Short-haired female college student

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She was the short-haired female college student
. Her short, neat, dark brown hair framed her fair, oval face, and she always sat in the third seat from the right in the second row. When she was engrossed in taking notes, occasionally glancing up at the podium, her blood seemed to surge wildly through every corner of her body, including, of course, the areas most prone to excitement.

Long, slightly upturned eyelashes outlined her deep-set eyes, those eyes that seemed to cruelly rip out one's soul. In every fleeting moment of eye contact, one's consciousness would be completely emptied, like a drained genital. The edge of the table obscured her lower body, so most of the time, only the area above the table was visible. In the summer, her tight-fitting t-shirt clung to her fair skin, and because the fabric was thin and almost transparent, the pink, white, blue, and black bras underneath were always visible to those who looked in that direction.

It was such a waste to cover her large breasts with a bra that whenever she moved slightly, her two plump peaches would sway right under her nose. In winter, even with close-fitting sweaters and long-sleeved shirts covering her body, two tender, fair arms were still visible beneath the shirts. Provocative fingers held pens, swaying them back and forth across the handouts. The thought of the pleasure of marking pens on penises swirled between imagination, reality, and lewd fantasies, constantly shifting between the podium and the second row.

In summer, the campus was ablaze with large, blooming flowers, and the trees were laden with plump fruit. Upon closer inspection, one could often see many insects on the branches—deep black, bright red, flying, and crawling males and females—overlapping and mating wildly in this reproductive season.

This was a large classroom that could hold about a hundred people. Every summer, looking at the young, fair-skinned bodies under the podium, he couldn't help but feel a flutter in his heart. He always sat to the right of that female student, whispering in her ear during class, making her giggle. But the boy wasn't good-looking at all; he was simply a filthy, greasy, and disgusting bastard. He

soiled the female student's hair and often ruined his mood for the entire class. He only had a chance to see the lower half of her body, hidden by the desk, when class ended in the middle of the hall. Her fair thighs peeked out from under her blue denim shorts, and her slender, long legs would often rub against each other while she chatted with her classmates, as if unable to resist some kind of temptation, itching and uncomfortable. I imagined that when I slipped my fingers into the area tightly locked by her shorts, would her legs also rub and tremble like that?

Fortunately, the podium blocked my lower body, allowing me to finish reading the textbook and end the class smoothly even when I saw her unable to resist getting excited and erect. Whenever her face turned towards the podium, lewd and frenzied fantasies would endlessly linger in my mind. I imagined the tender, soft touch of her flesh, and fantasized about whether her honey-red, full lips would still be as moist and wanton as they appeared when we touched. The climax of each class was always after the bell rang, when she would come over and ask me about parts I deliberately hadn't explained clearly in class, so that I could see more closely her breasts and face, which fueled my lustful thoughts.

"Teacher, do you have time after class to ask you some questions about career paths after graduation?"

the girl asked shyly, coming to my office one day after class. Evil thoughts began to stir in my mind.

"Of course, no problem."

So I chose a restaurant and arranged to "dine" with this female classmate after class.

The atmosphere during the meal was very harmonious, and I took the opportunity to give her a long, seemingly reasonable market analysis. Halfway through, she left her seat to go to the restroom. No one would have expected that a professor, who was supposed to be a teacher, would sprinkle an almost transparent crystal into the meal of a female student who came for consultation. It was an aphrodisiac from Peru, which would initially put a person into a dazed and confused state for about two hours, and then cause the endocrine system and nerves to stimulate the area of the brain that controls reproduction, awakening the most primal and deepest human desire for procreation.

"Thank you so much, teacher, for all the helpful advice you've given me," she said after finishing the last bite of her pasta and taking a small sip of water.

"Not at all, it's nothing," I replied

, smiling quietly like a predator watching its prey slowly fall before swarming to feast on it. When I heard her rubbing her forehead and saying it was getting late and she might need to catch a bus, I kindly suggested she go back. Thus, the girl, who had fallen asleep less than five minutes after boarding the bus, became the pitiful and thirsty experimental animal in the cage. Her

body, like a lump of flesh, lay motionless in my arms as she was slowly placed on the soft wool mattress in the carefully decorated room. The room was painted a pale pale yellow. There were bookshelves, tables and chairs, and a television on the bedside table, but no windows. Four semi-circular black plastic boxes were installed in the four corners of the ceiling.

