A beautiful teacher-student relationship

I am a literature teacher at a university. On Monday evening of the first day of the new semester, my elective course, open to all students, began as scheduled. Actually, I dread teaching on Mondays during the first week because students know it's a trial period; there's no attendance record, so many students come if they want and don't if they don't. When I got downstairs, I looked up and saw that room 603 was completely dark. Oh no, I've been caught out; surely there wouldn't be a single student? With a heavy heart, I went up to the sixth floor, pushed open the door, and it seemed I really had been caught out. Disappointed, I reluctantly turned on the fluorescent light and prepared the computer and projector. I waited and waited; it felt so long, I'd never felt time stretch on like that before. Just before class started, I finally saw a figure peek in. I said, "Class starting? Come in." I didn't think much of it at the time, but after waiting another five minutes and seeing that no one else was coming, I began the lecture. I'm a rather introverted person, and I have a bad habit when lecturing: I usually use a diffused light to look at students. Although I was just a student, I still lectured methodically, because lecturing was more of an enjoyment and a source of immersion for me. And so, I spoke fluently for an entire lesson to this one student. Only

when class ended did I glance at my only student out of the corner of my eye. Wow, no way, it's her! She looks familiar, but I can't remember her name. Flowing long hair, big eyes, and an alluring little mouth. She was touching her hair with one hand and playing with her phone with the other.

I strolled over.

"Hello, what's your department?"

"Me, Foreign Languages." She answered crisply, her cherry-like lips parting.

"Why did you choose this course? Do you know why so many people didn't come?" "I love literature, especially poetry. I always feel particularly fulfilled in these kinds of classes. Apparently, many students said they didn't attend the first week, and I hadn't planned to come anyway. But you called me in, and I felt bad leaving." Her eyes were especially sweet when she smiled, even when she made a funny face.

"Sorry, I disturbed your rest, haha." I scratched my head awkwardly.

"It's okay, I should have come to class, but it was worth it, you lectured very well, those who didn't come are missing out." "Really? Thank you for coming." Then came some bland remarks. During the conversation, I found that she was actually a very lively girl, and at the same time, I glanced at her figure according to male standards. Not bad, about 1.65 meters tall, not too big or too small breasts, not too thick waist, a white belted top showed off her litheness, and at the same time, it made her skin look very smooth, and her slender legs were wrapped in jeans just right.

Damn, what a devil, my lower body involuntarily stood up. Forgive me, forgive me! If my wife hadn't been away on a business trip for a month, and I hadn't been so frivolous, I wouldn't have had such beastly thoughts. I quickly sat down at the desk to hide my embarrassment.

Just then, the bell rang, and I quickly stood up and walked to the podium.

"Teacher, I'm the only one here, so let's not talk. Let's sit down and chat." "Ah, that's not a good idea. There are inspectors at school." I pretended to be serious, afraid she would see my erection

. I walked behind the lectern before turning around to hide my embarrassment. "It's okay. It's the first week. Are there any other students? If there are inspectors, we can just say we're discussing something, right?" "Fairy," I thought, looking at her wide-eyed expression.

I hesitated for a while before agreeing and sitting opposite her. We chatted about everyday things. What we talked about wasn't important. I answered half-heartedly, mainly trying to suppress my desire. But where there's suppression, there's resistance. The more I suppressed it, the more the woman's fragrance wafted into my nose, making me involuntarily stand up again.

They say having a beautiful woman by your side is a blessing, but this suppressed blessing is truly unbearable. I spent the entire class in agony. The bell rang, and I felt a sense of relief. Damn, I had to go back to masturbating again today.

While she was packing her things, I quickly turned around, went to the lectern, gathered my own things, turned off the equipment, and calmed my desires.

When I finished, I looked up and saw her still standing there, carrying her bag.

"Let's go, waiting for me?" I said jokingly.

But she said, "Yeah." I hesitated for a moment, then walked out of the classroom with her.

If it were before, it would definitely be chaotic after class. But today, it seemed that not only my classroom was unusual, but the whole teaching building was a bit quiet. We walked side by side, her inside and me outside, down the stairs.

