After a few days of suffering, the students who applied for secondary schools left with joy or regret. The eleven people who applied for the secondary school teachers, including me, stayed behind and had to attend the interview three days later. Three teachers stayed behind, a school leader, a class teacher of our graduating class, and a female teacher, who taught us music, stayed behind to tutor us in art and physical education (art and physical education) in preparation for the interview.
In fact, this is ridiculous to say, at that time my school, in order to improve the promotion rate, usually what history, geography, physiological hygiene and other courses, not at all classes, and even books are not, because these subjects in the secondary school examination does not involve. The only other thing is music in addition, because the examination of secondary school teachers will be more or less. So there is actually music as a subject.
The tension of the midterm is finally over. We breathed a long sigh of relief and everyone was happy. Here said happy does not mean play what tricks, looking for what excitement, happy from the psychological, years of hard work to study the burden is finally put down. So boys and girls meet shopping, no longer afraid of gossip spread around.
For most of our classmates, at the age of fourteen or fifteen into the county town is an unprecedented first time, so we can not help but be excited, can not help but marvel at the prosperity of the city, although now it seems that the prosperity of that time is not worth mentioning at all. We walked all afternoon, our legs and feet are weak, walking on the concrete road is more laborious than walking on the mountain road.
After dinner, they met the teacher to watch a movie. I didn’t go because I didn’t have any money, so I stayed alone in the hotel, took a hot shower and then got very cozy on the bed and watched TV. Actually TV was equally new to me, we never had one at home.
Another thing I was doing while watching TV was admiring my jock. i always notice that this little brother seems to be getting longer and longer in the last year or two. Usually when it’s very soft it doesn’t change much, just the glans gradually peeking out. But first thing in the morning and evening it becomes long and hard, making it very uncomfortable.
It’s kind of funny how I peel back my underwear and look at it and it gets hard, watch TV for a while and ignore it and it goes soft. I don’t even know what it does when it grows that big. I guess when a man grows up, it has to grow up with him.
A moment later I heard someone knocking on the door and wondered who it could be. I hurriedly put on my clothes and opened the door to see, much to my surprise, it was my music teacher, who stood at the door in a long pink dress (years later I learned that it was called a nightgown), very charming.
My music teacher was actually quite petite, about 5’5″ or so, but very good looking, with her breasts and butt sticking up high at all times, and very eye-catching. She sings really well, clear and melodious, melodious and elegant. She also knows how to dance, once in the past the school held a party she danced, there is a movement is she put her feet into the air, the skirt underneath the alabaster like legs are exposed, I watched after a breath of cold air. I gasped when I saw it! With these talents she married a director of the school, quite enviable.
A few times I had asked her face-to-face for advice over music, and she had a light scent that none of the women in the class had, and I later realized that she used a high-end perfume. Hey, there were really too many things I didn’t know at that time.
The teacher was now standing in front of me. I could smell the faint fragrance of déjà vu again, and her snow-white shoulders were covered only by the two suspenders of her pink dress, which revealed a good half of her uplifted breasts, and a good portion of her calves underneath. Looking at her faint smile, I was embarrassed for a moment, I deterred, “Teacher, you did not go to the movies?”
She smiled slightly, “Of course I didn’t go, come over to my side, I have something to tell you.”
I pulled the door of the room, followed behind her, that skirt a swing, very prairie people, a time I have a guilty impulse in my heart, – if I can lift the skirt …… but I do not dare. Not a moment to the teacher’s room. (Because the female teacher is just her one, she lives in a single room).
Her room was quite luxurious and I couldn’t help but look around. She closed the door and asked me to sit down on the edge of the bed. I thought she was going to ask me to review the pentatonic score, I guess. Usually we stand and answer questions, but today she asked me to sit down, so I’m really not used to it.
I sat down apprehensively, she also followed very elegantly sat across from me, very kindly asked me how I feel about the recent exams, which subjects did well, those questions did not do well, if the results are very good in the future intend to enter those schools and so on. She even asked me about my future aspirations.
For the first time in my life, I felt that the teacher was so close to me, and slowly I let go, and the words I said gradually became much wider. Unconsciously the teacher suddenly asked me, “Lin, I heard that you have a girlfriend at school, is it true?”
“Teacher, no, those are all nonsense from the students.”
