Humiliating the arrogant female professor

Humiliating the arrogant female professor—
her face was like a full moon, fair and tall, with willow-leaf eyebrows, almond eyes, and rosy cheeks. My homeroom teacher! Her taste was elegant, her clothes fashionable, and her speech naturally exuded an intellectual beauty. Such a beauty made me burn with desire and ejaculate instantly at midnight. But despite her peach-like beauty, she possessed an icy aura that deterred others. My chance to get close to her came uninvited during the summer vacation.

That day, the teaching building closed too early, only 9 o'clock! I was trapped inside. Just as I was about to go back to the classroom to sleep on the floor, I discovered a mature and voluptuous beauty in front of me—her hair was loosely tied in a noblewoman's bun, she wore a pure black sleeveless short-sleeved shirt, blue jeans, and crystal sandals. Her fair toes and bright red nail polish shimmered with a bewitching luster in the dim light. My gaze lingered greedily on her firm, full buttocks and perfect leg curves, and her unusually fair hands, painted with silver-gray nail polish. Incidentally, I always get an erection whenever I see a woman with such long, delicate fingers.

My throat went dry; "Guard! Guard!"

That damn guard, he must have gone home early. Maybe it's just the two of us in this building…

I looked at her full neck and flowing black hair, and made a silent decision. While she was still impatiently banging on the guardhouse window, I slapped her on the neck. She collapsed to the ground, letting out a soft "Ah."

I scooped up this mature woman's radiant, youthful body and carried her to her office on the second floor. Gazing at her vibrant red lips, I almost tore her thin clothes off and took her on the way.

After walking for what seemed like forever, I finally opened her office door, turned on the desk lamp, pulled back the black leather sofa, and stripped naked. The undulating female body before me, once an unattainable sacred place, was now about to groan beneath me! Gazing at the deep cleavage of her breasts, I pulled her pure black sleeveless blouse from her waistband, gently caressing her smooth, warm, and fair abdomen, feeling her skin.

Lifting the blouse up, I was astonished to find she wasn't wearing a bra!

Her dark red areolas bounced incessantly with her two full, white breasts, and my penis throbbed with pleasure, almost ejaculating. She seemed to sense this and let out a soft moan. I panicked; she had attacked from behind, and I wasn't so sure I could subdue her from the front. I quickly looked around and found two pure white handkerchiefs under her desk. I grabbed her slender hands and tied them to the back of the sofa. Now she was slumped in the comfortable, large sofa, her breasts heaving, a charming smile on her face…

I stared intently at her perfect little feet, deciding to start playing with her from there. I freed my penis, grasped her delicate ankles, and gently clamped my purplish-black, long penis between the insteps of her fair, smooth feet. I took a deep breath and gently wiggled her jade-like feet, my waist moving in rhythm with them, feeling a dizzying pleasure. A faint smile appeared on her face; perhaps it was a little ticklish. Under the dim light, her crystal sandals shimmered with a captivating luster. Before reaching climax, I stopped my assault. A small stream of milky white semen slowly dripped from my penis onto the instep of her foot, flowing down the sandal strap to the sole.

Now that things had come to this, I had no more scruples. I unbuckled her belt and pulled her expensive sapphire blue jeans down to her ankles. Like peeling a tender onion, her soft, white, smooth, long, and voluptuous legs were exposed to my burning gaze. She had protected them well all summer, and I had only seen them today.

I triumphantly poked her silk black panties with my penis. She frowned slightly, waking up. "Husband, no..." Seeing my naked body and large glans, she panicked for a moment, but quickly realized the situation.

"You..." Her phoenix eyes turned cold, radiating authority, but her naked, smooth, and delicate body was so utterly helpless.

A surge of violence and lust welled up within me. I slapped her across the face, and with my other hand, I gripped her breast and twisted it hard. She groaned in pain, her delicate brows furrowing slightly. "Teacher's naked body is so beautiful, you must have been fucked by many men, I envy your husband so much!"

"Don't pretend you're so noble, aren't you going to be fucked by me until you're dripping wet? I'm going to play you to death today!

I will fuck you! Okay, my teacher Song?"

She spat disdainfully, "Useless brat, scum!"

I just gently slid my already red and swollen, purplish-blue, veiny penis on her smooth, plump, and warm thighs. Her face flushed red and then turned pale, but she still tried to remain calm.

"Let go of my hand, I'll help you solve the problem. Don't do anything rash!"

I laughed as I untied her left hand, grasped her soft hand to prevent her from moving, and pressed my erection into her palm. She turned her face to the side, her almond-shaped cheeks flushed, her smooth, soft hand barely able to hold my penis. She gently stroked it, deliberately squeezing tightly each time she reached the glans. My glans secreted a clear, sticky fluid, lubricating her movements. I breathed softly, "Teacher, your technique is so good. Have you done this many times for your husband? You little slut!"

Her breathing became slightly rapid, and her hand movements became impatient and rough, her snow-white breasts rippling. My hands began to wander... Her thighs felt warm and soft like jade.

"No!" She tightened her grip, causing my penis to ache, and I had to withdraw my hands from her fleshy thighs.

But, it felt so good!

Under the dim light, the woman's jade-like hand and the boy's penis slid together, making lewd, squelching sounds, a symphony of teacher and student's soft panting. I don't know how much time passed, but my mind went blank. My penis throbbed violently, and spurts of hot, thick, white fluid shot into my teacher's delicate hand. My penis went limp in her small grasp. I wanted to pull away before ejaculating again, but she expertly held onto my penis tightly. The fishy smell of semen mingled with the scent of the "poison" she used. The semen in her hand stained my wedding ring. The once platinum ring was now covered in the filthy semen of another man.

"Teacher Song... will you call the police?" My lust subsided, and I regained some of my rationality.

"Let me go!" Her left hand couldn't free her right, and she glared at me. That look was beautiful; it contained the desolation of being humiliated, the anger of being offended, a touch of determination, and... a touch of allure.

"Will you call the police?"

"If you have the guts to do something like this, what are you afraid of the police for? You don't even have the guts to rape, you're a useless bastard!"

My anger and lust had already been released with my semen, but seeing the disdain in her eyes, my anger and my penis simultaneously became hard and burning. I suddenly flipped over and pinned her down. Before she could scream, my left hand gripped her snow-white neck, and my right hand pinched her cheeks, kissing her rosy, full lips. I desperately sucked on her sweet saliva and delicate tongue.

My thick penis pressed against her lower abdomen, eager to move. This pressure made her let out a muffled groan.

"You say I'm useless? I'll show you how useless I am!" I skillfully used my penis to pull aside her small black silk panties and forcefully thrust inside.

She cried out, the intense pain of being penetrated by the thick, hard object and the psychological blow causing the last bit of calm on her face to be replaced by fear. While I experienced the pleasure of revenge and humiliation from her expression, the dryness of her vagina also caused me pain, and the pleasure on my penis was extremely limited. I slowly withdrew, sneering, "If you don't want to be fucked to pieces, get it wet first, Teacher Song!"

I pinched her cheek, knelt on her lower abdomen, and my purplish-black glans gleamed evilly under the light. She had already guessed my intention, and her legs desperately pressed against my back, but unfortunately, she was still weak and powerless from the shock, and her jeans also restricted her movements, which only allowed me to appreciate the beauty of her biting back. I smiled and pinched her thigh, "Good girl, I'll make you feel good again later."

I reached out and pressed her head down, my penis chasing her cherry lips. She desperately tried to escape, her elegant updo cascading down, the loose strands clinging to her flushed, sweaty cheeks, adding to her alluring beauty. I impatiently slapped her lightly across the face, the effect surprisingly effective; I guessed she'd been pampered since childhood and had never been hit before. I slapped her again, her delicate brows furrowing in pain and fear. With a light, lewd thrust of my hips, a purplish-red penis pressed against her lips. I threatened, "Suck it, or I'll disfigure you!"

She shook her head frantically, refusing to speak.

I glanced around, then casually pulled out a pen and shoved it into her tightly closed lips, forcing her teeth to chatter. In excruciating pain, she finally yielded, obediently begging for mercy, "Don't do this, I've never even done this for my husband..."

I grasped her breasts, secretly admiring their fullness, firmness, and smooth, creamy texture. Suddenly, I squeezed hard, and the white, smooth flesh peeked out from between my fingers, the dark red nipples hardening in my palm. She cried out in pain, "No!"

I seized the opportunity and thrust inside. Compared to her dry vagina just now, the warm, wet sensation in her mouth was undoubtedly much more pleasurable. I grabbed her hair and began to thrust wildly, each stroke reaching straight to her throat!

Her free left hand broke free from my grasp, gripped the base of my penis, and forcefully pushed me away, coughing and gagging. "Please, I... I'll give you oral sex, don't be so rough..."

"Yours is too big, I can't take it..."

I teased smugly. "What's too big? If you don't tell me, I'll have to do it myself, okay?"

"Your cock..." she whispered. Hearing the intellectually beautiful associate professor utter such a vulgarity, I felt a surge of heat throughout my body, and my already enormous penis grew even larger. Her eyes welled up with tears. Trembling, she reached out and grasped my testicles, opening her cherry-like mouth wide to suck on my shaft.

"Good, Professor Song, you're amazing! How come you've never done oral sex before! You must have a talent for being a slut, otherwise how could you make your student so infatuated? Ah... it feels so good, so comfortable!"

"Mmm... mmm..." The woman let out a muffled groan, indistinguishable between pain and pleasure.

In the office at midnight, the beautiful Song Shuzhen was vigorously sucking her student's penis, making smacking sounds. Her red lips parted with my thrusts, and white saliva slowly dripped down with the thick shaft. Although her behavior resembled that of a harlot, she still retained a noble and intellectual air. Because I had tied her up, she couldn't move too much, but the touch of her lips and teeth on my penis was still intoxicating. Even more surprising was that her left hand unconsciously caressed my testicles, and slowly, her movements became more skillful.

Her saliva sizzled, and she let out inexplicable low moans. Looking at the fine wrinkles on her fair face, I suddenly realized that the woman before me was a wife and mother, a mature woman twenty years older than me. This indescribable feeling was a mixture of pity and excitement. I lowered my head and gently kissed her forehead, reaching out to tease her nipples. Her eyes also began to become complicated. Suddenly, she bit down, startling me. I pulled back, about to retaliate, when she sighed softly, "You know, I was originally planning to bite your cock off..."

She lightly licked the glans, glistening with her saliva, with her soft, red tongue, then swallowed the thick, shiny, ugly thing. I closed my eyes, enjoying the waves of pleasure surging through my groin. The scent of her expensive perfume wafted into my nostrils in the quiet night...

"Delicious, isn't it, Ms. Song!"

An uncontrollable urge rose from the depths of my body. I held my dear Ms. Song's head in my hands, thrusting my hips, and spurts of semen erupted. She choked, pushing me away, coughing incessantly. But my semen was endless, wave after wave of hot, sticky white fluid splashing onto her eyes, the hollows of her nose, her forehead, her cheeks, her eyebrows, the corners of her eyes, her chin, her lips... I ejaculated for about 30 seconds before finally stopping. Under the light, the semen flowing from the corners of her mouth was as white as jade, thick and silky, mixed with saliva and containing countless tiny bubbles. The drops of semen in her hair shimmered like stars.

She gurgled, trying to spit out the semen, but I persuaded her, "Teacher, semen is very clean and nutritious, and facial ejaculation is very good for your skin."

There was so much semen that she only swallowed a small portion, most of it gushing out from the corners of her mouth.

Her hair, already disheveled from her struggle, now clung even more messily to her semen-covered cheeks, making her appear even more alluring and seductive. My already limp penis miraculously became erect.

"Teacher, I love you," I murmured, burying my face in her snow-white breasts.

"I hate you, you little pervert," she said, her pretty face, covered in semen, revealing no expression.

“Then, I’ll do something the teacher will like.”

I inserted my index and middle fingers into the teacher’s already wet and hot vagina, gently probing and pinching. She involuntarily gasped, “Stop!”

She gripped my hard penis tightly, afraid I would penetrate her. I only poked her vagina once, and she let go. I saw her hands, painted with silver-purple nail polish, gripping the leather of the sofa, and her plump legs curled up beneath me. I knew that after being ravaged by me for so long, the middle-aged woman’s sexual desire had been ignited. However, her good upbringing and the pride of being a student’s teacher prevented her from admitting her desires. As long as I fully aroused her sexual desire, I could truly possess my most sexy and charming Professor Song!

I knew she was sensitive to pain, so with one hand I roughly yet gently played with her already wet valley, while the other slapped her thigh hard. She hurriedly wiped the white semen from her eyes, glaring at me, "What are you doing? It hurts!"

"Is that so?"

I scooped out a large clump of glistening fluid, pointing to a large puddle of semen on the black leather sofa, "But teacher, your body is still very honest!"

Tears welled in her eyes, and she slapped me across the face.

"Smack!"

She was stunned, because I could have easily dodged this slow, weak slap.

I took the opportunity to thrust forward, my hard penis once again visiting the teacher's vagina. This time, I truly felt the smoothness and sweetness of a mature woman, layer upon layer of hot, moist flesh tightly enveloping my burning hardness. The pleasure of oral sex is mainly in the pleasure of abusing a woman. But it never quite reaches this level!

She trembled, then gritted her teeth and said, "I'll definitely send you, you beast, to prison!" She then turned her head, covered in semen stains, with a resolute expression. On the surface, it could indeed make me impotent, but who has ever seen a mature woman threatening me while simultaneously writhing her body to cooperate with my thrusting and raping?

"Okay, watch carefully how I rape you, my dear Teacher Song, Professor Song, Sister Song."

I withdrew my penis, now covered in her fluids. This time, I adjusted the lamp, the scorching light shining directly on our joined bodies. I raised my gleaming glans and slowly approached her thick, purplish-black labia. She closed her eyes tightly but didn't flinch. I knew this was her limit of submission; her personality would never allow her to actively seek pleasure. I lewdly turned her semen-stained face and slowly sank into a paradise.

Her fair legs, which I had spread wide, suddenly clamped tightly around my waist.

Suddenly, I pulled the towel from behind the chair that was binding her right hand, thus dismantling her excuse of being bound and humiliated. "You're really not resisting anymore, good teacher, now I'm going to start fucking you. Remember, this is your own choice!"

A blush spread across her face, and her body went limp. I lifted her long, slender legs and placed them on my shoulders, then thrust hard into her waist, making a soft "glug" sound. Her body began to tremble uncontrollably, as if a small mouth was sucking on my penis. At first, I only moved gently, but soon the female teacher beneath me began to twist her slender waist unsatisfied. I began to thrust forcefully, each time causing her labia to turn inside out, revealing tender pink flesh, each time bringing out granular white fluid, each time reaching her cervix, each time making a smooth slapping sound as skin collided, each time eliciting gasps from this proud and noble female professor—gasps far more captivating than any moaning I had ever heard.

My hands ceaselessly caressed her fair breasts and snow-white skin, and with each thrust, more and more of her hair clung to her face. Gradually, I grew tired, so I lowered her legs and took the most direct approach. I pulled down her panties, soaked with her semen, and slowly, deeply penetrated her body. I lay on her voluptuous naked body, tearing the black short-sleeved shirt piled up around her neck to gently wipe away the thick semen that was beginning to harden.

Her breathing quickened. Our necks intertwined, our fingers locked, my face brushing against her flushed cheeks, our breaths mingling, my sweat mingling with her mature, alluring scent. We were inseparable. Our bodies rolled on the large sofa chair, soaked with her semen. Her breasts were piled high like snow-capped mountains, her arms wrapped around my body, her thighs tightly wrapped around my waist, and my feet slipped into her trousers, pressing against hers. One of her crystal sandals had been kicked off, leaving only one dangling from her small foot, making a clattering sound as it hit the desk.

As dawn broke, I finally ejaculated again, and before that, she had already reached orgasm three times. What was infuriating was that each time she would scratch my back until it bled with her beautiful fingernails.

"Did I fuck you good, teacher?"

I asked as I drifted off to sleep, only to hear a satisfied sigh.

We were both jolted awake by her phone. "Wife, it's 3 a.m., where are you?" Her pretty face instantly turned deathly pale, and I could feel her soft body trembling slightly. My limp penis slid out of her labia with the semen. I could feel that the noble, unapproachable professor, the woman who was now a wife and mother, returning. And I was powerless to stop it. We weren't even in a relationship of adultery. After last night, I had a taste of pleasure, and I was willing to pay any price just to have her a few more moments.

She made up a lie and hung up. Strangely, I wasn't worried about whether she would send me to jail, but rather about her attitude towards me.

To my surprise, she merely gestured for me to get off her. I stared blankly at her. "You were a virgin before yesterday, right? How come there's so much semen! It's filthy." She took out tissues from the drawer beside her and began wiping the stains off her body, giving a self-deprecating laugh. "Oh well, just consider it like I paid for a gigolo."

"You're just going to let it go like that? You don't hate me?"

Her beautiful eyes turned cold. "Just consider it like being bitten by a mad dog."

Damn it, seeing her unapproachable expression, my penis started to harden again.

She spat lightly at this. "Put on your clothes!"

"So what if I don't?" I took a step forward, my glans bulging with veins in the dim light of dawn. She flicked her finger, her expression rather flippant. "If you're not wearing anything, then get out of here naked!"

"How could you bear to do that, teacher! I'm still your little lover—your one-night stand!" I said with a grin.

"I don't care if you die!" Her red lips pouted, looking extremely pretty.

"It's all your fault! My clothes are covered in filth!" she exclaimed angrily.

Her pants were alright, with only a few inconspicuous stains, but her t-shirt was completely stained and torn by me. If she went out wearing that, she'd probably be gang-raped within 50 meters. Helpless, she pulled a long coat from her closet and put it on, revealing her delicate yet mature naked body underneath. I slowly put on my clothes and followed her to the bathroom to wash up. She pulled a yolk-colored handkerchief from her purse, dampened it, and carefully removed my stains in front of the mirror. Then she started touching up her makeup. I noticed she was using a dark purple lipstick, a color that added a touch of allure to her face. Seeing me staring at her blankly, she kicked me!

I cried out in pain, but secretly felt a surge of triumph—her shoe still had my semen inside!

Suddenly, footsteps echoed in the hallway—it was that damned yet adorable gatekeeper! We both instinctively chose to hide in the women's restroom. Knowing she wouldn't dare make a sound, I hid in the same stall and indulged my lust. I tightly embraced her warm, soft body, my hands roaming freely over her delicate form. She bit my shoulder, and cold sweat broke out on my back. That teacher!

While the gatekeeper patrolled the fourth floor, we quietly slipped away. I went back to my dorm, and she went to buy some decent clothes.

That day, I waited blankly in the classroom, mentally prepared for arrest.

At ten o'clock sharp, she arrived on time to teach us, dressed in a black dress. Her gaze was indifferent, as if she had never been violated by me, as if the woman writhing beneath me was someone else, as if I were still the average student in her eyes. I should be grateful for her indifference; it meant she didn't intend to send me to prison. But why did my mouth feel so dry?

I thought, I'm already hopelessly addicted to her body. She can't just abandon me like this; I will not let it go!

But afterwards, she always came and went in a hurry, and always in her own car, so I couldn't even follow her.

I gradually went crazy. One sunny Wednesday, I handed her a nominal leave slip in person, which read : "

Dear Teacher Song Shuzhen:

Your student is lovesick for your perfect body. My big penis has been hard for 36 hours due to excessive thirst. If you don't want me to die in front of you, please stay at our usual place tonight and have a chat with me. Also, I have a shirt here that you wore, covered in semen stains. I'm sure you won't let it fall into the hands of migrant workers and enjoy their greetings.

Your lover, your student, your adulterer

. P.S. If you don't come, I'll wait until my semen fills your office door!"

I hid in the bathroom I'd used before, escaping the security guard's patrol, my heart filled with anticipation. Then, the guard's footsteps faded into the distance. I sat on the floor, head bowed, waiting…

Throughout the night, I stared countless times at the cold, hard wooden door of her office, hoping she would suddenly push it open and meet me. But all I received was a cold dawn.

In a fit of rage, I pulled out my penis and ejaculated onto the glass of her office door. Seeing the white, cloudy semen flowing out, my sorrow was overwhelming. I returned to my classroom in despair, slumped onto my desk, and drifted off to sleep.

In my hazy state, someone approached and gently patted my shoulder. I looked up blankly, and suddenly the person covered my mouth and nose with their hand. A familiar, metallic smell filled my nostrils and mouth—the smell of semen.

I immediately snapped awake. There stood the voluptuous Ms. Song, smiling, wiping a handful of white, cloudy semen onto a tissue. She wore a light blue shirt and a beige miniskirt, revealing a pair of long, jade-like legs.

I was so overjoyed that I forgot all about pouncing on the teacher and taking advantage of her.

She laughed and scolded, "You little rascal, you really did shoot on my door." Just as I was about to rush over and grope her, she said seriously, "If you take one more step closer, I'll leave immediately."

"I hope you've forgotten what happened that day. I'm an old woman now." (I interrupted, "No, you're the most charming woman in my eyes!")

"I won't let you touch me again, but..."

I had already given up hope, but the teacher's words cheered me up.

A cold smile appeared on Song Shuzhen's voluptuous face. "I know someone can take my place. You can use her to vent your frustrations later."

I was extremely disappointed and became violent. "I want you, I want you!" I rushed forward and pushed down my beautiful and incomparable teacher, Song. A hint of viciousness flashed in her eyes. "You can have me again, but from now on you must obey my orders, ah..."

I lifted her short skirt, revealing a narrow red triangle of panties, and kissed her plump vulva. Her breathing gradually intensified, and she uttered a name that left me dumbfounded: "Li Hongwei."

I was shocked. She looked at the ceiling and sneered: "Listen to your teacher, and I'll help you get that pretending to be innocent little bitch. Don't tell me you don't want her..."

Li Hongwei was our hearing teacher. She had long, flowing hair, an oval face, and clear, bright eyes. She wasn't as seductive as Song Shuzhen, but she was very elegant. She looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, but in reality, she was already a wife and mother. She was my dream girl. Although I didn't know why or how Teacher Song wanted me to sleep with her, the possibility still excited me. Teacher Song had never explained the reason to me, but I guessed it was probably jealousy!

A gurgling sound rang out.

"Damn it, why isn't he coming yet?" The female professor, tormented by humiliation and anxiety, had beads of sweat on her pretty face. Her long, wavy hair gently brushed against the man's lower abdomen with the sway of her head. When it touched the wet, saliva-soaked penis, the female professor had no choice but to smooth the hair that clung to her forehead and the man's genitals back, unaware that her charming and feminine movements made the man's penis even harder.

Feeling the man's breathing become heavier, the female professor quickened her sucking on her student's penis, her legs, which had been kneeling on the cold marble floor for a long time, ached.

Glistening saliva dripped slowly onto the floor as her rosy lips were turned over by the penis. The female professor could only feel the taste of her wine-red lipstick and the man's semen mingling in her mouth, transforming into a burning, hard, and infinitely expanding erection.

"Hurry up, class is about to start," a teasing voice rang out.

In her panic, the female professor accidentally bit the man's penis. "Fuck you, a teacher for a reason? I've taught you so many times and you still can't learn. Use your lips! Use your throat! Use your hands!" "

Oh..." the man groaned in pleasure. The female professor seemed reluctant to use her hands to make him ejaculate; only when she was cornered would she willingly use her well-maintained jade-like hands to stroke the male student's penis. Just seeing her alabaster-white hands sliding across the man's thick, red penis was already a great visual treat, let alone the female professor's agile and powerful movements. One hand caressed the scrotum, the other stroked the coronal sulcus; just a few movements were enough to almost make the man ejaculate.

"Teacher, your movements are so practiced. Do you often do this for your husband?"

That's right, the female professor's husband is almost sexually frigid; every sexual encounter between them begins with his wife initiating masturbation. This is precisely why the female professor is unwilling to perform masturbation on male students. It constantly reminds her of her tragic fate—being a wife yet forced to provide sexual services to her students makes her feel like a…prostitute.

In reality, neither oral sex nor masturbation is as pleasurable as direct penetration of the female professor's vagina. However, the image of the alluring and intellectual female professor kneeling before him, her cold and arrogant mask shed revealing an expression of humiliation and pain, satisfies the man's desire for desecration. Therefore, before any extensive reading class, a pre-class ejaculation becomes a mandatory task for both the female professor and the male student, and ejaculation must be completed before the bell rings. So far, the female professor has a 5-0 record of success and a 0-0 record of failure. Although ejaculating into the female professor's mouth and forcing her to swallow his semen is pleasurable, the repeated defeats still leave him quite displeased.

The female professor unleashed her ultimate move, using her thumb and forefinger to make a circular motion, rotating and kneading the rosy, full penis.

