My Story with Teacher Chen

[My Story with Teacher Chen]

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Below, I'd like to share three special experiences I've had, experiences I still find unforgettable.
The first was during my sophomore year of university. There was a young substitute teacher in our department, surnamed Chen, whom we all called Xiao Chen. Teacher Chen was about 34 years old, 1.78 meters tall, and had a well-proportioned figure. She usually had short hair, loved sports, and mostly wore sportswear. To be honest, I didn't see any femininity in her. Until that day…
It was raining that day, and Teacher Chen called me and my roommate, Lao Liu, to help her with an activity plan. By the time we finished, it was already 7:30 PM, and we were soaked when we rushed out of the teaching building. Teacher Chen said, "Why don't you two stay at my place instead of going back to the dorm? You can take a shower there." I readily agreed because I was soaking wet and really needed to shower. But Lao Liu was busy with his girlfriend's date, and after telling me to make sure Teacher Chen got home safely, he left.
Ms. Chen and I hailed a taxi. I covered us both with my jacket and we quickly ran upstairs. In the stairwell, we stomped our feet and shook our heads to quickly dry ourselves off.
"I didn't expect you to be so considerate of girls, knowing to use your jacket to shield me from the rain. Come on in, I'll find you a dry towel so you don't catch a cold," Ms. Chen teased me, winking. I chuckled awkwardly and didn't say anything.
She lived on the fourth floor, and her room was quite large. I needed to pee, so I asked where the bathroom was and rushed over. When I went in, I was shocked to see her underwear hanging there. I never expected that Ms. Chen, who didn't care much about her appearance, was actually the secretly sensual type. There were seven or eight pieces of sexy lingerie hanging there, including a thong.
Only Ms. Chen and her 5-year-old daughter were home. Curious, I asked, "Ms. Chen, isn't your husband home?"
Ms. Chen's expression faltered for a moment, then she forced a smile, "No, he probably can't come back because of the rain."
At that moment, her daughter interjected, "Mommy's lying! Daddy never comes home, he doesn't want Niu Niu anymore. Waaah…" The little girl burst into tears, crying for her father. Ms. Chen frantically tried to soothe her. Unable to help, I said goodbye and went to take a shower.
After a while, my gaze was drawn to Ms. Chen's sexy lingerie. Without thinking, I reached for a black bra. I hadn't expected Ms. Chen, usually hidden under her sportswear, to be so well-endowed. Holding the bra in my left hand, I took down the thong with my right. People say that with regular underwear you see your buttocks, with thongs you see your underwear. Lost in thought, I noticed the bathroom door opened, and Ms. Chen suddenly burst in. "These are your pajamas..." Ms. Chen stopped mid-sentence, staring in surprise at my naked body as she held up her bra and panties. My mind went blank for a moment; I felt incredibly ashamed and didn't notice her gently closing the bathroom door.
"Are my lingerie pretty?" A seductive smile appeared on Ms. Chen's face.
"Pretty!" I swallowed hard and answered immediately.
"Then I'll put them on for you to see." Ms. Chen said, and began to undress. Her movements were slow and gentle, and I just stared blankly, not even thinking of stopping her. As her clothes were removed one by one, I saw her toned waist from exercise, her pert buttocks, and the large breasts I had expected.
Ms. Chen walked to my side and asked, "Do you think I'm attractive? Do I have any femininity?"
I couldn't speak, only nodding repeatedly.
"Then why does he say I don't have any femininity?! And why does he go looking for other women?!!" Ms. Chen whispered, her emotions running high.
It took me a moment to process what she meant by her husband. "Because he's an idiot," I said, staring at her body. I meant it. Looking at Ms. Chen in front of me, I suddenly felt that we had all been fooled by her usual pretense. She was so beautiful, with such a great figure, and her husband neglected such a woman. What else could he be but an idiot?
She was satisfied with my answer. She gently stroked my body with one hand, and slowly slid the other to my penis. I got hard immediately, and I could feel my penis throbbing in her hand.
She was a little taller than me. When she held onto the edge of the bathtub and bent over so I could fuck her, I had to stand on tiptoe to insert my penis. Her vagina was slippery, and it seemed she was excited too. I held her hips with both hands and thrust hard into her vagina. My stomach and her buttocks made a series of "slap slap" sounds.
Just then, her daughter suddenly called out from outside, "Mommy, tell Niu Niu a story, Niu Niu doesn't want to watch cartoons anymore." I immediately stopped. She turned around and glanced at me, whispering, "Coward." Then she stuck her butt out towards me again. I was instantly enraged. "Coward? I'll fuck you to death!" I ignored her daughter outside; all I wanted was to thrust my cock deep into her vagina.
