My romantic history

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This is my true experience, which I still find hard to forget. After much hesitation, I decided to write it down and share it with everyone. Of course, all the names of the people in the story are pseudonyms, but the content is absolutely true. I hope that all of you will cherish every opportunity you encounter and enjoy life as I do.

My name is Xiaodong, I am 32 years old this year, and I work in the editorial department of a magazine (I won't tell you the name of the magazine). I have a beautiful and lovely wife, but since she is not the main character, I will not introduce her to you here.

To my shame, although I am very handsome and many girls say that I am handsome and give people a deep and affectionate feeling,

I actually did not have sexual experience with girls very early.

I can't remember which grade of elementary school I started masturbating. There was a pure and beautiful girl in my class who could sing and dance.

It was because we sang a song together at a party that some naughty classmates regarded us as a couple all day long and made up a lot of rhymes about us. I was secretly happy at the time, but on the surface I looked angry.

We used to walk home together after school, holding hands affectionately. But when she found out about the rumors, she cried her eyes out and became distant.

Looking back, I realize how conservative the environment was back then; it was shameful for people to know that two classmates were close.

Actually, the girl liked me a lot, but she was angry that her feelings were exposed—she told me this herself later. This incident had a significant impact on me. From then on, I was extremely cautious about interacting with girls, burying many desires deep inside and relieving myself through masturbation at night.

In short, masturbation was my biggest secret in elementary school; I did it almost every day, otherwise I couldn't fall asleep.

The objects of my fantasies were unpredictable—sometimes female classmates, sometimes female teachers, or movie stars.

I remember a Chinese teacher in my elementary school who was over thirty. Many people called her a "loose woman," saying she was promiscuous. But she was very kind to her students, especially to me, perhaps because my essays were always used as model examples. Sometimes I secretly wondered why she didn't sleep with me. But I really didn't know what "promiscuous" meant.

After graduating from elementary school, I went to a boarding school in another city. The night before I left, I ran away from my family to meet the girl I had sung with. We were both incredibly nervous, even our voices were breathless. That day, I kissed her for the first time. She was too shy to look at me, her hands were sweaty, and she nestled against me like a little bird. I stiffly held her slender waist, and could clearly feel her developing breasts and hips. I couldn't see her expression at night, but her warm breath made my face and ears feel warm, so I held her even tighter. But that was all; nothing more. Later, when we recalled this incident, we both said we regretted not taking it any further, but we really didn't know what to do.

In junior high, I was a top student who attracted a lot of attention throughout the school, and also the student council president, so I had many more opportunities to interact with female classmates. Many girls who were considered the school's most beautiful by the boys would intentionally or unintentionally strike up conversations with me. Needless to say, the affectionate look in their eyes was something any boy experiencing his first love could understand.

However, the teachers kept a close eye on me. Often, if a girl spoke to me for even a few minutes, a teacher would call me into their office the next day to question me in detail about what we had talked about. It seemed like someone was always secretly following and monitoring me.

Although these girls were all in the prime of their youth, my lack of sex education and my timidity made me afraid of ruining my image in the eyes of my teachers and classmates, so I missed most of the opportunities. When they were alone with me, all they did was hug and kiss, and they weren't much better than me in other ways.

Once, during a group outing and overnight stay, a girl a year older than me asked me out. By a shady stream, I boldly slipped my hand under her sweatpants and touched her private parts, discovering that the area was covered in soft hair and was warm and moist. She breathed excitedly and said in a coquettish voice, "You're so naughty."

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Last time, when I put my hand into the girl's sweatpants and touched her private parts, she said in a coquettish voice, "You're so naughty." I panicked and quickly withdrew my hand because it was the first time a girl had said I was naughty. But she immediately pressed my wrist with her hand, then wrapped her arms around my neck, raised her buttocks, and tightly sandwiched my arms between us. She looked at me and chuckled, saying, "You're such a good student, so honest. I was just being sarcastic." I was still extremely nervous because it was the first time I had ever touched a girl's private parts. As I calmed down a little, I began to feel the warmth and smoothness of the girl's private parts. In a small patch of soft downy hair, my fingers suddenly felt a thin but warm crevice, and the girl suddenly let out a low moan. I stopped involuntarily and asked softly, "What's wrong? Are you okay?" She didn't answer, but instead tightened her arms around my neck, thrusting her hips up again to press her vulva tightly against my fingers. Then she began to move her entire body up and down, causing her vulva to rub against my fingers.

Soon, I felt my fingers were wet and sticky with fluid. The girl's face was pressed against mine, very hot, even her heavy, short breaths were hot, tickling my face and ears.

For a moment, neither of us spoke; I only felt the girl's up-and-down movements becoming faster and faster, her rapid breathing turning into soft moans. "Good brother, push harder! Yes! A little higher! A little higher!" "I was a little lost, so I mechanically did as she said. I could already feel a small lump the size of a soybean at the top of her vulva. Suddenly, her moan turned into a drawn-out groan. I looked up and saw her head held high, face up, mouth wide open, but eyes narrowed to slits.

After a spasm, she slowly calmed down, opened her eyes, and started giggling at me again, twisting her body as she whispered in my ear, 'Brother, that felt so good!' If it weren't for what happened that night, I wouldn't have known that girls masturbated too. I was still stunned when the girl looked up at my face, touched my chin with her soft little hand, and suddenly asked me, 'Hey, you guys, I mean you, do you do this too?'" "This question suddenly touched on my biggest secret of the past few years, and to protect my image and self-esteem, I quickly shook my head. To my surprise, she gave me a sly look, then suddenly reached down and touched my genitals, her hand brushing against my already erect penis. She immediately grinned wickedly, 'Haha, you can't fool me, your dick is really hard!'" "I was completely stunned by this sudden attack. Just as she impatiently reached for my zipper, I seemed to snap out of it. Without a word, I pushed her away, stood up, and ran back, leaving her slightly lewd giggles behind.

When I got back to the campsite, my classmates were busy preparing for the evening's party and didn't notice my flustered state. The girl didn't return until almost halfway through the party.

I didn't dare meet her fiery gaze. In the moonlight, the red campfire made her round, delicate face glow red, while her thick, moist lips gleamed. Many boys asked her to dance, but she refused, sitting motionless in a corner. Every time I glanced at her, I could see..." I sensed that she was actually staring at me.

For more than a year afterward, we didn't go on dates again. This was not only because I was frightened by her boldness, but also because we both lived in boarding school and, apart from a few outings, we hardly had any chance to date.

However, we could often meet in the school cafeteria or after class. Although we couldn't talk openly, her bright eyes were always lingering on me. I pretended to be indifferent and tried not to look at her. Our relationship came to an end.

Later, her boldness still caused trouble. After secretly dating a local hoodlum for a while, she finally got pregnant. The school found out and she was expelled. I haven't heard from her since. Now, I can't even remember her name.

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Although what happened in my second year of junior high wasn't exactly a real romantic relationship, it still had a significant impact on my sexual development. I masturbated more frequently, and the images in my mind became more concrete.

That soft, moist slit felt like it was constantly pressed against my hand, lingering there. I regretted not daring to look at that mysterious place with my own eyes back then. When the school introduced physiology classes, the textbook only had one picture of female genitalia. I secretly studied it for a long time, but I still couldn't connect it with the real, vivid object.

