First edition, December 7, 1999
This is my real experience, for the sake of the real record, so I did not make much noise, if you readers feel that there is not enough excitement, please write to me!
It was about ten years ago when I first entered the first grade of a national high school in Taichung County. I remember that there were two teachers that I hated the most, one was the physical education teacher and the other was the music teacher.
The gym teacher was a man who was very aggressive and liked to swear. But he has nothing to do with what I’m going to talk about today, so let’s skip him…
The one who was relevant was the music teacher. She was a woman, and she was even more aggressive in class, and although she didn’t swear, we were more afraid of her and thought she was a bit of a pervert.
For example; she seems to hate it when students forget their textbooks. If you accidentally forget to bring them, she will think of ideas to fix you up, even if you get slapped on the palm of your hand, she also wants us to call someone at home to bring the textbooks to school!
It’s just a lot of hard work! When the family brought their textbooks, class was already over! Isn’t that sick?
One of her students gave her a very famous nickname, “Secret Eagle”. I’m sure anyone who has ever watched a puppet show before would be familiar with it, right? That’s right, it’s that hunchbacked mysterious weirdo, Secret Eagle!
I guess the fact that she got that nickname has something to do with her looks and size, besides the fact that she has a bit of a perverted personality.
Her hair was not long, usually tied into a short ponytail. Her face isn’t pretty, but it’s not heartbreaking, and her eyes, though single-lidded, are large and gleaming, with sparse eyebrows and a waxy face – when she stares at you, you’re bound to be startled!
She is not tall, I guess it should be less than one hundred and fifty centimeters, coupled with a little fat, so when people see this kind of morality, and then hear the students nicknamed her – “secret sculpture”, often unconsciously let out a heartfelt laugh.
Once at school I saw a moving car and couldn’t see anyone driving it, so I was startled and thought it was a ghost car. Upon closer inspection, I realized that she was too short for me to notice that there was someone in the driver’s seat!
Once unfortunately, I forgot my textbooks again! At that time I didn’t even dare to turn myself in because she had already threatened us last time that if anyone forgot their textbooks next time, they would be beaten with a cane on the back of the hand instead of the palm!
Oh, my God! How much that can hurt! I was so scared that I then found a textbook to pretend it was a music textbook for a bit.
The class was really scary, afraid that she would come over and find out, because she had asked in the beginning of the class if there was anyone who didn’t have a textbook this time? Surprisingly, no one stood up! I thought, “If I’m the only one in the class who doesn’t have one, then I’ll be dead even more! But that’s just the way it is – the more you worry about something, the more it happens!
After a long time, the class was about to end, and I was glad that she found me out! So she started to check the textbooks of the whole class, and even worse – I was the only one who didn’t have one with me this time! I was the only one who didn’t have it! Just when I was resigned to my fate, the bell rang like a lifesaver.
So she then asked me to meet her in the counseling office after lunch. After she left, I couldn’t help but be the target of my classmates’ gloating!
After surviving two sessions in a worried mood, I ate my lunchbox hastily. At the expense of the happy time of eating ice after dinner, I went to the counseling center to report to the “secret sculpture” alone and with a feeling of fear.
When I walked into the counseling room, I saw her eating her bento alone at her desk and it was one of those iron bento boxes. I guess she prepared it herself.
At that time, almost everyone ate made-to-order bento, as if very few people prepared it from home. I thought to myself that she was really different! It’s a wonder that she’s a music teacher and a tutor at the same time! I think she’s the one who needs counseling!
She hadn’t finished her lunch yet, so she told me to wait around. It was hard to wait for her to finish eating.
She then asked, “Why don’t you have your textbook?”
I replied, “I forgot it!”
She said, “Forgot it? How dare you say that? How many times have you done that?”
I couldn’t really remember how many times I had done this, so I replied, “I won’t forget it next time.”
She added, “Do you know that I’ve been watching you for a long time? I’ve been watching you for a long time! You seem to be in it every time!”
