Stories of my past studies and teachers!

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I attended a university in Beijing. My self-assessment would be that I'm stubborn, proud, sensitive, and delicate. My classmates said I was cheerful, funny, pretty, tall, and not heavy—well, I had a good physique. Then,
in the instant I turned around, our eyes met. I unconsciously lowered my head and walked away. Actually,
my mind was completely blank at that moment, because in that brief instant, I was stunned by her beauty. My mind was filled with her image, but now I was like a child obediently following orders to get a toy, head down, afraid to look at her again. She was wearing a black, tight-fitting collared top and skinny blue jeans. She looked to be close to 30. From that brief glance, I estimated she was about 1.65 meters tall with a great figure. Since it was our first meeting, I knew nothing about her and could only rely on my intuition. She probably hadn't had children yet; her slender eyebrows were carefully groomed, slightly upturned. Below them were a pair of beautiful eyes, like the gentle glow of the moon, watery and alluring, set against her pretty face. Her skin must have been excellent. Her long hair cascaded down her chest, resting on her full breasts. She was still smiling, leaning against the computer. She gestured for me to sit down in the chair at the table, then asked me some personal questions and how I should practice under her guidance. That's how this seemingly endless time passed. Walking out of the newspaper office, looking at the azure sky, I still felt like I was dreaming, but I was happy. Wasn't it wonderful to have such a beautiful teacher guiding me? So, contentedly, I returned to school, waiting for the next day to officially begin my internship. In that situation
, I naturally cherished these six months of practical experience, so when I first arrived at the newspaper office, I worked very hard, learning many things from her. The teachers taught me. But after gradually adapting to the situation, I started to become a bit lazy. Because Ms. Wang's seat was in a corner by the window, when she wasn't around, I often secretly went online to chat or browse adult websites, and frequently fantasized about what my teacher looked like. I don't know if this counts as being a bad student; I think it's probably a normal phenomenon for people my age. After reading, I would usually secretly delete the website address from the address bar. I remember one time, when I went to the newspaper office in the morning, the newspaper staff hadn't arrived yet... Mr. Wang didn't come either. That's how it is in journalism; it's quite flexible, and the working hours aren't fixed. Since I wasn't assigned any tasks, I turned on my computer and went online, waiting for Mr. Wang to arrive. I hadn't had a nocturnal emission in a long time, but last night, after listening to the radio before bed, I actually had one. Thinking about this, I kept imagining Mr. Wang's appearance, staring blankly at a photo on her desk for a while. Then I secretly went to an adult website. "
I've touched someone's 'heart'... Oh... I'm so happy... I'm going to give myself to you again... Oh... So comfortable..." Perhaps I was too careless that time
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After minimizing the webpage, I went outside to get a glass of water. In that short time, when I returned, I suddenly found Ms. Wang already sitting in front of the computer. At that moment, I forgot how embarrassed I was, wishing I could escape forever, cursing my carelessness, and feeling extremely ashamed that Ms. Wang had come at such an inopportune time. But I still forced myself to go over and greeted her. I sat down next to her. Actually, we had been practicing for a month by then, and we got along very well. Gradually, I learned that she was 29, unmarried, and had no boyfriend. She was from [location missing]. She's not from Jinan; she came here to work after graduating from university. She rents a place to live alone. Perhaps because we're not that far apart in age, she has no airs of a teacher at all. She treats me like a younger brother, and once even told me to just call her "sister," saying that calling her "teacher" made her seem old and uncomfortable. This made us feel very comfortable together. I tried hard to suppress my nervousness, wondering how she would treat me, while secretly observing her with an uneasy expression. I glanced at the computer screen and saw that all the web pages were closed. I knew she must have seen what I was looking at. But she seemed completely unfazed. She called out to me, smiled at me, and asked if I could trouble her to go upstairs to the distribution room and get her today's newspaper. I ran up quickly, feeling like I'd been granted a reprieve.
In the days that followed, we continued as before, as if nothing had happened. Our cooperation remained tacit; she assigned me tasks or guided me on how to write articles. But we could both sense something different between us, though neither of us knew what to say. Several times, when I arrived at the newspaper office late, or when she assigned me to go out alone to investigate, I would find her hurriedly shutting down her computer. I remember it was 6... One day in [month], I went out with my teacher to investigate a very important news story. After returning, we rushed to finish our article, working late into the night. We were both very happy that day because the news was excellent. She suggested treating me to dinner. Actually, since we started working together, we've often eaten together when we went out for investigations or other things, and sometimes she would treat me. So, I always felt a little embarrassed, but I still agreed to go with her to a very nice restaurant not far from the newspaper office. She was as happy as a child that day, ordering a lot of dishes. Perhaps, a woman will always be a woman, no matter how stubborn she may appear on the outside. They all need to be cared for. After dinner, we went outside, and it started raining sometime during the day. June weather is like a child's face, changing in an instant. Pedestrians hurried by. The teacher had originally planned to take a taxi, but in this weather, every taxi was busy. After waiting for a while in front of the restaurant without being able to flag one down, she decided to take the bus with me. When we both ran to the bus stop across the street, we were completely soaked. We huddled under the bus stop waiting for our respective buses, shivering with cold, but our spirits were high, and we chatted happily.
Perhaps it was the weather... Because of the long lines of people waiting for the bus, neither of our buses arrived for a long time, and we became less talkative. My mood started to get a little restless. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was a message from a classmate, another dirty joke. I chuckled after reading it. My teacher leaned closer, peering at my phone, and said, "What are you looking at? Something so funny?" Actually, I knew she had probably already seen the message on my phone, so I said without hesitation, "It's a joke from my classmate," and handed her the phone. She smiled at me after looking at it and asked, "Any more?" I said, "Maybe there are a few more saved." So she started looking through her phone. She came over, smiling at me every now and then, casually chatting about text messages; the atmosphere seemed relaxed. She was wearing a white suit, and I stood close beside her, stealing glances at her rain-soaked clothes. Her curves were clearly visible; I could see the pink lace trim of her bra. Her long, flowing hair, wet from the rain, clung gently to her beautiful face, as if she had just showered. Bathed in the orange glow of the streetlights, she looked so alluring. I couldn't help but steal glances at her every now and then, my heart suddenly pounding, and I remembered things we had done before… I imagined myself on the way out to investigate, sitting crammed together in the car, fantasizing about various scenarios of being alone with this teacher next to me. As I secretly glanced at her, our eyes met. Like an electric shock, my face flushed red, and my body trembled. At that moment, nothing needed to be said; my eyes betrayed everything. I lowered my head, my peripheral vision scanning the couples waiting for the bus, the lovers embracing. My mind went blank; all I could hear was the patter of rain and the complaints or sweet nothings of the couples around me. Those few seconds felt like an eternity.

But what made me even more anxious was that when she handed me the phone, her cold fingers shattered my long-held anxieties. I took the phone, and to my surprise, she gently stroked my head and said in a soft voice, "Your message is really funny, hehe." I looked up at her, smiled, and my eyes were clearly filled with desire. "Are you cold?" She unexpectedly pulled me into her arms... Two lonely hearts burned brightly in the rainy night. I looked at her, nodded, and said, "A little. How about you?" "I'm cold, haha. Can't we warm up by hugging like this?" Our hearts were tightly embraced, and we could hear each other's pounding heartbeats. I felt her fragrant warmth. The person I had been waiting for so long was my teacher. I wished that bus would never come, but it did. When I looked up at her with hopeless eyes, my teacher, my lovely teacher, said something I never expected and would never forget—"Would you like to go to my sister's house?" Her burning gaze made it impossible for me to refuse. In fact, what made it impossible for me to refuse was my body, my desire, and my longing for her. At that moment, I nodded almost without hesitation, forcefully. Actually, I knew that missing out would be my mistake, unforgivable, and anyone in that situation would feel the same. Her room wasn't large, but it was beautifully and uniquely arranged. Two cream-colored sandpits were covered with cartoon-patterned mats, a computer sat on a desk, and a single bed was covered with warm blue checkered sheets. A Pikachu toy sat on the bedside table. I stared at it for a few seconds, wondering if this bed held all my desires. "Hey, sweetheart, take a shower, be careful not to catch a cold,"
she said with a smile, coming out of the large bathroom and handing me a towel. "Oh," I replied, taking the towel, my eyes burning with desire! Grabbing the showerhead... The warm water soaked through my body, my lower body already hard and erect. I quickly took a shower, dried myself off, and went outside. She was sitting in front of the computer, browsing the web while listening to soothing music. When she saw me come out, she turned around and smiled at me.
I boldly walked over and hugged her from behind, my tongue lingering on her earlobe and neck, my heavy breathing tickling her entire body. At that moment, the fragrance of her beautiful body, a mixture of perfume and fleshy scents, filled my senses. The instant our bodies touched, she trembled slightly, then everything seemed so natural and calm.
