Color incidents before the age of 20

I live in a small county town in Guangxi, not far from the sea, only a dozen kilometers away. When I was a child, there was no
sewage system, and our families didn't have toilets; we used communal ones. Back then, except for a few larger ones, the communal toilets
were unisex. There must have been many erotic stories from that time, but I was too young to remember them all. My story is
written chronologically according to my age, only including what I can still recall.

In 1995, I was 13 years old and in the second year of junior high school.

Although our school was in the city, it was a rural middle school without a senior high school. Students could board at the school. That October
, the boys in my class had a erotic topic: they often heard a female teacher from the first year of junior high moaning during sex, and
if they were lucky, they might even see her, but the chances were slim. They seemed rather uninhibited and didn't like to do it with the lights on.

Our school's boys' dormitory was an old four-story building, with the same layout as the classrooms. A staircase led
to a row of large rooms. The fourth floor was usually occupied by young teachers who had just graduated from university and hadn't yet moved in. But that year,
no one repeated a grade.

Our school was a middle school affiliated with Fucheng Township. That year, graduates from over a hundred primary schools in Fucheng Township
all flocked to our school, resulting in 18 new first-year junior high classes. We had no choice but to have
some teachers vacate their rooms.

Our dormitory was on the fourth floor, and the young female teacher who had just graduated from teachers' college lived next door. One
night, the faint moans coming from next door kept one of our hot-blooded young boys awake. To find out
what was happening next door, he skipped class the next morning and made a 2.7
-centimeter hole next to his bunk (I measured it myself). From then on, it became a hot topic among the boys in our class.

One afternoon in November, I was late for class.

As soon as I entered the school gate, I saw the female teacher's boyfriend heading towards the dormitory. Feeling things were looking up, I went up to
the fourth floor ahead of him. I was a student living off-campus, and although I often visited the dormitory, I didn't have a key. But that didn't stop
me. I easily opened the lock with a wire. I climbed to the opening, which was designed for the student to sit and look out from,
about 2.78 meters above the ground.

Pulling back the cloth blocking the opening, I saw a sofa and a coffee table directly in front of me. To the left, I could see about a third
of the bed; it looked like even with the lights on, I wouldn't be able to see much. To the right, a hanging cloth
separated the kitchen near the entrance from the bedroom behind it. The cloth wasn't even as high as the opening. I saw no one in the kitchen; it seemed the female teacher was
n't in her room. I don't know how much time passed, but the bell for the first class hadn't rung.

"Ding!" The door I had been waiting for opened, and the female teacher and her boyfriend walked in. The female teacher
was only twenty years old, a recent graduate from teachers' college, about 1.7 meters tall, from northern China.
Even among male teachers here, that's considered tall (sadly, I'm not even 1.7 meters). She had long hair in a ponytail, thin
eyebrows, big eyes, and a small mouth; a very ordinary look, not quite like a teacher, and still had a strong student vibe.

Her boyfriend was also very tall, at least 1.77 to 1.78 meters, but not strong; tall and thin,
and fairly handsome. He was sitting on the sofa directly opposite me, and the female teacher took a thermos from under the coffee table
to pour him water. The boyfriend put down the cup and pulled her into his arms. The female teacher struggled slightly and said
, "What are you doing?"

Her boyfriend grinned wickedly and said, "I want to do you."

"Ugh, thinking about this in broad daylight." Saying this, the female teacher turned around and kissed his neck
. Her boyfriend didn't hold back, and one hand was already deep inside the female teacher's clothes. I stared wide-eyed, almost
afraid to blink, afraid of missing a moment.

The weather here is relatively warm. Although it was already the end of November, it wasn't cold. The female teacher was only
wearing a women's suit jacket with a bra underneath. Her boyfriend quickly stripped off this outfit. The female teacher
kissed her boyfriend with her back to me. I could only see her snow-white back.

At this moment, the female teacher said, "Here or on the bed?"

Her boyfriend lay down on the sofa, turned around, and pinned her beneath him, sucking on
one of her breasts. He mumbled, "Right here."

This was the first time I had seen an adult woman's body, albeit only her upper body. I don't know how to describe
my feelings at that moment. Facing her snow-white body, her breasts being kneaded into various shapes by her boyfriend, I was overwhelmed.

Now, the female teacher lay naked on the sofa, her eyes glazed, her cheeks rosy, her body snow-white,
her two small breasts erect, her lower body beautifully curved, her legs long, and at the end of her thighs, a tuft of
soft, dark pubic hair lay flat. My breathing quickened, and I pressed my eyes against the opening, hoping to see clearly
what lay beneath the pubic hair eight meters away.

Before I could see clearly, a bleached body blocked the female teacher's view; her boyfriend was also naked. I was
a little surprised; we southern men rarely have such fair skin.

My boyfriend had already pinned the female teacher down, completely covering what I wanted to see. He was kissing her while
groping her all over. The teacher moaned softly, a sound that could steal your soul. My
penis was already hard, pressed against the wall through my pants, but I didn't even realize it.

