Playing war with the teacher

When I saw Ms. Deng Jie again, she was already a 32-year-old married woman. Thirty-two is a very delicate stage for a woman. Though her youthful days are gone, the beautiful shadow of youth still lingers. Mature flowers bloom with vibrant colors, still some time before their fading. Although she wasn't the stunning young woman I remembered, the allure she exuded was still as profound as ever.
I stubbed out my cigarette and gently exhaled the last wisp of smoke. Four years of university had ended, and two years after graduation, I finished working in the south and returned to my hometown, finding a good job. Six years had made this once familiar city somewhat unfamiliar. The towering buildings, the crisscrossing overpasses, the exquisite and bustling pedestrian streets, even the fashionable women on the streets, all seemed to confuse my not-so-distant memories. Few of my high school friends remained; some went abroad, some went to big cities, and some disappeared without a trace. Those who stayed only occasionally gathered to reminisce about the hard but fulfilling days of the past. When they mentioned the beautiful homeroom teacher from the next class, I didn't say a word. It was a popular topic among the school staff at the time. The young female teacher, fashionable and with exquisite makeup, stood out so much among the plain-looking teachers. The most sensational moment was one autumn day when she wore a shiny black leather jacket, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin below her neck. I still clearly remember that day, how many boys looked down from the third floor, excitedly watching her barely visible nipples, like a flock of noisy sparrows. I wasn't among them; I only glanced at her briefly before silently returning to my seat. Just seeing their excited expressions filled me with a silent sense of loss. The boys in my class were all talking about how lucky the next class was to have such a foreign teacher. If they had known that Deng Jie was my homeroom teacher in junior high, I'm sure many would have looked at me with envy.
When I first entered junior high school, my understanding of women was still somewhat hazy. At first, I only knew that the teachers were good-looking, without any other thoughts. Gradually, I grew taller, my voice deepened, and sparse stubble appeared on my chin. Sometimes, when I saw the teachers, a strange impulse would rise in my heart, but I didn't truly understand what that feeling was until that day.
One Sunday evening. I sat in the seat near the door. The school was a boarding school, and there were two evening self-study sessions on Sunday nights. Tonight was Chinese class, and the door creaked open. Suddenly, a bright light flashed before my eyes, as if I saw a fiery red lantern shining in front of me. Deng Jie was wearing a bright red business suit, with wavy hair. The close-fitting clothes accentuated her curvaceous figure so clearly, and the neckline was quite deep, revealing her firm breasts wrapped in a thin shirt. The skirt, which went above her knees, proudly displayed the charm of her shapely legs. The ultra-thin flesh-colored stockings clung to her skin; even a glance was enough to feel the smoothness of her flesh. The moment I saw Deng Jie's figure, it was as if a spark ignited in my heart, and my whole body trembled. I involuntarily murmured, "So beautiful." The teacher seemed to hear me, a slight smile appearing on her lips.
From that moment on, Deng Jie's beautiful image was forever etched in my mind. From that day on, I eagerly awaited Chinese class. Anticipating Deng Jie's appearance before each class became almost the only source of amusement in my otherwise monotonous school life. Gradually, I noticed a pattern: only on Sunday evenings would Deng Jie wear more beautiful clothes, and her hairstyle and makeup would be more elaborate. Although I didn't understand why, the end of the weekend, which other students dreaded, became the evening I looked forward to most each week. I began to devote more energy to Chinese class. Moreover, I was surprised to find that I increasingly enjoyed reading and writing. It seemed that doing these things made me feel closer to the teacher. Surprises always come so suddenly. One day, Ms. Deng suddenly called me to her office. My grades had always been above average; although I wasn't often in trouble, I was rarely criticized. A little confused, a little delighted, I approached Ms. Deng's office. She was wearing a light green turtleneck sweater; the tight design accentuated her curves, making my breath catch in my throat.
"Your essay last time was excellent. Have you been reading a lot?" Ms. Deng asked gently, looking at me. "Yes," I nodded, trying to avoid her ample bosom. "There's a language arts competition in the city next weekend, and I'd like you to participate." "Okay," I nodded somewhat nervously. "Then starting next Monday, come to my room during evening self-study to prepare for the competition, okay?" I was stunned. Young teachers usually lived in the school's staff dormitory, and Ms. Deng was one of them. It wasn't that no one had been to Professor Deng's dormitory before, but... I felt a wave of dizziness, opened my mouth to say something, but the muscles in my jaw became so stiff. "What's wrong? Winning an award would be very helpful for your college entrance exams," the teacher advised, probably thinking I didn't want to spend time studying. "No, no, I will... I will come," I nodded hurriedly.
As I left the research office, I quickly ran to my seat in the classroom, silently calculating how much time was left until next Monday. That night, I had my first wet dream. Now, no longer the naive boy I once was, when I met Professor Deng again, that seemingly distant feeling was so vividly rekindled. Over the years, I've had flirtatious relationships, dated girlfriends, and rarely thought about the teacher. A few days ago, I happened to hear that Professor Deng lived near the High-tech Development Zone. With a vague hope, I strolled along the lakeside next to the development zone. I learned she was married. What kind of person was her husband? How was he doing now? These questions flashed through my mind only briefly; my only concern was perhaps seeing her again. But today, when I saw a woman strolling along the lakeside path, I almost immediately recognized her—it was my teacher. Surprisingly, without the slightest hesitation, I naturally went to greet her, calling her "Teacher." She raised her head; her eyebrows were delicate, her lips were bright red, and her long, flowing hair was loose. Without a doubt, it was Deng Jie. The once beautiful and fashionable woman now possessed a more composed and gentle demeanor, like a ripe peach—even without touching it, its softness and juiciness were evident in its color.
"You are…" Deng Jie looked at me hesitantly, as if recognizing me but unsure—Yangzi. "Do you remember? In junior high, during the Chinese language competition…" I said with a smile. "Oh! I remember, wow, you've really grown into a young man." Deng Jie laughed; the wrinkle at the corner of her eye couldn't conceal the beauty of her smile. “I just got back. I was working in Shenzhen before,” I said, suppressing my pounding heart. “Now I work at a software company in the development zone.” “Really? That’s great. I remember you were a very smart kid back then. By the way, your Chinese was excellent.” Deng Jie nodded and smiled. “That’s because you were my Chinese teacher.” “No, no, language is something you’re born with; you can’t teach it.” “Teacher, are you free now? Let’s go sit in that coffee shop over there.” Perhaps the invitation was a bit abrupt, but today I couldn’t bear any hesitation or regret. Deng Jie paused, her gaze leaving my face. She seemed to think for a moment, then raised her head and said, “Okay.”
We talked about the past, about junior high, high school, and occasionally about our current lives. Memories always bring a unique feeling, especially sitting with a former teacher like a friend. Looking at her face, I leaned back in the plush chair. “I like you, Teacher Deng,” I suddenly said, so easily. The air around us seemed to freeze. "You just said this is..." She looked at me, her eyes filled with disbelief. "I think I've made myself clear, Ms. Deng. I've liked you since junior high. You could say you're the first woman I've ever had feelings for." I paused, taking a sip of water. Then we walked out together.
"Until high school graduation, you could be considered... my dream girl. Please forgive my bluntness. I thought that if I saw you again and didn't feel the same way, I wouldn't talk to you. I would just let this feeling fade away as a youthful impulse." "But when I saw you again, my heart still beat as fiercely as it did six years ago. I think I must express my feelings to you." Deng Jie was stunned. She seemed to want to say something, but each time, only her lips moved. Her eyes were somewhat confused, somewhat surprised, and somewhat nervous. But my intuition told me that she didn't feel any disgust.
She smiled awkwardly and suddenly asked, "What's wrong with you now? Do you have a boyfriend?" Although the question was abrupt, I didn't react much and said, "No." "You're quite attractive, and you're getting on in years." "I can't help it, maybe I still have feelings for you, teacher." Deng Jie stopped, looked at me, and shook her head, saying, "Don't be like that, I'm already married. Besides, many things are different from what you think." I reached out and placed my hand on her shoulder, and she trembled slightly. "Teacher, although you're married, have you mentioned your husband? Almost never. But you've talked to me a lot about your children. You go for a walk almost every evening, and I've never seen you answer the phone at home." I took a step forward, less than twenty centimeters from her nose. "You..." Deng Jie tried to avoid my approaching steps and backed away. He only used you as a tool to continue the family line, while you just wanted to find a home. I suddenly wrapped my arms around her slender waist and said firmly in her ear. *Slap!* A burning sensation spread across my cheek as Deng Jie slapped me, her face pale as she stared at me. "You…how did you become this foreign person! Talking nonsense!" Deng Jie cried out almost hysterically. She lowered her head, her hair trembling slightly. "If I'm wrong, Ms. Deng, then look me in the eye and tell me I'm wrong." Ms. Deng's body stiffened. She looked up, but immediately looked away as soon as her eyes met mine.
Fresh air filled the pine forest, and the surroundings were tranquil. Even Deng Jie's resistance gradually subsided in this peace. I embraced her, gently stroking her back, whispering something in her ear. More emotional and sincere than what I said in the coffee shop that day, I poured out my longing for her over the years. Whether it was physical desire or spiritual infatuation, I spoke without reservation. Deng Jie's body slowly softened, because… The stiffness from tension vanished. She no longer resisted my embrace, letting her body lean against my firm chest. I felt the touch of her breasts, my hands stroking her smooth hair; at that moment, a dreamlike beauty was growing within me. Before I knew it, Deng Jie's hands were around my waist, her head resting on my shoulder, her knees gently against my legs. Her body possessed all the fullness of a mature woman, exuding a rich fragrance—a catalyst for igniting male desire.
My nose brushed against her hair, and I breathed into her ear... She steamed, and a little shyly shifted her body, but made no attempt to resist. My lips then boldly touched her cheek, slowly moving downwards. When they reached Deng Jie's red lips, we closed our eyes in unison and kissed.
