[Boarding at the teacher’s house]

[Boarding at the teacher’s house]
[Boarding at the teacher’s house]

It’s been a long time since I happened 8 years ago.There have been many women, but the first time I will generally remember them for the rest of my life.

　　Time stayed in the mid-1990s, when the population peaked, everything became difficult, and going to school became extremely severe.

　　At that time, the second year of junior high school was a ignorant era.For the first time, I watched an A-movie with a group of male classmates, secretly masturbating in the quilt, imagining the scene of having sex with the girl I like.Men born in the 1980s should have such similar experiences.

　　When I was a child, I was a silent boy, standing timidly in the corner, always speaking softly and with an iconic smile on my face.

　　My father is a lawyer and is very busy with work. In addition, my mother is in poor health and lives in the hospital.So basically anyone has no time to care about me.Often I can only go to a small restaurant for dinner alone. I gradually lose my appetite, feel a little anorexia, and become thinner.Once when I went to the hospital to see my mother, my mother cried when she saw me and her father’s eyes turned red.

　　A few days later, because my father and the teacher’s husband were acquaintances, I was sent to the teacher’s house for foster care, and I ate and lived in the teacher’s house, and then followed the lessons.

　　The teacher at that time was the head teacher of the next class. If it weren’t for this, he might not have known that there was an inconspicuous villain like me.Tutoring was quite popular in that era, and teachers often had dozens of students who made up lessons, divided into groups and groups.Monthly income can often be tens of thousands.

　　The teacher is in his 30s and has a 5-year-old daughter. Her husband is also a lawyer. Like my father, he is very busy and often doesn’t go home.Because of the high income, the house is large and the decoration is very good. An aunt also hired to help cook and wash clothes.

　　The teacher in his 30s wears glasses and looks very gentle and always uses imported cosmetics, so he looks 25 or 6 years old.She has a good figure and often has low-cut clothes and perfume.

　　I go to work with the teacher every morning, come back from get off work, make up for classes in the evening, and have a small round table. The teacher always sits next to me. Actually, I can’t stand it because the smell of perfume on the teacher is a little allergic to me.But because I often saw the teacher’s cleavage, I kept enduring it.Sometimes there are fantasies, but the teacher is a teacher after all.

　　Until one day.I remember that it might be at 1 or 2 o’clock in the morning, and I woke up and went to the bathroom.When I passed by the teacher’s room, I heard an unusual sound, a woman moaning in a low voice.The door was closed, and my strong curiosity drove me to look inside secretly.Through the faint gloss, I saw the teacher’s legs spread out, his hands moving constantly between his legs, and his mouth let out a low moan.I didn’t know what was going on, just watching there, staring blankly.

　　It was autumn and it was already a little cold, and I was only wearing underwear.Maybe because of the cold, I sneeze.The sound suddenly stopped, and followed by a "Who".I was so scared, but I didn’t dare to run away, so I responded.

　　She turned on the desk lamp and asked me to go in.I am like a child who did something wrong, lowering my head and not daring to look at her, because somehow, my little brother stood up unsatisfiedly.She looked at me for a while and suddenly called me to her bed in a very gentle voice.I was at a loss and could only do so.

　　She dimmed the desk lamp and let me lie down.Looking at her eyes, I felt my heartbeat was really about to jump out.Suddenly she kissed me, and I closed my eyes and let our tongues tangle each other. It was very comfortable, really.It’s probably more than a minute.While the lips were separated, I heard her heavy breathing, as if it was a breath I had never felt for a long time.

　　She stared at me, her eyes full of tenderness and sadness, but in an instant, that look disappeared.

　　She started kissing me, kissing my cheeks, kissing my body, and I felt like my body was burning, and I had never felt that way before.I want to do what I want to do, but I don’t know what I want to do.Instinctively, I reached out to touch her body and kissed her. The smooth skin and round breasts were so we touched each other and kissed each other.I don’t know how long it took, but her legs spread apart and straddled me. Her underwear seemed to have been taken off by her.I held my younger brother and rubbed it in the flowers for a few times. It felt so wet and very comfortable.