"What apartment do you live in?"

"Number eight," she replied.

"Oh, then we're going the same way." She didn't answer, just tiptoed and gestured for me to be quiet. I said, "What's up?" She pointed to the foot of the fourth floor and quickly went there. I turned back and followed her finger. By the light of the streetlamp, I saw a white, fluffy thing, and a captivating scent filled the air. Wow! Students these days are amazing! Even though it was just the start of the semester, the weather was still quite cold, and there weren't many people in the school buildings. So, they came here to express their longing after a long holiday apart, and in the heat of the moment, they even started having sex in the open.

I quickly followed. When I got to the bottom of the building, I saw her flushed face and really wanted to touch it.

We walked awkwardly, and when we passed the small garden on campus, she stopped. I followed, not paying attention, and bumped into her. "Ah!" She stumbled from the impact.

"Are you alright? I'm so sorry, I didn't expect you to stop." I quickly reached out to help her. Her hands were so soft and smooth; my heart skipped a beat.

"I'm fine, haha..." She sat down on a bench in the garden. "Teacher, you were so funny, haha..." She sat there laughing, her breasts heaving.

I sat down next to her. "Honestly, you saw it, and then you pointed it out to me," I said, gently patting her. I meant to pat her shoulder, but she was laughing so hard she was doubled over, and somehow my hand missed, my fingernail brushing against her breast. Even through her clothes, I could feel that softness. I rubbed my hands together, embarrassed, and lowered my head like a child who had done something wrong.

Suddenly, she lunged at me, hugging me tightly, and whispered, "Teacher, I like you." With a bang, the desire I had suppressed all night finally broke through my resistance. I held her tightly, and by the light of the streetlamp shining through the branches, I used my lips to find the source of her voice, tracing her hair, her closed eyes, her long eyelashes, across her small nose, the tip of which was a little cool, and finally sliding to her nipple. Soft, tender, and wet, I stuck out my tongue, searching for her tongue. Her tongue dodged, and I chased after it. Suddenly, she bit my tongue with her sharp teeth.

My surging desire abruptly subsided. "Excuse me," I tried to push her hand away.

"No, teacher, I really like you. I've liked you ever since I first saw you. But you never knew me. This year, I finally took your class, which gave me this opportunity to meet you alone." "Have I taught you before? No wonder you seem familiar. I'm sorry, I was too impulsive." "No, I like it. This is a scene I dream about. Don't you like me?" "No, we just met, so I can't say whether I like you or not." "If you don't like me, then why were you peeking at me? Did you think I didn't know? And, and you're still getting hard like this, thinking I can't see you?" As she spoke, she poked my little brother, which was still pressing against her.

My little brother tingled. "Is it a natural reaction? If I don't react to a beautiful woman, shouldn't my wife cry?" "Is that so? Shouldn't he be crying now?" Her hand rubbed against my pants.

I chuckled awkwardly, grabbing her hand. "Stop it. Why did you bite me earlier?" She continued to rub against me. "To punish you. I've liked you for so long, and you only realize it now, so I'm punishing you." I innocently enjoyed the friction of her breasts against me. "I didn't know you liked me, and you didn't tell me. If anyone should be punished, it should be you." "Then come on, come on!" She whispered in my ear, biting my earlobe.

All thoughts of beasts and ethics vanished with that soft whisper .

"Okay, then I'll punish you."

I grabbed her with my left hand and used my mouth to explore again. My right hand untied the belt of her top, moving upwards to gently open her bra, grasping her small breasts and caressing them. My left hand rose, circling the nipples, feeling them harden. Her body trembled, as if from the cold, and she pressed herself tightly against me. Because there were still students coming and going from late-night snacks outside the school, she tried her best to hold back from making a sound. But her hand had already unbuckled my belt and grabbed my penis.

"Wow, so big! Mmm..." I silenced her again with my mouth, my left hand continuing to pinch her nipple, my right hand tracing her delicate skin, across her slender waist, and her flat stomach. Her jeans were like a tight band around her body, so I unbuttoned them, unzipped them, and through her thin panties, past the prominent pubic hair that pierced through them, I arrived at the entrance to her paradise. It was already overflowing with moisture, soaking the area. Through her panties, I touched her vulva, and she not only trembled all over, but also mumbled something incomprehensible, her hand involuntarily stroking herself.

