That Summer When the Homeroom Teacher Was Injected

Last time I talked about my fantasies about my elementary school math teacher. Today, I'll tell you about my middle school teacher.

Since starting middle school, the atmosphere was bad; everyone was following gangsters, and the atmosphere was very street-savvy. I was led astray by my classmates. I initially planned to study hard, but due to my womanizing nature, I ended up with a group of school bullies, and naturally, I became one of them. We were always fighting and getting into brawls. (But I advise everyone, that loyalty was mostly unreliable.) My grades were also terrible, and I ended up near the bottom of the class. My teacher at the time was a young woman whose child had just started kindergarten. Her husband worked away from home, often for months at a time (I later learned he was in trade and frequently traveled abroad). This foreshadowed many things that happened later, something I was unaware of at the time. The teacher was of average build, rather thin, and not very tall, around 160cm. She had long, curly hair, a small chest (flat-chested), and dressed like a typical young married woman (you can imagine it yourself).

Ever since she went astray, she and a few classmates caused trouble in class. Our class was practically the most chaotic in the entire grade, even the whole school, because we had the most troublemakers. Fighting, early romance, smoking, and gambling became some of the labels associated with my middle school years. Because of this, our homeroom teacher, let's call her Teacher L, had a real headache.

Teacher L, being our homeroom teacher, had been without a man by her side for a long time and had to take care of her own children. With us being so mischievous, she came up with a special solution: she befriended us. She often invited us to her home, never mentioning studying, just eating and playing. She also took special care of us at school. Over time, we kids generally stopped causing trouble, or causing trouble on campus. Because everyone genuinely respected each other's privacy.

I remember one summer during my second year of junior high, we were invited to Ms. L's house. Her child was still young and didn't understand anything, but we teenagers were pretty much aware of things between men and women. That day, Ms. L wore a black dress, black stockings, and had wavy hair; she looked quite alluring. As a bit of a pervert, I certainly got aroused. We played with her child in the living room while she busied herself cooking for us in the kitchen. When it was time to eat, because her dining table was too small, some of my classmates were seated at the table, while two of my classmates and I ate at the coffee table with Ms. L. My two classmates and I sat on the sofa, while Ms. L sat on a small stool facing us. We chatted and laughed, creating a pleasant atmosphere. Some of my classmates drank some wine, while Ms. L drank red wine. While everyone was chatting and laughing, I glanced at Ms. L through the coffee table. Her dress had almost slipped down to her thighs, and through the glass, I could see her slender legs encased in black stockings—very sexy—and underneath, she wore black and red thong panties with lace trim, giving off a slightly sensual vibe. At that moment, I was completely captivated by the teacher's figure, and I got an erection in no time. I absentmindedly drank my beer, still chatting and laughing, but my eyes kept drifting towards her crotch. I even felt like I was going to ejaculate. However, with so many people around, I didn't have the guts. So I gave up.

After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, a few of us guys helped clean up the table. We played until evening before leaving. During that time, I got my fill of eye candy. The teacher went to the toilet to urinate, and after she came out, I quickly went to the toilet too. From the toilet, through the small window, I could see her balcony, where she was drying underwear and panties—all small sizes, but very sexy. I started to think that she must be very lonely. Looking around the toilet, I saw her towels, shower gel, and bath towels. I opened the washing machine and saw her underwear that she hadn't had time to wash yet. So I took her underwear and masturbated in the toilet, fantasizing about her. After I finished, I quickly put it back and went back to the living room. When everyone had left, only another classmate and I were left. Since we lived far apart, about a three-hour drive each way, I called home to tell my teacher I was staying at their house. After dinner, it quickly became evening. Just as I was getting ready to wash up, my teacher received a call from my classmate's family saying they were picking him up to take him back to their hometown because an elder in their family had passed away. Upon hearing this, I also wanted to leave, but my teacher and classmate wouldn't let me go because my classmate was being taken directly back to their hometown, not towards the city. So, I ended up staying at my teacher's house for the night. Reluctantly, I stayed. At that moment, only my teacher, their child, and I were at their house. My teacher and child were in one room, while I was in the second bedroom—it felt incredibly awkward. The master bedroom and the second bedroom were opposite each other, with the bathroom in between. After washing up, I was about to go back to my room to sleep when I ran into my teacher coming out of the master bedroom. However, she wasn't wearing a dress this time; she was wrapped in a bath towel, though she hadn't taken off her stockings. I said, "Teacher, I'm done washing up; I'm going to sleep now." Teacher, okay, go to sleep early, I'll wake you up tomorrow morning. So I went into the bedroom, the door wasn't closed. Lying on the bed, listening to the sounds of showering coming from the bathroom, I got excited and started fantasizing about my teacher showering. Thinking about what happened during the day, I involuntarily got an erection again. While I was masturbating in bed, the sound of water from the bathroom stopped. I knew my teacher was finished and about to come out. I pretended to sleep, secretly watching the doorway, waiting for her to come out. The bathroom door opened after a while, and my teacher, wrapped in a towel, came out drying her hair. Her white thighs and slender figure were particularly alluring under the bathroom light, hazy and indistinct. I thought, what a beautiful young woman, what a beautiful teacher! Teacher, oh teacher, I want to fuck you so much! I want to lie between your legs, licking your labia, your clitoris, my tongue probing your passage, licking away your emptiness and loneliness, while you have your student's penis in your mouth, saying lewd things. Thinking about this, the poster involuntarily ejaculated, ejaculating into the bed. The teacher had already entered the room. The poster tiptoed to get up and get some tissues, but the bed made a noise when it moved. Ignoring that, the poster quickly got up and wiped away the "love" he had given the teacher in his underwear. Just as he finished dressing, the teacher opened the door, turned on the bathroom light, and came to the door to ask what was wrong. The poster said he couldn't sleep and might catch a cold, so he got up to blow his nose. The teacher immediately said there was no medicine at home, and offered to make him some ginger tea, suggesting he drink it before going to sleep. The poster declined briefly, but the teacher prevailed. The teacher, wrapped in a towel, said he could watch TV in the living room while she waited for him. She then went back into the bedroom, while the poster watched TV in the living room. A short while later, the teacher came out, wearing tight-fitting pajamas and a tight-fitting t-shirt. As she walked towards the kitchen, the shape of her underwear was visible from behind, and under the light, it looked very alluring, like that of a young girl. A moment later, the teacher brought over ginger tea. At first, I didn't notice, but as she was about to put the bowl down, I realized she wasn't wearing a bra; the outline of her nipples was clearly visible. After putting the bowl down, the teacher sat opposite me and chatted. As we talked, I started getting an erection, because the teacher's breasts were right in front of me—it was hard to look away. The teacher probably knew I was staring at her breasts but didn't say anything. When I got an erection that I couldn't suppress, the teacher asked if I was hard. Embarrassed, I quickly pressed my hand down on my penis, but the teacher generously said not to, it's normal for kids. Everyone has needs. So I asked the teacher, "Do you need one too?" The teacher didn't answer but got up and sat down next to me. I thought, "Tonight's the night!" Haha, the teacher sat down next to me and stared at my penis, saying, "Yours looks pretty big..."

