The teacher's round buttocks

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Stepping onto the university campus for the first time, everything felt so new and exciting. After registering and undergoing a physical examination with great excitement, two weeks of military training followed. During training, our biggest hobby as boys was admiring women. Perhaps the girls had the same hobby, but they weren't as blatant as we were.
Since we were a science and engineering university, there were a lot of "ugly" girls among the female students, and those who remained had long been targets of numerous "wolves." Watching them, eyes red with anticipation, preparing for their battle in the dating arena, I could only retreat to avoid being an innocent victim. Although I continued to "admire," my gaze became much "gentler," afraid of being mistaken for a rival by the "wolves"—that would truly be "losing both the wife and the army." With
the end of military training, the dating scene was basically over; those who didn't succeed were doomed. The doomed ones, while singing "Why am I always the one who gets hurt?", emphasized their foxy logic: "Our college has never had any beautiful women; rows of withered flowers and fallen willows stand side by side. Even if there are two or three pairs of lovebirds, they're just pheasants paired with wolves."
Once classes officially started, the teachers became the focus of our attention. Among them, our Mechanical Drawing teacher was undoubtedly the most captivating to the boys. Her name was Lin Liping (pseudonym), a typical mature woman, voluptuous, elegant, and fashionably dressed. Every move she made was alluring. When she turned to write on the blackboard, the gazes were more drawn to her round, high-perched buttocks than to the blackboard itself. When she faced us, her large, full breasts provided a wonderful experience.
Our unanimous assessment of her was that she had an angelic face and a devilish figure. She clearly knew her advantages, often wearing tight-fitting clothes that accentuated her shapely figure. According to our unofficial, incomplete statistics, about 90% of the boys had given her a "give-up." We speculated that the remaining 10% were probably all "impotent."
Because our major was computer science, the truancy rate for elective courses unrelated to computers was always high. For teachers who liked to take attendance, we would sit in the last few rows, reading novels or sleeping. However, Professor Lin Liping's class was an exception. Not only did few students skip it, but they all preferred to sit in the first few rows. (Hehe, of course, mostly boys.) When we paid attention to someone, we didn't just look at their appearance; we also cared about their background. Soon, we gathered information about Professor Lin:
Name: Lin Liping (pseudonym), Gender: Female, Age:
31, Marital Status: Married, Family: Has a one- or two-year-old son; her husband is a graduate student in Beijing. Her child is being cared for by his maternal grandmother. Professor Lin currently lives alone in the university's single dormitory. We also learned a very important piece of information: her husband studies economics, and his advisor is none other than the former Premier Zhu Rongji. Although her husband's background is impressive, it still couldn't stop our desire for her.
It was another "Mechanisms" class. This time, one of our roommates, embodying the spirit of "Lei Feng," went to reserve seats without eating breakfast, resulting in all eight of us in the dorm occupying advantageous positions in the first row. After the bell rang, Professor Lin walked in gracefully. She was as alluring as ever; her tight black top accentuated her ample breasts, while white stretchy pants held her rounded buttocks firmly within, their beautiful curves inviting caress and kisses.
Before Teacher Lin even called for class, my little brother had already spontaneously formed an erection. I eagerly inhaled the scent emanating from Teacher Lin, a scent unique to mature women. Teacher Lin lectured earnestly at the podium, and I stared intently at her, watching her red lips move, fantasizing that she was giving me oral sex, my throbbing penis sliding in and out of her lips. Each time Teacher Lin leaned over the podium
to flip through the lecture notes, her large breasts sagged slightly, seemingly about to burst from her clothes. A strand of black hair cascaded down her snow-white neck, incredibly sexy. When she raised her hand to write on the blackboard, her breasts bounced slightly upwards, their beautiful side profile clearly visible from the side. Although we could only look from below, we could still feel the softness and fullness of Ms. Lin's breasts. Because Ms. Lin was quite tall, she had to bend over every time she wrote on the blackboard, presenting us with her large, high, round buttocks. This was undoubtedly the highlight of the class, and I immediately focused all my attention on her round, upturned buttocks.
Her white tight pants almost completely exposed her buttocks; they were a perfect circle, and we could clearly see the outline of her underwear. In the cleft of her buttocks, a deep valley divided the perfect circle into two hemispheres. Ms. Lin's buttocks were so large and round; no wonder they were voted the number one "Top Ten Beautiful Buttocks" in our college. Time flew by as we admired Ms. Lin's breasts and buttocks. Every time class ended, my eyes would ache—a sign of overusing my eyes, haha, but it was worth it, wasn't it?
One day, I casually chatted with a senior from my department about Professor Lin. He told us that their special activity during their freshman year was admiring Professor Lin's round buttocks and persistently trying to find its center. I burst out laughing. No wonder they say the masses have discerning eyes. It turns out that beautiful things easily resonate with everyone, and good habits spread unconsciously.
After learning the basics for a while, we started drawing rough sketches of parts. Because we hadn't paid attention in class, we couldn't finish Professor Lin's assignments and had to borrow them from the girls. Back then, we didn't call copying homework "copying"; we called it "imitation." Every time I finished imitating, the class representative had already handed in the assignments. I had to go to Professor Lin's dorm alone to hand in my homework.
After this happened many times, I actually became familiar with Professor Lin. Actually, I used a little trick here—creating a legitimate reason to meet with Professor Lin alone. Besides, teachers only remember two types of students: the exceptionally excellent ones and lazy ones like me. Hehe, this method isn't patented, so feel free to "learn and practice it."
One evening after dinner, I went to Ms. Lin's house to hand in my homework as usual. I knocked and waited for a while before Ms. Lin opened the door. She was wearing a black nightgown, and her hair was still wet; she had just been taking a shower. The post-shower Ms. Lin exuded a captivating aura, her body radiating a fragrance that made my heart flutter. While drying her hair with a towel, she asked, "xxx, why are you always the last to hand in your homework? You're such a sly one!"
"Teacher, because there's so much homework now," I said. "You always have so many excuses. How can anyone else finish on time?" she said, staring at me. I was speechless, muttering to myself. I couldn't very well tell her it was because I was sexually attracted to her. "You've come at the right time. My living room chandelier is broken; could you fix it for me?" she said, pointing to the chandelier.
The teacher brought over two stools, stacked them together, and I stood on the upper stool. Teacher Lin supported me from below, and I enjoyed the warmth of her soft little hands on my thighs, sucking on her post-bath body 95. I truly wished time could stand still at that moment. It wasn't until the teacher asked me what was wrong with the chandelier that I snapped out of my daze.
Actually, the chandelier wasn't faulty; the starter was loose. I pressed the starter inward, and the light bulb "
whooshed" on. Turning around to get off the stool, I looked down and saw the teacher looking up at the chandelier. Because her pajamas were loose and she wasn't wearing a bra, I could see her two white, high breasts along her snow-white neck, even her two cherry-like nipples were clearly visible.
My penis became uncontrollably erect, bulging out of my pants in a high dome shape. The bulge pressed against the teacher's alluring face. When Ms. Lin looked down and saw my erection, her face flushed crimson, even her snow-white ears turned red. When she looked up at me, she noticed my burning gaze fixed on her chest, and she immediately realized she had been exposed. She lowered her head slightly, trying to hide from my lewd gaze.
I jumped off the stool in a hurry. Ms. Lin was startled. She looked up at me and said casually, "Thank you. Go wash your hands." I fled into the bathroom. The bathroom still smelled of Ms. Lin's recent shower, a warm and unsettling scent that made me feel uneasy. As I washed my hands, I looked around the bathroom. Suddenly, I noticed her underwear lying in the corner. It was clearly something she had just changed out of while showering. I picked up the underwear; it was a sexy white lace pair.
I examined it closely. The underwear was slightly yellowed around her genitals. Upon closer inspection, I found two black, curly pubic hairs. I brought the underwear to my nose and smelled it. It still had a faint scent of 95% vaginal discharge. Around her genitals, there was a strong, pungent smell of vaginal secretions, not strong, but still quite irritating. Holding those two pubic hairs, I fantasized about Ms. Lin's hairy, alluring vulva.
My penis, which had just gone limp from fear, became erect again. I pulled down my pants, freeing my throbbing penis. The bright red glans gleamed under the light, and glistening secretions oozed from the urethral opening. I wrapped my penis in my teacher's panties and thrust back and forth, fantasizing about her opening her sexy red lips and sucking on my cock. Then I thrust my penis, covered in Teacher Lin's saliva, violently into her little cunt from behind. I held her plump, white buttocks, thrusting in and out, and squeezing her full breasts hard with my hands.
She also frantically shook her buttocks to welcome my penetration, her black hair flying back and forth with her violent movements. I was extremely excited, and my semen gushed out with a "whoosh," covering my teacher's panties with my milky white semen, and some of it sprayed onto the wall, slowly flowing down it.
Seeing the teacher's underwear stained with my semen made me feel a little scared. When Teacher Lin washed her underwear later, she would definitely know what I had done. I put her underwear where it was, put my pants back on, and returned to the living room. Teacher Lin was leaning on the sofa watching TV. I said goodbye to Teacher Lin, and she politely asked me to stay a little longer. Feeling guilty, I didn't dare stay and fled back to my dormitory.
From then on, I always felt a little uneasy in Teacher Lin's class, and I never went to hand in assignments alone again because I felt guilty and was afraid to face her. This continued until the end of the semester. I fully expected that I would fail my "Mechanical Engineering" exam, but to my surprise, I got a high score. My roommates were unconvinced and laughed at me, saying that I was good at finding the "center" in Teacher Lin's class. They had no idea of my fear. Only then did I realize that Teacher Lin hadn't blamed me, and I was truly grateful for her magnanimity.

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