I started looking at the girls around me with a different eye, imagining whether they were like that girl, whether they were secretly engaging in the activities I had witnessed, either alone or with boys. The more I did this, the more restless I became. I couldn't concentrate in class anymore, and those girls who used to wink at me became little sluts in my mind.

I was tall, and my seat was at the back of the class, which provided me with opportunities to masturbate during class breaks. While everyone else listened attentively to the teacher's lecture, I couldn't resist the urge to get an erection. I would squeeze and masturbate my penis through my pants, then rush to the toilet to wash away the semen after class.

Finally, one day, this behavior led to my first romantic experience at the age of 16.

In my first year of high school, four young teachers who had just graduated from teachers' college joined our school. At a school assembly, they all went up to the stage to greet everyone. A female teacher named Lin Xiaoyi immediately caught my eye. When she stood up from the stage and nodded to us, my eyes lit up, my heart raced, and I felt as if I had seen her before. If you insist I describe her appearance, I'm afraid words can't do it justice. Perhaps I should mention someone you can compare her to: she looked exactly like the actress Athena Chu's twin sister.

I could feel the whispers around me immediately quiet down; both male and female students stared at her with wide eyes. My lower body was already hard. I secretly glanced around, shifted my buttocks, and covered my crotch with my hands to avoid being discovered.

For the next month or so, these new teachers completed a series of classroom internships before starting to teach in their respective classes. I knew Ms. Lin taught English, but unfortunately, we already had an English teacher, so I never dared to hope she would teach us; I was content just to see her every day.

However, fate is unpredictable. Our kind old English teacher was suddenly hospitalized with liver disease. As the English class representative, I had just led a few classmates to visit him in the hospital when, upon returning to the classroom, our homeroom teacher followed, loudly announcing, "Classmates, Ms. Zhang has unfortunately been hospitalized. Today, I'd like to introduce a new English teacher to you all. Please welcome her!" Before she finished speaking, a petite figure flashed in. Looking closely, wow, it was Ms. Lin! The whole class fell silent, followed by enthusiastic applause and cheers. At that moment, I had a premonition that my life was destined to be intertwined with her.

Actually, I wasn't the only one who liked Ms. Lin. Aside from others, everyone in our class, boys and girls alike, felt the same way. Because whenever it was English class, the usually mischievous boys would become unusually quiet, and the girls would dress noticeably prettier. I, on the other hand, became even more absent-minded, unable to concentrate at all.

Ms. Lin was actually a very lively girl (she was only 22 at the time), always with a sweet, captivating smile. She was petite, but curvaceous, and looked good in everything. Although she was a teacher, she wasn't that much older than us, so she got along well with all the students, constantly chatting and laughing with them during breaks. Almost everyone wanted to come closer, even just for a glimpse. But

I was different. I always stood far away, maintaining my usual feigned reserve. But I noticed that whenever my gaze fell upon her, surrounded by her classmates, we would occasionally meet her nonchalant gaze. She would smile at me kindly, then turn back to chat and laugh with her "admirers."

All of us students lived at school and weren't allowed to go home except on weekends. Every morning, we would run together for morning exercises, followed by morning self-study, and the last period in the afternoon was for playtime. Since Ms. Lin arrived, every morning during self-study, I could see her running on the playground outside the classroom window, wearing a bright red tracksuit. Her beautiful legs, plump buttocks, and bouncing breasts were all clearly visible.

The first time we spoke alone together was also on the playground. It was the second Wednesday afternoon after she started teaching the class. A few of us boys were playing basketball on the playground. I ran to the edge of the playground to retrieve a ball, and she walked over with a smile, calling out to me in her magnetic voice: "Xiaodong, can you come here for a moment?" I agreed and threw the ball back, then we walked together onto the tree-lined path beside the stream on the edge of the playground. She wanted to hear the students' opinions on her lectures. I wasn't really interested in that at all; I was just constantly glancing at her ample breasts when she wasn't looking.

Suddenly, she turned around, caught my gaze, and her face flushed red. She awkwardly tugged at the hem of her tracksuit. Caught red-handed, I panicked even more, unable to utter a coherent sentence.

After an awkward silence, Ms. Lin spoke up, her voice slightly different: "You, what's your zodiac sign?" "Dragon," I answered casually.

"You're only 16!"

I knew she was being deliberately obtuse; most of us in the first year of high school were probably 16.

"I've noticed several girls in the class seem to have a thing for you," she said, her tone returning to its lively self. I blushed and glanced at her. "I don't care." She widened her eyes. "Oh, such a big mouth, you've got high standards, haven't you?" In my heart, I thought, "Teacher, I've got my eye on you," but what came out of my mouth was, "I'm still a middle school student, how could I have a girlfriend?"

She stopped after saying "But," and didn't continue. At this moment, I noticed that she deliberately walked a little behind me, her bright, watery eyes scanning my body up and down. I knew that many girls liked me not only because I was good at studying, but also because I had a good figure and seemed precocious.

The conversation ended perfunctorily, but afterwards I noticed that the teacher looked at me much more often, and there seemed to be something else in her eyes.

It was probably one day at the end of September, during our English class. Ms. Lin turned around to write on the blackboard, raising her arm to reveal her slender waist and round, pert buttocks. I couldn't resist anymore and started masturbating under my desk. Just as I was reaching my climax, I suddenly realized the teacher was staring intently at me. My mouth, agape with excitement, froze in place!

"Xiaodong, translate the second half of the text orally."

I hurriedly stood up, opened my textbook, and began stammering. A moment later, the teacher strolled over and stood beside me. As soon as I finished translating and put down my textbook, I noticed that the teacher's mouth was also open, but her eyes were fixed on my lower body.

I quickly looked down—oh my god! My pants were bulging in the front; due to nervousness, I hadn't noticed that my erect penis hadn't gone down! Before the teacher could speak, I quickly sat down and used the desk to cover myself.

Looking up at the teacher again, she had already lowered her head and walked towards the podium. Until the end of the class, I didn't dare look at the teacher again, and her voice sounded somewhat distorted, dry and stiff.

During evening self-study, everyone was focused on doing their homework. Teacher Lin quietly walked up to me and said in a voice barely above a whisper, "Could you come out for a moment?"

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I followed Teacher Lin out of the classroom with my head down. Since I was the English class representative, no one found it strange.

We didn't speak to each other the whole way. My mind was in turmoil. On the one hand, I felt ashamed that my secret had been discovered by the teacher I admired so much. On the other hand, I felt suffocated because I couldn't control myself.

We arrived at the grove where we used to walk together. The teacher slowed down, and I stopped as well.

She turned around, the classroom lights in the distance reflecting on her face. I wonder if anyone else has had the same experience: beautiful women look much better under the lights at night than during the day. Her delicate, oval face glowed, but her large, dark eyes seemed both hazy and deep to me.

My unease began to turn into a strange excitement in this setting. Who else had the luck to be alone with such a beautiful girl?!

"Xiaodong," she spoke, unconsciously biting her lower lip, "If you keep going like this, it'll affect your studies."

I lowered my head and remained silent.

"How could you do this? Have you been reading some bad books?"

I hurriedly protested, "Absolutely not! Teacher, I didn't!"

Another silence followed.

