My female online teacher

The past has been a source of much turmoil. Since this is a recollection, the intention should be a simple, understated account, without embellishment. I wonder if this is possible, for the emotions stirred, the heart ached, and a sense of loss lingered.

From beginning to end, it spanned two and a half years, a tapestry of memories, a tapestry of emotions, a multitude of scenes. I've selected five to commemorate this experience.

The story begins in mid-April, when message in a bottle was still popular. While on duty at work, I idly sent out a message in a bottle titled "Searching for Late Spring." It seemed I received quite a few replies. One reply led to a casual chat, and we added each other on QQ.

She was 37 years old, 165cm tall, 108kg, married, and a middle school teacher. She came from a good family and was financially secure.

At the time, she was embroiled in a relationship crisis, her marriage in jeopardy, and she was very upset.

Because she was older than me, I genuinely had no romantic feelings for her, so our conversation was quite relaxed. I simply acted as a friend, advising her to face the situation positively and helping her analyze the situation.

As we talked, feelings gradually developed, and chatting with her became an important part of our conversations. Naturally, we also talked about sex. She had very little sex and seemed to have a low libido, which she attributed to her physical constitution. Meanwhile, I was going through a period of intense sexual desire.

I visited her once, and although my desire was very strong, she only gave me a hug.

The simple friendship between a man and a woman seems so easily broken; perhaps God had already placed the instinct for procreation in the blood of all things.

On the day of the college entrance exam that year, she was assigned to proctor in a neighboring county. I went to see her; she had long hair, wore a dark green dress, and had a very elegant air.

Her husband often kept track of her whereabouts and activities. She hadn't finished her work in the morning and still had to continue in the afternoon, so we had a simple lunch.

She suggested we find a place to rest since it was still early.

I knew something was going to happen, but both hotels were fully booked due to the college entrance exam, so we finally settled on a very basic budget hotel.

We lay side-by-side on the bed, chatting for a few minutes. To be honest, it was the first time I'd been so close to such a beautiful and elegant woman. Desire quickly ignited, and we kissed naturally.

Starting with her lips, her neck was very sensitive; her breasts weren't large, her skin was fair, and she smelled wonderfully, panting softly.

I was impatient. I kissed her down to her navel, pulling down her stockings and panties along with her navel, then kissed upwards to her neck. My already hard penis, glistening with lubrication, searched for the secret entrance.

The entrance wasn't obvious, so I guided it with my hands, exploring up and down several times until her juices flowed. I

entered, and to my surprise, it was very tight. Before my penis was even halfway in, she let out a soft moan, her eyes closed as if she were enduring it.

I went in a little more, and to my surprise, it was so tightly interlocked inside.

She pushed me away with both hands, not letting me go all the way in, slowly in and out. Each time I entered, I watched her frown, each time she made a soft moan. To be honest, after being with five or six women, with her, it still felt like exploring a secret realm, like ascending to paradise.

Soon, I ejaculated into her tightly interlocked vagina.

The wonderful woman beneath me, the exquisite sensation still lingering, my limp penis, surrounded by warmth and moisture, felt the tightness of her vagina. Miraculously, before it was completely soft or withdrawn, it hardened again.

This time, the feeling was even better. There was no tension like last time; the thrusting was easy. She still frowned with each deep thrust, feeling the strong suction of her vagina, even a slight pain. Soon, she too climaxed, building on her previous orgasm.

The suction during her orgasm was immense; with wave after wave of powerful sensations, I ejaculated again, climaxing simultaneously.

This time, I was indeed a bit tired. I withdrew, limp, and we talked while lying down. For about twenty minutes, I seemed particularly sensitive to her body, and I became erect again, rolling over to continue.

We chatted for a while, then had sex, four or five times in total. Around 2:30, we got dressed and went to take care of our business.

On her way home, she said, "You shot so much, and it's still flowing out." Later, I realized her vagina was tight, and it took a long time for the fluid to come out.

When we got home, she went to bed early. The next day, she said she couldn't take it anymore; her penis was so big, and she did it so many times. Her whole body ached,

and she said she wouldn't do it more than four times in the future. Our wonderful first time together brought us closer. We chatted for thousands of words every day, she bought me a lot of clothes, and afterwards we saw each other two or three times a month, making love four or five times each time.

[The End]

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