To be honest, I don’t have a girlfriend, because my parents have told me time and time again that finding a girlfriend in junior high school would only be a mistake, and I also understand the situation of our family, that is, there is no way out except to study hard and strive to get ahead, so I have always been very self-respecting as well. There were a few pretty girls in my class, but I just looked at them a little more often. In fact, I have never been able to define what is beautiful, and why I would look at them a few more times I can’t figure out.
“You’re so handsome, your grades are so good, and you’re usually so active, it seems like some female students have been chasing after you?”
“I knew studying was more important, I ignored it all.” I replied honestly.
“That’s not the reason, is it, the female students in your class say that your eyes are often not honest, give the teacher what are you looking at?” The teacher approached me with a sweet smile and asked very flirtatiously.
To be honest the curves of the female student’s body outlined by the skirt covering her breasts were really nice. But I didn’t dare to answer.
“It’s not easy to say is it? They actually didn’t blame you when you looked at the girls. And thought about you looking.”
I wondered, “No way, I don’t feel like they’re thinking about me watching?”
“What are they thinking about, let’s say you, your beard is so long, you’re a big man, so thinking about girls ……”
My ears were red.
“What’s there to be embarrassed about, it’s normal and proper, it’s only wrong to not want to.”
Suddenly I had a bottom line, it turned out that it was not a sin for me to look at girls. So I answered very naively and honestly – “Teacher, some girls do look good ……”
The teacher smiled brightly. “Where does it look good?”
I blushed and didn’t answer.
“Is there a teacher to look at?”
“No, absolutely not.”
“Do you usually look at me?”
“Don’t dare look.”
“Why?”
“You’re a teacher.”
“Want to see?”
For a moment it was as if there was a fire burning in my heart, a fire that raced around as my heart pounded in my stomach. I wanted to catch my breath, but I didn’t dare. My face was red, I could feel it.
I raised my head and looked at my teacher, I realized that she was so beautiful now, her eyes were so affectionate, her smile was so kind, her words were so gentle. I really wanted to hug her. But I didn’t dare, I stared blankly.
The teacher looked at me like a ten year old and smiled mischievously. She gently walked over to me, reached out her hands and blindfolded me, and quietly said, “Get up, close your eyes, and don’t open them.”
I honestly stood up and closed my eyes, I stopped thinking because the beautiful carcass of the woman I had never dreamed of seeing would soon appear in front of my eyes, and at that moment time would freeze, and at that moment beauty would be eternal, and at that moment my heart would stop beating, and, perhaps, at that moment I would even cry ……
I felt my teacher undressing me, then taking off my pants, including my underwear. My teacher’s soft hands were running underneath my body, and it felt just like the touch my mom used to give me when she told me to “be good” when I cried. It was so gentle. I was very good, I let my clothes and pants slide down, let my naked body appear in front of the teacher, and didn’t feel surprised or uncomfortable because of it.
It seemed to me that I heard the teacher from a distant place saying, “Lin, you have such a good body, so much muscle, you usually work a lot of hours I guess.”
I only replied softly, “Uh-huh.”
“Is JJ usually this big?”
“No.”
“It’s so big, and it’s going to grow later.”
“Yes?”
“Sure, it’s beautiful.”
Suddenly I felt my jock get a little bigger, almost so swollen it hurt.
The teacher hugged me, her hot and soft breasts pressed against my chest. I almost suffocated.
“Open your eyes.”
I gasped and opened my eyes, and I saw my teacher’s imploring eyes and those scarlet cheeks. Her dress had been slipped down to her waist, and her two huge breasts were fully displayed in front of my eyes. She rubbed her breasts against my chest, and for the first time I really came into contact with her watery, supple body. We sat on the bed and I hugged my teacher’s waist and lay in her arms, looking at her like a child, enjoying this fantastic happiness.
I gently caress my teacher’s beautiful breasts with one hand. It’s too much to squeeze with one hand. While I was kneading, I looked at my teacher’s flower-like smile. I can’t describe that feeling at that time, it was so soulful and intoxicating. Teacher leaned down, the round nipple was right in my mouth, I sucked gently, I was afraid of accidentally destroying such a beautiful piece of art. I heard my teacher’s gentle voice like a fairy again, “Is teacher beautiful?”
“Beautiful, teacher you are beautiful, there is no one more beautiful than you in heaven. Teacher, you have the most beautiful breasts, all the girls in the class have such small, small breasts.”
“Yeah, look at the eye candy?”
“Greedy.”
“Then I’ll gouge your eyes out.”
