My Biology Teacher Who Came into My Dreams

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I was born in a small, underdeveloped county in western China. In the late 1990s, society experienced rapid development, and people's lives became increasingly rich. Back then, we could only see these things on television, so generally speaking, I was quite innocent. Hehe, but what boy doesn't have romantic thoughts? Sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys are at the age where everything reminds them of sex. However, we didn't have the resources we have now; we could only fantasize about the neighbor's wife or the teacher. Our biology teacher entered my dreams around that time.
When high school started, time flew by, so fast that none of us knew such a sexy teacher had arrived.
"Class, this is your new biology teacher. Our previous teacher, Ms. Li, is on leave because her wife is giving birth. Come and meet Ms. Liu; she will be teaching you biology this semester." After saying this, the homeroom teacher paused, looked at Ms. Liu, and said, "Xiao Liu, please introduce yourself and get to know your classmates. From now on, you'll be a member of Class 3." I don't know what was going on, but I always felt the homeroom teacher's tone was very flippant. "Hello, students, it's a pleasure to meet you all. I'm your new biology teacher. While Ms. Li (the original biology teacher) was away, I'll be learning and progressing alongside you all."
Ms. Liu continued the homeroom teacher's introduction. Only then did I look up at the podium. Before me stood a woman around 30 years old, of medium height, about 160cm. She wore clean black high heels, a yellow fitted suit jacket over a white shirt, a bow tie in the same color as her jacket around her neck, and dark khaki casual trousers. She looked very capable, with a constant smile on her face. She seemed very approachable, as if we were already familiar with each other. Looking around, I saw that everyone, boys and girls alike, had stopped what they were doing and were staring at the podium as if admiring a masterpiece in an art class. A vague, inexplicable feeling washed over me. The homeroom teacher, feeling that Ms. Liu had finished introducing herself, left, allowing Ms. Liu to begin the lesson.
Since Ms. Liu came, she wears different styles of clothes to class every time, and they are all colorful. In addition, she always smiles during class, so everyone loves her class. But I don't know why, every night after biology class I would dream about my biology teacher. At first, it was just a classroom scene, and she was just like a teacher, except I was the only one in the classroom. But later, the dream became more complicated. Once I even dreamed that I came to a strange place. I found that it was dark and empty all around. I shouted, "Is anyone there!" But I couldn't even hear myself. Suddenly, I heard a "squeak" in front of me, and a bright light came from the front, accompanied by the sound of "splashing" water. So I followed the sound of the water and saw an incredible sight. In the steamy bathroom, the beautiful Ms. Liu's back appeared in front of me. Her round and firm buttocks were wrapped in water, and they looked even more beautiful in the dim light. The milky white foam was like the flow of cars on the ground, flowing slowly down the teacher's smooth, newborn skin... and finally gathered around the teacher's buttocks, making her look even more mysterious.
Suddenly, as if sensing something, Ms. Liu turned around. "Ah..." A scream rang out, and I woke up from my dream, drenched in sweat. Although I knew it was a dream, I also knew in my heart that I would never see Ms. Liu again. That night, I had my first wet dream... For a long time afterward, every time I had Ms. Liu's class, I couldn't help but think of that dream, of the teacher in the dream, of her beautiful and sexy body. This made my penis always hard and tight during class, so I always sat tightly against my desk, afraid to move and let my classmates and teachers notice my abnormality. As a result, my grades, which were originally good, were terrible in two consecutive tests. Every time I saw Ms. Liu's seemingly indifferent expression of disappointment, I felt heartbroken. However, a sudden event completely changed my life from then on, a truly drastic change.
It was an early summer night, and the specific events started with the weather those days. In our small county town, the weather in May is still slightly chilly. Although summer has arrived, pedestrians on the street seem oblivious, and a light jacket is essential. However, it seems Ms. Liu is deliberately defying the annoying weather. Entering May, she started wearing skirts, showcasing looks that straddle the line between youthful energy and mature sexiness, or sophisticated and composed skirts paired with matching high heels, or vibrant white off-the-shoulder mini dresses. Colleagues say she always gives off either a cool and aloof or lively vibe. Add to that the flesh-colored stockings covering her beautiful legs and the voluptuous curves of her hips tightly encased in her skirts, and the visual impact is extremely strong. But fate is unkind; the beautiful Ms. Liu couldn't withstand the chill and fell ill. "Ms. Liu is sick and won't be able to come to class for the next few days. The class monitor and subject representatives will organize self-study sessions during these periods," our homeroom teacher announced during one morning self-study session. After saying this, he told us to study hard and then left.
