The smell of a physics teacher

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That was when I first started high school. I felt like I was listening to gibberish every day, and I would get sleepy in the afternoons, so I would sleep on my desk. I don't remember how long I slept, but the teacher woke me up and said, "Are you sleepy? Don't you want to listen anymore? Wake up!"

Maybe she scared me, because I didn't dare to sleep again that afternoon. Since listening to the lectures was pointless, I started looking around.

That's when I started observing my physics teacher (wearing glasses, average-looking, wearing sneakers, white bra straps but not a big chest, average butt). After looking at her for a while

, I still wasn't very interested. After class, she came over and asked me something. She said, "Do you sleep in the afternoons or do you not like my lectures?"

I said, "I get sleepy in the afternoons, not because I don't like your lectures!"

She smiled, said some encouraging words, and left. After that, I felt more
energetic in the afternoons.

Three days later, during physics class, I started to have some thoughts about her. The period before this physics class was
PE, so some people were lying down, and some were casually paying attention. I was tired, so
I was lying down too. She got angry and started lecturing us, talking about things like future prospects, college entrance exams, and so on—
things that seemed useless to me.

She stopped lecturing and sat down next to me to grade papers. I secretly watched her expression;
it was comical. Her expressionless face, reflected in her eyes, made her seem much more mature. Then, my eyes suddenly
lit up! She crossed one leg over the other and swung her foot up and down. It was a pair of white sandals
, some parts not quite white anymore (the paint was chipped). Her feet were medium-sized, not very fleshy, with a
prominent , slightly yellowed heels, and uneven toes. I kept staring at her feet (secretly).

Suddenly, she got up to go to the bathroom, and I waited on the desk. From a distance, I heard the sound of heels: thump!
thump! thump! I heard a sound, and then she came in. At this point, the main sound in my ears wasn't the sound of her heels anymore
; the most captivating sound was the friction between her feet and shoes—a slightly sticky, yet not quite sticky, sound
. I immediately sensed her feet weren't very dry (they must have smelled). I started thinking about her feet (
laying the groundwork for our later relationship).

Midterm exams were over, and I didn't do well (last in physics). She started talking to me, but I
wasn't very interested in what she was saying because my eyes were glued to her feet. She was even fiddling with her
toes from time to time.

I only heard her say one sentence: "Why don't you go to tutoring classes? I'll teach, but I'll get home a little later
, around 9 pm. What do you think?"

I initially wanted to refuse, but then I thought about getting to see her feet more often, so I agreed.

That first day of class, I sat even closer to the front of the row (I'd switched seats with a classmate), so I could see her feet
perfectly . I was incredibly excited, waiting for her to make a move.

After waiting for 20 minutes, her feet were still still (I was getting impatient). Then I saw them start moving
. I thought maybe there were some bugs or something, and she started scratching! But scratching didn't relieve the itch.
After a while, she simply took off her shoes and started rubbing her feet together. I saw all of this and
secretly took a picture with my phone.

Before I knew it, class was over. She asked me, "How was the lesson?"

I said, "It was alright, I just wanted to look at your book."

She happily said, "I have a basic book at home, you can take a look! I'll bring it to you tomorrow."

I asked, "Where do you live?"

She told me it was Hongyun Community. I said, "What a coincidence, I live nearby!" So, I went with her
to her house.

After packing our things, we started going down the teaching building. As we went downstairs, I was captivated by the sound of her heels and
the swaying of her feet against her shoes.

We chatted along the way and I learned that she didn't have a boyfriend (I didn't know why). We

arrived at her house quickly. Her house wasn't big; it was a rented apartment, but the furnishings were decent.

She said, "Sit for a while, I'll go find it!"

I started looking around her room. The only things that caught my eye were the shoe cabinet and the chair. The shoe cabinet was full of sandals (mostly
sexy ones), and her chair was covered with bras, panties, and other items she had taken off.

Before she came out, someone knocked on the door and told her to go to the neighbor's house. She said, "Sit for a while."

I waited, thinking about her feet. Then my gaze shifted to the shoe cabinet, and I started to get bolder. I went over
and picked up her usual white sandals, looked at them, and then couldn't help but lick them.
I licked every part of the shoe except the soles. The taste wasn't very strong, but it aroused my desire. That's when I realized that I didn't just
love her feet! But the first step was still to kiss her feet!
From licking feet to getting out of control,

our school organized a trip to Beijing, which gave me the opportunity! At first, I didn't plan to go to Beijing
because I'd been there countless times since I was a child. But when I heard that the physics teacher was going too, I started to look around (
not many people went, mainly teachers), and decided to go and see what happened! I started planning whether to start by washing her feet and giving her a massage?
(Touching the chemistry teacher's feet used to be a massage).

The first place we went to was a Japanese restaurant, where you had to take off your shoes to enter. I cleverly stalled
for time , and after everyone else went in, I started fiddling with the teacher's heel (it was quite difficult; it took me a while
to loosen it a little), and then I went in.

After lunch, we went to the Summer Palace. There were artificial hills there, and I tried to get her to move around more. Then I saw
her picking her nose, so I took a picture and showed it to her. She said, "Delete it."

I said, "No!"

Then I took it to show others, and she chased after me.

I jumped off a rock, and she jumped too, resulting in her heel breaking and her ankle twisting (
just as ). I didn't go up to her immediately; instead, I went to talk to someone else. I could tell she was a little upset with me.

We arrived at the hotel that evening, and it was just
the two of She exclaimed, "Look at you making a scene! My foot hurts so much!"

I said, "Teacher, are you alright?"

She said, "Try it!"

I said, "Teacher, if you twist your ankle, you should massage it properly, but don't twist it too much, otherwise it will get worse."

She said, "If it doesn't hurt, then forget it! "

I said, "I have a friend whose foot hurts when he walks."

Upon hearing this, she asked, "What should I do?"

I said, "When I was training in sports, everyone on my team would come to me when they sprained their ankle. I
studied with an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor."

So we went into her room. She said she was going to get hot water and asked me to wait. I said, "No need, it's too late
, it'll be ready soon."

She said, "I've been running all day, my feet must be really dirty."

I said, "Those who used to be athletes could run even faster than you."

