My story with the "Secret Carving" teacher

This happened about ten years ago—when I had just entered a junior high school in Taichung County
. I remember there were two teachers I disliked the most: the PE teacher and the music teacher
.
The PE teacher was a man, and he was very fierce in class and liked to swear. However, he
has nothing to do with what I'm going to talk about today, so let's skip him…
What does happen is the music teacher. She was a woman, and she was even fiercer in class. Although she didn't swear,
we were more afraid of her and thought she was a bit weird.
For example, she seemed to hate it when students forgot their textbooks. If you accidentally forgot yours, she would come up with a way
to punish you. Not only would she hit your hand, but she would also make us call our families to bring our textbooks to school!
This was simply asking the impossible! By the time our families brought our textbooks, class would have already ended!
What else could this be but weird?
One of her students gave her a very famous nickname: "Secret Carving." Those who have watched puppet
shows before should recognize her, right? That's right, it's that mysterious, hunchbacked monster, Mi Diao!
I think her nickname stems not only from her somewhat eccentric personality but also from her appearance and physique
.
Her hair isn't long, usually tied in a short ponytail. While not beautiful, she
's not repulsive either. Her eyes, though single-lidded, are large and piercing, coupled with sparse eyebrows
and a sallow complexion—when she stares at you, you're sure to be frightened!
She's not tall, I guess probably less than 150 centimeters, and a little overweight, so when people see
her and hear the nickname the students gave her—"Mi Diao"—they often unconsciously
chuckle knowingly.
Once, I saw a car driving at school with no driver in sight, which startled me
; I thought it was a ghost car. Upon closer inspection, I realized she was so short that I hadn't even noticed
there was someone in the driver's seat!
Another time, unfortunately, I forgot my textbook again! I was too afraid to confess, because she had
threatened us before that if anyone forgot their textbook again, she would hit their hand with a rattan cane instead of their palm!
Good heavens! That would hurt so much! Terrified, I found a textbook and pretended it was a music textbook.
I was on tenterhooks during class, terrified she would come and find out, because she had asked at the beginning of the class
if anyone had forgotten their textbook. No one stood up! I thought, if I'm the only one who forgot
, I'm in even worse shape! But that's how things are—the things you worry about most are the things that happen
!
Finally, class was almost over, and I was feeling relieved, but unfortunately, she still found out! So,
angry, she started checking everyone's textbooks, and even worse—this time, I was the only one who hadn't brought mine! It was truly
a case of misfortunes never coming singly! Just when I had resigned myself to my fate, the school bell rang like a savior.
She then told me to come to her counseling office after lunch. After she left, I inevitably became
the object of my classmates' schadenfreude!
After enduring two periods of anxiety, I hastily finished my lunch. Sacrificing
the joy of eating ice cream after lunch, I went alone to the counseling office to report to "Secret Carving" with a heart full of fear.
Entering the counseling office, I saw her eating her lunch alone at her desk, in one of those metal lunchboxes
. I guessed she had prepared it herself.
Back then, almost everyone ate custom-made lunches; it seemed very rare for anyone to prepare their own from home. I thought to myself, she
truly lived up to her reputation for being different! It's just too unfair for someone like her to be a music teacher and also a counselor
! I felt she was the one who needed counseling!
Before she had finished her lunch, she told me to wait beside her. Finally, she finished eating.
She asked, "Why didn't you bring your textbook?"
I replied, "I forgot!"
She said, "Forgot? You dare say that? How many times has this happened?"
I honestly couldn't remember how many times this had happened, so I could only reply, "I promise I won't
forget next time."
She continued, "Do you know? I've been watching you for a long time! It seems like you're always the one who forgets!"
I lowered my head in shame.
This clearly didn't move her, so she said, "You all say the same thing! Next time, it'll be
the same few of you who forget!"
I said dejectedly, "Please give me another chance, teacher."
She said angrily, "How can I trust you guys!" Then, she stood up and went into
a small room separated by a filing cabinet, saying, "Come over here."
I followed her inside, and she sat on the sofa, saying, "Come here, sit here."
I sat on the sofa next to her as she instructed. She looked at me and said, "Okay, tell me, why
do you always disregard what I say?"
I didn't know what to say, so I said, "Teacher, I'll be more careful in the future and won't do it again
."
She said, "Then why didn't you pay attention before? Did you look down on me?"
