Lonely Teacher

It's late at night, and I feel so lonely. The cigarette has burned down to the end.

Time flies so fast; eleven years have passed in the blink of an eye. That relationship is still vivid in my mind. I don't know if it was love, but I often think of her mesmerizing red lips, her wanton moans, and her constantly swaying hips in the middle of the night. After all, she was the first woman I truly possessed in my life! My dear, how are you?

It was 2008 when I graduated from university. I thought I would be assigned to a good job back in my hometown, since I graduated from the provincial normal university.

When I received my assignment certificate, I was very disappointed. I was assigned to teach at a rural middle school in a semi-mountainous area.

Coming from an ordinary background, I had no power to fight against fate, so I silently came to this school with my family.

The day after reporting for duty, there was a campus assembly. I only felt that the weather was very hot and the people were very unfamiliar.

While eating breakfast, I saw a female teacher on the road. She was wearing a green dress with a beautiful sunflower pattern, her hair was down, and her fair thighs were exposed below her knees. She was wearing lipstick and looked to be in her early thirties.

Later, I asked a classmate and colleague, and he said her name was Jun, also an English teacher, and her husband had just been transferred to work at the No. 1 Middle School.

I didn't think of him at the time.

The first week of school was busy and fulfilling. I was assigned a dormitory, a two-story building on a hillside. I had a single room on the first floor, with a living room outside and a bedroom inside.

The scenery was alright; in the mornings, the clouds and mist swirled, and the river across the street gurgled loudly.

However, I wasn't in the mood to appreciate the scenery at the time. I was thinking about when I could be transferred away from this small place, and I felt quite depressed.

One noon, I suddenly saw someone moving next door. I went out to see, and it was Jun. She said her husband had been transferred, and the dual-income dormitory was no longer available, so the school arranged for her to live next to me.

I offered to help her carry her things. She smiled and said thank you. I said it was nothing, I had plenty of strength.

Haha, "plenty of strength"—that was just a casual remark at the time, but later I used my strength to help her.

Time flew by. We only greeted each other on the way and occasionally exchanged teaching tips.

Later, I bought a sofa, and she really liked sitting on it. We started talking more.

The turning point came one evening. I was writing a lesson plan; I'd just started working and didn't know how to begin. I saw her dorm light was on and the door was open, so I went in. She was also writing under her desk lamp.

I watched her work while we chatted.

Time flew by, and before I knew it, it was ten o'clock. I said I had to go, it was getting late! She glanced at me, smiled—a beautiful smile—and tugged at my hand, whispering, "It's still early, stay a little longer!" I hesitated for a moment, but I'm not exactly a saint; I knew something was about to happen. I looked at her and said, "My feet are a little dirty, I'll go wash them before I come back!" She agreed and let go of me.

I went back to my dorm, my heart pounding. I knew that this young woman would be mine.

I was only 21 then, full of energy, and I masturbated frequently. I didn't want to miss this opportunity.

I quickly washed my feet, slipped on my slippers, and went over. She was standing at the door; she closed it as soon as I entered, and I saw her lock it from the inside.

Entering the bedroom, I grabbed her and kissed her, one hand kneading her breasts through her clothes; they felt so full and soft.

She breathed heavily, murmuring, "Yong, let me go, no, I can't."

With the die already cast, I forcefully laid her down on her large bed.

Her mattress was made of soft foam.

My eyes were bloodshot, and like a wild beast, I lifted her shirt. She was wearing a flesh-colored bra underneath; my hand slipped inside—so big and white, and despite having given birth, it was still quite elastic.

She resisted, but clearly lacked strength; even if she had, she couldn't possibly be stronger than me, hahaha! Later, I got on the bed too, taking off her pants, but not her underwear.

I wasn't in a hurry; I kissed her, kneaded her breasts, and teased her clitoris through her underwear; within minutes, it was wet.

With my teasing, she began to respond actively, her moans growing louder.

Seeing that it was about time, I went to take off her underwear. This time, she didn't resist, cooperatively raising her plump buttocks.

She was voluptuous and fair-skinned, with a tuft of dark, shiny pubic hair that was incredibly alluring. I'd seen women's bodies before, but never this close. It was so exciting! You know, this was someone else's wife, naked in front of me, about to tremble under my big cock. How could I not be excited?

