My Heartbreaking First Night with My Teacher

My Heartbreaking First Night with My Teacher
[Author: Unknown]
The story takes place in June of the fourth year of my junior high school entrance exam. At that time, the top students in our grade,
led came to the county town to take the unified exam for teachers' colleges and vocational schools. I'd like to add that in our poor mountainous area, in those
days, all the excellent students generally came to take this exam because their families didn't have the money to send them to high school, and university was extremely far away for
us .
My teacher was standing in front of me. I smelled that familiar, faint fragrance again, and her snow-white shoulders were
covered with... After days of torment, the students who applied for vocational schools left with joy or regret.
Eleven of us, including myself, who applied for teachers' colleges, stayed to participate in the interview at Sanhe University. Three teachers stayed: one school leader, one of
our graduating class... Our homeroom teacher, along with a female music teacher, stayed behind to coach our arts
and physical education students in preparation for the entrance exams.
It's actually quite funny, but back then, my school, in order to improve its college entrance exam pass rate, practically skipped classes for
subjects like history, geography, and mental health, and didn't even provide textbooks, because these subjects weren't covered in the high school entrance exam.
Only music was different, since it was sometimes included in teacher training school entrance exams. So, surprisingly, there was a music class.
The tense atmosphere of the high school entrance exam was finally over. We breathed a sigh of relief; everyone was happy. The talk of "opening up" here
is finally over. So the boys and girls went shopping together, no longer afraid of the rumors spreading everywhere.
For most of us classmates, going to the county town at fourteen or fifteen was a first, so we were inevitably excited and couldn't
help but marvel at the city's prosperity, although now it seems insignificant. We walked all afternoon,
our legs were weak; walking on paved roads is much harder than walking on mountain paths.
After dinner, they went to see a movie with their teacher. I didn't go because I didn't have any money. I stayed in the hotel alone,
took a hot shower, and comfortably lay in bed watching TV. Actually, the electricity... The television was equally novel to me; we'd never
had one in our family.
To my surprise, it was my music teacher, standing in the doorway in a long pink dress (years later I learned it was called a nightgown).
While watching TV, I was also doing something else: admiring my penis. I'd noticed it seemed to be getting longer over the past
year or two . During normal, soft periods, the change wasn't significant, only the glans gradually became more exposed. But
in the mornings and evenings, it would become long and hard, making me very uneasy.
When I pulled down my underwear to look at it, it would become erect. If I ignored it while watching TV for a while, it would soften. Going there is quite interesting.
I had no idea what kind of creature it would grow to be. I guess it grows as the man grows up, right
? A little while later, I heard someone knocking on the door. I wondered who it could be. I quickly put on my clothes, opened the door, and what I saw surprised me greatly
.
Actually, my music teacher is quite petite, only about 1.5 meters tall, but very beautiful. Her breasts and buttocks are always
very prominent and eye-catching. She sings very well, clear and melodious, graceful and elegant. She can also dance.
She danced at a school party once, and one of her moves involved stretching her legs out into the air… Her white, jade-like legs were revealed beneath her skirt
, and I gasped in shock. It was true! With such talent, she married a school director—quite
enviable.
(I once tutored her face-to-face about music; she had a faint, delicate fragrance
unlike any of the other girls in my class. Later I learned she used high-quality perfume. Ah, there was so much I didn't know back then.)
Her pink skirt had two prominent straps, revealing half of her ample breasts and a considerable portion of her calves. Looking at her
faint smile, I felt awkward for a moment, and stammered, " "Teacher, didn't you go to see the movie?"
She smiled slightly, "Of course not. Come over here, I have something to tell you."
I closed the door and followed her. Her skirt swayed back and forth, quite alluring. For a moment, I felt a sinful
impulse—if only I could lift her skirt… But I didn't dare. A little while later, we arrived at the teacher's room. (Because
she was the only female teacher there, she had a single room).
Her room was quite luxurious, and I couldn't help but look around. She closed the door and asked me to sit down on the bed. I thought she would
ask me to review the sheet music; normally we… I usually answer questions standing up, but today she asked me to sit down, and I
felt a little awkward.
I sat down somewhat awkwardly, and she gracefully sat opposite me, asking kindly
how I felt about my recent tests, which subjects I did well on, which questions I didn't do well on, and if my grades were good (or if I planned to apply to certain schools), etc. She even
asked about my future aspirations.
