My Sex and Love with a High School Female Teacher (Student Campus Adult Novel)

My sex and love with my high school female teacher

My first contact with sex came from novels, because when I was young I loved reading books, storytelling, and novels.

A lot to watch. I read a lot of martial arts novels when I was in middle school, starting with the works of Mr. Jin Yong. Later, I read

Many others.

There were a lot of bad books in the early 1990s. There is a book rental store next to my house, and I often rent books from it. print

The most obvious thing is that I accidentally got a book by Wolongsheng. I don’t know if it’s a fake author, but the content is pure color.

The love stories are all sexual descriptions, like those called dragon and tripod.

I was in the second grade of junior high school when I read that book. After reading it, I had nocturnal emission. Later, I also learned

Learned how to masturbate. At that time, I rode my bike to school and passed by our broken train station. The video hall played some very tempting movies all day long.

Yes, I watched it once or twice with courage, they were all Category III movies. But I felt it was very exciting at the time.

The junior high school days passed quickly. There were no good high schools in our area, so I went to a key high school in the provincial capital. then

I experienced sex for the first time here.

After entering school, when I took my first history class, I saw our history teacher. She was about 2

About 7 or 8 years old. Height about 1.60, with fair skin and a dignified appearance, according to the aesthetic standards of the time

From a beauty perspective, it is a very iconic figure, but judging by today's perspective, the curves may not be that exquisite.

Very plump, but the waist and hip curve is not so S-shaped. It may also be that the clothes were more conservative at that time.

Her habit of teaching is to talk for 40 minutes, leaving 5 minutes for everyone to read freely.

She would walk back and forth in the aisle. Because I was the study committee member, she would talk to me when she came to me, meaning to get to know me.

I would chat with her to improve the teaching effect. I found that she seemed to like chatting with boys. Later I found out that

There is a reason.

At that time, I was a student living on campus. The student dormitory area was at the southernmost part, with teaching, canteen, and water room in the middle.

The playground and other places, and the teachers' dormitory area is on the northernmost side.

At that time, according to the living habits, after dinner, everyone would go to the water room to get water.

I often met the history teacher there. She usually brought her one-year-old child to fetch water and then

Play on the playground for a while and then go home. I just chat with her sometimes.

Later, it became a habit and we talked more and more. I gradually learned that her husband was not from the local area and was in the oil industry.

I can't come back twice or three times a year. There was no TV in the dormitory at that time, so when I chatted with her, I talked about

Said I wanted to watch TV and went to her house. I've never been there either.

Finally, on October 1st, when the holiday came, everyone was busy going home. My home was far away, so I didn’t go back until the next day.

So there were not many people in the dormitory at night, and I wondered if I could go to her house to watch TV.

I happened to go to the water room to get some water and ran into her. She asked: Why didn't you go home? I said: The road is long, I will go to the

The sky is back. Later I told her that there was no one in the dormitory and I wanted to go to her house to watch TV. It was a very casual request at the time.

I didn't think of any issues between men and women.

She didn't even think about whether her husband had gone home for vacation or had any other inconveniences. She is cheerful

Agreed. So I went to her house with her.

That was my first time there, it was a very cozy two-bedroom apartment. I went in and started watching TV in the living room. She poured it for me.

Then she went to the bedroom and closed the door. When she came out, she had changed into loose clothes and ate melon with me.

We watched TV and talked about some topics related to TV. She went to coax the child to sleep after a while.

I continued watching. After the child fell asleep, she returned to the living room and collected some melon seed shells. The moment she lowered her head,

I accidentally saw her fair and plump breasts. Of course, she was wearing a bra, but that scene immediately excited me.

Spirited.

I felt a little hot, and after I finished cleaning up, I continued to watch TV with me, but I was already a little cramped, and there was no such thing.

It's natural when you're thinking. I changed the channel to hide my panic, and ended up watching Phoenix TV.

Wen Tai, I remember that it was covered at that time, but I don’t know why it disappeared later.

It turned out that a TV series starring Irene Wan was being broadcast, and she said let's take a look at it, as she had watched a few episodes. Watched for a while

There are some passionate scenes, but of course they are just kissing, not pornographic at all. But the atmosphere in the living room was very awkward.

There was no sound except the breathing coming from the TV. In the situation at that time, it seemed that I didn't listen to the push of my

desire. It’s so hot.