Once again, I mustered my courage and slid my hands down her shoulders to her chest, slipping them inside her low-cut neckline and into her embroidered lace bra, grasping her two nipples. My full, round, and elastic breasts were gently and tenderly kneaded, and she seemed to shiver as if she had been electrocuted. "What are you looking at, teacher?" I said with a mischievous smile. "Heh, isn't this that adult website I often browse?!" "What, you don't know what this is? Don't you often look at it?" She turned her head and smiled at me. Yes, it was full of naked images. Heh, I suddenly tickled her armpit mischievously. She couldn't stand it, heh, she jumped up and wrapped herself around me, suddenly grabbing my dick tightly.
We were both stunned for a moment. "What are you doing?" I asked mischievously. "You're pressing against me, heh, I'll just hold it down." "Really?... Before I could finish speaking, she opened her cherry-like lips and offered a long, passionate kiss. Our tongues engaged in a fierce battle, and we began a frenzied, passionate kiss… We haphazardly tugged at each other's clothes and hair, twisting our bodies. Actually, we were both dressed very lightly; she was only wearing a nightgown, a thin, smooth black nightgown that looked like a black fishing net wrapped around her body. A black bra and panties were faintly visible beneath, and the slit in the center of the nightgown reached all the way to her neck. I could even see her full, round breasts squeezed together to form a tight cleavage. Yes, she was an extremely voluptuous woman. We lingered like that in the warm, orange-yellow room, tightly embracing each other, panting and kissing passionately. No matter how her slender, delicate hands soothed me, my lower body remained slippery and hard against hers. I looked at her slightly closed almond eyes, sensing our mutual intoxication, a strong, hungry desire surging within me as if to devour each other. Her fragrant lips and tongue slid to my ear, her two rows of jade teeth gently biting my earlobe before her tongue licked inside my ear, making me unbearably itchy. I could almost hear our breaths rushing like a torrent in a valley, and the wriggling sound of her fragrant tongue!
We stood there by the bed, kissing passionately without fatigue, our rapid breathing, the sweet scent of her body, the soft music, the peaceful lighting, and her alluring charm—all of this stirred up my long-suppressed desires. Driven by initial motivation and desire, one hand caressed her full, firm breasts, while the other lifted her nightgown and gently slipped inside, slowly moving upwards along the crevice between her shapely, slender legs. The teacher, her face flushed, shyly struggled, tightly clamping her long, beautiful legs together, as if trying to prevent my hand from further penetrating her vagina. I knew she was perhaps afraid of the sensation, or perhaps it was our first time being so intimately connected? My hand roamed over her slightly trembling body, teasing and arousing her primal, wanton desire. I knew she couldn't take it anymore; the hand that gripped my dick began to stroke it, and her eyes, clearly filled with a hazy, lustful beauty, seemed to be telling someone… She said her libido had risen! Seeing that we were both in a state of sexual arousal, I picked her up and gently placed her on the warm, fragrant single bed. With a gentle yet rough touch, I tore off her nightgown, and instantly, her flawless white body was laid bare before me. Her figure was exceptionally well-proportioned and beautiful, her skin delicate and smooth, her curves graceful. Her abdomen was flat and smooth, her buttocks round and large, and her legs were shapely and slender!
This was the reporter teacher who had trained me? Who says there aren't many beautiful female reporters? She seemed shy, or perhaps unaccustomed to it, her eyes gently closed, like a lamb about to be slaughtered. This made me feel a pang of guilt and heartache; after all, she was my teacher. But my primal desires... Having extinguished that fleeting conscience, I think we can understand each other, because of each other's needs. I quietly admire the beautiful body before me; her high, undulating, plump buttocks are only covered by a small piece of triangular fabric trimmed with black lace, round and full, sexy and alluring! Beneath the black silk fabric, the fine, thick, dark pubic hair is vaguely visible... (A small portion of her underwear was visible, quite alluring. I couldn't resist opening my hands and...) My penis began to swell with excitement, making the nipple of my underwear bulge (almost bursting out!)
