The smell of a physics teacher

Starting from the White Cool High School...

That was when I was a freshman in high school. I felt like I was listening to gibberish every day, and I would get sleepy in the afternoons, so I would sleep on my desk. I don't remember how long I slept, but the teacher woke me up and said, "Are you sleepy? Don't you want to listen anymore? Wake up!"

Maybe I was scared, because I didn't dare to sleep again that afternoon. Listening to the class was pointless, so I started looking around.

That's when I started to observe my physics teacher (wearing glasses, average-looking, wearing sneakers, white bra straps but not big breasts, average butt). After looking for a while, I still wasn't very interested.

After class, she came over and asked me something. She said, "Do you sleep in the afternoons or do you not like listening to my class?"

I said, "I get sleepy in class in the afternoons, not because I don't like listening to your class!"

She smiled, said some encouraging words, and left. After that, I had some energy in the afternoons.

Three days later, during physics class, I started to have some thoughts about her. The period before this physics class was PE, so some people were lying down, and some were casually paying attention. I was tired, so I was lying down too. She got angry and started lecturing us, talking about things like future prospects, college entrance exams, and so on—things that seemed useless to me.

She stopped lecturing and sat down next to me to grade homework. I secretly watched her expression; it was rather comical. Her expressionless face, reflected in her eyes, made her seem much more mature. Then, my eyes suddenly lit up! She crossed one leg over the other and swung her foot up and down. It was a pair of white sandals, some parts not so white anymore (some paint was chipped). Her feet were medium-sized, not very fleshy, with a prominent arch, slightly yellow heels, and uneven toes. I kept staring at her feet (secretly).

Suddenly, she got up to go to the bathroom, and I waited on the desk. From a distance, I heard the sound of heels: thump! thump! thump! I heard a sound, and then she came in. At this point, the main sound in my ears wasn't the sound of her heels anymore; the most captivating sound was the friction between her feet and shoes—a slightly sticky, yet not quite sticky, sound. I immediately sensed her feet weren't very dry (they must have smelled). I started thinking about her feet (laying the groundwork for our later relationship).

Midterm exams were over, and I didn't do well (bottom of the class in physics). She started talking to me, but I wasn't very interested in what she was saying because my eyes were glued to her feet. She was even fiddling with her toes from time to time.

I only heard her say one sentence: "Why don't you go to tutoring classes? I'll teach, but I'll get home a little later, around 9 pm. What do you think?"

I initially wanted to refuse, but then I thought about getting to see her feet more often, so I agreed.

That first day of class, I sat even closer to the front of the row (I'd switched seats with a classmate), so I could see her feet perfectly. I was incredibly excited, waiting for her to make a move.

After waiting for 20 minutes, her feet were still still (I was getting impatient). Then I saw them start moving. I thought maybe there were some bugs or something, and she started scratching! But scratching didn't relieve the itch. After a while, she simply took off her shoes and started rubbing her feet together. I saw all of this and secretly took a picture with my phone.

Before I knew it, class was over, and she asked me, "How was the class?"

I said, "It was alright, I just wanted to look at your book."

She happily said, "I have a basic book at home, you can read it! I'll bring it to you tomorrow."

I asked, "Where do you live?"

She told me it was Hongyun Community. I said, "What a coincidence, I live nearby!" So, I went with her to her house.

After packing our things, we started going down the teaching building. As we went downstairs, I was captivated by the sound of her heels and the clatter of her feet against her shoes.

We chatted along the way and I learned that she didn't have a boyfriend (I didn't know why). We

arrived at her house quickly. Her house wasn't big; it was a rented apartment, but the furnishings were decent.

She said, "Sit for a while, I'll go find it!"

I started looking around her room. The only things that caught my eye were the shoe cabinet and the chair. The shoe cabinet was full of sandals (mostly sexy ones), and her chair was covered with bras, panties, and other items she had taken off.

Before she came out, someone knocked on the door and told her to go to the neighbor's house. She said, "Sit for a while."