I sat quietly in front of the screen, watching someone slowly wake up from their sleep. Oh, and there was also the soft, wriggling body that had made a mess of the bed while asleep. The moment their eyes opened, accompanied by an unknown fear, they frantically pounded on the walls filled with thick sound-absorbing material, pacing anxiously and hurriedly around the room.

Everything was perfectly presented on the screen through four cameras, much like a lab rat being placed in a maze, panicking as it faced its cruel experiment. Sexual desire was already ignited by the thrill of the crime and the fear of being a test subject; blood filled every space of the corpus cavernosum within the penis.

The enormous phallus standing before him made him dizzy; he rubbed his hands together frantically while watching the girl in the tight t-shirt and denim shorts on the brightly lit screen, her panic almost insane.

Her breasts jiggled even more violently as she ran, and her swaying waist caused her round, plump buttocks to swing back and forth like a mesmerizing pendulum before her eyes. Her short, dark brown hair, damp with sweat, clung to her terrified face. Waves of trembling traveled from her lower body to her upper body. Her eyes were fixed on the screen, and as the prey in her eyes moved fearfully, the tingling sensation on her over-excited penis, like tens of thousands of ants tightly biting her flesh, made her whole body tremble violently. After an unknown amount of time spent rubbing and kneading, and with a burst of intense, forceful friction as the penis was gripped tightly, a large amount of milky white liquid sprayed onto the floor in front of the screen, forming a viscous, paste-like area. The slightly subsided lust couldn't resist reaching out with wicked, cruel claws towards the pitiful little creature before him…

He quietly placed his fingers on the sensor on the wall, and the hidden door was slowly pushed open by his strong hands. Before me were those eyes that we often gazed into each other in class, but now, on one side was a terrified experimental animal, and on the other, a predator whose mind was filled only with the most wicked and lewd thoughts. "Teacher, it was you... why did you do this to me..." A

trembling voice slowly escaped her lips. I grabbed her shoulders and forcefully lifted her up, slamming her onto the soft bed in the center of the room.

"No... please don't..." Before she could finish speaking, my rough hands began to tear off her shirt. The tightly woven clothes were instantly ripped into messy pieces scattered around the edge of the bed, and her denim shorts were thrown onto the floor next to the closet. All that remained before me was that alluring body I had longed for day and night; her plump breasts swayed subtly beneath, and the most private area nestled between her legs was already a wet, glistening expanse when I casually touched it with my fingers.

"Don't resist, or I'll kill you," a cold voice uttered.

After pushing her down onto the soft bed, I immediately began to frantically lick and kiss her soft, tender flesh like a carnivore that hadn't eaten for dozens of days. I would occasionally bite her arms or breasts hard with my teeth, causing the female student to scream almost hysterically. The more she screamed, the more excited I became. My rising lust not only tensed all the muscles in my body, but also caused my penis, which had just ejaculated, to become erect again at a near-vertical angle. The veins crawling along my penis clung tightly to the foreskin like a spiderweb. The glans, engorged with blood, was a pinkish semi-circle. My penis was as hard as a rock. My mind would occasionally go blank, wanting to devour every last drop of my prey.

Ignoring the female student's agonizing screams, I forcefully bit down on her hardened nipples, pinning her hands to the bed with both arms, my legs and lower body weight pressing down on her genitals.

I couldn't bear it any longer. With a powerful thrust of my hips, I slid my hardened penis directly into her wet, moist vagina, all the way to her cervix. The vibrations within her body traveled down my spine and through my entire being, filling me with an overwhelming urge to reproduce. I began to frantically twist my lower body, my penis, enveloped in her soft, swollen vagina, relentlessly pounding against every inch of her flesh.

"Ah! No, please... no..." The cries, sounding like screams, cries, and a plea for more, pushed my primal instincts to their peak. I moved my arms between her waists, making a motion like holding an inflatable doll, treating her like a lifeless body, and violently thrusting my penis, tightly lodged inside her, in and out of her vagina, up and down. The entire mattress creaked from the violent shaking of the two of us. "Devil...devil...ah..." I forcefully thrust my penis straight into the opening of her cervix again, the intense pain and pleasure from the impact causing her to scream and moan desperately. "Ah!" "Ah!"

