My beautiful teacher loves me

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"Wang Yu, stand up and answer this question! You don't listen in class and just daydream all day. Don't you even know how many points you got last month?" As usual, the school's number one beautiful math teacher, Han Yueru, scolded from Class 8 of the senior year. I was still staring blankly at the dream goddess of all the boys on the podium. She had long hair down to her waist, wore a tight black sweater, gray tight-fitting jeans, and a pair of over-the-knee boots. At over thirty years old, she should have been past her prime, but she was transferred from a big city. Her vision and knowledge far surpassed most people in the county. She was always radiant in front of people, and her beauty spread far and wide. Soon, many people from other schools would run to the school gate every afternoon after school to admire her. I, who was a boarding student, should have been studying hard in this unfamiliar city, but who could resist loneliness and the temptation of the internet?

In order to improve my learning environment, my family bought a school district house a few hundred meters away from the school and equipped it with computers, mobile phones, etc. After the precocious boy's secondary sexual characteristics began to develop, he paid more and more attention to all the females around him. I still remember the first time I saw Ms. Han. Her sharp, professional office attire stunned all the boys in the class. The allure of uniforms appeared in my dreams for the first time. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my ear, snapping me back to reality. I saw Ms. Han grabbing my ear, trying to pull me up, her expression one of utter exasperation. "Get up, stand against the wall!" she said. As she swung her arm, a glimpse of pink caught my eye through the gap in her chest. A pink, tight-fitting bra. Actually, Ms. Han's bust size had been the subject of much discussion among us boys, because we always felt that a woman with such a beautiful face shouldn't only have a C-cup. So she was wearing a bra! No wonder she always wore dark tops; she definitely wasn't a C, maybe even a D, or perhaps an E?

I was overjoyed to be the first to discover it, which only made Han Yueru, who was standing in front of me, even angrier. This student was daydreaming in class, and even after being hit, she was still laughing! This... this... I couldn't stand it anymore. She pulled my ear harder, and it hurt. "Teacher, I was wrong, I was wrong!" I said, and quickly ran to the corner. Han Yueru was amused by my anger and said, "Come to my office after school at five o'clock." After class, I slowly walked towards the office. As soon as I reached the office door, I saw a seductive figure kneeling on a chair, her buttocks raised, and the thin string of a black thong was showing through her jeans. One hand was reaching forward to pull the curtains to block the light of the setting sun. This most primal sexual position of rear entry aroused the most primal... The reaction was so intense, and everyone says the rear-entry position is the easiest way to induce vaginal orgasm in women. I was completely mesmerized. I quickly pulled my phone out of my pants and snapped dozens of pictures, while pressing my hard penis down with the other. I closed the curtains and pretended to have just arrived at the office, walking to her desk. "What's wrong with you lately? You're always spacing out in class. Are you having some kind of trouble?" I asked, bowing slightly and pressing my genitals with both hands, remaining silent. Ms. Han thought I wasn't feeling well and hurriedly got up to check on me. In her haste, her knee hit the desk, and she landed on top of me. Her soft, fleshy body pressed against me, and I could only manage a series of moans and groans as I was pinned down. I managed to hold her, my hands firmly gripping her chest. Her fleshy buttocks landed between my laps, and my penis, no longer restrained in my sweatpants, finally rose freely, pressing against her crotch. When she tried to get up, the swaying of her buttocks transmitted the sensation directly to my groin. Her legs suddenly clamped around my penis. Initially puzzled, she quickly blushed, her face turning red and her body seeming to soften slightly. The hand that had initially been holding her breasts squeezed them tightly. I was actually just curious to see where I was touching, but to Han Yueru, I was being a pervert, touching her breasts while my penis pressed firmly against her secret garden. "Quick, get up!" Han Yueru and I quickly got up from the ground. Come on, her face flushed, she looked at me angrily, then noticed the naughty thing pressing against her genitals that made her heart race. I was also extremely embarrassed, and felt that I should say to the teacher, "I was wrong, I will never do it again." After hearing this, Teacher Han also had an embarrassed expression, but I could read the three words "naughty thing" from her unspoken words. "Okay, you can go back now." I was secretly delighted to have escaped a lecture from the teacher. Back in the dormitory, I looked at those happy hands and my still hard penis, and recalled Teacher Han's body in my arms, that smell and touch, and I couldn't control myself again. The next morning, I found that my crotch was wet in the bed. I smiled bitterly and recalled that last night, I had touched Teacher Han's breasts all night in my dream. I looked at the alarm clock, damn it, I was going to be late again, and it was Teacher Han's class. After getting dressed and putting on my shoes, I hurriedly ran to school, but I was still late. However, when I reported to the teacher at the door, Teacher Han blushed for some reason when she saw it was me, and let me into the classroom without asking why.

