Intern Teacher

In the first half of this year, our major had a unified internship, and I was assigned to an internship at a media company. The reporter supervising my internship was a female teacher surnamed Wang. It was my first time reporting to the newspaper office. After my department head told me some things to note about interning at the newspaper, he made an internal call to Ms. Wang and arranged for her to supervise my internship. Then, following the department head's instructions, I went to report to Ms. Wang. I remember when I went to find her, she was sitting in front of her computer working on an article. Not wanting to disturb her, I quietly stood by the window not far from her seat, looking down at the scenery of Jinan. Just as I was gazing at the scenery outside, I seemed to hear a soft call, calling my name. I turned around and found that she had finished her work and was smiling as she looked at me. I suddenly felt embarrassed, as if I had been stripped naked in public. I knew it was because I felt uneasy in such an unfamiliar environment. But what made me even more embarrassed was the teacher in front of me, the one who would be supervising my internship for half a year.
In the instant I turned around, our eyes met, and I unconsciously lowered my head and walked away. Actually, my mind was completely blank at that moment, because in that brief glance I had been stunned by her beauty. My mind was filled with her image, but now I was like a child obediently following orders to get a toy, head down, afraid to look at her. She was wearing a black, tight-fitting collared top and skinny blue jeans, and looked to be close to 30. From that brief glance, I felt she was about 1.65 meters tall with a great figure. Since it was our first meeting, I knew nothing about her and could only rely on my intuition. Perhaps she hadn't had children yet; her slender eyebrows were carefully groomed, slightly upturned, and below them were a pair of beautiful eyes, as warm and alluring as the moon's gentle light. Her beautiful face had flawless skin, and a few strands of long hair cascaded down her chest, resting on her full breasts. She was still smiling, leaning back in her chair by the computer desk, gesturing for me to sit down. Then she asked me about my personal situation and how I should conduct my internship under her guidance. The time seemed to stretch on forever. Leaving the newspaper office, looking at the azure sky, I still felt like I was dreaming, but I was happy. Wasn't it wonderful to have such a beautiful teacher supervising my internship? So, contentedly, I returned to school, eagerly awaiting the start of my internship the next day.
In that environment, I naturally cherished the six-month practical opportunity, so I worked very hard at the beginning of my internship, constantly seeking guidance from my teachers. But as I gradually adapted to the environment, I began to become a little lazy. This was because Ms. Wang's seat was by the window. In a corner, when she wasn't around, I would often secretly chat online or browse adult websites, and frequently fantasize about what my teacher looked like. I don't know if this counts as being a bad student; I think it's probably normal for someone my age. After browsing, I would usually secretly delete the website address from the address bar. I remember one time, after I went to the newspaper office in the morning, none of the newspaper staff had arrived, including Teacher Wang. That's how it is in the journalism profession—it's relatively free, and working hours aren't fixed. Since I hadn't been assigned any tasks, I turned on my computer and went online, waiting for my teacher to arrive. I hadn't had a nocturnal emission for a long time, but last night before going to bed, after listening to the radio, I actually had one. Thinking about all this, I kept fantasizing about Teacher Wang's appearance, staring blankly at a photo on her desk for a while. Then I secretly went to an adult website again.
I was probably too careless that time. After minimizing the webpage, I went outside to get a glass of water. In that short time, when I came back, I suddenly found Ms. Wang already sitting in front of the computer. I forgot how embarrassed I was; I wanted to escape forever, cursing my carelessness and feeling ashamed that she had come at such an inopportune time. But I still forced myself to go over and greet her. I sat down next to her. Actually, I had been interning with her for a few months by then, and we got along very well. I gradually learned that she was 29, unmarried, didn't have a boyfriend, and wasn't from Jinan. After graduating, I came here to work and rented a place to live alone. Perhaps because we're not that far apart in age, she had no airs of a teacher at all. She treated me like a younger brother, and a few times she simply told me to call her "sister," saying that calling her "teacher" made her seem old and uncomfortable. This made our interactions very comfortable. I tried hard to suppress my nervousness, wondering how she would perceive me. I furtively glanced at her with an uneasy expression, then looked at the computer screen and saw that all the web pages were closed. I knew she must have seen what I was looking at. But she acted as if nothing had happened, responded with a sound of agreement, and smiled at me. She asked if I could trouble her to go upstairs to the distribution room and get her today's newspaper. I immediately ran up, feeling like I'd been granted a pardon.
