During my sophomore year, a beautiful new professor arrived at the college. With her exquisite face, porcelain skin, perky breasts, and rounded, shapely hips, combined with a tall yet voluptuously curved figure, she was a vision that stirred the deepest fantasies in anyone who saw her. In the dormitories, she became our favorite topic of conversation during breaks, and in the quiet stillness of the night when sleep eluded me, she replaced every other fantasy as the object of my lustful daydreams.

Every time I lay in bed, imagining stripping her clothes away to feast my eyes on her magnificent naked body, ravaging her breasts and lush buttocks, and finally pinning her to the floor to thrust deeply into her succulent form, I would drift off to sleep with a smile, my manhood standing proud.

In my dreams, there were times when the sheer ecstasy of our carnal union would cause me to lose control and climax right there in my sleep. I remember when she first arrived, it was winter. Because of the temperature difference between indoors and out, she would always take off her coat before class, leaving her in just a soft wool sweater. Sitting in the front row, waiting eagerly, my eyes would constantly wander, staring hungrily at her full, upturned breasts.

Hehe, to catch every glimpse of her grace, I—who usually sat in the very back—made it a point to fight for the front-row seat closest to the lectern every single day. In truth, listening to her lecture was a pleasure in itself; not only was she beautiful, but she always taught with a gentle smile that made a lecher like me feel as if a spring breeze were brushing against my soul.

Unconsciously, even though I was usually a silent student, I began to become more active, nodding along to her points and frequently answering her questions. It must be said, a beautiful woman lecturing is the best way to motivate students, especially one like me!

Because of my stellar performance in her class, I made full use of my rogue-like charms, constantly finding excuses to get close to her. Before long, we became quite familiar. The faculty dormitory where she lived was located between our dorms and the classrooms. When school let out, I would use all sorts of pretexts to walk with her, laughing and chatting all the way to our respective homes.

Every time I watched her disappear into her single dormitory, I couldn't help but fantasize: *How wonderful would it be if one day I could enter her room, and given the chance and the circumstances, finally take her?* But I knew it was mostly wishful thinking; she always locked her door tight the moment she entered. Getting inside was difficult enough, let alone the thought of ravaging her there.

So, for a long time, my relationship with the beautiful teacher remained strictly in the realm of fantasy.

However, perhaps heaven saw how lonely I truly was, because a real opportunity finally presented itself. Hehe, for a prepared predator like me, one chance is all it takes.

It happened just after I had returned from an internet cafe off-campus after watching some adult films. It was past ten at night, and walking through the quiet campus, the biting wind gave the air a somewhat eerie chill. As I passed the faculty dormitory area, my thoughts drifted back to her, and the lust that had just been quelled by masturbation surged back to life with a vengeance.

With bated breath, I looked toward her dormitory from a distance. With just one glance, my eyes widened and I froze in place. Good heavens, was I seeing things? It was such a familiar silhouette! Why was she coming home so late? Was she on a date? I hadn't heard of her having a boyfriend! Shaking my dazed head, I followed her closely. Only God knew why she was returning so late; I just had to see if there was a chance to slip into her room and claim her.

At that moment, my body was entirely controlled by my loins, and my mind was driven by pure lust, repeating a single command: *Take her! Take her!* For some reason, she wasn't walking fast; she seemed a bit unsteady, stumbling slightly, which gave me a sudden urge to run over and support her.

Perhaps because it was dark, it took her a long time to fumble with her keys and open the door. To my surprise and intense excitement, unlike her usual routine, she stepped inside immediately, leaving the door ajar and leaving me trembling with agitation. An opportunity! The chance had come! I had finally caught you!

Like a gust of wind, I rushed to her door and quickly slipped inside, locking it behind me. Suppressing my frantic excitement, I crept into her room. The living area was empty; she must be in the bedroom. Silently tiptoeing into her sleeping quarters, I witnessed a sight that nearly made me shout with joy.

She was sprawled across the bed like a fallen star, fast asleep! She hadn't even taken off her coat! Moreover, the room was filled with the sharp, pungent scent of alcohol. Was she drunk? Unsure if she was truly unconscious, I didn't dare make any sudden moves. Slowly, I crept to her bedside and leaned in close to her face. She was indeed deeply asleep, her face etched with a hint of sorrow, a stray tear clinging to the corner of her eye. *Ah, she has her own stories to tell,* I thought. *Life is full of hardships; let me comfort her.*

With that thought, I gently rolled her over and propped her up so she could lean against me. Being this close to such a beautiful woman was an unprecedented sensation! Though, a small part of me felt a twinge of disappointment that the sharp smell of alcohol had replaced her usual sweet perfume. *Oh, woman, why drink so much?* But then again, if she hadn't drunk so much, perhaps I wouldn't have had this chance to be so intimate.

Feeling resolved, I began to admire her beauty. Slowly, my trembling hand moved toward her chest. Hehe, she was definitely drunk; she hadn't even flinched. Seeing the coast was clear, I no longer hesitated. My hand began to slowly and powerfully massage and knead her breasts.

Usually, just catching a glimpse of her firm breasts was enough to satisfy me, but to feel them in my hands was an exquisite, soul-stirring sensation. In that moment, I felt like the happiest man alive. After a few moments of fondling, I realized that rubbing her through her clothes was like scratching an itch through a boot—unsatisfying. Thus, I began to undress her, starting with her coat, then her sweater, and finally her thermal undershirt. