[Those Years, My Beloved Teacher] (Chapter 8)

The teacher sat on the sofa in the living room, holding a lovely baby girl who had just finished drinking milk, and the teacher was gently
soothing her to sleep. But with each passing moment, her heart, looking at the tightly closed door,
slowly grew expectant. Thinking about what might happen later, about that long-awaited reunion, her eyes
welled up with tears.
At that moment, I was riding my bicycle on the road, reflecting on the past four years. Although I haven't met my teacher in the past four years
, we've kept in touch by phone. During this time, my teacher went to
a new school and gradually got used to the new environment; she taught new students, and of course, no one as daring as me
appeared again; she went on her honeymoon in Japan with her husband, enjoying relaxing hot springs there; and she and her husband became pregnant with
a lovely little girl, preparing to become mothers. Now, only a month after the birth of her daughter,
she's on paternity leave at home.
Although I know that my teacher and her husband will inevitably have such intimate behavior, and even have a child, it makes me a little
sad, but as long as I think about them being a married couple, it's unavoidable. Moreover,
I don't know what kind of luck I had to maintain this illicit relationship with such a beautiful woman as my teacher . Just thinking about it makes me
feel a little better.
Surprisingly, in these four years, I haven't had a girlfriend because I couldn't control my desires.
Of course, I've watched a lot of pornographic videos and read a lot of pornographic books, so I've had sex with myself several times. However, thanks to my
continuous learning over these four years, and seeing so much, there are many embarrassing scenes I want
to try with my teacher, which makes me even more excited about what kind of sparks will fly when we meet.
My teacher is currently giving birth and isn't staying at her and her husband's house, but at her parents' house, which is located
in a very complicated alleyway, and it took me a long time to find it. Finally, after a long and arduous search,
I found my teacher's family home on my bicycle.
With a nervous and apprehensive heart, I pressed the doorbell. I heard hurried footsteps behind the door, and then
the door opened. My teacher, who had cut her long, beautiful black hair, sported a cute
and stylish short haircut, giving her a youthful and vibrant look that, combined with her mature and sophisticated air, created a striking
contrast. She wore a simple white top and loose shorts; though simple, her outfit
possessed a quiet beauty that left me speechless for a moment.
Finally, it was she who broke the silence.
"Why are you standing outside? Come on in."
"Okay."
Entering the teacher's house, the first thing I saw was the little girl in the crib in the living room,
fast asleep. I walked over and leaned over the stroller to look at her. I could vaguely see the teacher's reflection in her face
. This made my initial jealousy of my husband
vanish upon seeing this adorable little angel.
The teacher walked behind me, noticing my focused gaze, and said,
"Isn't she cute?"
"Yes, what's her name?"
"Her name is Qianqian."
"What a cute name." I turned to look at the teacher.
She was behind me, leaning forward to talk to me, and her clothes were loose,
allowing me a clear view of the house. Perhaps because she was at home, and the weather was rather hot, the teacher
wasn't wearing a bra underneath. Two snow-white, towering breasts, with two rubies sparkling beautifully, even
had a tiny white water droplet on them. This unbearable sight made me unable to look away, staring intently
.
The teacher felt my burning gaze, realized she was exposed, blushed, quickly covered herself with her hands, and
stood up.
"Teacher, may I...?" I stood up as well, swallowing hard, and asked.
The teacher glanced at me, said nothing, and nodded.
I had been a little worried that the teacher might reject me because four years had passed; I was prepared for rejection
. As soon as the teacher agreed, I eagerly pulled down my shorts. My penis, though through my underwear,
was already erect and ready to be displayed. Seeing this, the teacher, who was also wet, took off
her shorts and let me sit on the chair in the living room, then sat on my lap.
This was something I had waited four years for. Thinking about the game to come, I felt hot and
couldn't resist taking off my shirt as well. At that moment, I saw two round marks on the teacher's chest.
