The days when I stayed at the female teacher’s house

Time stayed in the mid-1990s, when the population reached its peak, everything became difficult, and going to School became extremely difficult. At that time, I was in the second grade of junior high School, a time of ignorance. It was the first time I watched an pornographic film with a group of male classmates. I secretly masturbated under the covers and imagined having sex with the girl I liked. Men born in the 1980s must have had similar experiences. When he was a child, he was a silent boy, standing timidly in the corner, always speaking in a low voice and wearing a signature SMile. My father is a lawyer and is very busy at work, and my mother is in poor health and lives in the hospital. So basically no one has time to care about me. I often had to go to a SMall restaurant to eat alone. I gradually lost my appetite, became a bit anorexic, and became increasingly thinner. Once when I went to the hospital to see my mother, my mother cried when she saw my appearance, and my father's eye circles were also red. A few days later, because my father and the Teacher’s husband were acquaintances, he sent me to the Teacher’s Home for foster care. I lived and ate at the Teacher’s house, and I also took extra classes. The Teacher at that time was the head Teacher of the next class. If it weren’t for this, I probably wouldn’t have known that an inconspicuous person like me existed. Make-up classes were quite popular in that era. Teachers often had dozens of students who made up classes, divided into SMall groups. Monthly income can often reach tens of thousands. The Teacher is in his 30s and has a 5-year-old daughter. Her husband is also a lawyer. Like my father, he is very busy and often does not come Home. Because of my high income, my house is large and well-decorated. I even hired an aunt to help with cooking and washing clothes. The Teacher is in her 30s. She wears glasses and looks very elegant. She also uses imported coSMetics, so she looks 25 or 6 years old. She has a good figure and often wears low-cut clothes and perfume. I go to work with the Teacher every morning, come back from get off work, and make up classes in the evening. The Teacher always sits next to me at a SMall round table. In fact, I can't stand it because I am allergic to the SMell of the Teacher's perfume. But because I could often see the Teacher's cleavage, I just endured it. Sometimes there are fantasies, but a Teacher is a Teacher after all. Until one day. I remember maybe 1 or 2 o'clock in the morning, I woke up and went to the toilet. When passing the Teacher's room, I heard an unusual sound, it was a woman Moaning softly. The door was ajar, and my strong curiosity drove me to peek inside secretly. Through the faint light, I saw the Teacher's legs spread wide, his hands moving between his legs, and a low moan coming from his mouth. I didn't know what was going on, I just looked there and stared blankly. It was autumn, already a bit cold, and I was only wearing Underwear. Maybe because I caught a cold, I sneezed. The sound stopped suddenly, followed by a "Who". I was so scared, but I didn’t dare to run, so I responded. She turned on the lamp and asked me to come in. I was like a child who had done something wrong. I lowered my head and didn't dare to look at her, because for some reason, my little Brother didn't live up to expectations. She looked at me for a while and then suddenly asked me in a very gentle voice to come to her bed. I was at a loss and had to do what I was told. She dimmed the lamp and asked me to lie down. Looking at her eyes, I felt like my heart was about to beat out of my chest. SuddenShe kissed me, I closed my eyes and let our tongues entangle with each other. It was very comfortable, really. Probably more than a minute. At the same time that our lips separated, I heard her heavy breathing, as if it was a breath I hadn't felt in a long time. She stared at me, her eyes full of tenderness and sadness, but in an instant, that look disappeared. She started kissing me, kissing my cheeks, kissing my body. I felt like my body was burning. I had never felt like that before. I want to do something, but I don't know what I want to do. Instinctively, I reached out to touch her body and kiss her, the SMooth skin and round breasts, just like that we touched and kissed each other. After an unknown amount of time, she spread her legs and straddled me. Her Underwear seemed to have been taken off long ago. I held my Brother in my hand and rubbed it against the flowers a few times. It felt so wet and very comfortable. All of a sudden, she sat down, and almost instantly, I felt that from that point on, my whole body felt warm, warm, and my body seemed to begin to melt. She