She was at a loss for words, so she sat on the bed, facing me sideways, but seemed a little embarrassed.

I took the initiative to put her feet on my lap, unfastened her shoes, and took them off (it was a bit difficult
because they were sweaty). She blushed a little, and I started massaging (actually, just touching), but we didn't say anything
. I was so excited.

After 15 minutes, she said she was a little sleepy and told me to leave, so I went back.

When I got back to my room, I realized I hadn't taken my phone. I wondered where it was. Later, I found out it was in the teacher's room, so I went
to get it. When I got my phone back from the teacher, I asked, "Are your feet feeling better?"

She seemed unhappy, didn't say anything, and just closed the door. I was puzzled. When I got back to my room, I looked at the photos from today. Thinking about
how I couldn't bear seeing the teacher's feet, I looked for a picture of her feet on my phone, but I couldn't
find it . I thought for a long time, and then... Ah!! !! Could it be the teacher? I felt so awkward and fell asleep feeling uneasy
.

The next day, sure enough, she didn't speak to me, and we seemed very distant. I felt like my soul had left my body.

That evening, the teachers were drinking, and I went. They said, "What are you drinking? How old are you?"

I said, "I'm not young anymore, I can drink!" Saying this, I picked up a glass of wine and downed it. The teachers applauded and cheered,
so they let me join the party.

Since there was only one female teacher, the physics teacher, everyone joked with her, urging her to drink. I wanted to take
this opportunity to win her over, so I drank with her and even shielded her from drinks.

The teachers all said, "Look at you! You even have a student shield you from drinks! How boring!"

She seemed to have developed some feelings for me, so I drank with her alone, saying many things to make her happy.
Before I knew it she was drunk.

Then we parted ways, and I took her back to her room. Along the way, I carefully and secretly touched her body, making my
little brother unbearable.

I helped her to bed and said, "Get some rest."

She stammered. But instead of leaving,

I sat on the sofa to see if she was asleep! After 10 minutes, she was much quieter, and I
mustered up my courage to touch her. My hand moved to her chest, but I was scared, so I moved to her feet instead.
After touching her for a while, I wasn't satisfied, so I started kissing her, mainly the areas where her shoes and feet were. Then I took off her
shoes and started touching her, then I started sucking on her toes one by one, and then I licked the soles of her feet until they had no
smell left... I closed the door and left, and I was excited all night back in my room.

The third day we went to a bar in Houhai. Although the atmosphere was good, she wasn't satisfied, so
when we got back that night, I took the initiative to find her. I brought a bottle of red wine and a bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) that I bought downstairs. When I came in,
I said, "Teacher, you didn't have enough to drink today, did you?"

She said, "Yes!"

I said, "Then let's have some more."

She said, "Okay."

But she doesn't drink baijiu (Chinese liquor), so I opened the red wine and poured it for her. We started chatting, but I sometimes tentatively asked her if she liked me! She deliberately avoided
the topic .

I said, "It's too hot in here, can I take off my clothes?"

She didn't answer. I took off my shirt, and she blushed. I'm quite muscular. (Back then, we even
had sex with the chemistry teacher!)

She said she needed to go to the bathroom, and I said, "It's too late, I have to go!" She didn't stop me.

I went back to my room and started thinking, does she like me? Wait!

I finished the rest of my drink and mustered up the courage to ask her. The door wasn't locked! When I went in, I saw no one!

I vaguely heard the sound of water. I went to the bathroom door and saw her taking a shower. I thought I'd record it and fantasize about it later
, but then something surprising happened.

She sat on the bathtub and started touching herself, saying that it would be great if she found a man as strong as me.

I wanted to rush in and just do it! But then I thought about it again, what if I failed and I'd be ruined!
No way !

So I went back to my room, but I couldn't fall asleep. I felt so uncomfortable, and I didn't care anymore.
I went upstairs because I had her masturbation video and she had fantasized about me, so I knocked on the door.

She was wearing pajamas and said, "What brings you here?!"

I said, "Teacher, I want to talk to you about something."

I went in, and there happened to be some wine on her table, so we started drinking and chatting.

After we'd had a few drinks, I said, "Teacher, I'm starting to like you!"

She smiled and said, "I'd be happy to have you as my older sister!"

I was stunned and said

, "I don't mean for you to be my older sister." She said, "What are you talking about? You've had too much to drink!" I said,

"Teacher, I want you. I've developed feelings for you after these past few days."

She said, "You know I'm your teacher?"

I said, "Yes, you're not much older than me. I see you as a woman, and you're the one I fantasize about!
" (I was confident.)

She said in surprise, "How could you... No, you're overthinking it."

I took out my phone and showed her (just a scene of me showering). She immediately became a little anxious and said, "What exactly do you
want?"

I said, "Teacher, I don't mean anything by it. I just like you and want to date you!"

She said, "Are you forcing me?"

I said, "No, your beautiful image has always been in my mind. From your hair to your feet, everything is so
attractive!"

She said, "Is that why you took pictures of my feet and licked them?"

I blushed at that moment.

She said, "How will you face others if they find out about this?"

I said confidently, "Since the teacher knows, don't blame me."

I played the second half of the video (the part where she masturbated and called my name). She said, "How could you!?"

I said, "Teacher, since we like each other, why pretend?"

Her face turned red, and she said, "Even if you delete the video, I won't tell anyone about you licking my feet." I said, "Even if the teacher knows everything tomorrow, I'm still going to have you tonight." As I said this, I hugged her

tightly . In the midst of innocent chaos , I held her very tightly, but she resisted forcefully, saying, "Stop it! I don't want to lose you as my student ."

I said, "Looks like your mouth is bigger than your temper."

Then I kissed her, sucking her saliva with all my might until she finally couldn't speak! She
started kicking me, and I took the opportunity to sit on top of her!

Seeing that her resistance wasn't as fierce, my hands started to roam over her body. I touched her breasts (they
really weren't big). She started to block me with her hands, but I grabbed both of her hands with one hand and pressed them down on the bed, then started
touching her with the other.

After a while, I grabbed her breasts forcefully, but they were too small, so
I used force. She probably felt pain and forcefully pulled her mouth away, her eyes red, saying, "Enough! Is that enough
? Please don't continue!"