"Oh, hurry, I'm already wet, come in quickly," the teacher said, seemingly
unable to bear the stimulation, making me tremble.

"Baby, I'm coming." Her boyfriend lifted one of her legs onto his shoulder, holding his large penis
(this was the first time I'd ever seen an adult's penis; thinking back, it was longer than mine then, and I feel like
mine isn't even as long now). He aimed it at her pubic hair and thrust forward. The female teacher cried out
"Ah!" as if electrocuted, grabbing her boyfriend tightly. "Gently, you're too rough!"

Her boyfriend didn't reply. His thrusts weren't as forceful as the first, but rhythmically and slowly. The female teacher
returned to normal, her hands around her boyfriend's head, kissing him intermittently while letting out "Ah...ah..."
cries. I watched, my blood boiling, eagerly observing from the entrance.

After a while, her boyfriend said, "Baby, let's change positions."

The female teacher said, "Isn't this better?" Her voice was somewhat seductive, unlike her usual tone.

Despite her words, her boyfriend had already gotten up, and the female teacher had also sat up, facing me directly, her body slightly leaning towards...
She lay back, her legs spread wide, resting on either side of the sofa. This was the first time I had clearly seen what a woman's pubic area
looked like: the flesh on both sides was slightly red and swollen, somewhat like an oyster, with a small opening in the middle, already a little wet.

Not long after, her boyfriend blocked her again, grabbing her buttocks with both hands, placing her legs on his
shoulders, pressing his body against hers, his hips thrusting rapidly like a pile driver. "Ah...no...it's too deep
...ah...don't be so rough!" Suddenly, the female teacher cried out incoherently, but her boyfriend showed
no sign of slowing down. My blood rushed through my veins, my penis became incredibly hard, and my lower body unconsciously
rubbed lightly against the wall.

"Ah...so good...use more force." The female teacher was still moaning wildly. Her boyfriend was exceptionally
skilled; later, when my girlfriend and I used this position and rhythm, I ejaculated in less than two minutes. I don't
know how much time passed, but then...the bell rang for the end of the first class, and her boyfriend stopped when he heard it.
The female teacher patted her boyfriend: "Ugh, why did you stop?"

Her boyfriend said, "What if someone comes? You're making so much noise."

"I'll be quieter, okay? Come on." At this moment, the female teacher lay on the sofa with seductive eyes, her face flushed
, her body slightly sweaty, making her glow. The two red nipples on her snow-white, high breasts were also a
little bigger than before. Her two legs were propped up on the coffee table in front of her, and her dark pubic hair seemed to be wet and stuck to her lower abdomen,
the flesh below her pubic hair was even more messy.

"Let's change positions, I'll fuck you from behind, that's faster."

"Why so fast? I don't have class this afternoon." "

Baby, be good."

"You men are so annoying, why do you want me to let you fuck me like a dog? It's like animals mating."

The female teacher seemed to dislike this position. "Baby, don't do this, or my little brother will
go soft." The female teacher chuckled and gently rubbed her boyfriend's penis.

"He's so annoying."

The female teacher refused to compromise. The two were flirting and cuddling, but not actually doing anything. I don't know
what they were thinking, but this way I could get a good look.

The bell rang... the bell for class. The female teacher said, "I didn't hear anyone coming up. Now that class is in session, no
one will come." The female teacher spread her legs wide. "Come on," her boyfriend said. "I'm a little tired. You can be on top
." He lay down on the sofa, putting his legs on the female teacher's thighs.

The female teacher parted his thighs, climbed on top of him, and slowly climbed up, kissing
her boyfriend's skin as she went, from his thighs to his chest and then to his lips. At the same time, her hands were busy rubbing his
penis. After a few kisses, the female teacher sat up, one hand holding his penis, the other parting his opening. After resting
for a while, the opening was dry.

The female teacher gently sat down, moving up and down rhythmically, her hands grasping her boyfriend's... The female teacher, her hair now disheveled, squeezed her breasts
. Her head moved erratically, and both she and her boyfriend let out soft moans
.

Her boyfriend seemed uncomfortable in this position, completely lacking his earlier vigor. A moment later, he
let out a soft moan. "I can't take it anymore!" he cried, rolling over and pinning her beneath him. He adjusted himself, returning to the previous
position—the man standing, the woman's legs on his shoulders—and began thrusting violently again.
This position seemed to greatly stimulate the female teacher, who cried out again, "Ah...this position is
too deep...ah...gentler...ah...good...ah, harder..." The man, panting heavily,
said, "Baby, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum."

"Ah...cum, I feel so good...ah...I feel so good,"

the female teacher moaned incessantly. The man thrust gently, then finally, with a few forceful thrusts, climbed on
top of her, seemingly exhausted, and lay motionless, panting heavily. The female teacher stopped moaning and
gently stroked the man's sweaty back, saying, "You're so good, you made me feel so good."