I bowed my head in shame.
Apparently, she wasn’t moved by this, so she said, “Every one of you will say that! You’re the ones who won’t bring it next time!”
I hung my head and said, “Please give me another chance, teacher.”
She said angrily, “How can I trust you guys like that?” Then she stood up and walked into a small room separated by a filing cabinet and said, “Come over here.”
I walked in with her and she sat down on the couch and said, “Come here, sit here.”
I followed her instructions and sat down on the couch next to her. She looked at me and said, “Okay, tell your teacher why you always don’t take what she says seriously.”
I didn’t know what excuse to use to answer her, so I said, “Teacher, I will pay attention in the future and won’t do it again.”
She said, “Then why didn’t you pay attention before? Did you look down on your teacher?”
I said fearfully, “I didn’t.”
I think the teacher she couldn’t think of anything to say to scold me for a while, so there was a moment of silence.
Then she suddenly reached over and touched my cock through my pants. I was at a loss for words and panicked, removing her hand with my hand.
I thought to myself, “Is this the punishment he’s going to give me?
She didn’t say anything, then moved her hand over and continued to touch my cock, and even grabbed it with her hand. I didn’t dare to resist, so I had to accept the punishment given to me by the teacher in silence.
The receiver, she said, “Come, sit on the teacher’s lap.”
I hesitated before carefully sitting on top of her thighs.
Then she unbuckled my belt and pants and pulled my underwear down my thighs before taking my cock in her hand.
I can’t believe she said, “It’s so small.”
Damn it! This is really seriously hurting my young mind!
However, after watching for a while, she took my cock in her hand and started rubbing it up and down to help me masturbate.
At this time my cock also began to rise up, it seems that she seems to be quite satisfied, then said: “Is not there a feeling of itching?”
I replied, “Uh-huh.”
I guess she probably doesn’t know that I’ve been masturbating since I was in fifth grade. However, the way she helped me masturbate wasn’t quite the same as the way I used on my own, that’s all.
The feeling of being masturbated by the teacher honestly seemed to have a kind of abusive pleasure in it. However, as the pleasure gradually increased, I fantasized about having sex with my female classmates in junior high school. Alas, I was unable to find the object of my sexual fantasies because our junior high school classes were segregated into boys and girls!
Then she asked me while masturbating me, “Does it hurt? Tell me if it hurts.”
Actually, I wanted to say, “Teacher, you’re hurting me.” Because when she held my cock in her hand and rubbed it up and down, her nails seemed to poke my glans, which hurt. But then I didn’t dare to say it. I just let her do whatever she wanted.
However, as the pleasure gradually increased, the pain also seemed insignificant. At this point I really wanted to tell her, “Teacher, please harder, faster, okay?” But I didn’t dare to say it.
But there was a time for closure – I had finally reached the peak of my pleasure.
At this point she seemed to notice my reaction as well. Then she stopped rubbing me and held my cock tightly in her hand so that I could reach a higher level of pleasure.
However, it didn’t take long before she seemed to have a question, which she didn’t voice. But, I guess she was wondering why I didn’t cum?
On that note, it’s embarrassing to say. It was actually a result of me having masturbated the night before.
She probably thought I was still underdeveloped at this point. But it wasn’t long before a few drops of cum came out of my urethra. She looked at it, and as if it was a treasure, she got up and knelt in front of me, took my cock in her mouth and started sucking.
As she was sucking, I could feel the teeth inside her mouth from my cock, which was a little different from how I usually imagined oral sex would feel. Honestly, she should have sucked me off in the first place, and by the time I was now leaking and my cock was soft, I didn’t feel as stimulated.
After about a minute, she spit my cock out of her mouth and walked over to the trash can to spit the saliva out of her mouth. I could see a long line of goo running from her mouth to the trash can, and it looked like she was struggling to finish the job. I was expecting her to eat all my cum in her stomach.