I said, "Teacher, do you think I'm just venting my lust? You're wrong! I really want you!"

She started to resist forcefully, shouting, "Let me go! How can I face anyone after this?"

I said, "Teacher, this will be a secret between the two of us; no one will know!"

Although she was still unwilling, I could clearly feel that her resistance had weakened considerably!

I took the opportunity to pull off her pajamas, revealing her breasts (pitifully small).
I immediately went for it, first kissing her breasts forcefully, as if I were urgently trying to give her breast augmentation. After a while, I
kissed her nipples, this time biting them a little harder, and she made a sound!

I started to take off her pants, at which point she resisted with all her might, refusing to let me touch her again!
Just then, a teacher knocked on her door and said, "Let's go clubbing!"

I quickly took out my phone and whispered, "Teacher, for our own good, I hope you understand!"

She said, "No, I'm asleep." Then the teacher left.

I started to take off her pants again, but she absolutely refused. I asked her, "Why won't you let me touch you?"

She didn't speak, but looked very pleading.

I stopped for a moment, then picked up her feet and started kissing them. She didn't resist, just kept looking at me. I started
sucking on each toe, and she began to consciously pull back!

I pulled down her pants, and this time she cried. I ignored her and continued licking her feet, then rubbed them against
my underwear. My penis got hard!

Then I started sucking her vagina! At first, there wasn't much lubrication, so I started sucking while moving my hands over her
body I saw that there was enough lubrication! I then inserted myself. She seemed to be in pain; I
felt it was really tight, the tightest I'd ever encountered (our chemistry teacher is over 40, so she's probably quite loose). I was also excited
at that moment , thrusting very quickly. I was about to ejaculate in less than a minute, and I couldn't hold back and ejaculated inside her
!

She kept crying. I thought that at her age, she shouldn't feel so much pain! When I pulled out, I saw blood
!!! I realized she was still a virgin! I didn't know what to do! I hugged her, touched
her face, and said, "Sister, I'll be good to you! Don't cry!"

She said, "I never thought that my integrity over the years in college would be violated by my student...!!!" She cried even harder.

I said, "Remember, in my heart you are my sister, the sister I love."

She seemed to stop crying. I hugged her and said, "They say a 16-year-old girl's body is like soft butter, but it seems that's all false.
You're truly a rare gem."

(My chemistry teacher is definitely a mature woman! Sagging breasts, calluses on her feet, excess fat around her waist, and her flesh has lost
its elasticity .) She leaned against me without saying a word. I

held her, and we slowly fell asleep. Since returning home, there have been many exams, so I haven't had time to talk to her alone. She's also started avoiding me ! I found a time to ask her, and she said, "Forget about Beijing! Someone introduced me to a guy, and I 'm going a blind date." I was stunned; I felt numb all over! The sky in my heart was gray that day; I thought she must be angry. After evening self-study, I went to a health product store and bought apple-scented oral sex spray, personal lubricant (it heats up instantly), and granular condoms. I used the rest of my money to buy some flowers. I kept thinking about how to talk to her. I thought I'd just give her the flowers and apologize when I got inside. But as soon as I entered, she said, "You still know this place! What are you doing here?!" I put the flowers in her hands and said, "The most beautiful flowers for the most beautiful face, you'll look ugly if you're angry!" She took the flowers, turned around, and went into the house. I closed the door and followed her in. When I got to her room, I smelled a strong odor. I saw a bottle of personal lubricant and a plastic penis on the table. I teased her and said, "Sister, you've been missing me so much these past few days! You've been fantasizing about me every day, haven't you?" She said, "Don't say that, you're just a child, only thinking about your own feelings. You forget everything when you're comfortable ." I felt guilty at that moment! So I picked her up and put her on the bed. I didn't rush to take off her clothes, but touched her whole body through her clothes. She said, "Don't turn on the light." I said, "What, will you squirt if you see me?!" Her face turned red, and then she helped me masturbate. So we got into a 69 position. As soon as I took off her panties I was stimulated by the strong smell. I immediately licked around her vulva, getting it all over my nose. I joked, "Sister, you miss me like the Yellow River flows endlessly! It's so warm here." As I spoke, her hand swayed faster. I knew I was about to ejaculate if this continued. I took out and sprayed it on my glans. I said, "Sister, come on, relax a little!" She glanced at me, somewhat reluctant. I pressed her down and kissed her mouth, sucking her saliva as usual. I squeezed most of the bottle of personal lubricant onto her anus, and then I inserted her plastic penis. She quickly pulled it out, saying, "This thing is too dirty to put there. I need to use it again later." Her words were somewhat euphemistic. I said, "Sister, you have me. I'm here with you. Why would you need this emotionless thing?" She seemed happy but didn't say anything. I inserted it and slowly moved in and out. Her anus was a little tight, so I used more force with my hand, and she started moaning! I increased the frequency of my hand movements, and she said, "No, stop! I can't take it anymore! Oh... oh... oh..." she moaned softly. I said, "Does my sister dislike me now? Why won't she give me oral sex?" She said with difficulty, "No! No! There's nothing I can do now... Ah! Ah! Ah!"

I stopped, but didn't pull out.

She started licking my glans, and I felt she wasn't letting go, so I started thrusting the plastic
penis in her anus again. She started panting and said, "More...more! What's wrong! Why aren't you stopping?"

I said, "If you can't let go, I can only help you relax."

She understood what I meant, so she took the whole penis in and started moving it up and down.

I continued licking her vulva, and after a while she seemed a little tired, and her mouth moved less, so I held her head down and
thrust my penis wildly. She started saying with difficulty, "You...you...cough cough..." Some liquid
went into her trachea, "How many people have you played with, ah!! So...so...playful!"

I could tell there wasn't much left, so I said, "If you want it to end quickly, use your strength, use your tongue too, tighten it
a little more."

She listened very well. After about 10 seconds, I started to ejaculate. At this time, her mouth tried to get away from my penis
quickly , but she wasn't fast enough. I held it down, and as a result, I ejaculated into her mouth!

She was still panting. I held her against the headboard and said, "Sister, you're so skilled, how many people have you
been with !"