I said fearfully, "No."
I think she couldn't think of anything to say to me right away, so we were silent for a moment.
Then she suddenly reached out and touched my penis through my pants. I was caught off guard and hurriedly
moved her hand away,
thinking: Is this her punishment for me?!
She didn't say anything, but moved her hand back and continued touching my penis, even grabbing it. I didn't dare resist and could only
silently accept the punishment.
Then she said, "Come on, sit on my lap."
I hesitated for a moment before carefully sitting on her lap.
Then she unbuckled my belt and pants, pulled my underwear up to my thighs, and then grabbed my penis
.
To my utter shock, she said, "It's so small!"
How awful! That really hurt my fragile heart!
However, after watching for a while, she grabbed my penis and started rubbing it up and down to masturbate me
.
My penis started to get hard, and she seemed satisfied, saying, "Does it
feel itchy?"
I replied, "Mmm."
I guessed she probably didn't know I'd been masturbating since fifth grade. However, her
method was different from mine.
Being masturbated by my teacher felt like a kind of masochistic pleasure. But as the pleasure
increased, I fantasized about having sex with my female classmates from elementary school. Sigh,
what can I do? Back then, junior high was segregated by gender, which made it hard to find a sexual object for my fantasies!
Then, while masturbating me, she asked, "Does it hurt? Tell me if it hurts."
Actually, I wanted to say, "Teacher, you're hurting me." Because when her hand gripped my penis and rubbed it up and down
, her nails seemed to poke at my glans, which hurt quite a bit. But I didn't dare say anything. So I just let
her do as she pleased.
However, as the pleasure gradually intensified, the pain became insignificant. At that moment, I really wanted to tell
her, "Teacher, please use more force, faster, okay?" But I didn't dare to say it.
But things eventually came to a close—I finally reached the peak of pleasure.
She seemed to notice my reaction. She stopped rubbing me and tightly gripped
my penis, helping me reach even greater pleasure.
However, after a short while, she seemed to have a question, which she didn't voice. But I guess she was wondering
why I hadn't ejaculated.
To be honest, it's embarrassing to admit. Actually, it was the result of masturbation the night before.
She probably still thought I wasn't fully developed. But soon, a few drops of semen flowed from my urethra
. She looked at it, and as if it were a precious treasure, she got up, knelt in front of me, and began sucking my penis
.
While she was sucking, I could feel her teeth inside my penis, which was
a little different from what I usually imagined oral sex to be like. Honestly, she should have given me oral sex from the beginning. By now, I'd ejaculated
, and my penis was soft, so it wasn't as stimulating anymore.
After about a minute, she spat my penis out of her mouth and went to the trash can
to spit out her saliva. I saw long, sticky streams of fluid flowing from her mouth into the trash can; she
seemed to be struggling to do it. I'd thought she was going to swallow all my semen.
Then, she turned back, took some tissues from her pocket, and wiped my penis clean. Then she told me to put my pants
back on.
She said, "Okay, now go back to the classroom."
At that moment, I looked at her and couldn't resist reaching out to touch her breasts.
She was startled and pulled away. She glared at me, a little angry, and said, "How could you do this!"
I quickly replied, "I'm sorry, teacher. I was just curious."
She said, "Is it okay to do this just because you're curious?" After a while, she said, "Okay, never mind. Don't
tell anyone when you get back."
I hurriedly replied, "Okay," and left.
That night, when I got home and lay in bed preparing to sleep, I kept thinking about it. I kept
replaying the events in my mind, filled with questions—why didn't she just have sex with me? At the same time, I felt
regretful because I couldn't help but touch her breasts, but I only felt her bra through her clothes.
Maybe I have a mother complex? I'm always filled with a love for women's breasts. Thinking about it, I
couldn't help but get excited, so I started masturbating again. While masturbating, I fantasized about
having sex with her. After finally finishing, I calmed down and realized that it was disgusting that I would fantasize about having sex with this strange teacher who was considered ugly and short
by my classmates .
Before, my sexual fantasies were always about my gentle and refined
Chinese teacher or my beautiful and alluring English teacher! How did I end up like this? I never imagined
this incident would become a shadow in my heart, and she would become the most frequent
object of my sexual fantasies! She's a devil!
In subsequent music classes, even if she saw me, she would pretend not to know me. But I would often
stare at her absentmindedly during class, fantasizing about unspeakable things.
