My Graduate School Life

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As the saying goes, "Ten years of hard study go unnoticed, but one success makes you famous throughout the world." I am also

one of those students who studied hard for ten years. After three painful years of high school, I was admitted to a university with a relatively high score. However, my university

years passed by in the blink of an eye. These four years did not leave much of an impression on my life. I just

studied . Finally, four years of life came to an end. We graduated and faced an

unknown future. Some classmates went abroad, some went to work, and some went on to graduate school. As someone whose grades weren't very high

, what should I do? In the end, I followed the crowd and went on to graduate school. My grades were average, and even with a guaranteed admission, I was among the last few.

So I chose a university in my hometown to continue my studies. Unexpectedly, during my graduate studies, I met

my mature female professor. The story began with the opening dinner. The senior students treated their junior students to a meal

, and the story unfolded in a grand manner. Before we started eating, let me introduce my professor. My professor is now

a doctoral supervisor and has four students, two men and two women. There are several senior students. She has been divorced for three years. The reason: according to

rumors , her husband, who is also a teacher in our department,

got together with a female student while our professor was abroad, and then they divorced. She is 35 years old, has a good figure, and is of above-average appearance. Who knows? In short, in

a word: a divorced middle-aged woman.

During the party, everyone drank heartily, and finally, one by one, they helped each other home. My

girlfriend and I rented a place in the teachers' residential area, quite close to the teacher's house, so

the task of protecting her naturally fell to me. I supported the teacher, leaning on her body. Due to the alcohol, I

vaguely smelled her fleshy scent. Her soft body nestled against me, her fragrant lips

exhaling drunken breath. I was already drunk. The teacher's beautiful hair reached her waist. I said, "Will you

marry me when my hair reaches my waist?" But when the teacher's hair reached her waist, she got divorced. Thinking of this, I felt even more

pity , and I hugged her tightly again. Entering the teacher's house, she was completely drunk and immediately collapsed onto the bed, kicking off

her coat and ready to sleep. She was wearing a short skirt today; after removing her outer garment, she was only wearing stockings and a garter belt.

Underneath the stockings, I could vaguely see her lace panties, and beneath the askew garter belt was a purple bra, her perfect breasts

almost spilling out . Seeing this, as a man of passion, I knew what I had to do.

My preference can be summed up in one word: familiarity. Seeing a mature woman before me, I tried to

control myself , but ultimately, my urges overcame my reason. I took off my coat and gave the teacher a full-body massage, from bottom to top,

thoroughly enjoying myself. I caressed her black stockings, kissed her small feet, and sucked on each

toe through the stockings. It was undeniably sensual, but it was the scent of hormones. Looking up at her, her cheeks were slightly flushed, her chest

rising and falling ; I knew her erotic dream had begun. I kissed upwards along her calves, my hands caressing her full breasts,

occasionally gently pressing her cherry-like nipples. I pulled down the teacher's stockings and licked the gray

area around her lace panties. A few mischievous pubic hairs peeked out. I stretched my tongue deep into the panties, entering the mysterious triangle

. The teacher was already moaning softly. Ah, I hope she wasn't dreaming about her husband. I licked her inner thighs.

I didn't know if it was saliva or vaginal fluid, but the teacher's panties were already damp. The teacher had begun to sway her slender

waist. I wanted to whet her appetite first, skipping the crucial triangle and kissing upwards. To be honest, the teacher's body hair was really

thick. There were a few hairs below her navel, which I thought were clean. These few hairs amplified my lust, and

I reached my climax. My mouth was watering. I took off the teacher's bra, and two little white rabbits jumped out. I

sucked on one and held the other in my hand, while my other hand caressed the teacher's vulva. There was already a lot of moisture, and my saliva

had flowed a lot on the white rabbits as well. The teacher's moans grew slightly louder, and she twisted her ripe body. I moved

my fingers in and out, occasionally stroking her clitoris, while sucking on her white breasts. After a while, I felt

a tremor inside her vagina. I knew that the teacher had orgasmed. After three years of not consuming human flesh, it came quickly.

I threw off my underwear, pulled off the teacher's purple lace panties, and stroked her two large breasts, letting her enjoy

the two seconds of pleasure before her orgasm. I brought my mouth to the teacher's vulva; the pubic hair around it was already

wet . I teased her vulva, pushing my tongue as far as I could into her opening, further igniting years of suppressed desire, and licking

her clitoris. There was so much fluid flowing that I couldn't drink anymore. Hehe, drinking water is just my personal habit,

please don't imitate me. Seeing that the time was right, I knew it was time for my little brother to make his move. My little brother proudly raised its purplish head,

ready for battle. I rubbed my penis against the teacher's labia, and the teacher moved her body in response, as if

summoning my little brother. I slowly thrust into the teacher's vulva. The teacher was still trembling after her orgasm, and as my penis

entered, the trembling gradually intensified. When it was fully inserted, I heard the teacher let out a long sigh, a sigh of satisfaction.

I slowly thrust my thick penis in and out, enjoying the tight grip of her vagina. The teacher lifted her hips to match my

thrusts, her moans gradually growing louder. Her two little white rabbits' cherries rose high, and I licked their rosy nipples as I thrust

. I thought to myself that I must conquer this mature woman with my penis. I held my breath and gave her hundreds of piston-like

thrusts.

The room was filled only with moans and gasps: "Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..." The sounds rose and fell with each thrust of

my penis , like a light bulb that lights up when plugged in. Nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one,

concentrating all my strength on my penis.

The slapping sounds were incessant, the "ah...ah...ah..." echoing from the rafters. After hundreds of thrusts, the "ah...ah...ah..." turned into a desperate scream, like

a cry for help . I thrust all the way in, and suddenly, a huge "Ah!"

followed, and all was silent. My teacher was motionless, the moans stopped, and only a tremor ran from her vagina to her abdomen and her entire body. I knew she

had orgasmed.

After a period of trembling, I slowly started moving again. "You're so good, honey," I said, startling

me . I looked at my teacher's face. Thank goodness, it was just sleep talking. It scared me to death.

I felt my penis getting aroused, the urge to ejaculate. I knew I couldn't give up now. We changed positions, side entry

, forming a four-legged monster, our legs intertwined. This is one of my favorite positions; it's powerful and

penetrates deeply. Another round of relentless thrusting ensued, the sheets already soaked with the teacher's fluids. After hundreds more thrusts, the teacher

's stamina was clearly waning, her moans gradually subsiding, leaving only soft hums. My brother's abilities had also reached their limit.

Thinking of how even the usually high and mighty teacher was moaning beneath me, I couldn't control myself any longer and...

After a few dozen thrusts, a thick stream of semen gushed out. The teacher let out a cry, her fluids spraying all over my penis . The walls

of her vagina trembled uncontrollably. I kissed her white breasts, savoring the pleasure of her orgasm.

Looking up, I saw that she hadn't opened her eyes. I quietly got out of bed, helped her hastily put on her underwear, and

then returned to the apartment my girlfriend and I rented.

As soon as we entered, my girlfriend pounced on me, saying, "Honey, you drank too much today. I missed you so much."

Hearing this, I knew tonight would be another sleepless night. "Baby, I drank a bit too much today. I missed

you too."

"What did you do at home? Did you finish the tasks I assigned?"

Tonight, I had planned to have some fun with my girlfriend after drinking, but I ended up having sex with my mentor instead.

Sigh, I smelled the fragrance on my girlfriend's body. I knew she had dressed up specially for tonight. Every time we made love, my girlfriend

dressed up beautifully, which made me very satisfied. However, my penis was letting me down. We had just finished, and I couldn't continue

. I had to wait.

"What are you thinking about? Is it my little cucumber? Hahahaha."

"You're so naughty!

" "You like me being naughty, don't you! Hahaha."

"Baby, for dinner today, our advisor asked us to find some literature related to our research topic. You know we have a meeting

tomorrow afternoon, and I might have to give a presentation. So, baby,

how about we stay up a little later tonight?"

"Sure, but you have to behave well, hehe."

Saying that, my girlfriend and I went into the bedroom. There were two computers in the bedroom, and we sat down at our respective computers.

I said, "Baby, why don't you look at some literature too? Aren't you going to give a progress report tomorrow?"

"Okay, sure."

