Dedicate oneself to learning

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The daily grind of studying was tedious, and with far more male than female teachers, especially young ones, it was a real shame. So, when Ms. Wang, the International Finance teacher, walked into the classroom, everyone gasped. Ms. Wang wasn't particularly beautiful; she was around 26 years old, 1.68 meters tall, with long legs, a fresh face with a slightly serious air—the kind of demeanor you'd expect from a university professor. She was very slender, with a narrow waist, which made her hips appear a little large. Of course, the most striking feature was her breasts, which were indeed quite large. It was surprising that someone so thin could have such full breasts, and they didn't sag, unlike the unnatural and repulsive appearance of implants. Some people said she had a good figure, but I don't think so. Being thin, having long legs, and large breasts—that doesn't necessarily mean having a good figure. I don't think so. Does this seem a bit confusing? Actually, first impressions are often random.

Ms. Wang's teaching level was mediocre, so I only glanced at her breasts when she was writing on the blackboard with her back to us (because they were really big, so "your breasts were visible from behind"). Of course, when she turned around, I would savor them even more. However, several times, when my gaze moved from her breasts to her eyes, I realized she was looking at me with dissatisfaction. At first, I didn't care, but when I suddenly remembered that she might be the reason I failed my International Finance exam, I decided to restrain myself. After a while, of course, I lost interest in looking.

I heard that the Productivity teacher was a beauty; as soon as she entered the classroom, she captivated dozens of hungry eyes. Although I don't consider her beautiful, it's rare to find such a pretty teacher in an engineering university. She's 20 years old, with fair and rosy skin, a round face, bright eyes, and a captivating little red mouth. Her voice is gentle (unlike Professor Wang's slightly shrill voice). Compared to Professor Wang, she seems a bit plump, but much prettier, so I think she's voluptuous, even though she only has rounded hips and no high breasts. In short, my first impression is that it's a shame she's a teacher; I really want to have her.

I don't know how Professor He's classes are, because I haven't attended any, only overheard a few sentences, and discovered she's really knowledgeable about products. If someone marries her, shopping with her in the future would be incredibly enjoyable.

During the product exam, Ms. He cut her long hair and got a trendy new hairstyle, but she lost her youthful and alluring charm. However, her white dress was quite sexy, and because the fabric at the chest was thick, it was impossible to tell if she was wearing a bra. During the international finance exam, I kept my head down, afraid that Ms. Wang would recognize me.

Summer vacation was approaching, and I still failed my international finance exam. Helpless, I went to see Ms. Wang from the international finance department to see if there was any chance of a turnaround, but I didn't have much hope.

The teachers' dormitory at our school was in poor condition; the dilapidated two-story building was dark and damp. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Teacher Wang's strange yet familiar gaze again. She clearly recognized me, but I still introduced myself. Then she invited me in, and I realized that the room was not big, with two beds, so it seemed to be shared by two people. Perhaps to keep the room cool, the curtains were drawn and a table lamp was turned on. I explained my purpose and took the opportunity to sized up Ms. Wang. She still had that same expression, but she was wearing a very cool, pajamas-like cotton top and pants. This kind of clothing didn't accentuate her long legs, but it made her hips more curvaceous and her breasts appear fuller. Because her top and bra were light-colored, her dark nipples were faintly visible. She was wearing plastic slippers, and her snow-white feet were equally slender… If Ms. Wang hadn't told me that failing the International Finance exam was irreversible, I would have almost forgotten why I came here.

I hadn't held out much hope, but I noticed that as she finished speaking, her chest heaved dramatically, her breasts almost jumping out, her legs pressed tightly together, and her voice sounding slightly choked. A surge of heat rose in my groin, and my penis almost became erect. I quickly stood up to say goodbye to avoid making a fool of myself. Teacher Wang also stood up at the same time, which unexpectedly brought us even closer. I looked into her eyes, and there seemed to be a longing in them. Her breasts were probably less than a centimeter away from me. I could feel the intermittent pressure created by the air squeezing through the space between us, or perhaps her heaving breasts were touching my sensitive skin. The warm atmosphere in the woman's room had turned into a strange smell. Could it be the smell of the woman in front of me?

When she looked at me with angry eyes, I realized that my right hand had somehow ended up on her waist. She didn't scold or resist. My heart raced, and without thinking, I quickly wrapped my arms around her waist and pressed my lips to hers. Her weak hands seemed only to express that she wasn't a casual woman and to uphold her dignity as a teacher, so she only gave a weak push before tightly gripping my shoulders, as if afraid of losing something. She opened her mouth, letting me savor her smooth tongue, then sucked my saliva and tongue into her mouth. My left hand stroked her back; it wasn't like I had imagined. It wasn't just bones, but the softness of a woman. My right hand on her buttocks changed from caressing to grasping and kneading. She didn't speak, because she knew she could only make "hmm" and "ah" sounds. Her breathing was rapid, and her heaving breasts pressed against my chest. The feeling of holding her changed from refreshing to burning. This heat went straight to my lower body, making my penis swell and press against her lower abdomen. I squeezed my right middle finger into the crevice between her buttocks and rubbed the outer edge of her anus hard. She also twisted her hips in response, rubbing my penis. When I forcefully pushed her pants into her anus, she made a "hmm" sound and her whole body trembled.

I knew I should strike while the iron was hot. With my left hand, I felt her smooth skin as I smoothly removed her top, while my right hand slipped inside her panties. Her smooth, elastic buttocks made me want to grasp them completely, but my hand probably couldn't even hold half of them; I could only knead and squeeze them back and forth. When I tried to move my right hand to the front, she resisted, but I was prepared. I gently blew into her ear with the mouth that had been kissing her earlobe. I felt her tremble, as if she were suffocating, unable to resist. I finally grasped that sacred spot of hers. The tender flesh, the smooth labia, the soft pubic hair, the alluring clitoris, the trembling warmth—a blissful pleasure spread through my entire body from between my fingers. I let my fingers caress her cherished secret place, my middle finger pressing between her labia minora, using my fingers to separate the four labia majora and minora from her thighs, slowly pressing and moving. Finally, I let my middle finger rest at the vaginal opening, gently rubbing it, while the heel of my palm caressed her clitoris. I kissed her from her neck to her chest, then slipped my tongue into her cleavage, tasting the unknown area. My breathing was loud, but it couldn't drown out her moans of pleasure.

"...Mmm...mmm...mmm...ah...mmm..."

Her vagina was heating up, and my middle finger was getting wet. Before she could even stand, she took off my shirt. I laid her flat on the bed and pulled off all her pants. Her wet pubic hair and the lustful fluids washing over my fingers made her eyes tightly closed, enjoying everything that was happening now and what was about to happen. I ripped off her last piece of clothing, her bra, and her two snow-white, full breasts jumped in front of me. The large, white breasts were hemispherical and high, with small, purplish-black areolas and nipples like black dates. It was an irresistible temptation. I took off my outer pants and used my knees... I pressed my hand against her wet vulva, continuing to play with her clitoris. I freed my hands and rushed between her breasts, burying my head in the cleavage, inhaling the scent, licking the base of her breasts. Her delicate breasts rubbed against my cheeks, and my hands trembled as I kneaded and squeezed her breasts. I kissed her entire breast, finally taking her right nipple into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the nipple, my saliva wetting the areola. My right hand rubbed the left one, then I switched to the left and took the hardened nipple into my mouth, then back to the right. I sucked on her nipples with abandon, gently biting her areola, carefully savoring these two strange things. It was because of them that I came here.

“…Hmm…Ah…Ah…Hmm…Hmm…Ah…Hmm…Hmm…”

Teacher Wang wanted to speak, but she could only utter these two sounds. However, the hand that pulled off my underwear had already expressed what she wanted to say. Her soft hands grasped my already hard penis and pulled it towards her genitals. She must have wanted to understand my penis better. The usually serious Teacher Wang had become the lustful flesh below me. I knew I shouldn't keep this thirsty woman waiting any longer. Before leaving her plump breasts, I bit her nipple again and pinched the other one with my hand, as if trying to squeeze milk out of it. Perhaps I used too much force, “Ah…” she cried out in pain.