Later, as you know, with her help (I was a bit nervous due to my lack of sexual experience at the time), I entered her.

I remember her squeezing my penis and placing it on her vulva; it felt very wet and slippery.

With a push, my penis slid in smoothly! Not too tight, it felt good.

I clearly heard her soft moan, "Ahhh, no!

" Without thinking twice, I thrust into her, her legs raised high.

I felt so good, fucking someone else's wife! I was fast and strong, but I couldn't hold back any longer. I said I couldn't hold back, and she said, "It's okay, just cum!" Before she finished speaking, I felt a tingling sensation in my glans, and my semen spurted out.

It took a long time before I got off her. She gently tore off a few pieces of toilet paper to wipe me clean and then let me lie down.

She said to me, "I've liked you for a long time. You're very energetic, but I have a family, and I don't know how I can face my family now.

" I brushed her off, saying, "He won't know."

"She didn't say anything, just held me and fell asleep.

I was very tired, but I couldn't sleep, afraid that if I overslept and someone saw me leaving her room, it would be all over.

Before dawn, I wanted it again.

I touched her breasts and pressed my penis against her buttocks. She turned to me and said, 'You want it again, come on.

' This time I lasted a long time, probably for more than half an hour. My penis went in and out of her slippery pussy, it felt so good! I could tell she was very excited, and she said in a trembling voice, 'Husband, you're so strong, I feel so good.

' I roughly fucked her and asked, 'Tell me, is your husband better or am I better?' She said, 'You're better, I'll let you fuck me from now on.'"

"In the heat of passion, we tried many positions, and finally I ejaculated after she had two orgasms.

After resting for a bit, I got dressed and carefully left her dorm. Luckily, I didn't see anyone else; it was just getting light.

I patted my chest, feeling a little smug. I'd slept with someone else's wife; now my penis would have a vagina to keep it company!

We've all been young once; this kind of thing is like heroin—once you've had it the first time, you'll have it many more times.

From then on, we were basically together every night. Around 11 PM, I'd make sure no one was around and sneak in.

We made love like crazy, sometimes three or four times a night. We were both exhausted the next morning, but in a great mood.

I remember one time vividly. It was noon, and as everyone knows, our teachers like to take naps. I went to her dorm again, and we satisfied each other on her bed in various positions. She was very wet, and my penis felt like it was going to explode."

She screamed so loudly. After we finished, we drifted off to sleep. Later, it was time for my class! When I woke up, I saw an old woman from the kitchen washing clothes at the tap outside her door. Time was running out, and I was going to be late if I didn't leave soon.

I was anxious. She thought for a moment, then opened the door and said, "Sister, do you have a brush? Can I borrow it?" The woman said she did and went to her dormitory to find it. I quickly slipped out of her dormitory.

Thank goodness!

As time went on, our colleagues probably noticed something and started gossiping.

We knew that things would get out of hand sooner or later, but we couldn't control our desires.

Eventually, something happened.

It was a weekend. She was supposed to go to the county town to see her family, but she said she couldn't bear to leave me, so she made an excuse to her husband that she wouldn't go back. Her husband said it was fine if she didn't go back, he was going to go somewhere else too.

We didn't think anything was wrong. We did it at noon, and when we got hungry, she cooked like my wife and brought the food to the bed to eat with me, kissing as we ate.

We went to bed early Saturday night and made love day and night. We'd sleep when we were tired, and then continue when we were tired, until dawn before we finally fell asleep again.

In a daze, she said she heard a noise outside the window. At first, we didn't think much of it, assuming it was someone's pig or donkey, and we both went back to sleep.

When it was fully light, she said there was a sound behind her. She pulled back the curtains and screamed. We heard a loud crash, like a window shattering! I was stunned. I asked her what was wrong. She was pale and panicked.

Just a minute later, there was a loud knocking on the door. She looked at me frantically and said, "Li Chun is here (her husband's name is Li Chun).

