Chinese teacher

In my second year of high school, I had a 30-year-old Chinese teacher. While her looks were average, her figure was simply stunning. Her full, rounded breasts often distracted us boys in class, our eyes glued 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 bends in the stairs to peek upwards. 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 before my third year, during tutoring classes.

During those classes, 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, "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 and had witnessed 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 vulva, 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 dry off, 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, all at the teacher's house. After the tutoring session ended, the teacher went back to her hometown for vacation, while I participated in a camp.

I only found out after school started that my teacher had been transferred to the south and had even given up her apartment. I don't know if it was because of me...

I'm now a second-year student at a teachers' college, and I'll be a teacher in the future...

In my second year of high school, there was a 30-year-old Chinese teacher in my class. Although she was of average appearance, her figure could only be described as devilish. Her full and round breasts often made us male students lose focus in class, and our eyes followed her breasts. I guess her size was about 34D. Occasionally, when the teacher bent over, she would accidentally give us a good look.

Of course, I would also deliberately create opportunities to peek at my teacher's breasts and underwear: I would deliberately 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 were clearly visible, which excited me greatly. As for looking at her underwear, I would use the turns in the stairs to peek from below. Although the teacher mostly wore short skirts, the chances of successfully peeking were slim, and every time I saw something, it was the same old white style, nothing fun at all… until the summer tutoring class before 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 gentle female teacher made me feel uneasy; that man must be a coward.

The second day after tutoring, on my way home from school, I passed by the convenience store at the end of the alley and went in to buy a drink. I unexpectedly ran into my Chinese teacher and learned that 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, and she said I was welcome to come to her house to ask her about homework or 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 study after dinner. When I rang the doorbell, the teacher who opened the door was wearing shorts and a strapless t-shirt, her hair still wet, looking like she had just taken a shower.

The teacher studied with me while reading her own book. Because her study was decorated in a Japanese style, we could only sit on the tatami. The teacher 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 peeping was too exciting. Soon, I felt my crotch was wet, sticky, and cool. I lied and said I was going to the bathroom to clean myself up. Suddenly, I remembered that the teacher had a change of underwear in the laundry basket. I took it out and played with it for a moment before quickly returning to the study, afraid that the teacher would suspect anything. Unexpectedly, when I entered the study, the teacher immediately asked me: "Did you just play with her underwear?"

I stood there, my face flushed with fear, unable to speak. It turned out that the teacher had been spying on me through the ventilation hole under the bathroom door and had seen my shameful acts. Luckily, I 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 vulva, 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 simultaneously rubbing her large breasts with pleasure. The teacher's body swayed passionately in response, moaning "Mmm... Ah... Mmm..." repeatedly. 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 the tutoring session ended, 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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