Me and the music teacher

This holiday, my high school classmates and I had a reunion. Returning to our old school, seeing the familiar faces and the familiar campus, I felt a pang of nostalgia. Strolling slowly through the once-familiar grounds with my friends, passing the music room, memories flooded back, and I chuckled

to myself. Some things are always your secrets. No one can ever know… Our music teacher, Ms. Yu, was in her thirties when she taught us, the perfect age for a woman looking for a husband. Her husband was a bureaucrat in our county. She always dressed elegantly and fashionably for our classes. She was a trendsetter among the girls in our class, and needless to say, every boy had fantasies about her. Back then, I was quiet and introverted, spending my days reading and playing basketball.

I didn't like to talk during class, living a very ordinary life. I certainly admired Ms. Yu immensely, but I never imagined our lives would intersect.

That day, it was late. I came out of a bookstore and ate something casually. My mind was still replaying the tricky book I'd just finished reading, and I kept touching the book I'd just borrowed in my bag. I was feeling quite happy. As I passed through a quiet alley, I suddenly heard hurried footsteps and a woman's voice shouting "Stop thief!" from behind. I turned around and saw a man carrying a woman's purse running towards me, with a woman following about ten meters behind. I tried to dodge, but unexpectedly, the thief charged straight at me. We both fell to the ground, and coincidentally, as we fell, my purse... It hit his genitals. I quickly pushed him away and got up, my leg throbbing with pain. The thief clutched his groin, preparing to get up. I was furious and grabbed my bag, smashing it against his head. The thief released his handbag, waving his hands to cover himself. The woman behind him was catching up. He cursed and ran away. I rubbed my knee, picked up my bag, and looked at the woman who had run towards me. It was Teacher Yu. She gasped for breath and said, "Thank you."

I looked at Teacher Yu, who was wearing a white shirt, the tight fabric protecting her genitals. Her breasts were tight. Two buttons on her shirt were undone. Because she had just stopped running, her breasts were still trembling. I was a little stunned for a moment, blankly handing her the bag. Ms. Yu took the bag and lowered her head to rest for a moment. I quickly snapped out of it and called out, "Ms. Yu, are you alright? Did you lose anything?" She lifted her hair, which was damp with sweat, and looked at me, saying, "No, I'm fine. Thank you so much. You are…" I quickly said, "I'm your classmate from class xxx." She

said "Oh." and asked if I was alright, if I had hurt myself. I waved my hand and said I was fine. I took two steps forward.

Ouch. The pain in my knee made me frown. My body involuntarily bent over. The teacher quickly helped me up: "You said you were fine, are you hurting your knee?" I stammered awkwardly. The teacher's delicate skin against my body made me feel dizzy. I blushed. The teacher didn't notice and reached up to lift my pants, seeing that the skin on my knee was scraped: not far ahead... "This is my house. Come to my house and I'll put some medicine on." I blushed and said it was nothing. "I'll put it on at home." The teacher slapped me: "You're bleeding, and you say it's nothing. Today was all my fault.

Let's go." He said, and walked away. I felt the warmth of the teacher's white shirt under my arm, and followed him hesitantly.

Looking back at the music room, memories flooded back.

There was something that seemed to be the teacher's underwear. I couldn't see it very clearly. The teacher came out with iodine, saying, "Today..." "I'm so sorry, I made you hurt." I said, head down, "It's alright, it's alright. It's just a small scratch."

The teacher chuckled at my embarrassed look: "Why are you so shy? If you get a cold from a scraped skin, it'll be troublesome."

She bent down and rolled up my trouser leg. I struggled slightly. "Teacher, let me do it myself." She laughed and said, "Oh, you're really so shy? I'm your teacher, hurry up." I listened to the teacher's sweet voice and saw the cotton ball soaked in iodine. My lowered eyes... My gaze fell upon the teacher's slightly open neckline, a pure white bra revealing glimpses of her fair skin. Blood seemed to rush to my brain; the teacher's arms were flushed, radiating a faint warmth. I thought I could smell a faint fragrance on her, and the scent of alcohol… alcohol? I jolted awake, sniffing twice.