I immediately moved my hand away and said, "It's okay, it's just uncomfortable being hard." The teacher said, "Let me see." So I took off my underwear and pulled out my hot, hard penis. Seeing this, the teacher said, "Whatever happens today, you can't tell anyone." Then, one hand slowly touched my penis. I was startled; I hadn't been circumcised yet. The teacher held my penis for a few seconds, then slowly pulled back the foreskin, revealing the glans. He started to slowly stroke it. I looked at my penis being stroked, the teacher's expression, and then at her nipples. Involuntarily, I reached out and touched her breasts.

Seeing this, the teacher looked up at the poster, and the two instinctively brought their faces together, lips touching lips, kissing. The teacher was immediately aroused, actively extending her tongue into the poster's mouth for a French kiss, making moaning sounds and squeaking noises. Below, she was stroking his penis with her hand. The poster slowly lifted the teacher's t-shirt, turning one hand into two, and began to play with her breasts. Each time he rubbed her nipples, the teacher would react with strong moans... The poster asked the teacher, "Teacher, I want to fuck you, fuck your pussy, lick your vagina." At this moment, the teacher was no longer a teacher; she was a slut, a woman whose mind was filled with thoughts of penises. She agreed, saying, "Such a big penis, it feels like...

it feels like I'll give it to you, teacher, eat my penis!" I held the back of the teacher's head and pressed it against my penis, and the teacher took it into her mouth, but not deeply. I then used my hand to press the teacher's head back and forth.

The glans throbbed with stimulation; because I had just masturbated, the glans was still very sensitive.

I reached for the teacher's private parts and started touching her clitoris through her pajamas. Her body twitched rhythmically, seemingly enjoying it. After a few moments, I pulled her up and offered to lick her. She readily agreed, taking off her pajamas. I lay down on the sofa, and she instinctively arched her back, pushing her genitals towards me. Her dark labia were covered in hair, and her panties were already soaked with vaginal fluid. I stuck out my tongue and licked her wanton vulva. She responded with loud moans, but not loudly, as I was afraid of waking the children even though the bedroom door was closed. After licking away the surface fluid, I began to lick inside her vagina. My mouth was full of sticky, slippery vaginal fluid. I wanted to see if she could climax, so I licked her more intensely, my tongue thrusting in and out of her vagina... In less than a minute, she climaxed. She collapsed onto the sofa, panting heavily. Then I pulled out my penis and had the teacher give me oral sex. After a couple of strokes, I prepared to fuck her. I stood up, held her legs, and sat her on the sofa. Holding my penis in one hand, I said to the teacher, "Teacher, I'm going to insert it." The teacher said, "Insert it, aim at the entrance." I thrust it in, and the teacher let out a soft "Ah..." I asked, "Is it good? Is it good? Fuck me, fuck me with your big penis, fuck me... Mmm... Mmm..."

I thrust in and out of the teacher, and she responded passionately. I felt like I was dreaming. Our genitals were already overflowing with vaginal fluid, so much so that it was incredibly slippery. The splashing sounds were very clear. I told myself that I wasn't dreaming; I was fucking my own teacher, right now, I was fucking my own teacher. We tried many positions. Because it was so stimulating, and the teacher's moans were so arousing, I don't know how long it lasted. In such a stimulating state, I ejaculated. Just before I came, she didn't let me ejaculate inside, but it came outside, though it wasn't wasted; it landed on the teacher's face. After we finished, we lay on the sofa for a while. She got up and honestly told me, "Just this once, no one can tell." I agreed to her request. We didn't tell anyone, not even until graduation. So many years have passed since then, and she's gone from a young female teacher to a mature woman. We haven't seen each other since. I think this shouldn't have happened, but under certain circumstances, it did. It should have been condemned. A student in the prime of puberty and a teacher who hadn't had sex in a long time made love during a stay at someone's house.

This story is rather verbose, with both specific and vague details. After so many years, I've written down everything I can remember, but only I know the feeling. This is my true story, and I'm sharing it with everyone after all these years. Thank you for watching.

[The End]

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