“Teacher, don’t gouge my eyes, let me see, I’m not a bad person. Teacher, if someone bullies you in the future, I have eyes to protect you.”
The teacher smiled a sweet, sweet smile.
“Teacher, there’s no bones in the breasts, how can they stick up so high?”
“It’s just for you to see. What an uninformed child. Straighten up, I can’t hold you anymore.”
I got up from my teacher’s arms and sat face to face with her. Once again I admired her firm breasts, normally I could only see the small patch of white skin under her collar, I had no idea that such a beautiful work of art could be hidden down there, with a nice deep cleavage in between. I cupped my hands around her breasts and pressed her down on the bed, rubbing them vigorously. Teacher laid down very gently, eyes closed.
Her breasts are really so white and tender. It was only loveable. A while later, I heard her moaning softly. I said, “Teacher, am I pressing against you uncomfortably?”
“No fear.”
“No, I won’t touch you if you’re uncomfortable.”
Teacher smiled and sat up, one hand stroking my running jock, and asked me, “Comfortable?”
I felt a surprising tickle on my glans, but the more it tickled, the more comfortable it became. I said, “That tickles.”
“That’s what I felt when you touched my breasts.”
“I heard you moaning and I was afraid it would hurt to pinch.”
“Idiot, if it pinches and hurts, won’t I tell you to go lighter?”
“Then I’ll have to touch you again.”
“No more touching, until dawn? What a loser.”
I looked at my teacher and was stunned for a long time, I wanted to touch her breasts again, if I had such breasts myself, I would touch them myself every day. If I had such breasts myself, I would touch them every day. It seems that I can’t touch them today, and I definitely won’t be able to do so in the future. Suddenly I felt an unprecedented loss. I almost wanted to cry out.
But I suddenly realized that my teacher wasn’t angry, but her face was redder. So I said mischievously, “Teacher, I saw your legs when the school had a party before, they were white and long, I want to see them.”
The teacher laughed happily, then snapped, “No talent, no looking.” Said one hand holding the skirt down around her waist.
“Linlin’s got it made, look at that.” Then I clucked her armpit. The teacher couldn’t help it and let go. I grabbed the skirt and slid it down. The teacher held down my hand and said in a serious voice, “Only the legs are allowed.”
“I promise just that.” — I actually didn’t know at the time that there was anything to look at other than legs.
The teacher followed with another hand on the skirt and said, “No, you sure don’t mean what you say.”
I wondered what else would look good besides legs. All men have a penis because they are men, and women don’t, but just because they don’t doesn’t mean it’s weird. It’s normal for a teacher not to have one, I’m not going to make a big deal out of it.
I knew there was no use answering honestly. Just tickling her, the teacher freed her hand to block me and I slipped my skirt down in the process. Flowery red panties and two nice white and plump thighs were exposed. I was extremely excited and almost took a bite.
I held her thighs with both hands and kept groping them, I felt the perfect curves of my teacher’s body, my excitement was beyond description. I leaned over the teacher and hugged her tightly, how I wished she was my future wife, my lover. I whispered softly in the teacher’s ear, “Teacher, you’re so beautiful, let me kiss you.”
I then gently kissed her scarlet cheeks. The teacher hugged me back. We both gasped while kissing.
After a while, we stopped and I asked my teacher, “Teacher, do you feel comfortable with me touching your thigh?”
“How do you feel when I touch your thigh?”
I knew the teacher was making fun of me again.
I suddenly realized that my jock had gone soft. Usually this brother is always hard for a while and soft for a while, so I don’t pay much attention to it. But I remembered that my teacher had repeatedly told me that I was only allowed to look at her thighs, hmmm, there must be something nice inside her panties too. Suddenly I remembered that what grows underneath a woman’s bottom is her BB, and that thing must look good.
How to see it. I pondered for a while. Then I looked under the bed and then said to the teacher in a serious manner. “Teacher, there’s something under the ground, come and see.”
The teacher arched her back and propped herself up on her hands and looked over to the side of the bed, her two breasts hanging from her chest trembling like cows. I cared enough to look, sat up, and pulled her panties off with one hand.
Teacher “ah” sound, rolled over on the ring up pink fist to hit me. I just cared about her beating, first beating pants all down, and then hugged the teacher, said: “good teacher, do not hit me.” The teacher stopped, tired only gasping for air, her chest together and down, more and more good look.
“You don’t count your words.”
