[Me and Teacher Y]

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This is a true story about my relationship with my high school teacher. It might sound unbelievable, but it's all etched in my memory, and every time I recall those scenes, they're still vivid.
In high school, I was the kind of guy who was popular with girls. I was tall, slender, handsome, and sunny. I played basketball often, so I was frequently the subject of discussion among those restless girls. In my senior year of high school, we got a new physics teacher, whom I'll call Xiao Y. She had been working for two years, and while she wasn't particularly beautiful, she couldn't compare to most of the girls in the school who could be considered beauties.
But when she lectured or answered students' questions, she exuded a beautiful aura that drew everyone's attention. During self-study periods, teachers would come into the classroom to answer students' questions individually. Whenever she came in, I would put down my pen and stare at her intently. As she approached my desk, I would take out the questions I had prepared beforehand and ask her. When she bent down, her long hair cascaded onto my desk, carrying a faint fragrance. Her clear eyes were fixed on the questions in my notebook. I would secretly admire her demeanor, her appearance, her expressions, and slowly move closer to her, inhaling her unique and captivating scent. I
was so immersed in this infatuation that I became oblivious to the girls around me. I stopped paying attention to the notes and letters she used to send me, focusing entirely on Xiao Y. Even just watching her eat at the cafeteria where she often ate would make my appetite improve; she was truly a feast for the eyes.
Occasionally, she would look up and see me watching her, giving me a sweet smile and a nod. As time went on, I would bring her my tray and greet her when she sat down, giving us opportunities to eat together. However, this didn't happen often; I felt guilty and afraid others would notice.
I always thought this unrequited love would continue until I graduated, until one day, during evening self-study, I went to the restroom. The teachers' office building was next door, and I saw a few lights still on, including Xiao Y's. She was still working so late. For some reason, I ran out of school and bought a beef patty and a bowl of soup, then went to her office.
She was clearly surprised to see me with food. I said, "It's so late, and I just happened to see you hadn't gone home yet. When we ate together before, you mentioned you had a bad stomach and often ate biscuits and instant noodles to fill your stomach when you were writing at night. Those things aren't good for your stomach, so I bought these for you."
Her eyes flickered noticeably after I said this. I'm usually good at reading people, but I didn't understand what she was thinking. I put my food down and let her eat first. We chatted while we ate, and when she laughed, she would cover her mouth—it was so cute.
When I teased her, she actually reached out and hit me. This wasn't something a teacher would do to a student. I tentatively steered the conversation towards her love life, and she didn't hide anything, telling me about some of her past experiences. We talked very intently, and all of this made me vaguely feel that she might be interested in me. I decided to take the plunge and try. It was a crazy idea, but in that situation, I didn't hesitate to say it.
I told her, "Teacher Y, I like you. I've liked you since the first time I saw you." Her smile froze, but I couldn't tell if she was angry or surprised. I didn't give her a chance to speak and continued, "Every time you teach, I'm captivated by your voice. Everything about you fascinates me. I waited for you in the cafeteria for a month before I dared to sit and eat with you..."
I said a lot in one go, and as I spoke, her eyes reddened, and tears streamed down her face. I leaned forward and hugged her. It was the first time I'd ever hugged her. In my arms, she told me she knew I liked her, and she liked me too, but because of our teacher-student relationship, she couldn't do anything, and she thought I would never say it.
I froze for a moment, overwhelmed with unprecedented joy. I excitedly held her face, kissed her, kissed away the tears on her cheeks, then kissed her lips, thrusting my tongue into her mouth, kissing her passionately. She responded to me with equal passion. We kissed for a long, long time, until the bell rang to signal the end of evening self-study. We separated, looked at each other, and laughed together. I knew we were together.
From then on, my life suddenly became exciting. I would secretly spend time with her every day, even skipping evening self-study sessions to be with her. We would cuddle in the office at night. I would sit on my chair, and she would sit on my lap. We would kiss passionately for a long, long time. At first, I only dared to kiss, but later I became bolder and bolder. I would put my hand inside her clothes and touch her waist, then move up and touch her breasts through her bra, then unhook her bra and touch them, then put my hand inside her panties and touch them, kissing her breasts and her vulva. I would have her sit on my desk and lick her most sensitive spot from below, making her orgasm every time, and she would excitedly hug my head.
She would also give me oral sex and let me ejaculate in her mouth. Later, we lay on the floor and did 69. I never penetrated her because neither of us wanted our first time to happen in such a place.