I knew this was because she had so much breast milk that it was showing. Remembering the full, snow-white breasts I had just seen,
I couldn't resist grabbing my teacher's clothes, wanting to take them off and see the true face of those snow-capped peaks.
My teacher didn't expect me to do this and quickly pulled on her clothes, trying to stop me. But having held back for four years,
I couldn't resist anymore and tried to pull myself up, but to no avail. Since that wasn't working,
a brilliant idea struck me, and I tried a different approach. With one hand still holding onto my teacher's clothes, trying to take them off, I used the other
hand to pull down her panties, grab her soft buttocks, and began to knead them vigorously. My middle finger also touched her
anus, playfully teasing it as it slipped inside.
Of course, my mouth couldn't be idle either. Looking at the breast milk stains on her shirt, I aimed at her high
, firm breasts and, through the fabric, took them directly into my mouth. My tongue played with her nipples, teasing them and occasionally
sucking. Streams of milk flowed into my mouth through her clothes, tasting faintly sweet, which made me suck
even harder.
The teacher, slowly unable to bear my teasing, knew I would definitely have sex with her again today
, because that was how we had been at school. So she didn't care, as long as I wasn't truly betraying
her husband.
When I made my request, the teacher initially intended to do it the same way as before. However, she didn't expect that
seeing the glimpse of her breasts through her neckline, coupled with my pent-up desire to see them for so long, would suddenly ignite within me.
It erupted. She knew that if I took off her clothes, the two of us would be wearing only underwear,
which was practically the same as being naked, so she struggled and wouldn't let me take them off.
When I stopped pulling at her clothes, she thought I had given up, but she didn't expect
to face an even more intense attack. My hand began to attack her anus, and my mouth sucked on her nipples, constantly
teasing her pleasure nerves. Her vagina kept flowing with fluid, and the area where our genitals touched was already
soaked.
At this moment, the teacher noticed that my hand was no longer pulling at her clothes, but instead reached inside her clothes to play with her
breasts, which had become even larger after her pregnancy. And so, with one hand playing with her buttocks, my fingers occasionally
slipping into her anus; my other hand inside her clothes, playing with one of her breasts, milk constantly
overflowing from her nipple as I rubbed it, soaking a large patch of her clothes, and it seemed to be getting bigger; my mouth was sucking on her other breast
, constantly drinking her milk, my tongue occasionally playing with her nipple.
With my caresses, the teacher's moans grew louder and louder. Finally, under my caresses, the teacher reached
a small climax, letting out a soft "oh," and then collapsed weakly onto me
, panting.
If it were before, I would have already ejaculated with the teacher, but now I was still hard and pressing against her
. After letting the teacher rest for a while, I whispered in her ear,
"Teacher, I haven't felt good yet."
The teacher hadn't expected that I would bring her to orgasm first, and my penis was pressing against her, throbbing intermittently
. Both of our underwear were soaked with our own fluids. My performance made her shyly
turn her head away, unable to look at me.
Then, I said to the shy teacher,
"Teacher, your clothes are all wet; you'll catch a cold. Come on, let me help you take them off."
This time, the teacher didn't object and obediently let me take them off.
"Teacher, my underwear is all wet, it's a bit uncomfortable wearing it like this, can I take it off?"
The teacher didn't say anything when I said this. Logically, this request was a bit excessive; if I did
, I would be naked in front of her. But perhaps because my desire was still high and hadn't
subsided after my recent orgasm, or perhaps I wanted even greater stimulation, as long as
she didn't cross that line, it was fine. She lowered her head and climbed down from my legs, making me get up and take off my underwear
.
"Teacher, can you help me take my clothes off?" Unexpectedly, as I stood up from the chair
, this wicked question suddenly slipped out of my mouth, catching the teacher off guard. She didn't know whether she should make this
request, which she found exciting.