When she noticed the man's penis throbbing violently, she quickly brought it to her mouth, her smooth, fragrant tongue licking the large glans. A blush unconsciously spread across her cool, beautiful face; she could almost taste the familiar, slippery texture of the man's semen. "Almost over..." The relief and an inexplicable pleasure made her smile. Although the man began to breathe heavily, he still didn't give in.

"Ring ring ring ring..." The phone rang abruptly. While the female professor was momentarily stunned, the man seized the opportunity to withdraw his penis, releasing his desire with great pleasure. Streams of hot, white semen sprayed onto the female professor's face, her smooth forehead, her delicate nose, and her jet-black hair. Thick, paste-like semen covered her face, and even her brown cotton knee-length skirt was speckled with the sticky, fishy liquid. "Ah..." The female professor, belatedly realizing what was happening, finally closed her eyes and screamed. She hurriedly grabbed a wet wipe she had prepared and began wiping herself.

"Do you want everyone to see you looking so lewd? I'll be jealous, you know," the male student teased, clearly in high spirits. 1:5, they'd evened the score!

"Hehe, don't forget today's individual tutoring... my dear teacher." The male student was met with a wet wipe smeared with semen.

Turning back to the classroom, leaving the flustered professor to clean up the mess, she was destined to be late for class.

After the students had been making a ruckus in the classroom for about ten minutes, the female professor, her left eye slightly red, finally arrived. The boys sitting below the podium, listening to her nonsensical story about sand in her eyes, seemed to understand—it was probably semen that had gotten into her eyes. By then, the female professor had finally composed herself and began the lesson. Just then, she noticed the boy fiddling with his sideburns and winking at her. In an instant, the stern and aloof female professor returned to her, glaring at the boy with hatred. "Where are you looking?!"

The boy gave a mocking smile, mouthing, "I didn't wipe the semen off my hair." The female professor, realizing what was happening, blushed instantly.

"Excuse me, students, please study for a while." Seeing the plump, white thighs peeking out from under the professor's skirt as she hurriedly turned away, the boy's previously limp penis began to stir again, a large bulge rising in his crotch. The girl sitting next to him glanced at it out of the corner of her eye, then turned away disdainfully. This girl, named Li Hongwei, was pure and beautiful, possessing top-tier qualities even in a place like the Foreign Languages Department, where beauties abound. Naturally, she was arrogant and disdainful of the boy's lewd thoughts about Professor Song, whom she admired most. "

Damn it!" the boy roared, "You little bitch, pretending to be virtuous! One day I'll make you wish you were dead under my crotch!"

Professor Song Shitong, who had finally returned, began her lesson with trepidation.

Her clear and magnetic voice rang out in the classroom. The professor, who had been repeatedly embarrassed, felt as if the students' gazes were saying, "We've seen your lewd behavior, what are you pretending for!" Several male students' eyes were also constantly fixed on her thighs, and she unconsciously tugged at her skirt several times, trying to cover her ample legs.

Her teaching was predictably subpar. And that wretched boy, pretending to be eager to learn, grabbed her to ask a question, his lecherous eyes fixed on her chest, his shifty gaze seemingly able to penetrate her dark brown suit. She wanted to yell, "You've seen what's underneath, haven't you?" but quickly realized her thoughts were bordering on flirting, and a chill ran down her spine.

"Teacher, can I ask you for oral English tutoring again after class today?"

"Ah, sure, you can come to my office."

Ignoring Li Hongwei's jealous and disdainful gaze, the male student secretly reached out and pinched the female professor's round, full buttocks beneath her short skirt. The female professor suppressed the urge to scream and quickly walked away from him. She lowered her head, biting her lip, her mind in turmoil—in that instant, besides panic and embarrassment, she felt a surge of hot, throbbing pleasure.

She wondered if she had any condoms left in her desk. If not, should she go out and buy some? The male student's brute force wouldn't care about getting her pregnant. Thinking of his forceful and rough penetration, the female professor felt a strange sense of anticipation for lunch. Finally, the first long lecture ended, and the female professor returned to her office blankly. After locking the door, she opened the drawer and rummaged through it. There was only one left; it probably wouldn't be enough.

Based on her understanding of that lecherous beast, he would always go at least until he was completely exhausted, requiring at least five condoms for safety.

"Boss, give me a box of large condoms." Actually, Song Shitong really disliked the shop owner. The middle-aged bald man's gaze was always sticky and lingering on her, making her feel disgusted, like she'd swallowed a fly.

But this was the only health product store near the school.

"Okay, here's your change of 34 yuan." While handing over the change, the owner took the opportunity to grope her hand. The female professor fled in panic.

The female professor, hiding in her office, kicked off her beautiful but extremely uncomfortable pointed high heels and lazily curled up on the large black leather sofa, letting the annoying late spring sunlight fall on her delicate ankles. She covered her burning cheeks with her hands and couldn't help but sigh. When exactly did she become the mistress, or rather, the sex slave, of that male student who, apart from his astonishingly large penis, was utterly plain in appearance and figure…?

The early spring sunlight lazily shone through the glass of the eighth floor of the outer courtyard, illuminating her brown calfskin high-top boots. The short-collared leather jacket, cushioned beneath her plump, white body, was crumpled beyond recognition. Only a pure white wool sweater lay neatly piled up beside it. Their original owner was bearing an unbearable weight in her life.

Her slender, delicate hands were helplessly held in place by the man's hands on her smooth abdomen. His index and middle fingers parted her pink labia, and his thick, purplish-black penis throbbed and danced between them. The female professor's two fair, plump thighs drooped limply over my shoulders. Her black bra, already stained with milky white semen, was pushed up to her chest, and the two purplish nipples on her full breasts were already red from the man's vigorous rubbing.

"Fuck you to death, fuck you!" With each powerful thrust of my burning penis, the female professor's snow-white, plump buttocks were slapped slightly red from the forceful impact. Glistening vaginal fluid splashed onto the cold marble floor, reflecting a lewd sheen. Saliva mixed with the man's semen dripped from her cold, proud face, her red lips trembling with shame, slowly flowing down with her baby-like cries and gasps. Despite the coldness beneath her skin, why did her body feel so hot inside…?

Song Shitong understood that it was her status as a female professor in the foreign language department that had turned the student before her into a beast, and this immoral humiliation and stimulation gave her a subtle, sinful pleasure. Even though it was rape, she, a married woman, couldn't help but think, "Young men are indeed powerful…"

Having slept with the noble female professor on her first time, this perpetual virgin felt immense pleasure from the bottom of her heart.

"You really are a very responsible and good teacher, taking your work of teaching students to become men so seriously," she whispered breathlessly in the professor's ear. The professor turned her head away in disgust, but her ears were clearly red.

"Look, your nipples are already hard, aren't they? Your husband is so lucky to have such an alluring body. But he must be impotent. Your pussy is so tight, the vaginal muscles inside are gripping my cock so hard, sucking and licking, so thirsty! You're such a slutty whore!"

The female teacher suddenly became furious. "You shameless... ptooey!" She spat a mouthful of fragrant saliva onto my face.

I wasn't angry but rather pleased. "Yes, my shameless student is having sex with my slutty teacher right now. We're a perfect match, one shameless and one slutty. Even this spittle has some of my semen in it, hehehehe..." Taking advantage

of the female professor's distraction, I grasped her snow-white, delicate ankle. Her slender, lovely little feet were free of dead skin, and her pretty little toes were painted with a touch of vermilion. "No, don't do this..." The female teacher's voice trembled suddenly. So this is your erogenous zone.

I slowly withdrew my still-hot penis, rubbing it back and forth against the petal-like labia of the female teacher's vulva, gently touching them like a chick pecking at rice. The professor's body, true to its nature, still craved the man's fullness and advances. Her two snowy buttocks pressed against my penis, but I deliberately dodged them, playing with her ankles with both hands, a wicked smile playing on my lips as I stared at her flushed, beautiful face.

"You… let me go," she pleaded weakly, only fueling the man's excitement.

"Don't forget, your whole family's lives are in my hands. If I don't deactivate the explosion order, like the one just happened, your husband and children will be reduced to ashes," the man threatened breathlessly. The

woman's previously limp body tensed again, and the man seized the opportunity to thrust his thick, long penis in all the way!

Almost directly into her uterus.

A churning pain rose to her throat. With each forceful thrust, the female professor's limp body writhed. The illusion that her body would be pierced caused her vagina to tighten. Her rounded calves clamped tightly around the man's waist. The male student, already at the peak of excitement, shouted, "I'm going to cum inside! Catch it, you slut..." and once again ejaculated his hot semen into the proud female professor's vagina. Feeling the impact of the man's semen against the delicate walls of her uterus, the female professor shed tears of despair.

The limp penis slid out of the female professor's flower garden like a venomous snake, and a stream of cloudy liquid, a mixture of the woman's vaginal fluid and the man's semen, slowly flowed from her purplish-red labia. The female professor, her thighs bulging from being violated, could only stare blankly at the ceiling, her mind a complete blank. The man casually used her black silk panties, now pulled down to her ankles, to wipe her genitals. A series of tearing pains brought her back to reality. "You've gotten what you wanted, haven't you? Quickly defuse the bomb."

"Don't rush. I've been serving you all along. Now you should take the initiative and teach your students some sexual knowledge, okay, teacher?"

The female professor lay submissively on the ground like a female dog, her pale arms resting on the only relatively clean piece of clothing—a sweater—slowly swaying her rounded hips, awaiting the man's penetration. The man roughly grabbed her hair, and she arched her snow-white neck. When the man's penis plunged into the female professor's vagina once more, she only let out a low, resigned moan. As the assault ended, the man's semen sprayed onto her slender, alluring bare back. At his command, the female professor struggled to her feet. Her once sleek, glossy black hair was now smeared with his semen and stuck to her chest, her snow-white breasts surrounded by it, a speck of white fluid glistening on her purplish areolas, radiating a lewd glow.

The boy lay sprawled on the floor, on her leather jacket, his bright red penis already erect. Staring at that weapon, as thick as a child's arm, the female professor could hardly believe a boy possessed such a thing. Finally managing to stand, her bare feet were red from the cold floor. The boy nodded, "Put on your shoes, hurry up!"

Even the simple act of bending over to put on shoes was incredibly difficult for the female professor. The slightest movement of her swollen labia caused excruciating pain, and the tearing sensation inside her vagina had become a dull, numb, throbbing feeling she could hardly believe herself. Thinking of her child, the female professor silently apologized to her husband, then grasped his penis, aimed it at her vagina, and sat down. "Ahhhhhhh!" Fortunately, some lubrication remained in her vagina, and the professor began her journey of depravity.

Afraid that her cries would attract attention, the professor bit her left index finger. Her delicate appearance should have evoked pity from most men, but instead, her seductive manner only provoked urging from them: "Move your ass, hurry up."

The female professor slowly traced a circle with her buttocks, then began to writhe back and forth. Her only garment, a black silk bra, slipped down to her waist with each movement, revealing her white breasts and undulating buttocks, overwhelming the man's vision. At this moment, the woman had conquered the man. The professor closed her eyes, letting out soft, panting breaths, unlike some virgins who only knew how to thrust and pound relentlessly.

The professor's movements were sometimes gentle, sometimes intense; her pear-shaped breasts bounced like rabbits. The man felt immense pleasure radiating from his penis throughout his body with each sway of her hips. The warm, moist vaginal walls, with their countless folds like tiny mouths, sucked and caressed, glistening with vaginal fluid that began to splash and drip. Slowly, the professor's body arched backward, her right hand supporting her on the ground, their bodies moving at an obtuse angle.

"Teacher, you're so good, so good, ah, ahhhhh..." the man cried out unconsciously. The female professor, already mentally prepared to surrender herself to the wolf, took the initiative for the first time, her lips and

tongue meeting the man's. Her ten slender, jade-like fingers intertwined with his, her full, white body covering and encompassing his heat and desire. Her breasts pressed tightly against his, her swollen nipples scratching him like pebbles. The faint, mature fragrance of her buttocks and the mingled scent of their bodily fluids created a potent aphrodisiac. In this extremely close and intimate battle, the man was clearly no match for the female professor. After only a few rounds, he could no longer restrain himself, his body beginning to convulse violently. In an instant, the world seemed to lose its weight, and a wave of pleasure, enough to stop the heart from beating, surged through him like a tsunami. A surge of heat erupted violently within the woman's body through his engorged penis.