The teacher heard my voice and looked up, her face red: "Sorry, I had a little to drink." A hint of sadness flashed across her flushed face. I couldn't help but ask… "Teacher, are you alright?" She pulled down my pants, stood up, and sat down next to me. "I'm fine, Teacher. I was just a little upset and went to have a drink."

She placed a can of Coke in front of me. "It's so late, why don't you call home?" I shook my head. "My parents aren't home. It doesn't matter if it's a little late." I blushed as I finished speaking, as if I really wanted to spend more time with Teacher. Teacher blinked and smiled, saying, "Then you should rest and watch some TV. I'm going to take a shower." A strange feeling seemed to linger in the teacher's eyes. I mumbled a soft "hmm."

The sound of running water came from the bathroom; how could I have been so focused on watching TV? Good heavens! I was actually waiting for my teacher to finish showering in his room. A beautiful woman stretched out her fair arms, gently stroking herself, moaning softly. Water dripped slowly down her delicate skin… Scenes from porn movies flashed through my mind, and I felt a surge of heat throughout my body.

Following my teacher towards me, I felt a surge of madness. Good heavens! What was happening? My teacher smiled and walked towards the refrigerator: "Would you like something else?" I mumbled: "No, thank you." Stealing a glance at my teacher, her proportions were even better than those of the porn stars in movies—slender and graceful… A slender neck, a delicate waist, and especially the curves of her upper body and chest—those high, full breasts must possess astonishing elasticity, defying gravity, showing no signs of sagging.

Squinting, I took a closer look. Because the teacher had opened her briefcase to get equipment, a large gap was exposed under her armpits, revealing a pair of breasts that even a black lace bra couldn't conceal; most of the flesh was clearly visible.

Beneath her snow-white armpits grew a patch of dark, sparse armpit hair; those curly hairs, in my eyes, were more astonishing than any aphrodisiac, incredibly sexy. Good
heavens!!! What's wrong with her today? Teacher Yu…
In a daze, the teacher smiled and walked towards me, casually sitting down beside me: What's wrong? I… My face flushed, I whispered, "It's nothing, it's nothing." She glanced at me with a smile: "Don't get your hopes up, I'm used to being casual at home." The teacher leaned down slightly and handed me the snacks she had just placed on the table. A captivatingly sweet scent ignited in my nostrils. I felt like my whole body was on fire.

The teacher chuckled and slowly began to tell me about interesting things at school. I responded to her steadily. I never imagined I could have such a funny side. The teacher seemed to be constantly amused by me, occasionally letting out a clear laugh, her small hand gently hitting me (lower). Shaking my living body, I saw the teacher's milky white skin swaying in front of me, and I had a feeling that this was a dream.

Her perfect, fair body was displayed before me. A pair of breasts that even a black lace bra couldn't contain. A slight tremor, her dark nipples gleaming with intense allure. Beneath her smooth belly, thick pubic hair cascaded gracefully, and her slightly closed labia released gushes of vaginal fluid. The teacher's eyes were half-closed, her delicate white hands gently clutching the sheets.
Time passed quickly amidst our laughter and conversation, and when the clock on the wall struck nine,

I asked, puzzled, "Why hasn't Master come back yet?" The teacher's smiling face instantly darkened. I thought to myself, "Oh no." The teacher smiled bitterly, her face grim. I had heard rumors before about the teacher's extramarital affairs and philandering. It seemed they were true. I didn't know what to say. The atmosphere fell silent. The teacher stood up and walked towards the bedroom. I stared blankly as she came out with an envelope and handed it to me.

I opened the envelope. Inside were photos of a man and woman kissing intimately; the man was her husband, and the woman wasn't her. I didn't know what to say. "Don't you think I'm useless, sir? I can't even keep my own husband." "No, no. Sir, you're the best. Everyone likes you." I hurriedly waved my hands. "Hehe, don't lie to me, sir. I'm so old, who would like me anymore?" "I like you very much, sir." I actually shouted it out loud.

