【My Relationship with My Teacher】(1)

In my high school, our homeroom teacher was surnamed Zhu. She was a politics teacher, around 34 years old,

married, and a mature young woman, about 165cm tall. Although she was over 30, the

cruel knife of time hadn't left many marks on her; she didn't look old. Ms. Zhu had a very good figure, curvaceous

, and what I liked most about her were her large breasts and her rather nice long legs. Her breasts looked like a D

cup. Because the school atmosphere was quite open at the time, we often joked about Ms. Zhu's breasts behind her back.

Ms. Zhu had trained in track and field in college, and coupled with frequently wearing high heels, this made her legs

even more shapely. Ms. Zhu wasn't stunningly beautiful, but she was quite pretty, and her temperament suited my taste.

Ms. Zhu had a 3-year-old daughter who was in kindergarten. Her husband was a math teacher who

later tutored us, which gave me an opportunity—but that's another story.
Since junior high, after I started taking social studies, my grades have consistently been among the top. In high school

, this changed to politics, history, and a little bit of geography. In these three subjects, I

consistently and usually within the top 10 of my grade. Therefore, my teachers in these three subjects

had high hopes for me. My geography and history teachers were both men, and they were both very kind and easy to get along with. As for my politics teacher,

Mr. Zhu, I've already mentioned him.
In my class, my grades usually hovered around 10th place (out of 41 students), which was pretty good.

However, I wasn't particularly interested in Chinese, math, English, physics, and chemistry, especially the science subjects. I usually just coasted through class

, only putting in effort close to major exams. Although I didn't like studying English, my

English level was actually quite good, probably thanks to my habit of listening to English songs and watching American and British TV series. To give her daughter a better start,

Ms. Zhu had her learn English from kindergarten.

Since my English was decent and I was the class representative for politics (because I was good at politics),

Ms. often asked me to tutor her daughter after she brought her to school. This tutoring usually lasted

about 20 minutes, mostly after school. Because of my own anxieties and the fact that I usually finished

most of my homework at school, I was happy to help. Ms. Zhu liked me even more because of this.
I'm precocious, not just psychologically, but also physically. At only 16, I already looked like a

mature man. While not as rugged as Zhang Fei, I still had a not-so-short beard, and with my 185cm

height, thick eyebrows, and round eyes, I had a certain intimidating presence. I was quite satisfied

with my appearance. I never said I was handsome, but I certainly had a maturity that my peers lacked.
Enough rambling, let's get to the point.
Professor Zhu was explaining economics (I won't go into detail about these things to avoid giving everyone a

headache), and I was secretly glancing at Professor Zhu's large breasts (because I'm good at political science, I usually don't

concentrate in class and instead do some small things, and what I do most often is fantasize about Professor Zhu with my eyes).

Professor was standing next to me. Today she was wearing a blue cheongsam-like jumpsuit with celadon floral patterns, but the bottom

was a bit higher than the cheongsam, about eleven or twelve centimeters above the knee, revealing her shapely long legs.

Today was wearing a pair of black high heels, which made her already white feet look almost snow-white. It stirred my heart,

and I couldn't help but fantasize, imagining the teacher giving me a footjob with her beautiful legs, imagining her pleasing me beneath her.

I became somewhat lost in thought, and Ms. Zhu must have noticed my daydreaming at that moment, so she called on everyone: "So-and-so,

answer this question..." (From now on, I'll use ellipses to

replace anything related to knowledge points, because who remembers what the teacher asked back then?) Fortunately, my foundation was solid, and with my decent

speaking skills, I managed to get away with it. Ms. Zhu nodded and said, "Don't daydream next time, pay attention in class."

I could only nod quickly and sit down, hoping that the teacher hadn't noticed why I was daydreaming. However,

how could someone whose desires have been aroused stop there? Just a few minutes later, I started to get restless again. When Ms. Zhu

passed by me again, the moment she stopped with her back to me, I quickly pretended to tie my shoelaces, bent down

, found a good spot, and tilted my head slightly upwards. I saw it, I saw it! I screamed inwardly.