I pulled my penis out of her body and roughly turned her over, making her kneel on the bed. Her body, already exhausted from the intense thrusting, could only barely support her weight with her slender legs, while her arms lay limp on the bed. She was practically worshipping, her buttocks facing my penis, begging it to end this terrible, nightmarish sexual ritual.

Just like when using a condom, my penis slid back into her vagina.

"You slut, your juices are still flowing." Thick, slippery secretions covered my penis, the wetness indirectly stimulating every inch of the skin, making me thrust even harder, unable to control myself. I grabbed the woman's loose brown hair from her shoulders with my palm, pulling and twisting her head, which was emitting lewd moans.

Now, only primal biological instincts and screams remained between us. With all my might, I thrust violently back and forth into her still-flowing, warm, lustful vagina, pounding into its deepest recesses.

The pleasure of each slam against her cervix traveled from the tip of my penis through my body, driving me to a frenzied, almost manic madness, a desire to tear the flesh beneath me apart. With a sliver of consciousness, she struggled to hold herself together, trying to release herself from this endless fire of lust. I thrust my lower body back and forth frantically, not knowing how long or how many hundreds or thousands of thrusts had taken. At that moment, a warm sensation from head to toe quietly gathered in my penis, making it hot and itchy like never before. I pounded her body violently, my internal organs churning with each thrust.

Suddenly, I felt a spasm pause, and less than a thousandth of a second later, my semen gushed out from the head of my penis like a huge, fierce waterfall, spraying throughout the entire vaginal space. Ejaculation lasted for five minutes before stopping, by which time the female student's vagina was completely filled with my thick, white semen. As I withdrew my penis with satisfaction, thick fluid dripped slowly down her inner thighs like a stream from her vaginal opening.

Only after withdrawing my penis from her vagina did I regain a sliver of consciousness; the girl in front of me had already passed out. My penis was still covered in a milky white, viscous substance, a mixture of semen and vaginal secretions. This pleasure was so alluring; I was so eager to see what she would do next. I covered her naked body with the blanket and left a note on the table next to the bed before leaving.

"Be good next time too!"

It was her. Her short, chic, dark brown hair fell neatly against her fair, oval face, and she always sat in the third seat from the right in the second row. As I buried myself in taking notes, occasionally glancing up towards the podium, my blood seemed to surge wildly through every corner of my body, including the areas most prone to arousal.

Long, slightly upturned eyelashes framed deep-set eyes, those eyes that seemed to cruelly rip out one's soul. In every fleeting moment of eye contact, my consciousness would be completely drained, like my lower body being emptied. The edge of the desk obscured my lower body, so most of the time, only the area above the desk was visible. In the summer, the tight-fitting t-shirt clung to her fair skin. Because the fabric was thin and almost transparent, if one looked closely, the pink, white, blue, and black bras underneath would inevitably catch every glance.

It was such a waste to cover her plump breasts with a bra that whenever her body swayed slightly, her two full and plump peaches would bounce right under one's nose. In winter, even with close-fitting sweaters and long-sleeved shirts covering her body, two tender, fair arms were still visible beneath the shirts. Provocative fingers held pens, swaying them back and forth across the handouts. The thought of the pleasure of marking pens on penises swirled between imagination, reality, and lewd fantasies, constantly shifting between the podium and the second row.

In summer, the campus was ablaze with large, blooming flowers, and the trees were laden with plump fruit. Upon closer inspection, one could often see many insects on the branches—deep black, bright red, flying, and crawling males and females—overlapping and mating wildly in this reproductive season.

This was a large classroom that could hold about a hundred people. Every summer, looking at the young, fair-skinned bodies under the podium, he couldn't help but feel a flutter in his heart. He always sat to the right of that female student, whispering in her ear during class, making her giggle. But the boy wasn't good-looking at all; he was simply a filthy, greasy, and disgusting bastard. He

soiled the female student's hair and often ruined his mood for the entire class. He only had a chance to see the lower half of her body, hidden by the desk, when class ended in the middle of the hall. Her fair thighs peeked out from under her blue denim shorts, and her slender, long legs would often rub against each other while she chatted with her classmates, as if unable to resist some kind of temptation, itching and uncomfortable. I imagined that when I slipped my fingers into the area tightly locked by her shorts, would her legs also rub and tremble like that?