Today, Ms. Han was back to her office lady attire: a white shirt, a short pencil skirt, flesh-colored stockings, and wavy hair. "We'll have a pop quiz next class," she announced, instantly eliciting a chorus of groans from the students. I noticed something different about Ms. Han; she never used to give pop quizzes. The test papers were handed out, and as usual, I finished the questions I knew how to do and then secretly lay down in my seat, ready to doze off. Because of my grades, I was assigned to the last row, and being someone who doesn't like socializing, I leaned my chair against the very back wall, making me practically isolated from the world, with a wide field of vision.

A stool fell to the ground next to me. I looked up and saw Ms. Han had taken a stool and moved to my desk. She was going to proctor the exam. I immediately stopped trying to sleep and pretended to do calculations and checks for over ten minutes. Then, I heard soft snoring beside me. Curious, I looked down and saw that Ms. Han had fallen asleep in the empty seat next to me. This time there wasn't much to see, except for a pair of flesh-colored stockings that caught my attention. The deep part of her thighs splayed outwards, and on a whim, I took out my phone. While staring at the students in front of me, I used my peripheral vision to find the right spot and slowly moved the phone towards the depths of Ms. Han's thighs. After taking about ten photos, I quickly looked them up. It was worth the two thousand yuan I spent on the phone; it captured the glimpse of the flesh-colored stockings perfectly. Today, Ms. Han's panties were a pure white triangle. I zoomed in on the picture again, and some small pubic hairs, barely covered by the panties, were peeking out. There was even a small wet patch in the center of the panties, which made my heart race. I wanted to reach out and tend to that garden. Slowly, whispers began to circulate in the classroom, arguments about copying answers arose, and some people even started looking around for the teacher. A selfish feeling welled up inside me. I didn't want anyone to see what was under Ms. Han's skirt, so I poked her with my finger. She saw me first and immediately blushed. I didn't care and just pointed at her thigh. She looked at me with a puzzled expression. Then I covered my genitals with my hands and closed my legs tightly. She saw my action and looked at her own thigh, and her face turned even redder. She looked at me with an expression of being defiled. Ding ding ding, the bell rang for the end of get out of class. She ignored me, stood up, and called out to the front: "Class representative, collect the test papers and bring them to my office later." Then she turned to me and whispered: "Come to my office after class." My expression froze. Damn, I'm going to be kept after school again. It was afternoon dismissal time, and I listlessly went to the office. Ms. Han was still there alone. Today wasn't as pleasant as yesterday. She was sitting upright, grading papers. "Report!" "Come in." Ms. Han looked at me with a complicated expression. "Give it to me!" "

Give me what?"

"My phone.

" "Oh," I reluctantly handed her my phone.

She quickly blushed, and I suddenly realized something and my face turned red too. She gave the phone back to me. "You're so young and already behaving badly. Delete it. I'll check from time to time. If I see the same photos again, you can call your parents! Tell me why you were late again this morning." "I overslept, teacher, I won't do it again," I awkwardly explained. "You, you're almost at the college entrance exam, and you're still so immature. Starting tomorrow, I'll find a place for you to tutor every afternoon!" "Ah," I looked at the teacher with a bitter expression. "What 'ah'? Did you hear me?"

"Okay..." I replied weakly.

Han Yueru looked at the 18-year-old boy in front of her, recalling how he had held her in his arms yesterday afternoon, violating her breasts and genitals. Even more absurdly, last night she dreamt of him pinning her down on the bed and ravaging her, which caused her to sleep poorly and doze off in class. Who would have thought this kid would secretly take pictures under her skirt and then point them out? Was he stupid? She then berated herself for actually considering that little rascal's feelings.

It was time for school to end in the afternoon. Just as I was about to run out the back door, I found Teacher Han waiting at the entrance. I could only reluctantly lead Teacher Han to my house.

