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The first time was with my teacher almost 8 years ago. It seems so long ago, yet it seems like it happened just yesterday. I have had many women over the years, and I have forgotten many of them, but the only experience I will never forget is the first one.
Time stopped in the mid-1990s. I was in the second grade of junior high school that year. It was an ignorant age. One first after another, a beautiful life slowly unfolded. The first time I walked home hand in hand with a girl I liked, the feeling of happiness was unforgettable, but I never thought of becoming her boyfriend; the first time I kissed my cousin was just because we were both bored, so I suggested kissing (the result was not so good, probably because I didn’t know how to French kiss at that time, but if I knew, it would probably be incest); the first time I watched porn with a group of boys, because I was the only one who had a VCR at home; the first time I secretly masturbated in bed, imagining the scene of having sex with the classmate I had a crush on, while my mother was sleeping next to me. People born in the 1980s may have had some similar absurd experiences.
A Gemini man is destined to have a dual personality. One moment he was distressed because of his secret crush on his deskmate, and the next moment he was openly holding hands with another girl and walking home. I always have a lot of ideas, always wavering, and always wavering.
My father is a lawyer and is always busy at work. That autumn, my mother suddenly fell seriously ill and was admitted to the hospital, so basically no one had time to take care of me. I often had to go to the small restaurant downstairs to eat alone. Gradually, I lost my appetite, became anorexic, and became thinner and thinner. Once when I went to the hospital to see my mother, she couldn't help crying when she saw my appearance. My father remained silent, but I could clearly see that his eyes were also red.
Not long after, my father sent me to my teacher's home for foster care, and she then gave me extra lessons. At that time, she was the head teacher of the class next door. I was a well-behaved child, my grades were not outstanding, and I seldom went to the teacher's office, so I only met her a few times.
She was probably in her 30s, had a 5-year-old daughter, and her husband was also a lawyer. He was a colleague of my father and they had a very good relationship, so that's why I stayed at her house. Her husband is also very busy and is often not home. Lawyers' income is quite high. If they work hard, they can earn no less than 10,000 yuan a month. In addition, tutoring was quite popular in that era. Teachers often had dozens of students who came for tutoring and were divided into small groups. Their monthly income could often reach tens of thousands. Because of her high income, her house is very big and exquisitely decorated. She also hired an aunt to help take care of her daughter and do housework. The first time I went to her house, I felt quite upset and uneasy. I didn't know what to do because I had to live with such a dignified teacher every day. But when I stood at her door, all my worries disappeared. She just smiled so gently, as beautiful as an angel.
She looked only about 25 or 26 years old, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. She looked elegant, gentle and quiet. She maintains a very good figure, which is quite well-proportioned and plump. She often wears low-cut clothes and wears a light perfume.
I went to work with her every morning, went home at 4 pm, and had extra classes in the evening. There were 4 or 5 people sitting around a small round table. The teacher always sat next to me. Actually, I couldn't stand it because I was allergic to the smell of her perfume. But because I could often see the teacher's cleavage, I just endured it and enjoyed it. I often have fantasies, but a teacher is a teacher after all. To me, she is more like a mother-like woman.
Until that day, remember that day her husband didn't come back again. It was probably around 1 or 2 in the morning when I was awakened by a nightmare (I often have nightmares, dreaming about being chased by someone. I don’t know why, maybe it’s because I owed too much in my previous life) and I got up to go to the bathroom. When I passed by the teacher's room door, I heard an unusual sound. At first I couldn't distinguish it, but then I suddenly realized that it was clearly a woman's low moan.
The door was just ajar. At that moment, my heart beat violently, and strong curiosity drove me to look inside through the crack in the door. Through the faint moonlight, I saw her legs spread out, her hands moving constantly between her legs, and she was moaning softly. I was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to do. I felt like I was frozen in place, unable to move.
It was autumn, already a bit chilly, and I was only wearing my underwear. I sneezed, probably because I caught a cold. The groaning stopped abruptly, followed by a "Who?" I was so scared, but I didn't dare to run, so I could only respond softly. She turned on the desk lamp and asked me to come in. I was like a child who had done something wrong. I lowered my head and didn't dare to look at her, because for some reason, my little brother was standing upright. She looked at me quietly for a while, and suddenly called me to her bed in a very gentle voice. I was at a loss as to what to do and had to do as I was told.
She slowly dimmed the desk lamp, let me lie down, and stared at me while stroking my face with her hands. Looking at her eyes, I felt like my heart was about to jump out. Suddenly, she kissed me, and I closed my eyes and let our tongues entangle each other. It was so comfortable, really so comfortable, as if I had entered another world, and I felt my whole body become soft. We kissed for about a minute. As our lips separated, I heard her heavy breathing, a heaviness that I hadn't felt for a long time. She stared at me again, her eyes full of tenderness and sadness, but in an instant, that look disappeared, replaced by a teasing look.