" She quickly opened the door. I heard a man's angry roar and heard her being pushed and shoved. I was terrified. I put on my clothes and stood dumbfounded by the bed. Her husband hit her a few times and said, "Is it because I don't have a penis that you're doing this? We have such a lovely son! Why are you doing this?" "She started crying and tried to hit me again. Seeing this, Jun hugged her husband tightly, saying, 'Don't do this, it's all my fault. What are you going to do to me?

' I immediately ran out. I didn't go back to the dorm; I wandered around outside all morning, my mind a mess. I didn't know how I would face my colleagues and students in the future.

When it was time for breakfast, I received a call from Jun, asking me to come to her house for dinner. How could I dare go! She said it was okay, that it would be better for everyone if we calmed down.

I had no choice but to go. One woman and two men sat at a small table eating; it was very awkward. I don't even know what I ate! Later, I guessed that her husband had made too much noise when he rushed in, and she was afraid everyone would know, so she called me over to put on a show.

From that day on, her husband brought their son to her to take care of, just to prevent us from sleeping together again.

We endured it." For a while, we slept together again, mostly after her son fell asleep. She would sneak into my dorm to have sex with me, leaving my semen on my narrow bed.

But for some reason, ever since her husband caught me, my sexual ability has declined a lot. Sometimes I ejaculate very quickly, and the days when I could last for half an hour or even stay erect are almost gone. Sometimes, we would cry while we had sex, and in the heat of the moment, I would say, "Divorce him and marry me!" She would cry and say, "Darling, no, no one will support us if we do this, and you'll regret it in ten years! Come on, have sex with me properly, my body belongs to you."

"We went crazy, all we could hear was each other's panting and the creaking of the wooden bed.

We stayed together like that for months.

Once she said that she and her husband had been married for four or five years, and they'd never been intimate as many times as she'd been with me; she didn't really want to be with her husband.

Come to think of it, we were together for six months, and I estimate we'd been intimate three or four hundred times—no exaggeration, really, sometimes three or four times a day!

All good things must come to an end! The school year ended, summer vacation started, and she said she might not come back to this school next semester. I also did some work to get her transferred.

I knew that once we parted, it might really be over.

Ignoring what others thought, I went with one of her best friends to see her off. We were silent, but our eyes were filled with helplessness.

Finally, her car drove away, and as I watched her disappear into the distance, two tears streamed down my face.

I wanted to shout: 'Jun, I love you, I like you.'"

"

And that's how we parted ways. The following academic year, we both transferred out of that school.

Her husband was with her, and we didn't dare call anymore.

A year later, I was traveling in the prefecture capital when I received a call. Hearing Jun's voice, I was so excited: 'Where are you? I miss you! How about I come see you?' She said, 'I'm studying for a correspondence course in the provincial capital. Come on over! I'm waiting for you!' But then her phone died. I didn't remember her number, only the general location where she was studying.

That night I got drunk, and the next morning, despite my headache, I resolutely took a bus to the provincial capital.

When I got there, I bought a universal charger and charged my phone, but I still couldn't find her number.

I found a hotel and slept there for the night. The next day, I went to the finance college, but many people said they didn't have any correspondence students there. They said there was a finance school in another place that might have her.

I went there, just as school was letting out that morning. I stood on the sidewalk anxiously searching for her, and finally, she came out carrying a water bottle! I shouted her name, and she came over and said, 'I thought you weren't coming!'"

I told her what happened, and she was very touched. After settling into her dorm, she left with me!

We went out for dinner, then went to a quiet, tree-lined spot in the countryside. I hugged her, and her eyes lit up as she said she missed me so much. I kissed her, and then I took off her pants and entered her. Whether it was nervousness or excitement, I ejaculated quickly.

Later, we looked for a hotel. Her school was in the suburbs, and we searched many places before finding a small inn. The landlady said that to stay, we needed both of our marriage certificates. I was too timid at the time, so I just said I was staying alone. After

the landlady left, we did it again, though it didn't last long, but she was very excited.

Later, we went out for dinner and then found a cold drink shop to sit and drink until she went back to school.

The next morning, I went to see her before I left, and we were both speechless.

After that, we basically lost contact because we both had our own lives.

I don't know if this was love or just lust? I can only say that youth is without regrets, those beautiful years of ejaculation.

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