The three-bedroom apartment surprised her. She asked me, "Don't you live alone? Why are you renting such a big place?" I explained that it was a house my family bought. "Having money at home can only improve your living conditions, but you still have to rely on yourself in the future," Ms. Han said to me with empathy. While I was washing fruit and getting water for Ms. Han, I led her to my bedroom. She quickly got into the swing of things and told me to review my studies at the desk. She would explain anything I didn't understand. Since there was no stool, she could only sit on my bed. Han Yuru looked at the impeccably clean room, a large bed with a computer beside it, a few orchids on the windowsill, a cabinet for game toys and related merchandise, and a bookcase filled with the Four Books and Five Classics. She thought that a poor student like me, with celebrity photos and portraits everywhere and nothing to do, would quickly tire her out and fall asleep on my bed without a care. I was stuck on a question, so I turned to ask Teacher Han, only to see her asleep on my bed. She was wearing the same clothes as yesterday, so I had no mood to do my homework. I was planning to take another look at Teacher Han's skirt, but then I suddenly thought that if she checked it that day, I would be doomed again, and I immediately gave up.

I gently lifted her legs and put her on the bed, straightened her up, covered her with a blanket, and then went back to my desk to do my homework. Han Yuru felt like she had slept for a very long time. The masculine scent beside her pillow intoxicated her. She didn't wake up until after 9 p.m., thinking she had fallen asleep at home. She stretched and yawned.

Hearing the sound, I knew Ms. Han was awake. I turned to look at her, and she touched her chest, saying, "Annoying, it feels bigger again, sigh..." I stared at her in astonishment at her frantic actions. Ms. Han sniffed the inappropriate masculine scent on the bed, opened her eyes in a panic, and saw me staring at her. Blushing, she quickly buried her head under the covers. I laughed. Hearing my laughter, she poked her head out. "Give me your phone." I reluctantly handed her my phone. Oh no, I forgot to delete yesterday's photos. I looked at her awkwardly, and she snatched it away, flipping through the photos again. "Teacher, I was too busy yesterday and forgot to delete them. Can you keep them all?" Seeing Ms. Han's murderous expression, I quickly explained, "Teacher, you have such a great figure, it would be a shame not to take a picture!" She quickly returned my phone, warning, "Set a password for your phone, don't let anyone else see it!" I grabbed the phone and quickly opened the photo album. There was a set of photos from yesterday, those pictures of my shapely buttocks. I quickly assured the teacher, "Yes, sir." She poked my forehead with her finger, annoyed. "My best friend is coming to visit soon, I'll have her tutor you in English too." Feeling like I'd shot myself in the foot, I said to her, "Teacher, I'm hungry!" Teacher Han looked at me helplessly, and could only slowly get out of bed and go to the kitchen, find the ingredients and start cooking. Looking at that hardworking and capable beauty, I vowed to marry a woman like her. My gaze made her blush, embarrassed and annoyed. "You're so old and still can't cook for yourself, what will you do when you grow up?" I blurted out, "Teacher, be my wife, then I won't be afraid!" Han Yueru had seen through my rascal nature and ignored me. At the dinner table, we ate in silence.

After dinner, she checked the time and realized she had missed the last bus.

I tried to help her out, "Teacher, don't go back. I have many empty rooms at home. Why don't you stay at my place tonight? It's not safe to go home so late." She hesitated, so I teased her, "Teacher, are you afraid I'll molest you?" After hearing that, she stopped thinking and said, "You're just a little kid. I don't even know if you can satisfy me in bed." After saying that, she ran straight to the bathroom, feeling embarrassed. But when it was time to go to sleep, I realized that the other rooms in the room only had empty beds, and we hadn't bought any bedding or anything. I could only awkwardly tell her that. This time, she was quite fearless and said, "It's fine to sleep in the same bed." Although we were supposed to sleep in the same bed, we were on opposite sides. Teacher Han slept fully clothed, and I felt too embarrassed to take my clothes off. The night passed without incident.

