He shot a bullet in the English teacher's face

My home is in Dongping, next to Yinshan Town, near the Yinyue Hotel. 2013 marked our sixth year here. Before that, my childhood friend and I enjoyed dating the girls in the village. But Huang Dewu always liked to hook up with girls over 28, which annoyed me. So I moved away and stopped contacting him on WeChat to meet girls. We were too used to it; he was too mature, even though our average age was just over 30. Haha, I'm pretty handsome, 170cm tall, with a striking face, a trendy hairstyle, and a limited-edition jacket that exudes personality. I used to have a crush on my junior high English teacher. I was in my final year of junior high, and English was a part of the curriculum. As everyone knows, those who study foreign languages are usually quite trendy, and there weren't many female English teachers. My English teacher back then was a woman. She wasn't tall, had a long face, long hair tied in two braids, fair skin, and a kind heart. She was already in her mid-thirties then, and I heard she was transferred from Xinfadi Market. Women who hadn't had children were very attractive to me, especially when she wore skirts with shiny black stockings, sometimes even showing her bare thighs. She was incredibly sexy. I always felt that her style was much more glamorous and beautiful than the female classmates around me. Even the prettiest girls in the school looked quite pathetic compared to her stockings.

It must have been the fifth month of the year, and it was another English class. In my eyes, the English teacher was incredibly beautiful. Because it was in the countryside, unlike in the city, the difference was huge, and information was limited. As a boy, my sexual awareness was uncontrollably awakening with age. My desire for women's bodies had reached an unparalleled level, but unfortunately, I never received any technical guidance, so it remained only at the level of instinct. I was just thinking about what to do… when my English teacher suddenly came over, pinched my thigh, and asked, "What are you looking at?" Even her voice was so pleasant, it wasn't a free pinch, haha… My answer stunned her. From her expression, I knew she was shy. No matter how strict she was, she was still a woman, a woman I could manipulate. I told her, "Teacher, your stockings are so pretty," and then I was punished by standing for the entire class…

Soon it was the final exams. I got 11 points on my English test and was called to the office by the teacher. She asked me why I was last in the whole grade. I had passed Chinese and Math, but my English was so bad, and a whole bunch of other questions. After thinking for a long time, I said, "I really don't know how. Nobody teaches me English." The English teacher said, "Then I'll teach you. You have to study hard and grow up to be successful, okay?" I nodded vigorously.