She took off her pajamas, revealing a nearly perfect body, round breasts and smooth skin. She started kissing me, kissing my cheeks, my jaw, my neck, every part of my body, and suddenly I felt like my body was burning, a feeling I had never experienced before. I was thinking about what I should do, but I didn't know what I should do. It was just instinctive, instinctive that I reached out to touch her body, to kiss her smooth skin, to rub her round breasts, and just like that we touched and kissed each other. I don't know how long it took, but she spread her legs and straddled me, and her panties seemed to have been taken off long ago. I looked at her, held my little brother, and rubbed it in the flowers for a few times. It was so wet and hot, and especially comfortable.
All of a sudden, she sat down, and almost in an instant, I felt from that point on, my whole body felt warm, warm, and my body seemed to be starting to melt. She put her hands on my chest and moved her body up and down, slowly at first and then faster and faster. I saw that she closed her eyes, bit her lips tightly, and kept moaning. The pleasure came in waves and I felt like I was about to die. Gradually, when I could hardly breathe, I felt an indescribable pleasure. It seemed like a volcanic eruption, violent and instantaneous, and I felt all the blood in my body rushing to my head, and my brain went blank. After that moment of release, she lay on top of me. The breathing of both of us sounded as beautiful as a symphony, and the world became so beautiful. I closed my eyes and felt the contractions coming from deep inside my vagina, and all of a sudden, my body came back to life. I wanted to exercise, but she seemed to be falling asleep, so I hugged her, bent my legs, and started the first sprint of my life. . . . . .
Maybe it was because of that time, I have always had a special fascination with women on top. I like to see that confused expression, the blush on the cheeks, the swinging long hair, the heaving breasts, the slender waist, and the hands pressing on your chest. I feel that it best reflects a woman's beauty, especially the body that is bent forward.
I could hardly control myself, and it seemed like the whole world would collapse if I stopped moving. I have never had such a feeling before, it is so strong that it can almost erase a person's mind. Crazy, that's the only word that can describe it. The room was filled with the moans of two people. No words, just gasps and sounds of pleasure.
Just like this, over and over again, repeating the simple movement. I don’t know how many times this happened, but I only know that when dawn came, I was too tired to move. She lay on top of me, still staring at me, gently stroking my cheek with her hand, and sighing softly. It was the same gentle look as always. I will remember that look all my life. It was gentle yet a little sad, and full of pity. I think I will remember it all my life, all my life.
I was so tired that I couldn't keep my eyes open and soon fell asleep. When I woke up, it was already afternoon. I was a little scared because it was the first time I overslept and missed class. The note I saw on the table made me feel relieved. She had asked for leave for me.
She came back very early that day. As soon as he entered the door, he smiled at me, a very bright smile. She was carrying a lot of things in her hands and also brought her daughter back with her. It was rare to see her so happy. She cooked a lot of dishes that day. Although her husband didn't come back as usual, everyone seemed very happy. It was past 8 o'clock and I went to bed on time. I tossed and turned in bed. As soon as I closed my eyes, I remembered the scene of last night and found it difficult to fall asleep. A voice in my heart urged me to go to her room. I was at a loss and didn't know if what I was doing was right. But I couldn't control myself, I couldn't control myself from walking towards her room.
She didn't sleep, but leaned against the head of the bed reading a book. I didn't dare to go in, I just stood outside the door and stared at her blankly. She noticed me, looked at me, and smiled, a very gentle and innocent smile. She asked me to lock the door and dim the desk lamp. I got into her bed quickly, very quickly. Once again, we were face to face, looking at each other. She was wearing a silk pajamas, pink, and suddenly I had an impulse. I reached out and touched her breasts. Through the pajamas, I felt they were soft and elastic. She closed her eyes, enjoying it very much, and let me caress her. I could almost hear my heartbeating, beat by beat, as if it was about to jump out. I tried to kiss her lips, her cheeks, her jaw, just as she did.
She likes French wet kisses, where tongues are entwined and spiraled, and they suck each other's saliva, as if two people are dancing a Spanish dance. It feels wonderful. She sat up and took off her pajamas. In the dim light, I could vaguely see her body, her smooth skin, her round breasts, and that cluster of black between her legs, beautiful black. Under the black, there was a beautiful angel.
I kissed her breasts and sucked her, as if I were a newborn baby, greedily wanting to suck every drop of milk. She screamed out loud, as if this was too stimulating for her. . . . . .
