The teacher who sprays water

Back then, in a rural middle school in the 1990s, very few people knew how to use computers for office work, unlike now. One summer, a college graduate named Su Ling came to the school. She was short, slightly chubby, and had a ponytail that swayed as she walked. Because she was new, despite her high level of education, she was assigned to teach Chinese to the first-year students.
At that time, I taught physical education and also worked in the principal's office. On days when I didn't teach, the principal often called me to do chores or go out to eat wild chicken and duck in some villages. For some reason, the principal always valued me and often took me with him when he went out to eat and drink with the vice principal and the accountant. I had some writing skills, and he would ask me to write his meeting minutes, teaching work reports, and meeting outlines for meetings he attended at the county education bureau. I would write a rough draft, and he would then supplement it.
In this way, I had more contact with Su Ling. I would always take those outlines and notes to her for typing. At that time, the entire rural middle school office only had one 586 computer. Once, during a principal election, the principal sought re-election and asked me to draft a report. This report was over 20 pages long, and I spent two days glued to Su Ling's side. She was very busy, but she always made time to type it up for me, print it out, and give it to the principal for revisions before finalizing it.
One night after finishing the report, around 10 PM, the principal, the accountant, and I went for a late-night snack. He said he invited Su Ling to thank her. We drank, played cards, and had a lively atmosphere. Because we had to work the next day, we left before midnight.
The principal and the accountant lived in one dormitory building, while we ordinary staff lived in another. Naturally, Su Ling and I went back together. When we arrived at the door, I said, "Come in and sit for a while." She laughed and said, "You won't eat me, will you?" And just like that, she came into my room. I offered her a seat and poured her water. Through our conversation, I learned that she had a boyfriend who was her high school classmate, and they had been dating for three years. He majored in finance in college and worked at the county finance bureau. They both went to university in the provincial capital, and this township was over 50 kilometers from the county seat, making it difficult for them to see each other. As we talked, her eyes reddened, as if she were about to cry. Always one to cherish women, I quickly put my hand on her shoulder to comfort her, and before I knew it, I was pulling her into my arms. I took the opportunity to whisper in her ear things like, "Don't be sad," and "I'll ask the principal for a few days off." Perhaps it was the warmth of my breath on her ear, but she stopped talking, and her breathing became hurried. There was hope! I was secretly delighted and seized the opportunity to kiss her. As we kissed, she cooperated, leaning towards the bed. My hand began to slip inside her bra, and I felt a surge of pleasure as I touched her soft, large breasts. Perhaps because she was a little overweight, her breasts were large but not firm. She began to moan, and I started to touch her pants. Strangely, kissing was fine, touching was fine, but taking off her pants was not. I said, "Take them off so I can see. I mean it, I won't do anything to you." After much pleading and gentle coaxing, like killing a fish, I finally managed to undress her.
After I took off all my clothes, she wouldn't let me see, saying she was shy and wanted to turn off the light. This was exactly what I wanted, so I obediently turned off the light and quickly undressed myself. In the darkness, she reached out to find me, and when she touched my hand, I took the opportunity to lie on top of her, thinking I couldn't let this opportunity slip away. I quickly used my hard penis to find the entrance and insert it. She wasn't expecting me to do that and whispered, "No, no, no." Without thinking twice, I started thrusting. As I thrust, she began to moan. It felt so good to be pressed against her slightly plump body, so soft and comfortable, her juices flowing... More and more came, until I could barely feel anything. The woman's abundant vaginal fluid made me realize my penis was small and not thick enough, feeling very loose. She didn't speak, just hummed softly. Suddenly, I felt something clamp down on my penis two or three times, followed by a gush of hot fluid, getting onto both testicles. I thought she might have orgasmed, but because it was loose, I didn't feel like ejaculating yet. I continued thrusting, and soon she clamped down again and squirted. This time she clamped down tightly, five or six times, and I ejaculated after a few more thrusts. I
'd never been with a woman who squirted before, so I curiously asked her how she did it. She said she didn't know either; when she and her boyfriend made love at home, they often had to use a towel as a pad, and when they secretly made love in his office, they even used newspaper, which made her very embarrassed.
We secretly maintained this relationship for over a year at the rural middle school before she returned to the county town and married her boyfriend.

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