Secondary school teachers

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In the early 1990s, there were many bad books. There was a book rental place near my house, and I often rented books. I remember one book I had vividly: a book by Wolong Sheng. I don't know if it was a fake, but the content was purely erotic, full of sexual descriptions. It was something like "Dragon Cauldron." I was
in the second year of junior high when I read that book. After reading it, I experienced nocturnal emissions and later learned to masturbate. Back then, when I rode my bike to school, I passed by a run-down train station. The video arcade was always showing very tempting videos. I mustered up the courage to watch a couple of them; they were all Category III films. But at the time, I thought it was very exciting.
Junior high school passed quickly. There weren't any good high schools in my area, so I went to a key high school in the provincial capital. That's where I experienced sex for the first time.
After enrolling, during my first history class, I saw our teacher, Ms. Han Zheng. She was about 27 or 28 years old at the time; about 1.60 meters tall, with fair skin and a dignified appearance. By the standards of beauty at the time, she was quite beautiful. However, by today's standards, her figure might not have been as curvaceous or full, and her waist and hip curves weren't quite S-shaped; perhaps it was because her clothes were more conservative back then.

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teaching style was usually 40 minutes long, followed by 5 minutes of free time. During the free time, everyone would read, and she would walk back and forth in the aisles. Since I was the study committee member, she would talk to me whenever she came near me, seemingly to inquire about the effectiveness of the teaching. I would chat with her for a while. I noticed she seemed particularly fond of chatting with boys, and later I learned there was a reason.
At the time, I was a boarding student. The student dormitory area was at the southernmost end, with the teaching buildings, canteen, water dispenser, and playground in the center, and the teachers' dormitories at the northernmost end. Back
then, after dinner, everyone would spend some time getting water from the water dispenser. I often bumped into Teacher Han Zheng there; she usually had her one-year-old child with her. After getting water, she would play with the child on the playground for a while before going home; that's when I had time to chat with her.
Finally, in 1... During the 0.1 holiday, everyone was busy going home. My home was quite far, and I wouldn't be back until the next day, so there weren't many people in the dorm that night. I wondered if I could go to her house to watch TV
. I happened to run into her when I went to the water dispenser. She asked, "Why aren't you home?" I said, "It's far, I'll be back during the day tomorrow." Later, I told her that no one was in the dorm and I wanted to go to her house to watch TV. I made the request very casually, without thinking about any issues between men and women.
I didn't even consider whether her husband was also on holiday or if he had any other inconveniences. She readily agreed, so I went to her house with her.
It was my first time there; a very cozy two-bedroom apartment. I went in and started watching TV in the living room. She poured me some water, then went to the bedroom and closed the door. When I came out, the room had changed. She was wearing loose-fitting clothes, and we ate sunflower seeds and watched TV together, chatting about things related to television. A while later, she went to put the child to sleep.
I continued watching. After the child fell asleep, she returned to the living room and casually collected the sunflower seed shells. In the instant she lowered her head, I inadvertently glanced at her fair, full breasts. Of course, she was wearing a bra, but that sight immediately sent a shiver down my spine.
My understanding of sex mostly comes from novels, because I loved reading books, storytelling, and novels when I was young; in junior high, I read a lot of martial arts novels, starting with the works of Mr. Da Jin Yong, and later many others.
She had a slight fever, and after settling down, we continued watching TV, but I was already a little aroused. It was natural not to have any such thoughts; I changed the channel to hide my nervousness. Afterwards, I switched to Phoenix TV's Chinese channel, which I remember was still broadcasting at the time, but I don't know why it stopped later.
I saw a TV series starring Irene Wan, and she suggested I watch it (she watched one episode). After watching for a while, there was a passionate scene, just kissing, nothing erotic. However, it made the atmosphere in the living room very awkward; there was no sound except for the breathing sounds coming from the TV. In that situation, it seemed to relentlessly fuel my desire; it was so hot;
I desperately wanted to escape, but I couldn't bear to. The scenes from the adult film, the erotic descriptions in the book, and my long-standing curiosity about women's bodies made me flustered and confused; my mind was racing. Looking back now, I realize how naive I was; I didn't know what to say to women, let alone guide them, and I didn't dare to do anything.