I waited, thinking about her feet. Then my gaze shifted to the shoe cabinet, and I started to get bolder. I went over and picked up her usual white sandals, looked at them, and then couldn't help but lick them. I licked every part of the shoe except the sole. The taste wasn't very strong, but it aroused my desire. That's when I realized that I didn't just love her feet! But the first step was still to kiss her feet!

From licking feet to getting out of control

Our school organized a trip to Beijing, which gave me the opportunity! At first, I didn't plan to go because I'd been to Beijing countless times since I was a child. But when I heard that the physics teacher was going too, I started to look around (not many people went, mainly teachers), and decided to go and see what happened! I started planning whether to start by washing her feet and giving her a massage? (Touching the chemistry teacher's feet used to be a massage).

The first place we went to was a Japanese restaurant, where you had to take off your shoes to enter. I cleverly stalled for time at the entrance, and after everyone else went in, I started fiddling with the teacher's heel (it was quite difficult; it took me a while to loosen it a little), and then I went in.

After lunch, we went to the Summer Palace. There were artificial hills there, and I tried to get her to move around more. Then I saw her picking her nose, so I took a picture and showed it to her. She said, "Delete it." I

said, "No!"

Then I took it to show others, and she chased after me.

I jumped off a rock, and she jumped too, resulting in her heel breaking and her ankle twisting (just as planned). I didn't go up to her immediately; instead, I went to talk to someone else. I could tell she was a little upset with me.

We arrived at the hotel that evening, and it was just the two of us on the third floor. She exclaimed, "Look at you making a scene! My feet are killing me!"

I said, "Are you alright, teacher?"

She said, "Try it!"

I said, "Teacher, you should massage your twisted ankle properly, but don't twist it too much, or it will get worse."

She said, "Never mind if it's not serious!"

I said, "I have a friend whose feet hurt when he walks. "

Upon hearing this, she asked, "What should I do?"

I said, "When I was in sports, everyone on my team would come to me when they sprained their ankles. I studied with an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor."

So we went into her room. She said she was going to get hot water and asked me to wait for her. I said, "No need, it's too late, I'll be fine soon."

She said, "You've been running all day, your feet must be filthy."

I said, "People who used to be in sports could run even faster than you."

She was at a loss for words, so she sat on the bed, facing me sideways, but seemed a little embarrassed.

I took the initiative to place her feet on my lap, unfastened her shoes, and took them off (it was a little difficult because they were sweaty). She blushed slightly, and I started massaging (actually, just touching), but we didn't speak. I was so excited.

After 15 minutes, she said she was a little sleepy and told me to leave, so I went back.

When I got inside, I realized I hadn't taken my phone. I wondered where it was. Later, I found out it was in the teacher's room, so I went to get it. When I got my phone back from the teacher, I asked, "Is your foot feeling better?"

She seemed unhappy and didn't say anything before closing the door. I was puzzled. Back in my room, I looked at the photos from today, and the image of the teacher's feet made me cringe. I searched for a picture of her feet on my phone, but couldn't find it. I thought for a long time, and then... Ah!!! Could it be the teacher? I felt incredibly embarrassed and fell asleep in unease.

The next day, she indeed didn't speak to me, and we seemed very distant. I felt like my soul had left my body.

That evening, the teachers went drinking. They asked, "What are you drinking? How old are you?"

I replied, "I'm not young anymore, I can drink!" I downed a glass of wine, and the teachers applauded and cheered, so they let me join the party.

Since there was only one female teacher, the physics teacher, everyone joked with her, urging her to drink. I wanted to use this opportunity to win her over, so I drank with her and even shielded her from drinks.

The teachers all said, "Look at you! You even have a student drink for you! How boring!"

She seemed to have developed some feelings for me, so I drank with her alone, saying a lot of things to make her happy. Before I knew it, she was drunk.

We parted ways, and I took her back to her room. All the way there, I carefully and stealthily touched her body, making my little brother unbearable.

I helped her to bed and said, "Get some rest."

She stammered. But I didn't leave; instead…

I sat on the sofa to see if she was asleep. After 10 minutes, she was much quieter, and I mustered up my courage to touch her. My hand moved to her breasts, but I was scared, so I moved to her feet. After a while, I wasn't satisfied, so I started kissing her, mainly the areas where her shoes and feet were. Then I took off her shoes and started touching her feet, one toe at a time, then licking the soles until both feet were odorless… I closed the door and left, returning to my room, where I was excited all night.