began to move up and down, slowly at first, then faster and faster, and the Pleasure kept coming. Makes me feel like I'm about to die. Gradually, just when I could hardly breathe, I felt an indescribable Pleasure. It seemed like a volcanic eruption, violent and momentary Pleasure. After a moment of release, she lay on top of me. The breathing sounds of the two of us sounded like a symphony, and the world became so beautiful. I closed my eyes and felt the contractions coming from the depths of my Vagina. Suddenly, my body came back to life. I wanted to exercise, but she seemed to be sleeping. I bent my legs and started the first sprint in my life... Maybe it was because of that time that I have always been obsessed with women on top, and I like to see her confused expression. A flushed face feels like it best embodies a woman's beauty, especially her body that stands forward. I could barely control myself, as if the world would collapse if I didn't do that simple piston movement. I have never had such a feeling, so strong that it can almost wipe out a person's mind. Crazy, can only be described with this word. The room echoed with two groans. There were no words, just gasps and happy sounds. Just like this, repeating simple movements again and again. I don’t know how many times I’ve passed it, but I just know that by dawn, I was too tired to move. We lay face to face like that, she looked at me, touched my cheek with her hand, and made a soft sighing sound. It's the same kind of gentle eyes as always. I will remember that look for the rest of my life. It is gentle but also a little bit sad, and the expression is full of love. I think I will remember it for the rest of my life. Fatigue prevented me from opening my eyes, and I soon fell asleep. When I woke up, it was already the afternoon meeting. I was a little scared and it was the first time I overslept and missed class. The

note I saw on the table reassured me and she asked for leave for me. She came back very early that day. He SMiled brightly at me as soon as he entered the door. He carried a lot of things in his hands and even picked up his daughter. It's rare to see her so happy,She cooked a lot of food that day, and although her husband didn't come back as usual, everyone seemed happy. At around 8 o'clock, I went to bed on time. In bed, I tossed and turned. As soon as I closed my eyes, it was the same scene as last night, and I couldn't fall asleep. A voice in my heart urged me to go to her room. I was at a loss and didn't know if I was doing the right thing. But I couldn't control myself, couldn't control myself from going to her room. She didn't sleep. She was leaning on the bedside reading a book. I didn't dare to go in, so I just stood outside the door and stared at her blankly. She found me, looked at me, and SMiled, very softly and innocently. She asked me to lock the door and dim the lamp. I quickly got into her bed, very quickly. Once again, we were face to face, looking at each other. She was wearing silk pajamas, pink, and suddenly I had an urge to reach out and touch her breasts. Through the pajamas, I felt that it was soft and elastic. She closed her eyes, enjoying herself, and let me touch her. I could almost hear my heartbeat, which seemed to be about to jump out. I tried to kiss her lips, her cheeks, her jaw, just like she did. She likes French-style wet kisses, entwining tongues, making spirals, sucking each other's body fluids, as if two people are doing a Spanish dance, it feels wonderful. She sat up and took off her pajamas. In the dim light, I could vaguely see her body, her SMooth skin, round breasts, and the cluster of black between her legs, the wonderful black, and the black bottom. , is a beautiful angel. I kissed her breasts and sucked her, like a newborn baby, greedily wanting to suck out every drop of milk. She screamed out all of a sudden. It seemed that this was too exciting for her... For the first time, she felt that she could control everything. The scenes in past porn movies were still vivid in her mind. Fantasy finally became reality. While kissing her, I tried to explore the mysterious triangle with my hands. It was already a hot and humid world, and further down across the tropical rainforest, I discovered that SMall protrusion. Just the slightest touch made her tremble like an electric shock. She started to rub it slowly, and just for a moment, she hugged me and told me that it felt so comfortable. I tried to speed up the tempo, change the direction of the rub, try different fingers. With every movement, I could hear her breathing in my ears becoming less and less rhythmic and heavier. Sometimes when I exert a little force, I can hear her gasping for breath. I began to control the rhythm of my finger movements, and