My Arrogant Female Teacher

I have absolutely no safety precautions when having sex with women (anal sex is generally an exception). I think if the other person is a respectable woman, sex should be safe. In
junior high school, I had a crush on my Chinese teacher. At that time, she was in her thirties, and although her child was four or five years old, she still had a beautiful figure. I always
fantasized about making love with her. When I saw her bra peeking out during class, my penis would get hard. In order to win her favor and get her attention,
my Chinese grades were the best in the whole grade. Later, I went to another high school and eventually went to university in Beijing. We maintained the best teacher-student relationship.
But I never forgot the sexual partner who had "accompanied" me for many years.
During the summer vacation of my senior year of college, my Chinese teacher was going abroad with her 11-year-old son (her husband had gone abroad a year earlier). The morning before she left,
I went to her house to say goodbye. Afterwards, the teacher asked me to sit on the sofa, took a can of drink from the large refrigerator, and as she leaned over to hand it to me,
a pair of breasts that I had imagined countless times came into view. The teacher was wearing a short nightgown, and even now, fresh and still sexy. As I took the drink, my gaze probably didn't
linger on her large breasts. I absentmindedly squeezed her hand; it was so smooth, so delicate, not at all like the hands of a woman in her thirties. The teacher
didn't to resist; after giving me the drink, she sat down on the sofa as well. I smelled a faint perfume scent, so alluring. I asked the teacher about packing my luggage. She asked me how my university life was going
. After chatting for a while, I got up to leave because I felt my little brother was becoming increasingly unruly, and I was afraid of letting my teacher know
this secret. But my teacher wouldn't let me go, grabbing my arm and asking me to stay and have a meal with her. I was at a loss and sat back down on the sofa.
Perhaps suddenly, or perhaps intentionally, as I sat down, my teacher also sat down, pressing herself tightly against me. Her breasts
swayed against my arm as she sat down. I suddenly became aroused and quickly rubbed my arm against hers. The teacher gently touched my breast (below), and I quickly withdrew my
arm, my face instantly turning red. The teacher glanced at me and, seemingly unintentionally, lightly rubbed my breast with her right hand. Then she asked me if I had any girlfriends in college, adding a question about my
nipples. I pulled my hand away from the door lock and pulled her into my arms...
It was particularly noticeable. At this moment, I saw that the teacher's gaze had changed to one of lust, and she casually placed her hand on my bulging nipple: "You really
need to tell your sexual partner so he/she can take measures or use other methods. Making you feel good is an obligation, and making you feel safe is a conscience."
"Have you two made love?" The teacher's actions and questions made my little brother stand at attention. "It's so hot, and you're wearing thin pants. They're bulging out,
and I knew you were a little rascal then," she said, giving me a hard squeeze. I was completely captivated by the teacher's words and actions. Years of longing
exploded within me. I pulled her into my arms and forcefully squeezed her soft, large breasts. Her first moan stirred my
erotic cells. We embraced. We kissed all the way;
ten years ago, watching porn was all the rage on Beijing universities. I was a collector, and most of the sex techniques and positions I saw were purely theoretical. My college girlfriends
and I only ever had some traditional sex, the most pleasurable being oral sex. That day, we were wild from early morning until noon the next day (our teacher told me her son
had just been picked up by his aunt and wouldn't be back until the afternoon of the following day). After a passionate kiss, we were both completely naked. Her skin was fair and
radiant , and her large breasts, though slightly sagging... But the swaying was even more alluring, a long, smooth patch of dark hair below her abdomen… everything was exactly
as I had imagined all these years. I happily pressed her head down, and she understood, kneeling before my legs, opening her mouth to take my penis in. It wasn't quite comfortable; her movements were uncoordinated.
Seeing my discomfort, she quickly released her mouth, cooing, "I've never done this before, please teach me how to do it. Tell me, and I'll do it." I thought she didn't like it and said, "Never mind."
She said no, she loved new explorations. While she was giving me oral sex under my "instructions," She groaned increasingly wantonly as I gently lifted her hair,
pressed her down onto the sofa, and pinned her beneath me. She held my penis… I ejaculated directly into her body. Throughout the day, we engaged in oral sex,
anal sex, breast sex, masturbation, and sadomasochistic play. I released my precious essence into her body, into her mouth, into her anus, onto her hair,
covering her entire body. She exclaimed that the feeling was wonderful; she was in her thirties and hadn't realized there was such a rich fluid, such pleasurable sex. Life.
We communicated frequently by phone, talking about life and the meaning of the world. After each conversation, I would think of her naked body. Although I also had girlfriends at that time, and sometimes we had sex,
for nearly 30 hours, we were naked, like primitive people, making love naked, cooking naked, eating naked, naked…
That time, we made love everywhere—on the sofa, on the bed, on the dining table, on the floor, on the toilet, in the kitchen, in the outhouse, on the balcony. She had at least 50
orgasms, and I used my hand just once… She reached orgasm five or six times. When I left her house, I was a little weak, and she told me to be careful. She said that
when Jiazhen was teaching me, she could tell that I had feelings for her. At that time, she treated me like a child and liked me quite a bit. It wasn't until I rubbed my hands against her breasts that she released her desire. She said
that after this frenzy, she would feel relieved even if she died. Although she and her husband hadn't had sex for more than 15 minutes in ten years, and it was just a
monotonous position of him on top of her and her on top of him, their relationship was still very good. Her husband was understanding towards her. Along the way, she decided
to settle . She said: "I've never cheated before. When my husband was abroad, I often used my hands. The most outrageous time
was when I used a cucumber. I'm too embarrassed to buy sex toys. I won't cheat again. This time is enough. Thank you." After hearing her words, I was very moved. Looking at the tears rolling down her face, my eyes also felt a little...
Many
years later, after I had many sexual experiences (I have always preferred to date women born in the 1950s, 60s, and early 70s), I recalled the time I
made love with my teacher. For me, it was a "dream come true." We made love for enjoyment.
If the other person objected, I wouldn't force it. Condoms are fine. Prostitutes must wear condoms, otherwise, it's out of the question. As far as I know, most men...
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