She said angrily, "My first time was with you, and you still say things like that? I hate you so much
."

I said, "No! I'll make it up to you later!"

She was stunned and asked, "How will you make it up to me?"

I said, "I'll make you feel good all over."

She couldn't take it anymore and said, "I'm going to the bathroom, you rest for a while!"

I thought, I'm going to make you feel unbearable. Then I grabbed her and pushed her down onto the bed, put on my textured
condom , and said, "Girl! I'll make you feel like you're in heaven."

She hesitated and said, "Teacher isn't a slut, you've got the wrong idea."

I said, "You still say you're a teacher! Should teachers have sex with students?"

She said, "What do you want me to call you from now on?"

I said, "Just call me husband! I'll call you wife!"

She was a little unwilling, I could tell, so I took out my plastic penis and inserted it into her anus,
thrusting it in and out forcefully.

She cried out, "Stop...stop! I can't take it anymore! Stop..."

I didn't listen and continued thrusting. She said helplessly, "Honey, stop."

Hearing this, I happily stopped. I placed my penis at the entrance of her vagina and said, "Wife, put it
in."

She blushed and inserted my penis, as if she wanted to say something! But I ignored her and
continued thrusting. This time she kept moaning (the textured surface was very effective).

I said, "What position do you like?"

She said, "As long as it's you, nothing else matters."

I thought to myself, she's just being sweet-talking because she's afraid I'll use too many tricks.

After thrusting for a while, I stopped.

I said, "Wife, sit on me, and then..."

Before I could finish, she had already positioned herself on my penis! I started thrusting harder! The frequency gradually increased, and I saw her
breasts tremble slightly. I wanted to have some fun, but it was still too small. I took some lubricant! I applied it
to her breasts and started playing.

She was a little embarrassed and said, "My breasts are a bit small."

I said, "Not a little, they're too small! It's hard for me to even grab them!"

She got angry: "Then go find someone else!"

I ignored her and kept thrusting. She moaned, "You...you...you're so strong! I...I
really love...I've fallen in love with you...don't dislike me."

I thrust for a while and then ejaculated. I hugged her and said, "Wife, I love you for who you are, not for your breasts. I hope you love me for
who I am, not for my strong body."

She nodded and leaned against me.

I held her and said, "Tonight we're going to have a blast. I'm going to make you fly!"

She didn't say anything. I glanced at her; she was secretly laughing!

After resting for a bit, I got off the bed, pulled her up, and hugged her from behind. I had her support herself on the bed while I held her
from behind and then penetrated her.

I smiled and said, "We're working together very well." Then I penetrated her and slowly thrust in and out.

I asked her, "Do you like this?"

She didn't say anything, but her body seemed to tremble slightly.

I said, "Is this a feeling of being touched or something?"

She seemed uncomfortable, and that's when I realized her arms weren't strong enough. So I changed
positions , embracing her from the front and letting her wrap her arms around my neck. I pulled her genitals and inserted myself into her vagina.

I said, "This way I can see your expression."

She hugged me tightly, clinging to me, and said, "Let's start thrusting."

She couldn't speak anymore, just panting heavily.

I went to kiss her breasts, but as I thrust, her breasts bounced up and down, and I couldn't get the timing right. She
laughed at me, but I was angry. I bit her nipple and thrust hard. She
cried out , "Gently... Is this how you treat me?"

Seeing she was angry, I let go, but the thrusting became even faster. I
couldn't , but for some reason, I didn't want to ejaculate, so I kept thrusting.

At this point, she couldn't take it anymore and cried out, "Ah! Ah! Ah! Shoot! I'll have a second orgasm!
Ah! Ah! I'm going to squirt!"

I said, "Squirt! Squirt what?"

She said, "Hurry up!"

Seeing her pleading tone, I thought I'd better give up. I sped up and ejaculated in no time. But
when I pulled out, her genitals were like a fountain, spraying my lower body wet, and her sheets
were covered her fluids. That's when I realized what she meant.

I laughed, "Hahaha!!"

She said, "I've done all sorts of exciting things with you, what am I going to do next?!" Then

I carried her into the bathroom.

But we didn't do anything. She could tell I was more tired than her. I lay in the bathtub and she washed me with shower gel.
She suddenly said, "Why didn't you touch my feet today?"

I said, "I was only thinking about you today, hehe!"

She stretched out her feet and said, "You used to touch my feet to please me, didn't you?"

Without saying a word, I licked her feet, even between her toes. She seemed to enjoy the process. Then
I put all her toes in my mouth, and she said, "My feet don't need washing, they're all clean!"

After showering, I left. Back home, my mind was filled with thoughts of her!
It all started with a pair of white shoes and ended with a pair of white shoes.

After that, I went to her place almost twice a week, doing it two or three times each time. But it didn't last long. Less
than six months later, she told me she was leaving, and I didn't visit her for a week.

One night, she asked me to come see her, and I went with mixed feelings.

When I entered, she was sitting on the bed, wearing a swimsuit and those white sandals. She said, "Come on, today is our
last day together. I'm afraid we won't have another chance."

I didn't ask where she was going. I just walked up to her, hugged her, took out my phone, and
deleted .

I said, "Wife, I have a gift for you. Can you give me one too?"

She said, "What?"

I took off her white sandals and said, "I fell in love with you because of these shoes. Now I'm
taking them . From now on, you'll always be in my heart."

She agreed. She tried to persuade me to stay overnight, but to ensure she would always have me in her heart, I
ignored her and left. On the way, I had no thoughts.

That's how this abnormal relationship ended. When I got busy, I forgot about her completely. But the
following summer, when my girlfriend came to my house, she took out those white sandals from the back of the shoe cabinet. She put them on
and said they were beautiful, which reminded me of the past.

I helped her sit on the bed and said, "Don't stop me from doing anything."

She looked at me suspiciously, and I kissed her feet! She resisted a little, but not because she disliked me.

Although the feet weren't hers anymore, the smell was still hers. I gave those shoes to my
girlfriend , and she loved wearing them. When I miss my teacher, I kiss those white sandals and her soft feet; that smell is
hers!