I really wanted to escape, but I couldn't bear to. The scenes in the third-level movies, the pornographic descriptions in the books, and my

My constant curiosity about the female body makes me feel flustered. My head is buzzing. Now I think back, I was so naive.

He would not say anything to a woman, let alone seduce her, nor would he dare to do anything.

It just seems like I don’t want to leave because of some expectation. She seemed to be talking about TV all the time, and then she asked me to eat something.

Seeing that I was in a trance, he asked me if I was feeling unwell, my face was so red, did I have a fever, and if I was

Come and touch my forehead, and I said no, no. I wanted it in my heart, but in reality I jumped away and didn't let her touch me. I don't understand

At that time, it seemed like I always had the opposite mentality towards the opposite sex. I wanted to get close to them but always avoided them.

She couldn't muster up the courage, and just at that moment her home called, probably from her husband, waiting for her to finish the call.

I stood up to leave, but she told me to watch it for a while longer. I still insisted on leaving because I felt that I

Those thoughts are sinful. After I came out and took a few steps, I immediately regretted it when I felt the coolness. Thinking of that white chest,

There is that mysterious thing between the legs, I feel depressed but don’t have the courage to go back. Go back to the dormitory, pack your things and go home.

After I came back from vacation, my life was very busy until the second semester of my senior year, and I never went to her house to watch TV again.

Sometimes her white breasts appear in my mind, and I regret that I don’t have the courage.

Apart from classes, I rarely interact with her. Before the summer vacation, we decided to

Whether it was a liberal arts class or a science class, I studied science without a doubt. After the class change, she was no longer my history teacher.

A similar situation occurred during the summer vacation. All the other students who lived nearby in the dormitory left, and I was the only one left.

I went to the water room again, not to get some water, just hoping to "occasionally" run into her. Sure enough, I really met you.

She did, she greeted me when she saw me, but she didn’t go home?

I said yes and would come back tomorrow. Then we talked about my change of class and the fact that she would no longer teach me.

Later I mentioned watching TV again, she said okay, nothing to do, go watch TV, don't you like watching TV?

As for football, there is a game today.

So we went to her house for the second time. This time we were much more casual. We ate, poured our own water, and she coaxed us.

She was taking care of the kids, cleaning the room, washing clothes, etc. I occasionally held her hand, and she didn't touch her hand a few times.

Finally, I squeezed her hand a little harder. She must have noticed something was wrong, but she didn’t

There is performance, continue to be busy with her work. It was very hot in the summer and she wore a big skirt.

The exquisite figure finally showed through. I kept thinking about how to get closer to her, and then she was done with her work.

My wife was asleep too, so she sat down and watched TV with me. I was watching the game, but she couldn't understand it, so she could only watch the men. I

We talked about these players and I introduced them to her. Later, she suddenly asked, it seems that all these football players have bow legs.

I said no, I said I kicked too, my legs were very straight.

She said, "Do you play football?" I replied, "Yes, have you watched the football game next semester? I have been playing football.

Where is our class champion?"

She smiled and said, "Are you also a bow-head?" I said that maybe it's inevitable that I've been playing football since I was a kid, but I think it's very straight.

I stood up and showed him. She just teased me that my legs were not tight and there was a gap in the middle. I said who doesn't have one?

Ah, you too. So she stood up too. She was much shorter than me, so she stood on the sofa, facing me.

I suddenly hugged her waist with courage I don't know where I got from.

She pushed me. When she refused, I was scared, so I quickly let go and said sorry.

Teacher, I don’t know what to say. She also fell silent and just stood there stiffly.

Later she asked me to sit down and she said to me softly, close your eyes. I closed my eyes obediently, my heart pounding.

She ran downstairs to turn off the lights, and maybe looked at the child. It seemed to get darker around her, and the sound of the TV could be heard.

It was turned up a bit. I felt her approaching me, and I thought it would be okay, so I opened my eyes and saw her.

She was sitting astride my legs, so close to me.

Her breath continued to ravage my face. Very heavy. She hugged me and pressed herself against me, and I hugged her too.

I could feel her back rising and falling.

To be honest, she probably just wanted to feel the man's breath because she was too hungry, and she hadn't decided yet.

To break the bottom line. It was just that desire overcame reason later!