In the days that followed, we continued as before, as if nothing had happened. We cooperated well, she gave me tasks or guidance on how to write articles, but I could sense something different between us, though neither of us knew what to say. Several times, I arrived at the newspaper office late, or she assigned me tasks to do alone on interviews. When I returned, I found her frantically shutting down her computer. I remember it was one day in June when I went out with her to interview a very... After finishing an important news report, I rushed back to work on the article, working until very late. We were both probably very happy that day because the interview was excellent. She suggested treating me to dinner. Actually, since I started interning with her, we've often eaten together on interviews and such, and sometimes she treats me. So, I felt a little embarrassed about it always happening, but I still agreed to go with her to a very charming restaurant not far from the newspaper office. She was as happy as a child that day, ordering a lot of dishes. Perhaps, a woman will always be a woman; no matter how strong she appears on the outside, she still needs to be cared for. After dinner, we went outside... I don't know how late it was... It started raining. June weather is like a child's face, changing in an instant. Pedestrians hurried by. The teacher had planned to take a taxi, but in this kind of weather, every taxi was busy. After waiting for a while in front of the restaurant without being able to flag one down, she decided to take the bus with me. When we both ran to the bus stop across the street, we were completely soaked. We huddled under the bus stop waiting for our respective buses, shivering with cold, but in good spirits, chatting happily
. Perhaps because of the weather and the long lines of people waiting for the bus, neither of our buses arrived for a long time, and we became less talkative, starting to feel a little impatient. Just then, my phone rang. It was a message from a classmate, another dirty joke. I chuckled after reading it. My teacher leaned closer, peering at my phone, and said, "What are you looking at? That's so funny." Actually, I knew she had probably already seen the message on my phone, so I said without hesitation, "A joke from a classmate," and handed her the phone. She smiled at me after looking at it and asked, "Any more?" I said, "I think I have a few more saved," and she started looking through them. Her phone rang, and she would occasionally smile at me, casually chatting about text messages; the atmosphere seemed relaxed. She was wearing a white suit, and I stood close beside her, stealing glances at her rain-soaked clothes. Her curves were clearly visible, and I could see the pink lace trim of her bra. Her long, flowing hair, wet from the rain, clung gently to her beautiful face, as if she had just bathed. Bathed in the orange glow of the streetlights, she looked so alluring. I couldn't help but steal glances at her every now and then, my heart pounding with nervousness, and I thought of things I had done before with... She and I went out for an interview together, and the image of us huddled together in the car made me fantasize about all sorts of scenarios if I could share a room with this teacher next to me. As I secretly glanced at her, our eyes met. Like an electric shock, my face flushed red, and my body trembled. At that moment, nothing needed to be said; my eyes betrayed everything. I lowered my head, my peripheral vision catching the men and women waiting for the bus, the couples embracing. My mind went blank; all I could hear was the patter of rain and the complaints or tender moments of the couples around me. Those few seconds felt like an eternity.
But what made me even more tense was that when she returned the phone to me, her cold fingers shattered the long-cherished tenderness in my heart. I took the phone, and unexpectedly, she gently stroked my head, her soft voice saying, "Your message is so funny, hehe." I looked up at her, smiled, my eyes clearly filled with desire. "Are you cold?" she asked, and then pulled me into her arms... Two lonely hearts burned without restraint in this rainy night. I looked at her, nodded, and said, "A little, how about you?" "I'm cold, hehe, won't we warm up if we hug like this?" Our hearts were tightly embraced, we could hear each other's pounding hearts, and I could feel her fragrant warmth. It was someone I had longed for, and she was my teacher. I wished that bus would never come, but it did. When I looked up at her with disappointment, my teacher, my lovely teacher, said something I never expected, something I will never forget— "Would you like to go to my sister's house?" Her burning gaze was so intense that I couldn't refuse. Actually, what I couldn't refuse was my body, my desire, my longing for her. At that moment, I nodded almost without hesitation, forcefully. I knew that missing out would be my mistake, unforgivable, and anyone in that situation would feel the same way. Her room wasn't large, but it was beautifully and uniquely decorated. Two milk-colored sandpits were covered with cartoon-patterned mats, a computer sat on a desk, and a single bed was covered with warm blue checkered sheets. A Pikachu toy sat on the bedside table. I stared at it for a few seconds, and then... was this bed the source of all my desires? "Hi, baby, take a shower, be careful not to catch a cold,"
she said with a smile as she came out of the bathroom, handing me a towel. "Oh," I said, taking the towel, my eyes burning with desire! I let the warm water from the showerhead wash over me, my lower body already hard and erect. I quickly rinsed myself off, dried myself, and went outside. She was sitting in front of the computer, listening to soothing music and browsing the web. When she saw me come out, she turned around and smiled at me. I boldly walked over and hugged her from behind, my tongue swirling around her earlobe and neck. My heavy breathing tickled her entire body, and at that moment, the fragrance of her beautiful body, a mixture of perfume and flesh, filled me with its aroma. The instant our bodies touched, a slight... A tremor ran through me, then everything seemed so natural and calm.