On the third day, we went to a bar in Houhai. The atmosphere was nice, but she wasn't satisfied. So, when we got back that night, I went to see her. I brought a bottle of red wine and a bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) that I'd bought downstairs. When we got in, I said, "Teacher, you didn't get enough to drink today, did you?"

She said, "Yeah!"

I said, "Then let's have some more."

She said, "Okay."

But she doesn't drink baijiu (Chinese liquor), so I opened the red wine and poured her some. We started chatting, but I sometimes tentatively asked her if she liked me! She deliberately avoided the topic.

I said, "It's too hot in here, can I take off my clothes?"

She didn't answer. I took off my shirt, and she blushed. My muscles are quite developed. (At that time, I even picked up the chemistry teacher and did it!)

She said she needed to go to the bathroom, and I said, "It's too late, I have to go!" She didn't stop me.

I went back to the room and started thinking, does she like me? Wait!

I finished the rest of the wine and mustered up the courage to ask her. The door wasn't locked! When I went in, I saw no one was there!

I vaguely heard the sound of water. I went to the bathroom door and saw her taking a shower. I thought I'd record it and fantasize about it later, but then something surprising happened.

She sat on the bathtub and started touching herself, saying she wished she could find a man as strong as me.

I wanted to just rush in and do it! But then I thought, what if I failed and my reputation was ruined! No way!

So I went back to the room, but I couldn't fall asleep. I was so uncomfortable, I didn't care anymore and went upstairs. Because I had her masturbation video and she had fantasized about me, I knocked on the door.

She was wearing pajamas and said, "What brings you here?!"

I said, "Teacher, I want to talk to you about something."

I went in, and there was some wine on her table. We started drinking and talking.

After we'd had a few drinks, I said, "Teacher, I'm starting to like you!"

She smiled and said, "I'd be happy to have you as my older sister!"

I was stunned and said

, "I don't mean for you to be my older sister." She said, "What are you talking about? You've had too much to drink!"

I said, "Teacher, I want you. I've developed feelings for you after these past few days."

She said, "You know I'm your teacher?"

I said, "Yes, you're not much older than me. I see you as a woman, and you're the object of my fantasies!" (I was confident of my decision.)

She said in surprise, "How could you... No, you're overthinking it."

I took out my phone and showed her (it was just a scene of me showering). She immediately became a little anxious and said, "What exactly do you want?"

I said, "Teacher, I don't mean anything by it. I just like you and want to date you!"

She said, "Are you forcing me?"

I said, "No, your beautiful image has always been in my mind. From your hair to your feet, everything about you is so attractive!"

She said, "Is that why you photographed and licked my feet?"

I blushed at that moment.

She said, "How will you face others if they find out about this?"

I said confidently, "Since the teacher knows, don't blame me."

I played the second half of the video (the part where she masturbated and called my name), and she said, "How could you!?"

I said, "Teacher, since we like each other, why pretend?"

Her face turned red, and she said, "Even if you delete the video, I won't tell anyone about you licking my feet."

I said, "Even if the teacher knows everything tomorrow, I'm still going to have you tonight." Saying that, I hugged her tightly.

Pure chaos

I hugged her very tightly, and she resisted forcefully, saying, "Stop it! I don't want to lose you as a student."

I said, "Looks like your mouth is bigger than your temper."

Saying that, I kissed her, sucking her saliva with all my might. At this point, she finally couldn't speak! She started kicking me, and I took the opportunity to sit on her!

Seeing that her resistance wasn't as intense anymore, my hands started to roam over her body. I touched her breasts (they really weren't big). She started to block me with her hands, so I grabbed both of her hands with one hand and pressed them down on the bed, then started touching her with the other hand.

After a while, I grabbed her breasts with force, but they were too small, so I used more force. She probably felt pain, so she forcefully pulled her mouth away, her eyes red, and said, "That's enough! Is that enough? Please don't continue."

I said, "Teacher, do you think I'm just venting my lust? You're wrong! I really want you!"