The female professor, overwhelmed by this surge of semen, went blank. The fear of pregnancy flashed through her mind, but she was immediately conquered by the astonishingly intense, burning pleasure coursing through her vagina. The climax of their shared orgasm escaped through their noses as a high-pitched whimper. The man felt a warm current flow down his penis to his scrotum. Exhausted, the two embraced in silence, like a true married couple.

After a long while, their lips parted, leaving trails of silvery saliva. She breathed weakly for a while before mustering the remaining strength to lift herself off the man. Ignoring the strands of white, sticky fluid still flowing from her trembling labia down her smooth, long, jade-like thighs, she turned and laboriously used her little finger to hook up her semen-stained bra and panties, putting them on one by one. Gazing at the female professor's beautiful bare back and alluring, rosy vulva, the male student felt immense satisfaction—this was the flower valley and vagina of the noble female professor that so many men longed for, and now he had possessed it so easily?

The female professor, having finally managed to dress herself, checked her posture. Although she still looked somewhat disheveled, it was hard for anyone to imagine the humiliation and rape this elegant professor had just endured. Her undergarments, stained with the man's deliberately ejaculated semen, clung tightly to her body, emphasizing her alluring curves and figure to the male student. Beneath her black, warm cotton pantyhose, her alabaster-white legs were covered in deep red bruises left by the man's frenzied kneading. The male student leaned closer, took a deep breath, and exclaimed dramatically, "So fragrant!"

The female professor, of course, knew how filthy her body was. Fragrant? It was probably just the smell of semen.

The man grinned wickedly; toying with a neatly dressed female professor had always been his dream.

"Alright, teacher, let's do it one last time."

"What? You want more? No, I... I can't take it anymore, please spare me." Her weak resistance was useless; the man's iron-like arms tightly embraced the slender waist of the beautiful flesh before her.

"Just stand still."

Feeling something warm squeeze between her legs, the female professor resignedly reached out and gripped the iron railing in front of her, preparing for the next round of sex. "Clamp your legs tighter," the man gently bit the female professor's small earring.

The female professor only saw a still purplish-black mushroom of flesh lewdly thrusting between her black pantyhose. She had never imagined being played with like this from behind; the boy's perversion was clearly far beyond her imagination.

"I've wanted to fuck you like this for a long time," the man's hand gently stroked her clean face, "Teacher, do you remember the time we met on the bus? Actually, it was me who took advantage of the chaos to touch your butt."

The female professor's soft body could only lean against the cold railing in front of her for support. Soon, the penis, its surface dried by the clothes, lost its moisture and luster, the glans appearing wrinkled and dry like a shriveled apple.

"So good!" The man kissed the female teacher's bare, white neck.

The professor remained indifferent to the lewd act unfolding before her, feeling the entire world shrink to the chilling cold of the iron bars before her. As if an eternity had passed, the male student finally ejaculated, leaving only a few drops of semen squeezed from his penis, smearing a large patch of her pantyhose with the cloudy white semen. "Heh, a parting gift for you."

"Where's the bomb?" a hollow voice replied.

“Silly teacher, where would a poor college student like me get the time or experience to do that? Was that explosion just now? That was the construction crew blowing up the building nearby.” Before the female professor could go berserk, the male student pulled out a DV camera from the windowsill, hidden by his clothes. He grinned lewdly and dodged the professor’s struggle. “I’ll relive that wonderful sex moment often. Think about the consequences before you do it.” Unable to ignore the boy’s threat, the female professor slumped weakly to the ground, her vision blurred.

A sudden knock on the door startled her from her reverie. She was about to face yet another act of humiliation.

“Were you waiting long, Professor Song?” Before the office door was even locked, the male student impatiently pressed Song Shitong against the door and began to grope her. His hard penis pressed against the female professor’s buttocks, and even through several layers of clothing, the professor could feel its heat and firmness.

To the male student's surprise, the female teacher appeared exceptionally alluring and captivating. Even before he could knead her breasts, her cheeks flushed, her eyes gleaming with a seductive allure, and her nipples instantly hardened—a clear indication that her body had shifted from resistance to acceptance for the first time. Somewhat incredulous, the male student increased the pressure on her hands.

"Mmm..." The female teacher's bright eyes narrowed slightly, and a warm, fragrant scent, like orchids and musk, wafted from her small, red lips. A surge of inner arousal made her vagina itch, and she unconsciously began rubbing her beautifully shaped legs together. She could feel the shameful wetness on her panties. Since things had already come to this, she decided to let him do as he pleased, treating it as if she had hired a male prostitute (he was incredibly passionate about sex).

If the male student knew the female teacher's thoughts, he would surely have cursed her. But seeing the female teacher, who had always worn a dignified mask, now revealing such allure, his penis almost burst forth from her clothes. Seemingly sensing the intensity of the man's desire, the female professor's legs went weak, almost causing her to collapse.

"Let's do it on the sofa, okay?" Her pleading, accompanied by soft gasps, was impossible to refuse. The male student swept her up from her knees and tossed her onto the large black leather sofa, big enough for one person to lie on. The female professor's brown cotton suit, with its knee-length skirt, slipped down to her waist, revealing her fair thighs, which shimmered with a soft, milky sheen in the midday sun. Her lace purple silk panties were faintly visible. Professor Song chuckled, giving the male student a coquettish glare, and proactively pulled down his jeans, revealing his already engorged and red penis pointing directly at her face.

"You're not wearing underwear again?"

"That's so it's easier when I'm doing it to you."

The female professor pulled a pack of condoms from under the sofa cushion behind her, gently biting one open with her teeth, one hand guiding the penis, the other skillfully pulling down the diaphragm—the whole sequence of movements elegant and refined: undoubtedly a skill exclusive to married women.

The female professor gently sucked on her slender fingers, which were covered in lubricant. Gazing at the man's large, angular glans, the humiliating memories resurfaced. Her tender flesh, swollen and raw from the scraping and ravaging of this weapon, was now ignited by the rough friction. Somewhat infatuated, the professor couldn't help but lightly kiss the glans. "Mmm, it's orange flavored..." The man's eyes instantly changed.

"How do you want to fuck me today, standing or lying down?" His tone remained indifferent, but his words betrayed an uncontrollable hunger and the lustful desire of a beast in heat.

"Kneeling here is fine," the man replied, already trembling with excitement, his face flushed.

Forgetting to remove her cumbersome clothes, the man simply grasped her slender ankles, spreading her plump, long legs wide, lifting her skirt, parting the crotch of her panties, and aiming directly at her purplish labia, intending to thrust inside. "Damn, Professor Song, you're all wet."

"You slut, hold your ass tighter." The male student grabbed the female professor's hand and, as usual, placed it on her round, white buttocks. Her hands were as soft as snow, her fingers as delicate as scallions. The female professor cooperated by spreading her labia majora so that the man could see her pink vagina blooming like a flower.

Pressing her burning face against the back of the sofa, the female professor could feel the hot penis slowly entering her body. The man's throat made a gurgling sound, clearly enjoying himself immensely. The female professor bit her lower lip, suppressing her urge to gasp, and only after letting her guard down did she begin to truly enjoy the impact of the male student's huge penis.

Slowly entering and withdrawing, the man enjoyed the lewd scene before him. A thick, long red penis emerged from the female professor's snow-white buttocks, each thrust causing her delicate purple labia to open and bringing out streams of thick, grayish-white, foamy vaginal fluid. The once unapproachable female professor now lay prostrate before him like a bitch, the black sofa contrasting sharply with her pale skin. Her suit still exuded an air of dignified elegance.

Like pile drivers, the male student's heavy thrusts seemed to penetrate deep into her flower garden with each stroke. The professor felt her heart pounding in her throat, and she could only bite down on a strand of hair at the corner of her mouth, refusing to let go, for any opening of her lips would unleash an uncontrollable, high-pitched, and pleasurable cry that would echo throughout the entire teaching building. Gradually, the slapping sounds of their bodies colliding, the man's heavy breathing, the professor's soft moans, and the gurgling sounds of the penis churning inside her vagina created a symphony of debauchery.

Under the scorching sun, Song Shitong's sweat, glistening with her own fluids, mingled with her movements, soaking the sofa and forming glistening puddles. The mature woman's fragrance mingled with her own nectar, becoming the most potent aphrodisiac, and the male student's actions gradually returned to their former wildness. He used both hands, gently leaving several red marks on the female professor's buttocks.

Roughly lifting her by her slender waist, he pulled her up, leaving her languidly leaning against the sofa back. The male student swayed his hips in circles, attacking the professor's vagina from various angles. The moist, warm walls of her vagina squeezed and sucked at his glans with her trembling. The professor could feel the arteries on his glans throbbing violently, so much so that several times she thought he was about to ejaculate.

The man tightened his grip on the professor's waist, and she felt as if her back was about to break, letting out a tearful groan: "Gently, it hurts so much..."

The man's grip loosened slightly, but his thrusting began to follow a nine-shallow-one-deep rhythm. The professor felt the pleasure within her body gain distinct layers, her body swaying with the rhythm of the man's penis. Her delicate white feet bounced in her high heels, the pink-gold soles dazzling the man's eyes. "So comfortable, so comfortable, I'd die happy even if it were like this. I forgot I was a wife and mother, I forgot my identity."

Suddenly, the man's penis left her vagina, and the unbearable emptiness made the female professor ask, "What's wrong? Are you going to ejaculate?"

The male student frowned. "Look for yourself"—his huge, swollen penis was clearly swollen from being constricted by the condom. "Slut, the condom you bought is too small."

"How come your dick has gotten so much bigger again..." The female professor stared blankly at the penis, which was still covered with her white vaginal fluid foam. She shyly reached out and pulled off the condom. "Then don't wear it, but don't ejaculate inside me, I'm in my fertile period today." The male student's answer was a

rough insertion to the hilt. "Heh, heh," the direct contact between the penis and the vaginal walls after removing the membrane made the man let out a series of low growls. Just a few moments later, the female professor felt the man's penis begin to throb violently. "No, don't ejaculate inside!" she cried out, but her delicate, pretty little feet involuntarily tensed, arching her feet and rising onto her toes, ready to receive the internal ejaculation.

"Catch it, teacher." Streams of hot semen shot from the man's penis, pouring into her tender womb, the heat sending the female professor soaring to orgasm. Her teeth gripped the sofa tightly, her fingers scratching the surface with a hissing sound. A stream of vaginal fluid splattered onto the man's penis, and with the man's final few thrusts, both teacher and student collapsed onto the sofa, too exhausted to even move a finger.

The male student, pressed against the female professor's back, lay limply on the sofa. A mixture of white semen and vaginal fluid gushed from their point of contact, slowly flowing down the professor's legs, over her round, white thighs, her long, slender calves, and her delicate ankles, until it accumulated into two thick white puddles in the soles of her pink-gold shoes. "How was it? Still more enjoyable without a condom, right?" The male student carefully scooped a large glob of slippery fluid from the professor's vagina and flicked it into her black lace-up high heels.

"Ugh, you're such a pervert." The professor's rebuke now sounded more like a coquettish plea.

"You like it too, don't you? Come on, put your shoes on, walk a few steps and let me see." Seeing that the professor lay languidly on the sofa, not moving, the man had no choice. This lovemaking had exhausted all his energy, and he was temporarily unable to have a second round.

"Knock knock knock..." A rapid knocking sounded at the door. "Teacher Song, Teacher Song..." A beautiful, clear girl's voice rang out.

It was Li Hongwei!

The female professor quickly stood up. Despite her haste, her movements to smooth her clothes were still elegant and charming. Unable to deal with the grinning male student, the professor glared fiercely at him, who was still naked from the waist down behind his desk. She reluctantly stepped into her elegant, mature black lace-up high heels, the sticky, slippery feeling spreading from her feet.

"Teacher..." The female student, unwilling to let the male student receive her most respected teacher's personal instruction alone, wanted to join in. Several times she tried to squeeze next to the boy, determined never to let him have any contact with Teacher Song alone—he was a lecher! Letting him be with any woman was dangerous. But to her dismay, the professor's attitude was firm, eventually even pushing and shoving her out of the office. She stomped her foot angrily, not blaming the professor, but instead adding another curse to her mind for that lecher.

What she couldn't see was that as her feet moved inside the shoe, thick, murky male semen was subtly seeping from the shoe's upper. The female professor's toes were extremely uncomfortable soaking in the warm, slippery semen. Her forced smile crumbled after she saw the girl off. She quickly took off her shoe and threw it at the male student with an evil smile. She then sat on the sofa, holding her breath, watching the milky liquid trickle down her delicate, white feet, first in clumps, then in drops, from her toes. The white, milky liquid dripped onto the gray marble floor, splashing into alluring white flowers.