After entering the second year of junior high, we were reassigned to different classes. My music teacher wasn't her anymore, but she became
my Scout teacher!
When I attended her Scout class for the first time, I thought that this time, like before, she would pretend
that nothing had happened between us, right?
But, right after class, she called me from the hallway. She said, "Wang XX, can you come to the counseling office
to see me at noon?"
I replied, "Okay."
She turned and walked away.
At that moment, my heart was pounding. I wondered if the teacher was going to do "that" with me again.
Finally, noon arrived, and I went to the counseling room as agreed. I was even thinking that maybe this would be my
first time experiencing sex with a woman.
After entering the counseling room, she asked me to sit down. She said, "What do you think of me?"
I replied, "Very good, just a little fierce."
She smiled and replied, "Really?"
I felt strange, as I'd never seen her smile before.
She continued, "I know you all think I'm fierce and hate me, right?"
I said, "No."
She said, "You hate me too, right?"
I said, "No."
She said again, "I know you really dislike me; I can see it in your eyes."
To be honest, although I didn't like her at that time, I didn't hate her either! And somehow,
I even felt a little sorry for her. But she insisted that she could tell I hated her from my eyes.
Oh no! This is unbelievable! And she's a tutor, no doubt about it! So I kept quiet.
Then she said, "Want to come to my house this Sunday?"
I asked her, "Where does my house live?"
She said, "In Dajia."
I said, "I don't know how to get to Dajia."
She said, "I can take you." She added, "Okay, this Sunday morning at nine o'clock,
wait for me at the side gate of the school, and I'll take you there."
I thought to myself: Is my teacher really going to do *that* with me this time?
So I replied, "Okay."
On Sunday morning, I arrived on time, and a red car was already waiting there. She
called me from the car, and I got in.
The car arrived in Dajia in less than half an hour. After I got out of the car, I realized we had arrived at a hotel
. I wondered why we weren't at her house? Was it because it was inconvenient to do *that*?
I followed her into the hotel.
I looked at her back. She was wearing a white top, a knee-length red pencil skirt, white stockings, and
red high heels. Her hair was no longer tied up as usual, but let down, and there was even a
white bow pinned to it.
A woman nearing forty, trying to seduce a man, had to dress so youthfully, so incongruous with her age.
I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. Perhaps it was her eccentric and withdrawn personality that left her lonely, friendless, and without
the taste of love, making her so lonely and yearning for a man's comfort.
My classmate told me that she grew up in a single-parent family. Her father was a veteran who retreated from mainland China to Taiwan.
He was alone, and after much difficulty, he finally married, only to have his wife run off with another man, leaving
her, who was only two years old at the time, behind. After raising her to adulthood and making her a teacher, he suffered a stroke and became paralyzed, confined to
his home. She cared for him every day.
Thinking of this, I felt pity. Alright! I'll offer her my first time to satisfy her
! Then, I followed her up the stairs and into the room.
She locked the door, and my heart was pounding. Then, we took off our shoes and
sat together on the edge of the bed.
She asked, "Are you nervous?"
I said, "No."
She said, "You seem very nervous. It's okay, relax." Then she started to
take off her pencil skirt.
When she was about to take off her top, she saw me sitting still and said, "Why aren't you moving? Take
your clothes off."
I did as she said, watching her undress. She was wearing a
white bra with a corset and lace.
Then, when she tried to unhook the back of her bra, she seemed to have trouble; one hook would
n't come off. Seeing her pulling at that hook, I really wanted to help her, but I didn't dare.
Finally, she managed to unhook the bra completely. When she pulled it off her arms, I finally saw
her breasts; they looked quite full, even a little large.
Then she started taking off her pantyhose, suddenly turning to look at me and saying, "What's so interesting? Take your pants
off."
It turned out that when I was down to my underwear, I hesitated because it was my first time
. At her command, I quickly took off my underwear as well.
By then, she had already taken off hers. She sat next to me, reached out and touched my
penis, holding it in her hand, looking at it, and said, "Your thing is very beautiful."
I never dreamed that my penis would be praised by my teacher! I stared at her round, large breasts
, finally mustering the courage to touch them. Thankfully, she didn't stop me this time.