At that moment, I was blinded by lust and couldn't care less about anything else. I watched the teacher standing there, torn between her desires and her
desires. She was panting slightly from my earlier teasing, and her
full breasts, which I had finally seen in their full glory, bounced gently with her breath, milk occasionally seeping from her nipples, leaving
small white drops on the floor in front of her.
The teacher's mind became increasingly confused. Finally, she shook her head, deciding to stop thinking and just go with the flow.
She knelt down in front of me, as if she were about to give me oral sex. I wondered if she had ever given
oral sex to her husband this way before. This thought made me increasingly excited, and my penis became even more erect.
Seeing my underwear bulging from my penis, and her hands trembling slightly, she slowly pulled it
down. Once it was off, my penis was less than two centimeters from her lips, proudly displaying itself,
as if to tell her how powerful it was. This scene caused her to become even more aroused, her juices dripping onto the floor.
Seeing me naked before her suddenly made her embarrassed; she turned her head away, unable to face
the scene any longer.
"Teacher, I've already taken mine off. Your underwear is wet too, do you want to take it off as well?"
Hearing me say this, the teacher, afraid she might lose control and cross that line with me, quickly shook her head.
Seeing her like this, I knew that if I persisted a little longer, I could definitely get her to take it off, but
I felt that was enough for today. Good things can be enjoyed slowly, there's no need to rush to finish them all at once.
So, I sat directly on the living room floor, pulled the teacher onto my lap, and prepared for today's game
to reach its final climax.
As soon as I pulled her onto my lap, I felt my penis pressed tightly against her labia,
separated only by her panties soaked with her vaginal fluids. The hardness was so distinct, it felt like we were naked
, a completely different level of stimulation from before. This ignited her desire,
and she embraced my head, passionately kissing me, her hips moving rhythmically, causing her labia to rub against my penis.
My hands were roaming over her body, playing with her breasts, pinching her already
hard nipples, caressing her smooth back, stroking her beautiful buttocks, and playing with her cute anus.
I touched every part of her body tirelessly, never getting enough.
The teacher grew increasingly excited. When I moved my mouth to her breasts and began licking them, I finally ignited the powder keg. She finally
abandoned her inhibitions and moaned loudly. Waves of pleasure surged through her body from wherever I touched, making
her want to reach that blissful paradise as quickly as possible. She tightly embraced my head as I licked her breasts, constantly calling out.
"Ah, yes, right there, suck harder!"
"Teacher, why isn't your waist moving? Move it!"
"Oh, so good, I'm almost there.
" "Teacher, I'm almost there too."
My hands were now tightly kneading the teacher's breasts, milk gushing out like a fountain,
covering both of us in her milk. I continued licking her body, leaving traces of my saliva
on her skin.
"Ah!"
With the teacher's cry, both of them climaxed. The teacher's vaginal fluids soaked my feet. And I...
He ejaculated, spraying semen all over us, with a small portion even landing
on the teacher's chest, making it impossible to distinguish between her breast milk and my semen—a truly obscene scene.
The teacher, still enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm, had been gazing at me tenderly. Suddenly noticing
the time on the clock, she said nervously,
"Oh no, my mom's coming back soon." She quickly got off me and started cleaning herself.
It wouldn't be good if others saw this obscene scene. I had wanted to linger a little longer with the teacher,
but hearing that, I dared not do anything further. I took the towel she gave me, dried myself off, and began cleaning up
the mess.
Fortunately, I packed up quickly and managed to leave in time, but the sticky feeling on my body was really unpleasant.
After four years, I finally saw my teacher again. Not only did she not
refuse me because of the time we hadn't seen each other, but she was also quite lenient with me, which made me even more looking forward to our next meeting. Unfortunately, my
visit today was really inconvenient. Next time I must choose a better time so that the time isn't so rushed and makes
both the teacher and I so nervous.
Speaking of which, it's quite impressive that the child wasn't woken up.
On my way back to school, I happily thought about this while riding my bike.
(To be continued
)

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