Fortunately, the podium blocked my lower body, allowing me to finish reading the textbook and end the class smoothly even when I saw her unable to resist getting excited and erect. Whenever her face turned towards the podium, lewd and frenzied fantasies would endlessly linger in my mind. I imagined the tender, soft touch of her flesh, and fantasized about whether her honey-red, full lips would still be as moist and wanton as they appeared when we touched. The climax of each class was always after the bell rang, when she would come over and ask me about parts I deliberately hadn't explained clearly in class, so that I could see more closely her breasts and face, which fueled my lustful thoughts.

"Teacher, do you have time after class to ask you some questions about career paths after graduation?"

the girl asked shyly, coming to my office one day after class. Evil thoughts began to stir in my mind.

"Of course, no problem."

So I chose a restaurant and arranged to have dinner with this female classmate after class.

The atmosphere during the meal was very pleasant, and I took the opportunity to launch into a long, seemingly logical market analysis for my female student. Halfway through, she left her seat to use the restroom. No one would have guessed that a professor, a supposed teacher, would sprinkle a nearly transparent crystal into the meal of his female student seeking consultation. It was an aphrodisiac from Peru, initially inducing a state of dazed confusion for about two hours, then triggering a surge of stimulation in the brain's reproductive system, awakening humanity's most primal and deepest desire for procreation.

"Thank you so much, Professor, for all the helpful advice you've given me," she said after finishing her last bite of pasta and taking a small sip of water.

"Not at all, it's nothing."

Smiling, she watched her prey slowly fall, like a predator on the savanna, before swarming to feast. When I heard her rubbing her forehead and saying it was late and she might need to catch a bus, I kindly suggested she go back. Thus, the girl, who had fallen asleep less than five minutes after boarding the bus, became the pitiful and thirsty experimental animal in the cage. Her

body, like a lump of flesh, lay motionless in my arms, slowly placed on the soft wool mattress in the carefully decorated room. The room was painted a pale pale yellow, with bookshelves, tables and chairs, and a television on the bedside table, but no windows. Four semi-circular black plastic boxes were installed in the four corners of the room's ceiling.

Sitting quietly in front of the screen, I watched as someone slowly awoke from their sleep. Oh, and there was also the soft, wriggling body that had made a mess of the bed while asleep. The moment their eyes opened, accompanied by unknown fear, they frantically pounded on the walls filled with thick sound-absorbing material, pacing anxiously and hurriedly around the room.

Everything was perfectly presented on the screen before me through four cameras, much like a lab rat placed in a maze, panicking as a cruel experiment was about to begin. His lust had been ignited by the thrill of the crime and the fear of being a test subject; blood filled every space within the corpus cavernosum of his penis.

The enormous phallus standing before him made him dizzy. He rubbed his hands together vigorously while watching the girl in the tight t-shirt and denim shorts on the brightly lit screen, her panicked and almost insane appearance.

Her breasts jiggled more violently as she ran, and her swaying waist caused her round, plump buttocks to twist back and forth like a mesmerizing pendulum before his eyes. Her short, dark brown hair, damp with sweat, clung to her terrified face. A series of tremors traveled from his lower body to his upper body. His eyes were fixed on the screen, and as the prey in his eyes moved fearfully, the tingling sensation on his over-excited penis, like tens of thousands of ants tightly biting his flesh, made his whole body tremble. After an unknown amount of time of rubbing back and forth, under a burst of intense, forceful rubbing of the penis, a large amount of milky white liquid sprayed onto the floor in front of the screen, forming a viscous, paste-like area. The slightly subsided lust couldn't stop me from reaching out my wicked and cruel claws towards the pitiful little animal before me... I

quietly placed my fingers on the sensor on the wall, and the hidden door was slowly pushed open by my strong hands. Before me were the eyes that we often looked into in class, but now, on one side was a terrified and fearful experimental animal, and on the other was a predator whose mind was filled with the most evil and lewd thoughts. "Teacher, it was you... Why did you do this to me..." A

trembling voice slowly escaped my lips. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and forcefully lifted her up, throwing her onto the soft bed in the center of the room.

