Teacher's wedding night

That was back in junior high. Our homeroom teacher and English teacher was a recent graduate, a woman of short stature and pretty features, who always wore her hair in a ponytail. Every day during English class, I would watch her read the text while her ponytail swayed, and my imagination would run wild. As a precocious child, my fantasy object was also this homeroom teacher. I

think it was in the second year of junior high, the year she got married. As one of the few students in the class who was good at English and liked by the teacher, I and a few classmates represented the class at her wedding. We lived in the countryside, and weddings were usually held at home; it wasn't common to go to a restaurant back then. The teacher was very happy to see us and arranged for her cousin to accompany us. We were all kids, so we played quite wildly, and with so many people, it was very lively. Before we knew it, it was dark. Because the village where the teacher lived was quite far from our homes, she was a little worried about leaving after dark, so she asked us to stay and go back the next day. We got along well with her cousin, so we stayed.

In the evening, the teacher and her husband's classmates came, and several tables were set up for another lively celebration. During the meal, the teacher and her husband both drank quite a bit. The teacher's face was flushed, and her eyes were bright. Her classmates kept putting on jokes and games. One of them, standing on a chair with a cigarette in her mouth, insisted that her husband hold her up so he could light it for her. She was wearing a red cheongsam with a high slit. When her husband hugged her legs, the cheongsam rode up, revealing her long, slender legs encased in flesh-colored stockings and her white panties. Under the lights, the panties were dazzlingly white. But no one noticed this, or perhaps others noticed but didn't say anything. Everyone was focused on the constantly dodging cigarette and the persistently chasing match. Finally, the cigarette was lit, and her husband put her down. Her legs and panties were gone, but I felt like they were still floating before my eyes. We

played until very late that night, and then we were assigned to stay in the west wing. The girls were in the inner room, and the boys in the outer room. Because everyone had had a great time and had drunk some beer, my friends quickly fell asleep. But I still couldn't sleep. Those thighs and white underwear kept floating in front of my eyes, making me restless. It wasn't until after midnight that I got up. "Where are you going?" a friend asked sleepily. "To pee," I said curtly as I pushed open the door and left. When I came out of the bathroom, the yard was quiet. All the other houses were dark, except for the bridal chamber, where a faint light still shone. I don't know what I was thinking, but I sneaked closer.

The curtains were drawn, but for some reason, they weren't properly closed, leaving a small gap. I peered through the gap. On the red wedding bed, the teacher's red cheongsam had been taken off and was crumpled up in a corner. Her pink bra was half off, the other half hanging on her arm. Her flesh-colored stockings were gone, and her long, straight thighs gleamed like ivory under the light. That pair of underwear that had been floating in front of me for so long was hanging on her left ankle. A dark, fleshy mound of flesh on the teacher's buttocks was undulating. Her eyes were glazed, seemingly lost in a trance, whether from the alcohol she'd had that night or from the pleasure she was experiencing, I couldn't tell.

I felt my heart pounding faster and faster, as if it were about to leap out of my chest. I straightened up, took a deep breath, and it took me a long time to calm my excited heart. Then I continued watching. Her husband seemed to be excitedly talking to her, but I couldn't hear him through the glass. The teacher, seemingly still lost in her trance, didn't respond lazily. After a while, the teacher rolled over, supporting herself on her hands as she knelt on the bed, her not-so-large breasts drooping under gravity. The teacher's breasts were beautiful, bell-shaped, with erect pink nipples. Then a large hand covered them, the flesh changing shape in his grasp. The teacher's mouth was half-open, as if she were moaning softly, but unfortunately, I couldn't hear her. Behind her was a round, firm buttock resting on her kneeling legs, and right in the center of her buttocks, a thick, long penis was going in and out. They worked on it inside, and I watched from the outside. I don't know how long it went on, but finally her husband's thrusting stopped, and then that dark body left, leaving only the snow-white body kneeling there, like a work of art.

I don't remember how I got back to my room or how I climbed into bed. Having fantasized about this body for so many years, I was finally seeing it in person, and I was so excited I couldn't sleep. The next morning, my teacher saw me with dark circles under my eyes and asked with concern if I hadn't slept well. I could only make up an excuse that I was a bit picky about beds, so I hadn't slept well. Actually, I was still thinking about everything I had seen the night before.

[The End]

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