from the changes in my fingers I felt her changes, sometimes Moaning, sometimes gasping, completely out of control. Everything seemed to be getting interesting, at least that's what I thought at the time. It's a wonderful feeling to control a woman, especially one who is of a higher class than you. Just when I felt like I was in control, she started commanding me, or maybe in a pleading tone. "Faster, faster" I obeyed her will. The moans became more intense and louder, and I started to worry if anyone would hear me. Suddenly, she screamed very loudly, and her body suddenly became stiff. I felt severe pain in my shoulder and neck.I wanted to struggle, but she hugged me tightly and I couldn't move. After about a minute or two like this, she slowly let go of me. I felt it was so wet there, and after those few minutes, I could feel her almost immersed in water. With just one click, the penis slid in. It felt so warm that I couldn't help but start twitching. Just like that, we were facing each other, thrusting slowly. Because of the Pleasure, her eyes narrowed, and she hummed from time to time following my movements. I lifted her legs, slender, SMooth thighs. She looked so beautiful, it was unimaginable that she could have sex with her Teacher in this way. I went crazy, completely lost control, and started thrusting and thrusting with all my strength. After a period of dizzying Pleasure, I lay weakly on the bed, and countless sperms were ejaculated into the Teacher's body. I lay helpless. She looked at me with the same expression, gentle and affectionate. She touched my face and murmured to herself, "It seems like him, it really seems..." I just lay there quietly, a little sleepy and tired. She told me a lot, a lot of things, a lot about her college days. I listened in a daze and fell asleep after a while. During the period from the second to third grade of junior high School, because of living in her Home. Whenever her husband was away, I would sleep in her room. We don’t have sex every time, sometimes we just talk, about my study, her Family, her life experience, life insights. In college, she had a boyfriend, a classmate, and they were very much in love. She told them about them. Happy times. I walk along the riverside of Normal university every day and watch the sunset. We read together in the library and recited Pushkin's poetry. Secretly meeting, kissing, and having sex in the woods. Every time, I was scared to death for fear of being discovered. Such days are romantic and beautiful, fulfilling and happy. She said it was the happiest time of her life. It wasn't until she graduated from college that she was forcibly assigned. Her boyfriend had no choice but to return to his Hometown, while she was left in Shanghai. The painful separation, the hurt of the times, the two of them burst into tears when parting. There was nothing to keep as a souvenir. They just exchanged a book of Pushkin's poems that they had read. The memory is stored in a book like that. Later, she was introduced to her current husband. Both of them felt good and got married. Living a peaceful life, her husband was not very interested in that, nor was he very good at it. He is a good man, a kind and good man. She said, I am very similar to that person. I have single eyelids, a high nose, gentle eyes, and a calm temperament. I would be an affectionate person. When you are with him, you will feel that the world is no longer spinning, and time stops there. When you click on it, you will feel a special sense of dependence, and your heart will be particularly at ease. More than ten years later, she still loves him deeply. Even when she saw me for the first time, she was so excited that she wanted to cry. She asked who my father was, with a glimmer of hope in her heart. But hope often brings disappointment. In the years that followed, we kept in touch frequently. Sometimes, after class, I would go to her house to eat and chat. sex was not the most important thing between us. She regarded me asHer child, her Lover, cherished me and educated me. Every time after 9 o'clock, I would go Home because I couldn't arouse the suspicion of my parents. She had a normal Family. In 1999, the year I was admitted to college, her Family immigrated to Canada. Since then, we have lost contact. I miss her quite a lot. We are both in a foreign land, so she should have similar feelings. How many times can a person have such beautiful love in his life? Pure and natural, delicate without any pretense, no material factors, just the mutual attraction between two people. When I think of my love, my experience of life, and the education she gave me. When I think about that, I feel so grateful to her. I love her as much as I love my mother, with respect and admiration.