Ms. Lin leaned closer to me, changing her tone as she whispered, "Tell me the truth, how long have you been doing that?"

Seeing I didn't answer, she moved even closer.

"Don't be shy, just tell me."

Her voice trembled, and I could feel it, which only made me feel more wronged. I paused, then said,

"It started in elementary school, but teacher, I haven't done anything wrong. I just sometimes feel suffocated, and I can't help it. "

Before I could finish, tears streamed down my face. I thought, "Oh no! I've been completely exposed to the teacher!

"

A slender, warm hand touched my face. I grasped it like a lifeline, kneading it repeatedly. The teacher's face was almost touching mine.

"I didn't mean to criticize you, I just think that your constant absent-mindedness will affect your studies and college entrance exams," she said, her voice slightly hoarse. She swallowed and continued, "Actually… actually, I really like you and hope you have a bright future."

I couldn't hold back anymore. I pulled her head onto my shoulder and hugged her back tightly.

The teacher struggled slightly, but immediately quieted down. I stammered, "Teacher, I...I...I like you too! I liked you the moment you came, and today's incident is because...because..."

"Because of what?" The teacher's voice was a little coquettish.

"Because I've been thinking about you!" I mustered up my courage and said it.

"You're so naughty!" The teacher's answer excited me, because I had already learned the meaning of this sentence in junior high school.

I was no longer timid or hesitant, and I cupped the teacher's beautiful face in my hands, buried my head, and kissed the teacher's lips.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm," the teacher was taken aback by the sudden attack and made sounds. After a while, her hands wrapped around my arms and head, and her lips opened to welcome my eager tongue.

Wow, the teacher's lips were simply wonderful! Soft, moist, and elastic, I had an urge to bite her.

The teacher's eyes were tightly closed, her face was hot, and her breathing became heavier and heavier. I could clearly feel her firm breasts rising and falling, and I couldn't help but hug her tighter.

"Xiaodong, you're hurting me!" the teacher gasped, looking up.

I didn't care about that, because my penis was already hard, and the teacher's abdomen was pressed against it, feeling a bit swollen and painful. Based on past experience, I reached out and stroked the teacher's buttocks with my right hand. The teacher's body trembled, pressing even closer to me.

My hand continued to wander, returning to the teacher's waist, and began to reach inside her skirt. But the skirt's waistband was too tight, and I couldn't get it in at all. So I moved downwards, from the bottom of the skirt up her thighs.

"Wait a minute!" the teacher pushed me away, deftly loosening the skirt's waistband. I quickly reached inside, through her small panties, and explored the lush pubic hair.

"Xiaodong! Xiaodong! I'm your teacher!"

The teacher made a superficial struggle, but her body told me, "I like this!" My hand continued to reach downwards firmly, and at the end of the pubic hair appeared the stream I had been longing for! My fingers were quickly submerged in the stream, wow, what a warm stream!

The teacher's breathing had changed, her small mouth opened, and she made a sound that was neither crying nor sobbing: "Hmm... Ah... Ah..." Her hands gripped my back and arms tightly, and I was already feeling some pain.

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Apart from the babbling of the stream next to us and the occasional chirping of a few crickets, there was almost no other sound in the whole grove. From here, across the playground, we could clearly see the lights shining from the rows of classrooms on the other side. Lin Xiaoyi and I felt the lights shining on us almost at the same time, so we left the shady path and moved deeper into the woods.

I was about to pull my hand back from her private parts to adjust my posture, but she hugged my neck tightly as if she had been hit, spread her legs and clamped my waist, and continued her panting. I had no choice but to use my left hand to hold her waist and move in little by little.

As soon as she steadied herself, she suddenly changed her passive demeanor, reaching out and forcefully pulling my t-shirt out of my pants and rolling it up to expose my chest. Then she rolled up her own snow-white top, revealing her white bra and her swaying breasts. She pouted, gave me a sideways smile, glanced down at her breasts, and guided me to unhook her bra.

I fumbled around, not knowing where to start, and in my impatience, I ripped it off with a "snap," and Xiao Yi cried out in surprise. A pair of firm breasts trembled before me, smooth and snow-white, the tender nipples rising and falling with Xiao Yi's breath.

I couldn't help but admire them and reached out to touch them. Xiao Yi blushed and quickly hugged me again, her warm, firm breasts pressing against my chest. This intoxicating skin-to-skin contact intoxicated me. I pushed her arms away again and caressed her breasts.

This time, Xiao Yi didn't flinch, but shyly nestled her head on my shoulder and whispered, "Dong, be gentle."

I carefully touched her, and she involuntarily shuddered and began to tremble. I quickly asked, "Teacher, are you alright?"

She didn't answer me, but instead kissed my ear, my face, and my mouth with her soft lips.

After some time, Xiao Yi began to pull away my hand that was caressing her breasts, guiding me back to the pubic hair between her legs. Then, she touched my already bulging crotch, gently squeezing it for a moment. Her hand hesitated slightly before pulling down my zipper. Her slender little hand deftly pulled down my underwear, and my penis sprang out naked.

Xiao Yi looked down with hazy eyes, then bit her lip and glanced at me sideways: "Wow, it's so big! You...do you do that every day?"

I chuckled and deliberately asked, "What do you mean?"

She giggled and squeezed my penis hard with her small hand: "What do you mean?"

I couldn't take it anymore and said, "Teacher, do it for me! I'll do it for you!"

So, we each put one hand in the other's crotch and started masturbating each other.

I loved the teacher's warm, moist vulva. My fingers wandered back and forth between the two ends. The teacher panted and wiggled her hips, as if searching for something. Then, like that girl before, she kept saying, "A little higher, a little higher."

I had no choice but to "go with the flow" and finally touched a protruding clitoris at the top. The teacher's body trembled, she gasped softly, and said repeatedly, "Yes! Yes! Don't move, that's it!"

I dared not move again, but her buttocks moved in a circular motion, rubbing her clitoris against my fingers.

Meanwhile, her hand, which was squeezing my penis, quickened its pace. Unlike when I did it myself, she was constantly squeezing and releasing while stroking back and forth, seemingly very experienced.

It was my first time experiencing a girl's soft little hands masturbating me, and the excitement was indescribable. Coupled with the teacher's panting breaths that kept spraying hot air onto my neck and face, I felt myself about to ejaculate in no time.

I started moaning, and my left hand tightened around the teacher. The teacher's breathing quickened, and she said urgently, "Dong...Dong...Are you...going to ejaculate?"

I hummed in response, and her hand, which was stroking me, accelerated. When I opened my mouth and let out a long moan, she dodged to the side, and a white fountain shot out from my penis, spraying two meters away. After a series of convulsions, I slowly calmed down, panting.

The teacher then turned around and hugged me tightly again, her legs clamping my right hand, her breasts pressed against my chest, writhing vigorously. Her vulva seemed to be dripping with water, and her clitoris was so slippery that it couldn't be held down. The teacher's panting started again. She had just let out an "ah" sound, but immediately lowered it to a groan. I knew she was afraid someone would hear, so I quickly said, "Teacher, there's no one around, don't be afraid."

She gritted her teeth and shook her head vigorously, quickening her movements. After a while, her whole body began to convulse, her moans and sobs mixed together. Her mouth opened and bit my shoulder tightly. I was in excruciating pain, but I didn't dare to cry out.

