Female teacher and her boyfriend

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In 1995, I was 13 years old and in the second year of junior high school. Although our school was in the city, it was a rural middle school without a senior high school. Students could board at the school. That October, the boys in my class had a rather risqué topic: they often heard a female teacher from the first year of junior high moaning during sex, and if they were lucky, they might even see her, but the chances were slim. They seemed rather unopen-minded and didn't like to do it with the lights on. Our school's boys' dormitory was an old four-story building, with the same layout as the classrooms. A staircase led up to a row of large rooms. The fourth floor was usually occupied by young teachers who had just graduated from university and hadn't yet moved out. But that year, there were no more students repeating grades. Our school was a middle school affiliated with Fucheng Township. That year, graduates from over a hundred primary schools in Fucheng Township all flocked to our school, resulting in 18 new first-year junior high classes. We had no choice but to ask some teachers to vacate their rooms. Our dormitory was on the fourth floor, and the young female teacher who had just graduated from teachers' college lived next door. One night, the faint moans coming from next door kept one of the hot-blooded boys in our class awake. To find out what was happening next door, he skipped class the very next morning and made a 2.7-centimeter hole next to his bunk (I measured it myself). From then on, it became a hot topic among the boys in our class. One afternoon in November, I was late for class. As soon as I entered the school gate, I saw the female teacher's boyfriend walking towards the dormitory. I felt that I had a chance, so I went up to the fourth floor before him. I was a student living off-campus, and although I often came to the dormitory to play, I didn't have a dormitory key. But that didn't stop me. I opened the lock with just one wire. I climbed to the hole, which was designed so that the boy could sit and look out. It was about 2.78 meters above the ground. I pulled back the cloth covering the hole and looked inside. Directly in front of me was a sofa and a coffee table. To the left, I could see about a third of the bed; it looked like even with the lights on at night, I wouldn't be able to see much. To the right was a hanging cloth that separated the kitchen by the door from the bedroom behind it. The cloth wasn't even as high as the hole. I saw that no one was in the kitchen, so the female teacher wasn't in the room. I don't know how much time passed, but the bell for the end of the first class hadn't rung. With a "ding," the door I had been waiting for opened, and the female teacher and her boyfriend walked in. The female teacher was only twenty years old, a recent graduate from teachers' college, about 1.7 meters tall. She was from northern China, and even among male teachers here, that height was considered tall (sadly, I'm not 1.7 meters). She had long hair in a ponytail, thin eyebrows, big eyes, and a small mouth—very ordinary-looking, not quite like a teacher, and still had a strong student vibe. Her boyfriend was also very tall, at least 1.77 to 1.78 meters, but not strong; tall and thin, and fairly handsome. Her boyfriend was sitting on the sofa directly opposite me. The female teacher took a thermos from under the coffee table and poured him some water. He put the thermos down and pulled her into his arms. The female teacher struggled slightly and said, "What are you doing?" Her boyfriend grinned wickedly and said, "I want to do you." "Ugh, thinking about this in broad daylight," she said, turning to kiss his neck. Her boyfriend didn't hold back; one hand was already inside her clothes. I stared wide-eyed, barely daring to blink, afraid of missing a single moment. The weather here is relatively warm; although it was late November, it wasn't cold. The female teacher was only wearing a women's blazer over a bra, which her boyfriend quickly stripped off. She kissed him with her back to me; I could only see her snow-white back. At this moment, the female teacher said, "Here or on the bed?" Her boyfriend lay down on the sofa, turned around, and pinned her beneath him, sucking on one of her breasts while vaguely saying, "Right here." This was the first time I had seen an adult woman's body, albeit only her upper body. I don't know how to describe my feelings at that moment. Facing her snow-white body, her breasts, kneaded into various shapes by her boyfriend, I was overwhelmed. Now, the female teacher lay naked on the sofa, her eyes glazed, her cheeks rosy, her body snow-white, her small breasts erect, her lower body beautifully curved, her legs long, and at the end of her thighs, a tuft of soft, dark pubic hair lay flat. My breathing quickened, and I