I thought I had finally gotten away with it. I found a few articles about my research topic online, looked at them, and took

some notes. It was too hot, so I got up and took a shower. After showering, I continued looking at the literature. After a while, I felt my girlfriend

kissing my ear. I looked at my watch and it was 11:30. Time flies. I knew my little brother had rested well too.

Hahaha, a bloody storm is about to begin. Are you guys getting hard yet?

My girlfriend kissed my ear and neck, her hand slipping inside my clothes to stroke my penis. It quickly

became aroused.

I said, "Baby, what are you doing? Can't you see I'm studying?" I turned and hugged her. "

Tell me what you want to do, haha!"

My girlfriend blushed, "Mmm..." she swayed in my arms, acting coquettishly.

"Tell me, what do you want to do?" "

If you don't tell me, I'll study!!!"

"I want...

" "What do you want? Haha!

" "That ." "

Which one?

" "Mmm..."

She started acting coquettish again. I knew the time was right. Time to strike! I kissed her

earlobe, stroking her breasts. I'd just touched her big breasts, and the small ones weren't quite as satisfying, but they were still very elastic.

Her big breasts were sagging a bit. My girlfriend started breathing heavily. I unhooked her bra and pushed her breasts upwards

, caressing and kneading them. Some might ask, why stroke from bottom to top? That's an academic

question ; you can find it online. How to make your girlfriend's breasts bigger and prevent sagging? That's one method. Without further ado,

let's get to the point. Stroking my girlfriend's little rabbits, kneading her nipples, I whispered in her ear, "Baby,

are you wet down there?"

"Mmm, honey, I want it, I want it..." "

Baby, don't rush, let your husband taste your breasts."

"Mmm, mmm mmm mmm..." The "

mmm" sounds matched my sucking. I kissed down my girlfriend's abdomen, quickly reaching her paradise

. I took off her panties—haha, still Hello Kitty.

"Come on, baby, let your husband lick them."

"Mmm..." "No, it's dirty there."

It's always like this. I know my girlfriend isn't against me licking, she's just being coy. I gently parted

her legs and kissed her inner thighs forcefully. Out of the corner of my eye, I could already see her vagina was already gushing

.

"Ah, ah, ah, husband, I love you, I love you."

"Ah, husband, I love you."

I knew my girlfriend wanted me to kiss her vulva. I kissed her little clit, gently licking the slit with the tip of my tongue. It was slippery, and

the slit slowly opened. I continued licking slowly and deliberately. My girlfriend's moans gradually grew louder. The moment

was right . I buried my mouth and nose in the slit, sucking and licking hard, especially that magical

clitoris. My girlfriend clamped my head between her legs. My head couldn't move, but my tongue was still very sensitive. Men are either good

at what they say, either their penis or their tongue. That's really true. I mainly attacked my girlfriend's clitoris, letting her enjoy

pleasure. Of course, my hands weren't idle either, caressing my girlfriend's breasts. My characteristic during sex is that I

have to .

"Ah, ah, ah..." "Husband, it feels so good, I love you, husband, ahhhhhh!"

"I can't take it anymore, hurry, hurry, husband, I love you, ah—"

My head was trapped between my legs, and as my legs trembled, my head trembled along with them. I slowly licked, letting

my girlfriend enjoy this wonderful moment.

After the climax, I licked my girlfriend's vagina and continued to lick her anus with her vaginal fluid. This was

a must . My girlfriend wouldn't let me have anal sex, but licking her anus was still okay. When I licked, I forcefully pushed my tongue deep into

her anus, and my girlfriend would resist. That's what made it fun. I felt her anus contracting and relaxing, and I was extremely excited.

"Husband, come on, I can't take it anymore, husband, come on."

I stroked my penis a couple of times, rubbing the vaginal fluid on the surface of her vulva, and then inserted it. Because the preparatory work

was done very well, my penis went in easily. My girlfriend also let out an "ah" and sighed with enjoyment.

I thrust my penis in and out. Because of the frenzy with my mentor, my penis's fighting power was even more enduring.

"Ah, ah, ah," my girlfriend moaned along with each thrust.

Since my penis felt nothing, I thrust in and out hundreds of times, stroking her firm breasts as I went.