"No...please don't..." Before she could finish speaking, rough hands began to rip off her top. The tightly woven clothes were instantly torn into messy pieces scattered around the edge of the bed, and her denim shorts were thrown onto the floor next to the closet. All that remained before my eyes was that alluring body I had longed for, her plump breasts swaying slightly beneath, and the most private area nestled between her legs, which I casually touched with my fingers, was already a wet, glistening expanse.

"Don't resist, or I'll kill you," a cold voice uttered.

After pushing her down onto the soft bed, I immediately began to frantically lick and kiss her soft, tender flesh like a carnivore that hadn't eaten for dozens of days. I would occasionally bite her arms or breasts hard with my teeth, causing the female student to scream almost hysterically. The more she screamed, the more excited I became. My rising lust not only tensed all the muscles in my body, but also caused my penis, which had just ejaculated, to become erect again at a near-vertical angle. The veins crawling along my penis clung tightly to the foreskin like a spiderweb. The glans, engorged with blood, was a pinkish semi-circle. My penis was as hard as a rock. My mind would occasionally go blank, wanting to devour every last drop of my prey.

Ignoring the female student's agonizing screams, I forcefully bit down on her hardened nipples, pinning her hands to the bed with both arms, my legs and lower body weight pressing down on her genitals.

I couldn't bear it any longer. With a powerful thrust of my hips, I slid my hardened penis directly into her wet, moist vagina, all the way to her cervix. The vibrations within her body traveled down my spine and through my entire being, filling me with an overwhelming urge to reproduce. I began to frantically twist my lower body, my penis, enveloped in her soft, swollen vagina, relentlessly pounding against every inch of her flesh.

"Ah! No, please... no..." The cries, sounding like screams, cries, and a plea for more, pushed my primal instincts to their peak. I moved my arms between her waists, making a motion like holding an inflatable doll, treating her like a lifeless body, and violently thrusting my penis, tightly lodged inside her, in and out of her vagina, up and down. The entire mattress creaked from the violent shaking of the two of us. "Devil...devil...ah..." I forcefully thrust my penis straight into the opening of her cervix again, the intense pain and pleasure from the impact causing her to scream and moan desperately. "Ah!" "Ah!"

I pulled my penis out of her body and roughly turned her over, making her kneel on the bed. Her body, already exhausted from the intense thrusting, could only barely support her weight with her slender legs, while her arms lay limp on the bed. She was practically worshipping, her buttocks facing my penis, begging it to end this terrible, nightmarish sexual ritual.

Just like when using a condom, my penis slid back into her vagina.

"You slut, your juices are still flowing." Thick, slippery secretions covered my penis, the wetness indirectly stimulating every inch of the skin, making me thrust even harder, unable to control myself. I grabbed the woman's loose brown hair from her shoulders with my palm, pulling and twisting her head, which was emitting lewd moans.

Now, only primal biological instincts and screams remained between us. With all my might, I thrust violently back and forth into her still-flowing, warm, lustful vagina, pounding into its deepest recesses.

The pleasure of each slam against her cervix traveled from the tip of my penis through my body, driving me to a frenzied, almost manic madness, a desire to tear the flesh beneath me apart. With a sliver of consciousness, she struggled to hold herself together, trying to release herself from this endless fire of lust. I thrust my lower body back and forth frantically, not knowing how long or how many hundreds or thousands of thrusts had taken. At that moment, a warm sensation from head to toe quietly gathered in my penis, making it hot and itchy like never before. I pounded her body violently, my internal organs churning with each thrust.

Suddenly, I felt a spasm pause, and less than a thousandth of a second later, my semen gushed out from the head of my penis like a huge, fierce waterfall, spraying throughout the entire vaginal space. Ejaculation lasted for five minutes before stopping, by which time the female student's vagina was completely filled with my thick, white semen. When I pulled out my penis with satisfaction, thick fluid dripped down my inner thighs like a stream, one drop at a time.

I only felt a sliver of consciousness return after withdrawing my penis from her vagina; the girl before me was already fast asleep. My penis was covered in a thick, milky-white substance, a mixture of semen and vaginal secretions. The pleasure was so alluring; I was so eager to see what she would do next. I covered her naked body with the blanket and left a note on the table beside the bed before leaving:

"Be good next time too!"

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