One day after chemistry class, I handed a newly written essay to Teacher Li, asking him to give me some pointers and revisions. I happened to be passing by my English teacher's office. I knocked on the door and went inside, but no one was there. There were several plastic boxes on the sofa. I went closer and saw that one of them contained stockings and a bra. Without thinking, I picked it up and brought it to my nose to smell it. Wow, it had a unique scent, like my mother's… Ah!! I was startled awake by a scream. Turning around, I saw my English teacher. I froze. She lowered her head, blushing. I quickly hid the bra behind my back and tiptoed up to her, saying, "You're back! What are you holding?" "I...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." The English teacher looked up from below, staring at me from behind. I don't know where I got the courage, but I kissed her on the cheek. Just as I was about to stick out my tongue, she pushed me away, followed by a slap. I was stunned and fell onto the sofa. The English teacher, with her big, watery eyes, burst out laughing. I looked at her strangely, wondering what to do next. Would she tell my mom? Just then, the English teacher said, "Silly child, what are you doing here?" I said, "I just happened to be passing by. I couldn't understand my English book and wanted to ask you for help." The teacher said, "Let me give you a lesson now. Come and sit down." I got up and walked timidly to the English teacher's side. I was standing, and my English teacher started explaining, but my mind wasn't on the textbook. I'd never looked at my English teacher so closely before: her bleached straight hair, fair skin, full, pert buttocks, and delicate, beautiful feet. I quietly watched her, keeping my breathing as soft as possible. To my right was the wall, and to my left was my English teacher. Because I was standing, I could see her pink nipples and the shallow cleavage, and my little brother immediately got hard. My English teacher asked me if I understood, and after I hummed in agreement a few times, I suddenly reached my right hand inside her clothes from behind, sealed her mouth with my tongue, grabbed her arms tightly with my left hand, and quickly slid my right hand down to her thighs… Ouch… I snapped back to reality with a jolt of pain. I'd been daydreaming. The teacher had pinched my arm so hard! She said, “What are you thinking about? I'm going to explain something to you, and you're just spacing out.” I said, “I'm thinking about what to eat for lunch.” (Why does the teacher look so fierce? Uh, she seems angry, oh no!) I immediately knelt down in front of her and started pounding her thigh, saying, “Teacher, you've worked so hard! Don't be angry, I was wrong.” Her expression softened instantly. Seeing this worked, I continued pounding and pinching. Then she said, “I don't know what you're thinking about all day, you're not studying properly.” I smiled wickedly and said, “I will study hard, teacher! I'll definitely study English hard for you!” The teacher instantly became serious: “Not for me, but for yourself!” I said yes, yes, for myself, not to let the teacher down. Hehe, I started kneading, and then I kneaded the inside of the teacher's legs, gently rubbing and secretly watching the teacher's expression. The teacher wasn't looking at me but was staring at her book. I suddenly became bolder and placed my hands near the middle of her legs to knead. The teacher's legs were tightly closed. Seeing that the teacher wasn't paying attention to me, I stood up, rubbing the inside of her thigh with one hand and placing the other hand on the teacher's shoulder, and said to the teacher: "Teacher, are you tired? Let me give you a good massage." The teacher said: "Your massage is quite comfortable. Have you learned it?" I said I always massage my mom, hehe. I said: "Teacher, please lie down, otherwise I can't massage it well." The teacher went to the sofa, took off her shoes, revealing her long-lost beautiful feet, and lay down. My plan succeeded, haha. I started kneading her beautiful feet first, and then kneaded her left leg. The teacher was wearing a skirt and wasn't wearing stockings today, plus the teacher... Her skin was beautiful; it felt just right when I squeezed it. As I pushed upwards, I said to the teacher, "Teacher, your skin is so beautiful! How do you take care of it?" She explained to me, but I didn't really hear a word she said. Then I pushed down to her inner thigh and tentatively asked, "Teacher, my mom said that squeezing this area has a beauty effect on women. Can I squeeze it?" She said, "Really? Try it." While squeezing, I subtly pushed up her skirt and saw her light blue underwear. A surge of desire welled up inside me, and I changed from squeezing to rubbing, reaching directly to her vagina and gently rubbing. I unconsciously glanced at her expression and noticed her eyes were closed; she seemed to be falling asleep. After about three minutes of rubbing, a wet liquid stuck to my hand. I asked her what it was, but she didn't answer. She seemed to be asleep, but her rapid breathing told me she wasn't actually asleep. Seeing that the teacher didn't answer me, I slipped my hand directly inside her underwear from the side. Just two fingers wouldn't go in, stuck on the edge. I spread her legs wider and put my hand back where the liquid had left it. Again, just two fingers, and with a forceful push, it went in! "Ah..." the teacher cried out. I was startled and about to pull my hand out when I looked at her. She still hadn't opened her eyes, so I confidently began to move my hand back and forth. Soon, she trembled all over, saying, "No, no!" But I knew she didn't really want me to take my hand out, so I continued moving it until her breathing gradually calmed and her body stopped trembling. Only then did I pull my hand out. She still hadn't opened her eyes. I quickly pulled down my shorts, boldly walked to her chest, touched her breasts, and placed my penis inside her still-closed eyes. I said to her, "Teacher, open your mouth." Just as she was about to ask what I was doing, I suddenly shoved my penis into her mouth. Her eyes widened, and she tried to pull her head out. I said to her, "Teacher, I like you. Don't move, just let me have some pleasure." Suddenly, she bit my penis. I slapped her hard, and tears instantly streamed down her face. I didn't pull out; instead, I thrust it all the way in. Forty seconds later, I ejaculated, spraying my semen all over my English teacher's face…

I was very happy that day because it was my last day of purity.

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