(To be continued)

She had a full, round face, fair and tall, with willow-leaf eyebrows, almond eyes, and rosy cheeks. My homeroom teacher! Her taste was elegant, her clothes fashionable, and her speech naturally exuded an intellectual beauty. Such a beauty made me burn with desire and ejaculate profusely in the middle of the night. But despite her peach-like beauty, she possessed an icy aura that deterred others. My chance to get close to her came unexpectedly during the summer vacation.

The school building closed too early that day, it was only 9 o'clock! I was trapped inside. Just as I was about to go back to the classroom to sleep on the floor, I found a mature and voluptuous woman in front of me—her hair was loosely tied in a noblewoman's bun, she wore a pure black sleeveless short-sleeved shirt and blue jeans. On her feet were a pair of crystal sandals, and the bright red nail polish on her fair toes shimmered alluringly in the dim light. My gaze greedily lingered on her pert, full buttocks and perfect leg curves, as well as her unusually fair hands painted with silver-gray nail polish. Incidentally, every time I see a woman with such long and delicate fingers, I can't help but get an erection.

My throat went dry; "Guard! Guard!"

That damn guard, he must have gone home early, maybe there are only the two of us in this building...

I looked at her full neck and her black hair, and made up my mind. While she was still impatiently banging on the guardhouse glass, I slapped her on the neck. She collapsed to the ground. With a soft "Ah,"

I swept her radiant, youthful body up in my arms and carried her to her office on the second floor. Gazing at her vibrant red lips, I almost tore her thin clothes off and took her.

After what seemed like an eternity, I finally opened her office door, turned on the lamp, pulled back the black leather sofa, and stripped naked. The woman's voluptuous figure before me, once an unattainable sacred place, was now about to moan beneath me! Looking at the deep cleavage of her breasts, I pulled her sleeveless black blouse from her waistband, gently caressing her smooth, warm, white abdomen, feeling her skin.

Lifting the blouse up, I was astonished to find she wasn't wearing a bra!

Two dark red areolas bounced incessantly with her two full, white breasts, and my penis throbbed with pleasure, almost ejaculating. She seemed to notice, letting out a soft moan. I panicked; she had attacked from behind, and I wasn't so sure I could subdue her from the front. I quickly looked around and found two pure white handkerchiefs under her desk. I grabbed her slender hands and tied them behind the sofa. Now she sat slumped in the comfortable, large sofa, her breasts heaving, a seductive smile on her face…

I stared intently at her perfect little feet, deciding to start playing with them from the ground up. I freed my penis, grasped her delicate ankle, and gently clamped my purplish-black, long penis between the insteps of her fair, smooth feet. I took a deep breath, gently swaying her feet, my hips moving in rhythm, feeling a dizzying pleasure. A faint smile appeared on her face; perhaps it was a little ticklish. Under the dim light, her crystal sandals shimmered with a captivating luster. Before reaching climax, I stopped my assault. A small trickle of milky semen slowly flowed from my penis onto the instep, down the sandal strap, and to the sole of her foot.

Now that things had come to this, I had no more reservations. I unbuckled her belt and pulled her expensive sapphire blue jeans down to her ankles. Like peeling a tender onion, her soft, white, smooth, long, and voluptuous legs were exposed to my burning gaze. She had protected them well all summer, and I was only seeing them today.

I triumphantly poked her silky black panties with my penis. She frowned slightly, waking up. "Husband, no..." Seeing my naked body and enormous glans, she panicked for a moment, but quickly realized the situation.

"You..." Her phoenix eyes turned cold, radiating authority, but her naked, soft, and delicate body was so utterly helpless. A

surge of violence and lust welled up within me. I slapped her across the face, and with my other hand, I gripped her breast tightly, twisting it forcefully. She groaned in pain, her delicate brows furrowing slightly. "Teacher's naked body is so beautiful, you must have been fucked by many men, I envy your husband so much!"

"Don't pretend you're so noble, aren't you going to be fucked by me until you're dripping wet? I'm going to play you to death today!

I will fuck you! Okay, my teacher Song?"

She spat disdainfully, "Useless brat, scum!"

I just gently slid my already red and swollen, purplish-blue, veiny penis on her smooth, plump, and warm thighs. Her face flushed red and then turned pale, but she still tried to remain calm.

"Let go of my hand, I'll help you solve the problem. Don't do anything rash!"

I laughed as I untied her left hand, grasped her soft hand to prevent her from moving, and pressed my erection into her palm. She turned her face to the side, her almond-shaped cheeks flushed, her smooth, soft hand barely able to hold my penis. She gently stroked it, deliberately squeezing tightly each time she reached the glans. My glans secreted a clear, sticky fluid, lubricating her movements. I breathed softly, "Teacher, your technique is so good. Have you done this many times for your husband? You little slut!"

Her breathing became slightly rapid, and her hand movements became impatient and rough, her snow-white breasts rippling. My hands began to wander... Her thighs felt warm and soft like jade.

"No!" She tightened her grip, causing my penis to ache, and I had to withdraw my hands from her fleshy thighs.

But, it felt so good!

Under the dim light, the woman's jade-like hand and the boy's penis slid together, making lewd, squelching sounds, a symphony of teacher and student's soft panting. I don't know how much time passed, but my mind went blank. My penis throbbed violently, and spurts of hot, thick, white fluid shot into my teacher's delicate hand. My penis went limp in her small grasp. I wanted to pull away before ejaculating again, but she expertly held onto my penis tightly. The fishy smell of semen mingled with the scent of the "poison" she used. The semen in her hand stained my wedding ring. The once platinum ring was now covered in the filthy semen of another man.

"Teacher Song... will you call the police?" My lust subsided, and I regained some of my rationality.

"Let me go!" Her left hand couldn't free her right, and she glared at me. That look was beautiful; it contained the desolation of being humiliated, the anger of being offended, a touch of determination, and... a touch of allure.

"Will you call the police?"

"If you have the guts to do something like this, what are you afraid of the police for? You don't even have the guts to rape, you're a useless bastard!"

My anger and lust had already been released with my semen, but seeing the disdain in her eyes, my anger and my penis simultaneously became hard and burning. I suddenly flipped over and pinned her down. Before she could scream, my left hand gripped her snow-white neck, and my right hand pinched her cheeks, kissing her rosy, full lips. I desperately sucked on her sweet saliva and delicate tongue.

My thick penis pressed against her lower abdomen, eager to move. This pressure made her let out a muffled groan.

"You say I'm useless? I'll show you how useless I am!" I skillfully used my penis to pull aside her small black silk panties and forcefully thrust inside.

She cried out, the intense pain of being penetrated by the thick, hard object and the psychological blow causing the last bit of calm on her face to be replaced by fear. While I experienced the pleasure of revenge and humiliation from her expression, the dryness of her vagina also caused me pain, and the pleasure on my penis was extremely limited. I slowly withdrew, sneering, "If you don't want to be fucked to pieces, get it wet first, Teacher Song!"

I pinched her cheeks and knelt on her lower abdomen, my purplish-black glans gleaming evilly under the light. She had already guessed my intention, and her legs desperately pressed against my back, but unfortunately, she was weak and powerless from the shock, and her jeans also restricted her movements, which only allowed me to appreciate the beauty of her furious, biting lip. I smiled and pinched her thigh, "Good girl, I'll make you feel good again later."

I pressed her head down, and my penis chased after her cherry lips. As she desperately tried to avoid me, her elegant updo fell down, sticking to her rosy, sweaty cheeks, adding to her alluring beauty. I impatiently slapped her lightly across the face, and the effect was surprisingly good. I guess she had been a pampered girl since childhood and had never been hit before. I slapped her again, and her delicate eyebrows furrowed in pain and fear. I gently but lewdly thrust my hips, and a purplish-red penis slammed against her lips. I threatened, "Suck it, or I'll disfigure you!"

She shook her head desperately but refused to speak.

I glanced around, then casually pulled out a pen and shoved it into her tightly closed lips. I forced it open, making her teeth chatter. In the excruciating pain, she finally yielded, obediently opening her mouth to beg for mercy, "Don't do this, I've never even done this for my husband..."

I grasped her breasts, secretly admiring their fullness, firmness, and smooth, creamy texture. Suddenly, I squeezed hard, and the white flesh peeked out from between my fingers, the dark red nipples hardening in my palm. She cried out in pain, "No!"

I seized the opportunity and thrust inside. Compared to her dry vagina earlier, the warm, wet sensation in her mouth was undoubtedly much more pleasurable. I grabbed her hair and began to thrust wildly, each stroke reaching her throat!

Her free left hand broke free from my grasp, gripped the base of my penis, and forcefully pushed me away, coughing and gagging. "Please, I... I'll give you oral sex, don't be so rough..."

"Yours is too big, I can't take it..."

I teased smugly. "What's too big? If you don't tell me, I'll have to do it myself, okay?"

"Your cock..." she whispered. Hearing the intellectually beautiful associate professor utter such a vulgarity, I felt a surge of heat throughout my body, and my already enormous penis grew even larger. Her eyes welled up with tears. Trembling, she reached out and grasped my testicles, opening her cherry-like mouth wide to suck on my shaft.

"Good, Professor Song, you're amazing! How come you've never done oral sex before! You must have a talent for being a slut, otherwise how could you make your student so infatuated? Ah... it feels so good, so comfortable!"

"Mmm... mmm..." The woman let out a muffled groan, indistinguishable between pain and pleasure.

In the office at midnight, the beautiful Song Shuzhen was vigorously sucking her student's penis, making smacking sounds. Her red lips parted with my thrusts, and white saliva slowly dripped down with the thick shaft. Although her behavior resembled that of a harlot, she still retained a noble and intellectual air. Because I had tied her up, she couldn't move too much, but the touch of her lips and teeth on my penis was still intoxicating. Even more surprising was that her left hand unconsciously caressed my testicles, and slowly, her movements became more skillful.

Her saliva sizzled, and she let out inexplicable low moans. Looking at the fine wrinkles on her fair face, I suddenly realized that the woman before me was a wife and mother, a mature woman twenty years older than me. This indescribable feeling was a mixture of pity and excitement. I lowered my head and gently kissed her forehead, reaching out to tease her nipples. Her eyes also began to become complicated. Suddenly, she bit down, startling me. I pulled back, about to retaliate, when she sighed softly, "You know, I was originally planning to bite your cock off..."

She lightly licked the glans, glistening with her saliva, with her soft, red tongue, then swallowed the thick, shiny, ugly thing. I closed my eyes, enjoying the waves of pleasure surging through my groin. The scent of her expensive perfume wafted into my nostrils in the quiet night...

"Delicious, isn't it, Ms. Song!"

An uncontrollable urge rose from the depths of my body. I held my dear Ms. Song's head in my hands, thrusting my hips, and spurts of semen erupted. She choked, pushing me away, coughing incessantly. But my semen was endless, wave after wave of hot, sticky white fluid splashing onto her eyes, the hollows of her nose, her forehead, her cheeks, her eyebrows, the corners of her eyes, her chin, her lips... I ejaculated for about 30 seconds before finally stopping. Under the light, the semen flowing from the corners of her mouth was as white as jade, thick and silky, mixed with saliva and containing countless tiny bubbles. The drops of semen in her hair shimmered like stars.

She gurgled, trying to spit out the semen, but I persuaded her, "Teacher, semen is very clean and nutritious, and facial ejaculation is very good for your skin."

There was so much semen that she only swallowed a small portion, most of it gushing out from the corners of her mouth.

Her hair, already disheveled from her struggle, now clung even more messily to her semen-covered cheeks, making her appear even more alluring and seductive. My already limp penis miraculously became erect.

"Teacher, I love you," I murmured, burying my face in her snow-white breasts.

"I hate you, you little pervert," she said, her pretty face, covered in semen, revealing no expression.

“Then, I’ll do something the teacher will like.”

I inserted my index and middle fingers into the teacher’s already wet and hot vagina, gently probing and pinching. She involuntarily gasped, “Stop!”

She gripped my hard penis tightly, afraid I would penetrate her. I only poked her vagina once, and she let go. I saw her hands, painted with silver-purple nail polish, gripping the leather of the sofa, and her plump legs curled up beneath me. I knew that after being ravaged by me for so long, the middle-aged woman’s sexual desire had been ignited. However, her good upbringing and the pride of being a student’s teacher prevented her from admitting her desires. As long as I fully aroused her sexual desire, I could truly possess my most sexy and charming Professor Song!