For the first time in my life, I felt so close to my teacher, and I
gradually without warning, she asked me, "Lin, I heard you have a girlfriend at school, is that true?"
"Teacher, no, those are just rumors from my classmates."
There's a pretty girl in the class, and I just glanced at her a few times. Actually, I've never been able to
define what "pretty" means, and I don't understand why I glanced at her so often.
"You're so handsome, so well-behaved, and so lively. It seems like some girls are always chasing after you?"
I was getting impatient. I had to slow down, insert deeply, and then slowly pull out, trying to minimize friction.
"I know studying is more important, I haven't paid attention to that," I answered honestly.
"That's not the reason, is it? Your female classmates say your eyes often lie. What are you looking at, teacher?"
The teacher approached me with a sweet smile, asking teasingly.
To be honest, the curves of the female classmates' figures, outlined by their dresses covering their chests, were really beautiful. But I didn't dare answer.
I suddenly realized my penis was already soft. Usually, this brother is always hard one moment and soft the next, so I don't pay much attention to it.
"Hard to say, huh? Actually, when you look at your female classmates, they don't blame you. They even think you're looking."
In our family's situation, there's no future except to study hard and strive for success, so I've always been very self-respecting.
I asked in confusion, "Really? I didn't feel like they were thinking about me."
"What are they thinking? Take you, for example. Your beard is so long, you're a grown man, so you're thinking about girls..."
"What's there to be embarrassed about? It's perfectly normal and expected. It's only natural if you don't want to."
Suddenly, I felt confident. Looking at girls wasn't a crime after all. So, I answered honestly and naively, "Teacher,
some girls are indeed pretty..."
The teacher smiled cruelly. "What's so pretty about them?"
I blushed and didn't answer.
To be honest, I didn't have a girlfriend because my parents had repeatedly told me that finding a girlfriend in junior high would only lead to trouble. I understood.
"Are they prettier than you, teacher?"
"No, absolutely not."
"Do you usually look at me?"
The unease didn't mean I'd played any tricks or sought any thrills. The desire to climb was psychological; the burden of years of hard study finally made
me "afraid to look."
"Why?"
"Because you're a teacher."
"Want to look?"
In an instant, it felt like a fire was burning inside me, that fire surging wildly in my stomach with each pounding of my heart.
I wanted to take a breath, but I didn't dare. My face was bright red; I could feel it.
I looked up at my teacher and found her truly beautiful. Her eyes were so full of affection, her smile so
warm , and her words so gentle. I really wanted to hug her. But I didn't dare; I just stared blankly.
My teacher looked at me and smiled mischievously, like a ten-year-old child. She gently walked up to me, reached out and
covered , quietly saying, "Get up, close your eyes, don't open them."
I obediently got up and closed my eyes. I stopped thinking, because the beautiful body of the woman I had always longed to see would soon be revealed
, and at that moment, I would cry...
I felt my teacher taking off my clothes, then my pants, including my underwear. My teacher's gentle hands roamed over my
body , the feeling like the caress my mother gave me when she called me "good girl" when I cried. It was so
gentle. I was obedient; I let my clothes and pants slide down, letting my naked body appear before my teacher,
without feeling surprised or uneasy.
I only replied softly, "Mmm."
I seemed to hear my teacher saying from a faraway place, "Lin, you have a great figure, so many muscles. You must be very strong when you're working.
" "Is your penis usually this big?"
"No."
"It's so big, it'll grow even bigger."
"Really?"
I felt very itchy.
"Of course, it's so beautiful."
Suddenly I felt my penis get bigger, almost painfully swollen.
My teacher hugged me, her hot and soft breasts pressed against my chest. I almost choked.
She penetrated me from the opposite direction. I enjoyed it wholeheartedly, admiring how beautiful my teacher's labia were, manipulating them with my hand as I penetrated.
"Open your eyes."
Her two enormous breasts were now fully revealed before me. She rubbed them against my chest, and for the first time, I truly
felt her soft, supple body. We sat on the bed, and I hugged her waist, lying in her arms like a child.
Except for the soft flesh and slightly coarse pubic hair in that area, I felt so wet. I wasn't disgusted.
I looked at her, enjoying this dreamlike happiness.
I gently stroked her beautiful breasts with one hand. One hand couldn't even fully grasp them. As I kneaded her breasts, I gazed at
my teacher's radiant smile. I can't describe the feeling I had; it was so intoxicating, so mesmerizing.