　　All of a sudden, she sat down, and for almost a moment, I felt warm from that point, my whole body felt warm, warm, and my body seemed to start melting.She began to move up and down, and it started slowly, getting faster and faster, and the pleasure kept coming.It makes me feel like I’m about to die.

　　Gradually, just when I was almost unable to breathe, I felt an indescribable pleasure.It seemed to be the eruption of a volcano, violent, instant pleasure.After a moment of release, she lay on me, and the breathing of the two of them was as beautiful as a symphony, and the world became so beautiful.

　　I closed my eyes and felt the contraction from the depths of my vagina. Suddenly, my body regained its vitality.I wanted to exercise, but she seemed to be going to sleep. I bent my legs and started the first sprint in my life…

　　Maybe it was because of that time that I had always been fascinated by the female superiors. I liked to see the confused expression and the flushed face. I felt that the beauty of a woman best reflects the beauty of a woman, especially the body that is erecting forward.

　　I can hardly control myself, and it seems like the world of the simple piston movement would collapse.Never felt this way, so strong that it could almost wipe out a person’s mind.Crazy, this word can only be used to describe it.Two people moaned in the room.There is no words, only breathing and happy sounds.

　　In this way, the simple movement was repeated again and again.I don’t know how many times I have passed, but I only know that at dawn, I was so tired that I couldn’t move.We were lying face to face. She looked at me, stroked my cheek with her hands, making a soft sigh.As always, it is the kind of gentle look. I will remember that look for the whole life, gentle and a little sad, and a look full of pity. I think I will remember it for the whole life.

　　Fatigue made me unable to open my eyes and I fell asleep soon.When I woke up, I had already received the meeting in the afternoon. I was a little scared and overslept for the first time and didn’t attend class.The notes I saw on the table relieved me, and she asked for leave for me.

　　She came back very early that day.As soon as I entered the door, I smiled at me very brightly.He was carrying a lot of things in his hand and took his daughter back.It was rare to see her so happy. She cooked a lot of dishes that day. Although her husband did not come back as usual, it seemed that everyone was very happy.

　　At around 8 o’clock, I went to bed on time. On the bed, I tossed and turned, and once I closed my eyes, it was the scene that happened last night and it was difficult to fall asleep.A voice in my heart urged me to go to her room. I was at a loss and didn’t know if what I did was right.But I couldn’t control myself, I couldn’t control myself not to walk towards her room.

　　She didn’t sleep, leaned against the bedside to read a book.I didn’t dare to go in, but just stood outside the door and looked at her blankly.She noticed me and looked at me. She smiled, smiling very gently and innocently.

　　She asked me to lock the door and dim the desk lamp.I quickly got into her bed, very quickly.Once again, we face to face and look at each other.She was wearing silk pajamas, pink, and suddenly I had an impulse, I reached out to touch her breasts, and through the pajamas, I felt it was soft and elastic.

　　She closed her eyes and enjoyed it very much. She let me caress her. I could almost hear my heartbeat, and it seemed to be about to jump out.I tried to kiss her lips, her cheeks, her jaws, just as she did.

　　She likes French-style wet kisses, her tongue wraps around, makes spirals, sucking each other’s saliva, as if two people were carrying Spanish dances, which felt amazing.She sat up and took off her pajamas. In the dim light, I could vaguely see her body, smooth skin, round breasts, and the cluster of black between her legs, beautiful black, and underneath the black, there was a beautiful angel.

　　I kissed her breasts and sucked her, like a baby born in the next life, greedily trying to suck every drop of milk.She screamed suddenly, as if this was too exciting for her…

　　The first time I felt that I could control all this, the shots in previous A films were vivid in my mind.Fantasy finally became reality.While kissing her, I tried to explore the mysterious triangle with my hands.

　　There was already a humid and hot world. I discovered that small protrusion after going down the rainforest.Just a gentle touch, she trembled like an electric shock.I started to rub it slowly, and just a moment, she hugged me and told me that it was so comfortable.I tried to speed up the pace, change the direction of rubbing, and try different fingers.