Touching a woman's breasts for the first time felt novel and exciting; they felt like a lump
of flesh swaying in front of her. Her areolas were large, and their color wasn't as dark as some older women's or women who had been with many men
. I know many men prefer women with small areolas, but I prefer
women with large areolas. I think it might be related to the large areolas of the woman I slept with for the first time.
I started kneading her breasts with my hands, and my eyes began to stare at her genitals. Because her pubic hair and thighs
weren't fully open, I couldn't see her private parts. I wanted to reach out and touch them, but I didn't have the courage.
At this moment, I noticed that her hands were covered with burn scars, which was a bit scary. She seemed to know
my doubts and said, "This is from when I was little, I was accidentally scalded by boiling water."
I just blankly responded with an "Oh."
Then she said, "Come on! Lie down."
I lay down, and soon I felt my penis being tightly covered by her mouth, and she began to suck and spit it
out, letting my penis move in and out of her mouth. I thought to myself: her technique has really improved
a lot since last time!
After stroking my penis a dozen times, she spat it out of her mouth and said, "Salty." Then
she said, "Okay, get up." Next, she lay down beside me, spread her legs, and said, "Come on."
So I got up and knelt between her legs. I thought her spreading her legs was a form of permission, so I boldly
reached out and touched her vulva.
Before, I had only seen women's genitals in books; this time, I not only saw a real woman's vulva but was also
touching it with my hand. My long-cherished dream had finally come true! I felt that a woman's vulva was
much softer than I had imagined.
Unable to resist the temptation of curiosity, I bent down and brought my eyes close to her vulva, wanting to
see clearly. I discovered that her labia were quite large and fleshy, a color close to flesh with a hint of red, and their shape
was very beautiful. Unlike some women's labia, which are either strangely shaped or dark or
purple in color.
As I grew older and met more women, I realized that none of them could compare to my teacher
's vulva in terms of beauty. A woman whose face wasn't attractive, yet her genitals were so alluring—it was truly...
You can't judge a book by its cover! It seems God is fair!
So, everyone, if your girlfriend isn't pretty, don't be discouraged and neglect
her. Maybe after getting to know her better, you'll discover her "inner beauty."
At that moment, I was looking at her genitals while fiddling with them to get a better look. Suddenly
, I had the urge to lick her vulva. Unexpectedly, she saw through me and said, "Don't
lick."
I was stunned, thinking, how did she know I wanted to lick her vulva?
I had no choice but to lift my head and grab her breasts again, starting to caress and knead them, then I brought my
mouth to lick her nipples. This time she didn't stop me, so I started sucking on her nipples; they
were quite large. As I sucked, I switched to the other nipple, sucking more and more enthusiastically,
refusing to let go for a long time, and even reaching out to caress her other breast.
Then she said, "Okay, can you still suck out milk?"
Reluctantly, I gave up and stroked her lower abdomen again. She was a slightly overweight woman
, her lower abdomen protruding. Then my hand moved to her vulva and began to caress it.
I looked at her while manipulating her labia. Honestly, her vulva was really beautiful—
her pubic hair was thick and soft. Her labia majora were large, seemingly with a lot of fat, making her
vulva look plump. Her labia minora were well-shaped and thick, protruding from the thick pubic hair,
unlike many women whose vulvas are completely hidden by pubic hair. So, having the opportunity to see my teacher's vulva was
a great visual treat.
At this moment, the teacher seemed a little angry and embarrassed, and said, "What's so interesting about this? Hurry up and come on up
."
I knew she wanted me to penetrate her, so I lifted my penis and guided it to her vulva. But my penis
kept getting stuck at the entrance of her vagina. I tried several times but couldn't get it in, which was really embarrassing.
The teacher seemed to sympathize with me, so she reached out and held my penis, saying, "Okay." So,
I gratefully pushed hard, and easily inserted my penis into her vagina.
Then, I held her legs with both hands and began to slowly thrust in and out. Watching my penis go in and
out of her vagina, I thought I had finally experienced the pleasure between a man and a woman, something I had always longed for.
After about a dozen thrusts, I unsatisfied, reached out and caressed her breasts. First, I used my hands to
push them into two mounds, then let them spread out. After doing this a few times, I grabbed them and
held them tightly, moving and rotating them, enjoying the pleasure of playing with a woman's breasts.
Suddenly, I realized that while I was busy touching her breasts, I had forgotten that my penis still had work to do! So
, I resumed the motion of slowly inserting my penis into the teacher's vagina and gently pulling it out.