The corners of my teacher's mouth smiled. She looked at me with a very ambiguous expression. I blushed instantly, my face turning bright red: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She gently raised her small hand to cover my mouth: "Thank you." I never thought I would have such courage. "

Do you want to hear my story?" I lowered my head and murmured an "Mmm." The teacher slowly approached me and rested her head on my shoulder. A very clichéd love story: childhood sweethearts who went to school together, slowly falling in love, getting married.

The man, busy with work, left earlier and later each day, sometimes not coming home at all. The woman finally realized her regret. (Fan Da) In the midst of the argument, the man chose to flee home and never return. These photos are evidence of his departure, taken by a private investigator hired by the woman.
The teacher recounted the events in a gentle voice, her body leaning even closer into my arms. I tenderly wrapped my arms around her waist. Her

smooth skin was beneath my touch, and through her nightgown, I could almost feel its delicate smoothness. I finally held her tightly. A tear rolled down the teacher's face, which I gently wiped away. The teacher's entire body rested in my arms. My penis grew even harder. "Yes." The teacher's body swayed slightly, her face flushing: "Hmph, you naughty boy, what are you thinking?"

It seems the teacher still has charm; it's just that he's useless. I listened to the soft whispers escaping her delicate red lips. A pair of snow-white, full breasts, mostly exposed beneath a thin bra, revealed a deep cleavage. The bra straps dug into the teacher's soft, precious body, casting shadows under her armpits and beside her round, tender breasts, exuding allure. I felt my penis harden. It reached a fever pitch. I could no longer control myself.

The teacher's trembling body touched my burning erection, and she stiffened for a moment. In my embarrassment, I felt something soft against my skin. She looked up at me: "Do you have a girlfriend?" I hurriedly shook my head: "No, no." The teacher seemed to nod slightly as if she had made up her mind. Her small hand actually touched my groin. The softness I felt through my pants made my mind go blank. Her small hand moved up and down, and her red lips whispered in my ear: "You really..." "Do you like teachers? Teacher, will you have them?" My head felt like it was exploding, all the blood rushing to my head.

The teacher wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me softly. My arms around her tightened, and my lips responded fiercely to her kiss. Her mouth opened slightly, her tongue intertwining with mine, our saliva mingling. My hands began to slowly move over her waist, gradually sliding down to her round, full, plump, and fleshy breasts. My fingers, through her nightgown, gently massaged her rounded buttocks, leaving no trace of underwear.

She tilted her head back, kissing me passionately, her beautiful eyes slightly closed, her nostrils flaring, her full breasts pressing against my chest with each breath. Our bodies were pressed tightly together, my hard penis pressing against her soft belly. Unconsciously, her tongue slipped into my mouth... Our tongues intertwined in each other's mouths. For a moment, we kissed passionately, lost in a daze.
The teacher's house was on the second floor. It was already evening, and there wasn't much of a scene in the neighborhood. The teacher opened the door, her brow slightly furrowed. I followed her in, completely bewildered. Later, I learned that her husband had been cheating on her, and that day they were arguing about divorce. The teacher helped me sit down; I was such a fool. She said, "Wait a minute." She led me towards the study. I looked around; the teacher's house was quite nicely decorated. She was elegant. Through the window, I saw a dress hanging on the balcony.

Suddenly, the teacher's lips parted, and she blushed, pulling me to my feet: "Let's not stay here." Uncontrollably, I followed her to the bedroom. The teacher looked at me, stunned, by the bed, her alluring body emitting soft giggles. Somewhat exasperated, I grabbed her and threw her onto the bed, passionately kissing her. My hands weren't idle either; my left hand slowly slipped under her nightgown along her smooth thigh, achieving my fantasy. My hand reached out, touching her delicate skin, her buttocks undulating under my large hand. My right hand slid down the neckline of her nightgown, caressing her fair shoulders and neck.

She responded passionately, her entire body seemingly melting into my embrace. Her small hands kept tugging at my t-shirt, reaching for my back. Her thighs parted slightly, wrapping around my waist.

