Smell the teacher in the hot summer

Author: ktl
Word count: 5585
My name is Wu Guoqiang, but my family and classmates call me Xiaoqiang, and Teacher Xiao Min also calls me Xiaoqiang. I am sixteen years old, a sophomore in high school, and I am studying in XX Middle School. I keep ranking in the top ten in every exam. I should be considered a so-called good student.

There are all boys in the school, and they go to school every day in addition to studying and going home. My parents said that as long as I read well at this age, I will definitely achieve success in society. But I still envy people like Bobo and Dawei who go outside after class every day to mess with girls, whether it’s dancing or going to the coffee shop. I heard that sometimes men and women live together together. Like the last time at McDonald’s, I saw Dawei wearing a tights, a short skirt, and a small white butt. Being able to live with such a beautiful girl is probably better than getting 100 points in the test. Seeing Dawei’s hands tightly attached to her ass, Bao must have fucked her. Why is he always in the last place but there are beautiful girls to fuck, and I, the top few students, can only think about his horses and masturbate?

I am very pitiful. I only know Xiaoli, the youngest daughter of the owner of the next-door rental bookstore, and I don’t know if I can count as a girlfriend. I have watched movies and walked a few times together. The best progress is only holding hands and kissing once. The last time I secretly drank a few bottles of beer with her on MTV, I finally saw her blushing and bright eyes, I slowly put my hand in from her collar, and touched a hot and soft mass of flesh, it should be tits!

She was watching the movie attentively, but I didn’t dare to let her notice it. I stopped for a long time, and then slowly stretched into the hard underwear. The bra probably wasn’t well ventilated, and it was a bit stuffy. I just felt my fingertips sweating, and then I touched a soft little bean. It was the first time I touched a nipple.

At that time, she probably didn’t expect me to be so lecherous, she jumped up, her face was like a ripe apple, she called me a big pervert, and then sat far away until the movie was over, and from then on she never watched MTV with me again, hum! She isn’t even half as beautiful as Dawei’s, so she doesn’t deserve to be a good student like me, and I don’t feel angry at all.

My favorite girl should be the school’s English teacher——Wu Shumin. I secretly call her Xiao Min. She graduated from normal university and taught in the school for half a year. Her hair is black and soft, and her skin is radiant. Her waist is very thin, buttocks are big, classmates secretly call her big buttocks, but I love her round buttocks the most. Every time she writes on the blackboard behind our backs, I forget to copy the notes. I just remember looking at her butt behind the tight skirt, imagining the two panty marks extending from the waist to the middle of the buttocks, and imagining what the intersection is all about? The ones on the books are usually dark red, with a lot of hair growing, and some seams are leaking water. Teacher Xiao Min doesn’t know.Will there be water?

I often think about my second child and I can’t bear it. I really want to hit it, but I really can’t help it in class. Once I was so hard that Teacher Xiao Min bent down to pick up the eraser. I saw the intersection point showing a bag of fullness through my short skirt.

of course! I will definitely find opportunities to approach Teacher Xiaomin. Once I went to the teacher’s office and borrowed the notes from the teacher under the excuse that I didn’t copy all the notes. Fortunately, she didn’t ask me to borrow from other students.

The weather just started to turn hot that day, and the air conditioner hadn’t been turned on. The office only blows a floor-to-ceiling electric fan, spinning it in a circle. I sat in the downwind and happened to smell the fragrance of Teacher Xiao Min’s body. Every time there is a gust of wind, the teacher’s green A-line skirt will blow with the wind, revealing her white knees. I have been waiting for the wind to lift the whole skirt, until the first class bell rang in the afternoon, but I didn’t get my wish.

I really can’t bear it if this goes on, every time I think of Teacher Xiao Min’s handjob, he almost breaks the skin of my dick but never touches her. Sometimes I have a sexual dream and I just want to take off Teacher Xiao Min’s underwear, and there is nothing inside.

When I got a chance to ask Ah Hua, he told me: “You can’t dream about things you haven’t seen.” I swore that I had seen at least fifty women’s holes in Book A, and he said, “That’s useless! You haven’t seen real holes.” Alas! If this is the case, I can’t help it, but who will show me? Xiao Li or Teacher Xiao Min? It is best to be Teacher Xiao Min, then I will have a basis for handjobs and erotic dreams every day in the future.

There are quite a few students in the class who like Teacher Xiao Min. Who calls us a monk school? To paraphrase my elder brother who is serving in the army, “Soldier for three years, sows are better than Diaochan”, I don’t think it is “monk school for three years, sows are better than Diaochan”, not to mention that Teacher Xiao Min is thousands of times better than sows, I am afraid that I will have to fight against Diaochan!

At the end of June, when the second year of senior high school was coming to an end, more than a dozen classmates asked Teacher Xiaomin to go to Liufu Village together, and Teacher Xiaomin also took Teacher Zhang Jinghui to go together. Everyone rushed to sit next to Teacher Xiao Min that day, but I was finally able to get a seat on the roller coaster. As soon as I got on the car and pulled off the seat, the teacher smiled and said to me: “Xiaoqiang! I don’t dare to ride the roller coaster. You have to take good care of the teacher.” I smiled shyly and only dared to shout in my heart: “Definitely! Definitely!”

The teacher’s face turned pale within a few minutes of starting, and I heard her screaming out of her mouth when I went downhill for the first time. Instead of grabbing the crossbar in front, she grabbed my arm tightly with both hands. Her head and face were all hidden in my arms, and even her soft breasts were pressed against my arms. I remained as determined as ever, my eyes did not look forward, I turned to stare at the white cleavage of the teacher from top to bottom, if this is fishing in troubled waters and taking advantage of the opportunity, then I have to admit it! mineThe arm slowly pushes the teacher’s breasts to move back and forth. A mature woman is a mature woman after all.