Lure female college students

It was her. Her short, neat, dark brown hair framed her fair, oval face. 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 through every corner of her body, including, of course, the areas most prone to arousal.

Long, slightly upturned eyelashes framed her deep-set eyes, those eyes that seemed to cruelly rip out one's soul. In every fleeting moment of eye contact, consciousness would be completely drained, like a emptied genital, utterly blank. The edge of the desk concealed her lower body, so most of the time, only the upper part of her body was visible. In the summer, her tight t-shirt clung to her fair skin, and the thin, almost transparent fabric, if carefully chosen, would reveal her pink, white, blue, and black underwear with every glance.

It was such a waste to cover Grandma Rou's breasts with a bra; with the slightest movement of her body, her two plump, ripe peaches would sway right before my eyes. In winter, even though her body was covered by a close-fitting sweater and a long-sleeved shirt, her two tender, white arms were still visible beneath the shirt, her provocative fingers twirling a pen across the lecture notes. The image of the pleasure of casting a spell on a penis constantly swirled between the podium and the second row of students.
In summer, the campus was ablaze with large, blooming flowers, and the trees were laden with heavy fruit. Upon closer inspection, one could often see many insects on the branches—deep black, bright red, flying, crawling males and females—overlapping together, frantically mating in the summer's reproductive season.
This was a large classroom, capable of holding about a hundred people. Every summer, looking at the young, fair bodies beneath the podium, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. 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 practically a dirty, greasy, and filthy bastard.

Getting the girl's hair dirty often ruined his own mood for the entire class. I only had a chance to see her lower body, hidden by the desk, during the break between classes. Her white thighs peeked out from under her blue denim shorts, and her slender, long legs would often rub together while she chatted with her classmates, as if unable to resist some kind of temptation, itchy and uncomfortable. I imagined that when I slipped my fingers into the area tightly locked by her shorts, would her feet also rub and tremble like that?

Fortunately, the podium blocked my view of her lower body, allowing me to finish reading the textbook and end the class even when I saw her unable to resist getting an erection. Whenever her face turned towards the podium, lewd and insane fantasies would endlessly linger in my mind. I imagined the tender, soft touch of her flesh, and wondered if her honey-red, full lips would still be as moist and wanton as they appeared when we were in contact. The climax of each class was when the bell rang, and she would always come over to ask me about things I had deliberately left out in class, so that I could get a closer look at her breasts and face that fueled my lust.
"Teacher, do you have time after class to ask you some questions about career prospects after graduation?"

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

"Of course, no problem."

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

The atmosphere during the meal was very harmonious, and I went along with it, giving the girl a long, seemingly reasonable market analysis. Halfway through her lecture, she left her seat to use the restroom. No one would have guessed that a professor, a figure of high moral character, would sprinkle nearly transparent crystals into the meal of a female student seeking consultation. It was an aphrodisiac from Peru, initially inducing a dazed and confused state for about two hours, then triggering a surge of stimulation in the brain's reproductive system, activating the 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 the last bite of her pasta and taking a small sip of water.

"Not at all, it's nothing,"

I replied with a smile, quietly watching my prey fall like a predator swarming to devour it. When I heard her rubbing her forehead and saying it was late and she might need to catch a ride, I kindly suggested she go back. Thus, the girl, who had fallen asleep within five minutes of getting on the bus, became that pitiful and hungry experimental animal in a cage.

The body, like a lump of flesh, lay motionless in his arms, gently placed on a soft wool mattress in a meticulously arranged room. The room was painted a pale yellow, with bookshelves, tables, chairs, and a television on the bedside table, but no windows. Four semi-circular black plastic shells were mounted in the four corners of the ceiling.

Sitting in front of the screen, I quietly watched as someone slowly awoke from their sleep. Oh, and 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 thick, sound-absorbing walls, pacing anxiously and frantically around the room.