“You’re so beautiful, teacher, and you don’t have a jock, so you must look even better down there.”
The teacher smiled happily, “Don’t you have a nice jock?”
“I don’t know if it’s good or not. But I’m sure you’ll look great down there.”
The teacher covered her bottom with both hands and I tickled her again, and as soon as she let go, one of my hands went over and took over the territory.
Aside from the tender flesh in that area and a handful of slightly coarse pubic hair on top, I felt so wet and moist. But I wasn’t disgusted.
I would say, “Teacher, you don’t have a JJ down there, but it’s still running.”
“Idiot, fool, no-good thing ……” The teacher laughed and scolded me. And punched me a few more times. I blocked with her a few times and the teacher calmed down.
We sat opposite each other on the bed, I caressed her private parts with my hand, and the teacher cooperated by spreading her legs so I could see them more clearly. I remembered that the neighbor’s little girl’s pussy was just like that, only hairless and smaller. Teacher’s BB was much better looking, with a vertical line in the center of the flat belly separating the two pieces of tender flesh, it felt absolutely symmetrical and perfect.
I said, “Teacher, those are two funny-looking pieces of meat,” and the teacher just laughed and hit me.
Later I realized that those were the labia. Separating the labia, I saw the two pink labia minora and the place where the water was running underneath, I tried to feel down, there was an opening where the water was running, and when I probed inside, it was so deep. The inside was as sticky and slippery as the water, I wiped the water on top of and around the labia majora. The teacher’s moan that used to be there came again.
As soon as I heard her voice, my jock got hard. I don’t care about that, let’s tickle the teacher first. I sat side by side with the teacher, holding her waist with one hand and feeling the water upwards with the other. I found that when I touched the middle of her labia majora about a protruding place, the teacher moaned the most. I then touched mainly here.
I later learned that it was called the clitoris, a woman’s most sensitive place for sex. I couldn’t help but be excited, and I knew that my teacher would never call me an idiot again. Later on, the teacher opened and closed her legs, and the two labia underneath opened and closed, which was very nice to look at.
My jock was hot and swollen with it. I wanted to stick it in her BB. But I didn’t know if the teacher liked it or not. I tried to ask the teacher, “Teacher, I want to stick my JJ into you here.” The teacher smiled.
“You’ll cum as soon as you’re in there. I’ll get it in you first.”
The teacher squeezed my hard-on in her hand and rubbed it back and forth against the water that flowed out. Within a few strokes, I felt countless worms crawling all over my body, and all I could do was to try my hardest to lift my jock forward, and then with a “grunt”, except for an absolutely soul-stirring tickle on my jock, I stopped breathing, and my mind was so blank that I didn’t know anything else.
About ten seconds passed before I came back with a long breath. I leaned back into my teacher’s half-arms, looking at my half-hard jock and the nice big gooey mess she was holding in her hand, and let out a long gasp.
The teacher said, “Cum so much.” I asked what the thing was in for. It actually occurred to me that my question was absolutely idiotic, but I asked it anyway.
The teacher scolded me again for being stupid, “It’s what you depend on to make babies in the future, it’s where you stick your jock in here and cum in it and you get pregnant, pig.”
I was nodding with understanding. First get fresh water and wait for the teacher to wash her hands. Then went to bed, and touched the teacher’s flowing place again, still very wet. I said, “Teacher, if I stick it in. Will you get pregnant?”
The teacher said, “No it won’t. I have birth control.”
I immediately got excited, and pressed the teacher down, ready to thrust up. The teacher’s ass was twisting and turning, and I just couldn’t get in. I threatened the teacher, “I’m going to tickle you.”
The teacher said, “If you scratch I won’t let you in.”
I surrendered immediately, “Then can I stop tickling you?”
The teacher then laid down on the bed very obediently and raised both legs, I knelt down opposite and raised my hardened JJ and thrust it in. Teacher is very gentle, she took a hand to help my JJ into. Inside the good warm and moist, I can not help but to pump back and forth, the teacher moaned while following the labia closed tight, I feel JJ inside some tight, they do not dare to move gently, I asked the teacher, “I accelerate the insertion of you do not have what is not comfortable, right?”
“Just stick it in, as long as there’s water, it’s comfortable. The more you thrust the more it tickles inside.” The teacher found a pillow to put under her back and one hand felt her labia while she watched me pump back and forth inside. Again, I just remembered that touching my teacher’s clit would make her feel ticklish too.