The teacher leaned down, and I took her round nipple into my mouth. I gently sucked on it, afraid of accidentally ruining such
a beautiful work of art. Then I heard her voice, as gentle as a fairy's: "Isn't she beautiful, teacher?"
Beautiful, teacher, you are so beautiful. There is no one more beautiful than you in the world. Teacher, your breasts are the most beautiful; the other girls in the class have such small
breasts ."
"Really? Doesn't it look tempting?"
"Yes."
"Teacher, don't gouge my eyes out, let me see! I'm not a bad person. Teacher, if anyone bullies you in the future, I
can protect you with my eyes."
The teacher smiled, a very sweet smile.
"Just insert it, as long as there's water, it'll feel good. The more you insert, the itchier it gets." The teacher found a pillow to prop up her breasts.
"Teacher, there are no bones in your breasts, how come they're so high?"
"I'm holding it up so you can see. You're such an ignorant child. Straighten up, I can't hold you anymore."
I got up from my teacher's arms and sat facing her. I admired her firm breasts again. Usually, I could only
see a small patch of white skin below her neck, and I had no idea that such a beautiful work of art was hidden below, with such a deep
cleavage in the center. I squeezed her breasts with both hands, pressed my teacher down on the bed, and rubbed them hard. My teacher lay down gently and closed her eyes.
Her breasts were so white and so tender. They were irresistible. After a while, I heard her moan softly. I
said, "Teacher, is it uncomfortable for me to press down on you?"
"I'm not afraid."
"No, if you're not comfortable, I won't touch you."
My teacher sat up with a smile, touching my wet penis with one hand, and asked me, "Is it comfortable?"
I felt an unusual itch on the glans, but the more it itched, the more comfortable it felt. I said, "It's so good."
"When you touched my breasts, I felt the same way."
"I heard you moaning, and I was afraid I'd hurt you."
"Idiot, if I hurt you, wouldn't I have told you to be gentler?"
"Then I'd still let you touch them."
"No more touching, are you going to touch them until dawn? You have no future."
I looked at the teacher, stunned for a moment. I so wanted to touch her breasts again. If I had breasts like that, I would
touch them every day. It seems I can't touch them today, and I definitely won't be able to touch them in the future. I suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of loss. I
almost wanted to cry.
But then I suddenly realized that the teacher wasn't angry; her face was even redder. So I said slyly, "Teacher, when the school had a party before..."
The teacher smiled happily, then scolded, "You have no future, you're not allowed to look." As she spoke, she pressed down on her skirt with one hand.
"Linlin has a bright future, look at her." Then I tickled her armpit. The teacher couldn't help but let go. I grabbed
her skirt and started to pull it down. The teacher grabbed my hand and said very seriously, "You can only look at her legs."
"I promise." — Actually, at that time I didn't know what else was interesting to look at besides legs .
The teacher then grabbed her skirt again and said, "No, you can't keep your word."
I was puzzled. What else was interesting to look at besides legs? Men all have a penis, because they're
men, women don't, but that doesn't mean it's strange. It's normal that the teacher doesn't have one, I won't make a fuss.
I knew that answering honestly would be useless. While tickling her, the teacher freed her hand to block me, and I took the opportunity to pull down her skirt
. Her bright red underwear and two very white and full thighs were revealed. I was overjoyed and almost bit down on her.
I held her thighs with both hands, caressing them, feeling the perfect curves of her figure. My excitement was indescribable.
I leaned down and hugged her tightly. How I wished she were my future wife, my love. I whispered in her
ear, "Sir, you're so beautiful. Let me kiss you."
I gently kissed her blushing cheek. She hugged me back. We kissed, both panting.
After a while, we stopped, and I asked her, "Sir, did it feel good when I touched your thighs?"
"How would you feel if I touched your thigh?"
I knew my teacher was teasing me again.
The sight of her thigh before me felt like time would stand still, beauty would be eternal, and my heart would stop beating.
But then I remembered how my teacher had repeatedly told me I was only allowed to look at her thighs. Hmph, her panties must have something pretty too. Suddenly, I
remembered that a woman's genitals are called a "bb," and that thing must be beautiful.
How could I see it? I pondered for a moment. Then I glanced under the bed and said to my teacher in a serious tone, "Teacher, 　　there
's something on the floor. Come and see."
The teacher covered her lower body with both hands, and I tickled her. As soon as she let go, one of my hands took over the space.