It was my first time, so I wanted to know if her pubic area had been trodden upon by anyone else. So I slowly kissed my way from her cleavage to her navel, the small opening on her smooth abdomen filling with my saliva. I continued kissing down to her testicles. Perhaps I hadn't conquered her yet, because her legs were closed, something neither of us could tolerate. I gently stroked the upper part of her clitoris with my left index finger, feeling her tremble. My right hand started from the inside of her right thigh, caressing her vulva to her left inner thigh, then back to the right—smooth and moist. My fingers were filled with desire by her skin. As I stroked and kneaded her, the frequency and pressure increased. Her fair thighs slowly parted, and a woman's scent wafted out. Her juices flowed freely. It must be the vagina and uterus drooling with jealousy from her labia and clitoris. The sparse pubic hair could not cover the secret place. I parted the slippery labia majora, and inside were the rosy labia minora. Further inside was the moist vaginal opening, which looked exceptionally tender. There I saw the mysterious hymen. A surge of heat made my penis swell even thicker and larger.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm..."

Her hunger was unbearable, and her hands reached for my penis again, but I wanted to proceed at my own pace, so I pressed her hands down on the bed, pressed my body against her breasts, put my tongue in my mouth for her to suckle, and then sucked her tongue in to taste it. I moved to the side and kissed her earlobe, my glans rubbing back and forth between her clitoris and vaginal opening, occasionally bumping against her labia minora. She couldn't speak. Her hands were paralyzed, and she could only sob, causing her breasts and genitals to vibrate. This excited me even more. After rubbing for a while, I stopped my glans at the entrance of her vagina and saw the painful expression of Teacher Wang below, who was suffering from hunger. Before me was a young virgin, a university teacher. Extreme pride and desire made me thrust downwards with all my might. My glans broke through her hymen and entered the narrow and lubricated vagina. Blood stained our point of union.

"Ah..."

After a painful cry, Teacher Wang opened her eyes, which were filled with tears. Although I was pressing down on her 1.68-meter-tall body, I felt that she was very petite and pitiful at that moment. So I let go of her hands and kissed her eyebrows, nose, and lips... When I pulled my penis upward, she suddenly pressed her hands against my buttocks, as if afraid that I would leave. How could I leave? At this moment, leaving this woman of desire would probably be more painful than killing her. I pulled my penis upward and then thrust it in even deeper, half of my penis sinking in.

"Mmm..."

After a blissful moan, she wrapped her arms around my back with relief, allowing me to press tightly against her firm breasts. I stroked her cheeks and kissed her, and she returned my kisses. My penis, of course, couldn't stop. I slowly withdrew and then thrust deeply again. Her vagina was moist and warm, tightly enveloping my penis. The friction between the vaginal walls and my penis during thrusting made my penis itch slightly. When I withdrew, I pushed my body upwards so that the exposed part of my penis could rub against her clitoris, and the pressure on her breasts became even stronger. Withdrawing, thrusting, withdrawing again, thrusting again, each time my penis thrust deeper and harder.

"Mmm...mmm...ah...mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...ah...ah...mmm...mmm...ah..."

Her moans encouraged me to thrust even deeper into her vagina. She bent her knees and spread her legs wider so I could penetrate even further. I thrust hard, and the head of my penis hit another channel. With my 18-centimeter-long penis, I knew that was the cervix. So I thrust with all my might, inserting my entire penis into her vagina. The cervix enveloped the head of my penis, and a wave of intense itching spread throughout my penis.

"Ah..."

Amidst the cries of pleasure, her forbidden territory, which she had guarded for 26 years, welcomed its first visitor and was completely possessed by me. To relieve the itch, I started to wriggle around her vulva. Her breasts made me feel that there was still a distance between us, so I squeezed her breasts hard to feel the stimulation there. Her moans became louder and louder. I pinched her soft ribs with my hand.

"Ah..."

Another cry of pleasure escaped her lips, and she involuntarily twisted her hips, causing my penis to shift slightly as well. A wave of pleasure washed over me, reaching her as well. Her wiggling of her hips excited us both. I began to thrust into her vagina, my penis pounding inside her, but her moans seemed to fade. She raised her legs high, then wrapped them tightly around my waist, her arms gripping my back tightly from behind. Her previously narrow vagina began to tighten; she seemed to be suffocating, her body only able to contract. I knew she was approaching her climax from the trembling. The tightness of her vagina made my penis incredibly hot, and I felt like I was about to ejaculate. But if I ejaculated now, her climax would quickly subside, which would be unfair to the woman who had brought me to such pleasure. So I continued to rhythmically squeeze her vagina. Although my penis moved with difficulty inside her, it kept pushing her towards orgasm. We remained like glue for about ten minutes. Just before her orgasm subsided, I used all my strength to thrust my lower abdomen forward, and with a flick of my penis, I ejaculated.