Everything was perfectly presented on the screen through four cameras, much like a lab rat placed in a maze, fearfully awaiting its cruel experiment. His lust was already ignited by the thrill of the crime and the fear of being a test subject; blood filled every space of the corpora cavernosa within 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 bright screen, her panicked, 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 dark brown hair, damp with sweat, clung to her terrified face. Waves of trembling traveled from his lower body to his upper body. His eyes were fixed on the screen, and as his prey moved in fear, the tingling sensation on his over-excited penis, like thousands of ants biting his flesh, made his whole body tremble. After an unknown amount of time spent rubbing and kneading, a burst of intense, forceful rubbing against the penis caused a large amount of milky white fluid to spray onto the floor in front of the screen, forming a sticky, paste-like area. The slightly subsided lust couldn't stop the wicked, cruel claws reaching out to the poor little animal before me… I
quietly placed my fingers on the sensor on the wall, and the hidden door was slowly pushed open by strong hands. Before me were the eyes we often exchanged in class, but now, on one side was a terrified experimental animal, and on the other, a predator with only the most wicked and lewd thoughts in his mind. "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, rough hands began to tear off her top. The taut clothes were instantly ripped into messy pieces scattered around the edge of the bed, and her denim shorts were thrown onto the floor far from 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 finger.

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

After pushing her down onto the soft bed, I immediately began frantically licking and kissing her soft, delicate flesh like a carnivore that hadn't eaten for days. I would bite her arms or breasts hard with my teeth, causing the female student to scream in near madness. The louder she screamed, the more excited I became. My heightened lust not only tensed all my muscles but also caused my penis, which had just ejaculated, to become erect again, almost vertically. The veins crawling along my penis clung tightly to the foreskin like a spider web, the glans was a pinkish semi-circle from excessive blood flow, and my penis was as hard as a rock. My mind would go blank for a moment, wanting to devour every last drop of my prey.

Ignoring the female student's agonizing screams, I continued to forcefully bite down on her hardened nipples, pressing her hands firmly to the bed with both arms, her 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 from her body traveled through my entire being, igniting 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..." Her cries, a mixture of screams, sobs, and a plea for more, pushed my primal instincts to their peak. I moved my arms between her waists, treating her like an inflatable doll, my penis, tightly lodged inside her, thrusting violently in and out of her vagina. The mattress creaked and groaned from the intense vibrations. "Evil... demon... ah..." I thrust my penis straight into the cervix again, the intense pain and pleasure of 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 support her weight on her slender legs, while her arms were limp on the bed, making her face towards my penis in a worshipful manner, begging it to end this terrible, nightmarish sexual ritual.

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

"Slut, your juices are still flowing." The thick, slippery secretions covered my penis, and the wet, sticky sensation indirectly stimulated every inch of the skin on my penis, making me unable to control myself and thrust even harder. I grabbed the woman's loose brown hair from her shoulder with my palm, pulling and twisting her head, which was emitting lewd cries.

Now, only primal biological instincts and screams remained between us. With all my might, I thrust violently back and forth into her still-warm, lustful vagina, the intense impact reaching its deepest point.

The pleasure of each slap against her cervix traveled from the tip of my penis to my entire body, driving me to a frenzied, almost manic urge to tear the flesh beneath me apart. She barely held on with her last shred of consciousness, struggling to release herself from this endless fire of desire. I rocked my lower body back and forth with all my might, not knowing how long, how many thousands of thrusts I had endured. Then, a warm sensation, flowing from head to toe, quietly gathered in my penis, making it feel 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 millisecond later, my semen gushed out like a waterfall, filling the entire vaginal space. The ejaculation lasted for five minutes before stopping, leaving the girl's vagina completely filled with my thick, white semen. As I withdrew my penis with satisfaction, the thick liquid dripped slowly down her inner thighs like a stream. Only after withdrawing

my penis did I regain some clarity; the girl before me had already passed out. My penis was still covered in a milky white, viscous mixture of semen and vaginal secretions. This pleasure was so alluring; I was so eager to see how she would perform next time. 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!"

