One year and six years

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I, Yu Tong, am a junior high school English teacher and tutor for 3B girls at a private girls' school. I'm 30 years old (170cm tall, 36C cup). I've had a few relationships, but nothing ever came of it. Even so, I still long for love to come my way. Every morning, as soon as I arrive at school, I focus on teaching English to students preparing for the big exams. Meisha has been an excellent student and class representative since first grade, always helping me with class matters.
At 5:30 PM, after the last class, Meisha slipped a note into my workbook, saying she wanted to discuss something with me after class. I figured she might have some academic questions she wanted to ask me. With only Meisha left in the classroom, organizing her classmates' homework, I smiled at her and said, "Meisha, is there anything you want to talk to me about...?" She lowered her head shyly and remained silent. Not wanting to embarrass her, I turned to wipe the blackboard, thinking I'd wait. (Misa - 18 years old, 168 cm tall, 34C cup, already showing signs of beauty) Less than 30 seconds later, Misa suddenly hugged my waist from behind, pressing herself tightly against me. Just as I was about to turn around, Misa whispered, "Teacher, I like you so much," and then shyly grabbed her schoolbag and ran away, leaving behind a pink love letter. I thought to myself: Girls always have some fantasies. I'll take Misa's love letter home to read later.
Since both my parents have passed away, I live alone. After taking a shower, I thought I'd see what Misa had written. Sure enough, as I expected, it was a poem describing her feelings for me over the past three years... Below it was a ps: Teacher, I'm waiting for your reply, along with her mobile phone number and home phone number. I thought to myself, this little girl, I'll have to give her a good scolding tomorrow, but I also felt a little sweet inside.
The next day, Misa didn't come to school. I wondered if she was too shy to confess her feelings, so I called Misa's house. Her mother answered and told me, "Misa is home. I'm sorry, teacher, she said she wasn't feeling well today." I felt much relieved, worried that something might have really happened to her. I said, "Misa's mom, can we meet at a coffee shop? I'd like to talk to you about Misa."
At 7 p.m., I sat in the coffee shop waiting for Misa's mom. She was wearing a light blue dress and was indeed a beauty, just like Misa. I took out the love letter Misa had given me. After reading it, Misa's mother apologized to me, saying, "I'm sorry, teacher, I've caused you worry." I said, "It's alright. It's just a young girl's first time being naive; we'll be more mindful. She's about to take her college entrance exams, so she should focus on her studies this month." I promised to go with Misa's mother to visit her and talk to her.
Getting into Misa's mother's (Haruko-nee, 38 years old, 177cm tall, 36D cup, widow) car, I talked with Haruko-nee and learned that Misa's father had passed away when she was in sixth grade, and Haruko-nee had raised her, supporting them by renting out three houses left by her husband. After junior high, Misa slept with Haruko-nee; the mother and daughter had a deep bond and relied on each other. When we got home, Misa sat shyly in the living room. Haruko-nee and I kept trying to reason with her, hoping the young girl would understand. Misa is indeed a very sensible girl. She said, "Teacher, wait until I finish my university entrance exams before you date me." Haruko's face immediately darkened, so I said, "Okay, I'll date you, but you have to get into the university your mother and I both want!" Misa excitedly agreed.
After the exams, Misa got into her first-choice university, which meant I had to keep my promise. Haruko and I went out for coffee first, and Misa wanted to cook for us. During this time, we talked about everything, even the intimate topic of women's sex. I said, "I haven't had sex in a year," and Haruko replied, "Even longer, six years!" We both looked at each other awkwardly. As
soon as I entered, Misa excitedly ran over and hugged me, saying, "Teacher, I missed you so much!" "Come on, let's have dinner!" Misa held my hand tightly all evening, making me a little flustered. Haruko responded with an embarrassed look. After dinner, Misa said, "Next time we go on a date, Yu-tong, you need to dress up nicely. You're my girlfriend." I thought to myself, "What a precocious little thing!" On the way home, Haruko drove me home, and out of politeness, I invited her upstairs. I was making tea when Haruko suddenly hugged me from behind, her hands touching my breasts. I felt a tingling, warm sensation. I quickly turned around and tried to push her away, but Haruko immediately pressed her lips to my forehead and kissed me. I didn't resist, and we held each other as if time had frozen in that moment. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was Misa calling to ask if I had arrived home, breaking the awkward silence.
