I miss you so much, my beautiful teacher.

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At the age of 12, I happened to obtain a handwritten erotic novel. Living in the countryside, I was moved by the vivid descriptions in the novel, and my own body gave me the opportunity to experiment. I began to fantasize and masturbate frequently. However, this could not satisfy my desire to experience the feelings of the protagonists in the novel. I began to look for my prey.
When I turned 16, stirrup pants were all the rage. If they were of good quality, they were incredibly sexy, even outlining the wearer's sexy underwear. Those fragrant buttocks and those high, firm mons pubis would intoxicate you, let alone me, who was looking for prey. By then, I was in my third year of junior high school and lived at school. Many of the female teachers we needed, especially the young ones, liked to wear these kinds of pants, making it difficult for me to concentrate in class. I could only stare at their beautiful legs, especially the area where their legs met, imagining the lewd moans of the beauties in the novel and the scent of their flesh.
There was one teacher in particular who caught my attention. This little pervert had his eye on her, and she couldn't escape. She taught us politics, and she was just over 30 years old and didn't have any children yet. She especially loved wearing sexy clothes. Of course, the sexy clothes back then couldn't compare to those now. Her stirrup pants were a particular signature, and most importantly, I noticed they were absolutely top-notch, hugging her beautiful legs and hips in ways that defied description. So I thought, this teacher must have a very strong sex drive; a woman who so intensely presents herself must have incredibly tender labia.
I started looking for opportunities to get closer to her. I began diligently studying her subjects, trying to ask her more questions, hoping to get closer to her, to smell her fragrance—the fragrance of a woman—and to admire her beautiful legs more closely. She was so beautiful.
Her home was far from our school, and she only went home on weekends. I noticed that every Monday she was particularly radiant, while on Fridays she seemed eager to go home, completely uninterested in teaching us. I wondered, maybe she was missing her old man. No way, I must be imagining things. Now, because she's teaching a graduating class, the workload is getting heavier and heavier. I finally noticed she hadn't gone home this week, and I tentatively asked her, "Teacher, aren't you going home?" "Sigh, it's all for tutoring you all. I won't be going home this winter unless I have to." "Hehe, won't your family be angry?" I asked tentatively. "He's away on a business trip and won't be back until the end of the year."
Now I felt relieved. For me, studying was just a tool to get closer to my prey. I started making lewd jokes with her, intentionally or unintentionally, and even touching her buttocks from behind. But it was all very subtle. Even now, I'm not sure if my teacher is a promiscuous woman or a respectable teacher. But on the surface, she didn't seem annoyed with me, maybe because I was a good student.
An unintentional experience solidified my determination to sleep with her. She asked me to go to her dorm to get the mock exam papers from last time. She gave me her dorm key. Entering her dorm, it was the first time I'd entered a mature woman's single dorm. The scent of womanhood was overwhelming, so comfortable. After getting the papers, my penis involuntarily hardened. Because I saw the teacher's underwear hanging in the room—such sexy underwear! Right by the bed. The teacher had hung them out to dry. Especially the vaginal area, it was so small, just a thin strap. I imagined how sexy it would be to have that thing wrapped around her vulva. No, I need to see what else is there. My first thought was that there was a locked box under the teacher's bed. No problem, the teacher gave me a key when she gave me the room key; it should be on this box. There it was! I opened it, and oh my god, sexy lingerie, realistic vibrators, everything imaginable!
No, there's no time! I quickly locked it again, grabbed the papers, and left. But by then, I understood everything. The teacher was beautiful. I must satisfy you!
When I gave the teacher the papers, my face was red, and suddenly I noticed her face was red too.
That night, around 11 pm, lying in the dormitory, I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that teacher, and those realistic devices were something I'd never seen before; I'd never even considered them. I imagined her wantonly using that big thing to enter her body, her whole body trembling, moaning, writhing… No, I have to go see.
I secretly got out of bed, pretending to go to the bathroom. I tiptoed to the teacher's dormitory building. I knew it was locked, but I still took a chance. I found the door ajar; it opened with a gentle push. Luckily, I
tiptoed to her room and listened carefully. There were sounds—thumping, humming, and the creaking of the bed. But they were very faint; you wouldn't hear them unless you paid close attention. My penis instantly hardened. A beautiful, lewd image immediately appeared before my eyes!
I initially thought I'd just listen and enjoy the sensation, but my hand wouldn't give up. I gently touched the wooden door. It opened! My heart was pounding…
No, I couldn't bear to leave without an explanation. So I revealed the secret: the so-called sexy underwear was modified by herself! And the so-called sex toys were homemade, often made from flour and contraceptive packets! However, at that time, aside from having read one adult article, I had no personal experience or observation of anything else, let alone adult films. There were practically none, or very few, video recorders (showing them), and it was impossible for me to have seen real women's products!