Then she turned back to me and took toilet paper out of her pocket to wipe my cock clean. And then told me to put my pants back on.
At that moment she said, “Well, you should hurry back to class.”
That’s when I looked at her and couldn’t help but reach out and touch her breasts.
She was startled and ducked away. She stared at me, a little angry, and said, “Why are you acting like this!”
I hurriedly replied, “I’m sorry, sensei. I was just curious.”
She said, “Can you do that out of curiosity?” After a while, she said, “Okay, forget it. Don’t tell anyone when you get back.”
I replied, “Yes.” I walked out.
When I got home that night and lay down on my bed to go to sleep, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I kept thinking back to the episode and my mind was full of questions – why didn’t she just have sex with me then? At the same time, I felt pity because I couldn’t help but touch her breasts, but only touched her bra through her clothes.
Maybe it’s because I have an Oedipal complex? I’m always in love with women’s breasts. I couldn’t help but get excited thinking about it, so I started masturbating again. While I was masturbating, I was also fantasizing about having sex with her.
It was all over after a while. After I calmed down, I realized that it was strange for me to fantasize about having sex with this ugly, short and strange teacher in the eyes of my classmates. In the past, my sexual fantasies were either about a gentle Chinese teacher or a beautiful and flirtatious English teacher! How did I end up in this situation? Unexpectedly, this incident seemed to have become a shadow in my heart since then, and she became the object of my most frequent sexual fantasies! She’s really a devil!
In future music lessons, even when she saw me, she pretended not to recognize me. I, however, used to look at her during the lessons with my eyes wide open, while fantasizing about unspeakable things.
When I entered the second grade of junior high school, we were re-grouped into classes. She wasn’t my music teacher, but she became my Scout teacher!
When the first time I took her Scout class, I figured this time too, like before, she would act as if that had never happened between us at all, right?
However, just after class she called me in the hallway. She said, “Wang XX, can you come to the counseling room at noon to see the teacher?”
I replied, “Yes.”
She turned back and walked away when she heard it.
At this point my heart was bouncing. I thought to myself that this time my teacher would not do that with me again.
It was hardly noon, so I went to the counseling room to see her as promised. In the back of my mind I was thinking that maybe this time I would get my first taste of sex with a woman.
When I entered the counseling room, she told me to sit down. She said, “What do you think of the teacher?”
I replied, “It’s good, just a little mean.”
She smiled and replied, “Really?”
It’s like I’ve never had the experience of seeing her smile before, and I find it weird.
She added, “I know you all think I’m mean and hate me, right?”
I said, “No.”
She said, “You hate me too, don’t you?”
I said, “No.”
She added, “I know you dislike me a lot, I can see it in the eyes.”
To be honest, although I didn’t like her at that time, I didn’t hate her either! And somehow I felt a little bit of sympathy for her. But she insisted that she could tell I hated her by the look in my eyes. That’s a hell of a thing to say! She’s a guidance counselor, too! So I kept quiet.
Then she said, “Do you want to come to the teacher’s house this Sunday?”
I asked her, “Where is the teacher’s house?”
She said, “It’s in Daejia.”
I said, “I don’t know how to get to Ojia.”
She said, “I can take you there.” And she said, “Well, this Sunday morning at nine o’clock, you wait for me at the side door of the school, and I’ll take you there.”
I thought to myself, “Do you really want to do that with me this time?
So I answered, “Yes.”
I was on time for my appointment that Sunday morning, only to see a red sedan already waiting there. She called out to me from the car and I got in.
The car arrived at Ojia in about less than half an hour. When I got out of the car, I realized that we had arrived at a hotel. I thought to myself why not to her house? Was it because it was inconvenient to do that kind of thing?
I followed behind her into the hotel.
I looked at her back. She was wearing a white blouse, a knee-length red narrow skirt with white stockings and red high heels. Her hair was no longer tied up as usual, but let down, and surprisingly there was a white bow in her hair.