I knew she was sensitive to pain, so with one hand I roughly yet gently played with her already wet valley, while the other slapped her thigh hard. She hurriedly wiped the white semen from her eyes, glaring at me, "What are you doing? It hurts!"

"Is that so?"

I scooped out a large clump of glistening fluid, pointing to a large puddle of semen on the black leather sofa, "But teacher, your body is still very honest!"

Tears welled in her eyes, and she slapped me across the face.

"Smack!"

She was stunned, because I could have easily dodged this slow, weak slap.

I took the opportunity to thrust forward, my hard penis once again visiting the teacher's vagina. This time, I truly felt the smoothness and sweetness of a mature woman, layer upon layer of hot, moist flesh tightly enveloping my burning hardness. The pleasure of oral sex is mainly in the pleasure of abusing a woman. But it never quite reaches this level!

She trembled, then gritted her teeth and said, "I'll definitely send you, you beast, to prison!" She then turned her head, covered in semen stains, with a resolute expression. On the surface, it could indeed make me impotent, but who has ever seen a mature woman threatening me while simultaneously writhing her body to cooperate with my thrusting and raping?

"Okay, watch carefully how I rape you, my dear Teacher Song, Professor Song, Sister Song."

I withdrew my penis, now covered in her fluids. This time, I adjusted the lamp, the scorching light shining directly on our joined bodies. I raised my gleaming glans and slowly approached her thick, purplish-black labia. She closed her eyes tightly but didn't flinch. I knew this was her limit of submission; her personality would never allow her to actively seek pleasure. I lewdly turned her semen-stained face and slowly sank into a paradise.

Her fair legs, which I had spread wide, suddenly clamped tightly around my waist.

Suddenly, I pulled the towel binding her right hand from behind the chair, thus removing her excuse of being bound and humiliated. "You really won't resist anymore, good teacher, then I'm going to start fucking you. Remember, this is your own choice!"

A blush spread across her face, and her body went limp. I lifted her long, slender legs and placed them on my shoulders, thrusting hard at the waist with a "glug" sound. Her body began to tremble uncontrollably, as if a small mouth was sucking on my penis. At first, I only moved gently, but soon the female teacher beneath me began to twist her slender waist unsatisfied. I began to thrust vigorously, each time causing her labia to turn inside out, revealing tender pink flesh, each time bringing out granular white fluid, each time reaching straight to her cervix, each time making a slapping sound of smooth skin colliding, each time making this proud and noble female professor gasp in surprise, and this gasp was far more moving than any moaning I had ever heard.

My hands caressed her fair, smooth skin, her hair increasingly sticking to her face with each thrust. Slowly, I grew tired, so I lowered her legs and took the most direct approach. I pulled down her panties, soaked with her semen, and slowly, deeply entered her body. I lay on her voluptuous naked body, tearing the black short-sleeved shirt piled up around her neck to gently wipe away the thick semen that was beginning to harden.

Her breathing quickened. Our necks intertwined, our fingers locked, my face brushed against her flushed cheeks, our breaths mingling, my sweat mingling with her mature, alluring scent. We were inseparable. Our bodies rolled on the large, wet sofa. Her breasts piled high like snow-capped mountains, her arms wrapped around me, her thighs tightly entwined around my waist, and my feet slipped into her trousers, pressing against hers. I kicked off one of her crystal sandals, leaving only the other dangling from her small foot, making a clattering sound as it hit the desk.

Dawn was breaking, and I finally ejaculated again. Before that, she had already reached orgasm three times. What was infuriating was that each time she would scratch my back with her beautiful nails, leaving bloody marks.

"Did I fuck you good, teacher?"

I asked as I drifted off to sleep, only to hear a satisfied sigh.

We were both jolted awake by her phone. "Wife, it's 3 a.m., where are you?" Her pretty face instantly turned deathly pale. I could feel her soft body trembling slightly. My limp penis slid out of her labia with my semen. I could feel that noble, unapproachable professor, that woman who was now a wife and mother, returning. And I was powerless to stop it. We weren't even in a relationship of adultery. After last night, I had a taste of pleasure, and I was willing to pay any price just to have her a few more moments.

She made up a lie and hung up. Strangely, I wasn't worried about whether she'd send me to jail, but rather about her attitude towards me.

To my surprise, she simply gestured for me to get off her. I stared at her blankly. "You were a virgin before yesterday, right? How come there's so much semen! It's filthy." She took out tissues from the drawer beside her and began wiping the stains off her body, giving a self-deprecating laugh. "Oh well, just consider it like I paid for a male prostitute."

"You're just going to let it go like that? You don't hate me?"

Her beautiful eyes turned cold. "Just consider it like being bitten by a mad dog."

Damn it, seeing her unapproachable expression, my penis started to harden again.

She spat lightly at this. "Put on your clothes!"

"What if I don't?" I took a step forward, the veins on my glans bulging menacingly in the dawn light. She flicked her finger, her expression rather flippant. "If you're not going to wear it, get out of here naked!"

"Teacher, how could you bear to do that! I'm still your little lover—your one-night stand!" I said with a grin.

"I don't care if you die!" She pouted her red lips, looking extremely pretty.

"It's all your fault, my clothes are covered in filth now!" she said angrily.

Her pants were alright, with only a few inconspicuous stains, but her t-shirt was covered in semen stains and torn by me. If she went out wearing that, she'd probably be gang-raped within 50 meters. Helpless, she had to find a long coat in the closet and put it on, revealing her delicate yet mature naked body underneath. I slowly put on my clothes and followed her to the bathroom to wash up. She took out a yolk-colored handkerchief from her handbag, wet it, and carefully removed my stains in front of the mirror. Then she started touching up her makeup. I noticed that she chose a purplish-black lipstick, a color that added a bewitching touch to her face. Seeing me staring blankly at her, she kicked me!

I cried out in pain, but secretly felt a surge of smugness—my semen was still in her shoe!

Suddenly, footsteps echoed in the corridor; it was that damned yet adorable gatekeeper! We both instinctively hid in the women's restroom. Knowing she wouldn't dare make a sound, I hid in the same stall as her and indulged my lust. I tightly embraced her warm, soft body, my hands roaming freely over her delicate form. She bit my shoulder, and I broke out in a cold sweat. That teacher! While the gatekeeper patrolled

the fourth floor, we quietly slipped away. I went back to my dorm, and she went to buy some decent clothes.

That day, I waited blankly in the classroom, mentally prepared for my arrest.

At ten o'clock sharp, she arrived on time to teach us, dressed in a black dress. Her gaze was utterly indifferent, as if she had never been violated or raped by me, as if the woman writhing beneath me was someone else, as if I were still the average student in her eyes. I should be grateful for her indifference at this moment; it meant she no longer intended to send me to prison. But why did my mouth feel so dry?

I thought, I was already hopelessly addicted to her body. She couldn't just abandon me like that; I would never give up!

But afterwards, she always came and went in a hurry, driving her own car, which I couldn't even follow.

I gradually became frantic. One sunny Wednesday, I handed her a nominal leave slip in person, which read: "

Dear Teacher Song Shuzhen:

Your student, due to an extreme desire for your perfect body, is now lovesick. My large penis has been hard for 36 hours due to excessive thirst. If you don't want me to die in front of you, please stay at our usual place tonight for a chat." Also, I have a shirt here that you wore, stained with semen. I'm sure you wouldn't let it fall into the hands of migrant workers and enjoy their greetings.

Your lover, your student, your adulterer

. PS. If you don't come, I'll wait until my semen fills your office door!

I hid in the bathroom last time, avoiding the security guard's patrol, filled with anticipation. Then, the security guard's footsteps faded into the distance in the corridor. I sat on the floor, head down, waiting…

Throughout the night, I stared countless times at the cold mahogany door of her office, hoping she would suddenly push it open and meet me, but all I got was a cold dawn.

In anger, I pulled out my penis and ejaculated on the glass of her office door. Seeing the white semen flowing, my sorrow was unbearable. I returned to my classroom in despair, slumped onto my desk, and fell into a deep sleep.

In a daze, someone approached and gently patted my shoulder. I looked up blankly, and suddenly the person covered my mouth and nose with their hand. A familiar, metallic smell filled my nostrils and mouth—the smell of semen.

I immediately snapped back to reality and saw the voluptuous Ms. Song smilingly wiping a handful of white semen onto a tissue. She was wearing a light blue shirt and a beige miniskirt, revealing a pair of long, jade-like legs.

I was so excited that I forgot all about pouncing on her.

She laughed and scolded, "You little rascal, you really did ejaculate on my door." Just as I was about to rush over and grope her, she said seriously, "If you take one more step closer, I'll leave immediately."

"I hope you've forgotten about that day. I'm an old woman now." (I interrupted, no, you're the most charming woman in my eyes!)

"I won't let you touch me again, but..."

I had already given up hope, but hearing the teacher's lively words, my spirits lifted.

A cold smile appeared on Song Shuzhen's voluptuous face. "I know someone can take my place. You can take your revenge on her from now on."

I was extremely disappointed and became violent. "I want you, I want you!" I rushed forward and pushed down my beautiful and incomparable teacher Song. A vicious glint flashed in her eyes. "You can take me again, but from now on you must obey my orders, ah..."

I lifted her short skirt, revealing her narrow red thong, and kissed her plump vulva. Her breathing gradually intensified, and she uttered a name that left me dumbfounded: "Li Hongwei."

I shuddered. She stared at the ceiling and sneered, "Listen to your teacher, and I'll help you get that fake innocent little bitch. Don't tell me you don't want her..."

Li Hongwei was our hearing teacher. She had long, flowing hair, an oval face, and clear, bright eyes. While not as seductive as Song Shuzhen, she possessed a refined elegance. She looked only seventeen or eighteen, but in reality, she was already a wife and mother. She was my dream girl. Although I didn't know why or how Teacher Song wanted me to sleep with her, the possibility still excited me immensely. Teacher Song had never explained her reasons to me, but I guessed it was probably out of jealousy!

A gurgling sound of water filled the air.

"Damn it, why isn't he coming yet?" The female professor, tormented by humiliation and anxiety, had beads of sweat glistening on her pretty face. Her long, wavy hair gently brushed against the man's lower abdomen with the sway of her head. When it touched the wet, saliva-soaked penis, she could only smooth the hair that clung to her forehead and the man's genitals, unaware that her alluring and feminine movements only made the man's penis harder.

Feeling the man's breathing become heavier, the female professor quickened her sucking on her student's penis, her legs, which had been kneeling on the cold marble floor for so long, ached.

Glistening saliva dripped slowly onto the floor as her rosy lips were turned over by the penis. The female professor could only feel the taste of her wine-red lipstick and the man's semen transforming in her mouth into a burning, hard, infinitely expanding, and rigid erection.

"Hurry up, class is about to start," a teasing voice rang out.

In her panic, the female professor accidentally bit the man's penis. “Fuck you, you’re a teacher? I’ve taught you so many times and you still can’t learn. Use your lips! Use your throat! Use your hands!”

“Oh…” The man groaned comfortably. The female professor seemed reluctant to let him ejaculate with her hands. Only when she was forced into a corner would she actively use her well-maintained jade-like hands to stroke the male student’s penis. Just seeing her alabaster-white hands sliding on the man’s thick, red penis was already a great visual treat, not to mention the female professor’s agile and powerful movements. One hand stroked the scrotum and the other hand stroked the coronal sulcus. Just a few movements were enough to make the man ejaculate.

“Teacher, your movements are so skilled. Do you often do this for your husband?”

That’s right, the female professor’s husband was almost sexually frigid. Every time the couple had sex, it started with the wife taking the initiative to masturbate him. And that was why the female professor was unwilling to perform handjobs for male students. It always reminded the female professor of her sad fate. As a wife, she had to force herself to provide sexual services to her students, which made her feel like a… prostitute.

In reality, neither oral sex nor masturbation can compare to the direct penetration of a female professor's vagina. However, the sight of a charming and intellectual professor kneeling before him, her cold and aloof facade masked in humiliation and pain, truly satisfies a man's desire for desecration. Therefore, before every extensive reading class, ejaculation becomes a mandatory task for both the female professor and the male student, and ejaculation must be completed before the bell rings. So far, the female professor has a 5-0 record of success and 0-0 failures. Although ejaculating into the female professor's mouth and forcing her to swallow his semen is pleasurable, his repeated defeats still leave him quite displeased.

He's unleashing his ultimate move: the female professor begins to use her thumb and forefinger to form circles, rotating and kneading his rosy, full penis.