She started to resist and cried out, "Let me go! How can I face anyone after this?"

I said, "Teacher, this is something between the two of us, no one will know!"

Although she was still unwilling, I could clearly feel that her resistance had weakened a lot!

I took the opportunity to take off her pajamas, revealing the true nature of her breasts (pitifully small). My mouth went straight to hers, first kissing her breasts forcefully, as if I were urgently trying to give her breast augmentation. After a while, I kissed her nipple again, this time biting it a little harder, and she made a sound!

I started to take off her pants, but she resisted with all her might, refusing to let me touch her anymore! Just then, a teacher knocked on her door and said, "Let's go clubbing!"

I quickly took out my phone and whispered, "Teacher, for our own good, I hope you understand!"

She said, "I'm not going, I'm asleep." Then the teacher left.

I started to take off her pants again, but she absolutely refused. I asked her, "Why won't you let me touch you?"

She didn't answer, but she looked very pleading.

I stopped for a moment, then picked up her feet and started kissing them. She didn't resist and just kept looking at me. I started sucking on each toe, and she started consciously pulling back!

I took off her pants, and this time she cried. I ignored her and continued licking her feet, then rubbed her feet on my underwear, and my penis got hard!

Then I started sucking on her vagina! At first, there wasn't much lubrication, so I started sucking while moving my hands over her body. After a while, I saw that there was enough lubrication! I then inserted myself. She seemed to be in pain. I felt it was really tight; it was the first time I'd encountered one that was so tight (our chemistry teacher is over 40, so she's probably quite loose). I was also excited at that moment, and I thrust very quickly. I was about to come in less than a minute, and I couldn't hold back and ejaculated inside her!

She kept crying. I thought that at her age, she shouldn't feel that much pain! When I pulled out, I saw blood!!! I realized she was still a virgin! I didn't know what to do! I hugged her, touched her face, and said, "Sister, I'll be good to you! Don't cry!"

She said, "I never thought my years of integrity in college would be betrayed by my student...!!!" She cried even harder.

I said, "Remember, in my heart you're my sister, my beloved sister."

She seemed to stop crying. I hugged her and said, "They say a 16-year-old girl's body is like soft butter, but it seems that's all false. Sister, you're truly a rare gem."

(The chemistry teacher is really a mature woman! Sagging breasts, calluses on her feet, excess fat around her waist, and her flesh has lost its elasticity.)

She leaned against me, not saying a word. I held her, and slowly we both fell asleep.

An abnormal teacher-student relationship

. Since coming back, I've had many exams, so I haven't had time to talk to her alone, and she's also intentionally started avoiding me!

I asked her sometime, and she said, "Forget about Beijing! Someone introduced me to a guy, and I'm going on a blind date."

I was stunned; I felt completely numb! The sky above me was gray that day; I thought she must be angry.

After evening self-study, I went to a health product store and bought apple-scented oral sex spray, a personal lubricant (it heats up instantly), and granular condoms. I used the rest of my money to buy some flowers. All the way there,

I kept thinking about how to talk to her. I thought I'd just give her the flowers and apologize. But as soon as I entered, she said, "You still know this place?! What are you doing here?!"

I put the flowers in her hands and said, "The most beautiful flowers for the most beautiful face; getting angry will only make you look worse!"

She took the flowers, turned, and went inside. I closed the door and followed her in.

When I got to her room, I smelled a strong odor. I saw a bottle of personal lubricant and a plastic penis on the table. I teased her, saying, "Sister, you must have been missing me terribly these past few days! You must have been fantasizing about me every day!"

She said, "Don't say that. You're just a child, only thinking about your own feelings. You forget everything when you're satisfied."

I felt guilty! So I picked her up and put her on the bed. I didn't rush to take off her clothes, but instead touched her whole body through them.

She said, "Don't turn on the light."

I said, "What, will you squirt if you see me?!"

Her face turned red, and then she started masturbating me. We then got into a 69 position. As soon as I took off her panties, I was stimulated by the strong smell. I immediately licked around her vulva, getting it all over my nose.

I joked, "Sister, you miss me like the Yellow River flows endlessly! It's so warm here."