In order to seduce a man, a nearly forty-year-old woman had to make a young dress that did not match her age, and I couldn’t help but sympathize with her in my heart. Perhaps it is her eccentric and withdrawn personality that makes her lonely and friendless, and unable to taste love, so she is so lonely and longs for the comfort of a man!
I heard from my classmates that she grew up in a single-parent family. Her father was a veteran who had retreated from the mainland to Taiwan, and he was all alone. It was not easy for him to get married, but he ran off with another man! She was only two years old at the time. After raising her to be a teacher, he suffered a stroke and became paralyzed, leaving her home sick. He relied on her to take care of him every day.
The thought of it made me feel compassionate. Fine! I’ll dedicate my body for the first time to make her satisfied! Then I walked up the stairs with her and entered the room.
She locked the door behind her, and at that point my heart was really in my mouth, so to speak. Then we took off our shoes and sat together on the edge of the bed.
She opened her mouth and asked me, “Are you nervous?”
I said, “No.”
She said, “You look nervous to me. It’s okay, just relax.” She then took off her narrow skirt herself.
When she was about to take off her blouse, she saw me sitting still. She said, “Why don’t you move? Quickly take off your clothes.”
I then did as she said. While watching her with my eyes, she was undressing. The underwear she was wearing was a white one that contained a girdle with lace on it!
Then when she used her hands to undo the hooks on the back of her underwear, she seemed to be having trouble with one of the hooks, and I really wanted to reach out and help her as I watched her tug at the buttons with her hands, but I didn’t dare.
It was hard for her to finally get her underwear completely undone, and as she slid it down her arms I finally got a glimpse of her breasts, which looked quite perky and even a little fat.
Then she started to take off her pantyhose, when she suddenly turned her head to look at me and said, “What’s there to see, why don’t you take off your pants.”
It turns out that when I stripped down to just my underwear, I hesitated to do so because this was really my first time. It was only at her command that I hurriedly took off my panties as well.
By this time she had also long since removed her panties. She sat down next to me, reached out her hand to stroke my cock, took it in her hand, looked at it, and said, “You’ve got a nice looking thing.”
I never dreamed that my cock would be praised by my teacher! I stared at her round, fat breasts and finally mustered up the courage to make a move to touch them. Luckily, she didn’t stop me this time.
The first time I touched a woman’s breasts, it was so new and exciting that it felt like a mass of fat hanging from her chest. Her areolas were large and not as dark as some older women or women who had been fucked too many times. I know a lot of men prefer women with small areolas, but I like women with big ones. I think it might have something to do with the fact that the first woman I fucked had large areolas.
I started to knead her breasts with my hands, and my eyes started to stare at her bottom, because her pubic hair and thighs weren’t fully spread, so I couldn’t see her vital parts. I wanted to reach out and touch them, but I didn’t have the guts.
At this time I noticed her hands were covered with scald scars a little scary. As if she knew what I was wondering, she said, “This is from the boiling water that I accidentally burned when I was a teacher.”
I only responded to her with a dumbfounded, “Wow.”
Then she said, “Come! You lie down.”
I lay down and soon felt my cock being tightened around her mouth and started sucking it in and out, letting my cock in and out of her mouth. I thought to myself: her technique has really improved since last time!
She put my cock after a dozen strokes, spit out of her mouth, said: “salty.” And said: “Well, you get up.” Then, she lay down next to me, spread her legs and said: “Come up.”
So I got up and knelt between her legs, and figuring that her spreading her legs was a license to do so, I had the nerve to reach out and touch her pussy.
In the past, I had only read about women’s pussy in books, but this time I not only saw a real female pussy but also was touching it with my hands, and what I had dreamed of finally came true! I felt that a woman’s pussy was much softer than I had imagined.
Under the lure of curiosity, I bent down and put my eyes close to her pussy, want to explore the whole thing to see clearly, and found that her two pieces of pussy lips are quite fat, the color close to the color of flesh and a little red, and the shape is also very good-looking. Unlike some women’s labia, either the shape looks very strange or the color turns black or purple.