I felt a gush of hot water spurt out, the sensation of her vaginal fluids scalding me, bringing an overwhelming sense of pleasure. I admit, a feeling I hadn't experienced in ages erupted at that moment, my primal desire surging. Without restraint, I began thrusting and pumping wildly. My teacher's body seemed to be consumed by desire, clinging tightly to me. I could almost hear the wet, rhythmic sounds of my thrusts, like a gentle stream flowing under a lonely starry night. Yes, this brought us both boundless pleasure, a pleasure so intense it drove us both mad. She held me tightly, as if we were dying inside. Her large, fat buttocks twisted and shook violently, emitting increasingly agonizing moans and murmurs, "Oh...oh...God...it's so beautiful...ah...it's killing me...hum...hum...I'm going to be fucked to death by you...I can't take it anymore...I'm going to...I'm going to lose it again..." At that moment, my mind was blank, I wasn't thinking about anything else. Every now and then, my whole body would tremble, probably from the stimulation of the teacher's tender flesh spasming, feeling the continuous sucking power from the skin, like a sausage sandwiched in a sandwich, an endless dream. Seeing her flushed face, her hair flying wildly, her whole body trembling as she moaned in surprise, "Oh, oh... no... hurry up and put it in my... ah... I can't take it anymore... I'm going to be penetrated and broken... dear husband... dear brother... please, please spare me... please spare me..." Seeing her in ecstasy, disheveled, panting heavily, her eyes glazed over, her body slick with sweat and vaginal fluid, the sheets soaked with her juices, she cried out, "Sister... ah, no, teacher, please, please bear with me... I'm about to cum..." "Hmm, me too..." "I want it...I'm about to climax," she began, her plump buttocks thrusting and twisting desperately to meet my final thrust, sucking and releasing, penetrating and withdrawing. "My darling...my dear husband...I'm going to cum...I'm going to lose it..." "Ah...my dear sister...my fleshy sister...I, I'm going to cum too...ah, ah..." Suddenly, we both felt a sudden spasm, embracing each other tightly, hot water gushing out, feeling incredibly numb, and I finally couldn't help but ejaculate, shooting into that deep flower garden. She cried out from the hot water, "Oh...my dear husband...my dear brother...it's so wonderful..." We both reached sexual climax at the same time, embracing each other tightly for a while, then I withdrew, gently stroking the teacher's full and sexy body with my hands, kissing her passionately, embracing each other with satisfaction and exhaustion.
Seeing her aroused and restless, her body writhing shyly on the bed, her wet, lustful juices flowing from her vulva, soaking her panties, her delicate body trembling slightly, her almond-shaped eyes filled with desire, murmuring softly, I felt a pang of tenderness, perhaps also a mix of trepidation and love. I lifted her leg with one hand, and she obediently allowed me to remove the last layer of fabric. In that instant, her entire private area blossomed, like fireworks bursting in the dark, desolate night, blurring my vision. The teacher's pubic hair was thick, black, and long, completely surrounding her alluring and suggestive vulva. The barely visible slit was covered in wet, lustful juices, and her two bright red labia opened and closed, just like the cherry lips on her face, full of temptation. I couldn't resist watching for a few seconds, then lovingly parted her snow-white, rounded legs, offered my mouth to her, and gently kissed her, licking her labia majora and minora with the tip of my tongue, and lightly biting her clitoris with my teeth.
Earlier this year, we had a joint internship in our major, and I was assigned to an intern at a media company. The reporter leading the internship was a female teacher surnamed Wang. It was my first time reporting to the newspaper office. After my department head told me some things to note about interning at the newspaper, he made an internal phone call to Ms. Wang, arranging for her to guide me through the internship. Then, following the department head's instructions, I went to my assigned... Teacher Wang reported for duty. I remember when I first went to find her, she was sitting in front of her computer working on a manuscript. Not wanting to disturb her, I quietly stood by the window not far from her seat, looking down at the scenery of Jinan. Just as I was gazing at the scenery outside, I seemed to hear a soft voice calling my name. I turned around and found that she had finished her work and was smiling at me. I suddenly felt shy, as if I had been stripped naked in public. I knew it was because I felt uneasy in such an unfamiliar environment, but what made me even more shy was probably this teacher who would be training me for half a year.