The little girl cried out a few more times, and she had no choice but to say something to appease her: "Niu Niu, Mommy is helping Uncle with the laundry. I'll be right back. You watch your cartoons quietly for now, and Mommy will tell you a story later, mmm... ah!!" I was incredibly excited listening to her talking to her daughter while being fucked, and I thrust into her hard twice, making her cry out. I whispered in her ear, "Niu Niu's mom really did help me wash, but she used her own juices to wash my big cock."
She got excited, muttering, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me to death!"
I looked down and could see her anus contracting repeatedly with excitement, the muscles inside her vagina tightly gripping my penis. Suddenly, her buttocks tensed, "It's coming, ah!!!" She climaxed, her vagina contracting violently several times afterward. My lower back went numb, and my semen spurted out, shooting out seven or eight times.
After the climax, she slumped in my lap, and I kneaded her breasts with my hands; they were large and soft, feeling wonderful.
She asked me, "Do you like my breasts?" I nodded, and she smiled, then leaned close to my ear and said, "After Niu Niu falls asleep tonight, I'll come find you and give you a breastjob." She then lowered her head and took my penis into her mouth, licking it a few times. Noticing I was getting hard again, she was surprised and looked up, saying, "I've struck gold!"
That night we did it three more times—breastjob, oral sex, even anal sex. Towards the end, I honestly didn't know if I was fucking her or she was fucking me. We maintained a relationship for two years until I graduated from university. We never contacted each other again. The most unforgettable memory for me was fucking her through the bathroom door in front of her daughter.
Ren Qiying was a supermarket saleswoman, 38 years old, 1.6 meters tall, slim, and very talkative. We became familiar with each other, and after getting her phone number, I often sent her flirtatious text messages. I could sense that she was also the kind of person who wanted to have an affair but didn't have the courage.
So for a while, I only kissed her, hugged her, and touched her breasts, but she never let me touch her genitals. Every time I got really horny, she would rub her buttocks against my penis through my pants. Maybe because I'd never experienced that before, I actually ejaculated even through my pants. I couldn't hold back anymore; I wanted to fuck her. But I wasn't in a rush. After all these years of training, I wasn't the kind of naive kid who just wanted to take off his pants and fuck her. I wanted to wait for the right opportunity.
One day, she finished her night shift at 8:30. I waited for her at the supermarket where she worked and invited her to walk with me. I quietly led her to a secluded alley, only about a meter wide, rarely used by anyone.
She sensed something was wrong and tried to run away, but I grabbed her. "Sis, I won't do anything else, just like usual, I'll just touch you," I reassured her, trying to lower her guard, as I carried her into the alley. It was early August, and the weather was very hot. She was wearing a dress. I pressed her head down, forcing her to bend over, and then lifted the hem of her dress. She resisted fiercely. I lied to her again, "I won't penetrate you, just like usual, just rubbing against you." Only then did she calm down.
Just then, her phone rang. When she saw the caller ID, she panicked: "It's my husband! Stop, I need to answer."
A thought struck me – this was a perfect opportunity! I remained calm: "Sis, just answer it like this, I won't move."
She reluctantly agreed, then, with her buttocks sticking out, one hand against the wall, she answered the phone: "Honey, I just got off work, I'll be home soon, don't wait for me, I'll heat it up myself when I get home, ah!!!"
Taking advantage of her phone call, I quickly pulled down her panties and thrust my penis into her vagina. She screamed from the sudden change. Her husband asked her what was wrong on the phone. I immediately whispered in her ear, "Tell her you sprained your ankle, or you'll be finished if your husband finds out." She probably resigned herself to her fate, composed herself, and said on the phone, "It's okay, honey, I wasn't paying attention to my footing while on the phone and tripped. Ugh..." I heard her lying to her husband, and the thought of this woman being fucked by me while talking to her husband on the phone made me involuntarily speed up my thrusts, not even considering whether we'd be discovered. She gritted her teeth, silently enduring the penetration of my penis, and quickly hung up after saying a few words.
"How could you do this? You promised you wouldn't have sex with me," she asked, her voice trembling as she leaned against the wall.
I said, "You're not a virgin, what are you pretending to be innocent for? If you don't want to fuck
, why did you seduce me? You slut!!" She was stunned, not expecting me, who was usually so gentle and refined in front of her, to say such vulgar things. After a while, she said, "Hurry up, my husband and kids are waiting for me to come home for dinner. Please, hurry up and cum."
But for some reason, I was extremely excited at that time, and even with such rapid thrusting, I still didn't feel like cumming. Maybe it was because of the specific environment.