At this time, the class monitor suggested that we should all visit Ms. Liu, and the students all responded enthusiastically, expressing their willingness. It was agreed that the class committee would visit the teacher on behalf of everyone on the weekend. However, I felt empty all day long, and I still felt very uncomfortable during evening self-study. So I asked the teacher for leave and planned to go home to rest. But as I was riding my bike on the street, I suddenly had a strong desire to see Ms. Liu, so I changed my route and rode my bike to the neighborhood where Ms. Liu lived. With a mix of trepidation and excitement, I arrived at Ms. Liu's door. Before I could hesitate, the door suddenly opened, and a tall, handsome man in his thirties emerged. He seemed slightly surprised to see me, but quickly smiled and said, "You've come to see Ms. Wang, right? Hehe, I'm her husband, my name is Li X." Although I had known for a long time that Ms. Liu was married, seeing her husband still made me a little uncomfortable, especially since this man was so charming.
"Yes. Are you home?" I said softly, head bowed. "Home, hehe, come in and sit down," the man greeted warmly. "Please sit down first, she'll be out in a bit. I have something to do outside," he said hesitantly. "Thank you," I said. Perhaps because I was young and shy, he thought for a moment, smiled again, shook his head, closed the door, and left. I was a little confused.
So, for the first time, I seriously looked around the house. The environment, the decor, and the feeling it gave off were just like Ms. Liu's – warm and harmonious, radiating beauty and happiness. Suddenly, with a creak, the bathroom door opened. I looked up, and my mind went blank. Then, the dream from that night seemed to replay itself. What appeared before me was Ms. Liu, naked, a shower cap on her head, a towel in her hand, and water droplets still dripping from her body. Her two large breasts were completely exposed, large yet firm, with two pink, raisin-like nipples peeking out slightly. My breathing quickened instantly, and my penis felt like it was about to explode. Ms. Liu, across from me, seemed to understand something. She looked up, opened her eyes, and stared intently at me. Time seemed to stand still; we just stared at each other like that. Suddenly, a faint blush rose on Ms. Liu's cheeks.
"Turn around now!" the teacher said, nodding slightly. I seemed to understand at first, and lowered my head, turning around. At that moment, the whole world seemed to fall silent; I could only hear my own rapid heartbeat and the occasional rustling of the teacher putting on her clothes. "Alright, you can turn around now."
"Teacher Liu said, and I slowly turned around. Looking at Teacher Liu, whose face still had a faint glow, I was at a loss. After a while, Teacher Liu spoke first: "Did you come to see me? Hehe, come sit down, I'll pour you some water." "No need, thank you, teacher. I just wanted to see if you were feeling better." I quickly said. "Hehe, thank you. It's rare for students to care about me like this." Teacher said, "Come sit down, let's talk for a bit." I didn't dare to argue, so I quickly sat on the sofa in the living room, lowering my head and not daring to look at her. "Hehe, didn't you come to scold me? Why do you look like you've made a mistake and are accepting criticism?" Teacher Liu said casually, as if to ease the awkwardness. So I obediently raised my head, which had been lowered, but when I looked at her, I immediately froze.
It turned out that because of time constraints, Teacher Liu hadn't put on any clothes, but had only tied a bath towel around her body, and her exquisite figure was once again in front of me. "Hehe, is it pretty?" The teacher seemed to find my expression amusing and blurted it out unconsciously. Then, as if realizing her mistake, she covered her mouth with both hands. Looking at the teacher's delicate appearance, I couldn't help but say, "Teacher, you're so pretty. I like you so much. You're just as beautiful as I am in my dreams."
"What dreams?" The teacher seemed to have discovered something amusing and quickly pressed for an answer. "Tell me quickly." "Just like now," I said softly. The teacher seemed to understand and lowered her head, saying, "You're so naughty. You're so young and already behaving badly." "I'm not young!" I immediately retorted. As if encouraged, I walked up to the teacher, took her hand, and said to her, "I'm not a child. I like you so much." The teacher struggled to pull her hand away from me, but I seemed to be under a spell, boldly pressing my lips to hers and kissing her tightly. "Don't do this. I'm your teacher," the teacher seemed to suddenly lose her composure and struggled violently.
"Ah..." "Let me go!" Teacher Liu shouted. But I seemed not to hear, still desperately gripping the teacher's full breasts. "So good, such a fulfilling feeling, I've finally climbed onto the teacher's breasts." I uttered obscene words that even I didn't believe. Unconsciously, the strength in my hands gradually increased. "Ah, you're hurting me," the teacher whispered. "I'm sorry. Teacher, I was captivated by you the moment I saw you, please grant me your wish," I pleaded, while my hands, without thinking, slowly slid down, caressing her up and down, finally focusing on the teacher's genitals, slowly rubbing them. "Ahhh," the teacher gasped, "Don't touch there."