When she noticed the man's penis throbbing violently, she quickly offered it to him, her smooth, fragrant tongue licking the large glans. A blush unconsciously spread across her cold, beautiful face as she could almost taste the familiar, slippery texture of the man's semen. "It'll be over soon..." The relief and an inexplicable pleasure made her smile. Although the man began to breathe heavily, he still didn't give in.

"Ring ring ring ring..." The bell rang abruptly. While the female professor was stunned, the boy took the opportunity to pull out his penis and release his desire. Streams of hot semen sprayed onto the female professor's face. Her smooth forehead, her delicate nose, and her black hair were covered in thick, paste-like semen, and even her brown cotton knee-length skirt was splattered with the sticky, fishy liquid. "Ah..." The female professor, belatedly realizing what was happening, closed her eyes and screamed. She hurriedly grabbed a wet wipe she had prepared and began wiping herself.

"Do you want everyone to see you looking so lewd? I'll be jealous, you know," the male student teased, clearly in high spirits. 1:5, they evened the score!

"Hehe, don't forget today's individual tutoring... my dear teacher." The male student was met with a wet wipe smeared with semen.

Turning back to the classroom, leaving the flustered female professor to clean up the mess, she was destined to be late for class.

After the students had been making a ruckus in the classroom for about ten minutes, the female professor, her left eye slightly red, finally arrived. The boys sitting below the podium, listening to the professor's nonsensical claim of sand in her eyes, seemed to understand—it was probably semen that had gotten into her eyes. By then, the female professor had finally composed herself and began the lesson. Just then, she noticed the boy fiddling with his sideburns and winking at her. In an instant, the stern and aloof female professor returned to her, glaring at the boy with hatred. "Where are you looking?!"

The boy gave a mocking smile, mouthing, "I didn't wipe the semen off my hair." The female professor, realizing what was happening, blushed instantly.

"Excuse me, students, please study for a while." Seeing the plump, white thighs peeking out from under the professor's skirt as she hurriedly turned away, the boy's previously limp penis began to stir again, a large bulge rising in his crotch. The girl sitting next to him glanced at it out of the corner of her eye, then turned away disdainfully. This girl, named Li Hongwei, was pure and beautiful, possessing top-tier qualities even in a place like the Foreign Languages Department, where beauties abound. Naturally, she was arrogant and disdainful of the boy's lewd thoughts about Professor Song, whom she admired most. "

Damn it!" the boy roared, "You little bitch, pretending to be virtuous! One day I'll make you wish you were dead under my crotch!"

Professor Song Shitong, who had finally returned, began her lesson with trepidation.

Her clear and magnetic voice rang out in the classroom. The professor, who had been repeatedly embarrassed, felt as if the students' gazes were saying, "We've seen your lewd behavior, what are you pretending for!" Several male students' eyes were also constantly fixed on her thighs, and she unconsciously tugged at her skirt several times, trying to cover her ample legs.

Her teaching was predictably subpar. And that wretched boy, pretending to be eager to learn, grabbed her to ask a question, his lecherous eyes fixed on her chest, his shifty gaze seemingly able to penetrate her dark brown suit. She wanted to yell, "You've seen what's underneath, haven't you?" but quickly realized her thoughts were bordering on flirting, and a chill ran down her spine.

"Teacher, can I ask you for oral English tutoring again after class today?"

"Ah, okay, sure, you can just come to my office."

The male student ignored Li Hongwei's jealous and disdainful gaze and secretly pinched the female professor's round, full buttocks under her short skirt. The female professor suppressed the urge to scream and quickly walked away from him. She lowered her head, biting her lip, her mind in turmoil—just now, besides panic and embarrassment, she felt a surge of hot, tingling pleasure. She wondered if she had any

condoms left in her desk. If not, should she go out and buy some? The male student wouldn't care about getting pregnant when he got going. Thinking of his forceful and rough penetration and thrusting, the female professor actually felt a little looking forward to lunchtime. Finally, the first long class ended. The female professor returned to her office in a daze, locked the door, and opened the drawer to rummage through it. There was only one left; it probably wouldn't be enough.

According to the female professor's understanding of that lecherous beast, he would go at least until he was completely exhausted each time, and at least five condoms would be necessary to ensure he was satisfied.

"Boss, a box of large condoms, please." Actually, Song Shitong really disliked the shop owner. The middle-aged bald man's gaze always lingered on her, making her feel disgusted, like she'd swallowed a fly.

But this was the only health product store near the school.

"Okay, here's your change: 34 yuan." As the owner handed back the change, he took the opportunity to grope her hand. The female professor fled in panic.

Hiding in her office, the female professor kicked off her beautiful but extremely uncomfortable pointed high heels and lazily curled up on the large black leather sofa, letting the annoying late spring sunlight fall on her delicate ankles. She covered her burning cheeks with her hands and couldn't help but sigh. When exactly did it begin that she became the mistress, or rather, the sex slave, of that male student whose only distinguishing feature was his astonishingly

large penis and otherwise utterly ordinary appearance and figure? The early spring sunlight lazily streamed through the glass of the eighth-floor apartment in the outer courtyard, illuminating her brown calfskin boots. The short-collared leather jacket, nestled beneath her plump, white body, was crumpled beyond recognition. Only a pure white wool sweater lay neatly piled up beside it. Their original owners were now bearing an unbearable weight.

Her slender, delicate hands were limply held in place by the man's hands on her smooth abdomen. His index and middle fingers parted her pink labia, and his thick, purplish-black penis throbbed and danced between them. The female professor's two fair, full thighs drooped limply over my shoulders. Her black bra, already stained with milky-white semen, was pushed up to her chest, and the two purplish nipples on her full breasts were reddened from the man's vigorous rubbing.

"Fuck you to death, fuck you!" With each powerful thrust of my burning hot cock, the female professor's snow-white, plump buttocks flushed slightly from the forceful impact. Glistening, lustful fluids splashed onto the cold marble floor, reflecting a lewd sheen. Saliva mixed with the man's semen trickled from her cold, proud face, her red lips trembling with shame, flowing slowly down with her baby-like cries and gasps. Why was her body so hot inside when it was so cold down there…?

Song Shitong understood that it was her status as a female professor in the foreign language department that had turned the student before her into a beast, and this immoral humiliation and stimulation gave her a subtle, sinful pleasure. Even though it was rape, this married woman couldn't help but think, "Young men are indeed powerful…"

Having slept with the noble female professor on her first time, this perpetual virgin felt immense pleasure from the bottom of her heart.

"You really are a very responsible and good teacher, taking your work of teaching students to become men so seriously." I breathed softly in the female professor's ear. The female professor turned her head away in disgust, but her ears were clearly red.

"Look, your nipples are already hard, your husband is so lucky to have such an alluring body, but he must be impotent, your vagina is still so tight, the vaginal muscles inside are gripping my penis so hard, sucking and licking, so thirsty, you are such a slutty whore."

The female teacher suddenly became furious, "You shameless... ptooey!" A mouthful of saliva was spat on my face.

Instead of being angry, I was delighted. "Yes, my shameless student is having sex with my lewd teacher right now. We're a perfect match, one shameless and the other lewd. Even this spittle has some of my semen in it, hehehehe..."

Taking advantage of the female professor's distraction, I grasped her snow-white, delicate ankle. Her slender, adorable little feet were free of dead skin, and her pretty little toes were painted with a touch of vermilion. "No, don't do this..." The female professor's voice trembled suddenly. So this is your erogenous zone.

I slowly withdrew my still-hot penis and rubbed it back and forth against the petal-like labia of the female professor's vulva, touching it gently like a chick pecking at rice. The female professor's body was still honestly craving the man's fullness and penetration. Her two snowy buttocks actively moved towards my penis, but I deliberately dodged them, playing with the female professor's ankles with both hands, staring at the female professor's flushed and beautiful face with a wicked smile.

"You... let me go!" Her weak, pleading words only excited the man more.

"Don't forget, your whole family's lives are in my hands. If I don't deactivate the detonation order, like the explosion just now, your husband and children will be reduced to ashes." The man threatened breathlessly.

The woman's previously limp body tensed up again, and the man seized the opportunity to thrust his thick, long penis in all the way! It

almost went straight into the woman's uterus.

The churning pain reached her throat, and with each forceful thrust, the female professor's limp body writhed. The illusion that her body was about to be pierced caused her vagina to tighten, and her rounded calves tightly gripped the man's waist. The male student, already at the peak of excitement, shouted, "I'm going to cum inside, catch it, you slut..." and once again shot his hot semen into the proud female professor's vagina. Feeling the impact of the man's semen against the delicate inner walls of her uterus, the female professor shed tears of despair.

The limp penis slid out of the female professor's flower garden like a venomous snake, and a stream of cloudy liquid, a mixture of the woman's vaginal fluid and the man's semen, slowly flowed from her purplish-red labia. The female professor, her thighs already stretched taut from being penetrated, could only stare blankly at the ceiling, her mind a complete blank. At this moment, the man casually used her black silk panties, which had been pulled down to her ankles, to wipe her genitals. Waves of tearing pain brought the female professor back to reality. "You've gotten what you wanted, haven't you? Quickly defuse the bomb."

"Don't rush, I've been serving you all along. Now you should take the initiative and impart some knowledge about sex to your students, okay, teacher?"

The female professor lay submissively on the ground like a female dog, her fair arms propped on the only relatively clean sweater, slowly swaying her round buttocks, waiting for the man's penis to penetrate. The man roughly grabbed her hair, and she tilted her snow-white neck back. When the man's penis once again entered the female professor's vagina, she only let out a low, resigned moan. As the assault ended, the man's semen sprayed onto her slender, alluring bare back. At his command, the female professor struggled to her feet. Her once sleek, glossy black hair was now smeared with his semen and stuck to her chest, her snow-white breasts surrounded by it, a speck of white fluid glistening on her purplish areolas, radiating a lewd glow.

The boy lay sprawled on the floor, on her leather jacket, his bright red penis already erect. Staring at that weapon, as thick as a child's arm, the female professor could hardly believe a boy possessed such a thing. Finally managing to stand, her bare feet were red from the cold floor. The boy nodded, "Put on your shoes, hurry up!"

Even the simple act of bending over to put on shoes was incredibly difficult for the female professor. The slightest movement of her swollen labia caused excruciating pain, and the tearing sensation inside her vagina had become a dull, numb, throbbing feeling she could hardly believe herself. Thinking of her child, the female professor silently apologized to her husband. She then grasped his penis, aimed it at her vagina, and sat down. "Ahhhhhhh!" Thankfully, some lubrication remained in her vagina, and the professor began her journey of depravity.

Afraid her cries would attract attention, she bit her left index finger. Her delicate appearance should have evoked pity from most men, but instead, her seductive manner provoked urging from them. "Move your ass, hurry up!"

The professor slowly drew a circle with her buttocks, then began to writhe back and forth. The only thing on her fair skin, a black silk bra, gradually slipped down to her waist with the knight's movements. The white waves of her breasts and buttocks engulfed the men's vision. At this moment, the woman conquered the man. The professor closed her eyes, letting out soft, panting breaths, unlike some virgins who only knew how to thrust and pound relentlessly.

The female professor's movements were sometimes gentle, sometimes violent; her pear-shaped breasts bounced incessantly like rabbits. The man felt an immense pleasure radiating from his penis throughout his body with each sway of her hips. The countless folds of her warm, moist vaginal flesh, like tiny mouths, sucked and caressed, while glistening vaginal fluids began to splash and drip. Slowly, the female professor's body arched backward, her right hand supporting her on the ground, their bodies moving at an obtuse angle.

"Teacher, you're so good, so good, ah, ahhhhh..." the man cried out unconsciously. The female professor, already mentally prepared to offer herself to the wolf, took the initiative for the first time, her lips and tongue meeting his. Her ten slender fingers intertwined with his, her full, white body covering and encompassing his heat and desire. Her tightly pressed breasts, her swollen nipples, stung him like pebbles.

The faint, mature fragrance of the woman's body mingling with the erotic scent of their bodily fluids at the point where their buttocks met became the most potent aphrodisiac. In this extremely close, intimate encounter, the man was clearly no match for the female teacher. After only a few rounds, he could no longer restrain himself, his body beginning to convulse violently. For a moment, the world seemed to lose its weight, and a wave of pleasure, enough to stop the heart from beating, surged over him like a tsunami. A surge of heat erupted violently through his engorged penis into the woman's body.