After I got older and came into contact with more women, I realized that none of them could match my teacher’s good-looking pussy. A woman with an unattractive face, but her pussy was so attractive, it’s true that you can’t judge a book by its cover! It seems that God is fair!
So everyone, if your girlfriend is not good-looking outwardly, do not be discouraged and cold people, maybe after deeper relationship will be able to find that she has the advantages of “inner beauty”.
At this point I was viewing her pussy while still fiddling with it with my hand so that I could get a better look at it. Suddenly, I had the idea of licking my teacher’s pussy with my tongue. I didn’t realize that she saw through it, and she said, “No licking.”
I was flabbergasted, thinking, how did she know I wanted to lick her pussy?
I had to raise my head and grab her breasts with my hands again, and started to caress and knead them, and then came up with my mouth to lick her nipples. This time she did not block, so I used my mouth to suck her nipple up, her nipple is quite large. As I sucked, I switched to another nipple, and the more I sucked, the more energized I became, and for a long time I refused to let go, and reached out my hand to fondle her other breast.
That’s when she said, “Well, can’t you suck the milk?”
I reluctantly gave up and used my hand again to stroke her belly under her belly squeeze, she was a bit of an obese woman with a bulging belly. Then my hand wandered over to her pussy and started stroking it again.
As I watched, I flipped her pussy lips. Seriously, she had a really nice looking pussy – her pubic hair was lush and soft. Her labia majora were very fat, as if they had a lot of fat, making her pussy look bulging. The two labia minora were very square and plump, and were exposed to the thick pubic hair, unlike many women’s pussies which are completely buried by pubic hair. So to have the honor of watching the teacher’s pussy could be said to be a great visual enjoyment.
The teacher seemed to be a little angry and embarrassed, and said, “What’s there to see, come up quickly.”
I knew she wanted me to penetrate, so I lifted my cock and sent it towards her pussy. But my cock kept getting stuck in front of her hole, and after several tries I could never get it in, it was a mess.
The teacher looked at me and seemed to sympathize with me, so she reached out her hand to hold my cock and said, “Yes.” So I gratefully pushed hard, and effortlessly sent my cock into the teacher’s pussy.
Then I held her legs with both hands and began a slow pumping motion. As I watched my cock move in and out of my hole, I thought to myself that this time I had finally gotten my wish to experience the pleasures of a man and a woman.
After about a dozen more strokes, I was not satisfied with stretching out my hands to fondle my teacher’s breasts, first pushing them into two hills with my hands, then letting them spread out, and then grabbing and releasing them a few times, then grasping them and holding them well, constantly moving and rotating them, enjoying the fun of playing with a woman’s breasts.
Suddenly, I remembered that I kept touching my breasts, but I had forgotten that I had a job to do with my cock down there! So, I started to carry out the continuous action of slowly feeding my cock into my teacher’s hole and then gently pulling it out again.
But my hands still couldn’t give up on my teacher’s wonderful breasts, holding onto them as if I was afraid they would escape. At this time, I felt my hands touching the woman’s breasts, and watched my cock suddenly appear and disappear in the woman’s pussy. All of my previous sexual fantasies were now realized, and I was really happy.
She probably couldn’t stand the sight of me, so she said, “Get on your back.” So I will lie on her body to continue pumping.
At this time, perhaps I was overwhelmed by lust, and had the urge to kiss her regardless of her looks, so I asked her, “Teacher, can I kiss you?”
She said, “No.”
I said, “Why?”
She replied, “I have lipstick on, it will stain you.”
I now think about this is good, I have already lost my body to this old monster, fortunately did not add the first kiss together to be lost.
Suddenly I had a thought that I wanted to try the doggy sex position. So I said, “Teacher, can we change to another position?”
The teacher said, “What position?”
I said, “It’s just that you’re lying on your back, teacher, and I’m entering from behind you.”
She said, “Okay. You get up.”
So I got up and withdrew my cock. She got up and turned around again and got on her knees with her back to me and her ass facing me.
Although her legs are thick and short, but her buttocks can be said to be very long and attractive, white and red, quite fat, unlike my current girlfriend ass flat, really beautiful. I lifted my cock again and inserted it between my teacher’s two fat ass cheeks, but I didn’t expect to be able to get in this time.
The teacher, probably sensing my dilemma, reached out again to guide my cock into her pussy.
After inserting it smoothly, I held onto the teacher’s body and started the thrusting motion. At this time, the teacher buried her head on the pillow and seemed to be resting because she was a bit tired.
After about 20 to 30 thrusts, I felt the pleasure gradually increase, but I really don’t want to ejaculate so early, I want to enjoy it for a longer time, so I paused the pumping action, and lay my body on her back to enjoy the warmth of the moment, and then stretch out my hands to grasp her breasts.
That’s when she asked, “Why aren’t you moving?”
Unable to leave her body, I moved my face closer to her ear, my chest pressed against her back, and began to twist my hips to continue the pumping motion. At this point I was gasping for air and pumping while still being able to smell the scent in her hair.
I was probably so intoxicated that I forgot that I was having sex with a woman who was ugly and probably old enough to be my mother. I began to fantasize that she was my lover, and that it would be great if I could have sex with her all the time and never stop, and that it would be a great pleasure to have sex with my teacher in a place where no one would ever know!
While I was indulging in this, I accidentally dislodged my cock from my teacher’s hole. I had to get up and take hold of my cock and try to reinsert it into my teacher’s hole. I didn’t realize that I had to rely on the teacher’s help to get it back in.
After guiding my cock into her pussy, the teacher seemed uneasy, and while I continued to pump, she also placed her hand on her own hole so that my cock would continue to pump back and forth through her hand to prevent it from falling out again.
That’s when I was touched when I looked in the bedside mirror and saw the look on her face as she closed her eyes and let me pump behind her without complaint. Because she’s usually so mean in class, but she’s so considerate at this point.
A moment later, she spoke, “My legs are so sore, I want to lie down.”
I quickly replied, “Yes.” Then I pulled out my cock.
She then rolled over and lay down, spreading her legs again to reveal her fat, tantalizing pussy. I held my cock forward and she was considerate enough to take hold of my cock and feed it into her pussy without waiting for me to try this time.
I got on top of her and started thrusting, this time quickly I could feel the cum already starting to pool. Knowing that this was an unstoppable trend, I began to stroke up regardless.
Teacher had also sensed this, so she hugged me tightly with both hands, and then hooked her feet tightly around my buttocks, so that the two of us were close together.
My mind had gone blank, and I also clung to my teacher and thrust desperately. When I couldn’t resist the massive torrent even by clenching my sperm gate, I ruthlessly shot a stream of semen into my teacher’s body.
After venting, I was so tired that I lay on top of my teacher to catch a few breaths, and then I wanted to get up. Unexpectedly, the teacher still hold me, not let me get up, said: “Wait a minute.”
I thought to myself, “Can’t she leave me alone?
As a result, she said, “Don’t be in a hurry. Pull it out slowly so you don’t dirty the sheets.” So I carefully pulled my cock out of the teacher’s hole.
She wiped my cock clean with toilet paper. Then she said, “Put your clothes on!”
After a burst of passion, I looked at the short and fat figure of the teacher who was getting dressed, and I can say that my sexual desire was all gone. Color is emptiness, this saying is really right.
Then she drove and drove me back to Toyohara.
Along the way, I kept thinking: Is this my first time? I felt a sense of sadness and regret. I should have shared my first time with my favorite person, right?
When we arrived at Toyohara, my teacher asked me if I wanted to go to lunch with her. I said, “No, I’m fine. I’ll just go home and eat.”
She said, “Okay.” Then the teacher took five hundred dollars from her purse and gave it to me, saying, “Here’s your allowance.”