I rubbed her in rhythm with her trembling, and she, in response to my rhythm, swirled her tongue around my penis, stroking it. By this time, I was completely lost in passion. I lifted her panties and inserted my index finger deep into her wetness.

"Oh..." she moaned softly with each thrust. I quickly covered her mouth with mine, but she shook her head, trying to escape my obstruction and make her own sounds, while simultaneously stimulating my penis.

"Oh, no, no, (⊙o⊙) ah! I want it, no... (⊙o⊙) ah!" I felt a heat on my fingertip, knowing she had ejaculated inside me. She collapsed into my arms. I pulled my finger out and sucked on it; it tasted a little salty. My left hand continued to knead her breasts as I whispered in her ear,

"How was my punishment?"

"You're so naughty, you made me so itchy," she whispered.

"Really? What's my punishment?" I took my penis and rubbed it against her face.

She lowered her head, first licking my glans with her tongue, then moving down to my scrotum, licking it all over, then taking the left testicle into her mouth, grinding it tightly with her teeth while both hands worked on it. She then took the right one into her mouth and bit it, then moved down to the glans.

"Oh..." I felt my semen, which I had been holding back all night, gush out, spraying all over her face and head.

"Ah," she exclaimed, scolding me, "You're so naughty."

I scratched my head sheepishly, and she took out tissues from her bag to wipe me clean, then tidied herself up.

I pulled her back into my arms and said, "How are you? Tired?" "Not tired, you're so naughty. Oh dear, what time is it?" "Almost ten o'clock." I checked my phone.

"Thank goodness, the apartment isn't locked yet, otherwise I wouldn't be able to get back." She leaned into my arms.

I said ambiguously, "How about we go to my place to shower? My wife isn't home, and you might smell a bit. Aren't you worried your roommates will notice?" "Ah, okay." She blushed, hesitated for a moment, and then agreed. She stood up, hugged my waist, and started to leave.

"Let's go somewhere far away, so no one can see us," I said cautiously.

"Okay, okay." I glanced at her pale face out of the corner of my eye.

We walked towards my house one after the other. We didn't say a word the way, which was lucky; we didn't run into anyone we knew. I reached the door, opened it, turned on the light, and then peeked back to give her a wink. She came in. I closed the door, and as soon as I turned around, she rushed over to me again, hugging me and crying.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" I was at a loss for what to do.

"I felt like you were so far away from me just now, I was so scared," she sobbed.

"No, no, I'm here." I patted her as I picked her up, carried her to the sofa, and stroked her hair.

I looked at her face; it was a very delicate face. Curved eyebrows, large eyes filled with tears, long eyelashes like pear blossoms in the rain, a slightly protruding nose, cherry-like lips, and smooth skin. I just stared at her, and she froze, then buried her face in my chest, saying, "I feel like I just had a dream, was it real?" I pinched her shoulder hard. "Ouch, that hurts." She squirmed in my arms. "Especially when we came back just now, you were walking ahead, and I felt like you were so far away!" "I'm sorry, all the teachers live together, so I was afraid someone would see us. It's like I'm guilty." "Didn't any students come to hand in their homework or ask questions? What are you guilty of?" "Yes, but the key is, you're not one, are you?" "Who said I'm not? Then let me ask you, do you like me?" she asked.

I was stunned. "I, I..."

"What do you mean, 'I'? You don't like me, yet you hug me, kiss me, and now you're pressing against me." As she spoke, she reached into my pants again.

