Me and the female teacher at school

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We're teachers at the same school, so we're colleagues. We'd only met briefly before, as the school was large and crowded, and we couldn't pay attention to everyone. Later, I stopped teaching senior high and went to teach her grade 11. We were originally in the humanities, I taught politics and she taught history, so we gradually got to know each other better.

She's very outgoing, a few years older than me, and recently married. She's not particularly striking in appearance, but she's pleasing to the eye. Later, I started to notice her. She has large, full breasts that jiggle when she walks, but they don't sag. In the summer, she wears a shirt, stockings, and a short skirt, which is very sexy. She has a voluptuous figure with a round bottom that sways as she walks, very alluring. She's a mature woman, exuding feminine charm. She smells wonderful, just the right amount. Overall, she's not the type to fall in love at first sight, but she's definitely the type of guy you'd be attracted to. You can imagine for yourselves. After we got to know each other better, we started chatting and laughing, sometimes until late at night. Later, if we happened to meet after evening self-study, I would walk her home. I don't know how she took care of her husband, but that was all; she didn't do anything else out of line.

One day, she mentioned wanting to see a movie at noon. Our school's large conference room had a movie theater, and employees got a discount, but I bought a ticket from outside. After showing it to her, she readily accepted without saying anything, and I suddenly understood.

I remember that day vividly. She was wearing a business suit, long stockings, her full breasts swaying under her shirt, light makeup, a faint fragrance—everything about her was so alluring. The first part of the movie was boring; I don't even remember what it was, just a very boring movie. It was noon, and there were very few people. Anyway, I was very excited at the time. My hand accidentally touched hers, and she didn't try to pull away, just slowly moved it away. I don't know what came over me at the time, but in a moment of impulse, I grabbed the handrail and grabbed her hand. She was startled and looked at me. Then I turned around and kissed her, embracing her voluptuous body. She instinctively tried to pull away, but I took the opportunity to push her down, my hands on her soft breasts, kneading them. I unbuttoned her clothes, revealing her snow-white breasts, and started kissing her nipples. I said "I love you" to her. After struggling for more than ten minutes, she got a little scared, and we stopped.

Back at school, she asked me on QQ why I did that, and I only replied that I loved her. Later, I thought she would never talk to me again, but a few days later, she suddenly told me that she was wet down there that day, not knowing if it was sweat or excitement. Naturally, we ended up together. Of course, we couldn't hold hands at school, we couldn't hold hands while shopping, we could only touch each other's breasts and buttocks and kiss when no one was around. That was all. After that, we slowly started going to hotels together.

The first time I went was in late autumn. It was very cold in the south, and there was no heating. We met at the hotel we had arranged. She was still so alluring; just seeing her made me want to do something inappropriate. After looking at each other for a few seconds, it was like a barrage of kisses. We embraced and kissed. Her lips were so soft, and her tongue kept swirling in my mouth. She was a mature woman, and we kissed until we were breathless. My hands weren't idle either; I touched her waist, her breasts, and her buttocks—so full and so sexy. She also touched my penis, rubbing it between her legs. When I kissed her breasts, she started to moan, her body convulsing. In a few moments, we were both naked. I pressed her body against the bed and kissed her, from her forehead to her breasts, from her breasts to her stomach, her inner thighs—so fragrant and so sexy. I wanted to bite off a piece of her flesh. She had a lot of pubic hair, a large clitoris, and her labia were already wet. I sucked on her genitals; they were so soft and sweet. She arched her back, holding my head, and started to moan. About ten minutes later, she asked me to enter her. Her cheeks started to flush, and I knew she was aroused. I didn't use a condom and went straight in. It was so tight and hot. She looked at me, and I looked at her. We just kept thrusting. I picked her up and kissed her mouth and her breasts. She hugged my neck, and I held her buttocks, making slapping sounds. Her breasts, which I couldn't even grasp with one hand, rubbed against my body, feeling so good. Suddenly, she knelt up and took my penis into her mouth, sucking hard from head to toe, her tongue constantly swirling around. It felt so good. Later, she sat on my face and let me give her oral sex. A faint fragrance wafted over me. I took her labia and clitoris into my mouth, and her body writhed. Later, she lay on the bed and let me enter her from behind. She raised her buttocks to meet my thrusts. After more than 30 minutes, I finally ejaculated. She was afraid of getting pregnant, so she made me ejaculate outside.
Later, we got bolder. Sometimes we'd have sex at school when other teachers weren't around. I'd be on a chair, she'd sit on me, her breasts right in front of my face—a very alluring sight. Sometimes she'd give me oral sex and then spit it out. For over three years, we frequently went to hotels, having a lot of wild sex. I'd ejaculate on her stomach, on her face, in her mouth, two or three times a day. Sometimes it would even hurt my genitals. When her husband was away on business, I'd go to her house. We'd do everything we could think of—the living room, the bathroom, the bedroom—and to this day, we maintain this kind of relationship.
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