It was her. Her short, dark brown hair fell neatly across her fair, oval face. 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 would surge through every corner of her body, including, of course, the areas most prone to arousal. Long,

slightly upturned eyelashes framed her deep-set eyes, those eyes that seemed to cruelly rip out one's soul. In every fleeting moment of eye contact, consciousness would be completely drained, like a emptied genital. The edge of the desk concealed her lower body, so most of the time, only the upper part of her body was visible. In the summer, her tight-fitting t-shirt clung to her fair skin, and the thin, almost transparent fabric, if carefully chosen, would reveal her pink, white, blue, and black underwear with every glance.

It was such a waste to cover Grandma Rou's breasts with a bra; with the slightest movement of her body, her two plump, ripe peaches would sway right before my eyes. In winter, even though her body was covered by a close-fitting sweater and a long-sleeved shirt, her two tender, white arms were still visible beneath the shirt, her provocative fingers twirling a pen across the lecture notes. The image of the pleasure of casting a spell on a penis constantly swirled between the podium and the second row of students.
In summer, the campus was ablaze with large, blooming flowers, and the trees were laden with heavy fruit. Upon closer inspection, one could often see many insects on the branches—deep black, bright red, flying, crawling males and females—overlapping together, frantically mating in the summer's reproductive season.
This was a large classroom, capable of holding about a hundred people. Every summer, looking at the young, fair bodies beneath the podium, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. 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 practically a dirty, greasy, and filthy bastard.

Getting the girl's hair dirty often ruined his own mood for the entire class. I only had a chance to see her lower body, hidden by the desk, during the break between classes. Her white thighs peeked out from under her blue denim shorts, and her slender, long legs would often rub together while she chatted with her classmates, as if unable to resist some kind of temptation, itchy and uncomfortable. I imagined that when I slipped my fingers into the area tightly locked by her shorts, would her feet also rub and tremble like that?

Fortunately, the podium blocked my view of her lower body, allowing me to finish reading the textbook and end the class even when I saw her unable to resist getting an erection. Whenever her face turned towards the podium, lewd and insane fantasies would endlessly linger in my mind. I imagined the tender, soft touch of her flesh, and wondered if her honey-red, full lips would still be as moist and wanton as they appeared when we were in contact. The climax of each class was when the bell rang, and she would always come over to ask me about things I had deliberately left out in class, so that I could get a closer look at her breasts and face that fueled my lust.
"Teacher, do you have time after class to ask you some questions about career prospects after graduation?"

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

"Of course, no problem."

So I chose a restaurant and arranged to have dinner with this female student 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 the female student. Halfway through, she left her seat to go to the restroom. No one would have guessed that a professor, a figure of high moral character, would sprinkle nearly transparent crystals into the food of a female student seeking advice. It was an aphrodisiac from Peru, initially inducing a state of confusion and disorientation for about two hours, then triggering a surge of stimulation in the brain's reproductive system, awakening the most primal and deepest human desire for procreation.

"Teacher, thank you so much for all your helpful advice," 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 with a smile, calmly watching my prey fall like a predator swarming to devour it. When I heard her rubbing her forehead and saying it was getting late and she might need to catch a ride, I kindly suggested she go back. Thus, the girl, who had fallen into a deep sleep less than five minutes after boarding the vehicle, became the pitiful and hungry experimental animal in the cage.

Her fleshy body lay motionless in her arms, slowly placed on a soft wool mattress in the meticulously arranged room. The room was painted a pale yellow, with bookshelves, tables and chairs, and a television on the bedside table, but no windows. Four semi-circular black plastic shells were installed in the four corners of the ceiling.

Sitting in front of the screen, she quietly watched as someone slowly awoke from their sleep. Oh, and the soft, wriggling body that had made a mess of the bed while asleep. The moment she opened her eyes, accompanied by unknown fear, she pounded on the thickly sound-absorbing walls, pacing anxiously and frantically around the room.

Everything was perfectly presented on the screen through four cameras, much like a lab rat placed in a maze, panicking as it faced its cruel experiment. Lust was already ignited by the thrill of the crime and the fear of being the test subject; blood filled every space of the corpora cavernosa 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 bright screen, her panicked, almost insane appearance.