That night, I dreamt of Haruko, and we were kissing and caressing each other. When I woke up, I found my genitals were a little wet. Touching them with my fingertips, I realized that my juices had flowed out. I couldn't fall back asleep. Had I really fallen in love? I started fantasizing about Haruko's face and tall figure, my hands constantly rubbing my breasts, my sensitive nipples already erect. My right index and middle fingers kept stroking my hot tongue, my tongue constantly sucking and teasing my fingertips, unconsciously making "sizzling" sounds. My rational mind kept trying to remind my body, but I couldn't control my flesh. My right hand kept sliding down from my abdomen, to my sparse pubic hair, and my legs spread wider. My right middle finger began to poke into my honey hole. "Ah...ah...faster...Haruko..." My left hand didn't stop either, constantly rubbing my breasts, my fingertips constantly inserting into the entrance, my body involuntarily arching and thrusting. In less than 5 minutes, love juice flowed from my vaginal opening, and the lewd masturbation slowly faded away as sleepiness faded.
The next day, Sunday, around noon, my phone rang. It was Misa calling. She said she was going to the department store today and would pick me up later. Not long after hanging up, the doorbell rang. I didn't expect Misa and Haruko to be already at my door. A little annoyed, I scolded Misa lightly, telling her not to be so unreasonable next time. I hurriedly closed the master bedroom door, not wanting my mother and daughter to see my lewd behavior from the previous night, and quickly washed up to leave. But I completely forgot to close the master bedroom door; I had no idea there was someone in the master bedroom.
Wearing a yukata and about to take it off, I opened the door and saw Haruko standing on my bed, a large patch of wetness from our lovemaking. We were both even more embarrassed, unsure how to face each other. Haruko came over, looked at me, and said, "I missed you so much too," lightly kissing my cheek before quickly closing the door and leaving the master bedroom.
Misa and I sat in the back seat the whole way. Although Misa kept talking to me and holding my hands tightly, I noticed Haruko constantly glancing at me in the rearview mirror, and I seemed to be swayed.
At the lingerie section of the department store, Misa said we should wear lingerie-themed outfits for dinner tonight, so we should choose styles the other person wanted to wear. At a French lingerie boutique, Haruko and I were completely persuaded by Misa and went to the fitting room to try them on. Misa helped me pick out a white lace push-up bra, paired with high-waisted lace panties and garter belts—a complete set. Haruko, on the other hand, wore a black off-the-shoulder, revealing corset-style lingerie set with garter belts. After seeing that we both fit perfectly, Misa followed the sales assistant to choose a lingerie set she wanted to wow us, whispering among herself. The sales assistant remarked to the three of us, "You two have such a great mother-daughter relationship, picking out lingerie together." Back at Haruko's house at 7 pm, Misa urged us to have a lingerie appreciation party. She turned off the room lights, turned on the wall lamps to create a more mysterious atmosphere, and insisted I go first, followed by Haruko, and finally Misa. Seeing how thoughtful she was, Haruko and I were both amused and exasperated. Wearing the lingerie, I was surprised to find my figure was comparable to a lingerie model. Looking at myself in the mirror, the white garter belt and white high heels accentuated my proportions. I first sat sideways on the edge of the master bedroom bed, my legs crossed diagonally, but I felt a little shy, as I had never dressed so sexily before. A moment later, Haruko entered the room, and my gaze was fixed on her. Her low-cut corset revealed her beautiful skin and D-cup figure, while black stockings accentuated her long, shapely legs. My heart had already melted. Haruko walked past Lan, lifted my chin, and kissed me, then sat down beside me.
Misa knocked on the door and entered. Haruko and I couldn't believe it was her. She wore a black halter-neck sexy catsuit, the material of her stockings further highlighting her shapely young body. Sparse pubic hair subtly peeked out, and her panties were a seamless, open design, revealing her pink pubic hair.