Author: Master of Indulgence First published on 2011/12/2

Declaration: All stories are based on personal experience (absolutely original) It
started

when I was in my first year of high school. I felt like I was listening to gibberish every day, and I would get sleepy in the afternoons, so I would sleep on my desk. I don't remember how long I slept, but the teacher woke me up and said, "Are you sleepy? Don't you want to listen anymore? Get your act together!"

Maybe I was scared, because I didn't dare to sleep again that afternoon. Listening to the lectures was pointless, so I started looking around.

That's when I started observing my physics teacher (wearing glasses, average-looking, wearing sneakers, white bra straps but not very big breasts, average buttocks). After looking at her for a while, I still wasn't very interested.

After class, she came over and asked me something. She said, "Do you sleep in the afternoons or do you not like my lectures?"

I said, "I get sleepy in the afternoons, not because I don't like your lectures!"

She smiled, said some encouraging words, and left. After that, I had some
energy in the afternoons.

Three days later, during physics class, I started to have some thoughts about her. The period before this physics class was
PE, so some people were lying down, and some were casually paying attention. I was tired, so
I was lying down too. She got angry and started lecturing us, talking about things like future prospects, college entrance exams, and so on—
things that seemed useless to me.

She stopped lecturing and sat down next to me to grade papers. I secretly watched her expression;
it was comical. Her expressionless face, reflected in her eyes, made her seem much more mature. Then, my eyes suddenly
lit up! She crossed one leg over the other and swung her foot up and down. It was a pair of white sandals
, some parts not quite white anymore (the paint was chipped). Her feet were medium-sized, not very fleshy, with a
prominent , slightly yellowed heels, and uneven toes. I kept staring at her feet (secretly).

Suddenly, she got up to go to the bathroom, and I waited on the desk. From a distance, I heard the sound of heels: thump!
thump! thump! I heard a sound, and then she came in. At this point, the main sound in my ears wasn't the sound of her heels anymore
; the most captivating sound was the friction between her feet and shoes—a slightly sticky, yet not quite sticky, sound
. I immediately sensed her feet weren't very dry (they must have smelled). I started thinking about her feet (
laying the groundwork for our later relationship).

Midterm exams were over, and I didn't do well (last in physics). She started talking to me, but I
wasn't very interested in what she was saying because my eyes were glued to her feet. She was even fiddling with her
toes from time to time.

I only heard her say one sentence: "Why don't you go to tutoring classes? I'll teach, but I'll get home a little later
, around 9 pm. What do you think?"

I initially wanted to refuse, but then I thought about getting to see her feet more often, so I agreed.

That first day of class, I sat even closer to the front of the row (I'd switched seats with a classmate), so I could see her feet
perfectly . I was incredibly excited, waiting for her to make a move.

After waiting for 20 minutes, her feet were still still (I was getting impatient). Then I saw them start moving
. I thought maybe there were some bugs or something, and she started scratching! But scratching didn't relieve the itch.
After a while, she simply took off her shoes and started rubbing her feet together. I saw all of this and
secretly took a picture with my phone.

Before I knew it, class was over. She asked me, "How was the lesson?"

I said, "It was alright, I just wanted to look at your book."

She happily said, "I have a basic book at home, you can take a look! I'll bring it to you tomorrow."

I asked, "Where do you live?"

She told me it was Hongyun Community. I said, "What a coincidence, I live nearby!" So, I went with her
to her house.

After packing our things, we started going down the teaching building. As we went downstairs, I was captivated by the sound of her heels and
the swaying of her feet against her shoes.

We chatted along the way and I learned that she didn't have a boyfriend (I didn't know why). We

arrived at her house quickly. Her house wasn't big; it was a rented apartment, but the furnishings were decent.

She said, "Sit here for a bit, I'll go find it!"

I started looking around her room. The only things that caught my eye were the shoe cabinet and the chair. The shoe cabinet was full of sandals (mostly
sexy ones), and her chair was covered with bras, panties, and other items she had taken off.

Before she came out, someone knocked on the door and told her to go to the neighbor's house. She said, "Sit here for a bit."

I waited, thinking about her feet. Then my gaze fell on the shoe cabinet, and I started to get bolder. I went over and
picked up her usual white sandals, looked at them, and then couldn't help but lick them, licking every part except the soles.
I licked them all; the taste wasn't very strong, but it aroused my desire. That's when I realized I didn't just
love her feet! But the first step was still to kiss them!
From licking feet to getting out of control,

our school's organized trip to Beijing gave me the opportunity! Initially, I wasn't planning to
go to Beijing because I'd been countless times since childhood, but I heard the physics teacher was going too, so I started observing (
not many people went, mostly teachers), deciding to play it by ear! My initial plan was to start with a foot massage
(touching the chemistry teacher's feet was a massage before).

The first place we went was a Japanese restaurant, where you had to take off your shoes to enter. I cleverly
stalled , waiting for everyone to go in before starting to loosen the teacher's heels (it was quite difficult; it took me a while to
loosen them a little), and then I went in.

After dinner, we went to the Summer Palace. There were artificial hills there, and I tried to get her to move around more. Then I saw
her picking her nose, so I took a picture and showed it to her. She said, "Delete it."

I said, "No!"

Then I took it to show others, and she chased after me.

I jumped off a rock, and she jumped too, but her heel broke and she twisted her ankle (
just as ). I didn't go up to her right away; instead, I went to talk to someone else. I could tell she was a little upset with me.

We arrived at the hotel that evening. It was just
the two of She exclaimed, "Look at you making a scene! My foot hurts so much!"

I said, "Are you alright, teacher?"

She said, "Try it!"

I said, "Teacher, if you twist your ankle, you should massage it properly, but don't twist it too much, otherwise it will get worse."

She said, "Never mind if it doesn't hurt! "

I said, "I have a friend whose foot hurts when he walks."

Upon hearing this, she asked, "What should I do then?"

I said, "When I was in sports, everyone on my team would come to me when they sprained their ankle. I
studied with an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor."

So we went into her room. She said she was going to get hot water and asked me to wait. I said, "No need, it's too late
, it'll be fine soon."

She said, "You've been running all day, your feet must be dirty."

I said, "People who used to be in sports could run even faster than you."