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After the passion came quiet silence. I helped Teacher Xiao Yi straighten her clothes and re-tied the belt of her skirt.

But she wouldn't let my penis retract. It hung softly outside my pants, and her hand kept squeezing it.

I lifted her chin, wanting to see her beautiful face, but unexpectedly found glistening tears in the corners of her eyes. I panicked: "Teacher, what's wrong? It's all my fault, I've gone astray."

She smiled brightly, shook her head, and whispered, "Dong, I like you, I like you like this, I love you!"

Ah, "I love you!" Ladies and gentlemen, when you are only 16 years old, in the prime of your youth full of romance and dreams, how would you feel to hear a beautiful girl you admire say these words to you so affectionately!

I was overjoyed, hugged the teacher tightly, and said repeatedly, "Teacher, I love you too! I will love you forever!"

The teacher kissed me affectionately and said coquettishly, "But I'm 6 years older than you!"

"I don't care!" I raised my voice as if making a vow.

Ms. Xiao Yi was playing with my penis in her hand, whispering, "Actually, I've liked you ever since the first day you came to this class. Look at your captivating eyes, you really don't look like you're only 16. And look at this ugly thing, so dark and thick, it doesn't match your face at all!" Then she continued, "Hey, is yours this big even when it's soft?"

I was a little embarrassed. As everyone knows, people who masturbate regularly have a penis that is constantly engorged with blood, making it difficult for the blood vessels and sphincter muscles to contract, resulting in a relatively large size even when it's soft, and the glans is unusually large, like a mushroom. That's what happened to me.

But what the teacher said next surprised me: "No wonder so many girls keep looking at this spot.

I really didn't know girls would stare at this part of me." Suddenly it dawned on me: "Teacher, tell me the truth, have you looked at this part of me too?"

The teacher buried her head in my shoulder again, laughing incessantly: "Who told you to be so bulging even when you're wearing clothes!" "

I got excited again and grabbed the teacher's hand, making her stroke my penis. At that moment, the lights in the classrooms in the distance started to go out one by one; evening self-study was about to end. The teacher turned around and quickly said, 'That's it for today.'

I grabbed her and disagreed, and she raised her hand and slapped my penis: 'You little rascal! Take it back!'

Then she smoothed her shiny black hair and said, 'It's too late, go back quickly, do you want everyone to see?'

I had no choice but to reluctantly straighten my clothes, put my arm around her, and walk back. After crossing the small bridge over the river, she broke free from me: 'Dong, you go first, I'll go later.'

I knew she was afraid of being seen, so I said, 'You should go back first, it's dark here, you'll be scared.'" She

gave me a grateful look, kissed me on the lips, and turned to leave.

That night I couldn't sleep, tossing and turning, my mind filled with the image of my teacher. I was truly in love.

The next day in English class, my teacher looked tired, but her eyes were still bright, even more so than before. Our eyes met occasionally, but we quickly looked away. Sometimes I wanted to shout to my classmates: "This beautiful teacher is my lover!" The thought made my face flush red.

We began to date more and more frequently, sometimes under public pretexts, like her asking me about classmates' studies, or me asking her to hand in homework; sometimes it was in secret, during class when the other students weren't looking, she or I... We slipped each other a note with the time and place specified. This "underground" method thrilled us both. This unusual first love experience had a profound and lasting impact on my later sexual psychology and behavior.

A month later, we were no longer satisfied with just touching, stroking, and hugging. She clearly had sexual experience, but firmly denied ever being in a relationship, insisting she didn't want to talk about the past.

Even today, more than a decade later, I still don't know her secret. I suspect she was hurt—a hurt she didn't want to experience.

It was a crisp autumn day. During class, the teacher walked to the back of the classroom and slipped me a note that read: "7 PM, my dorm. Be careful! Love, Yi." "

I know that the school is showing a movie in the auditorium tonight, and almost everyone will go to see it. It's a good opportunity for us to have a party. I quickly finished dinner in the cafeteria and waited anxiously for 7 o'clock.

The movie also started at 7 o'clock, and before that, everyone went to grab seats one after another. I avoided the main road to the auditorium, crossed the lawn, and took a detour to the teacher's dormitory building. She lived in the innermost unit on the third floor. The corridor was quiet, but my heart was pounding. I used to come here to hand in my classmates' homework or something. This time, if someone saw me, I wouldn't have a good reason to confess.

I went to the door to knock, but I found that there was a crack in the door and it was open! I excitedly pushed the door open and slipped in. The teacher was standing in front of me with her eyes half-closed!

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I rushed to Teacher Xiao Yi, picked her up around the waist, and swung her around in the room. The teacher said in a coquettish voice, "Ouch! You hurt me! Put me down!" I

covered her mouth with mine to stop her from speaking.

Wow, the teacher seemed to have just put on makeup today; her fragrance was intoxicating. Her lips were painted with a colorless lipstick, looking moist and glossy. She wore a black and white floral dress, looking charming and beautiful. She leaned close to my neck and sniffed, then said in a commanding tone, "Go, go take a shower!"

I chuckled and ran into her bathroom, standing in the bathtub to take a shower.

Ten minutes later, the teacher handed me a slightly oversized nightgown from outside the door and told me to put it on. The silk nightgown clung to my body, smooth and comfortable, like touching the teacher's flesh. As soon as I came out, I immediately embraced the teacher on the sofa, kissing and hugging.

My skills in caressing and teasing Teacher Xiao Yi have become increasingly refined. I placed her on my lap, her firm buttocks pressing against my penis, and then kissed her half-open, moist lips, my tongue plunging straight in, parting her two rows of snow-white teeth, swirling inside her mouth.

She began to react, constantly swallowing, her firm breasts rising and falling. I only then realized she wasn't wearing a bra! The two nipples on her porcelain-bowl-shaped breasts pushed high against her clothes, and I couldn't resist lowering my head and biting one of them with my lips.

"Oh! You're being too rough again!" Teacher Xiao Yi said sweetly, opening her tightly closed eyes.

I first checked the window, where the curtains were already drawn, and then without a word, I reached around to her back, skillfully unzipped her dress, and pulled it down from top to bottom.

"Oh! No! Turn off the light quickly!" Teacher Xiao Yi shouted anxiously.

I grinned mischievously at her: "My beauty, there's only one lamp, why turn it off! Besides, we always get intimate at night, so I'm going to get a good look at you tonight!"

She didn't say anything more, and as her skirt slipped down, she covered her eyes in embarrassment. I slowly scanned her entire body, starting from her slender neck. Two bright red nipples were embedded in her snow-white breasts, swaying right under my nose. I gently touched them, and the teacher groaned and turned her head away. My gaze swept over her smooth abdomen, and I saw the pubic hair I had touched a dozen times in the dark. It was thick, black, shiny, and curly.

The teacher noticed me staring and quickly raised her upper body to cover herself with her hands. I pulled her hands away and firmly placed my hand between her legs.

"Ah...ah..." The teacher raised her head and began to moan. I parted her pubic hair with my fingers, found her two thick labia majora, and slowly sank in until I touched her clitoris. The teacher convulsed, and her moans became heavier.

My penis was already hard and erect, and when I parted the front of her nightgown, it pressed against the teacher's buttocks. The teacher sat up abruptly, reached out and grasped it, saying hastily, "Wait!"

