I dragged my bag and scrambled away in a sorry state. On my way home, I reflected on why today's plan had failed. Sigh... it must be because I couldn't control my body in the end. As a result, "eating too much at the right time leads to disaster." The ancients were right. But this was the first time I had seen a woman's body. No one can control themselves! I'll learn from this experience and believe that I will remember this painful lesson next time. It's just that my school life from now on will be difficult.
Meanwhile, the female teacher was at home trying hard to recall what had happened. She only vaguely remembered that after attending the wedding banquet, she was still quite drunk and ran into some acquaintances, talking with them for half an hour before going home. By the time she got home, the alcohol had started to wear off, but she was so tired that she fell asleep as soon as she lay down. She couldn't remember anything after that, only that this despicable boy had used a pornographic videotape to seduce her, making her feel hot all over. She didn't know how much he had taken advantage of her. If he hadn't been so impatient and woken her up, or if she hadn't returned half an hour late and the alcohol hadn't slowly dissipated, her virginity, which she had guarded for twenty-eight years, would have been broken by this young brat tonight. Thinking about how she had been so careful all along, and how she had only managed to escape this fate by sheer luck, she regretted not listening to her mother and not letting any men into her apartment. Indeed, her mother was right; all men are bad.
After figuring out the cause and effect, the female teacher locked the door and began to tidy herself up. She tried to take off her backless dress but found that her large breasts were stuck in the middle.
"I had to cut it open with scissors. That brat wasted my clothes!" the teacher cursed incessantly.
The female teacher angrily walked to the sofa, took out the scissors from under the table, sat down, and carefully cut open her clothes along her cleavage. Just then, an adult film was playing, showing a teacher and student having passionate sex in the classroom, their lewd moans echoing. The intense sexual scene made the English teacher involuntarily reach out her left hand to touch her private parts. Only then did she realize that her thin panties were covered in the student's filthy semen, and her own vaginal fluid was also flowing out, mixed in with it. A strong sense of humiliation mixed with pleasure struck the female teacher's heart. Her right hand inadvertently plunged the tip of the scissors into the sensitive skin of her large breasts. A strong sense of intense pleasure shot through her brain. The scissors continued to prick her tender, sensitive skin, and the female teacher seemed to enjoy this painful pleasure. She further slid her fingers inside her panties; the cleft was already soaking wet, perhaps still mixed with the student's semen. She knew it was wrong to think like this, but the feeling of the student hitting her still lingered. Ah! How could this be? The lingering desire within her was igniting a stronger urge than usual.
"Ugh..." Obscene moans began to escape her lips.
(Ah! No! No! How could I be so lewd, thinking of my own student?)
As her fingers began to caress the protruding clitoris, her fragile reason was immediately overwhelmed.
"Ah... I can't take it anymore!"
The female teacher's pupils suddenly dilated as she stared at the teacher and student on the television. Her confused mind began to conjure up the humiliating image of Xiao Ming forcibly pressing down on her.
"Ah... Ah... Xiao Ming... Ah... Ah..."
The female teacher called out her student's name, reaching the peak of lust along with the teacher and student in the pornographic film.
(Ah! My head is throbbing again. How could I have thought of having sex with my student? Ah! No! No!)
The female teacher kept shaking her head, trying to get rid of this horrible image. Occasionally, she would catch a glimpse of the lewd scene of teacher-student intercourse on the screen, which would bring back memories of her orgasm. In this back-and-forth struggle, the female teacher finally collapsed on the sofa, exhausted, and fell into a deep sleep.
Ever since I was beaten by the teacher, my school life has indeed been a dark time. Although my teacher promised to forgive me, she would still beat me very hard after every monthly exam. I was so afraid of being beaten that I dared not have any wild thoughts in class anymore. When I got home, I could only obediently study. From then on, I never dared to have any wicked thoughts about my English teacher again. Of course, I didn't even dare to go near my teacher's apartment. I only dared to look at my teacher from afar on my way to and from school, fantasizing about the beautiful body under her suit. But all of this was worth it because I finally scored over 70 on the final exam and even received an extra allowance!
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