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It just seemed like she was waiting for something and couldn't bear to part; she seemed to be talking about TV, and then called me to eat something. Seeing that I was dazed, she asked if I was feeling unwell, my face was so red, and if I had a fever. She even came over and touched my forehead. I said no, no; I had desire in my heart, but actually I jumped away and didn't let her touch me; I don't understand at that time it seems like I always had the opposite mentality towards the opposite sex, wanting to get close but always avoiding.
I couldn't muster up the courage, and just then her family called, I guess it was Her husband, after she finished her phone call; I got up to leave, she said to watch for a while, but I still insisted on leaving, because I felt my thoughts were sinful; after leaving, I walked a few steps, feeling cold and quickly regretting it; thinking of her fair breasts, and the space between her legs, I felt depressed but didn't have the courage to go back;
I went back to the dormitory to pack my things and go home; after returning from vacation, until the second semester of my first year of high school, life was always important, and I never went to her house to watch TV again; sometimes her fair breasts would appear in my mind, and I would regret my actions.
Besides class, I only had contact with her in my daily life . It's less; before I knew it, the first year of high school ended. Before summer vacation, everyone decided whether to be in the arts or sciences classes, and I unsurprisingly chose science. After the class change, she was no longer my trusted teacher. During summer vacation, a similar situation occurred; all the other students from nearby dorms moved out, leaving me alone again.
I said yes, I'll go back tomorrow; then we talked about my class change and how she wouldn't be teaching me anymore; later I mentioned watching TV, and she said, "Great! You've got nothing else to do, go watch TV. Don't you like watching football? There's a game today."
So we went to her house for the second time. Things became much more casual. She ate the utensils, poured water herself, soothed the child, tidied the room, did laundry, and so on. Sometimes I'd lend a hand, and the first time I touched her hand, she didn't seem to notice. Finally, one time I squeezed her hand a little harder, and she must have noticed something was wrong, but she didn't say anything and continued with her work. It was a hot summer day, and she wore a long skirt.
After summer vacation, I was assigned to a new class, and the matter faded from memory. Strangely enough, I rarely saw her afterward, and even when I did, we didn't talk. As my studies became more important, I completely forgot about her. Time flies... The year passed quickly; we hadn't had much contact;
her petite figure finally began to shine; I had been trying to figure out how to get closer to her, and later, after she finished her work and the children went to sleep, she sat down with me to watch TV; I was watching a football match, which she didn't understand, so she could only watch the male players; we talked about these players, and I introduced them to her; then she suddenly asked, "It seems like all these football players have bowlegs." I said, "Really? I play too, and my legs are perfectly straight."
She said, "You play football?" I replied. "Yeah, did you watch the soccer game next semester? I always play, and we won the class championship!"
She laughed and asked, "Are you bow-legged too?" I said, "It's possible to be a little bow-legged when playing soccer, but I think I'm very straight." As I said this, I stood up to show her, and she teased me, saying that my legs weren't tight, there was a gap in the middle. I said, "Who doesn't? You are too." So she stood up too. She was much shorter than me, so she stood on the sofa, facing me. Suddenly, I don't know where I got the courage, I hugged her waist.
She pushed me away. I was very scared when she rejected me, so I quickly let go and apologized, saying "I'm sorry, teacher," not knowing what to say. She also fell silent, and we just stood there frozen.
Later, she asked me to sit down and gently told me to close my eyes. I honestly closed them, my heart pounding. She ran downstairs, seemingly to turn off the lights, and probably checked on the child. It seemed to get darker, and the TV volume was turned up a little. I felt her approaching me, and thinking it wouldn't be anything bad, I opened my eyes abruptly. She was straddling my lap, so close to me.
Her scent lingered on my face; it was strong. She hugged me, pressing her whole body against me, and I hugged her back, feeling her back heave.
To be honest, at that moment, she probably just wanted to experience a man's scent because she was so lacking in sexual desire, and hadn't yet decided to cross any boundaries; it was just that her desire overcame her reason later!
Later, it became a habit, and we talked more. I gradually learned that her husband didn't live locally; he worked in the oil industry and only came back two or three times a year. At that time, there was no TV in the dormitory, so during our conversations, she mentioned wanting to watch TV at her house; I had never been there before. Her
hand started to caress me through my clothes, and after a while, it finally slipped inside, grasping me. She felt my throbbing, my hardness, and seemed satisfied with my erection. I tried to take off her clothes, but I was clumsy and couldn't.
She then smiled softly, jumped down, and took off her skirt and underwear herself. In the dim light, I saw her naked body; I really wanted to turn on the light to get a closer look, especially at her most intimate parts, but I didn't dare move; she caught up with me. She started
kissing me; my kissing skills were really clumsy back then, feeling her soft, smooth tongue, but my teeth kept bumping against each other, making her laugh; while kissing, she took off my clothes; then I felt her smooth, delicate flesh pressing against me; I started to grasp her breasts, perhaps too forcefully, she hummed and told me to be gentler.
I then wandered around the water dispenser, not to get water, but just to… Sometimes I'd bump into her; and then, unexpectedly, I'd actually bump into her. She'd see me and greet me,
asking, "You haven't gone home yet?" Then, she'd lift her buttocks, grasp my penis, and start searching for her secret spot. Once she aimed, she'd lower herself, and I felt myself enter a warm, moist place, enveloped. She seemed to gasp, then began to writhe, enjoying my penetration. Perhaps because I'd masturbated before, I didn't ejaculate as easily as many virgins.
Her movements gradually became more intense, her moans louder, and I felt waves of intense frictional pleasure begin to assault me. As she moved, she whispered in my ear, "Tell me when you're about to cum." At the moment I was about to lose control, I mumbled something indistinctly. "I'm about to ejaculate"; she felt my sudden swelling, and she swallowed me deeply, no longer moving, enjoying my trembling and swelling.
A little while after I finished, she jumped down and ran to the bathroom, probably to clean up my genitals; at that time, condoms were probably not readily available at home; birth control pills were probably even less common in smaller cities; while she was in the bathroom, I quickly turned on the light; hoping to see her when she came back; when she returned, she was wrapped in a towel, and she curled up on the sofa, silent for a moment, then asked me to turn off the light; I had no choice but to turn it off again;
"Do you...like this?" she asked; I answered yes; "Is the teacher a bad teacher?" she asked again; "No, the teachers are very good, they impart knowledge, teach skills, and answer questions..." I don't know why I blurted out the text; this amused her, and the atmosphere became much more relaxed. "This isn't a good deed, I have nothing to regret about what I did, but you're too young, and high school is a crucial time. Your studies are going very well, and if this affects you, I'll have a guilty conscience for the rest of my life." She said it very seriously;
I was speechless;