She turned around and began to stroke my penis, her white buttocks now laid bare before me.

I parted her buttocks from behind and saw her vulva, half-hidden by pubic hair. This was the first time I had seen a girl's private parts up close, apart from pictures in textbooks, and it excited me greatly.

I ran my fingers along the inside of her pink vulva, and at the other end of the clitoris, I saw a small, wrinkled opening. Before I could even touch it, I noticed a little fluid seeping out.

"Teacher's wet!" I said, turning to the teacher.

The teacher stopped stroking my penis, turned back to stare at me, her face flushed, her eyes shining: "Teacher wants to give it to you!" she said as if she had made up her mind.

"Come here!" The teacher got up, took my hand, and led me into her bedroom, lying back on her bed. She spread her legs and pulled me between them to stand. My erect penis pointed directly at her head. She stared at it for a moment, then looked up at me and said, "Dong...do you want a teacher?"

I nodded excitedly.

"Then, come on!" She lay back, pulling me onto her.

I was so nervous, I had no idea what to do next.

She gripped my penis and pulled it towards her vulva, first rubbing her wet labia up and down, then aiming at the small opening: "Push forward!" she prompted me.

I tried, but it didn't work. I tried again, and the thick glans squeezed in. The teacher let out a long groan: "Yours is too thick, push harder!"

I obeyed and thrust my hips forward, and with a "plop," my penis was more than halfway in.

"Ah! You're really good! Come on!"

The teacher grabbed my buttocks and pulled me hard against herself. When my penis was fully inside, she told me to pull it out.

"Thrust back and forth, understand?"

I nodded and began to thrust back and forth. The feeling of my penis inside the teacher's small opening was wonderful! Tight, hot, wet, and tingling. Because of my long-term masturbation, I don't ejaculate prematurely like most virgins. After thrusting for a while, I heard a wet, squelching sound coming from the teacher's vagina. I quickly looked down, but the teacher grabbed my hair to stop me from looking. Instead, she pulled me close to her back, pressing me against her swollen, slightly red breasts. The teacher closed her eyes tightly, her trembling lips kissing me endlessly. Then she whispered in my ear, "I love you so much!"

I replied breathlessly, "Teacher, me too!"

"Don't call me teacher, call me my darling!"

I started calling out, "Darling, I love you!"

The teacher's hands stroked my back from top to bottom. After a while, she whispered in my ear, "Is it comfortable?"

I nodded.

She asked again, "Tell me, what are we doing now?"

I hesitated, then shook my head to indicate I didn't know.

"Do you know what that thing of yours is called?" The teacher's voice became somewhat lewd.

I shook my head again.

"It's called a dick!"

Oh, I remembered that time in junior high when I was with a girl, that's what she called it!

"And what's that thing of yours called?" I asked back.

The teacher chuckled lewdly, "Call me a slut, what we're doing now is called 'Big Cock Fucks Little Slut'!"

Good heavens! This was the first time I'd ever heard such lewd words, and I couldn't believe they came from the mouth of such a beautiful girl as Teacher Xiao Yi. Excitedly, I thrust wildly into the teacher's vagina—no, her slutty cunt—constantly asking, "How do you know this, Teacher?"

The teacher answered irrelevantly, "With you, I dare say anything. Come on! Fuck me hard with your big cock! Ah…ah…ouch…"

Her lewdness made me lose control. I felt my penis head getting increasingly sore and numb, and I couldn't help but speed up the pace, moaning.

"...Ah…um…um…hum…hum…ah…dong…dong…are you…are you going to cum?"

I hummed in response, beginning my final thrust, but the teacher suddenly pushed me away, grabbed my wet penis with her hand, and continued to stroke it with her glove. Almost simultaneously, I began to rapidly ejaculate, splashing onto the bed with a "plop, plop" sound. I kept groaning "Ah!" several times before I stopped.

The teacher continued to moan, "I'm in my fertile period today, I can't ejaculate inside!"

(8)

After a flurry of wiping, I felt refreshed and a little tired. The teacher was no longer as shy as before, and had a smile on her face as if she had accomplished something important. She was trying to hold back her laughter, which made her look even more charming and cute.

We hugged each other naked on the bed. Her face touched a wet spot on the bed, where I had just ejaculated a large pool of semen. Although it had been wiped away with a towel, the strong smell made the teacher frown. She leaned over and smelled it again, then looked back at me sideways: "You're so annoying! What should we do?" "Just put it in the washing machine." I disagreed. "Bullshit!" The teacher's eyes widened. "Can you wash that stuff off a man's body? Even after washing, there are still yellow spots." "I was surprised by the teacher's rich experience. Thinking about it, it's no wonder. It would be strange if such a beautiful girl didn't have a boyfriend. But why is she silent about this? I asked myself that question. Then I thought,

'Sigh, I'm lucky to have her now. Why worry about so much?' 'What are you thinking?' The teacher snuggled tightly into my arms, gently stroking my thigh like a little bird."

I was thinking I absolutely had to marry you. The teacher kissed my chest and said, "Don't sing so sweetly now. Who knows if you'll even like me in the future? So many girls like you. When I'm old, you won't say that anymore!" I quickly replied, "No way! I'll always love you!" The teacher's eyes lit up for a moment, but then quickly returned to their hazy state.

Her hand had already slid to my penis, which, although soft, hadn't visibly shrunk. "Dong, yours is really great! Hehe, it's just a little ugly, the complete opposite of your face." "Then what kind is considered pretty?" I asked eagerly. "Haha, are you in a hurry? I'm just kidding. The teacher likes it the most. Girls all like ugly penises!" "The increasingly lewd voice paired with her beautiful face was a truly intoxicating combination! My cock got hard again!

I couldn't wait to flip over and pounce on her, spreading her legs and thrusting my big cock into her flesh.

The teacher closed her eyes, letting me do as I pleased. But just as I'd inserted halfway, the teacher suddenly opened her eyes, glanced at the watch still on her wrist, and hurriedly pushed me away: 'Dong...Dong, hurry! The movie's almost over, you should go!

' I really didn't want to stop right away, because the teacher's little fleshy hole was tightly enveloping my thick, hard cock. However, I was still timid, and the thought of the teacher and my classmates going back to the dormitory soon made me nervous.

Taking advantage of my hesitation, the teacher pushed me up, ran to the living room, grabbed my clothes, and hurriedly helped me get dressed. Before zipping up, the teacher reached out and squeezed my cock, muttering to herself: 'Little brother, I'm sorry to have troubled you today, come again another day!'" "I don't know if she was talking to me or to my 'little brother,' but I excitedly hugged her, and she softly leaned into my arms, letting me caress her body.

I reluctantly left the teacher's dormitory, my mind in a daze, my legs feeling light as I walked. My mind kept replaying the image of my teacher's delicate, snow-white, curvaceous naked body; her sweet face swayed before my eyes, her melodious and wanton breaths and moans echoed in my ears… We began to fall into a mad, passionate love affair. When no one else was around, I only called her Yi, and she only called me Dong.

During sex, I called her Sister, and she…" She calls me "brother." She'd come to our classroom every now and then, just to catch a glimpse of me, and I wished she'd come every day. Everyone said Ms. Lin cared about her students the most; of course, both boys and girls wanted to see her often—she was so beautiful.