The female professor, drenched in this wave of semen, went blank. The fear of impregnation and pregnancy flashed through her mind, but she was immediately overwhelmed by the astonishingly intense, burning pleasure within her vagina. The climax of their shared orgasm escaped from their noses as a high-pitched whimper. The man felt a surge of heat flow down his penis to his scrotum. Exhausted, the two embraced like a true married couple, silent.

After a long while, their lips parted, leaving trails of silvery saliva. After a long, weak breath, she finally mustered the strength to lift herself off the man. Ignoring the white, sticky fluid still trickling down her trembling labia and smooth, long thighs, she turned and laboriously used her little finger to hook up her bra and panties, stained with semen, and put them on. Gazing at the professor's beautiful bare back and alluring, rosy vulva, the male student felt immense satisfaction—this was the flower valley of the noble professor, coveted by so many, and now he had possessed it?

The professor, finally dressed, checked her body. Although she still looked somewhat disheveled, it was hard for anyone to imagine the humiliation and rape this elegant professor had just endured. Her undergarments, soaked with the semen the man had deliberately ejaculated on them, clung tightly to her body, emphasizing her alluring curves and figure to the male student. Beneath her black, warm cotton pantyhose, her alabaster-white legs were covered in deep red bruises left by the man's frenzied kneading. He moved slightly closer to her, took a deep breath, and exclaimed exaggeratedly, "It smells so good!"

The female professor, of course, knew how filthy her body was now. "Smell good?" she thought. It was probably just the smell of semen.

The man grinned wickedly; toying with the neatly dressed female professor had always been his dream.

"Alright, teacher, let's do it one last time."

"What? You want more? No, I... I can't take it anymore, please spare me!" Her weak resistance was useless; the man's iron arms tightly embraced the slender waist of the beautiful flesh before her.

"Just stand still."

Feeling something warm squeeze between her legs, the female professor resignedly reached out and gripped the iron bars in front of her, preparing for the next round of sex. "Squeeze your legs tighter," the man gently bit the female professor's small earring. The female professor

saw a still purplish-black penis lewdly thrusting between her black pantyhose. She had never imagined being played with like this from behind; the boy's perversion was clearly far beyond her imagination.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you like this for a long time,” the man’s hand gently stroked her plain face. “Teacher, do you remember when we met on the bus last time? Actually, I was the one who took advantage of the chaos to touch your butt.”

The female professor’s soft body could only lean against the cold railing in front of her for support. Soon, the penis, its surface dried by the clothes, lost its moisture and luster, the glans looking wrinkled and dry like a shriveled apple.

“So good!” The man kissed the female professor’s bare, white neck.

The female professor responded to the lewd incident on her body with indifference, feeling the whole world turn into the cold, piercing iron railing in front of her. As if an eternity had passed, the male student finally ejaculated a few drops of semen, leaving only a few drops squeezed from his penis, smearing a large area of her pantyhose, the black background stained by the cloudy white semen. “Hehe, a parting gift for you.”

“Where’s the bomb?” The tone was hollow.

“Silly teacher, where would a poor college student like me get the time or experience to do that? Was that explosion just now? That was the construction crew blowing up the building nearby.” Before the female professor could go berserk, the male student pulled out a DV camera from the windowsill, hidden by his clothes. He grinned lewdly and dodged the professor’s struggle. “I’ll relive that wonderful sex moment often. Think about the consequences before you do it.” Unable to ignore the boy’s threat, the female professor slumped weakly to the ground, her vision blurred.

A sudden knock on the door startled her from her reverie. She was about to face yet another act of humiliation.

“Were you waiting long, Professor Song?” Before the office door was even locked, the male student impatiently pressed Song Shitong against the door and began to grope her. His hard penis pressed against the female professor’s buttocks, and even through several layers of clothing, the professor could feel its heat and firmness.

To the male student's surprise, the female teacher appeared exceptionally alluring and captivating. Even before he could knead her breasts, her cheeks flushed, her eyes gleaming with a seductive allure, and her nipples instantly hardened—a clear indication that her body had shifted from resistance to acceptance for the first time. Somewhat incredulous, the male student increased the pressure on her hands.

"Mmm..." The female teacher's bright eyes narrowed slightly, and a warm, fragrant scent, like orchids and musk, wafted from her small, red lips. A surge of inner arousal made her vagina itch, and she unconsciously began rubbing her beautifully shaped legs together. She could feel the shameful wetness on her panties. Since things had already come to this, she decided to let him do as he pleased, treating it as if she had hired a male prostitute (he was incredibly passionate about sex).

If the male student knew the female teacher's thoughts, he would surely have cursed her. But seeing the female teacher, who had always worn a dignified mask, now revealing such allure, his penis almost burst forth from her clothes. Seemingly sensing the intensity of the man's desire, the female professor's legs went weak, almost causing her to collapse.

"Let's do it on the sofa, okay?" Her pleading, accompanied by soft gasps, was impossible to refuse. The male student swept her up from her knees and tossed her onto the large black leather sofa, big enough for one person to lie on. The female professor's brown cotton suit, with its knee-length skirt, slipped down to her waist, revealing her fair thighs, which shimmered with a soft, milky sheen in the midday sun. Her lace purple silk panties were faintly visible. Professor Song chuckled, giving the male student a coquettish glare, and proactively pulled down his jeans, revealing his already engorged and red penis pointing directly at her face.

"You're not wearing underwear again?"

"That's so it's easier when I'm doing it to you."

The female professor pulled a pack of condoms from under the sofa cushion behind her, gently biting one open with her teeth, one hand guiding the penis, the other skillfully pulling down the diaphragm—the whole sequence of movements elegant and refined: undoubtedly a skill exclusive to married women.

The female professor gently sucked on her slender fingers, which were covered in lubricant. Gazing at the man's large, sharply defined glans, the humiliating memories resurfaced. Her tender flesh, swollen and raw from the scraping and ravaging of this weapon, was now aroused by the rough friction. Slightly distracted and infatuated, the professor couldn't help but lightly kiss the glans. "Mmm, it's orange flavored..." The man's eyes instantly changed.

"How do you want to fuck me today, standing or lying down?" His tone remained indifferent, but an uncontrollable hunger and the lust of a rutting female beast burst forth in his words.

"Just kneel here," the man said, already trembling with excitement, his face flushed.

Forgetting about removing his cumbersome clothes, he simply grasped her slender ankles, spreading her plump, long legs wide, lifting her skirt, parting the crotch of her panties, and aiming directly at her glossy purple labia, intending to thrust inside. "Damn, Professor Song, you're so wet!"

"You slut, hold your ass tighter," the male student said, pulling the professor's hand and placing it on her round, white buttocks as usual. Her hands were as soft as snow, her fingers as delicate as scallions. The professor cooperated, spreading her labia so the man could see her pink vagina blooming like a flower.

Pressing her burning face against the sofa back, the professor felt the hot penis slowly entering her body. The man chuckled, clearly experiencing extreme pleasure. The female professor bit her lower lip, suppressing the urge to gasp. Only after lowering her guard did she begin to truly enjoy the impact of the male student's enormous penis.

Slowly entering and withdrawing, the man reveled in the lewd scene before him. A thick, long red penis emerged and disappeared from the professor's snow-white buttocks, each thrust causing her delicate purple labia to fold and release streams of thick, grayish-white, foamy vaginal fluid. The once unapproachable professor now lay prostrate before him like a female dog. The black sofa contrasted sharply with her fair skin, and her suit still exuded an air of dignified elegance.

Like a pile driver, the male student's heavy thrusts seemed to penetrate deep into her flower garden. The professor felt her heart pounding in her throat, and she could only bite down on a strand of hair at the corner of her mouth, refusing to let go, for if she opened her mouth, the uncontrollable, high-pitched, and pleasurable cries would echo throughout the entire teaching building. Gradually, the sounds of their bodies colliding, the man's heavy breathing, the female teacher's soft moans, and the gurgling of the penis inside her vagina created a symphony of debauchery.

Under the scorching sun, Song Shitong's sweat, glistening with her own juices, mingled with her movements, soaking the sofa and forming glistening puddles. The mature woman's fragrance mingled with her own nectar, becoming the most potent aphrodisiac, and the male student's actions gradually regained their former wildness. He used both hands, lightly leaving several red marks on the female professor's buttocks.

Roughly lifting her by her slender waist, he pulled her up, leaving her languidly leaning against the sofa back. He swung his hips in circles, attacking her vagina from all angles. The moist, warm walls of her vagina squeezed and sucked at his glans with her trembling movements. She could feel the arteries throbbing violently on his glans, so much so that several times she thought he was about to ejaculate.

The man tightened his grip on the female teacher's waist. The professor felt as if her back was about to break, and she groaned, almost crying, "Gently, it hurts so much..."

The man's grip loosened slightly, but his thrusting began to follow a rhythm of nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. The professor felt a distinct sense of layered pleasure within her, her body undulating with the rhythm of the man's penis. Her delicate white feet bounced in her high heels, the pink and gold soles dazzling the man's eyes. So good, so good, even dying like this would be worthwhile. She forgot she was a wife and mother, forgot her own identity.

Suddenly, the man's penis left her vagina, and the unbearable emptiness made the female professor ask, "What's wrong? Are you going to ejaculate?"

The male student frowned. "Look for yourself"—his huge, swollen penis was clearly swollen from being constricted by the condom. "Slut, the condom you bought is too small."

"How come your dick has gotten so much bigger again..." The female professor stared blankly at the penis, still covered in her white vaginal fluid. She shyly reached out and pulled the condom off. "Then don't wear it anymore, but don't ejaculate inside me, I'm in my fertile period today."

The male student's answer was a rough insertion to the hilt. "Heh, heh," the direct contact between the penis and the vaginal walls after removing the membrane made the man let out a series of low growls. Just a few moments later, the female professor felt the man's penis begin to throb violently. "No, don't ejaculate inside!" she cried out, but her delicate, pretty little feet involuntarily tensed, arching her feet and rising onto her toes, ready to receive the internal ejaculation.

"Catch it, teacher." Streams of hot semen shot from the man's penis, pouring into her tender womb, the heat sending the female professor soaring to orgasm. Her teeth gripped the sofa tightly, her fingers scratching the surface with a hissing sound. A stream of vaginal fluid splattered onto the man's penis, and with the man's final few thrusts, both teacher and student collapsed onto the sofa, too exhausted to even move a finger.

The male student, pressed against the female professor's back, lay limply on the sofa. A mixture of white semen and vaginal fluid gushed from their point of contact, slowly flowing down the professor's legs, over her round, white thighs, her long, slender calves, and her delicate ankles, until it accumulated into two thick white puddles in the soles of her pink-gold shoes. "How was it? Still more enjoyable without a condom, right?" The male student carefully scooped a large glob of slippery fluid from the professor's vagina and flicked it into her black lace-up high heels.

"Ugh, you're such a pervert." The professor's rebuke now sounded more like a coquettish plea.

"You like it too, don't you? Come on, put your shoes on, walk a few steps and let me see." Seeing that the professor lay languidly on the sofa, not moving, the man had no choice. This lovemaking had exhausted all his energy, and he was temporarily unable to have a second round.

"Knock knock knock..." A rapid knocking sounded at the door. "Teacher Song, Teacher Song..." A beautiful, clear girl's voice rang out.

It was Li Hongwei!

The female professor quickly stood up. Despite her haste, her movements to smooth her clothes were still elegant and charming. Unable to deal with the grinning male student, the professor glared fiercely at him, who was still naked from the waist down behind his desk. She reluctantly stepped into her elegant, mature black lace-up high heels, the sticky, slippery feeling spreading from her feet.

"Teacher..." The female student, unwilling to let the male student receive her most respected teacher's personal instruction alone, wanted to join in. Several times she tried to squeeze next to the boy, determined never to let him have any contact with Teacher Song alone—he was a lecher! Letting him be with any woman was dangerous. But to her dismay, the professor's attitude was firm, eventually even pushing and shoving her out of the office. She stomped her foot angrily, not blaming the professor, but instead adding another curse to her mind for that lecher.

What she couldn't see was that as her feet moved inside the shoe, thick, murky male semen visibly emanated from the shoe's upper. The professor's toes were extremely uncomfortable soaking in the warm, slippery semen. Her forced smile crumbled after she saw the girl off. She quickly took off her shoe and threw it at the male student, who was grinning wickedly. She then sat on the sofa, holding her breath, watching the milky liquid trickle down her delicate, white feet, first in clumps, then dripping onto the gray marble floor, creating vibrant white blooms.

(To be continued)

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