Time stops in the mid-1990s, the birth of the population peak, everything has become difficult, the promotion has become very serious.
At that time the second year of junior high school, the age of ignorance. The first time and a group of male classmates together to watch A film, in the nest secretly masturbate, imagine and like the scene of the girl to make love. Born in the 80’s men should have such a similar experience.
When I was young, I was a silent boy, standing timidly in the corner, always talking very quietly and with a trademark smile.
My father was a lawyer and was very busy with his work, plus my mother was in poor health and in the hospital. So basically who have no time to manage me. Often can only run to a small restaurant to eat, gradually no appetite, a little anorexia, more and more thin. Once went to the hospital to see my mother, my mother saw my appearance, cried, father’s eyes also red.
Within a few days, because? father and the teacher’s husband is an acquaintance of the relationship, sent me to the teacher’s home foster care, eat and live in the teacher’s home, and then followed the tuition.
The teacher at that time is the class teacher of the next class, if not for? This, may not know there is such an inconspicuous little man. Remedial classes in that era is quite prevalent, teachers often have dozens of remedial students, divided into a group a group. Monthly income can often be tens of thousands.
The teacher is in her 30s, has a 5-year-old daughter, and her husband is also a lawyer, like my father, is very busy and often does not come home. Because? High income, so the house is very large, well-decorated, but also invited an aunt to help cook and wash clothes.
Teachers in their 30s, wearing a pair of glasses, very civilized look, and straight with imported cosmetics, so it looks 25, 6 years old. She has a good figure, often some low-cut clothes, sprinkled with perfume.
Every morning and the teacher together to go to work, back from work, evening tuition, a small round table, the teacher always sat next to me, in fact, I am a little bit can not stand, because? Teacher body perfume flavor, I am a little allergic. But because? Often can see the teacher’s cleavage, I also one straight to endure. Sometimes there will be fantasy, but the teacher is a teacher.
Until one day. I remember it was probably 1 or 2 o’clock in the morning when I woke up and got up to use the restroom. When I passed the teacher’s room, I heard an unusual sound, a woman moaning in a low voice. The door was ajar, and my intense curiosity drove me to peek inside. Through the faint light, I saw my teacher’s legs spread wide open, her hand moving between her legs while a low, deep moan escaped her mouth. I didn’t know what was happening, I just watched there, dumbfounded.
It was already a bit cool in the fall, and I was wearing only my underwear. Probably because of the cold, I sneezed. The sound stopped, followed by a “who”. I was so scared, but did not dare to run, answered a sound.
She turned on the lamp and told me to go in. I was like a child who had done something wrong, my head was down and I didn’t dare to look at her because? I don’t know how, my dick is not incontestably erect. She looked at me a will, suddenly with a very gentle voice called me to her bed. I don’t know what to do, only to do.
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Fatigue makes me can not open my eyes, soon I fell asleep. When I woke up has received to see the afternoon, some fear, the first time to oversleep and did not have class. The note I saw on the table let me relax, she helped me to ask for leave.
She came back early that day. One entered the door and smiled at me, smiling brightly. Hand carrying a lot of things, but also the daughter also picked up. It is rare to see her so happy, that day she did a lot of food, although as always her husband did not come back, but it seems that everyone is very happy.
8 o’clock, I went to bed on time, the bed, I tossed and turned, one closed his eyes, is last night’s scene, it is difficult to sleep. A voice in my heart urged me to go to her room, I don’t know what to do, I don’t know if I’m doing the right thing. But I couldn’t control myself, I couldn’t control myself not to go to her room.
She wasn’t asleep, leaning over the bed reading a book. I didn’t dare to go in, I just stood outside the door and stared at her. She noticed me and looked at me, she smiled, a gentle, innocent smile.
She told me to lock the door and dim the lamp. I got under her covers, fast. Once again, we were face to face, looking at each other. She was wearing a silk nightgown, pink, and suddenly I had an urge to reach out and fondle her breast, and through the nightgown, I felt it was soft and bouncy.
She closed her eyes, enjoying herself, letting me touch her, and I could almost hear my heart beating, one after the other, as if it was about to jump out. I tried to kiss her lips, her cheeks, her jaw, as she did.
She loved the French style wet kiss, tongue and tongue entwined, doing a spiral, sucking each other’s fluids, as if two people picking a Spanish-style dance, feel wonderful. She sat up, took off her nightgown, dim light, I can vaguely see her body, smooth skin, round breasts, and between the legs of the cluster of black, wonderful black, black, underneath, is a beautiful angel.