The teacher hunched over, propping herself up with her hands and looking towards the bed. Her two exposed breasts jiggled like cows
. I didn't care about looking; I sat up and pulled down her panties.
The teacher let out a cry of "Ah!" and rolled over, pounding her fists at me. I let her hit me, first pulling down her pants completely, then
hugging her and saying, "Good teacher, don't hit me." The teacher stopped, panting heavily, her chest heaving,
making her even more beautiful.
"Your words don't count."
"Teacher, you're so beautiful, and you don't have a penis, so your lower body must look even better."
The teacher smiled happily: "Isn't your penis beautiful?"
The teacher smiled and gently pushed me away, found some toilet paper and wiped her vagina and my penis clean, then touched my soft...
The teacher scolded me for being stupid: "You'll rely on this to have children in the future, it's your penis inserted into this clitoris, and then you ejaculate inside.
" "I don't know if it looks good or not. But I'm sure your lower body will look very beautiful."
Later I learned that it was called the clitoris, the most sensitive place for a woman's sexual needs. I couldn't help but feel happy at that moment, I knew the teacher would never...
I said knowingly: "Teacher, although you don't have a penis, you still get wet."
"Idiot, fool, good-for-nothing..." the teacher laughed and scolded me. She punched me again. I parried the blows
, and the teacher calmed down.
We sat facing each other on the bed. I gently stroked her private parts, and she cooperated by spreading her legs, allowing me a clearer view. I
then remembered that the neighbor's little girl's vagina was similar, only without any flaws and smaller. The teacher's vagina was much prettier.
I said, "Teacher, these two pieces of flesh are really interesting," and the teacher just laughed and hit me.
Later I learned that those were the labia. Separating the labia, I saw two pink labia minora and the area below where fluid was flowing. I
tried to touch down; there was an opening in the area where fluid was flowing. I probed inside; it was so deep. The labia majora were sticky and slippery like water. I smeared
the fluid on the labia majora and the surrounding area. The teacher... The familiar moans came again.
As soon as I heard her voice, my penis hardened. I didn't care about anything else; I just wanted to make her feel itchy. I
sat beside her, one hand around her waist, the other guiding water into her vagina. I noticed a raised
area in the center of her labia majora where her moans were loudest. So I focused on touching that spot. (
She won't call me an idiot.) Later, she moved her legs open and closed, her labia following suit
, looking incredibly beautiful.
My penis burned with desire. I wanted to insert it into her vagina. But I didn't know if she liked it.
"I saw your legs then, so white and long, I want to see them,"
I tried asking her. "Teacher, I want to insert my penis into your vagina." She smiled.
"You'll ejaculate as soon as you go in. Let me do it for you first."
The teacher held my rock-hard penis in his hand and rubbed it back and forth with the fluid that had flowed out. I felt
countless . I just tried my best to lift my penis forward, and then with a "humph," apart from an absolutely excruciating
itch on my penis, I stopped breathing, my mind went blank, and I knew nothing
.
About ten seconds later, I finally took a deep breath and came back to my senses. I leaned against the teacher's half-chest, looking at my half-erect
penis and the large, sticky thing that the teacher was holding, and breathed a long sigh of relief.
The teacher said, "You ejaculated so much." I asked what this thing was. "Yu Kui Gu. Actually, I think my question is absolutely idiotic, but I
tried my best to resist the temptation. I had a feeling of wanting to ejaculate. But I knew that the teacher's most comfortable moment was about to arrive, so I still
asked this time.
'You're pregnant, you pig.'
I nodded, not quite understanding. I first found some clean water and waited for the teacher to wash his hands. Then I went back to bed and touched the teacher's wet
spot again; it was still very damp. I said, 'Teacher, if I insert it, will you get pregnant?'
The teacher said, 'No. I have contraception.'
I quickly got hard, pressed the teacher down, and was about to insert it. The teacher's buttocks wiggled, and I..."
No. I threatened the teacher, "I'm going to tickle you."
The teacher said, "If you dare tickle me, I won't let you in."
So the teacher obediently lay on the bed, raised her legs, and I knelt down opposite her, raising my hard penis and inserting it. The teacher was
very gentle; she used one hand to help my penis enter. The vagina was so warm and moist that I couldn't help but thrust back and forth.