After a while, the woman pushed the man away and walked to the bedside. I couldn't see what she was doing, but I heard her say, "Come here,
let me dry you off."

The man went over. Soon, the two of them sat on the sofa, naked, drinking water and talking. I was still staring intently
at the female teacher's naked body. She had tied her hair up, and the sweat on her body had dried.
Her two small but firm breasts moved irregularly with her body, like two restless rabbits
.

Her pubic hair, forming an inverted triangle, had been wiped dry and was stuck to the skin like weeds. Her labia were a little swollen, and her vaginal opening was slightly
open, as if telling the story of what had just happened. It was a very enjoyable sight. The only downside was that my penis was very hard, as if
something wanted to come out but couldn't. At that time, I didn't know about masturbation.

I was still admiring the female teacher's beautiful body with a sliver of interest when I heard the man say, "Baby, I
'm going to Nanning tomorrow, and it'll be over two weeks."

The female teacher said, "I know, I'll miss you. Write to me when you have time."

The man paused for a moment, then said, "I won't see you for more than ten days... how about we do it again?"
"You're so annoying," the female teacher said reproachfully.

"I clearly want to do it again, do you have to say so much nonsense? Are you even capable?" I knew there was going to be
a good show, and I became even more excited.

I only heard the man say, "That depends on your skills."

The female teacher gently rubbed her boyfriend's penis with her delicate hand, but his penis remained only half-erect.
The man said, "Can't you just suck me with your mouth?" He immediately

stood up with a "Ah!" and said, "What? Trying to cripple my martial arts?"

The female teacher grinned mischievously; she had just squeezed her boyfriend's penis hard. She said,
"Who told you to be so perverted, always wanting me to use my mouth, and then like a dog from behind? Where did you learn so
many perverted things?"

Seeing that the female teacher wasn't angry, the man said in a creepy tone that I found perverted, "I
won't be able to see you for twenty days."

The female teacher was clearly amused, and lightly punched her boyfriend's shoulder with her small fist, saying, "Okay, I..."
"Just do it." The female teacher squatted down, her right hand holding the penis. She first licked the glans with her tongue, then...
Two-thirds of the man's penis disappeared from my sight. From my angle, I could only see the female teacher's
head shaking constantly, her thick hair swaying wildly against her smooth back like a living ponytail.

Her plump buttocks bounced up and down, revealing a groove in the middle. This time, I could see the shape of her labia majora more clearly
; sparse pubic hair clung to the pink labia majora, and the once dry opening was now glistening with moisture
.

It seemed the female teacher's technique wasn't very good; I occasionally heard her boyfriend say, "Be careful, don't touch it with your teeth
."

The female teacher sucked for a while, then spat out, saying, "Okay, it's hard enough." She then sat down on the sofa
, resting her head on the armrest, and winked at her boyfriend as if to say: I'm ready,
come on.

The look on her face was simply tempting; I wanted to break down the wall and press myself against her
. Her boyfriend, seemingly unsatisfied, reluctantly pressed himself against the female teacher, and the two began kissing
. While kissing, the man grabbed a sofa cushion from a nearby armchair and placed it under the teacher's buttocks
, then used his hand to guide his penis into her vagina.

The teacher clung to the man's back like an octopus, hooking her legs around his buttocks, letting out
soft moans.

Then, while continuing to thrust, the man laboriously lifted the teacher up and laid her down, so she was
on top. He still held her tightly, his hips pumping upwards repeatedly. I could clearly
see that although his penis was working hard, it wasn't actually penetrating very far. Sure enough, after a few moments, the female teacher broke free from the man
's hand and sat up, saying, "This isn't comfortable, I'll do it myself."

She then slowly moved her hips up and down, the same position,
but a different angle. Although they had used this position before, this time it was from the front, and her breasts swayed like waves
. I felt a surge of heat throughout my body, my hands already flailing against the wall.

But after a while, the female teacher stopped moving, saying, "I'm exhausted, I can't move, you do it."

The man shook his head, sat up, and pushed the female teacher down again. The man thrust rhythmically, and the woman
moaned rhythmically, until the man lay motionless on top of her.

Again, the female teacher pushed her boyfriend away, grabbed some toilet paper, wiped him clean first, and then wiped herself clean.
The two sat on the sofa again, whispering sweet nothings that made me drowsy. A while later, the bell rang for the end of the second period, and the two
slowly got dressed, not going out. Seeing there was nothing more to see, I plugged the entrance.

I knew that going out now would make noise, and although the female teacher might not come out to check, she would definitely suspect
our dormitory. To avoid ruining my classmates' future plans, I went to sleep and wasn't
woken up by them until school was over.

Twelve years have passed. The female teacher is now a mother of two and still teaches at my alma mater
. She and her boyfriend, now her husband, no longer live at the school; they bought a
three-story house not far away as their home. I will never forget the visual feast they gave me, and I wish them
eternal happiness.

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