But my hands couldn't bear to let go of her beautiful breasts, gripping them tightly as if afraid they would escape. At that moment, I felt my hands touching her full breasts, watching my penis appear and disappear
within her vagina . All my previous sexual fantasies had come true; it was incredibly pleasurable. 　　She probably disapproved of my behavior and said, "Get on top of me." So I lay on top of her and continued thrusting. 　　Perhaps I was blinded by lust at that moment, and I disregarded her appearance, feeling an urge to kiss her. I asked her, "Teacher, can I kiss you?" 　　She said, "No." 　　I said, "Why?" 　　She replied, "I'm wearing lipstick; it will get dirty." 　　Looking back, it's probably for the best. I've already lost my virginity to this old monster; thankfully, I didn't lose it along with my first kiss . 　　Suddenly, I had a thought: I wanted to try the dog-like position. So I said, "Teacher, can we try a different position?" 　　The teacher asked, "What position?" 　　I said, "You lie down, and I'll enter you from behind." 　　She said, "Okay. Get up." 　　So I got up and pulled out my penis. She got up, turned around, and knelt down with her back to me, her buttocks facing me. 　　Although her legs were short and thick, her buttocks were quite alluring, white with a rosy tint, and rather plump, unlike my current girlfriend's flat buttocks, which was a real flaw. I tried to insert my penis between the teacher's plump buttocks again, but this time I still couldn't get it in. 　　The teacher probably noticed my predicament, so she reached out and guided my penis into her vagina. 　　After successfully inserting it, I held the teacher's body and began thrusting. At this time, the teacher buried her head on the pillow , seemingly resting because she was a little tired. 　　After about twenty or thirty thrusts, I felt the pleasure gradually increasing, but I really didn't want to ejaculate so soon. I wanted to enjoy it a little longer, so I stopped thrusting, lay on her back, and enjoyed the tender moment. Then I reached out and fondled her breasts. 　　At this moment, she asked, "Why aren't you moving?" 　　I didn't want to leave her body, so I brought my face close to her ear, pressed my chest against her back, and began to twist my hips and continue thrusting. At this moment, I was panting as I thrust, and I could also smell the fragrance in her hair. 　　I was probably too intoxicated by it, forgetting that I was having sex with a woman who was ugly and might be old enough to be my mother. I even started fantasizing that she was my lover, and how wonderful it would be if we could keep making love like this forever. I also thought that it would be a great pleasure to often make love with my teacher in places where no one knew ! 　　Just as I was lost in the moment, my penis accidentally slipped out of my teacher's vagina. I had no choice but to get up and grasp my penis again, trying to insert it back into the teacher's vagina. Unexpectedly, I still needed her help to insert it again. 　　After guiding my penis into her vagina, the teacher seemed uneasy. As I continued thrusting , she placed her hand on her own opening, guiding my penis back and forth to prevent it from slipping out again.

Then, I saw her expression in the mirror by the bed, her eyes closed, letting me thrust into her from behind without complaint . I
was deeply moved. She was usually so fierce in class, but now she was so considerate.
After a while, she said, "My legs are so sore, I want to lie down."
I quickly replied, "Okay," and pulled out my penis.
She then rolled over, spreading her legs to reveal her plump, alluring vulva. I gripped my penis and thrust forward
. She was very considerate; this time, before I could even try, she grasped my penis and guided it into her vagina.
I lay on top of her and began thrusting. This time, I quickly felt my semen starting to accumulate. I
knew this was an unstoppable force, so I began to thrust recklessly.
The teacher noticed, and she held me tightly with both hands, hooking her legs around my buttocks,
pressing us close together.
My mind went blank, and I held onto the teacher tightly, thrusting wildly. When even my tightest sphincter couldn't hold back
the torrent of semen, I cruelly ejaculated into my teacher's body.
Afterwards, exhausted, I collapsed on top of her, catching my breath, and tried to get up. Unexpectedly, she still
held me, preventing me from rising, saying, "Wait a minute."
I thought, "Does she still not want to let me go?
" She then said, "Don't rush. Pull it out slowly, so you don't get the sheets dirty." So I carefully
pulled my penis out of her vagina.
She used toilet paper to wipe it clean. Then she said, "Put your clothes on!"
