A Chinese language teacher in her thirties

In junior high, I developed a crush on my Chinese teacher. She was in her thirties then, and although she had a four or five-year-old child, she still had a beautiful figure. I often
fantasized about making love with her. During class, just looking at her barely visible bra would make my penis erect. To win her favor and get her attention, I made sure
my Chinese grades were the best in the entire grade. Later, I went to another high school, and all the way to university in Beijing, we maintained the best teacher-student relationship. We
corresponded and talked on the phone for a long time, discussing life and everything in between. After each conversation, I would fantasize about her naked body. Although I also had girlfriends and occasional sex at that time,
I never forgot the sexual partner who had been with me for several years.
During my senior year summer vacation, I went home. My Chinese teacher was taking her 11-year-old son abroad (her husband had gone abroad a year earlier). The morning before she left,
I went to her house to say goodbye. After entering, she asked me to sit on the sofa and took a drink from the refrigerator. As she leaned over to hand it to me,
a pair of breasts—breasts I had fantasized about countless times—came into view. She was wearing a short nightgown, which, even now, still looks sexy. While I was taking the drink, my gaze probably hadn't yet left
her large breasts, and my hand inadvertently grasped hers. So smooth, so delicate, not at all like the hands of a woman in her thirties. She didn't seem
to react much. After giving me the drink, she sat down on the sofa. I smelled a faint perfume; it was so alluring. I asked the teacher how my luggage was packing, and
she asked me how university life was. 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 the teacher know
my secret. But the 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, the teacher also sat down, pressing herself tightly against me. Her breasts
swayed against my arm as she sat down. I suddenly felt a surge of desire and quickly rubbed my arm against her breasts a few times. The teacher let out a soft "ouch," and I quickly withdrew my arm
, my face instantly turning bright red. The teacher glanced at me, intentionally or unintentionally gently rubbing her breast with her right hand. Then she asked if I had a girlfriend in university, adding
, "Have you two had sex?" The teacher's actions and questions made my little brother stand at attention. It was a sweltering day, and my thin pants made my bulge
very noticeable. I noticed my teacher's gaze had shifted to a lewd glint as she casually placed her hand on my crotch: "You're so
naughty! I knew you were a little devil then," she said, giving it a firm squeeze. I was completely captivated by her words and actions; years of longing
erupted within me. I pulled her into my arms, my hands gripping her soft, large breasts and squeezing them hard. Her first moan ignited
a surge of lust within me. We embraced and kissed.
Ten years ago, watching porn was popular on Beijing universities. I was a collector, but many of the sex techniques and positions I saw remained theoretical. My university girlfriend
and I only had traditional intercourse, the most pleasurable being oral sex. That day, we were wild from morning until noon the next day (my teacher told me her son
had just been picked up by his aunt and wouldn't return until the afternoon of the following day). After a passionate kiss, we were both completely naked. Her skin was fair and radiant, her
large breasts, though slightly sagging, swayed alluringly, and a long, soft patch of dark hair clung to her lower abdomen… Everything was exactly
as I had imagined over the years. Excitedly, I pressed her head down. She understood, knelt before my legs, and took my penis into her mouth. It wasn't quite comfortable, and her movements were uncoordinated.
Seeing my discomfort, she quickly released her grip and said sweetly, "I've never done this before. Teach me how to do it, tell me and I'll do it." I thought she didn't like it and said never mind. But
she said no, she loved new explorations. As she performed oral sex on me under my "direction," she groaned with increasingly wanton moans. I gently lifted her hair,
pressed her down onto the sofa, and pinned her beneath me. She held my penis... and I ejaculated directly inside her. Throughout the day, we engaged in oral sex,
anal sex, breast sex, masturbation, and sadomasochistic play. I ejaculated inside her, in her mouth, in her anus, and on her hair, covering her
completely. She said the feeling was amazing; she was in her thirties and had never known there was such delicious fluid and such pleasurable sex.
For nearly 30 hours, we were naked, like cavemen, making love naked, cooking naked, eating naked, and more naked
... That time, we made love everywhere—on the sofa, on the bed, at the dining table, on the floor, on the toilet, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, and on the balcony. She had at least
50 orgasms, and I brought her to five or six orgasms with just one hand. When I left her house, I was a little weak. She told me to be careful. She said that
when she was teaching me, she could tell that I had feelings for her. Back then, she treated me like a child and liked me quite a bit. It wasn't until I rubbed my hand against her breasts that she released her desire
. She said that after this moment of madness, she would feel comfortable even if she died. Although she and her husband hadn't had sex for more than 15 minutes in over 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 considerate to her. She decided to
settle abroad so that she could be with her husband and so that her son could have his parents by his side. She said: "I've never cheated before. When my husband was abroad, I often used my hands. The craziest time I used was a cucumber. I was too embarrassed to buy sex toys
. I will never cheat again. This time is enough. Thank you." Hearing her words, I was deeply moved. Seeing her tears streaming down her face, my eyes also
welled up. I pulled my hand away from the door lock and pulled her into my arms…
Many years later, after having many sexual experiences (I've always preferred women born in the 1950s, 60s, and early 70s), I recalled
that one time I made love with my teacher. For me, it was a “dream come true”; we made love for enjoyment.
I generally don't use protection when having sex with women (anal sex is usually an exception). I think if the other person is a respectable woman, sex should be safe.
If she objects, I won't force her; a condom can be used. A prostitute, however, absolutely must use one; otherwise, it's out of the question. As far as I know, most men
don't use protection when having sex with other women because everyone knows they should take responsibility and have some conscience for sacred sexual acts. If there are minor problems, it's okay
; they should tell their partner so he/she can take measures or use other methods. Making you feel good is a responsibility; making you safe is a conscience.
[The End]

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