As I spoke, her hand swayed faster. I knew I was about to ejaculate if this continued. I took out oral sex spray from my bag and sprayed it on my glans. I said, "Sister, come on, relax a little!"

She glanced at me, somewhat reluctant. I pressed her down and kissed her mouth, sucking her saliva as usual. I squeezed most of the bottle of personal lubricant onto her anus, and then I inserted her plastic penis.

She quickly pulled it out, saying, "This thing is too dirty to put there. I need to use it again later." Her words were somewhat euphemistic.

I said, "Sister, you have me. With me by your side, why would you need this emotionless thing?"

She seemed happy but didn't say anything. I inserted it and slowly moved in and out. Her anus was a little tight, so I used some force with my hand, and she started moaning!

I increased the frequency of my hand movements, and she said, "No, stop, I can't take it anymore! Oh... oh... oh..." she moaned softly.

I said, "Does my sister dislike me now? Why won't she give me oral sex?"

She said with difficulty, "No! No! I can't do anything about it now... Ah! Ah! Ah!"

I stopped, but didn't pull out.

She started licking my glans, and I felt that she hadn't let go, so I started moving the plastic penis in her anus again. She started panting and said, "More... More! How about it! Why aren't you stopping!"

I said, "If you can't let go, I can only help you relax."

She understood what I meant, so she took the whole penis in and started moving it up and down.

I continued licking her vulva. After a while, she seemed a little tired, and her mouth movements slowed down. I pressed her head down and began thrusting my penis wildly. She started struggling to speak, "You...you...cough cough..." Some liquid went into her trachea. "How many people have you played with? Ah!! So...so...playful!"

I could tell she was almost done, so I said, "If you want it to end quickly, use your strength, use your tongue too, tighten it."

She obediently did as I said, and then after about 10 seconds, I started to ejaculate. At this point, she tried to get her mouth away from my penis, but she couldn't keep up with my speed. I pressed her head down, and as a result, I ejaculated all of it into her mouth!

She was still panting. I held her against the headboard and said, "Sister, you're so skilled, how many people have you been with!"

She said angrily, "My first time was with you, and you still say things like that? I hate you so much!"

I said, "No! I'll make it up to you later!"

She was stunned and asked, "How will you make it up to me?"

I said, "I'll make you feel good all over."

She couldn't take it anymore and said, "I'm going to the bathroom, you rest for a while!"

I thought, I'm going to make you feel unbearable. Then I grabbed her and pushed her down onto the bed, put on my textured condom, and said, "Girl! I'll make you feel like you're in heaven."

She hesitated and said, "Teacher isn't a slut, you've got the wrong idea."

I said, "You still say you're a teacher! Should teachers have sex with students?"

She said, "What do you want me to call you from now on?"

I said, "Just call me husband! I'll call you wife!"

She was a little unwilling, I could tell, and then I took out my plastic penis and inserted it into her anus, thrusting it in and out forcefully.

She cried out, "Stop...stop! I can't take it anymore! Stop..."

I didn't listen to her and continued thrusting. In desperation, she said, "Honey, please stop."

Upon hearing this, I happily stopped. I placed my penis at the entrance of her vagina and said, "Wife, put it in."

She blushed and inserted my penis, as if she wanted to say something! But I ignored her and started thrusting directly. This time, she kept moaning (the textured surface worked very well).

I said, "What position do you like?" She

said, "As long as it's you, nothing else matters."

I thought to myself, she's just being sweet-talking because she's afraid I'll use too many tricks.

After thrusting for a while, I stopped.

I said, "Wife, sit on me, and then..."

Before I could finish, she aimed her penis at me! I started thrusting harder! The frequency gradually increased, and I saw her breasts tremble a little. I wanted to go and have some fun, but they were still too small. I took some lubricant! I applied it to her breasts and started playing.

She was a little embarrassed and said, "My breasts are a little small."

I said, "Not a little, they're too small. It's hard for me to even grab them!"

She got angry: "Then go find someone else!"

I ignored her and continued thrusting hard. She groaned, "You...you...you're so strong! I...I really love...I've fallen in love with you...don't despise me."