Ms. Zhu was wearing a rather small pair of blue underwear today, covering everything up, but what

was exposed even more alluring. The underwear was wrinkled into a strip of cloth, slightly tucked into the middle,

revealing the crotch clearly, and a few streaks of black peeking out from outside the cloth. My second life immediately sprang to life, ready to

take a closer look, when suddenly the teacher's foot moved. I quickly stood up, pretending to be okay, while stealing glances at her

. I saw her looking at me with a strange look, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally. My heart skipped a beat.

Had I been discovered? No, no, no, I shouldn't think about it, I shouldn't think about it. Hmm, the more I think about it, the more likely it is to happen, so

I shouldn't think about it. But how could I stay calm? I endured this anxious state

until the bell rang. I waited.
"So-and-so, come to my office!" Ms. Zhu's voice rang out. Damn it! I

cursed inwardly. I'd been discovered after all. I'm doomed, this is serious! I reluctantly made my way to

the office. I don't know how it was assigned, but Ms. Zhu's office was shared by two teachers; the other was the homeroom teacher of

another class, who wasn't there at the time (I later learned he was away for training and wouldn't be there for a week).

Surprisingly, after I entered, Ms. Zhu didn't talk about class. Instead, she assigned today's homework

and some important points, telling me, as the class representative for politics and also the discipline monitor, to pay close attention to class discipline. I

exhaled the breath I was choking on, but the movement was probably a bit too loud, attracting her attention. She asked,

"What's wrong?" Of course, I couldn't say, so I just replied, "Nothing, I just choked a little." Ms. Zhu

didn't delve into it, only saying, "Be careful next time." I turned around, a sigh of relief washing over me. I quickly

walked to the door, intending to leave this place that had made me so uneasy, but…
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This is inspired by Zhou Xun's style; I'll continue below. I don't know why I came up with this trick; I originally planned to...

I won't write about this one; I'll let everyone figure it out themselves. But I still feel a bit uneasy; I really don't have the refinement of 　　a literary master .