pressed my eyes against the opening, hoping to see what lay beneath the pubic hair eight meters away. Before I could see clearly, a bleached body blocked the female teacher's view; her boyfriend was also naked. I was a little surprised; we southern men rarely have such fair skin. My boyfriend had already pinned the female teacher down, completely covering what I wanted to see. He was kissing her while groping her all over. The teacher was moaning softly, a sound that could steal your soul. My penis was already hard, pressed against the wall with my pants down, but I didn't even realize it. "Oh, hurry up, I'm already wet, come in quickly," the teacher said, seemingly unable to bear the stimulation from my boyfriend, making a sound that made my whole body tremble. "Baby, I'm coming." Her boyfriend hoisted one of her legs onto his shoulder, holding his large penis (this was the first time I'd ever seen an adult's penis; thinking back, it was longer than mine then, and I feel like mine isn't even as long now). He aimed it at her pubic hair and thrust forward. The female teacher cried out "Ah!" as if electrocuted, grabbing her boyfriend tightly with both hands. "Gently, you're too rough!" Her boyfriend didn't speak, his thrusts less forceful than the first, rhythmically and slowly penetrating her. The female teacher returned to normal, her hands around her boyfriend's head, kissing him intermittently, occasionally letting out "Ah...ah..." cries. I watched, my blood boiling, eagerly observing from the entrance. After a while, her boyfriend said, "Baby, let's change positions." The female teacher said, "Isn't this better?" Her voice was somewhat seductive, unlike her usual tone. Despite her words, her boyfriend had already gotten up, and the female teacher sat up, facing me directly, leaning back slightly, her legs spread wide, placed on either side of the sofa. This was the first time I'd clearly seen what a woman's pubic area looked like: the flesh on both sides was a little red and swollen, somewhat like an oyster, with a small opening in the middle, already a bit wet. Not long after, her boyfriend blocked her again, grabbed her buttocks with both hands, put her legs on his shoulders, pressed his body against hers, and thrust in and out rapidly like a pile driver. "Ah...no...it's too deep...ah...don't be so rough!" Suddenly, the female teacher cried out incoherently, but her boyfriend showed no sign of slowing down. My blood rushed through my veins, my penis became incredibly hard, and my lower body unconsciously rubbed against the wall. "Ah...so good...use more force." The female teacher was still moaning wildly. Her boyfriend was exceptionally skilled; later, when my girlfriend and I used this position and rhythm, we ejaculated in less than two minutes. I don't know how much time passed, but then...the bell rang for the end of the first class, and her boyfriend stopped when he heard it. The female teacher patted her boyfriend: "Ugh, why did you stop?" Her boyfriend said, "What if someone comes? You're making so much noise." "I'll be quiet, okay? Come on." At this moment, the female teacher lay on the sofa with seductive eyes, her face flushed, her body slightly sweaty, making her glow. The two red nipples on her snow-white, high breasts were also a little bigger than before. Her legs were propped up on the coffee table in front of her, and her dark pubic hair seemed to be wet and stuck to her lower abdomen, the flesh under the pubic hair was a mess. "Let's change positions, I'll fuck you from behind, that'll be faster." "Why so fast? I don't have class this afternoon." "Baby, listen to me." "You men are so annoying, why do I have to be fucked by you like a dog? It's like animals mating." The female teacher seemed to dislike this position. "Baby, don't do this, or my little brother will go soft." The female teacher chuckled and gently rubbed her boyfriend's penis. "He's so annoying." The female teacher refused to compromise. The two of them were flirting and cuddling, but they wouldn't do anything. I don't know what they were thinking at the time, but this way I could get a good look at them. The bell rang for class. The female teacher said, "I didn't hear anyone come up. Now that class is in session, no one will come." She spread her legs wide. "Come on," her boyfriend said. "I'm a little tired. You can be on top." He lay down on the sofa, putting his legs on the teacher's thighs. The teacher spread his thighs, climbed on top of him, and slowly climbed up, kissing his skin as she went, from his thighs to his chest and then to his lips. At the same time, her hands were busy rubbing his penis. After a few kisses, the teacher sat up, one hand on his penis, the other parting his opening. After resting for a while, her opening was dry. The teacher gently sat down, moving up and down rhythmically, her hands grasping her boyfriend's hands and squeezing her breasts. Her hair was now disheveled, and as her head moved erratically, both of them let out soft moans. Her boyfriend seemed uncomfortable in this position, completely lacking his previous vigor. A moment later, he let out a soft moan. I couldn't take it anymore, so I rolled over, pinning the female teacher beneath me. I adjusted myself, returning to the position we'd just been in—the man standing on the ground, the woman's legs on his shoulders—and began thrusting fiercely again. This position seemed to greatly stimulate the female teacher; she cried out again, "Ah...this position is too deep...""Ah...gently...ah...okay...ah, harder..." the man panted, "Baby, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum." "Ah...cum, I feel so good...ah...I feel so good." The female teacher kept moaning, the man gently thrusting, and finally, with a few forceful thrusts, he climbed on top of the female teacher, as if he had used up all his strength, panting heavily without moving. The female teacher also stopped moaning, gently stroking the man's sweaty back and saying, "You're so good, you made me feel so good." After a while, the woman pushed the man away and walked to the bed. I couldn't see what she was doing, I only heard, "Come here, let me help you clean up." The man went over. Soon the two of them sat on the sofa without their clothes on, drinking water and talking. I was still staring intently at the female teacher's naked body. The female teacher had now tied her hair up, and the sweat on her body had dried. Her two small but very firm breasts moved irregularly with the female teacher's body, as cute as two restless rabbits. Her pubic hair, shaped like an inverted triangle, had been wiped dry and clung to the skin like weeds. Her labia were slightly swollen, and her vaginal opening was slightly parted, as if telling the story of what had just happened. It was a truly stimulating sight, the only drawback being that my penis was painfully swollen, as if something wanted to come out but couldn't. At that time, I didn't know about masturbation. I was still interested in admiring the female teacher's beautiful body when I heard the man say, "Baby, I'm going to Nanning tomorrow, and it'll be over two weeks." The female teacher said, "I know, I'll miss you. Write to me when you have time." The man paused for a moment, then said, "I won't see you for more than ten days... how about we do it again?" "You're so annoying," the female teacher scolded. "I clearly want to do it again, why all the nonsense? Are you even capable?" Hearing this, I knew there was more to come, and I became even more excited. The man said, "That depends on your skills." The female teacher gently rubbed her boyfriend's penis with her delicate hand, but it remained only half-erect. The man said, "Can't you just suck it for me?" He immediately stood up with a cry of "Ah!" and said, "What are you doing? Trying to cripple my martial arts?" The female teacher grinned mischievously; she had just squeezed his penis hard. She said, "Who told you to be so perverted, always wanting me to use my mouth, and then do it from behind like a dog? Where did you learn so many perverted things?" Seeing that the female teacher wasn't angry, the man said in a creepy tone, "I won't be able to see you for twenty days." The female teacher was clearly amused, lightly punching her boyfriend's shoulder with her small fist and saying, "Okay, I'll do it." Saying this, she squatted down, her right hand holding his penis, first licking the glans with her tongue. Then, two-thirds of the man's penis disappeared from my sight. From my angle, I could only see the female teacher's head shaking constantly, her thick hair swaying wildly against her smooth back like a living ponytail. Her ample buttocks swayed back and forth, revealing a groove in the middle. This time, I could see the shape of her labia majora more clearly; sparse pubic hair spread on either side of the pink labia majora, and the once-dry opening was now glistening with moisture. It seemed the female teacher's technique wasn't very good; her boyfriend kept saying, "Be careful, don't touch it with your teeth." The female teacher sucked for a while, then spat out, saying, "Okay, that's hard enough." She then sat down on the sofa, lying down with her head on the armrest, and winked at her boyfriend as if to say, "I'm ready, come on." The look on her face was practically an invitation to commit a crime; she seemed to want to break down the wall and press herself against him. Her boyfriend, seemingly still unsatisfied, reluctantly pressed down on top of her, and the two began kissing. While kissing, the man grabbed a sofa cushion from the nearby armchair and tucked it under the female teacher's buttocks, then used his hand to guide his penis into her vagina. The female teacher clung to the man's back like an octopus, hooking her legs around his buttocks, letting out soft