she continued, "You can't tell anyone about this, you have to keep it a secret. Don't show off just because you've experienced something others haven't, this isn't a good deed!" I promised, saying, "I won't tell anyone." "Just this once, thankfully I won't teach you anymore, forget it, and there will never be a next time, okay?"
This time I was silent;
she emphasized it, and I nodded in agreement; later I said, "After I finish university..." Before I could finish, she interrupted me; "So what if you finish university? Forget it, there won't be a next time, you'll have a better future." She was clearly filled with remorse and worry about the job ;
I could see her panic and hesitation. I told her I had to go. She seemed scared too and didn't want me to stay. I got dressed, drank some water, and prepared to leave. At the door, she hugged me again and whispered in my ear, "Forget about it. When you come back from summer vacation, you won't even remember this. Let's pretend it never happened." I nodded, opened the door, and went out.
As we embraced, I was flustered, my heart pounding, my mind blank, not knowing what to do; yet my manhood was already erect, stubbornly pressing against her lower abdomen; she felt it too.
On the way back to the dormitory, I still felt a sense of joy and pride in Yun Langling's appearance; I also wondered what she was thinking...
After the college entrance exam, everyone estimated their scores and filled out their applications. At that time, I really had no idea or experience about what to study. She came to me once, specifically to talk about applications. I have to thank her for that; she suggested schools specializing in telecommunications, and I chose the well-known university in the capital and got in. Now, with the success of my work and career, I think she deserves some credit.

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