During class, I became a magnet, attracting Ms. Xiao Yi's gaze to me frequently, while I stared at her almost without blinking—at her pretty face, her full breasts, her round buttocks, and the places where my penis had been. Ms. Xiao Yi's face was always radiant, her eyes sparkling, her bright red lips even more moist, and her gait changed... Her slender waist and protruding buttocks swayed even more violently, like she was walking on a sofa bed. I knew all these changes were because I had slept with her. In my subsequent history of playing with women, observing their facial features and walking postures became one of my great hobbies and a successful method.

One day, halfway through an English class, the students were doing their exercises with their heads down. I couldn't resist any longer, so I gestured for the teacher to come over. The teacher swayed her slender waist as she walked to my side. I gestured for her to look at my lower body. She looked down, her eyes widened suddenly, and she let out a soft "Ah!" before quickly covering herself with her hands. It turned out that I had already unzipped my pants, revealing my erect, dark... Her large penis was erect, and due to extreme excitement, the glans twitched and gleamed menacingly, with clear, sticky fluid oozing from its small opening.

She looked around in panic, then glared at me fiercely, gesturing for me to put it back. I ignored her and instead pulled her hand to touch it. She couldn't resist me, her small hand trembling as she gripped my large glans. I gritted my teeth to suppress a groan and reached my right hand into the teacher's short leather skirt. She shuddered, released her grip on my penis, and turned to walk away hastily. I saw her return to the podium, catch her breath for a moment, and then say, "Students, after you finish your exercises, hand them in to the class representative and take them to my room after class." Then she grabbed her handouts, hurriedly bowed her head, and left.

That evening, as the students gradually returned to the classroom, I quietly slipped into the teacher's dormitory. The door wasn't locked. As soon as I entered, the teacher, wearing a semi-transparent milky-white nightgown, rushed out of the bedroom, threw herself into my arms, and pounded my chest with her small fists, whispering, "Are you trying to kill me?!" "You dared to do that in the classroom, making her... she... she... she's all wet!" My hand moved down from her back to her buttocks, kneading them a few times before spreading her buttocks apart and reaching into her butt crack. She quickly thrust forward, her flat, soft belly pressing tightly against my erect penis.

She let out a long sigh and hugged me, panting, "Big-dicked little brother, I can't take it anymore!

" I continued to stroke her while replying, "Little slutty sister, I've wanted to fuck you for a long time!" I bent down and ripped her nightgown off her head, revealing a fair-skinned, wanton beauty. I quickly stripped off my clothes, picked her up, and carried her into the bedroom, throwing her onto the bed.

Xiao Yi lay on her back, half her pretty face obscured by strands of black hair. Her head was tilted to one side, her eyes narrowed to slits as she stared at my erect penis. Her mouth was slightly open, a few drops of saliva escaping from the corner of her lips. Her two swollen breasts had already hardened, their nipples rising and falling with her rapid breathing, like budding flowers.

Her lower abdomen, though flat, twitched irregularly with excitement. Further down, a thick patch of dark pubic hair extended into the triangle between her legs, her labia majora opening and closing gently, revealing glimpses of pink flesh inside, glistening under the light from the moisture. I let out a sharp roar, unable to hold back any longer.

(9)

I pounced on the teacher like an eagle swooping down on a chick, kissing her mouth, neck, and breasts incessantly. I spread her thighs with my legs, my buttocks rising and falling with each thrust, my hard penis swinging wildly, sometimes pressing against her lower abdomen, sometimes slapping her genitals with a "slap, slap" sound.

The teacher's face was flushed, as if she had a fever, and she groaned softly, her eyes slightly open, calling out, "Little brother! Little brother! Sister can't take it anymore!...Quick...Quick...Come on!" Seeing that I didn't stop, she hurriedly grabbed my penis and forcefully shoved it into her vagina. My glans could clearly feel her clitoris.

I heard the teacher's voice suddenly rise, sounding breathless. She rapidly moved my glans against her clitoris, making a wet, smacking sound. I thrust my penis forward, the glans sliding down the fleshy peaks, and with a "plop," it slid in with a "plop."

"Oh my god!" The teacher gasped, struggling to sit up on her elbows, propping herself up on the bed, looking down at my large penis penetrating her vagina. My eyes were fixed on her pretty face, half-hidden by her disheveled hair. Seeing her fascination, I quickened my thrusting. A series of wet, smacking sounds filled the air, my lower body slapping against her buttocks and thighs. Her breathing immediately became heavy, interspersed with intermittent moans: "Ah... um... um... hmph... hmph... ah..."

Watching her two plump, white breasts jiggle up and down, I couldn't resist reaching out to touch them. The moment I touched her erect nipples, her moans became longer, like those of a seriously ill patient. I quickly said, "Teacher... good sister... you... you keep your voice down, Teacher Wang's house is next door!" "Sister... sister... no... I can't... I can't take it... ah... um... um... little brother... you... you're really something!" "...Ah...ah..." The teacher's voice was louder than soft, as if she didn't care if others could hear. I was a little anxious and quickly used my mouth to cover her open mouth. "Mmm...uh...um...uh..." The teacher's voice became muffled, but her head shook even more violently. I forcefully thrust my tongue into her mouth, and immediately her slippery tongue curled up and was deeply sucked in. Soon, our saliva mingled together and kept overflowing from the corners of our mouths, smearing our faces. Neither of us bothered to wipe it away, we just smiled at each other and focused on kissing.

After a while, I pulled the teacher's arms away from behind me, pressed them tightly onto the bed, then stuck out my tongue, pulled it out of her mouth, and thrust it in again, pumping it up and down. My chest pressed tightly against the teacher's snow-white, firm breasts, squeezing them from side to side and back to back.

At the same time, I lifted and pressed my buttocks up and down, speeding up the thrusting of my penis into the teacher's vagina. The teacher writhed for a while, half moaning and half panting, then forcefully broke free of my hands, then touched my sweaty face, propped my head up, and moaned breathlessly: "...Ah...Hi...Hi...Hi...Ah...Ah...My God!...Dong...Dong...You're getting...getting...Ah...You're...getting...playing...playing!...Ouch!...Ah...Ah-..." I propped myself up, using my hand to brush away the few strands of hair hanging on the teacher's forehead that were stuck together with sweat, but my lower body continued to fuck her without stopping for a moment. Since the first time we slept together, the time we spent making love has been getting longer and longer, from tens of minutes to one or two hours now. I stared at the teacher's infatuated and seductive expression, asking as I continued, "Teacher... Sister, is it comfortable for little brother to do this?" The teacher nodded repeatedly, "Comfortable... Ah... So comfortable... Little brother is getting better and better!... Ah... Mmm... Ah..." I changed my method of thrusting all the way in and then pulling out, instead using my uniquely thick glans to pump in and out of her vaginal opening in short bursts. I could clearly feel the contraction of my glans being pulled back and forth by the narrow vaginal opening, a tight, tingling sensation spreading from my glans throughout my body, and I couldn't help but moan. The teacher's head swayed up and down with the back and forth of her body. She watched me fuck her, occasionally touching my chest and stroking my buttocks, then staring at our joined parts, panting with her mouth open.