I took the money and didn’t say a word.
She said, “You can’t tell anyone about this!” I nodded.
After I got out of the car, she said goodbye and drove off.
After that, even in her class, it was as if the incident had never happened, as if both sides had a tacit understanding. Only once, I ran into her in the corridor next to the teacher’s office, the two sides of the awkward moment of eye contact, or she first nodded to me and smiled, I was embarrassed to say to her: “Good teacher!”
She didn’t ask me to do that kind of thing again after that, and about two months later, she quit and left school.
I don’t know whether I was affected by this incident or not, but my academic performance dropped drastically, and I fell out of the top five in every exam. The situation was even worse after I was promoted to the third grade. Even the last few places have become a common occurrence. The results of the Joint Entrance Examination (JEE) were also a mess, and I couldn’t afford to go to a private college, so I had to settle for a high school job.
My sophomore year of high school I had sex with my first girlfriend, who was in my class, and I gave her my first kiss.
It was embarrassing because I failed in my attempt to get a hole-in-one, leading her to believe that it was my first time, when she had been through it many times before.
My mind was not happy about it, but I endured the humiliation of using her as a good object for my internship and greatly improved my skills.
After attending the second college, I finally made a girlfriend who was ideal in my mind. She happened to be my classmate as well, named Huiqiu. However, she was really a good girl. For two years, she didn’t let me take advantage of her–in fact, it was my fault for being too honest.
However, it finally got to me in the year of my extended study. For your information, it was her first time!
Later on, during the two years when I was on military service, she also waited for me without complaint, which made me quite touched. So whenever I have a vacation, I usually can’t wait to run to Kaohsiung to have a good time with her and relax from the tension of work.
After I was discharged from the army, I got a job in the Hsinchu Science Park, and my income was quite stable. I had thought that I had gotten rid of the haze that Ms. Secret Eagle had brought to me. However, at a campus garden party that my sister and I visited, I saw her–Secret Eagle, and I couldn’t possibly mistake her, no one under the sun looks like her.
I was terrified of being recognized by her at the time, but I couldn’t help but look at her. She seemed so much older, her face more bloated.
Then my sister said, “Hey! You see that woman is our former school teacher.”
I replied, “Oh, isn’t that the one everyone calls the secret sculpture?”
My sister giggled excitedly, “Yes, yes, yes. That’s her! That’s her!” Then she said, “I heard she came to this school to be a teacher.”
I looked at her and saw that she was still holding a little girl, so I asked, “Is she married?”
My sister replied, “Who would dare to marry her? I heard that girl was adopted by her!” My heart raced as I listened.
I looked over, and she was squatting by the goldfish stall, watching her daughter fish. I looked at her daughter — she was probably about ten years old! Perhaps my heart was playing tricks on me, but I felt that the girl’s face had something in common with mine… Was it possible that she was my teacher’s… that year?
And it’s been about ten years since that incident, and we didn’t use birth control at that time… So the more I thought about it, the more scared I became.
I wanted to go straight to her and ask her, “Was the child…” but I didn’t have the courage.
As I watched her holding the little girl in such a kind and gentle manner, which made me even more convinced that she must be her real baby, I felt a strange sense of guilt… I’m going to marry Chewie next year. In retrospect, it seems that everything in the human race was arranged in such a way that I realized that my fiancée had a lot in common with that “secret sculpture” teacher: although my fiancée was beautiful, like her, she liked to wear her hair in a ponytail at the back.
When she glared at me with those big angry eyes, it reminded me of her again!
Her personality was a carbon copy of hers–irritable, willful, and a bit of a loner.
What I couldn’t forget was that they all had the same: perky breasts, large areolas, lush pubic hair, and equally fat and attractive pussies – though not quite as memorable as the teacher!
The same white, tantalizing ass–though hers was no match for the teacher’s fat ass!
Teacher! You are still a demon in my heart and still haunt me from time to time.