Once again, I mustered my courage and slid my hands from my teacher's shoulders to her chest, slipping them inside her low-cut neckline and into her embroidered lace bra. I grasped her two full, round, and elastic breasts and gently kneaded them. She shuddered as if electrocuted. "What are you looking at, teacher?" I said with a wicked grin. "Heh, isn't this that adult website I often browse?" "What, you don't know what this is?" "Don't you watch it often?" She turned and smiled at me. Yes, it's full of explicit scenes. Ha, I suddenly mischievously tickled her armpit. She couldn't stand it, hehe, she jumped up and wrapped herself around me. Suddenly, her hand tightly grabbed my dick. We were both stunned for a moment. "What are you doing?" I asked mischievously. "You're pressing against me, hehe, I'll just hold it down." "Is that so..." Before I could finish speaking, she opened her cherry lips and gave me a long, passionate kiss. Our tongues began a fierce battle, and we started kissing passionately... haphazardly grabbing each other's clothes, hair, and twisting each other's bodies. Actually, we were both wearing very little. She was only wearing a nightgown, a thin, smooth black nightgown, like a black fishing net wrapped around her body. Underneath, a black bra and panties were faintly visible. The slit in the middle of the nightgown went all the way to her neck. I could even see her full, round breasts squeezed together to form a tight cleavage. Yes, she was an incredibly voluptuous woman. We were entwined in that warm, orange-hued little house, clinging tightly to each other, kissing passionately and breathlessly. No matter how her long, delicate hands caressed my lower body, it still playfully pressed against her from time to time. I looked closely at her slightly closed almond-shaped eyes, sensing our mutual ecstasy, a strong, insatiable hunger surging within me, as if I wanted to devour each other. Her fragrant lips and tongue slid to my ear, her two rows of pearly teeth gently biting my earlobe before her tongue probed... She licked inside my ear, making me unbearably itchy. I could almost hear our breaths rushing like a torrent in a valley, and the sound of her tongue moving!
We stood there by the bed, kissing passionately and tirelessly. Our rapid breathing, sweet scent, soft music, gentle lighting, and her lingering allure all stirred up my long-suppressed primal drive and desire. One hand caressed her full, firm breasts, while the other lifted her nightgown and gently reached out... I went inside, slowly moving my hand upwards along the crevice between her shapely, long legs. The teacher, her face flushed, struggled shyly, clamping her long, beautiful legs together as if to prevent my hand from further penetrating her vagina. I knew she was perhaps afraid of the sensation, or perhaps it was our first time being so intimate. My hand roamed over her slightly trembling body, teasing and arousing her primal, wanton desire. I knew she couldn't take it anymore; the hand that held my penis began to stroke it, and her eyes were clearly filled with a hazy, lustful beauty, as if telling everyone that her libido had risen! Seeing that we were both in a state of sexual arousal, I picked her up and gently placed her on the warm, sweet single bed. Gently yet roughly, I tore off her nightgown, instantly revealing her flawless, naked body. Her figure was very well-proportioned and beautiful, her skin delicate and smooth, her curves graceful. Her abdomen was flat and smooth, her buttocks smooth and tender… Round and large, with shapely, long legs!