She seemed at a loss, then sat on the bed, facing me sideways, but looked a little embarrassed.

I took the initiative to put her feet on my lap, unfastened her shoes, and took them off (it was a little difficult
because they were sweaty). She blushed slightly, and I started massaging (actually, just touching), but we didn't speak.
I was so excited.

After 15 minutes, she said she was a little sleepy and told me to leave, so I went back.

When I got back to my room, I realized I hadn't taken my phone. I wondered where it was. Later, I found out it was in the teacher's room, so I went
to get it. When I got my phone back from the teacher, I asked, "Is your foot feeling better?"

She seemed unhappy, didn't say anything, and closed the door. I was puzzled. Back in my room, I looked at the photos from today,
thinking about how unbearable the teacher's feet were, so I looked for a picture of her feet on my phone, but I couldn't
find it . I thought for a long time, and then... Ah!!! Could it be the teacher? I felt so embarrassed and fell asleep anxiously
.

The next day, sure enough, she didn't speak to me, and we seemed very distant. I felt like my soul had left my body.

That evening, the teachers were drinking, and I went. They asked, "What are you drinking? How old are you?"

I replied, "I'm not young anymore, I can drink!" Saying this, I downed a glass of wine. The teachers applauded and cheered,
so they let me join the party.

Since there was only one female teacher, the physics teacher, everyone joked with her, urging her to drink. I wanted to use
this opportunity to win her over, so I drank with her, even shielding her from drinks.

The teachers all said, "Look at you! You even have a student shield you from drinks! How boring!"

She seemed to have developed some feelings for me, so I drank with her alone, saying many things to make her happy.
Before I knew it she was quite drunk.

Then it was time to leave, and I took her back to her room. Along the way, I carefully and stealthily touched her body, making my
little brother unbearable.

I helped her to bed and said, "Get some rest."

She stammered. But I didn't leave; instead…

I sat on the sofa to see if she was asleep! After 10 minutes, her movements subsided considerably. I
mustered my courage and tried to touch her. My hand moved to her chest, but I was too scared, so I moved to her feet instead.
After a while, I wasn't satisfied, so I started kissing her, mainly the areas where her shoes and feet were. Then I took off her
shoes and started touching her again. I began sucking on each of her toes, then licked the soles of her feet until they were
odorless… I closed the door and left. Back in my room, I was excited all night.

The third day, we went to a bar in Houhai. Although the atmosphere was good, she wasn't satisfied. So,
when we got home that night, I took the initiative to find her. I brought a bottle of red wine and a bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) that I had bought downstairs. When we entered,
I said, "Teacher, you didn't have enough to drink today, did you?"

She said, "Yes!"

I said, "Then let's have some more."

She said, "Okay."

But she doesn't drink baijiu (Chinese liquor), so I opened the red wine and poured it for her. We started chatting, but I sometimes tentatively asked her if she liked me! She deliberately avoided
the topic .

I said, "It's too hot in here, can I take off my clothes?"

She didn't answer. I took off my shirt, and she blushed. I'm quite muscular. (Back then, we even
did it with the chemistry teacher!)

She said she needed to go to the bathroom, and I said, "It's too late, I have to go!" She didn't stop me.

I went back to my room and started wondering, does she like me? Wait!

I finished the rest of my drink and mustered up the courage to ask her. The door wasn't locked! When I went in, no one was there! I

vaguely heard the sound of water. I went to the bathroom door and saw her taking a shower. I thought I'd record it and fantasize about it later
, but then something surprising happened.

She sat on the bathtub and started touching herself, saying that it would be great if she found a man as strong as me.

I wanted to rush in and just do it! But then I thought, what if I fail and I'm ruined!
No !

So I went back to my room, but I couldn't fall asleep. I felt so uncomfortable, and I didn't care anymore.
I went upstairs because I had her masturbation video and she had fantasized about me, so I knocked on the door.

She was wearing pajamas and said, "What are you doing here!?"

I said, "Teacher, I want to talk to you about something."

I went in, and there was some wine on her table, so we started drinking and chatting.

After we'd had a few drinks, I said, "Teacher, I'm starting to like you!"

She smiled and said, "I'd be happy to have you as my older sister!"

I was stunned and said, "I don't mean you have to be my older sister.

" She said, "What are you talking about? You've had too much to drink!"

I said, "Teacher, I want you. I've developed feelings for you after what we've experienced these past few days."

She said, "You know I'm your teacher?"

I said, "Yes, you're not much older than me. I see you as a woman, and you're the one I fantasize about!
" (I was confident of my decision.)

She said in surprise, "How could you... No, you're overthinking it."

I took out my phone and showed her (it was just a picture of me showering). She got a little anxious and said, "What do you
want?"

I said, "Teacher, I don't mean anything by it. I just like you and want to date you!"

She said, "Are you forcing me?"

I said, "No, your beautiful image has always been in my mind. From your hair to your feet, everything about you is so
attractive!"

She said, "Is that why you took pictures of my feet and licked them?"

I blushed.

She said, "How will you face others if they find out about this?"

I said confidently, "Since the teacher knows, don't blame me."

I played the second half of the video (the part where she masturbated and called my name), and she said, "How could you!?"

I said, "Teacher, since we like each other, why pretend?"

Her face turned red, and she said, "Even if you delete the video, I won't tell anyone about you licking my feet."

I said, "Even if the teacher knows everything tomorrow, I'm still going to have you tonight." As I said this, I hugged
her tightly. In the midst
of innocent chaos

, I hugged her very tightly, and she resisted forcefully, saying, "Stop it, I don't want to lose you as a
student ."

I said, "It seems your mouth is bigger than your temper."

As I said this, I kissed her, and I sucked her saliva with all my might. At this point, she finally couldn't speak! She
started kicking me, and I took the opportunity to sit on her!

Seeing that her resistance wasn't so intense, my hands started to roam over her body. I touched her breasts (
they really weren't big). She started to block me with her hands, but I grabbed both of her hands with one hand and pressed them onto the bed, and then started
touching her with my other hand.