The teacher moaned and tightened her labia. I felt my penis was a little tight in the vagina, so I didn't dare to move it. I asked the teacher, "
My ears are all red." She turned her
back, one hand touching her labia, watching me thrust back and forth in the vagina. I then remembered that touching the teacher's clitoris would also make her feel...
I thrust for a while, thinking that I had to make her enjoy it properly, so I lay sideways on the bed, letting the teacher curl up her legs and
spread my penis between her legs. I inserted it from below, so that I could free one hand to reach over her leg and touch her clitoris. It was surprisingly
effective. The teacher's moans grew louder. I had never believed before that her seemingly painful expression was actually the most pleasurable.
I didn't care about rhythm; I just instinctively thrust forward
. She panted as she gently guided me on the pressure of her touch on her clitoris, saying, "Lighter, lighter, like this, etc." I slowly learned to adjust, and I was happy to
satisfy the teacher in the best way.
After about five or six minutes, I heard the teacher's breathing become even heavier. My penis was squeezed even tighter, making it difficult to enter and exit,
and it went soft. How could I face my teacher?
My self-reproach prevailed at that particular moment, but suddenly the intense feeling was gone, and my penis didn't seem
as smooth as before. Without an erection, my teacher wouldn't feel any pleasure. So I tried my best to get hard again, but the urge to ejaculate came again.
Fortunately, my teacher's moans were still very loud. Now that I think about it, it must have been because one of my hands was constantly stroking her clitoris. "
I'll speed up the thrusting. Are you feeling any discomfort?"
Just as I was deeply conflicted about whether to ejaculate or not. At that moment, she hugged me tightly, letting out a soft "Ah!" followed by a spasm throughout her body.
A vertical line separated her two delicate mounds of flesh from her flat stomach, creating an image of absolute symmetry and perfection.
Suddenly, a powerful muscle seemed to appear, forcefully pushing my penis outwards, and her buttocks arched backwards…
It took a long time for her to calm down. She closed her eyes, breathing heavily, as if she were very, very tired. I placed a pillow for her and helped her lie down.
I stroked her black hair while admiring her sweet sleeping posture. She opened her eyes, looking at me with great satisfaction, and asked:
"Want to insert again?" I said yes.
I inserted it in the same position as before, and just as my hand touched her clitoris, she snatched my hand away. "You can insert it as much as you want,
it feels good." I immediately surrendered, kneeling down. "Then I won't tickle you anymore, okay?" "
Okay, I've already reached orgasm."
"Don't you want to have another orgasm?"
"No, besides, you can't." I really couldn't. Because I almost couldn't hold back just now. So my penis
moved freely in the throes of the clitoris, and I relaxed. My penis couldn't ejaculate. It just stayed hard. The teacher laughed at me, and she made me lie on the bed.
"Then I'll gouge out your eyes."
She sat on my lap, thrusting her vagina in and out of me.
I watched her trembling breasts again, her vagina still flowing with plenty of fluid, and her pace was fast. Gradually, I felt
the urge to ejaculate. However, I realized that my teacher was very tired, and I didn't want to ejaculate yet. I made her get off, and I knelt down in our original position. My
teacher made me lean over her, and she hugged my waist, helping me to thrust deeper. It was surprisingly effective; I quickly... A
feeling of wanting to ejaculate washed over me, and I wanted to penetrate deeper. In that instant, I felt my penis, like a floodgate opening,
release an uncontrollable gush of semen. My buttocks pressed tightly forward. My mind went blank again, but I loved this feeling. It took me a while
to relax and come to my senses. I lay on top of my teacher, panting. I didn't want to leave.
He said, "Your thing, I wonder how many female classmates it will attract in the future."
I panted as I unfolded... I saw the teacher's affectionate eyes and her flushed cheeks. Her clothes were already down to...
I said seriously, "Let's make a wish for JJ, that it will only do good deeds and not bad ones from now on, okay?" We both laughed
.
Then we lay naked on the bed chatting, like siblings talking, when suddenly we heard our classmates
talking They were back from the movie! I quickly got dressed, reluctant to leave. I didn't sleep that night. For the next two days, I
spent two more haunting nights with my teacher.
After that, I occasionally met other women, but none of them were as heart-wrenching as those nights with my teacher; I don't know why. But I
never had the chance to see my teacher again. I heard that her husband got a promotion, and she went with him to a faraway place. I've always missed her. I've
never blamed my teacher for her guidance. After all, she was just an ordinary person with emotions and desires, and moreover, she ultimately taught me how to be a
man.

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