"Ah..."

Her sharp cry amplified my climax. My penis repeatedly stimulated her vagina and uterus, and my semen continuously washed over my colony.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..."

As I ejaculated my last drop of semen, we both reached ecstasy. I lay on the bed, letting Teacher Wang lie on top of me, my penis still inside her. We were both sweaty, no, perhaps wet with semen. I pulled off her headdress, letting her long hair fall over her shoulders. The feeling of a woman with long hair was wonderful. I stroked her back and rubbed her buttocks through her long hair. Her eyes were slightly closed, her breathing weak, a happy smile on her lips, quietly enjoying the last caresses. Her body trembled, especially the beautiful tender flesh clamping my penis, quivering as if sobbing against my lower abdomen.

This is my first woman, Teacher Wang. I will make the most of your breasts, let your tender flesh experience unprecedented stimulation, and let your orgasms rise and rise. Teacher Wang's breathing became calm. She opened her eyes, and the penis still inside her reminded her that this soft thing had just pierced her hymen, rubbed against her vagina, penetrated her uterus, filled her uterine cavity, occupied her entire reproductive organ, and plucked the fruit she had cultivated for 26 years.

Thinking of her own hungry moans and excited screams, Teacher Wang buried her blushing face in my arms.

"You passed the test."

Her voice was still high-pitched, but very gentle. When I thrust hard and blood splattered from her vagina, I knew I had passed. I laid her flat, withdrew my penis, and let her vagina return to its original state so it wouldn't loosen prematurely. I caressed her breasts; they were incredibly soft after our encounter, and her nipples were exceptionally tender. These wonderful breasts were truly irresistible.

"Teacher Wang, did it feel good?" I asked her softly.

"Mmm, it felt good," she replied gently.

"I want to know what a woman's body feels during sex?"

I continued to caress her, helping her recover. She hugged me, her face flushed.

"I felt so itchy down there, and I wanted to scratch it. When you touched my genitals, it felt like I was being electrocuted, my whole body went numb, it felt so good, and the itching stopped. I wished you would keep touching me like that forever, but then you sped up, touching and rubbing, and I felt an intense itching in my vagina. Before, it was just a mild itch, but inside my vagina it was an unbearable itch. I wanted to find something to insert to rub and stop the itching, but you wouldn't put it in. I wanted to speak, but I couldn't say anything. I..." "Just when my face was so itchy I was about to lose consciousness, you finally penetrated me. Although it hurt a lot at first, it felt so good. When you pulled away, it itched even more, and when you thrust in again, it felt even better. That must be what pleasure is, right? Later, I couldn't tell if it was itchiness or pleasure anymore. I just wanted to hold you tightly, to make me itchier and feel even better. When you ejaculated, you were so strong. I felt like I was about to be split in two. You were thrusting into me so hard I felt like I was going to die."

Her voice became lewd.

"Did you cry when I went in?"

"Yeah, I'm not a casual person. I thought I'd wait until our wedding night to do this. I cherish it, and I wasn't prepared at all. You just went in. But I don't regret it. I used to think sex was great, but today I know how fun it is. Being a woman is so wonderful. I wish I'd met you sooner."

She seemed even more delighted, wanting to go in again right away.

"Did I look very lewd back then?"

"No, you were beautiful."

"You won't ever come to me again, will you?" she asked sweetly.

Not come? How could I bear to part with such a wonderful woman?

"No, I'll come and pamper you often. Besides, I haven't said I'm leaving yet. After you recover, we'll do it again, and I'll make you feel even better."

"Then you have to pamper me well later," she said lewdly. "What do you call this kind of thing?"

"It's called 'fucking'."

"Fucking... ah... that word sounds so lewd!" Her voice was indeed very lewd. "I've heard that people usually fuck fast and hard, it's scary. Why don't you do that? But it feels so good."