I thrust for a while and ejaculated. I hugged her and said, "Wife, I love you as a person, not your breasts. I hope you love me as a person, not just my strong body."

She nodded and leaned against me.

I held her and said, "Tonight we're going to have a blast. I'm going to make you fly!"

She didn't say anything. I glanced at her; she was secretly laughing!

After resting for a bit, I got off the bed, pulled her up, and hugged her from behind. I held her from behind, letting her support herself on the bed, and then I penetrated her.

I smiled and said, "We're working together very well." Then I penetrated her and slowly thrust in and out.

I asked her, "Do you like this?"

She didn't say anything, but her body seemed to tremble slightly.

I said, "Is this a feeling of being moved or something?"

She seemed a little uncomfortable. That's when I realized her arm strength was too weak. So I changed positions. I hugged her from the front, letting her wrap her arms around my neck, and I pulled her genitals into her vagina.

I said, "This way I can see your expression."

She hugged me tightly, clinging to me, and said, "Let's start thrusting."

She couldn't speak anymore, just panting heavily.

I went to kiss her breasts, but as I thrust, her breasts bounced up and down, and I couldn't get the timing right. She laughed at me, but I was angry. I bit her nipple and thrust hard. She cried out in pain, "Gently... Is this how you treat me?"

Seeing her anger, I released her, but thrust even faster. I couldn't see her expression anymore, but for some reason, I didn't want to ejaculate, so I kept thrusting.

Then she couldn't take it anymore, yelling, "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ejaculate quickly! This will give me a second orgasm! Ah! Ah! I'm going to cum!"

I said, "Cum! Cum what?"

She said, "Hurry up!"

Seeing her pleading tone, I thought, forget it. I sped up, and soon ejaculated. But when I pulled out, her genitals were practically a fountain, spraying me all over, and her sheets were soaked with her fluids. That's when I realized what she meant.

I laughed, "Hahaha!!"

She said, "I've done all sorts of exciting things with you, what am I going to do now?!"

Then I carried her into the bathroom.

But we didn't do anything. She could tell I was more tired than her. I lay in the bathtub, and she washed me with shower gel. Suddenly, she said, "Why didn't you touch my feet today?"

I said, "I was only thinking about you today, hehe!"

She stretched out her feet and said, "You used to touch my feet to please me, didn't you?"

Without saying a word, I licked her feet, even between her toes. She seemed to enjoy it. Then I put all her toes in my mouth, and she said, "My feet don't need washing, they're all clean!"

After the bath, I left. When I got home, she was all I could think about!

It started with a pair of white shoes and ended with a pair of white shoes.

After that, I went to her place almost twice a week, doing it two or three times each time. But the good times didn't last long. Less than six months later, she told me she was leaving, and I didn't visit her for a week.

One night, she asked me to come see her, and I went with mixed feelings.

When I entered, she was sitting on the bed, wearing a swimsuit and those white sandals, and said, "Come on, today is our last day together. I'm afraid we won't have another chance."

I didn't ask where she was going; I just walked up to her, hugged her, took out my phone, and deleted that video.

I said, "Wife, I have a gift for you. Can you give me one too?"

She said, "What?"

I took off her white sandals and said, "I fell in love with you because of these shoes. Now I'm taking them. From now on, you'll always be in my heart."

She acquiesced. She tried to persuade me to stay overnight, but to ensure she would always have me in her heart, I ignored her and left, without a thought on my mind.

And that's how this abnormal relationship ended. When I got busy, I forgot about her completely. But the following summer, when my girlfriend came to my house, she took out those white sandals from the back of the shoe cabinet. She put them on and said they were beautiful, which reminded me of the past.

I helped her sit on the bed and said, "Don't stop me from doing anything."

She looked at me suspiciously, and I kissed her feet! She resisted a little, but not because she disliked me.

Although the feet weren't hers anymore, the smell was still hers. I gave those shoes to my girlfriend, and she loved wearing them. When I miss my teacher, I kiss those white sandals and her soft feet; that smell is my teacher's smell!

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/30726.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=30726&aspx=1

Previous Page : My sex life with my girlfriend

Next Page : A Chinese Ghost Story