When we hugged each other, I was at a loss, my heart was beating fast, my mind was blank, and I didn't know what to do.

Know what to do. But my thing was already standing up, stubbornly pressing against her lower abdomen. She also felt

I realized it.

He reached inside and held me, feeling my body throb.

Move, my hardness, and he seems to be satisfied with my hardness. I later tried to take off her clothes, but my hands were clumsy.

Can't take it off.

She smiled softly, then jumped down and took off her skirt and underwear. In the dim light,

I saw her naked body. At that time, I really wanted to turn on the light and take a closer look, especially to see her most private part.

But I didn't dare move. She came up again.

Start kissing me. My kissing skills were really bad at that time. I felt her soft and smooth tongue, but it was

Her teeth often chattered, making her laugh. While kissing me, he took off my clothes. Then I feel

I was covered with her smooth and delicate flesh. I started to hold her breasts, maybe too hard, and she hummed

Tell me to be gentle.

After that, she raised her ass, held my dick and started looking for her mysterious area.

As I sank, I felt myself entering a warm and humid place and being wrapped up. She seemed to exclaim

She made a sound and then twisted her body, enjoying my insertion. Maybe it's because I masturbated before, so I don't look like much

Virgin, ejaculates as soon as he is touched.

Her movements gradually became stronger and her moans became louder, and I could feel waves of intense friction.

The pleasure began to attack me. She moved while whispering in my ear, "Tell me when you are about to cum."

I". When I finally couldn't hold it anymore, I mumbled "I'm going to cum" in my throat. She also felt that I

It suddenly began to swell, and she swallowed me deeply, not moving anymore, enjoying my shaking and swelling.

As soon as I finished ejaculating, she jumped down and went to the bathroom. Now I think she was there to clean up my semen.

At that time, there were probably fewer families with condoms on hand. Contraceptives may be used less frequently in smaller cities.

When she went into the bathroom, I took the opportunity to turn on the light. I hope she can appreciate it when she comes back. Results

She was already wrapped in a towel when she came back, and then she curled up on the sofa. After a moment of silence, she asked me to turn off the lights. I had to

Then close it again.

"Do you... like this?" she asked.

"I said I like it."

"Is the teacher a bad teacher?" she asked again.

"No, the teacher is very good, he teaches, educates and answers questions..." I don't know how I managed to say the text.

These made her laugh and the atmosphere became much more relaxed. “This is not a good thing, I did it.

You can regret it, but it's too early for you, and high school is a critical moment. You study well, because this film

"If it rings, I will feel uneasy for the rest of my life," she said solemnly.

I am speechless.

She went on to say, "You can't tell anyone about this. Keep it a secret. Don't let others experience you because you've experienced something they haven't.

Showing off is not a good thing! "I agreed and said, "I won't tell anyone." "only

Just for this time, luckily I won’t teach you anymore, just forget it, there won’t be a next time, okay?”

Now I was silent.

She emphasized it, and I nodded in agreement. Later I said, "After I finish my college entrance exam..."

She interrupted. "So what after you pass the college entrance exam? Forget about it. There won't be a next time. You will have a better future."

It was obvious that she was very remorseful and worried about this matter. I could see that she was flustered and uneasy. I said

I have to go now. I could see that she was also scared and didn't want to keep me. I put on my clothes, drank some water, and prepared to go out.

She hugged me again at the door and whispered in my ear, "Forget it. I hope you won't remember it when I come back from summer vacation."

We pretended this never happened. "I nodded, opened the door and went out.

On the way back to the dormitory, I still felt like I was in a dream, and there was a sense of excitement and pride. Thinking about her now

What are you thinking about.

After returning from summer vacation, I was assigned to a new class. This matter became less and less important. It was also very strange.

I rarely saw her, and when I saw her occasionally, we never talked. Studying is becoming more and more stressful. I basically forgot about it. Time flies.

Passed away, 2 years passed quickly. There was almost no contact in between.

After the college entrance examination, everyone estimated their scores and applied for college. I really had no idea or experience about what to study at that time.

At this time, she came to me once and talked to me about volunteering. I have to thank her for this. She suggested the telecommunications

I chose the famous school in the capital and got what I wanted. Now I am working.

When I think about it, I think she should have contributed a lot to the success of my work and career.