"Dong...Dong...my good little brother...big-cocked little brother...bad little brother who knows how to fuck...you're the most...most...most handsome when you fuck your sister! Look...look at your naughty look...you've emptied...emptied all the water from my sister's body...ah...ah...!" The "tsk tsk" sounds from the rubbing of my glans against her vaginal opening grew louder, making me a little embarrassed. The teacher was also so ashamed that she kept biting her lower lip, unsure what to do. However, like me, she was clearly stimulated by the sound, as she began to actively lift her hips, letting her vaginal opening meet my big cock. I involuntarily looked down at the teacher's vulva, but our position meant I could only see my penis going in and out of a patch of wet, black pubic hair, so I had to look up again.

The teacher spoke: "Dong... um... um... hmph... good little brother... you... ah... you... don't want... want... to see... see how... how your big cock... fucks... fucks your sister? Come on... sister... sister will show you... show you enough...!" The teacher spread her thighs as wide as possible and lay down completely.

I quickly lifted the teacher's legs and pushed them towards her upper body, so that the teacher's dark pubic hair at the base of her thighs, her bright red vulva, and my dark cock going in and out of her vaginal opening were clearly visible.

I don't know if it was because this position made my cock penetrate deeper, or because she felt stimulated by being watched and played with, but anyway, the teacher's moans suddenly became louder. She tried to lift her upper body and touch my chest with her hands, but she was blocked by her legs and couldn't reach me at all, so she had to lie down again, twisting her whole body, grabbing around with both hands, and the sheets were torn into a crumpled ball.

After a series of vigorous thrusts, I felt myself about to ejaculate and quickly asked the teacher, "Sister, is it safe today?" "Safe! Safe!" the teacher replied, but immediately shouted, "No! No!" Then she sat up halfway, reached down to my lower body, and pinched the base of my penis with several fingers, squeezing hard. I first felt a throbbing pain, then a dull ache, and after a cry of "Ouch!", my urge to ejaculate subsided.

"I have to wait...wait a little while!" the teacher said coquettishly, before lying back down. I had no choice but to regroup and continue. Because some of my semen might have leaked out earlier and remained in her vagina, mixed with the teacher's vaginal fluid, white foam overflowed from the entrance of her vagina with each thrust of my penis, and the smacking sound of the water turned into a "splashing, splashing" sound like churning mud.

I started by slowly pulling my penis out to the entrance of her vagina, following the way she preferred, then thrusting it in forcefully, my hips moving in circles, rubbing the base of my penis against her genitals, constantly stimulating her clitoris with her pubic hair, while the head of my penis moved around at the bottom of her vagina. The movements didn't need to be fast, but they were quite tiring. Actually, being a sexually active teenager, I couldn't resist the urge to thrust wildly, but after a few times, I realized she didn't like that method. She always told me, "I don't have your stamina, don't be so rough, I can't handle it." Now, I adjusted my position, kneeling upright, holding her legs with my arms, gently pulling them upwards, lifting her smooth, white buttocks slightly off the bed. Then I thrust forward, pressing my erect penis against her closed vulva, wriggling and searching before forcefully pushing it back into her vagina.

The teacher tilted her head to one side, glancing at me as I worked. After my large penis entered, she began to moan again: "Ah...good...your big penis is...in again...so good...so good...little brother...fuck me hard...come on...harder!..." Seeing me thrusting vigorously, she smiled and said, "Look at you...ah...ah...so...so hardworking..." She tightly clamped her upper and lower lips around her protruding tongue, thrusting her hips to meet my movements.

After a while, the teacher stopped talking, leaving only moans and panting. After a while, the sounds became more and more rapid, and finally the teacher said, "I can't take it anymore!" She asked me to put her legs down, then lifted her upper body to hug my neck, her thighs clamping around my waist as she vigorously shook her hips. I felt the teacher's wet, hot vagina convulsing as it gripped my penis. I couldn't help but push the teacher away, letting her lie back on the bed, then lifted her thighs and began to thrust vigorously.

I tried to pull the head of my penis to the entrance of her vagina, then thrust it all the way in, and the speed increased. The teacher's comfortable moans turned into cries of pain, and all she could hear was "Fuck me to death!"

Finally, she arched her back and cried out, "I'm coming... I'm coming... Brother... Brother, come too!" Then her whole body trembled and convulsed. My glans felt a burning sensation and the rapid contraction of the teacher's vaginal walls. I pulled up the teacher's waist that she was about to lower and said, "Wait! I'm coming right away!" Then I thrust desperately, and the tingling and numb sensation of my glans quickly spread throughout my body. When I felt a surge of heat into my penis, I closed my eyes and pressed my penis firmly against the teacher's vulva. The semen that had been accumulating for so long shot into the teacher's vagina, and my whole body convulsed. Due to the spray of semen, the teacher also moaned along with me.

(10)

Days passed. Teacher Xiao Yi and I went from falling in love at first sight to having sex and then to being deeply in love. We met almost every day.

Xiao Yi was a talented woman. Not only was she beautiful, but she could also sing and dance. She was always present at any school event. I was the same way; I'd been immersed in art since childhood and was always a key member of the arts community. Under our combined leadership, our class consistently won major awards in a school with thousands of students. On the other hand, these events also provided many opportunities for us to interact.

The school had a multi-purpose activity center: the first and second floors housed a gymnasium and fitness center, the third floor had dance and music practice rooms, and the fourth floor hosted exhibitions of calligraphy, painting, and other activities. On weekends, students with different interests could go to different venues for activities, and various competitions and exhibitions were frequently held.

Xiao Yi and I often met there. She played the piano beautifully, and I played the violin quite well, so we often practiced famous pieces from home and abroad together, attracting a large audience. I knew that people weren't only interested in our music; many boys came to see Teacher Xiao Yi, while the girls often tried to get my attention. But once the music started, our attention was completely focused on the sheet music.

We seek each other's love and desire in music, and although we are in front of others, this bold expression is hidden in the music, and only the two of us can understand it.

We would often gaze deeply into each other's eyes, exchanging playful smiles, letting the young men and women around us, just beginning to experience romance, sense the warm and tender atmosphere of our relationship. Sometimes, when things got intense, my lower body would start to stir, and my violin would go off-key. At these moments, my teacher would always give me a flirtatious look that was hard for outsiders to notice, while her lips were pressed tightly together in a forced smile.

Actually, she would sometimes lose control. When I heard her playing the piano in a different key, I would immediately notice her beautiful legs pressed tightly together, rubbing against each other, and her hands on the piano would become unresponsive. At this point, I would use the change in the violin's key to remind her that I had noticed, and she would wake up as if from a dream and quickly adjust her posture and the rhythm of the music. The blush would instantly spread from her charming face to her long, slender neck, and her red lips would be bitten by her delicate white teeth.

When we met secretly at night, she would always laugh heartily, teasing me for getting an erection in that kind of situation. When I retorted, she would playfully pounce on me and hit me, saying that I had teased her and made her lose control. I asked her when I had teased her, and she retorted that I had teased her anyway, leaving me no choice. What

followed was, of course, another passionate lovemaking session.

Sometimes we would also sit quietly and read. Ms. Xiao Yi's refined temperament was inseparable from her love of reading. She loved collecting books, and two large bookshelves were filled with classics from ancient and modern times, both Chinese and foreign. I'm also a bookworm; I'm obsessed with books.