Finally, I traced my hand down her slender buttocks to her vulva, touching her soft, fleshy labia, gently… I gently stroked the teacher's delicate labia. The teacher's body trembled violently, letting out a soft moan.
Her vulva was completely wet, and my fingers moved back and forth at the entrance. A scene I had never imagined was actually happening to me.

The teacher, seemingly unable to bear the harassment, trembled and pulled my clothes up. Her slightly closed eyes opened a little, and her delicate red lips revealed: "What are you waiting for?" I hurriedly got up and took off my clothes... Everything on her body. Then, supporting her figure, I slowly removed her nightgown.

The goddess I had been dreaming of was right in front of me. Trembling, I bent down and awkwardly reached for her high, full breasts, slipping inside her black bra to grasp those sacred peaks. She let out a soft, gracious moan and embraced me. I arched my back and untied her lace. Casually tossing it aside, I kissed her breasts. They displayed their incongruous shapes before me. My penis was gently held in my teacher's hand, displaying an even more magnificent size.

Now, my teacher's body was completely exposed before me, her nipple in my mouth, my hands constantly caressing her body. She responded passionately to my caresses, her thighs involuntarily wrapping around my waist. Her fiery body intensified my desire. I impatiently pulled back my teacher's small hand, using my penis to press against her tender lips. I was extremely embarrassed, unable to find the right entrance.

My teacher slightly struggled... She looked at me and whispered, "Little rascal." She grasped my penis with her small hand and slowly guided it into her vagina.

My penis slid into her vagina in no time; the feeling was unforgettable. She frowned, and I eagerly pushed my penis deeper into her vagina. Her breathing became noticeably heavier, and she gripped my arms tightly: "Little rascal, be gentle." I leaned down and gently kissed her. My penis entered her completely, and she moved slightly, her large buttocks... It was undulating upwards. I began to slowly thrust in and out, and the teacher gently moved to match my movements. I felt incredibly good.

The teacher let out a loud groan, her small hands tightly gripping my arms. I didn't pull out my penis, but lowered my head and kissed the teacher's small mouth fiercely. I pressed myself against the teacher's body, feeling her erect nipples rubbing against my chest. The teacher held my head, her small hands running through my hair. We breathed heavily.
My penis entered the teacher's vagina... It quickly became very slippery. The delicate vaginal canal tightly gripped my penis; the teacher's body was nothing like the loose, yielding bodies described in the erotic novels I'd read. Perhaps it was because the teacher hadn't had children yet. I finally couldn't help but feel a tingling sensation at the head of my penis; I was about to ejaculate. The teacher, being experienced, sensed my increased movements and quickened her pace, cooperating with me. I finally couldn't help but ejaculate; I thrust rapidly, and scalding semen gushed into the teacher's body.

The intense emotions gradually subsided. I grasped my teacher's breasts, teasing her nipples. She lay on my shoulder, resting quietly. I couldn't believe what had just happened, yet it was undeniable.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have been so careless as to be robbed. You know, my teacher used to be an athletic champion. As she spoke, she raised her fair arm and gestured in front of me. I was amused by her expression. She smiled and said, "Rest for a while, I'll go get you something to drink."
Her lively body was still in my arms.

The intoxicating scent filled the room as I gently kissed her hair. My still-erect penis swelled again inside her vagina. She lifted her head and smiled seductively at me, her eyes sparkling: "Hehe, you're so good. I'll take good care of you."

She turned and pressed me down, taking my slid-out penis and aiming it at her vagina. She slowly lowered herself, her snow-white breasts moving with her thrusts, creating perfect back-and-forth arcs. I gently... He kneaded and thrust violently…

All night, we made love intensely, in all sorts of positions. The teacher's delicate mouth kept emitting moans, revealing words like "You're so good." Completely forgetting time, we both remembered our frenzy. Finally, after another thick ejaculation into the teacher's vagina, I covered her body and drifted off to sleep.
"Hey, what are you laughing at?" "

Nothing." "

You're the one laughing at me." Lost in
thought, the teacher slowly emerged. She was wearing a light purple nightgown. The thin nightgown covered her body, and even in her thirties, she still possessed a stunning figure; her full breasts made the nightgown look curvaceous.

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