After a while, I grabbed her breasts tightly, but they were too small, and it was difficult to grasp them. So,
in my haste used force. She probably felt pain, and she forcefully pulled her mouth away, her eyes reddening, and said, "That's enough! Is that enough
? Please don't continue!"

I said, "Teacher, do you think I'm just venting my lust? You're wrong! I really want you!"

She started to resist and cried out, "Let me go! How can I face anyone after doing this?"

I said, "Teacher, this is something between the two of us; no one will know!"

Although she was still unwilling, I could clearly feel that her resistance had lessened considerably!

I took the opportunity to take off her pajamas, revealing the true nature of her breasts (pitifully small).
My mouth went straight to them, first kissing her breasts forcefully, as if I were urgently trying to give her breast augmentation. After a while, I
kissed her nipples, this time even biting them a little harder, and she made a sound!

I started to take off her pants, at which point she resisted me with all her might, refusing to let me touch her again! Just then
, a teacher knocked on her door and said, "Let's go clubbing!"

I quickly took out my phone and whispered, "Teacher, for our own good, I hope you understand!"

She said, "I'm not going, I'm asleep." Then the teacher left.

I started to take off her pants again, but she absolutely refused. I asked her, "Why won't you let me touch you?"

She didn't say anything, but she looked very pleading.

I stopped for a moment, then picked up her feet and started kissing them. She didn't resist and just kept looking at me. I started
sucking on each toe, and she started consciously pulling back!

I took advantage of her and pulled off her pants. This time she cried, but I ignored her and continued licking her feet. Then I
rubbed her feet on my underwear, and my penis got hard!

Then I started sucking on her vagina! At first, there wasn't much lubrication, so I started sucking while moving my hands over her
body I saw that there was enough lubrication! I then inserted myself. She was in a little pain. I
felt that it was really tight, the first time I had encountered such a tight vagina (our chemistry teacher is over 40 years old, so she might be very loose).
I was
!

She kept crying; I thought at her age she shouldn't feel so much pain! When I pulled out, I saw blood
!!! I realized she was still a virgin! I didn't know what to do! I hugged her, touched
her face, and said, "Sister, I'll be good to you! Don't cry!"

She said, "I never thought my years of integrity in college would be violated by my student...!!!" She cried even harder.

I said, "Remember, in my heart you're my sister, my beloved sister."

She seemed to stop crying. I hugged her and said, "They say a 16-year-old girl's body is like soft butter, but it seems that's all false.
Sister 're truly a rare gem."

(The chemistry teacher was indeed a mature woman! Sagging breasts, calluses on her feet, excess fat around her waist, and her flesh lacked
elasticity .)

She leaned against me, not saying a word. I held her, and we slowly fell asleep. Since returning, there
have

been many exams, so I haven't had time to talk to her alone, and she has also intentionally started avoiding me
!

I asked her sometime, and she said, "Forget about Beijing! Someone introduced me to someone, and I
'm going on a blind date."

I was stunned; I felt completely numb! The sky above me was gray all day; I thought she
must be angry.

After evening self-study, I went to a health product store and bought apple-scented oral sex spray,
a personal lubricant (it heats up instantly), and granular condoms. I used the rest of my money to buy some flowers.

All the way there, I kept thinking about how to talk to her. I thought I'd just give her the flowers and apologize. But as soon as I
entered, she said, "You still know this place?! What are you doing here?!"

I put the flowers in her hands and said, "The most beautiful flowers for the most beautiful face; you'll look ugly if you're still angry!"

She took the flowers and turned to go inside. I closed the door and followed her in.

Once inside, I smelled a strong odor. On the table was a bottle of personal lubricant and a plastic penis.
I teased her, saying, "Sister, you must have been missing me terribly these past few days! You must have been fantasizing about me every day!"

She said, "Don't say that. You're just a child, only thinking about your own feelings. You forget everything when you're satisfied
."

I felt guilty! So I picked her up and put her on the bed. I didn't rush to take off her clothes,
but instead touched her whole body through them.

She said, "Don't turn on the light."

I said, "What, will you squirt if you see me?!"

Her face turned red, and then she started masturbating me. We then got into a 69 position. As soon as I took off her
panties I was stimulated by the strong smell. I immediately licked around her vulva, getting it all over my nose.

I joked, "Sister, you miss me like the Yellow River flows endlessly! It's so warm here."

As I spoke, her hand swayed faster. I knew I was about to ejaculate if this continued. I
took out and sprayed it on my glans. I said, "Sister, come on, relax a little!"

She glanced at me, somewhat reluctant. I pressed her down and kissed her mouth, sucking her saliva as usual.
I squeezed most of the bottle of personal lubricant onto her anus, and then I inserted her plastic penis.

She quickly pulled it out, saying, "This thing is too dirty to put there. I need to use it again later." Her words were
somewhat euphemistic.

I said, "Sister, you have me. I'm here with you. Why would you need this emotionless thing?"

She seemed happy but didn't say anything. I inserted it and slowly moved in and out. Her anus was a little tight, so I used
more force with my hand, and she started moaning!

I increased the frequency of my hand movements, and she said, "No, stop! I can't take it anymore! Oh... oh...
oh..." she moaned softly.

I said, "Does my sister dislike me now? Why won't she give me oral sex?"

She said with difficulty, "No! No! I can't do anything about it now... Ah! Ah! Ah!"

I stopped, but didn't pull out.

She started licking my glans, and I felt that she wasn't letting go, so I started moving the plastic
penis in her anus again. She started panting and said, "More... More! What's wrong! Why aren't you stopping?"

I said, "If you can't let go, I can only help you relax."

She understood what I meant, so she took the whole penis in and started moving it up and down.

I continued licking her vulva. After a while, she seemed a little tired, and her mouth movements slowed down. I pressed her head down and began
thrusting my penis wildly. She started struggling to speak, "You...you...cough cough..." Some liquid
went into her trachea. "How many people have you played with? Ah!! So...so...good at it!"

I could tell she was almost done, so I said, "If you want it to end quickly, use your strength, use your tongue too, tighter
."

She listened very well. After about a second, I started to ejaculate. At this moment, her mouth tried to leave my penis
quickly , but she couldn't keep up with my speed. I pressed her head down, and as a result, I ejaculated all of it into her mouth!