This is my internship mentor, the journalism teacher. Who says there aren't many beautiful journalists? She seems shy, or perhaps not used to it, gently closing her eyes, like a lamb about to be slaughtered. This made me feel a little guilty and sorry for her; after all, she's my teacher. But primal desires extinguished that fleeting conscience. I think we can forgive each other because of our mutual needs. I quietly admired the beautiful body before me; her high, undulating, plump buttocks were now only a small... A triangle of fabric trimmed with black lace concealed her round, plump figure, both sexy and alluring! Beneath the black silk fabric, glimpses of long, thick, dark pubic hair were visible, with a few strands peeking out from under the panties, utterly captivating. I couldn't resist starting to touch her through the silk panties, my hands pressing against her full, rounded vulva with affection. The warmth of her vulva, transmitted through the panties and into my hands, spread throughout my body, giving me an indescribable pleasure. My penis began to swell with excitement, pushing against my pants. Her bulge was almost bursting out of her pants!
Seeing her aroused and restless, her body writhing on the bed, her wet, lustful juices flowing freely, soaking her panties, her delicate body trembling slightly, her almond-shaped eyes filled with desire, murmuring softly, I felt a pang of tenderness, perhaps mixed with nervousness or love. I lifted her leg with one hand, and she obediently let me remove the last bit of covering. Instantly, her entire private area blossomed, like a lonely firework bursting in the dark night sky, a breathtaking sight. My eyes were dazzled. The teacher's pubic hair was thick, black, and long, completely surrounding her alluring and sensual vulva. The barely visible slit of flesh was glistening with wet, lustful fluid, and her two bright red labia opened and closed, as alluring as her cherry-red lips. I couldn't resist admiring her for a few seconds before lovingly parting her snow-white, rounded legs and offering my mouth to hers, gently kissing her, licking her labia majora and minora with my tongue, and lightly biting her clitoris with my teeth.
"Ah...ah...you little pervert...you're making me...I'm so uncomfortable...you're so naughty..." I heard her murmur and pout, which pleased me greatly, and I worked even harder. "Ah...I can't take it anymore...oh...you're licking me so well...I...I'm going to...I'm going to lose it..." My mind went blank. Suddenly, I sucked and licked her wet vulva with all my might. A stream of hot, lustful fluid flowed from her vulva like a babbling brook, flowing into my mouth. It was sweet, with a slight fleshy taste. Her whole body trembled, and she bent her jade legs, raising her plump buttocks even higher, making her vulva protrude even more, as if to bulge... Encouraging me to lick her juices even more thoroughly, watching her seemingly lost in a dream, her hands frantically searching for my dick, "Dear teacher...is it alright for your student to lick...?" I mumbled, but she seemed not to hear, closing her eyes as if nothing had happened. "Sigh...don't call me teacher anymore...it makes me feel guilty and uneasy to hear you calling me teacher all the time...call me sister..." Time slipped away with the ticking of the clock, and the lust in my heart burned lonely. Suddenly, she pried my head open. I thought she couldn't take it anymore, but unexpectedly, the teacher... She sat up, her eyes slightly closed, and murmured to me, "Let me lick you," while roughly pulling down my pants. "Wow...it's so big...it's amazing..." She glanced at me with her gentle, alluring eyes, her sexy demeanor unlike anything I had ever experienced before. Strands of her hair clung to her face and body, she was covered in fragrant sweat, and her breath was rapid, as if her long-dormant desire was finally being released from its long-suppressed thirst. I instinctively reached out to meet her, because it was already hard as water. The teacher's delicate hand grasped my erect and fiery member, and she opened her small mouth and began to gently lick it with the tip of her tongue, continuously using two... Her cherry lips were passionately sucking and teasing, her slender hands gently kneading my testicles. Yes, I'd only ever seen scenes like this in movies. I didn't have much sex, and I'd never seen such a trumpet-like sucking before. It felt so novel and stimulating, sending shivers down my spine. I couldn't help but moan with excitement: "Ah... Teacher, you're so good at sucking... So... So comfortable..." While enjoying her tenderness, my hands didn't stop caressing her body. Soon, I couldn't take it anymore. Perhaps, this was the moment we both needed each other most. "Hi, BB, would you let my... dok enter..." "Oh, baby," she said, lying down. At that moment, I didn't hesitate any longer, aiming at her entrance and thrusting in hard, a soft "whoosh" as I rammed all the way in, hitting the very depths of her flower. Perhaps it was the pent-up