Lustful teacher's buttocks

It was a boarding experimental public high school.

This suited my parents' wishes perfectly; it saved them time and effort, and they could attend social events whenever they wanted. It was

also around that time that I learned to wash my own clothes.

There were three pairs of bunk beds in each dormitory. The students at this school were either officials or top students, and everyone was
quite upright, with a good learning atmosphere.

I hadn't learned to masturbate in high school, so I had nocturnal emissions every week. Mondays were manageable, but Fridays were a problem.
I had to wear smelly underwear to class, or go naked.

Now let me talk about our school. Our school was an experimental high school run by the district government, and it was incredibly prestigious. You couldn't
get in unless you were in the top 500 in the entire district. I scored over 600, and with my parents' help, I finally got into this
school.

To build its reputation and compete with the century-old high school in the same district, the school spent a huge sum of money (of course, the district
covered the cost) to recruit teachers nationwide. Teachers from other areas had dedicated dormitories.

School was five days a week, and for our safety, we went home on Saturdays.

The classroom dormitories were in front of the student dormitories, separated by a small, symbolic fence, and
equipped with air conditioning, TVs, and water heaters.

How do I know? Because I've been there. I'll explain later.

Each classroom dormitory was a single room, somewhat like the current doctoral dormitories, about the same size as the student dormitories, around
15-20 square meters.

From the beginning of high school, my grades weren't outstanding; in fact, they were quite poor. Out of 300 students, I ranked between
80th and 280th.

I don't know if it was my subconscious desire or fate. My parents constantly nagged me about my bad grades,
telling me to work harder—a far cry from my middle school rankings.

But the final college entrance exam proved that this ranking fostered a good mindset. I'd been in the top 100 before, and
in the bottom 100 before; as long as I performed consistently, getting into a top-tier university shouldn't be a problem.

A number of students who were in the top 50 failed; poor kids, the pressure they were under was too heavy.

My family is very wealthy, not from any gray or black market income. My parents are both officials at the department level or above,
so we don't need to use our own salaries to support ourselves.

I bought a computer in my third year of junior high school. The most popular game at that time was .
I played it every weekend, neglecting to eat or sleep, but I didn't fall behind in my grades or develop nearsightedness.

In high school, we started taking geography, which was my favorite subject. The teacher was also quite unique. Everyone called him Wong Fei-
hung, a nickname derived from a time when he famously kicked over a student's desk with a single kick.

I had already honed my knowledge of world maps and natural resources in during my third year of junior high school. Whenever I had a question-and-
answer session with classmates about country capitals, I had a much higher chance of winning.

I still vividly remember which region corresponds to which continental or subtropical climate. Ultimately, with the teacher's
approval and the encouragement of my classmates, I became the geography class representative.

In our second year of high school, Mr. Huang Feihong, having offended the school leaders, still managed to beat up a student with connections. Anyway,
given his arrogant personality, he was bound to offend someone someday.

Our geography teacher changed; she was a voluptuous young woman. In terms of teaching ability, she wasn't much worse than Mr. Huang Feihong,
but because everyone was experiencing puppy love or simply liked this geography teacher, everyone's enthusiasm for learning was high, and our
class's geography scores were always among the top in monthly exams.

However, a problem arose. Before, Mr. Huang Feihong was a male teacher, and we could carry the homework ourselves. But this Ms. Xu
was a woman, and carrying the homework was a bit of a struggle. After carrying it a few times, she asked me to deliver it to her dormitory.

Every morning I collected the homework, and before afternoon classes, I would deliver it to her dormitory. I always held teachers in high esteem
; respecting teachers and valuing education was something my parents instilled in me from a young age.

But after delivering it so many times, it just became the same old thing: I'd open the door, call out, and then put it down.

One day after lunch, I delivered homework to her dorm (I delivered homework every day). She was
showering when I arrived, and she told me to put it on the counter, so I did. After putting it down, smelling
the scent of her shower in the dorm, my penis was incredibly hard. So I weakly said, "I'm leaving," and quickly left, covering my genitals
.

How embarrassing! Why did my penis get so hard? What if the teacher saw it and told my parents
? Then I thought, wait a minute, the teacher knew I was delivering homework and was showering—wasn't that obviously seducing me?

Maybe there was something else going on.