Later, I forced her to say things like "I'm a slut, I want you to fuck me hard" many times before I finally cummed to my satisfaction. Afraid that her husband would find out when he got home, I cummed outside.
After that, she changed her phone number and quit her job, probably deliberately avoiding me, and I never saw her again.
The third woman was someone I met at a party. Actually, the person at the party was her husband—Wang Yong. Wang Yong probably wanted to show off his wife's beauty, so he brought her along. Her name was Liu Yiran, and her gentle and elegant face and round, full figure matched her name perfectly. In my opinion, even movie stars couldn't compare to her. We all praised her, saying Wang Yong was incredibly lucky to have married such a beautiful woman, and she smiled shyly. Wang Yong was a long-haul truck driver, and our company happened to be paired with him. I don't know what motivated me, but I gradually became familiar with Wang Yong. Perhaps it was just so I could see her more often.
One day, a few of us were drinking together, and Wang Yong was there too. Later, Wang Yong got quite drunk and started rambling on and on about all sorts of things. He picked up a keychain and started showing off a pendant on it. I looked at his keys, and a thought suddenly popped into my head. Later, while they were all a bit tipsy, I asked to borrow Wang Yong's keychain to take a look. He casually handed it to me, and I excused myself to go to the restroom and left the table. I immediately drove to a 24-hour key duplication shop and had all his keys copied.
When I got back, it had taken less than 20 minutes in total. They laughed and said I was constipated and had dropped them in the toilet.
I returned the keys to Wang Yong, and he didn't suspect anything.
After we parted ways, they said they were going to play mahjong all night. I made an excuse that I wasn't feeling well and left. There were four of them, and they probably didn't want me to stay, so they didn't stop me.
After I left, I went straight to Wang Yong's house. It was past 1 a.m. When I inserted the key into his house and opened the door, I was still shocked by my own thoughts. That's right, I was going to go into their bedroom, pretend to be Wang Yong, and then have sex with his wife.
I had been to his house before, so I easily slipped into the bedroom. Liu Yiran was sleeping, snoring softly. There was no moon that night, and the bedroom was dark; you couldn't tell who was who unless you looked closely. I thought to myself, "God is on my side!"
I quietly took off my clothes, climbed onto the bed, and gently stroked Liu Yiran's back. She didn't wake up and even snuggled closer to me. My heart was pounding with excitement. Seeing that she didn't react, I boldly started touching her again. She woke up groggily: "He always does naughty things after drinking." It seems Wang Yong does this all the time.
I pretended to be drunk and hummed a few times, continuing to touch her. She didn't suspect anything and said, "Hurry up and finish, then we'll go to sleep. I'm sleepy." Hearing this, I was overjoyed. I eagerly pulled off her pajamas and kissed every inch of her skin. "Oh—honey, what's wrong with you today? Oh, oh—it feels so good, ah!! Don't kiss there, it's dirty." Hearing her soft moans, I went even harder, directly taking her clitoris into my mouth, my tongue forcefully probing into her vagina. Perhaps it was because she was so beautiful, but I had never done this to other women before.
She was probably experiencing oral sex for the first time, and slowly became immersed in the pleasure: "Oh, oh—honey, you're licking me so well, you've never done this to me before, ah—" She clamped my head tightly between her legs, her genitals rubbing violently against my face, and then she climaxed.
While she was still savoring the moment, I flipped her over, placed a pillow under her stomach to raise her buttocks high, and then thrust my hard penis inside. The feeling of being tightly enveloped by the flesh of her vagina was amazing. I couldn't help but thrust in and out. Her soft body vibrated with each thrust after her orgasm, her full buttocks undulating like jelly. I reached out and grabbed her breasts, pressing my entire body against hers, my hips pounding into her vagina like pile drivers.
"Ah—husband, you're so strong today, your penis seems so big, you're fucking me to death, harder, harder, oh, oh..." she moaned, trying to turn on the light. I grabbed her hand. "Husband, do you want to do it in the dark today? Oh, it seems even better this way, you're fucking me to death, ah!!" Hearing her moans, I couldn't control myself and ejaculated instantly, my hot semen hitting her vagina, bringing her to a second orgasm. Afterwards, I held her and stroked her body. She had two orgasms in a row, then, exhausted or sleepy, she fell into a deep sleep. Once I was sure she was asleep, I quickly put on my clothes and left Wang Yong's house.
Later, I heard that Wang Yong and Liu Yiran divorced. Apparently, they often argued. I don't know if it was related to what happened that night, but I think no one knows that I slept with Liu Yiran that night.
[The End]
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