desire that made me so rough. Her insides were warm and tight, the tender flesh gripping me so comfortably. Yes, the teacher hadn't given birth yet, that's normal. Perhaps my roughness was a bit too much for her; she gripped my arm tightly, panting and looking at me pitifully, "Yours is so big…you don't even care if I can take it…you just…sigh…I'm scared…" "You, you little devil...sigh..." Unable to bear seeing her sobbing and pitiful appearance, he blamed himself for his earlier impatience. "Teacher...I didn't know you were so tight...I got impulsive, I really wanted to...make you unable to take it...I'm sorry," "Hmm...now thrust gently...don't be too forceful...I'm afraid, afraid I can't take it...don't be too impulsive, okay..." A hint of satisfaction and tension appeared on her lips, making her look even more delicate and charming! I began to slowly thrust in and out, and she seemed to enjoy it, twisting her smooth, snow-white, plump buttocks in response. "Sister, is this okay?" She was completely enjoying herself. There was no response, just moaning and groaning. "Is it still not good, sis? Should I pull out?" I suddenly had a mischievous thought. "No... don't pull out... I want to..." Seeing her, who was originally enjoying the full and tingling feeling of my filling her vagina, suddenly hearing this, she seemed very frightened and hurriedly hugged my back tightly with both hands, raised her legs high and hooked her feet around my waist, as if afraid that I would really pull out. "Sis... call me, call me dear husband..." "No, no... it's so embarrassing... I'm your teacher, I, I can't say it... little brother..." "Call me..." …I want you to call me, call me dear husband… call me now…” I slowly thrust in and out, “You… you’re really torturing me… dear, dear husband… oh… so shameful…” I felt her close her alluring eyes in shame, as beautiful as a bride on her wedding night! “Oh… so good… dear, dear husband… my little hole feels so good being penetrated… dear, dear husband… thrust faster…” The teacher’s lustful body rose and fell with the rhythm of my thrusts, her plump buttocks twisting nimbly as she thrust upwards, moaning passionately: “Oh… your big… big is touching my flower core… oh… good…” "Oh, that feels so good... I'm going to give it to you again... Oh... So comfortable..."
I felt a gush of hot water gushing out, the scalding sensation from the wetness was incredibly pleasurable, causing an unprecedented feeling to erupt at that moment. Primal desire surged, and I began to thrust and pump relentlessly without any restraint. My teacher's body seemed to be burning with desire, tightly embracing me in response. I could almost hear the continuous splashing sounds of the water as I thrust in and out, like a gentle stream flowing under a lonely starry night. Yes, this brought us both boundless pleasure, so comfortable that we were both going crazy. She held me tightly, her large, plump buttocks twisting and shaking violently, and occasionally letting out... She let out a series of ecstatic moans and murmurs, "Oh...oh...oh my god...it's so beautiful...ah...it's killing me...hmm...hmm...I'm going to be fucked to death by you...I can't take it anymore...ouch...I'm going to lose it again..." At this moment, my mind was blank, I wasn't thinking about anything else, and every now and then my whole body would tremble, probably from the stimulation of the teacher's tender flesh spasming, I could feel the constant sucking and kissing power from the lines, like a sausage sandwiched in a sandwich, infinitely wonderful, watching her face flush with pleasure, her hair flying wildly, her whole body trembling and moaning in fright, "Oh, oh...I can't take it anymore...hurry up and take my...ah...I'm going to lose it." "No... I'm going to be torn apart by you... dear husband... dear brother... please, please spare me... please spare me..." Seeing her in ecstasy, disheveled, panting heavily, her eyes glazed, her body soaked with sweat and vaginal fluid, "Sister... ah, no, teacher, please, please bear with me... I'm about to cum..." "Mmm, I want it too, I want it... I'm about to climax," her plump buttocks began to thrust and twist desperately to meet my rhythm, welcoming this final sprint, sucking and releasing, thrusting in and out, "Sweetheart... dear husband... this student is killing me... I want it..." "Lost..." "Ah... dear sister... meat sister... I, I'm going to cum too... ah, ah..." Suddenly, we both felt a sudden spasm, and we hugged each other tightly. Hot water gushed out, and we felt incredibly numb. I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated, shooting into that deep garden. She was also shot by the hot water and cried out, "Oh... dear husband... dear brother... it feels so good..." We both reached sexual climax at the same time. After hugging each other tightly for a moment, I pulled out and gently caressed the teacher's full and sexy body with my hands, kissing her and embracing her, feeling satisfied and tired.

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