"Honey, you're so good! Ah, ah, ah, ah, I can't take it anymore!"

Under my powerful assault, my girlfriend finally reached her second orgasm, trembling. Every time this happened, I

would hold her and whisper, "Wife, I love you, baby, I love you." Her response was always

the trembling of her body.

"Baby, let's doggy style, okay?"

"No, that's like a dog, no, no, no."

She couldn't resist my stubbornness. Even though she said it, doggy style is deep and feels good, though sometimes

she would say it hurts because it's too deep. The advantage of doggy style is the double impact of hearing and sight;

the sounds of slapping are incessant, and the moans are especially beautiful. With one burst of energy, I thrust into my girlfriend hard, and her moans

grew louder and louder.

"Husband, you're so good, yours is so big, so hard, harder, thrust harder, harder!"

"Ah, ah, ah!"

I knew my girlfriend was about to orgasm again. I was tired today too, so I thrust a few more times, and soon my girlfriend orgasmed

, and I was almost there too. My girlfriend's orgasm had exhausted her, and she said she could rest. I was always

speechless ; I hadn't even had my turn yet.

"Baby, lick my penis, I haven't ejaculated yet."

My girlfriend took out a tissue to wipe away the semen.

"Do you need to wipe it? It's all yours, haha."

"Hmph, if you say that again, I'm not doing it anymore."

"Good wife, don't be angry."

My girlfriend used her tongue to lick the glans and stroke the foreskin. I thrust forward forcefully, doing a deep throat.

My girlfriend gently pinched me; she must have been disgusted. After a few minutes of teasing, I was finally close to climaxing. I held my

girlfriend's head, and regardless of her wishes, I thrust forcefully. "Ah!" I also reached my orgasm. My girlfriend innocently

spat out my semen, looking at me pitifully.

"Baby, I love you. Wash up, go to sleep." I kissed my girlfriend.

We fell asleep in each other's arms that night, and didn't get up until after 10 a.m. the next day. My back ached, and I had a meeting that afternoon .

Just thinking about it gave me a headache. How was I going to face my supervisor? Had he noticed? Oh no, my sperm was still inside

the professor's vagina! I'd forgotten in my panic. Checking it would be a disaster.

The meeting started promptly at 1:30 p.m. I secretly peeked at my supervisor, and seeing that he was acting normally, I felt a huge weight lifted off

my shoulders . "Thank goodness, nothing's wrong."

For the next week, I was on edge. A month passed like this, and then it was

October , the start of the holiday. Since my home was far away, while my girlfriend's was closer, she went home, and I

was busy with research so I didn't go back with her. On the night of October 2nd, the research lab was empty except for me; there were very few people in

other labs. I was looking at some literature when suddenly someone tapped me on the shoulder. I looked up and

was startled—it was my supervisor!

"Professor Li, you didn't go home for the holiday? You're still working on your studies so late."

"Ah, you're very dedicated. Keep up the good work."

I noticed the teacher seemed a little off, and wondering what was wrong, I tentatively asked, "Professor, what's wrong? Are you

feeling unwell?"

"Ah, nothing. My son is on holiday, and he just spends all his time online at school. I wanted to find someone to tutor him."

I thought to myself: Good news! Haha, "No problem, teacher, I'm not going out for the holiday, it's fine."

So that's what the teacher was worried about. The teacher is busy with work and usually stays up until after 10 pm, so he doesn't have time to spend with his son.

The next day, I went to the teacher's house to find his son. He did his homework in the morning, and in the afternoon, I took him to the amusement park.

In the evening, I cooked a few dishes and waited for the teacher to come back.

Around 8 pm, the teacher returned, probably because he was worried about his son and missed him. My son and I

set out the meal. I specially cooked two dishes, though of course, I don't know how to cook, so the other dishes were

ordered from a restaurant.

"Teacher, you're back."

Looking at the food on the table, a hint of happiness and a tear seemed to flicker in her eyes.

She looked at .

"Teacher, dinner's ready." I felt awkward, especially with her son right there.

While eating, I secretly rubbed my foot against hers. She didn't seem bothered; in fact, she seemed to enjoy it. I guessed

her heart, and her private parts, would be open to me tonight.

After dinner, she put her son to sleep. She said, "Stay here tonight, so he wo

n't run away again."