Haruko immediately got up, grabbed a blanket, and covered Misa with it, saying somewhat reproachfully, "Misa, you've gone too far with your joke. Okay, stop it." Misa's eyes reddened as she said, "Mommy, I know you haven't had a boyfriend because of me. But I like Mommy and Yu Tong, and I don't want to leave you." Haruko became even angrier, angrily saying, "Stop talking! I'm your mother, and she's your teacher. This isn't right." Misa looked at us crying, "I know the teacher likes Mommy, and Mommy likes the teacher. Can't I like you both?" Seeing the tense atmosphere, I quickly pulled Misa aside and said, "Apologize to Mommy. I know you were just joking."
I led Misa to the bedside, where Haruko's eyes were also filled with tears. Misa actually pushed her mother onto the bed and forcibly kissed Haruko. Haruko's hands were pinned down by Misa, and she kept saying, "Don't do this! I'm your biological mother. This isn't right!" Misa's tongue kept licking and kissing Haruko's cheeks, hoping her mother would accept her love. Just as Haruko was about to resist and speak, Misa's tongue seized the opportunity to invade her mother's lips. Haruko surrendered, unable to resist the call of lust, and the mother and daughter began to kiss involuntarily. I couldn't believe my eyes; I was witnessing forbidden sex right before my eyes. Just as I was about to leave the bedroom, Misa grabbed my hand. "Don't go, Yu-hime, stay and love me."
Haruko stood up, looking at me affectionately, gesturing for me to come closer. At this moment, I closed my eyes, and the two of us kissed deeply and lightly. Haruko went behind me and touched my neck and behind my ears with the tip of her tongue. Misa faced us, staring intently. Feeling a little shy, I tilted my head so she wouldn't see my gaze. Although I am 170 cm tall, compared to Haruko's 177 cm, I could only let her do as she pleased.
Haruko stepped back, her body leaning against the doorway, allowing me to lean against her tall frame and caress my breasts. I couldn't believe my dream had come true. Haruko then pushed down my half-cup bra, my breasts resting on the underwire, so hot... so swollen... Haruko's fingertips incessantly rubbed my erect nipples, I felt so uncomfortable, my lower body and hips began to sway and rub against Haruko's genitals in a wanton manner. Perhaps my vibrations were effective, she began to close her eyes and enjoy my rhythm, unconsciously saying, "Faster...faster...Hato, I want it." I then took the initiative, leading Haruko and Misa to the leather sofa and coffee table at the other end of the master bedroom. I wanted Misa to see her mother's honey pot. Haruko lay flat on the coffee table, looking at me lustfully. I spread her legs in an M-shape, her hands holding her ankles, her black high heels pressed against the edge of the coffee table, much like I was conducting a gynecological examination. My right hand began to gently caress Haruko's panties, discovering that her crotch area was already soaked, overflowing with moisture. My left hand wasn't idle either, unbuttoning her vest one clasp at a time, freely kneading her full 36D breasts. Haruko took a deep breath and said, "Do you like my body?" I pulled down her panties, and Haruko spread her legs even wider, letting my tongue lick that wet, honeyed spot while my fingers slowly moved in and out below. I didn't dare waste any of the love fluid that flowed out, swallowing it all.
The virgin Misa stood there, watching the two important women in her life so eager to make love. Her honeyed spot was already soaked, her legs tightly clamped together; Haruko and I both knew her body wanted it. Haruko and I each caressed one of her pink breasts. After all, it was her first time, and Misa's nipples quickly became erect; her girlish reserve vanished. Misa sat on the bed, her legs involuntarily closing, yet uncontrollably spreading open, looking at Haruko's mother and me, and saying, "Be gentle, this is my first time." I stood so Misa could lift her head and lick my vulva.
I didn't know how to face Misa, after all, I was her teacher, but I also loved Haruko. Lying on the bed, I was filled with mixed feelings. I was the only one left in the room; thankfully it was summer vacation, otherwise I would have been late. Seeing the stains on the bed, indistinguishable between urine and vaginal fluid, and Misa's bloodstains, the lewd smell permeating the room, I still couldn't forget the scene from last night.

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