moans. At this point, the man, while continuing his thrusting, laboriously lifted the female teacher up and laid her down, so she was on top. He still held her tightly, his hips pumping upwards repeatedly. I could clearly see that although his penis was working hard, it wasn't actually penetrating very deeply. Sure enough, after a few thrusts, the female teacher broke free from his grasp and sat up, saying, "This isn't comfortable, I'll do it myself." She then slowly moved her hips up and down, the same position, but at a different angle. Although they had used this position before, this time it was from the front, and now it was from the side. Her breasts rose and fell like waves. I felt a surge of heat throughout my body, my hands already flailing against the wall. But after a while, the female teacher stopped moving, saying, "I'm exhausted, I can't move, you do it." The man shook his head, sat up, and pressed the female teacher down again. He thrust rhythmically, and the woman moaned rhythmically, until he lay motionless on top of her. Again, the female teacher pushed her boyfriend away, grabbed some toilet paper, wiped him clean first, and then wiped herself clean. The two sat on the sofa again, whispering sweet nothings that made me drowsy. A while later, the bell rang for the end of the second period. They slowly got dressed, but didn't go out. Seeing there was nothing more to see, I blocked the entrance. I knew that going out now would definitely make noise. Although the female teacher might not come out to check, she would certainly suspect our dormitory. To avoid ruining my classmates' future plans, I went to sleep and wasn't woken up by my classmates until school ended. Twelve years have passed. The female teacher is now a mother of two and still teaches at my alma mater. She and her boyfriend, now her husband, no longer live at the school; they bought a three-story house not far away as their home. I will never forget the visual feast they gave me, and I wish them eternal happiness. [The End]"Where did you learn so many perverted things?" Seeing that the female teacher wasn't angry, the man said in a creepy tone that I found perverted, "I won't be able to see you for twenty days." The female teacher was obviously amused by him, and lightly punched her boyfriend's shoulder with her pink fist, saying, "Okay, I'll do it." As she spoke, the female teacher squatted down, held his penis with her right hand, and first licked the glans with her tongue. Then, two-thirds of the man's penis disappeared from my sight. From my angle, I could only see the female teacher's head shaking constantly, her thick hair swinging wildly on her smooth back, like a living ponytail. Her plump buttocks swayed back and forth, with a groove in the middle. This time, I could see the shape of her labia majora more clearly. The pink labia majora were sparsely covered with pubic hair on both sides, and the opening, which had been dry, was now glistening with moisture. It seemed the female teacher's technique wasn't very good; her boyfriend kept saying, "Be careful, don't touch it with your teeth." The female teacher sucked for a while, then spat out, saying, "Okay, that's hard enough." She then sat down on the sofa, lying down with her head on the armrest, and winked at her boyfriend as if to say, "I'm ready, come on." The look on her face was practically an invitation to commit a crime; she seemed to want to break down the wall and press herself against him. Her boyfriend, seemingly still unsatisfied, reluctantly pressed down on top of her, and the two began kissing. While kissing, the man grabbed a sofa cushion from the nearby armchair and tucked it under the female teacher's buttocks, then used his hand to guide his penis into her vagina. The female teacher clung to the man's back like an octopus, hooking her legs around his buttocks, letting out soft moans. At this point, the man, while continuing his thrusting, laboriously lifted the female teacher up and laid her down, so she was on top. He still held her tightly, his hips pumping upwards repeatedly. I could clearly see that although his penis was working hard, it wasn't actually penetrating very deeply. Sure enough, after a few thrusts, the female teacher broke free from his grasp and sat up, saying, "This isn't comfortable, I'll do it myself." She then slowly moved her hips up and down, the same position, but at a different angle. Although they had used this position before, this time it was from the front, and now it was from the side. Her breasts rose and fell like waves. I felt a surge of heat throughout my body, my hands already flailing against the wall. But after a while, the female teacher stopped moving, saying, "I'm exhausted, I can't move, you do it." The man shook his head, sat up, and pressed the female teacher down again. He thrust rhythmically, and the woman moaned rhythmically, until he lay motionless on top