　　Every time I move, I can hear her breathing in my ears, which is getting less rhythmic and heavier.Sometimes when I exert a little force, I could hear her breathing that could not be felt.I began to control the rhythm of my finger movement. From the changes in my fingers, I felt her change, sometimes moaning, sometimes breathing, and completely unable to feel self-righteous.

　　Everything seemed to be interesting, at least that was what I thought at the time.It’s pretty wonderful to control a woman, especially a woman who has a higher class of you.

　　Just when I felt like I was in control, she began to command me, or plead for the tone."Hurry, hurry" I followed her will.The moans became more and more intense, louder and louder, and I began to worry if anyone would hear them.Suddenly, she screamed loudly, and her body suddenly became stiff. I felt a severe pain on my shoulders and neck. I wanted to struggle, but she hugged me tightly and I couldn’t move.

　　After about a minute or two, she slowly let go of me.I felt so wet there, and after those few minutes just now, I could feel that she was almost a vast ocean.

　　Just a light slid, my penis slid in. It felt so warm that I couldn’t help but start to thrust.In this way, we faced each other and slowly fucked.Because of the pleasure, her eyes narrowed, and as I moved

, she hummed from time to time in my mouth.I lifted her legs, slender, smooth thighs.She looks so beautiful, it’s hard to imagine that she can have sex with the teacher in this way.

　　I was going crazy, completely lost control, and began to use all my strength, sprint desperately, and thrust desperately.After a dizzy pleasure, I lay on the bed powerlessly, and countless sperm ejaculated into the teacher’s body.

　　I lay down powerlessly.She looked at me, and she still had the same expression, gentle and affectionate expression.She stroked my face and murmured to herself, "It seems like he really seems…"

　　I was just lying there quietly, a little sleepy and tired.She told me a lot, a lot of things, a lot of things about her college days.I listened in a daze and fell asleep after a while.

　　During the period from the second to the third grade of junior high school, I lived at her family.Whenever his husband is away, I will sleep in her room.Not every time I have sex, sometimes I just talk about it, talk about my studies, talk about her family, her life experience, and life insights.

　　In college, she had a boyfriend, a classmate, who was very in love with each other and told them about their happy time.I walk by the river at Normal University every day and watch the afterglow of the sunset.Read books in the library together and recite Pushkin’s collection of poems.Secretly having a tryst in the woods, kissing, and having sex, I was afraid of being discovered every time, for fear of being discovered.

　　In such days, they are romantic and beautiful, fulfilling and happy.She said that was the happiest time in her life.Until she graduated from college and was forced to be assigned, her boyfriend had no choice but to return to her hometown, while she was left in Shanghai.The painful separation, the wounds of the times, the two people burst into tears when they parted.There is nothing to be remembered for, just exchanged a book of Pushkin’s poems that we have read.Memories were just like that in a book.

　　Later, she was introduced to her and met her current husband.Both of them felt good and got married.Living peacefully, her husband is not very interested in that

, nor is he very good at it.He is a good person, a kind and good person.

　　She said, I am very similar to that person

, with single eyelids, high nose, gentle eyes, and quiet temperament. I will be a affectionate person. If you are with him, you will feel that the world is not turning, and time stops at that point, and you will feel that you are particularly reliant and feel very at ease in your heart.

　　She still loves him deeply for more than ten years.Even when she first saw me, she was so excited that she wanted to cry.She asked who my father was and had a glimmer of hope in her heart.But hope often brings disappointment.

　　In the years that followed, we often contacted each other.Sometimes, after class, I would go to her house, eat, chat, and sex was not the main content between us. She regarded me as her child, her lover, who loved me, and educated me.Every time I go home at around 9 o’clock, I cannot arouse my parents’ suspicion. She has a normal family.

　　In 1999, the year I was admitted to university, their family immigrated to Canada.From then on, we lost contact.

　　I miss her quite a bit. She should have similar feelings when she is in a foreign land.How many times can a person have such beautiful love in his life?Pure and natural, delicate without any artificiality, no material factors, just the two people attract each other.When I think of my love, my experience of life, and the education she has given me.When I think of those, I feel grateful to her.I love her, just like my mother, respect and admire her.

　　I hope she can be happy for a lifetime, and I hope everyone can have a true love once.

(over)