"Fast and slow fucking each have their own merits. I think savoring it slowly allows us to fully experience the pleasure and reach the highest level of sex. But always going at a slow pace isn't always enjoyable, and it gets boring after a while. So the way we make love needs to be varied. We'll go all out later and let you experience it, okay?"

"My lower body has been yours for a long time. You can do whatever you want with it, just thrust into me hard..."

I stopped listening to her lewd words and prepared to fulfill my promise. I made her lie flat, took her hand and kissed it, sucking on her slender fingers, caressing her jade-like arms. When my eyes fell on her vibrant breasts, I couldn't help but pounce on them, kissing, kneading, sucking, and biting. She smiled proudly, as if I had already lost to her jade breasts. This was unacceptable. I moved away from her breasts, turned her over, and thought to myself: In a moment, I'll make you beg me to penetrate your vagina, and see if you're still smiling then!

My lips moved from her smooth back to her buttocks and thighs. I turned her over, grabbed her right leg, and held it in my arms, rubbing my knee against her vulva. I began to savor her jade-like leg, kneading its slender, smooth shape, from thigh to calf, and back again. I lifted her leg up, holding it tightly against my body, letting my chest and lower abdomen feel the softness and delicacy of her jade-like leg. My swollen penis touched the inside of her thigh. I kissed her slender, white feet. The hard bones and delicate skin aroused my desire. As I kissed the soles of her feet, her legs suddenly jerked back, her smooth, jade-like legs roaming over my body, rubbing against my penis. I held her legs tightly to prevent them from slipping away, then licked the soles of her feet. Her legs struggled desperately, her smooth skin rubbing against my upper body and penis, her clitoris rubbing against my knees with the twisting of her body.

"Ah...ah...ah...um...ah...um...um...ah...ah ah..."

Her breasts swayed powerfully, and fluid flowed from her vagina.

"It itches...it itches...no...no...um...don't do it anymore...um...um...ah...faster...faster...put it in...um...ah...it itches..."

I don't know if it was her feet that were itchy or her vagina that was itchy, but in any case, she had already succumbed to my crotch. I spread her legs apart and thrust in forcefully.

"Ah..."

An incomparably joyful cry came from her heart, which encouraged me to go deeper and deeper. I was already very skilled at it. I grabbed her bent legs and spread them apart in front of her chest, thrusting deeper and harder into her vagina with each stroke. The fluid that gushed out there wet our thighs, and her snow-white breasts bounced up and down with my movements.

"Ah...ah...ah...um...um...um...ah um...ah...um..."

The space inside her vagina was getting smaller and smaller, and she was beginning to climax, but I wanted to take her to an even higher level. I turned her over so she was lying on her side, pushed one of her legs towards her chest, and my penis kept rubbing against the inner walls of her vagina, the glans thrusting into her uterus. Her excited body was being pushed back and forth on the bed.

"Ah...ah...ah...um ah...ah...ah ah..."

She climaxed again, and I turned her over again, my penis turning inside her vagina.

"Ah... um... um... ah... ah..."

I made her kneel in front of me with her back to me, grabbed her arms and pulled them back, suspending her upper body in the air so I could thrust harder. I spread her legs wider with my legs, and her smooth buttocks on my lower abdomen aroused my fighting spirit. I thrust forward and forcefully into her vagina.

"Um... um... ah... um ah..."

Her moans echoed in my ears, and she couldn't help but twist her buttocks in front of me. Her long hair swayed back and forth with each full thrust of my penis. Her hot, tight vagina brought us both to orgasm. I pressed her down on the bed, making her buttocks stick out even higher. I lay on top of her, reaching forward to tightly grasp her breasts.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..."

Amidst screams, I thrust into her uterus, filling her body with streams of hot fluid. We embraced tightly, savoring the pleasure of the moment; her trembling, wet body was intoxicating.

Suddenly, the sound of the door opening startled us from our lingering warmth. I realized it was already evening. It was Ms. He, the saleswoman, who entered. She was startled at first, but quickly smiled calmly at Ms. Wang. Ms. Wang, seeing her reaction, greeted her naturally. My heartbeat returned to normal, and I greeted Ms. He with ease. It turned out that Ms. He and Ms. Wang lived together. I heard that although Ms. He was Han Chinese, she grew up in Xinjiang. I never imagined that the people of Xinjiang were so open-minded...

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