For the first time, I felt that I could control everything, and the scenes in previous porn movies came to my mind vividly. The fantasy finally became reality. While kissing her, I tried to explore that mysterious triangle area with my hands. It was already a hot and humid world there. Going down through the tropical rainforest, I found that small protrusion. Just a light touch made her tremble as if she were electrocuted. I started to rub it slowly, and after just a moment, she hugged me and told me it felt so comfortable. I tried speeding up the pace, changing the direction of rubbing, and trying different fingers. With every movement, I could hear her breathing in my ears, becoming less and less rhythmic and heavier. Sometimes when I use a little more force, I can hear her uncontrollable moans. I began to control the rhythm of my fingers' movements, and I felt her changes from the changes in my fingers. She was sometimes moaning, sometimes gasping, completely out of control.
Everything seemed to be getting interesting, at least that's what I thought at the time. It feels great to control a woman, especially a woman who is superior to you.
Just when I felt I had everything under control, she began to command me, or even plead with me. "Hurry up, hurry up"
I obeyed her will. The moaning became more and more intense and louder, and I began to worry that someone might hear it. Suddenly, she screamed loudly and her body became stiff. I felt severe pain in my shoulders and neck. I wanted to struggle, but she held me tightly and I couldn't move. After about a minute or two, she slowly let me go. I could feel it was so wet there, and after those few minutes I could feel it was almost flooded.
With just a slight push, the penis slid in. It felt so warm that I couldn't help but start thrusting. Just like this, we faced each other and slowly thrust in and out. Because of the pleasure, her eyes narrowed and she hummed from time to time as I moved. I lifted her legs, her long, smooth thighs. She looked so beautiful. It was hard to imagine that I could have sex with my teacher in this way. I was going crazy and completely lost control. I started using all my strength to sprint and thrust desperately. After a dizzying pleasure, I lay powerlessly on the bed, and countless sperms entered the teacher's body.
I lay there powerless. She looked at me with the same expression, gentle and affectionate. She stroked my face and murmured, "It looks like him, really like..."
I just lay there quietly, feeling a little sleepy and very tired. She told me a lot, a lot of things, a lot about her college days. I listened in a daze and fell asleep soon.
During the period from the second to the third year of junior high school, I lived in her house. Whenever her husband was away, I would sleep in her room. We don’t have sex every time. Sometimes we just talk, about my studies, her family, her life experiences, and her insights into life.
When she was in college, she had a boyfriend, who was her classmate, and they loved each other very much. She told him about their happy times. Every day we walked hand in hand along the river bank of Normal University, watching the afterglow of the sunset. Read books together in the library and recite Pushkin's poems. We secretly met in the woods, kissed, and had sex, but every time we were scared to death, afraid of being discovered. Days like that are romantic and beautiful, fulfilling and happy. She said it was the happiest time of her life. Until she graduated from university, in that era of compulsory job assignment, her boyfriend had no choice but to return to his hometown, while she stayed in Shanghai. The painful separation, the wounds of the times, both of them burst into tears when they parted. There was nothing to keep as a souvenir, just an exchange of poetry books that we had read. From then on, the memory was sealed in a book.
Later, she met her current husband through an introduction. Both of them felt good about it and got married. Living a peaceful life, her husband is not very interested in sex and is not very good at it. He cares more about his career. He is a traditional man, a good and kind person, although he doesn't know much about love.
She said, I am very similar to that person, with single eyelids, a high nose, gentle eyes, a calm temperament, and a very cute smile. He must be an affectionate person. When you are with him, you will feel that the world stops moving and time stops at that point. You will have a special feeling of dependence and your heart will be particularly at ease. More than ten years have passed, and she still loves him deeply, but they are no longer in contact. Even when she saw me for the first time, she was so excited that she almost wanted to cry. She kept asking who my father was, with a glimmer of hope in her heart. However, hope often brings disappointment.
We kept in touch quite often in the following years. Sometimes, after class, I would go to her house, eat and chat. Sex was not the most important thing between us. She always treated me as her child, her lover, and cared for me and educated me. Every time after 9 o'clock, I would go home because I couldn't arouse my parents' suspicion. She has a normal family.
In 1999, the year I was admitted to university, her family immigrated to Canada. From then on, we lost contact.
I miss her very much. As we are both in a foreign country, she should have similar feelings. How many times can a person experience such beautiful love in his life? Although she and her boyfriend did not end up together, that kind of love was pure and natural, tender and not the least bit artificial. There were no material factors involved, it was just the mutual attraction between two people. When I think about the love I have now, my experience of life, and everything she taught me. When I think of those things, I feel full of gratitude towards her. I love her, just like I love my mother, with respect, admiration, attachment and reluctance to part.
Accidents always happen when you stay at your teacher’s house!
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