Soon we had an opportunity. Her roommate took a public holiday and went back to her hometown. When I heard the news, I was so excited that I hugged her and spun her around several times. She blushed and slapped me, asking me to put her down. I arrived at her dorm room with great excitement. The girls' dorms were incredibly clean, filled with a fresh scent. Making love in a place like that would be amazing! Just thinking about it made my penis instantly hard. I rushed over and grabbed her from behind.
I started undressing her, touching her breasts. She seemed eager too, turning around to help me undress. Soon we were naked. I carried her to the bed, suppressing my excitement, and slowly began to tease her with my mouth and hands. When I kissed her vulva, I noticed she was more than twice as wet as usual; she seemed even more excited than I was.
"What are we waiting for?" I spread her fair legs, guided my penis, and started thrusting haphazardly towards her lower body. But I couldn't get it in the right spot. She laughed, calling me silly, and then used her hand to guide my penis. With a push, I felt the head of my penis go in. She cried out in pain. I lowered my head and kissed her, slowly continuing to push. She clung to me in pain, her legs wrapped around my waist, urging me to thrust even harder. With a final thrust, my penis was fully inside. She tilted her head back, letting out a painful groan. I kissed her tenderly, afraid to move.
After a while, she said, "Try moving a little." I started slowly thrusting. She said it didn't hurt as much, so I gradually increased the speed of my thrusts. I felt her juices increase, and her vagina became slippery. I fucked her freely, and she, too, lost in the moment, enjoyed it with me…
That time I ejaculated twice. When I was about to do it a third time, she said it hurt too much down there and she couldn't do it anymore. So I had to give up; there's always another time.
Since then, we've had sex more and more often. We've done it in every corner of the office, even with the lights off and the light from the opposite teaching building shining through. We've been having sex like crazy. Once, we were having sex by the window, and we were both looking at the students across the way. We were both so excited, and she suddenly became very wet. From then on, we loved this kind of exciting sex.
It started on the playground, in the woods, in the school cinema, and in the indoor basketball court. Once, we even encountered a pair of students having sex on the basketball court. Because the indoor court amplified the sound, they were already having sex when we entered, thrusting passionately. Xiao Y and I watched from the stands for a while, and I couldn't help but touch her. When I touched her vagina, I found that she was soaking wet. Without saying a word, I grabbed her and started having sex with her on the stands. She tried her best to control her voice, making heavy breathing sounds, which excited me greatly... **********
My Teacher Xiao Y and I (True Story) Continued
The days I spent with Xiao Y were the most beautiful time. Although it wasn't my first love, it surpassed the feeling of first love. Everything was fresh and beautiful. She gave me so many warm and happy feelings. During our time at school, we always wanted to find ways to be together and be intimate.
Winter break arrived quickly, giving us both more time and opportunities to be together. However, she was living in the school's faculty dormitory, sharing with another female teacher, making it inconvenient for me to visit. After all, everything we did was done secretly, and I worried that if it became public, she would be gossiped about among her colleagues, ruining her reputation. She was also afraid that I would be talked about by my classmates, affecting my studies and life. We kept our
secret very well, and sometimes I even found the sneaky feeling fun and exciting. So much so that whenever I had the chance to go to her dormitory when her roommate wasn't there, I would immediately get excited as soon as I entered, grab her, take her to the bed, pull down her pants, and start having sex before she even had time to take off her clothes. After I discovered her liking for sex in stimulating places, her body became very sensitive, and she would get wet very easily.
On a whim, I said, "Little Y, how about we go to your roommate's bed?" She playfully hit me, saying, "You're so naughty! It'll be hard to explain if she comes back and finds the bed moved." I said it was fine, I'd put it back in its original place in a bit, and then I picked her up and put her on my roommate's bed. As soon as I put her down, I started thrusting. She hugged me, her legs wrapped around my waist, and she started panting and moaning. We were both very excited. I said, "My sexy little Y, you seem especially excited on someone else's bed. Do you want me to go in deeper?"
She didn't answer, but just squeezed my buttocks even tighter with her legs. I knew she was shy and embarrassed, so... I reached down and grabbed her buttocks, pressing my entire body against hers and beginning to thrust deeply. She became excited, her hands trembling as she rubbed my hair and licked my ears, which aroused me greatly. The more I fucked her, the more energetic I became. I kneaded her buttocks hard with my hands, feeling her juices flowing down to her anus. I mischievously used my middle finger, dipped in her juices, to press against her anus. She couldn't help but cry out, biting my ear and grabbing my hair. As I thrust hard, I whispered sweet nothings in her ear to stimulate her. Soon, she trembled and climaxed. The climax was intense; she clung tightly to me, trembling violently.
I held her in my arms, letting her rest for a while, kissing and caressing her. My penis was still inside her vagina, already a little soft. She said, "You bad boy, you've killed me. I've never been like this before." Looking at her shy expression, my heart melted. I held her face and gently kissed her. After kissing for a while, she said, "Have you not come yet? Let me suck it out for you." It was the first time I'd ever heard her offer to suck it out for me. I pulled out my penis and brought it to her mouth, still wet with her juices. She swallowed it without hesitation. I was excited, thrilled, and touched. I reached down and started kneading her breasts. Perhaps she had become more sensitive after that orgasm, because I heard her moan softly as soon as I pinched her nipple.
I increased the pressure and kneaded her harder. After a while, she gasped for breath, spat out my penis, and said to me, "I can't take it anymore, come in."
I asked her, "What do you want to come in?"
"You bad boy, I want your thing, the thing I ate earlier."
I didn't tease her anymore. I got into position, spread her legs, and saw that her opening was already wet. Without saying a word, I aimed and thrust in. As soon as I entered, she excitedly hugged me and wrapped her legs around me, sucking on me tightly like an octopus. I knew she had become very horny today. I picked up a pillow and put it under her buttocks, put the blanket at the head of the bed for her to rest her head on, and started a round of intense thrusting with both hands holding her buttocks. Being fucked so violently by me, she no longer cared about being shy and started moaning loudly. She was pushed up onto the blanket behind her, her head buried in the blanket.
I pulled back the covers and asked her, "You little slut, does it feel good to be fucked by your husband?" "Ah..." "I won't say."
I gripped her buttocks tightly and thrust even more violently. "Tell your husband, does it feel good?" "Ah..." "Yes, so good... 　　" " Do you like
being fucked by 　　your husband?" "Yes." "What do you like to be fucked by your husband?" 　　She paused, and I thought she wouldn't say, but she did. "I like being fucked by your husband's cock." "Oh..." "Husband, harder, I'm coming." 　　We were both excited saying lewd things. I had never heard her say anything like that before. Excited, I kept fucking her hard. Soon she came, and I took advantage of her tight vagina during her orgasm to thrust heavily dozens of times and ejaculate, filling her entire uterus. My 　　excited penis remained hard, and I fucked her more than a hundred times after ejaculating. She collapsed onto the bed, limp from my ministrations, her legs trembling uncontrollably. I covered her with a blanket and held her close to keep her warm. She clung tightly to me under the covers, her body still trembling slightly. After a long while, she calmed down, grabbed my head, and kissed me passionately. After the kiss, she shyly buried her face in my chest. 　　I smiled and asked her, "Darling, did it feel good?" 　　She buried her face even deeper, pinching my back with her hands. I held her tenderly, savoring the happiness of that moment. 　　A few days later it would be Chinese New Year, and she would be going back to her hometown. I went to the station to see her off. She cried as she left. I said, "Silly girl, it's not like we'll never see each other again. We'll see each other again when school starts. Have a good New Year. I'll call you; I've memorized your number." 　　She said, "I didn't want to cry, but I couldn't help it. I want to spend the New Year with you." I hugged her and kissed her for the first time in a crowded place at the station. Although it was just a short kiss, it was enough to make me happy for a long time. 　　On New Year's Eve, my parents were busy calling relatives and friends. I finally got my mom's phone and called her. It had been so long since I'd seen her; hearing her voice felt wonderful. She started crying on the phone again. I told her it was bad luck to cry during the New Year, and comforted her for a while. We didn't have a proper chat, afraid of arousing her suspicion. After hanging up, I quickly deleted the call history—no call history would raise suspicion. I then called my best friend, chatted for a bit, wished him a Happy New Year, and that was it. I handed the phone back to my mom. A perfect example of prioritizing romance over friendship. ( 　　Author's note: 　　Because everyone here writes about lust, and there are many other beautiful things we did together besides sex, I won't go into detail. People come here just for the thrill.) Today is the first day of the new year. I feel that posting this about her has a profound meaning, and I also wish all my fellow enthusiasts who read this post a Happy New Year! May everyone eat and drink well, be in great health, enjoy masturbation, have fun, have successful relationships, and avoid getting sick if you like prostitutes. Hehe. We're all men, and it's understandable to like these things. Just love your wife well, after all, she's the one you'll be with for life. I'll stop 　　here for now. I don't know when I'll write again, or maybe I won't write anymore. I'm married now, but not to her. After graduating from high school, I went to the south. The distance and age gap forced us to accept reality. She's also married and has children. We haven't seen each other since, only hearing about her from former classmates. Knowing she's doing well is more important than anything else. I only think of her occasionally, sometimes with sweetness, sometimes with heartache, and so occasionally that I've written this.

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