Finally, after drinking, he had sex with his advisor.

It's been almost a month since the start of the semester, and being in the student council, I've been busy helping with the orientation. After many days of hard work, the activities were finally completed successfully, and we were all exhausted. We pestered the teacher who did the student affairs (my advisor) to treat us to dinner. She was quite kind and agreed to treat us to some barbecue.
Our group, including teachers and students, numbered over ten, and we ate until after 10 pm. Most of us drank too much, so my advisor went to pay the bill. A few of us who were still okay took turns taking the others back to school. I was a little tipsy too, but not too bad. When she came back after paying the bill, everyone was pretty much done walking. Seeing that she was a little unsteady, I offered to take her home. At first, she said it wasn't necessary, but later, seeing that she was indeed walking unsteadily, she agreed. Up until then, I didn't have any other thoughts.
But when we were almost at her faculty dormitory, she started vomiting, leaning against a tree by the roadside. She vomited quite violently. Once she seemed to have finished, I quickly gave her the bottled water I had to rinse her mouth. She rinsed twice, said she was a little tired, and sat down by the roadside to rest. Then, she leaned against me and couldn't stand up. It was already a bit chilly at night, and sitting by the roadside like that would definitely make her catch a cold. I told her to go upstairs and rest, but she didn't react. It was a little awkward standing downstairs in their faculty dormitory. I hesitated for a moment, then half-carried, half-lifted her onto my shoulder and carried her into the building. To say "carry" was an understatement; she didn't move at all, just leaned on me. I carried one of her arms on my shoulder and reached my other hand under her armpit from behind, half-dragging, half-carrying her forward. Only then did I truly appreciate my advisor's softness and fragrance. Her breasts weren't large, less than a B cup. But she was slender with a tiny waist. Although she wasn't tall, her buttocks were pert. Don't ask me how I know; if you carried a girl from the bottom of her stomach to the fourth floor, you'd know too.
I took the keys from her bag, opened the door, and went inside, exhausted and sweating. I panted and, with a hint of mischief in my heart, placed her on the bed. Then I looked around the small room, which could barely be called a one-bedroom apartment; it was quite clean and cozy. I went to the bathroom first, washed my face, and tried to calm down. Because, at this point, I was already fully erect. And on the other bed lay a woman, ready to be taken. Actually, someone as petite as her wasn't my type, but I don't know if it was the alcohol that heightened my libido, or if the feeling from earlier was making me nostalgic. I couldn't control myself and wanted to have her. Looking at my lustful self in the mirror, I didn't hesitate any longer and pushed open the bathroom door.
Looking at my advisor lying on the bed, she was no longer in the position I had placed her in; she had rolled over, lying on her side with one leg extended and the other bent. Her feminine curves were fully exposed, and I felt like my head was about to explode. I got on the bed too, lay down behind her, and began nervously running my hands over her body. She let out a soft snore, which eased some of my tension. She was wearing a shirt and trousers. I didn't dare to unbutton her clothes, so I pulled the shirt out of her trousers and slipped my hand inside. After rubbing it a few times through her bra, I pushed it up and started kneading her breasts directly. Her breasts weren't big, and the feel was so-so, but her nipples were large. After a couple of rubs, they stood erect, and they felt nice to squeeze. As I played with her nipples, I observed her reaction. I found that she barely reacted, except occasionally when I pressed harder, her brow would furrow slightly. After playing for a while, I instinctively moved my hand down, slipping it inside her trousers. The counselor was very thin, so there was a considerable gap at the base of her legs. My hand easily caressed her groin, and I could feel the warmth inside. Then I pulled down her panties and pressed my hand directly against her vulva. I was somewhat surprised by what I felt, because her vulva was very slippery, and the clitoris was protruding, which I could clearly feel with my hand. Just then, I felt the counselor in my arms begin to tremble. The trembling wasn't intense, but it was definitely happening.
A thought suddenly popped into my head: was she awake? Did she know what I was doing? Was she tacitly approving of what I was doing? This thought sent a shiver down my spine. Scenes from the past flashed before my eyes, and the more I thought about it, the more likely it seemed. So I decided to try. I whispered in her ear a few times, but she didn't move. I licked her ear a couple more times and noticed her head twitched slightly before stopping, her ear instantly turning red. I knew she was definitely awake and waiting for me to make my move. So what was I waiting for? In a few quick movements, I stripped us both naked. Then, I spread her legs, placed my already rock-hard penis against her vulva, and began to slide, tease, and squeeze, until my entire penis was covered in her fluids. Only then did I slowly insert it. Tightness was my first sensation. The feeling of being enveloped was wonderful; the squeezing sensation was incredibly pleasurable. After a few thrusts, she gradually got used to it, and I began my assault. Knowing she was conscious, or rather, partly conscious, and deliberately indulging me, I unleashed my full power. Confident in my abilities, I used every trick in the book, and she was already panting and groaning, though her eyes were still closed. I was almost at my limit too, so I lifted her legs and began thrusting forcefully, all the way in. She couldn't pretend anymore and started groaning loudly, her legs slipping off my shoulders and clamping around my waist, though the blanket covered her face. Seeing this, I became faster and harder, and finally, just before ejaculating, I instinctively tried to pull out and ejaculate outside, because I wasn't wearing a condom. Unexpectedly, her legs were clamped very tightly, and I couldn't break free twice. I lost control, holding her waist, and thrust violently a few more times, pressing firmly against her clitoris, and ejaculated. I ejaculated a lot; when my penis softened and was squeezed out of her opening, a lot of white fluid gushed out. I never expected to ejaculate inside her on our first time having sex.
After a while, I pulled her into my arms again and began our second tender moment. She remained motionless, letting me play with and knead her, the only difference being that she still kept her face covered. I thought, "She's still pretending even after all this." So I forcibly pulled the blanket off and started French kissing her. At first, she resisted, but after I forced her teeth open, she surrendered, letting me suck and stir, though she rarely responded. Seeing this, I suddenly wanted to play a prank. I released her mouth, flipped over, and knelt on her chest, putting my dripping penis to her mouth. I could clearly feel her resistance, and she turned her head away. But how could I let her have her way? So I wiggled my penis, rubbing it against her face, getting her face covered in our genital fluids. Finally, I forcibly opened her mouth and thrust inside. Strangely enough, after I thrust inside, she stopped struggling. They started sucking and licking his penis, but...

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