I was woken up by the urge to urinate. When I opened my eyes, I found Ms. Han nestled in my arms, her head resting on one of my hands, while my other hand was restlessly covering her breasts. My penis was fully inserted between her thighs. This was a situation a virgin like me couldn't handle. My already erect penis felt even more throbbing. I thrust my hips forward, further penetrating her thighs. A moan escaped Ms. Han's lips. I quickly closed my eyes in fright, but my penis remained firmly lodged between her thighs. Han Yueru had slept comfortably last night, but the sudden intrusion of a foreign object into her thighs this morning had greatly stimulated her sensitive genitals. When she opened her eyes, she saw herself nestled in a man's arms, her breasts touching his, and her genitals being pressed against his penis. She felt embarrassed to shout, after all, she was her student, so she could only silently and slowly move to the other side of the bed. At this moment, I, aroused, couldn't let her have her way. I grabbed her shoulder with the hand that was supporting her head, pulling her tightly against me. She dared not move, and could only let me hold her, her chest pressed against mine. Her desire, which had just subsided, was now being fiercely pressed against her again. She couldn't hold back any longer and moaned softly, "Mommy, don't leave me, Mommy, hold me." I pretended to have a nightmare. This made Han Yueru extremely anxious. Since her divorce from her ex-husband, for five or six years she had never allowed a strange object to touch her vagina. At most, she had only touched it with her hand, never penetrated. And this was... It happened a few months ago, but now, being rubbed by a man's penis, my vagina is also betraying me, slowly feeling wet. How could she continue to let my audacity continue? She shouted, "Get up, you're going to be late!" After saying that, she pushed me away and ran to the bathroom. Soon, I heard the sound of showering coming from inside. I looked at the alarm clock and it was only 6:30. My penis was burning with desire, and I couldn't sleep. I could only sit up and prepare to wash up. A few minutes later, Ms. Han came out of the shower. She went to the balcony to bask in the rising sun. I was in a hurry to pee, so I quickly ran to the bathroom. As soon as I entered, I saw the purple underwear hanging next to the washing machine. This was Ms. Han's underwear that she had just taken off. I was no longer in the mood to pee. I grabbed it and stretched it open. Mysterious purple, ultra-thin and seamless, with a large puddle of water in the middle, still damp, with a few hairs still stuck to it. Ms. Han's love juice, pubic hair, these things that embarrassed her, have now become my reason to masturbate again. But I think this is the most worthwhile one so far. I kissed the wet stain, licking it and smelling its fishy odor. Then I pressed the side tightly against my swollen penis and began thrusting. If I didn't do this today, I was afraid my penis would be ruined. Teacher Han's love juice had already made the cloth slippery, and my urethra was constantly secreting fluid. This counts as external sex, I thought with satisfaction, rubbing harder and faster with my hand. "Mmm, mmm, teacher, give it to me, mmm..." I kept moaning softly, fantasizing about Teacher Han being pinned down and fucked by me. "Mmm..." Only seven or eight minutes passed. The five-finger game that usually lasted an hour or two was already exhausted. Looking at the blouse of my semen that was covered in thick white fluid, I felt gratified. Oh no, what should I do? How can I clean so much? Oh well, I'll just wash it. I hurriedly put my panties in a basin, added water and laundry detergent, and scrubbed them vigorously. Just then, Teacher Han returned to the bathroom. She planned to wash and dry the panties stained with her love juice. As soon as she entered, she saw me washing things, and then realized that the panties she had just taken off were gone. The things in the basin looked like her panties. "Wang Yu, what are you doing?" "Teacher, I saw that you worked too hard cooking last night, so I wanted to help you wash your clothes." Han Yueru blushed at this moment, and didn't know how to say more. She could only go back to the windowsill with a red face. After washing, I wrung them out and hung them up to dry. I then told Teacher Han to just close the door when she left, and I went to school. The shy Han Yueru remained silent. Her classes were the last two periods, so she didn't need to go to school so early. Around 9 o'clock, Han Yueru was about to go to school. She went to the bathroom to put on her clean panties, but when she took them off, she found that not only were they not clean, but there were also many white stains in the places that were originally clean. These stains are from semen that wasn't properly washed off. That brat actually used my personal belongings for that kind of thing! It's outrageous! Seeing that time was almost up, she couldn't possibly go around naked. When her panties touched her vulva again, she gritted her teeth and said, "Next time, I'll make that bastard in his crotch suffer!" But thinking about how Wang Yu's penis had touched these panties before, and now her vulva had touched them too, her vulva couldn't help but leak fluid again. This made her even angrier, and she slammed the door shut.

[The End]

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