I ignored the teacher's refusal and slowly pulled off the only thing covering the teacher's body—her bathrobe. "Ah, teacher, your figure is so perfect." At this point, the teacher seemed genuinely flustered. "Don't look, it's so embarrassing," the teacher said, whether to herself or to me, she closed her eyes first. I wasn't about to let this opportunity pass, so I took the teacher's hand and placed it on my erect, ready-to-go penis. I wrapped my hand around hers, then placed her hand on my penis. My burning hot penis throbbed with vitality, and the teacher's struggles had weakened considerably. So I took off my clothes and, grasping my penis, tried to insert it into the teacher's hole, but I couldn't get it in. "Hehe," the teacher chuckled, "You don't know how to insert it, like someone else is trying to have sex with me." It seemed the teacher had let go of everything and wanted to have some fun. "You don't even know where the hole is, do you? Haha." Hearing the teacher's charming laughter, I lost my initial nervousness and said to the teacher, "I've only seen people doing it in porn, I've never even kissed anyone." The teacher, seeing me as a novice, seemed to have let go of her burden and said to me, "Today I'll give you a break, kid."
Then the teacher gently pushed me away, gently pushing me with both hands, saying, "Lie down." So I obediently lay down. The teacher's slender hands slowly and gently circled my body, slowly sliding downwards, finally stroking my swollen penis with both hands, moving rhythmically. I unconsciously moaned softly in pleasure. My eyes narrowed slightly as I watched the teacher seductively wander her fingers over her own body, finally placing them gently between her moist lips, moving them in and out rhythmically with her other hand.
As if preparing for something, the teacher removed her finger from her mouth, placing the wet finger on her slightly parted labia, gently stroking it a few times. Then, with her other hand, she slowly placed my penis on her labia, smiling seductively, and said, "It's starting, ah..." Then, the teacher slowly sat on top of me, moving up and down, beginning her movements.
"Mmm...mmm...ahhh..." The teacher's moans gradually became more coherent with the undulations of her body. "Is it good, little brat?" The teacher, her cheeks flushed, said coquettishly to me. "I'm not a little brat," I retorted, freeing my hands to slowly rub the teacher's breasts. "Ahhh, then why are you so low on me, hehe?"
As if I had turned something around, I hugged the teacher, flipped her over, and pinned her down on the sofa. "Now who dares to say I'm a little brat?" I said, mimicking the intense movements in movies. I thrust in and out, then buried my face in the teacher's breasts, swaying them from side to side, making her giggle. "Mmm...so good, ahhh...I didn't expect you to be so vigorous on your first time," the teacher responded passionately. "I've been looking forward to this for so long, of course I'm going to do it with all my might," I said, then forcefully thrust my thick member into the teacher's wet labia. "Ahhh...so hot, so itchy...ah...fuck me to death..." the teacher couldn't help but utter lewd words. "Ahhh...it feels so good to be fucked like this." "Oh, my juices are flowing, I can't take it anymore!" At first, it was just a low, choked sob, but it gradually grew louder and louder. "Tell me, I always love being fucked by you, I want you to fuck me in every class, I'm a born slut!" I slowly let go too, and even during intense intercourse, I didn't forget to flirt with you. "Mmm...it's so good, your big cock feels so good inside me, I'm a born slut, I love being fucked by you the most, I want you to fuck me in every class, ah...fuck me to death, I love you so much!" "
As the teacher spoke, she vigorously rubbed her full breasts with her hands. I unconsciously moved my fingers to the teacher's tight anus, and slowly inserted my little finger, moving it in and out in sync with the thrusting of my penis in the anus, and faster and faster. "Ahhh...no, it hurts so much, take your finger out!" the teacher cried out pitifully, but I seemed not to hear her and thrust faster and faster. "Ahhh...ahhh...ahhh...ahhh...ahhh...I can't take it anymore, I'm going to come ahhh..."
"Ah...teacher, I love you, I'm going to cum ahhh...ahhh..." After saying that, a stream of hot semen shot into the teacher's vagina, and then I lay on top of the teacher as if I had collapsed. "Ahhh...no, don't cum inside!" the teacher cried out repeatedly. After saying that, she realized it was too late, so she pointed her finger at my forehead and poked it hard. "You bad boy, why didn't you listen when I said not to cum inside?" "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it," I said to the teacher embarrassedly.
"Get up! Aren't you afraid my husband will see you when he gets back? He's a martial arts teacher, he'll beat you to death!" After saying that, the teacher realized something was wrong and laughed, "Hehe, you little brat actually took advantage of me!"
"I'm not a brat anymore!" I retorted, but I slowly sat up, grabbed my clothes from the bed, and then took a towel, draping it over her shoulders, saying, "Don't catch a cold, your cold isn't better yet." "Hehe, this little brat knows how to charm women, not bad," the teacher said, slowly standing up to put the towel back on, saying, "Hurry up and go, or my husband will be back." Although I was reluctant to leave, there was nothing I could do, so I said to the teacher, "Then I'm leaving, teacher, you're so kind..." Back home, lying in bed, thinking about how wonderful the teacher was, I was still fantasizing about the next time. But there was no next time, because not long after, the teacher and her man went to teach in a neighboring county, and I never saw her again.
[The End]

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