She was still panting. I held her against the headboard and said, "Sister, you're so skilled, how many people have you
been with !"

She said angrily, "My first time was with you, and you still say things like that? I hate you so much
."

I said, "No! I'll make it up to you later!"

She was stunned and asked, "How will you make it up to me?"

I said, "I'll make you feel good all over."

She couldn't take it anymore and said, "I'm going to the bathroom, you rest for a while!"

I thought, I'm going to make you feel unbearable. Then I grabbed her and pushed her down onto the bed, put on my textured
condom , and said, "Girl! I'll make you feel like you're in heaven."

She hesitated and said, "Teacher isn't a slut, you've got the wrong idea."

I said, "You still say you're a teacher! Should teachers have sex with students?"

She said, "What do you want me to call you from now on?"

I said, "Just call me husband! I'll call you wife!"

She was a little unwilling, I could tell, so I took out my plastic penis and inserted it into her anus,
thrusting it in and out forcefully.

She cried out, "Stop...stop! I can't take it anymore! Stop..."

I didn't listen and continued thrusting. She said helplessly, "Honey, stop."

Hearing this, I happily stopped. I placed my penis at the entrance of her vagina and said, "Wife, put it
in."

She blushed and inserted my penis, as if she wanted to say something! But I ignored her and
continued thrusting. This time she kept moaning (the textured surface was very effective).

I said, "What position do you like?"

She said, "As long as it's you, nothing else matters."

I thought to myself, she's just being sweet-talking because she's afraid I'll use too many tricks.

After thrusting for a while, I stopped.

I said, "Wife, sit on me, and then..."

Before I could finish, she had already positioned herself on my penis! I started thrusting harder! The frequency gradually increased, and I saw her
breasts tremble slightly. I wanted to have some fun, but it was still too small. I took some lubricant! I applied it
to her breasts and started playing.

She was a little embarrassed and said, "My breasts are a bit small."

I said, "Not a little, they're too small! It's hard for me to even grab them!"

She got angry: "Then go find someone else!"

I ignored her and kept thrusting. She moaned, "You...you...you're so strong! I...I
really love...I've fallen in love with you...don't dislike me."

I thrust for a while and then ejaculated. I hugged her and said, "Wife, I love you for who you are, not for your breasts. I hope you love me for
who I am, not for my strong body."

She nodded and leaned against me.

I held her and said, "Tonight we're going to have a blast. I'm going to make you fly!"

She didn't say anything. I glanced at her; she was secretly laughing!

After resting for a bit, I got off the bed, pulled her up, and hugged her from behind. I had her support herself on the bed while I held her
from behind and then penetrated her.

I smiled and said, "We're working together very well." Then I penetrated her and slowly thrust in and out.

I asked her, "Do you like this?"

She didn't say anything, but her body seemed to tremble slightly.

I said, "Is this a feeling of being moved or something else?"

She seemed uncomfortable, and that's when I realized her arms weren't strong enough. So I changed
positions , embracing her from the front and letting her wrap her arms around my neck. I pulled her genitals and inserted myself into her vagina.

I said, "This way I can see your expression."

She hugged me tightly, clinging to me, and said, "Let's start thrusting."

She couldn't speak anymore, just panting heavily.

I went to kiss her breasts, but as I thrust, her breasts bounced up and down, and I couldn't get the timing right. She
laughed at me, but I was angry. I bit her nipple and thrust hard. She
cried out , "Gently... Is this how you treat me?"

Seeing her anger, I released her, but the thrusting became even faster. I
couldn't , but for some reason, I didn't want to ejaculate, so I kept thrusting.

Then she couldn't take it anymore, yelling, "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ejaculate quickly! This will give me a second orgasm!
Ah! Ah! I'm going to squirt!"

I said, "Squirt! Squirt what?"

She said, "Hurry up!"

Seeing her pleading tone, I thought I'd better give up. I sped up and ejaculated in no time. But
when I pulled out, her genitals were like a fountain, spraying my lower body wet, and her sheets
were soaked with her fluids. That's when I realized what she meant.

I laughed, "Hahaha!!"

She said, "I've done all sorts of exciting things with you, what am I going to do next?!"

Then I carried her into the bathroom.

But we didn't do anything. She could tell I was more tired than her. I lay in the bathtub and she washed me with shower gel.
Suddenly she said, "Why didn't you touch my feet today?"

I said, "I was only thinking about you today, hehe!"

She stretched out her feet and said, "You used to touch my feet to please me, didn't you?" Without saying a word,

I licked her feet, even between her toes. She enjoyed the process. Then
I put all her toes in my mouth, and she said, "My feet don't need washing, they're clean!"

After the bath, I left. When I got home, she was all I could think about!
It started with a pair of white shoes and ended with a pair of white shoes.

From then on, I went almost twice a week, doing it 2-3 times each time. But the good times didn't last long. Less
than six months later, she told me she was leaving, and I didn't visit her for a week.

One night, she asked me to come see her, and I went with mixed feelings.

When I entered, she was sitting on the bed, wearing a swimsuit and those white sandals. She said, "Come on, today is our
last day. I'm afraid we won't have another chance."

I didn't ask where she was going. I just walked up to her, hugged her, took out my phone, and
deleted .

I said, "Honey, I have a gift for you. Can you give me one too?"

She said, "What?"

I took off her white sandals and said, "I fell in love with you because of these shoes. Now I'm
taking them . From now on, you'll always be in my heart."

She agreed. She tried to persuade me to stay at her house for the night, but to make sure she would always have me in her heart, I
ignored her and left. I didn't think about anything on the way.

That's how this abnormal relationship ended. When I was busy, I forgot about her. But the
following summer, when my girlfriend came to my house, she took out those white sandals from the back of the shoe cabinet. She put them on
and said they were beautiful, which reminded me of the past.

I helped her sit on the bed and said, "Don't stop me from doing anything."

She looked at me suspiciously, and I started kissing her feet! She resisted a little, but not because she disliked me.

Although the feet weren't hers anymore, the scent was still hers. I gave those shoes to my
girlfriend , and she loves wearing them. When I miss my teacher, I kiss those white sandals and her soft feet; that scent is
hers!

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