"Ah...ah...you little pervert...you're making me...I'm dying of pain...you're so naughty..." I heard her murmur and pout, which pleased me greatly, and I tried even harder. "Ah...**...I can't take it anymore...oh...you're licking me so well...I...I'm going to...I'm going to come..." My mind went blank. Suddenly, I sucked and licked her wet vulva with all my might. A stream of hot, lustful fluid flowed from her vulva like a babbling brook, flowing into my mouth. It was sweet, with a slightly fleshy taste. Her whole body trembled, and she bent her jade legs, raising her plump buttocks even higher, making her vulva even more prominent. The movement seemed to encourage me to lick her juices even more thoroughly. She appeared lost in a dream, her hands frantically searching for my dick. "Teacher...is it alright for a student to lick?" I mumbled, but she seemed not to hear, closing her eyes. "Sigh...don't call me teacher...it makes me feel guilty and uneasy to hear you calling me teacher all the time...call me sister..." Time ticked by, the desire in my heart burning fiercely. Suddenly, she pried my head away. I thought she couldn't take it anymore, but unexpectedly, the teacher sat up. With her eyes slightly closed, she murmured to me, "Let me lick you," while roughly pulling down my pants. "Wow...it's so big...it's amazing..." She glanced at me with her gentle, charming eyes, her sexy appearance unlike anything I had ever experienced before. Strands of her hair clung to her face and body, she was sweating profusely, and panting heavily, as if her long-dormant desire was finally being released from its long-suppressed thirst. I instinctively reached out to meet her, because it was already hard as water. Her delicate hands grasped my erect and fiery member, and she opened her small mouth to begin gently licking it with the tip of her tongue, using both labia majora... Her cherry lips sucked and teased passionately, her slender hands gently kneading my testicles. Yes, I'd only ever seen scenes like this in movies. I didn't have much sex, and I'd never seen this kind of trumpet-like sucking before. It felt so unique and stimulating, sending shivers down my spine. I couldn't help but moan with pleasure: "Ah... Mr./Ms. You're so good at sucking... So... So good..." While enjoying her tenderness, my hands didn't stop caressing her body. Soon, I couldn't take it anymore. Perhaps this was the moment we both needed most. "Hi, baby, would
you like to let my dick enter your... "
"Vagina?" "Oh, my darling," she said, lying down. At that moment, I didn't hesitate any longer, aiming at her opening and thrusting in hard, a soft "whoosh" as I rammed all the way in, hitting the very depths of her flower. Perhaps it was the pent-up desire that made me so rough. Her breasts were warm and tight, the tender flesh gripping me so comfortably. Yes, my teacher hadn't given birth yet, that was normal. Perhaps my roughness was a bit too much for her; she gripped my arm tightly, panting and looking at me pitifully, "Your breasts are so big…you don't even care if I can take it…you…sigh…I'm afraid…you, you little devil…sigh…" I couldn't bear to see her sobbing, so pitiful, and blamed myself for my earlier impulsiveness. "Teacher…I didn't know you were so tight…I got carried away, I really wanted…to make you unable to take it…I'm sorry." "Hmm…now thrust gently…don't be too forceful…I'm afraid, afraid I can't take it…please don't be so impulsive." ..."A hint of satisfaction and importance appeared on her lips, making her look even more beautiful, charming, and alluring! I began to slowly and gently thrust in and out, and she seemed to enjoy it, twisting her smooth, snow-white, plump buttocks in response. "Sister, is this okay?" She was completely absorbed in it, not responding to any words, just moaning and groaning. "Is it still not good, sister? Should I pull out?" I suddenly thought mischievously. "No... don't pull out... I want..." Seeing that she was enjoying the intense, tingling sensation of my filling her vagina, she suddenly heard this and seemed terrified, quickly wrapping her arms tightly around my back, raising her legs high and hooking her feet around my waist, as if afraid I would really pull out. "Sister... call me, call me dear husband..." "No, no... I'm so ashamed... I'm your teacher, I, I can't say it... brother." "Call me... I want you to call me, call me dear husband... call me now..." I slowly thrust in and out. "You're really torturing me... dear, dear husband... ah... so, ashamed..." I felt her close her alluring eyes in embarrassment, as beautiful as a bride on her wedding night! "Oh... so good... dear, dear husband... my vagina feels so good being penetrated." "Oh, so good... darling, my dear husband... thrust faster..." The teacher's body, rippling with passion, rose and fell with the rhythm of my thrusts, her plump buttocks twisting flexibly as she repeatedly thrust upwards, moaning passionately
, "Oh... **... your big... big..." We talked about some topics, and I remember asking her why she didn't have a boyfriend. She just told me there weren't any suitable ones. Actually, I sensed her melancholy. However, I began to like her, to love her, to cherish her. I knew that girls needed careful care. That night we made love again (a lot, um, more than the first time?). I felt a surge of pleasure, and I felt a deep longing. I felt a surge of desire ... Eggplant, cherry blossom, bright and splendid, gambling, spicy and playful, imperial barium, towering, pumping, hulled, flowing, dignified, emerald, official, troublesome, ko garden, stem, slow, shackles, two, recruit, rely on, zheng, barium sedan industry, pasture, waste, barium, splendid, v stem, scabbard, simile, sheath, choking, coal, xiong, rose, enduring, zheng, 5, jue, nai, award, Shun, say, companion, killing, silk, can, shit, Ying?

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