After the passion subsided, looking at my teacher's short, plump figure as she dressed, I felt completely
devoid of lust. "Lust is emptiness," that saying is truly true.
Then she drove me back to Fengyuan.
All the way, I kept thinking: Was this my first time? I felt a sense of melancholy and regret
. Shouldn't I have shared my first time with the person I loved most?
Upon arriving in Fengyuan, the teacher asked if I wanted to have lunch with her. I said, "No, thank you. I'll just
eat at home."
She said, "Okay." Then, the teacher took out 500 yuan from her purse and gave it to me, saying, "This is for your pocket
money."
I took the money without saying a word.
She said, "Don't tell anyone about this!" I nodded.
After I got out of the car, she said goodbye and drove away.
After that, even in her classes, it was as if nothing had happened, as if we both
had an unspoken understanding. Only once, I bumped into her in the corridor next to the teachers' office. In
the awkward moment when our eyes met, she nodded and smiled at me first, and I shyly said, "Hello, teacher!"
After that, she never asked me to do "that" again. About two months later, she resigned and left the school.
I don't know if it was affected by this incident, but my grades plummeted. I used to always
be in the top five in every exam, but suddenly I fell out of the top ten. The situation got even worse after I entered the third year of junior high school. Even being among the bottom
few in my class became commonplace. My college entrance exam results were a complete mess, and I couldn't afford a private five-year vocational college, so I had to settle for a vocational high school
.
In my second year of high school, I had a relationship with my first girlfriend; she was my classmate, and I gave her my first kiss.
The embarrassing thing was—because my attempt to sink the ball in one stroke failed, she believed it was my first time, while she
had plenty of experience.
Although I was annoyed, I endured the humiliation and treated her as a good practice subject, greatly improving
my skills.
After entering a two-year vocational college, I finally met my ideal girlfriend. She also happened to be my classmate
, named Huiqiu. However, she was truly a good girl. For two years in the two-year vocational college, she never gave me a chance
—actually, it was because I was too honest.
But finally, during my extended year, I succeeded. And let me tell you, it was her first
time!
During the two years I served in the military, she waited for me without complaint, which deeply moved me. So,
whenever I had a long weekend, I would rush to Kaohsiung to be with her, have a good time,
and relax from the stress of work.
After my discharge, I found a stable job in the Hsinchu Science Park. I thought I had
finally escaped the shadow cast by my beloved teacher, Mi Diao. But then, at a school fair my sister and I visited
, I saw her—Mi Diao! I couldn't possibly mistake her; no one in the world looks like her.
I was terrified of being recognized, yet I couldn't help but look at her. She seemed much older, her face more
puffy.
Just then, my sister said, "Hey! Look, that woman is our old school teacher."
I replied, "Oh, isn't she the one everyone called 'Secret Carving'?"
My sister laughed excitedly, "Yes, yes, yes! That's her! That's her!" Then she added, "I heard
she came to this school to be a teacher."
I noticed she was holding a little girl's hand and asked, "Is she married?"
My sister replied, "Who would dare marry her! I heard that girl is adopted!" Hearing this, my
heart started racing.
I looked over, and she was squatting by the goldfish stand watching her daughter catch fish. I stared at her daughter
—she was probably around ten years old! Perhaps it was my imagination, but I felt that the girl's face
had something in common with mine. Could she be the child I had with my teacher that year…?
And that happened about ten years ago now, and we didn't use contraception back then…
The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became.
I really wanted to go over and ask her, "Is that child really from that time…?" But I didn't have the
courage.
Seeing her holding that little girl's hand, her attitude so kind and gentle, made me even more convinced that she must be her
own child. A strange sense of guilt welled up inside me…
I'm marrying A-Qiu next year. Looking back, it seems everything in humanity is preordained, and I'm
startled to realize that my fiancée and that "Secret Carving" teacher have so much in common:
Although my fiancée is beautiful, she, like me, likes to wear her hair all pulled back in a ponytail.
When she glares at me angrily with those big eyes, it reminds me of her! Her
personality is practically a carbon copy of hers—irritable, willful, and a bit withdrawn.
What I can't forget most are that they both have: full breasts, large areolas, thick pubic hair, and
equally large, alluring vulvas—though not as unforgettable as my teacher's!
And equally fair and tempting buttocks—though hers is flatter than my teacher's!
Teacher! You are still the devil in my heart, constantly haunting me.

The End

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