My homeroom teacher’s name is Wang, a woman, in her 30s, still single, and to put it nicely, she’s called a single nobleman.
The truth is that no one wants her.
She’s not good looking and overly tall, 179cm tall, but a typical super S body shape.
There are many reasons why she has been single, and our classmates speculate that it is because she is high minded and more difficult to get along with, and there is actually a basis for saying that because she doesn’t get along well with the other teachers either.
One time, it was a Tuesday afternoon, school ended 3 hours earlier than usual, and my classmates and I were playing ball on the court.
I’m a terrible ball player and don’t like to play, so I barely play every time because I’m short-handed.
It was the same this time. My hand was still warm when my replacement arrived.
After I said goodbye to my classmates, I went upstairs to pack my bag and was ready to go back to the dormitory. Suddenly my stomach was not feeling well, I just went into the toilet, there was a roar from inside: go out and not yet clean.
Shit, I thought to myself when is a bad time to clean and I chose this time. I really can’t help it, and there is a women’s restroom on this floor, although there are not many people, but I still dare not go. The nearest toilet is on the 3rd floor of the opposite school building, I hate this ah, this old school building is which grandson design, will not be a layer of design a?
I had the bright idea that there was a restroom upstairs that was very private and shared by both men and women because very few people went there, but of course it was only used by the principal and individual teachers.
So I took three steps and quickly climbed upstairs. The door was so small, right in the corner at the end of the hallway, angled toward the principal’s office.
I poked my head by the principal’s office to make sure it was empty, and I went into the restroom this time, relieved.
In fact, when it comes down to it, you should be able to tell that I’m an honest kid, though some say honest kids wilt and are naughty!
I was cool with it, big numbers are really one of life’s great pleasures. That’s when one of the encounters of my life began ……
Ms. Wang came in, she didn’t see me at first, and I could tell by her movements that she was trying to change her clothes. She was probably fresh out of the shower, wearing a fat t-shirt and pants, her hair was down her back, and her feet were still wet. Only to see her remove her own body shirt revealing her simply bigger tits than I could have ever imagined, the nipples were pointed and black. She kept rubbing her big tits with her lotion, one at a time, and she seemed to be enjoying the feeling so much that she actually closed her eyes. Holy shit, she took off her pants and that thick very forest was naked and exposed. I heard a poof and I farted.
It’s over, it’s all over, she’s spotted me, and then there’s a shriek, not loud but loud enough to scare the hell out of me.
Four eyes opposite each other, speechless, time froze. After what seemed like an eternity, my legs a little numb, she whispered, Wipe it off and come to my office. I hmmm. To her office, still speechless, still four eyes.
I do not know how old it was, she finally spoke: you wait for me in the evening at the big row of my building small.
Teacher …… Oh I preface and stop.
The management of a technical school is different from that of a university, and no one will pay attention to you when you leave the school. So, she and I left the campus one after another without anyone noticing.
April weather comes and goes, and the warm air is laced with a biting breeze. The excitement of thinking about the scene I had just witnessed made me tremble.
I secretly think this matter can be big or small, since the teacher called me out instead of talking about it in the school, this matter must have room for maneuver. Besides, this matter can only be called an accident, and I can’t be considered as intentionally peeping, it was her who came in later on her own, cloudy. Anyway, I thought about it a lot.
I was actually a few hundred meters behind her, and walked a long way, only to get to the bottom of her house before she looked back at me and gestured for me to wait for him in that spot, and then she went up the stairs alone.
I crouched on the steps next to the road, searching for a response. Not long after, she changed into a dress and appeared in front of me. Frankly speaking, she was dressed in a very old-fashioned way, but due to the scene just now, as soon as I saw her, my brain went back to that moment.
She and I sat down on a roadside daiquiri, she ordered two beers and poured herself a drink, I poured one too, and remained speechless.
His dress was fat and had a low neckline, so I couldn’t see anything, but it was enough to arouse my reverie.
We barely ate, I just stared at her breasts while she just drank.
After three rounds of drinks, she said, I won’t tell anyone about this afternoon, and she seemed to notice my loss of composure.