Her breasts jiggled more violently as she ran, her swaying hips causing her round, plump buttocks to twist back and forth like a mesmerizing pendulum. Sweat-soaked, dark brown hair clung to her terrified face. Waves of trembling traveled from his lower body to his upper body. His eyes were fixed on the screen, and as his prey moved in fear, the tingling sensation of thousands of ants biting his flesh on his over-excited penis made his whole body tremble violently. After an unknown amount of time spent rubbing and kneading, a burst of intense, forceful rubbing against the penis caused a large amount of milky white fluid to spray onto the floor in front of the screen, forming a sticky, paste-like area. The slightly subsided lust couldn't stop the wicked, cruel claws reaching out to the poor little animal before me… I
quietly placed my fingers on the sensor on the wall, and the hidden door was slowly pushed open by strong hands. Before me were the eyes we often exchanged in class, but now, on one side was a terrified experimental animal, and on the other, a predator with only the most wicked and lewd thoughts in his mind. "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, rough hands began to tear off her top. The taut clothes were instantly ripped into messy pieces scattered around the edge of the bed, and her denim shorts were thrown onto the floor far from 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 days, biting her arms or breasts hard with my teeth, causing the female student to scream almost hysterically. The louder she screamed, the more excited I became. My surging lust not only tensed all my muscles but also caused my penis, which had just ejaculated, to become erect again, almost vertically. The veins crawling along the penis clung tightly to the foreskin like a spider web. The glans, engorged with blood, was a pinkish semi-circle. The penis was as hard as a rock. My mind would go blank intermittently, desperately wanting to devour every last drop of my prey.

Ignoring the girl'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 groin. I couldn't bear it any longer. With a powerful thrust of my hips, I slid my hard penis directly into her wet, moist vagina, all the way to her cervix. The vibrations from her body traveled through my entire being, filling me with an overwhelming urge to reproduce. I began to wildly twist my groin, 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, sobs, and a plea for more, brought my primal instincts to their peak. I moved my arms between her waists, treating her like an inflatable doll, using her lifeless body as a weapon, thrusting my penis, tightly lodged inside her, in and out of her vagina, up and down, the mattress creaking from the violent shaking. "You... demon... ah..." I forcefully thrust my penis straight into her cervix again, the intense pain and pleasure of the impact causing her to scream and moan desperately. "Ah!" "Ah!"

I pulled my penis out of her body, roughly turning her over and 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, making her face towards my penis in a worshipful manner, begging it to end this terrible, nightmarish sexual ritual.

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

"Slut, your juices are still flowing," the thick, slippery secretions coated my penis, the wet, sticky sensation indirectly stimulating every inch of the skin, making me thrust uncontrollably again. I grabbed the woman's loose brown hair from her shoulders, pulling and twisting her head, which was emitting lewd cries.

Now, only the most primal biological instincts and screams remained between us. I used all my strength to thrust violently back and forth into her still-milking, warm, and wet vagina, the powerful impact reaching its deepest point.

The pleasure of each thrust against her cervix traveled from the tip of my penis throughout my body, driving me to a frenzied, almost manic urge to tear the flesh beneath me apart. She clung to her body with her last vestiges of consciousness, desperately trying to release herself from this insatiable lust. I thrust my hips back and forth with all my might, losing count of how many times, how many thousands of thrusts, until a warm sensation, from head to toe, quietly gathered in my penis, making it feel hot and itchy like never before. I pounded into her body violently, my internal organs churning. Suddenly, I felt a spasm pause, and less than a millisecond later, my semen gushed out like a waterfall, filling the entire vaginal space. The ejaculation lasted for five minutes, until the girl's vagina was completely filled with my thick, white semen. As I contentedly withdrew my penis, thick fluid dripped slowly down my inner thighs like a stream from the vaginal opening.

I only felt a sliver of clarity after withdrawing my penis from her vagina; the girl before me had already fallen into a deep sleep. My penis was still covered in a milky white, viscous mixture of semen and vaginal secretions. The pleasure was so alluring; I was so eager to see how she would behave next time. 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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