One day, while rummaging through her bookshelves in her study, I found a stack of things tightly wrapped in kraft paper in the bottom shelf. When I opened it, it turned out to be the "pornographic book" "Jin Ping Mei" that the students had been whispering about!

Excitedly, I quickly opened it to read.

The teacher, who was tidying up in the living room, heard the commotion in the study. She came in, exclaimed "Oh dear!

" and rushed over, snatching the book away: "Who told you to mess with the bookshelf! You're not an adult yet, you can't read this kind of book!" I retorted, annoyed: "You said 'Dream of the Red Chamber' and 'The Story of the Western Wing' were also unsuitable for minors, but you even explained them to me later! I'm already 17, not far from adulthood!" "This book is different from the others!" the teacher argued, blushing.

I understood, and slowly walked up to the teacher, grinning mischievously, and deliberately asked: "What's different?" The teacher rolled her eyes at me, spat at me, and said: "You rascal, you know perfectly well what you're asking!" I persisted:

"I haven't seen it, how would I know? You've seen it, tell me! Please, dear sister!" The teacher's head was buried in my chest, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible: "Just look for yourself! I can't be bothered with you anymore!" I sat on the sofa, pulled the teacher onto my lap, and whispered to her, "Dear sister, it's all in traditional Chinese characters, can you explain it to me?" The teacher pulled her arm away from mine, sat next to me, and buried her head in my chest again, saying, "No! No! You're going to be naughty again!" Then she started hitting my crotch, hitting my penis hard, saying, "I'll teach you to be naughty! I'll teach you to be naughty!" It's strange, Xiao Yi is 6 years older than me, and she's my teacher, but I gradually found it hard to see her as my teacher. Sometimes when something happens, she's like an older sister, but once in bed, she's like a little girl, unrestrained when passion strikes, but always unable to hide her shyness. At times like these, I always felt an involuntary surge of masculine emotion, an urge to protect her, caress her, and play with her.

When I reached out to touch her full breasts beneath her silk blouse, she struggled slightly, then nestled softly in my arms like a kitten, letting me fondle her as I pleased, her breathing becoming heavy. After a while, Xiao Yi looked at me sideways with hazy eyes and said, "Dong, let's not do it today, shall we? I'm a little tired. You should read first! After you're done... okay?" I understood what she meant, so I lowered my head and kissed her lips, then let out a long breath and agreed. However, Xiao Yi wouldn't let me take the book out to read, so I could only read it in her study when I had a spare moment.

Actually, I still don't fully understand the plot of "Jin Ping Mei," firstly because the story is too long, and it's a traditional Chinese character reprint, so I always only read the specific sexual descriptions; secondly, with such a beautiful woman like Xiao Yi beside me, I really didn't have much willpower to immerse myself in the book.

Xiao Yi, on the other hand, always seemed very interested whenever she accompanied me, explaining things to me earnestly, as if afraid I wouldn't understand. I would take the opportunity to tease her, pretending not to understand and asking extra detailed questions. When she realized I was teasing her on purpose, she would blush and snuggle into my arms, acting all cute.

Our dates were becoming too frequent, and Xiao Yi started to worry about being discovered, since we were both too conspicuous. So, she started inviting other classmates to her place, ostensibly for tutoring, discussions, heart-to-heart talks, or teacher-student gatherings. Although this reduced the frequency of our intimate encounters, it made things safer. I always went along with her arrangements.

The boys in our class were all eager to be invited by the teacher to enjoy some time with her. Every day after lights out in the dormitory, talking about the beautiful English teacher became their regular topic. To avoid arousing suspicion, I would occasionally chime in. However, sometimes they went too far, even discussing Xiao Yi's body, and I couldn't help but interrupt them, reminding them to respect the teacher. I was the student council president and class representative, so everyone listened to me.

But twice, some classmates linked me to Xiao Yi, saying I had the best relationship with the teachers, and if it weren't for our teacher-student relationship, I could easily marry Xiao Yi. Someone chimed in, saying what does a teacher-student relationship matter, as long as they truly love each other. I tried to defend myself, but was "besieged" by most of them. Some even said that the teacher always looked at me with soft, gentle eyes. Deep down, I felt a sweet warmth.

I knew it wasn't just our class; boys in other classes probably fantasized about having an intimate relationship with Xiao Yi, and it wouldn't be surprising if some even masturbated secretly. And I, on the other hand, had already possessed the teacher's beautiful body, playing with it to my heart's content.

I did have an impulse to marry the teacher then.

Summer arrived, and our dates, which usually took place in Xiao Yi's room, sometimes moved outside. Our school's biggest feature was that it had no walls; although located in the city, it was far from the hustle and bustle, surrounded by mountains and water—a great place to study. Everyone still had evening self-study sessions. Because I held several positions, it was common for me to be absent from the classroom.

The woods next to the school's open-air stadium were a favorite spot for teachers and students to stroll during extracurricular activities, but at night, the chirping of insects and the sound of the stream beside the woods made it exceptionally tranquil. My first date with Xiao Yi was here. During the day, when we walked here, I would always intentionally or unintentionally wander to the grassy area beside the tree-lined path to look for the places we had been, reliving that exciting moment.

One evening, we agreed to meet here. I stayed in the classroom for less than an hour before quietly slipping out.

Xiao Yi followed me into the depths of the woods, looking around anxiously for me. She was wearing a black dress that day; I think it was because she didn't want to be seen at night.

I sneaked up behind her and whispered in her ear, "Who are you looking for?" "Oh my god!" the teacher exclaimed, turning around to make sure it was me before swinging her little fist at me, "You bad boy! You scared me to death!" I grabbed her hand and pulled her into my arms, chuckling, "I'm going to scare this little slut who's cheating on me." Xiao Yi pinched my arm hard, rolling her eyes, "If I'm a slut, then you're a pervert!" I placed my hand on Xiao Yi's rapidly heaving breasts and said, "Okay, okay, I'm a pervert, alright? Come on, let me feel if your heart is about to jump out!" Xiao Yi tried to pull my hand away, but couldn't, so she let me caress her. I suddenly realized she wasn't wearing a bra under her skirt! No wonder she seemed a little off earlier, with something trembling around her body. I suddenly felt excited and pressed my lips against Xiao Yi's soft, moist lips, kissing her. Xiao Yi slightly parted her lips, letting my tongue slip inside and swirl around them, while her two soft, boneless arms wrapped around my neck.

My tongue first swirled around in her mouth, sometimes intertwining with her wet, slippery tongue. After a while, my tongue felt a little numb, and just as I pulled it out, her tongue darted out and slipped into my mouth, mimicking my movements. I let her play for a while, then clamped her tongue between my lips and sucked it forcefully.

Soon, her tongue was completely inside my mouth. As I continued to suck harder, Xiao Yi felt pain and groaned loudly. Seeing that I didn't stop, she grabbed and pinched my back. I opened my mouth and let her tongue out, and she breathed heavily, her warm breath hitting my chest, which felt very comfortable. Xiao Yi pressed her already hardened breasts against my chest, rubbing them intentionally or unintentionally, gazing at me affectionately without saying a word.

My erect penis could feel her soft abdomen rhythmically pressing against me. I stared at Xiao Yi's pretty face, which was beginning to glaze over, and whispered, "Good sister, I want to fuck you!"

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