I had been thrusting for a while and thought that I had to let her enjoy herself, so I lay across the bed and told the teacher to curl up her legs and thrust my JJ under her legs so that I had one hand free to go up one of her legs and touch her clit, and it worked. The teacher’s moans got louder. I couldn’t believe before that her seemingly pained expression was actually a sign of utmost comfort.
I didn’t care about the rhythm, I just instinctively pounded away, and she gasped as she gently coached me on the lightness of my clit strokes. Saying, “Gently, more gently, that’s good and so on.” I slowly learned to adjust, and I was happy to please my teacher in the best way possible.
After about five or six minutes had passed, I heard my teacher gasp louder. My jock was also clamped tighter, almost in and out due to the difficulty, and I struggled to ram it inside. There was a feeling of wanting to cum. But I knew that the teacher’s most comfortable time was coming, how could I afford to the teacher if I went limp after cumming this time.
My self-doubt prevailed at that particular moment, but all of a sudden the feeling of ejaculation was gone, and JJ didn’t seem to be as hard as it was earlier. The teacher couldn’t feel comfortable without getting hard. I then tried to get hard again, but the feeling of wanting to ejaculate came back. For a moment I was in a hurry. I had to slow down and thrust in deeply and then come out slowly, trying to make JJ feel less friction.
The teacher’s moan was still loud, I remember now, it should be because one of my hands had been stroking her clitoris at that time. Just when I was in the depths of the contradiction between ejaculation and non-ejaculation, she held me tightly, “ah” after a sound followed by a spasm of the whole body, at the same time, it seems that the BB suddenly appeared a powerful muscle inside my JJ hard to squeeze outward, and the buttocks are bent back ……
It took a long time for the teacher to calm down. Her eyes were closed and she was gasping for breath like she was very, very tired. I put the pillow for her and let her lie down. I stroked her black hair while admiring teacher’s sweet sleeping posture. Teacher opened her eyes, looked at me with satisfaction and asked, “Do you still want to thrust?” I said yes.
I then inserted myself in the same position as earlier, and just as I touched my hand to my clit, she took it away from me as soon as she could, “Just keep your thrusts comfortable, I’ve already had my orgasm.”
“Don’t you want to have another orgasm?”
“I don’t want to, and besides you’re not very good at it.” I really wasn’t very good. Because I almost couldn’t hold it up just now. So my JJ in the inside very free to move up, the heart relaxed, JJ in the inside of the pouring shot not come out. Just old hard. Teacher laughed at me, she let me lie on the bed, she sat on my thighs and pumped me up and down with her BB.
I once again admired her quivering breasts, there was still a lot of water coming out of her BB, and she was going so fast that gradually I felt like cumming. But I realized that my teacher was tired that way and I didn’t want to cum yet either. I asked her to come down, and I inserted myself across from her on my knees in the same position we were first in. I concentrated on enjoying it, I marveled at how nice my teacher’s pussy lips looked, and I manipulated them with my hand as I thrust.
The teacher had me lean over her and she held my waist, cooperating with me to thrust deeper. Sure enough this worked too well, I immediately had a feeling that I wanted to cum, and I wanted to thrust deeper myself. In an instant I felt like the floodgates had opened on my JJ and I couldn’t stop a stream of cum from rushing out. My ass tightened forward as well. My mind went blank again, but I loved it. It took a while for me to come back with a sigh of relief. I lay on top of my teacher, gasping for air. Refusing to leave.
The teacher smiled and pushed me away very gently, found toilet paper and wiped both her BB and my JJ clean, then touched my soft JJ and said, “With this thing of yours, I don’t know how many female classmates you’re going to harm in the future.”
I said in all seriousness, “Let’s make a wish together for JJ to only do good things from now on, not bad things, okay?” Said all laughing.
Then both of us were lying on the bed naked and talking, like siblings talking, when suddenly I heard the sound of my classmates talking from far away outside, and they came back from the movie! I hurriedly put on my clothes and left reluctantly. I didn’t sleep a wink that night. In the next two days, I accompanied my teacher for two more soulful nights.
After that, I got some women from time to time, but none of them were as soulful as the nights I spent with my teacher, I don’t know what it was. But I never had the chance to see my teacher again. I heard that her husband was promoted and she followed him to a faraway place. I’ve always missed her. I also never blamed the teacher for seducing me. After all, she is also a mortal with seven feelings and six desires, and, after all, she taught me how to be a man.
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