At that moment, my brain went blank again. Lust overcame ethics, and the anger that had just subsided reignited. I grabbed her and pounced on her like a hungry tiger, sucking on her cherry-like mouth. She cooperated, sticking out her tongue to chase after mine. My right hand began to undo the belt and buttons of her corset, pulling down the straps of her bra from her shoulders, and then sliding down to her breasts, kneading them. My left hand wasn't idle either, unbuttoning her pants, pulling down the zipper, and reaching inside. At the same time, her right hand pulled off my suit jacket, unbuttoned my shirt, and her mouth escaped my pursuit, licking my breasts. Her left hand unbuttoned my belt, unbuttoned my pants, pulled down the zipper, and reached into my underwear. My mouth, having lost its prey, found her earlobe and began to suck on it. She writhed, matching my kneading, and I writhed, matching her kneading. Soon we were both down to our underwear, having used our feet to remove them.

"Ouch!" We both fell onto the carpet during the writhing; I was on top, now I was on the bottom.

I asked, "Are you alright?"

"No, quick, help me!" She pulled her hands out, yanked down my underwear, straightened my penis, and sat down on one side of her underwear. There was a "plop."

"Ah, ah..." we both cried out simultaneously.

She jumped on top of me, her breasts hopping merrily. I tried to catch them, but they were too fast. I chased after them, haha, waiting for them to bump into the tree stump made of my hands. My penis felt a squeeze on the stump, and she climaxed. She lay limply on top of me. I picked her up, put her back on the sofa, pulled off her now useless underwear, and began to observe her paradise.

Her peach trees were numerous, densely packed. Passing through the peach blossom maze, I arrived at Peach Blossom Valley. Because of the recent peach blossom season, everything was damp, and many peach trees were laden with rain-kissed blossoms, their tender red petals tempting me to kiss and caress them—a response of humming moans, of course. I trekked and climbed to the top of Peach Blossom Valley. Though not high, it was abrupt, barely enough space for one person to stand. I spat on it and continued my caresses, her reaction growing stronger. I descended to the valley floor. The Peach Blossom Pool was a thousand feet deep—really? I stuck out my tongue, driven by the spirit of a scientist, to test it out for myself.

Then she seemed to recover, forcefully pressing my head down, shouting, "No, no!" Her sudden movement nearly made me choke on her juices. I looked up and asked, "Want it, or not?" She rolled her eyes at me, then used her stockinged foot to squeeze my penis, saying, "What do you think?" My God, I was overwhelmed, completely succumbed. I lifted her off the sofa, her legs wrapped around my waist, and my still-erect penis thrust straight in.

"Ah, ah…," she cried out.

Her cries only fueled my even more vigorous thrusts.

"Oh, oh… I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to pee, ah!" With a desperate scream, I felt a heat in my lower back, immediately pulling out my penis. A white line shot through the air and hit the wall. I put her down, collapsing beside her.

We were caressing each other when she suddenly bit my nipple and said, "Hey, didn't you tell me to take a shower? Why are you..." "Yeah, I'll go run the water for you." I stood up and walked to the bathroom, turning on the tap. Because it was solar-powered, the water got hot after a while. I came out and waved, saying, "Okay, come on over." "No, come and carry me, I can't walk anymore." "Little vixen," I said, walking to the sofa and picking her up. Her face turned red again.

"Why does your face turn red so easily?"

"I'm shy, unlike you, so shameless, how come your... you still came so big?"

I chuckled sheepishly, "You're so charming!"

I carried her into the bathroom, hesitatingly asking, "Will you shower yourself, or..."

She didn't speak, but glanced at me with her dark eyes. "Oh, I know, I'm going out." She said coquettishly, "Ugh, go out if you want, but don't peek!" She even stepped on my foot, then turned and wiggled her hips as she walked towards the shower. I stood

there, bewildered. The shower water cascaded down, flowing over her head. Her hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, the water continuing to flow down her skin, over her waist, her shapely buttocks, her long legs, all the way to her heels. She smoothed her long hair, turned around, and said, "Silly boy, are you stupid? Close the door, aren't you afraid I'll catch a cold?" "Yes," I mechanically replied. Although this wasn't the first time I'd seen this body tonight, I was still stunned by her beauty. She was so beautiful.

She beckoned me with her finger, and I went over, lost in thought.

"What's wrong?"

"You're so beautiful, I love you so much," I was still in shock.

"Don't stand there, even if you're beautiful, you're yours now."

"I'm so lucky."

"Don't be silly, hurry up and wash."