In the following days, I didn't see anything unusual from the teacher; maybe I was just overthinking it. But every day
when I delivered homework, the teacher's gaze was somewhat dreamy and unsmiling.

One Friday morning, I had a wet dream about penetrating a woman. I couldn't see her face clearly, but she had very white skin, a voluptuous figure, and
a large butt. I'd never seen a woman's private parts before, so I didn't know how I penetrated her, and suddenly I ejaculated.

I quickly woke up and tried to block it with my hand, but the semen had liquefied and turned into liquid, staining my underwear.

I wonder if any of you men have noticed that the semen produced by nocturnal emission has a particularly strong smell. Perhaps this is
the qualitative change resulting from the accumulation of quantity.

I was particularly nervous when I went to deliver the notebook at noon, wondering if Teacher Xu would smell me. If
she did, it would be incredibly embarrassing.

As soon as I opened the door, I smelled the scent of a shower. Based on the soaps I've used, there didn't seem to be any matching data, so I didn't know
what she used.

I was overjoyed; the teacher wouldn't be able to smell me unless she came out. I quickly put it down and prepared to leave. Just as I was about to speak,
Teacher Xu's buzzing voice came from the bathroom, "Put it on the counter, sit for a while, and wait for the teacher to come out." At first, I
thought was telling me to leave. My penis, which had been sealed with semen like glue in the morning, was gradually swelling and felt a little painful. In the
end, my penis was so protruding when I was standing that I had no choice but to sit down and wait for the teacher to come out.

She wore a form-fitting dress, revealing her fair calves and a section of her thighs. Her wet hair was
being dried , and the steam rising from the bathroom made her look like a fairy. The scent of her post-shower fragrance wafted towards me.

My penis became even harder. Wasn't the woman in my dream this morning fair-skinned? Could it be that I subconsciously
harbored such a deep affection for my teacher?

"Hello, Teacher Xu," I said, pretending to stand up, but standing up would expose my erect penis to her.

"No need to stand up, sit down," thankfully Ms. Xu said just in time.

Ms. Xu sat down, wiping the water stains from her head with a towel in both hands. From the side, I could see the fine armpit hair and erect nipples under her
arms .

Although I hadn't seen pubic hair since I grew up, I had seen other people's exposed skin, and other people's nipples probably weren't
this erect.

An unexpected scene happened. Usually, in comics, the male protagonist gets a nosebleed, but I didn't get a nosebleed; I fucking
ejaculated. Ugh.

The smell of the morning's semen had been mostly covered up by the fragrance of my shower, but the freshly ejaculated semen
soaked my sports pants (the school uniform, spring/summer wear).

I quickly crossed my hands in front of my crotch. Ms. Xu didn't notice anything unusual, but my quick movement aroused
her alertness.

"Li Xiang, are you feeling unwell?" Ms. Xu asked gently, turning her head to the side. "No, no," I lowered my head awkwardly,
my face turning red all the way to my ears.

Ms. Xu continued drying her hair, and time seemed to drag on endlessly. Looking back, I realized she
must have been seducing me back then.

Watching her heaving breasts, my mouth slowly grew dry. Through
the gaps in her clothes and skin under her armpits, I could vaguely see her white breasts.

My penis, still throbbing from ejaculation, seemed to beat at the same frequency as my heart. My breathing grew heavier
; I felt an alluring opportunity before me.

If I got scolded by the teacher, she probably wouldn't tell my parents, because she would find such a thing difficult to talk about; at most,
she would warn me not to do it again.

If I wasn't caught, then I could explore the shape beneath her clothes,
fully comprehending the image of the woman I had a spiritual connection with in my dreams.

After considering it, I decided to hug her waist.

Youth gives you vitality, and the hormones secreted by your testicles make you brave. Why do people say cowards are
spineless? Because they lack testicles.

"Ms. Xu, I like you," I said, finally hugging her waist as I had hoped. She seemed a little plump, which
suited her voluptuous appearance.

Ms. Xu's stomach suddenly tightened slightly, then returned to normal. I felt that being able to hold
Ms. Xu like this was enough; at least I'd been with a woman before.

Ms. Xu remained calm. She told me to let go, without scolding or using her usual classroom tone, speaking as if
she were simply talking to a child.