I hurriedly avert my eyes, A: I did not mean it, I could not help but get there at that time, I ……
It’s okay, don’t mention it she said faintly.
She ordered two more beers and began to pour herself a drink.
After another moment, she said, Do you guys think I’m weird and hard to get along with?
No, I think you’re a good teacher, you’ve always cared about us, and I think they don’t understand you must be because they don’t understand me to say.
If they were all like you, I wouldn’t be in so much pain she said.
The truth is that life is a torn between pain and burnout, if you could just relax and not be so demanding of yourself and others, maybe everything would be different I say.
She was a little surprised, for a student at a technical school to say such a thing was unexpected.
In fact, I am a child who loves to read books, just extracurricular books, the textbooks are not interested at all, many of the world’s most famous books and philosophical books I love to read, I especially like Schopenhauer and Nietzsche. I especially like Schopenhauer and Nietzsche. I chose a technical school because I wanted to learn a skill, so I wouldn’t have to run around too much in the future.
She started drinking again and I poured a second glass, which, frankly, I can’t beat.
They see me as single and older, so they look down on me and talk bad about me, saying I’m physically defective so I can’t get married she said, obviously drunk and sobbing a little between words.
I don’t think this little incident today should have irritated her so much. There must be something else.
I physiological which have problems, you have not seen it, I have no problem, I’m just afraid of being hurt, abandoned, just do not dare to pay for it, she said.
You are a good man and you deserve to be happy …… My words are growing.
It was getting late, I looked at my watch it was already 10 o’clock, and there were almost a dozen diplomas of bottles of wine on the ground. Surrounded by a noisy crowd, no one would notice what was going on here, it was unusually quiet in this corner of the city.
Maybe it was destiny that two lonely people would come together.
I pulled her up, she was big for me, and with what was left of her consciousness she answered me where her family lived.
Her house was on the second floor, I helped her to the door and rang the doorbell a few times but no one opened the door, I thought she probably lived alone.
I supported her entire body and felt for the room key on her. The hallway was dark and long, and my hands roamed her body, not looking for the key; her voluptuous body held me down.
I opened the door, her house is a two-room apartment, there are 4, 50 square meters, a little messy, seems to be the owner of the house did not care to clean up the result. I helped her to the bed, she just laid down and threw up, no way, it seems I can’t leave today, I locked the door, then helped her to the toilet, she kept throwing up. I cleaned up what she had just thrown up, it was so dirty, I honestly hadn’t done this before. Her sheets were all dirty and I put them in the washing machine for her. Then got a cloth that looked like a sheet and put it over her, and when I went to the bathroom to help her, she fell asleep too.
There wasn’t much strength left in me when I laid her down on the bed again, and I lay beside her in a reverie as I watched her heaving and falling chest.
She turned around just enough to come face to face with me, her mouth still smelling of the alcohol she’d just had, her hair sparsely strewn in front of her.
I was just a bloody young man and I couldn’t overcome the physical need. I flattened her back down, pulled the halter down, and gave it a tug. The fat dress, obediently, slipped down, her white inner library could not encompass the dark, thick, lush forest, and the bra seemed too small. I gave it only a slight tug, and a breast popped out, the nipple dark and large and erect, and I flicked it with my hand, and she ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah. The sound was small, but it scared me.
So I organized my thoughts and came up with an idea. I searched her house for half a day and finally found what I was looking for – a camcorder.
I took pictures and a small video of her when she was naked and then used her home computer to upload it to my e-mail.
When everything was done, she was still lying obediently on the bed, and by now she was naked. She was panting heavily, not at all ladylike.
It was my first time and I wouldn’t be using a condom, I rubbed my swollen manhood to the limit, rubbing it constantly against the side of her vagina, and then slammed my pestle in, she ah’d, and I gagged her with my hand before she could even scream out. I sucked on her nipples with deadly intensity, chewing on them until I left a trail of teeth marks. She was relatively huge for me in terms of size, and all I could do was climb on top of her.
I spent my first night with this woman who was 10 years older than me, and knew that I had shot my last drop of cum as I crawled on top of her and fell asleep.