I kissed her breasts, sucking her, as if the first born to the world of the baby, greedy want to suck every drop of milk. She screamed out at once, as if, it was too much excitement for her ……
The first time I feel that I can control all this, the past A movie in the scene vividly. Fantasy finally became reality. I kissed her one side, one side try to use the hand to explore the mysterious triangle.
It was already hot and humid there, and further down over the rainforest I found the tiny protrusion. Just a light touch and she shivered as if electrified. Starting to rub it slowly, just once, she hugged me and told me how good it felt. I tried to speed up the rhythm, change the direction of rubbing, try different fingers.
Every time I move, I can hear her breathing in my ears, getting more and more out of rhythm and heavier and heavier. Sometimes when I pushed a little harder, I could hear her hear her gasp that she couldn’t help herself. I began to control the rhythm of my finger movements, from the change of fingers I felt the change of her, sometimes moaning, sometimes gasping, completely unable to self-control.
Everything seemed to get interesting, at least that’s how I felt at the time. It’s a wonderful feeling to control a woman, especially a woman of a higher class than you.
Just when I felt like I was in control of everything, she started ordering me, or maybe it was a pleading tone. “Faster, faster” I obeyed her will. The moans became more intense and louder, and I began to worry if anyone would hear. Suddenly, she screamed very loudly, her body one tends to stiffen, I felt a sharp pain on my shoulder and neck, I wanted to struggle, but she held me so tightly that I could not move.
After about a minute or two of this, she slowly let go of me. I felt so wet there, and after the few minutes I had just spent there, I could feel her almost oceans.
Just one gentle stroke and my penis slid in, it was so warm that I couldn’t help but start to pump. Just like that, we were facing each other, slowly thrusting. Because of? pleasure, her eyes narrowed, and grunts came out of her mouth from time to time as I moved. I? up her legs, long, slender, smooth thighs. She looked so beautiful, it was hard to imagine that I could make love to my teacher in such a way.
I was going crazy, completely out of control, began to use all my strength, desperately sprinting, desperately thrusting. After a burst of dizzying pleasure, I lay powerless on the bed, and countless sperm shot into my teacher’s body.
I lay helpless. She looked at me with the same look, gentle and deep. She stroked my face and muttered under her breath, “It’s like him, it really is ……”
I just lay there quietly, kind of sleepy and tired. She told me a lot, a lot of things, a lot about her college days. I listened in a daze, and One would fall asleep.
During the period between the second and third years of junior high school, due to ? The relationship of living in her house. Whenever her husband was away, I would sleep in her room. Not always have sex, sometimes just talk, talk about my studies, talk about her family, her life experiences, life lessons.
College years, she had a boyfriend, the same class, very much in love, she told their happy times. Every day in the division of the river walk, watching the sunset. Together in the library to read, memorize Pushkin’s poetry. Secret rendezvous in the woods, kissing, making love, every time, scared to death, afraid of being discovered.
Those days were romantic and beautiful, full and happy. She said it was the happiest time of her life. Until she graduated from college and was forcibly assigned, her boyfriend had no choice but to return to his hometown, while she was left in the
Shanghai. Painful separation, the times hurt, parting two people sobbed uncontrollably. There is nothing to remember, just exchanged each other a read Pushkin’s poetry. Memory just like that was existed in a book.
Later, she was introduced to her current husband. Two people feel good, and then married. Living peacefully, her husband was not very interested in that, nor was he very good at it. He’s a good man, a kind man.
She said, I and that person is very similar, single eyelid, high nose, gentle eyes, calm temperament, will be a deep love, and he together, you will feel the world is not turning, and time stops at that point, there is a kind of special reliance on the feeling, the heart will be particularly solid.
More than ten years later, she is still deeply in love with him. Even in the first time she saw me, she was excited a little want to cry. She inquired about who my father was, with a glimmer of hope in her heart.
In the years after that, we were in touch a lot. Sometimes, would go to her house after class, eat, talk, sex was not the main thing between us, she saw me as her child, her lover, cherished me, educated me. Every time after 9 o’clock, I would go home, because? I can’t arouse the suspicion of my parents, she has a normal family.
In 99, that is, the year I went to university, their family immigrated to Canada. Since then, we have lost contact.
Quite miss her, the same is in a foreign land, she should also have similar feelings. How many times a person’s life can have that beautiful love? Pure and natural, delicate and does not bring a little work, no material factors, just two people attracted to each other. Think of my love, think of my experience of life, think of her gave me education. Thinking of those, I am full of gratitude to her. I love her, just like I love my mother, respect, adore.