She turned away to finish drying her hair, asking me to help her with the difficult parts. Although I couldn't figure out
what she was thinking, at least she wouldn't scold me.

"Am I pretty, teacher?" Ms. Xu asked after applying her skincare products.

"You're the most beautiful in my heart," I replied honestly.

Seeing her satisfied smile, my heart completely relaxed. I buried my face in her chest.

The soft cotton fabric is unforgettable; I now prefer my girlfriend to wear cotton underwear,
perhaps a result of that initial impression.

Round, soft, delicate, and cool—completely different from the muscular figures displayed in the boys' dormitory.

I don't actually like breastfeeding, but seeing how excited Ms. Xu was when I suckled, I felt like a
gamer who doesn't like pressing buttons, but needs the actions of the character to complete the game.

And that plump buttocks—women's butts are so big, but their underwear is so small. Are they
uncomfortable wearing them?

I didn't know women also have pubic hair, but it's neater than men's messy hair.

Ms. Xu wouldn't let me touch her vulva. When I spread her labia majora with my hands to see the moist flesh inside, she wouldn't let
me look.

My penis, which had just ejaculated, didn't soften but became even harder; youth is an asset. My sweatpants were easy
to pull down, and the strong smell of semen made me very shy, but Ms. Xu seemed to enjoy it.

She didn't avoid my penis, which was covered in solidified semen, and started smelling it.

I was stimulated by the warm breath from her nose, and my penis started pounding again. I felt like I was about to
ejaculate, but I didn't. Looking down at Ms. Xu, I saw how much she liked my penis,
smelling it like she was on drugs.

Her place was a hundred times more real than in my dreams. At first, I couldn't get in; she had to guide me slowly with her hand until
I could.

It was a little painful at first; my penis, without the foreskin retracted, needed to experience the warmth of a woman's mouth to be reborn. Her

round, smooth buttocks had a place that could accommodate my penis, and I was right there, slowly
thrusting in and out. For the first time, I didn't ejaculate from vaginal stimulation; I just ejaculated because of the scene itself.

When my penis was pulled out, it trailed bloody mucus, still not soft. The mucus that had connected our genitals
slowly dripped down like lotus root threads.

My panicked eyes looked at the teacher's face, and her smile gave me a surge of confidence
. Perhaps this is what the feeling between husband and wife is like.

The preparatory bell for class pulled me back from my tense and excited state. The teacher used a warm, damp towel to wipe my
penis and told me to pay attention in class.

When I arrived at the classroom, the teacher hadn't come yet, and I didn't concentrate on any of the afternoon classes. My classmates saw that I was absent-minded and assumed I was just eager
to go home, they didn't think much of it.

On Saturday, my classmates gradually went home, but I pretended to sleep in until almost noon and sneaked into the dormitory
.

Most of the other female teachers were out shopping, and when I pushed on Ms. Xu's door, it wasn't locked.

"Good thing you know what's good for you," Ms. Xu said. She was no longer the solemn and serious teacher she was in class; she seemed like a
wife waiting for her husband to return home.

Women who take emergency contraception experience temporary bleeding, similar to menstruation. Ms. Xu therefore refused
my sexual advances.

The most pleasurable thing about a woman's body is the friction of her skin after waking up; the coolness of her buttocks aroused my desire
more , but since I couldn't penetrate her, she ended up helping me with my hand.

I stayed in Ms. Xu's dormitory until the afternoon before going home.

After that, I continued to go to her dormitory every day to hand in my homework, and sometimes even my semen.

From my conversation with my teacher, I learned about her sexual frustration. Her husband lived in another city and couldn't meet her needs, and
her infertility was gradually weakening the family's cohesion. Now, she was only nominally married; her husband wouldn't see her for months at a
time.

Teacher Xu didn't let me indulge in sex; instead, she constantly guided me in the right direction. After the college entrance exam,
we indulged in sex for a day.

"Don't come looking for me now that you're in university. You should have your own life. I'm going back to Jiangsu next semester,"

these words, like a thunderbolt, came from the mouth of this teacher who was also my wife. I couldn't accept it.

After starting university, I visited her under the pretext of seeing her, but she had resigned.

Thank you so much, Teacher Xu, you guided me on my path in life and on my path in love.

[The End]

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