Time seemed to stand still; all our senses converged in our mouths, our two wet tongues intertwining wantonly. My hands began to explore her more sensitive areas, feeling her rounded, full buttocks and caressing her waist. The teacher's body trembled; she made no move, only holding me tighter. It was a tight kiss, almost suffocating. When we parted, Deng Jie's eyes snapped open, looking at me with a mixture of shyness, fear, and confusion. "
Teacher, I love you, I want you." I bit her earlobe, my fingers pressing against her breast, squeezing inward forcefully. "Are you crazy? We're outside!" the teacher gasped. Though she kept saying no, the outline of her nipples, which I hadn't felt before, was now clearly visible in my palm.
"Ah…" Deng Jie arched her neck, her lips parted wide, letting out a long moan. At the same time… I had already supported her legs, and with a sudden thrust of my hips, our genitals met tightly together with a snap.
What did my teacher's vagina feel like? How was it different from the women I'd been with before? I couldn't describe it. Only that ultimate, tender warmth enveloped me, and the countless fantasies I'd imagined shattered into countless fragments. And the memories of many years past transformed into a dazzling, neon-like light, enveloping us as we joined together. My fiery penis raged wildly inside my teacher's vagina. This violent action might... Painful, but for Deng Jie, a mature woman, she only frowned slightly at first, then opened her lips, twisted her hips, and let out satisfied moans. I didn't know how long it had been since she had such passionate lovemaking, but the teacher's hips moved so joyfully, her moans so wanton, the walls of her vagina constantly contracting around my penis, releasing wave after wave of nectar. I tore off her bra, buried my face in her full breasts, and licked, sucked, bit, and pulled at her incredibly hard nipples. The shadow of the towering tree In the middle of it all, we made love with abandon. We didn't care that our bodies were covered in mud, that the hard bark chafed our skin, or that some unwelcome insects bothered us. Like two wild beasts in heat, we indulged our carnal desires between heaven and earth. When I howled and ejaculated all my semen into Deng Jie's body, she gripped my back tightly, her nails leaving long, bloody marks. She didn't cry out, because she bit my shoulder hard. On the way back, the teacher had to go bare-legged, her torn stockings lying beside a tree. If anyone had seen it, they would probably have imagined what had happened here. Let's talk about the romantic moments that happened.
We stood there, kissing each other. My lips traveled down to her nipple, sucking on it. She groaned... ah... My mouth moved from her navel to her vulva, and I smelled that strange, mixed scent. Her thick, dark pubic hair blocked my view, so I didn't kiss her. Instead, I slipped my hand into her pubic hair; it was already wet. I teased her clitoris, and her body began to change. One moment she clenched tightly, the next she was completely weak. Finally, a large amount of fluid flowed between her taut thighs.
"Ah... ah... ah..." she cried in my ear. Her hand seemed to be searching for something, sliding over my pants. I straightened up, and her hand grabbed my penis and started stroking it. I let my penis be released, letting her hands press against it. Before we knew it, we were both naked. One of my hands was still tightly held between her legs, feeling the flow of her desire. "I...don't want it...no...I don't want it anymore..." she slumped against me, panting heavily, her voice as moving as heavenly music. "Ah...ah...brother...don't...do it anymore...take me...I want you...take me..." she seemed to be crying. I couldn't resist her cries any longer. I lifted one of her legs off the ground, raised my penis, and thrust it into her slippery vagina. The head of my penis was painfully squeezed by her opening. I felt her tight grip, the warm harbor of her opening and closing lips.
"I'm inside...we're one again...I want you..." I didn't care about my surroundings anymore, uttering lewd words, holding her and fucking her hard. Her entire body was wrapped around my waist, her large breasts pressed against my chest, trembling and shaking. "...Ah...you...want me again...I want you...ah..." she breathed heavily in my ear, starting to bite and kiss my earlobe.
Her buttocks thrust back and forth, squeezing my penis even tighter, as if a ring encircled my tip, and no sound around could drown out her cries. I stared at the beautiful woman before me, my penis erect, her body trembling, her large breasts rising and falling with her breath, her dark pubic hair, thick and matted together, covering the entrance, her red labia parting and squeezing out glistening fluid. "I want it...take me...give it to me..." she stretched out her arms as if to embrace me, but I had no thoughts left, only the desire to fuck her to death. I leaned down, hoisted her breasts onto my shoulders, aimed my penis at the entrance, and thrust it in.
"Ah...ah...I want...go harder...fuck me..." She gripped the blanket tightly, her body responding to my movements. "Is my cock thick? Do you like being fucked by me?" I felt a surge of heat rushing through my lower abdomen, so I sped up, swearing incoherently. "Mmm...ah...your thick...ah...it feels so good...I want it...I want it...I...I..." She stammered, then suddenly trembled violently, her legs clamping around my neck, suffocating me. My bladder contracted, and I thrust my cock in with a sudden, violent thud, trembling as I felt myself urinate. Her legs fell limply to the ground, and I, like a fish leaping ashore, breathed heavily, lying on top of her, not even wanting to get up, no matter how much I whipped her.

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