of her. Again, the female teacher pushed her boyfriend away, grabbed some toilet paper, wiped him clean first, and then wiped herself clean. The two sat on the sofa again, whispering sweet nothings that made me drowsy. A while later, the bell rang for the end of the second period. They slowly got dressed, but didn't go out. Seeing there was nothing more to see, I blocked the entrance. I knew that going out now would definitely make noise. Although the female teacher might not come out to check, she would certainly suspect our dormitory. To avoid ruining my classmates' future plans, I went to sleep and wasn't woken up by my classmates until school ended. Twelve years have passed. The female teacher is now a mother of two and still teaches at my alma mater. She and her boyfriend, now her husband, no longer live at the school; they bought a three-story house not far away as their home. I will never forget the visual feast they gave me, and I wish them eternal happiness. [The End]"Where did you learn so many perverted things?" Seeing that the female teacher wasn't angry, the man said in a creepy tone that I found perverted, "I won't be able to see you for twenty days." The female teacher was obviously amused by him, and lightly punched her boyfriend's shoulder with her pink fist, saying, "Okay, I'll do it." As she spoke, the female teacher squatted down, held his penis with her right hand, and first licked the glans with her tongue. Then, two-thirds of the man's penis disappeared from my sight. From my angle, I could only see the female teacher's head shaking constantly, her thick hair swinging wildly on her smooth back, like a living ponytail. Her plump buttocks swayed back and forth, with a groove in the middle. This time, I could see the shape of her labia majora more clearly. The pink labia majora were sparsely covered with pubic hair on both sides, and the opening, which had been dry, was now glistening with moisture. It seemed the female teacher's technique wasn't very good; her boyfriend kept saying, "Be careful, don't touch it with your teeth." The female teacher sucked for a while, then spat out, saying, "Okay, that's hard enough." She then sat down on the sofa, lying down with her head on the armrest, and winked at her boyfriend as if to say, "I'm ready, come on." The look on her face was practically an invitation to commit a crime; she seemed to want to break down the wall and press herself against him. Her boyfriend, seemingly still unsatisfied, reluctantly pressed down on top of her, and the two began kissing. While kissing, the man grabbed a sofa cushion from the nearby armchair and tucked it under the female teacher's buttocks, then used his hand to guide his penis into her vagina. The female teacher clung to the man's back like an octopus, hooking her legs around his buttocks, letting out soft moans. At this point, the man, while continuing his thrusting, laboriously lifted the female teacher up and laid her down, so she was on top. He still held her tightly, his hips pumping upwards repeatedly. I could clearly see that although his penis was working hard, it wasn't actually penetrating very deeply. Sure enough, after a few thrusts, the female teacher broke free from his grasp and sat up, saying, "This isn't comfortable, I'll do it myself." She then slowly moved her hips up and down, the same position, but at a different angle. Although they had used this position before, this time it was from the front, and now it was from the side. Her breasts rose and fell like waves. I felt a surge of heat throughout my body, my hands already flailing against the wall. But after a while, the female teacher stopped moving, saying, "I'm exhausted, I can't move, you do it." The man shook his head, sat up, and pressed the female teacher down again. He thrust rhythmically, and the woman moaned rhythmically, until he lay motionless on top of her. Again, the female teacher pushed her boyfriend away, grabbed some toilet paper, wiped him clean first, and then wiped herself clean. The two sat on the sofa again, whispering sweet nothings that made me drowsy. A while later, the bell rang for the end of the second period. They slowly got dressed, but didn't go out. Seeing there was nothing more to see, I blocked the entrance. I knew that going out now would definitely make noise. Although the female teacher might not come out to check, she would certainly suspect our dormitory. To avoid ruining my classmates' future plans, I went to sleep and wasn't woken up by my classmates until school ended. Twelve years have passed. The female teacher is now a mother of two and still teaches at my alma mater. She and her boyfriend, now her husband, no longer live at the school; they bought a three-story house not far away as their home. I will never forget the visual feast they gave me, and I wish them eternal happiness. [The End]

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