Peeping at the teacher

My

Chinese teacher was a 30-year-old woman. While her looks were average, her figure was simply stunning. Her full, rounded breasts often distracted us male students, making it impossible to concentrate on the lesson. Our eyes were constantly drawn to her breasts; I guessed they were a 34D. Occasionally, when she bent over, she would accidentally reveal them, giving us a glimpse.

Of course, I would also deliberately create opportunities to peek at her breasts and underwear: I would wait until she sat down, then stand and ask her questions, looking down into her neckline. Surprisingly, this seemingly dignified and conservative teacher sometimes didn't wear a bra, her entire breasts clearly visible, which excited me greatly. As for looking at her underwear, I would use the stairwell bends to peek from below. Although she mostly wore short skirts, the chances of successfully peeking were slim, and it was always the same plain white style, nothing special… until the summer tutoring class before she entered third grade.

During the tutoring class, my Chinese teacher got divorced. I heard it was because she couldn't stand her husband's habitual beatings and abuse, so she divorced him. The thought that a man would lay a hand on a kind female teacher made me feel uneasy; that man must be a coward.

On my way home after tutoring, I passed the convenience store at the end of the alley and went in to buy a drink. Unexpectedly, I ran into my Chinese teacher. I learned she had moved to a neighboring alley and was there to buy some supplies. I chatted with her until we reached her new apartment building. She welcomed me to come over for homework help or just to chat.

Perhaps because living alone was too boring, and thinking of how pitiful my teacher was, I felt ashamed of my past disrespectful behavior towards her. So, I decided to go to her house to review my lessons after dinner. When I rang the doorbell, the teacher who opened the door was wearing shorts and a strapless t-shirt, her hair still damp, looking like she had just finished showering.

My teacher was helping me review while she read her own book. Since her study was decorated in a Japanese style, we could only sit on the tatami mats. She was so engrossed in her book that her posture became increasingly casual. Sometimes, her loose shorts would spread her legs, revealing her underwear and a few pubic hairs. The feeling of being spied on was incredibly stimulating. Soon, I felt a damp, sticky, and cool sensation in my crotch. I lied and said I was going to the bathroom to clean myself. Suddenly, I remembered her clean underwear in the laundry basket. I took it out, played with it briefly, and quickly returned to the study, afraid of arousing her suspicion. Unexpectedly, when I entered the study, she immediately asked me: "Were you just playing with her underwear?"

My heart pounded with fear, and I stood there, blushing and speechless. It turned out that she had been spying on me through the ventilation hole under the bathroom door, witnessing my shameful behavior. Luckily, I had managed to refrain from masturbating, or it would have been even worse.

The teacher stood up, walked to my side, and said she didn't mind and even wanted me to have sex with her. I couldn't believe my ears, but the teacher immediately took off her shorts and t-shirt and rubbed her breasts against me. My penis immediately became erect.

The teacher pulled my hand to caress her breasts, and her lips pressed against mine. The teacher's proactive attitude was hard for me to accept; I never dreamed of such a scene. I couldn't wait to pull down her panties, my erect penis ready to penetrate her, but the teacher stopped me, indicating that I should caress her hot body first. She must have been laughing at my inexperience, because my hands were trembling and my face was completely red. Recalling scenes from porn I'd seen before, I instantly got into the mood. Our tongues intertwined, her legs tightly wrapped around my waist. I noticed she was soaked, her love juices making my lower abdomen sticky and wet. I moved my lips down, from her neck to her chest. When I took her nipple into my mouth, she shuddered. I gently massaged her other nipple with one hand, while the other had been exploring the forbidden zone for a while, my fingers digging into that alluring little crevice, glistening with her juices. It seemed she was ready for me to breach her defenses. She placed her legs on my shoulders, her vulva clearly visible before me. Her labia majora were plump, her pubic hair thick, and her vulva glistened with her juices. Parting her dark red labia minora, the wet depths of her vagina were clearly visible.

Before, I could only peep, but now I could openly admire her up close—how lucky I was. At this point, I wasn't in a hurry to penetrate the teacher. Driven by lust, I lowered my head and began licking her genitals, my tongue swirling around her clitoris. The strange smell of her vaginal fluid filled my nostrils. The teacher's reaction was intense; her body slowly arched, her waist almost suspended in the air, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid and loud.

The lustful teacher exuded a wild allure. I lifted her legs onto my shoulders again, and using her vaginal fluid as lubricant, I slowly thrust my penis in, only beginning to move after it was fully inside. The teacher moaned hysterically, caressing her large breasts with both hands. For the first time, I felt the excitement of sex, her slippery vagina enveloping my penis, the warm, moist sensation making me never want to pull out. But things didn't go as planned; in my eagerness to thrust, I soon ejaculated inside her.

Afterwards, while showering in the bathroom, the teacher asked for sex again, which I gladly accepted. This time, the teacher gripped the bathtub curtain rod with both hands, her legs spread open, exposing her genitals and anus. I inserted my penis into her vagina from behind while passionately rubbing her large breasts. The teacher's body swayed enthusiastically, responding with moans of "Mmm... Ah... Mmm..." I wanted to play with her anus, but she refused, finding it too disgusting and dirty. Anyway, I was already satisfied with having sex with her.

I continued for about five minutes before ejaculating inside her vagina again. Then the teacher helped me shower and clean myself, and we caressed each other until we were both exhausted. Around 11 o'clock, I hurriedly ran home. Before leaving, the teacher gave me the underwear she had worn that day.

After that, we had sex more than ten times, always at the teacher's house. After I withdrew from the tutoring class, the teacher went back to her hometown for vacation, while I participated in a camp.

After the semester started, I learned that the teacher had been transferred to the south and had even given up her apartment. I wonder if it was because of me…
I am now a second-year student at a teachers' college, and from now on, I will be a teacher…

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