My heart was pounding. "Okay, Teacher, I'll sleep in the living room." As soon as I said that, I

realized I'd given myself away. She said it was fine, and I could sleep in the living room.

"Come to my room, I need to talk to you about something."

Looking at her eyes, I knew what she wanted to say.

"You stayed here for a while at the opening ceremony that day, right? I drank too much and don't remember." The teacher's

face was already very red, so beautiful, like the sunset, or even more like her chrysanthemums, pink and tender.

"Yes, you drank too much that day, and I helped you back." I felt guilty. "Teacher, I'm sorry for what I did that day. You

can hit me however you want, please don't be angry, I beg you." I said, feigning a sob.

"I know, that's what I wanted to talk about. I noticed you were always absent-minded for a while

. It's okay, I'm getting old and my looks have faded. I'm your teacher, and I definitely can't do that anymore."

"But, teacher, I like you." Saying that, I hugged the teacher and kissed her lips. The teacher

tried to break free, but she didn't have the strength.

"No, no."

"Teacher, I like you, I like you, I will make you happy."

The teacher's body was already limp, but she was still struggling. I quickly took off the teacher's coat, leaving her only in a

brand new pair of stockings and a black bra. However, the process was still quite difficult, and she wasn't very cooperative.

I caressed the teacher's breasts through her bra, licking her panties. Slowly, her body grew hot, and

moisture seeped from her vulva. I took off my own clothes, trying to breach her last line of defense.

I looked down at her naked body; she was still covering her breasts and genitals with her hands, but her large breasts

couldn't be covered by just one hand. She looked at my penis and let out a soft "Ah!" I said, "Teacher, is it big?"

I pounced on her, spreading her legs and thrusting forcefully deep inside her. It felt like a sex

act, not quite right. I bombarded her with my penis, determined to conquer her. That night...

Under the influence of alcohol, the teacher was probably too dazed to feel anything deeply.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm," she murmured, trying to remain silent, maintaining her last shred of composure. I thrust

faster and faster, until she could no longer hold back, letting out a groan as she reached her climax.

I quickly kissed her. "Don't let

our son hear." "Let's try a different position," I gently instructed her.

"I've never tried this before."

"It feels great."

I forcefully pulled her in from behind, the sounds of our thrusting and her moans blending into a beautiful

melody, like Bandari music, heavenly. While thrusting, I caressed her anus.

"Don't touch there, don't, don't, ah, ah, ah..."

Today I had to perform well, hold back my ejaculation, and conquer her. Sure enough, under my powerful onslaught,

she climaxed twice more, at the very last moment.

"Teacher, I can't hold on any longer."

"No, today is your fertile period, don't ejaculate inside."

After a few forceful thrusts, I pulled out my penis, and a thick stream of semen shot onto the teacher's anus. The starlight was beautiful that night.

"Teacher, wasn't I good?"

"Yes," the teacher replied shyly, "This is the last time. We can't do this again. After all, we

are teacher and student, and it won't be good if word gets out."

"Yes, I understand, teacher." After her orgasm, the teacher regained her teacherly demeanor. I loved

the teacher 's queenly aura; it made me feel a great sense of accomplishment every time I thrust. Just imagine what it would feel like to be with a queen beneath

you, a queen tamed by you, not a queen whipping you. The teacher beneath you was exceptionally beautiful.

Of course, this wasn't my last night with the teacher. Later, before graduation, we would do it twice a month. Time

flies, and three years passed quickly. I graduated, found a job in my hometown with my girlfriend, and occasionally contacted

the teacher , but it was just a few pleasantries. Now I'm married with children, and these memories still

occasionally flood my mind. Will my teacher remember me, the one who passed through his life, the one who traversed that

chaotic era of passing by and missing out?

We are no longer young, no longer crazy, but when we were young, did we do anything crazy

—those things we can still savor now? Perhaps we did, but time has faded them; perhaps

we did , but our lives have been anything but ordinary. Looking back, I can't help but ask myself, did we ever love, or did we just

act on it? Perhaps I am truly a passerby, not a returning traveler. I hope all my fellow enthusiasts cherish the present moment,

lest we waste it all.

[The End]

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