By then, the steam had filled the air, and we started rubbing each other. Her skin was like cream, her neck like a cicada's. Every time I read that line of poetry, I wanted to criticize it, but when I touched her whole body, I truly felt it. And as she touched my whole body, I thought of General Chen's poem about snow-covered pine trees, the pine trees standing tall and straight. I hugged her and said, "Let's start from behind." She obediently turned around, her hands on the wall, and I held her waist, thrusting hard, and we were back in our warm home. As the hot water poured down from above, I plowed her again and again. Her buttocks were so small and pointed, so elastic.

As I immersed myself in her buttocks, with her moans, we succumbed once more. I pulled out my gun, and we washed ourselves clean. I gave her a towel and hugged her as we returned to the living room. The air around the sofa still carried the scent of a battle.

"Ugh, it's all your fault! Look, it's already 11:30, the apartment doors are all locked, I can't get back," she suddenly yelled.

"How about I take you back? I'll tell you we spent too long discussing something." "Get lost! That's just asking for trouble!"

"Or give me your homeroom teacher's number, I'll ask for leave for you, say you're not going home tonight." "Then tell me who you are! We have nothing to do with each other." "I said I'm your boyfriend!" "Go away!" She kicked me. "I need to call the teacher to ask for leave, otherwise I'm doomed tomorrow." "Just call for it." I pulled her into my arms, and she nestled onto my lap, rolling her eyes at me and gesturing for me to be quiet. "Hello, teacher. A friend of mine is sick, and I need to stay at the hospital with her. I hope you can grant me leave." "..." "No, she only fell ill around 10:00 AM. I rushed her to the hospital and just finished arranging things. I'm so sorry, I really apologize." "..." "It looks quite serious. The doctor said she needs to stay for observation." "..." "Thank you, I'll be careful. I'll bring you the certificate and leave slip tomorrow, thank you." "Looks like you're quite skilled at this. You often stay out all night, don't you?" "Who said that? I'm very well-behaved. It's just that one of my roommates does this all the time, so I've gotten used to it. But my reputation with the teachers is okay, but hers isn't. Every time she asks for leave, the teachers don't believe her." "Then you don't need to go back tonight." "What, do you want me to go back, or do you want me to go back?" "Of course I want you to..." "Go to hell!" She grabbed a sofa cushion and hit my head.

"Don't murder your husband!" I shouted while scratching her, and with a forceful tug, I pulled off her bath towel. She first let out a scream, covering her chest with her left hand and her genitals with her right. After a moment's hesitation, she reached out her right hand and, while I was stunned, pulled off my bath towel, saying, "Is this fair?" Then she stared at me with a silly smile.

I was stunned too, and I laughed. Her face turned red again, really like an apple. I leaned in and kissed her slightly flushed face, saying, "Shall we go to bed and make love properly?" She nodded. "Come inside, it's safe." She then wrapped her arms around my neck.

I carried her to the bedroom. On the soft mattress, I kissed her entire body again, from her wet hair to her small mouth, her breasts, her belly button, her smooth abdomen, the peach blossom scent of her shower gel, her long legs, her soft feet, her beautiful back, her pert and elastic buttocks, and her slightly wrinkled anus, the backs of her legs—I wanted to truly possess her. When I returned to her face, her face was even redder, especially against her fair skin, making her look particularly beautiful. She was completely immersed in my caresses, murmuring softly.

I parted her tightly rubbing legs, pulled apart her clasped hands, and found her already overflowing with lustful fluids. With a thrust, I reached deep into her pubic area.

"Quick, it itches, I want you, quick..."

I used all my strength, thrusting in and out relentlessly.

"Oh, harder, just like that."

"No, don't move there, here,"

"Good teacher, good husband, good brother, here,"

"Yes, right here, oh..."

As I thrust vigorously, I felt her vagina tighten, and my waist went numb. We both succumbed this time.

The next day, we slept until after 11 a.m. She went to ask for leave. More students came to class later, and my wife returned from her business trip. She still attended my classes, and I still taught my classes. Only when our eyes met during class did we realize our longing for each other, but we never crossed the line again.

[The End]

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