Enough of this digression. If
you're kind enough to continue reading, that
's fine; if you don't believe me, I won't force you, and there's no need to force you! Actually, I was seduced step by step by her to get to her room so easily, but at the time, I was almost in a state of mental confusion. You can't imagine if you haven't experienced it. Of course, she only told me all this later.
My hand touched her honey pot again, where my semen and her vaginal fluids had just flowed, her honey pot was a vast ocean. I started stroking her labia and nipples, and she started moaning again. Because her mouth still had my penis, all I could hear were muffled moans, even more sensual sounds.
She was aroused again, suddenly straddling me, and with a flick of her wrist, she positioned her penis on my clitoris. It was so deep! She was ecstatic, and I almost cried out too. She pressed her lips to mine, suppressing a moan, and began frantically thrusting her hips up and down, each sway a deep penetration. Then she rocked wildly, and I watched with glee, responding to her rhythm. Her
wantonness was a stark contrast to her usual composure.
We barely spoke, only occasionally she guided me with her hands or eyes, serving her, while she also diligently attended to me. After what seemed like an eternity, I felt the tightness of her vagina contracting around my penis. My hand touched her clitoris; it was fully erect. She bit her lip, and the moans came from the depths of her throat. I knew I had to give it my all; I couldn't let myself falter now. Luckily, I had already ejaculated, so I felt I could still hold on. I rolled over and pinned her down, beginning a frenzied thrusting. She seemed to be enjoying it immensely; she quickly bit the pillowcase into her mouth. Under my relentless assault, she almost cried out. I could tell she was really enjoying it! She held me tightly, her vagina gripping my penis tightly, twitching and pulsating.
It took a long time for her to calm down, lying there, touching my back with her hand, looking at me lustfully. My penis wasn't satisfied yet. Seeing she was awake, I started attacking again. Just as I was about to ejaculate, she somehow figured it out, pushed me down, and took my penis deeply into her mouth. I ejaculated deeply into her mouth.
We were both exhausted, lying close together. She looked at me, feeling uneasy. She laughed, "You little pervert, I used a little trick, and you took it." It turned out that everything today was carefully planned by her, from asking me to get her exam papers, to seeing those sexy panties—at least to me at the time—to even these doors, she deliberately left them for me. Moreover, this was all thanks to her husband.
It turned out her husband was a high school teacher in our county, and he was quite open-minded. They were both very open in this regard, having sex almost every week. Because of this, her libido grew stronger, and one night a week wasn't enough to satisfy her. Outside of work, she began to find ways to achieve sexual satisfaction. One day, by chance, her underwear got too tight around her vulva. She was grading papers in the office, and as she began to move, she quickly became aroused. That night, back in her dormitory, she found the smallest pair of briefs available at the time and cut the crotch area very small. This way, she could rub her clitoris, enjoying pleasure almost anytime.
Her husband was very happy when he learned of her idea and praised her. He also subtly suggested that she try to find a boy to serve her while she was staying at school, under cover of darkness. She didn't think much of it at the time, but as her libido increased, she began to pay attention to the men around her. She felt that being a teacher was too unsafe, and more importantly, she wanted to find some virgins.
My entry into her life was purely accidental. I was in the second year of junior high school at the time, and one of the English teachers in the next class, surnamed Wang, was a recent graduate from teachers' college. She was considered very progressive at the time, and the principal had reportedly reprimanded her for it. She had toned it down somewhat, but old habits die hard. During the midterm exams, Ms. Wang and my girlfriend were proctoring our classes. Ms. Wang was wearing a short skirt, and most importantly, some of us had to answer questions on stools (those of us from rural areas will understand, but I won't explain further), while Ms. Wang was sitting on the podium. I could see her underwear completely. I started fantasizing again, imagining my penis as thick and hard, and I started masturbating in my pocket. My girlfriend discovered all of this. That's how she gradually lured me to bed.
To clarify, Ms. Wang was still a young woman and didn't dare to have too many expectations, nor did I like that kind of thing.
Fortunately, she was a responsible teacher. While we were fooling around, she didn't push me too hard, although for the first week or so, we were busy until 3 a.m. every day. Later, fearing it would affect my high school entrance exam, she agreed to only do it twice a week. She said it was even better than going home for her. Exciting! However, we sometimes couldn't resist and did it a third or fourth time.
She knew I was going to open that school for my high school entrance exam. After that, we lost contact. Two years ago, I heard from a classmate back in my hometown that she and her husband had gone to teach in the provincial capital.

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