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... "Okay, let's go." "Oh...oh, oh." I rushed out the door as if fleeing, ran to the sink , and washed my face with water. Shit, I really got caught! What should I do? The teacher said it's okay now, right ...it should be okay, right? #￥%... 　　School's over, and in a daze, I was about to head towards the stairs when Ms. Zhu called me back: "So-and-so, come and help tutor my daughter." I then remembered that this was my regular job. Looking at Ms. Zhu's expressionless face, I couldn't help but feel secretly sad. She didn't take it to heart. Well, to her, I was just a student, an immature child. 　　With a sigh, I went into the office to tutor Ms. Zhu's daughter, a little girl named Zhiyi (I won't mention her surname). The tutoring session ended quickly, and Zhiyi ran to Ms. Zhu to grab something to eat. Ms. Zhu asked if I wanted some, and of course I didn't refuse, as my stomach was already a bit empty. However, when I got to the desk, the first thing I saw wasn't bread, but a "big loaf of bread." Since it was summer, and in the south, people generally wore light clothing. Although Ms. Zhu wasn't wearing a low-cut top, the neckline was quite loose, and given her already impressive breasts, the shaping function of the cheongsam was on full display, creating a patch of white skin and a deep cleavage before my eyes . Faced with this scene, my little brother started to stir again. Ms. then looked up, following my gaze, and noticed, but it seemed inappropriate to show it in front of her daughter. She coughed and said, "So-and-so, it's getting late, you should go home!" Her tone was almost dismissive. Damn it, this was so embarrassing! I didn't care anymore, quickly grabbed my bag, and ran out. 　　That night was destined to be anything but peaceful. I fantasized about Ms. Zhu's appearance, imagining us entangled, and started masturbating. Finally, exhausted, I fell into a deep sleep. 　　For the next three days, I tried my best to act as if nothing had happened, and Ms. Zhu acted as if nothing had occurred at all. We continued to interact as usual, except that she seemed to look at me a little more frequently. 　　However, perhaps even fate couldn't bear to see it anymore. Finally, on the fourth day, Friday, she gave me an opportunity. After school that day, the students naturally didn't linger, and the cleaning was done hastily. That day, Zhiyi was going to learn ping-pong after kindergarten, and Ms. Zhu's husband picked her up to go home. Ms. Zhu usually stayed very late on this day (it seemed that the other teachers went home early). That day, after I was the last to close the door and go downstairs, I realized I'd forgotten my umbrella in the rain. So I went back get it. After closing the door again, I noticed the office light was on. I mustered my courage and decided to peek inside. To my surprise, Ms. Zhu was asleep! Still unsure, I called out to her a few times and shook her, but received no response. Finally, I relaxed and began to admire this beautiful sight. However , I quickly realized I should do something. It seemed that in the erotic novels I'd read, the beginning of a student-teacher relationship often involved this scene. So, I made up my mind and slowly leaned Ms. Zhu's upper body back in her chair, making her breasts stand out. Then, I started to knead them. It felt so good! However, it seemed a bit too much. The teacher frowned, and I quickly slowed down. After a few minutes, although it felt great, the monotony was getting boring. So I slowly unbuttoned the teacher's clothes and tried to unhook her bra. Persistence pays off , and after several attempts, I finally managed to unhook it. I couldn't wait to suck on one of her pinkish- black nipples (I don't know how to describe it, but it was a bit dark, but not too dark, and still a little pinkish, you know what I mean) and started pinching the other one, imitating the way I had done it. I thought it was absolutely delicious . I gradually became dissatisfied with this. I started to caress Teacher Zhu's genitals, and my lips met hers , giving her my first kiss. My little brother was already rock hard. I unzipped , freeing my little brother from his restraints, allowing him to finally move. At that moment, I saw Teacher Zhu's eyelashes tremble slightly, but it disappeared in an instant. I was quite satisfied with my little brother, which was about 15 centimeters long . (I'm not a fan of the 18 or 20+ size often depicted in novels; I think it 's nonsense. Everyone knows about the natural endowments of Asians. However, I still yearn for a 18, which, while large, isn't too exaggerated .) I held my little brother in Teacher Zhu's hand, and immediately felt a special sensation, very comfortable. I slowly began to move, feeling the warmth, smoothness, and slight roughness of Teacher Zhu's hand. I felt like I was about to ejaculate, so I quickly pulled my little brother out, took a deep breath, and calmed myself down. Overwhelmed by surging desire, I turned my gaze back to those enormous breasts. Trembling, I moved Ms. Zhu's body down to a comfortable position. I looked at her again ; she didn't seem to be moving, except her eyes appeared to be half-closed. Perhaps the movement was too vigorous, making it look like that. I thought, "Great!" I grasped those enormous breasts in my hands, placed my penis between them, and began to squeeze and thrust. Oh, this feels so good! No wonder so many people like it. I can't hold back anymore! In just a minute or two, I ejaculated, a substantial amount, landing on Ms. Zhu's neck , face, and breasts. My penis began to soften, but then I caught a glimpse of Ms. Zhu's red lips—oh, I almost forgot, there was also this area! My penis immediately stood erect again. Youth is wonderful, full of energy! I thrust my penis into Ms. Zhu's mouth, immediately feeling enveloped in warmth, and I was about to ejaculate.

I came, but at least I'd already ejaculated once. Although it was still my first time in the true sense, there was always some

resistance. I slowly started thrusting in and out, and the teacher's eyelashes fluttered more frequently.

After a few dozen slow thrusts, I shuddered and immediately started moving quickly. After a few dozen more thrusts, I let out a low roar, thrusting my brother

all the way in and ejaculating.
"Cough cough, ugh... cough cough!" The teacher suddenly coughed, startling me. I immediately

tried to run away, but the teacher's eyes fixed on me, and I froze, awkwardly covering my manhood with both hands,

awaiting the teacher's judgment. The teacher swallowed the semen in his mouth and then seemed very angry: "How could you do

this ? You're still a child. This is rape, it's illegal, you should know that!"

For some reason, I suddenly found courage, as if all the resentment of the past few days had been accumulating into a volcano, erupting: "I

understand , but teacher, don't treat me like a child, look!" I showed off my manhood and continued: "

Teacher, I like you, I think about you day and night, teacher, I like you!" The last words were

almost shouted, and they actually stunned the teacher. I seized the opportunity, not caring about the teacher's reaction. The teacher had just had

a foreign object in her mouth. I kissed her, our tongues entwining. She seemed aroused by my breath,

unconsciously responding. Suddenly, I heard footsteps in the hallway. I immediately released her and hid

under the desk. She reacted quickly, wiping the marks on her face and neck with a napkin and tossing

her head. I picked it up and started playing with it, earning

a glare from her. But it was summer, and her clothes were thin; without a bra, her nipples would easily be visible.

Suddenly, she picked up a stack of books and held them in front of her chest, pretending to go home. Clever! Just then, the door

opened, and a female teacher stood in the doorway, looking at me and saying, "Teacher Zhu, are you going home?" I nodded.

After all, we'd been colleagues for so many years... Teacher Zhu stayed every Friday, which I was used to.

After saying goodbye, I left. Only after her footsteps faded did we both

breathe Zhu seemed about to speak, but I immediately jumped out and kissed her again without warning. This made

Teacher Zhu dizzy and confused, causing her to release her grip. The book fell down, hitting my still-outside "brother,"

almost making me bite my tongue. I arched my back, rubbing my "brother" to ease the pain. Teacher Zhu,

seemingly startled, joined in, rubbing it too, making my "brother" erect again.

Teacher Zhu blushed and spat, "You filthy bastard, what a piece of trash!" She then squeezed it hard. I quickly begged

for mercy, "Grandma, this isn't some kind of trash! Have you ever seen such a useful piece of trash? If you squeeze it again,

it might really become something else!" "You're done." (This is a reference to the scene in Chapter 3 of *Dream of the Red Chamber* where Baoyu smashes his jade.)

Teacher Zhu's face was still red: "Pah! Who's your grandma? If you really become a 'laoshizi,' that would be better. Let's see

what you can use to tease me now." However, she loosened her grip and asked if it still hurt. I saw Teacher Zhu's

girlish demeanor and was a little stunned, but I quickly had a new idea. I shamelessly said, "Teacher, can you suck it for me

? It won't hurt if you suck it." Teacher Zhu didn't expect me to say such a thing. She was stunned for a moment before

she came to her senses and spat, "Dream on!" I continued to coax her, "Teacher, it's okay. Didn't you already suck it once

?" "You still dare to say that? You forced yourself on me!" She tightened her grip a little more. I secretly groaned, but Teacher

Zhu squatted down and made me sit on the chair. She hesitated for a while, looking at my brother, and finally took it in. So

good! This time it was Teacher Zhu's own choice, and it was a different feeling from my sneaky attempts. I was smug and couldn't

control myself. A moment later, I ejaculated. The teacher swallowed it back down and said, "This useless

thing, still trying to argue?" I was furious. A man can't stand being told that! I

picked up and placed her on the table, then lifted her professional skirt, tore open her stockings, and pulled down her panties. With lightning

speed, before she could react, I aimed and thrust in, losing my virginity and completing my

first time in the truest sense. Then, to Teacher Zhu's astonishment, I began to thrust violently, simultaneously unbuttoning

her shirt , letting her breasts bounce up and down, enjoying myself immensely. Teacher Zhu began to moan, and I said, "Useless?

Watch me fuck you to death! Tell me, is it useful or not!" Teacher Zhu shut her mouth, suppressing her urge to moan, and

said, "Uh-huh." I said… no. Useless, it's just "uh-huh." "...No, not good enough. Ah, hurry, almost there!" So I sped up, and after about a hundred thrusts, I ejaculated

inside Ms. Zhu amidst her moans , then pulled out my limp penis. After ejaculating four times, even though my legs were a little weak, I collapsed on top of Ms. Zhu and whispered in her ear, "Ms. Zhu, am I good enough? Did I satisfy you? How do I compare to your husband?" Ms. Zhu finally lowered her guard and said what a woman should say: "You're great, much better than my husband." I immediately felt a great sense of accomplishment. After a few minutes, my heart calmed down, and I said, "I'm sorry, Ms. Zhu, but you know what? I like you, I like you so much I'm almost crazy!" "So, please accept me, okay?" Suddenly, Teacher Zhu pushed me up: "No, we can't do this anymore!" Her tone was instantly firm, piercing my heart. I felt utterly dejected. Seeing my expression, Teacher Zhu seemed to have made up her mind. She said, "But if you need it, I can help you with my hands..." Looking at my sudden surge of expectation, "I can also use my mouth... I, I can even give you a blowjob..." I felt as if Teacher Zhu was about to press her face into her breasts. "But, we can't do this anymore, okay? Please promise me, okay?" I nodded helplessly. This outcome was already very good, and faintly, I felt a little hopeful again . One step at a time .

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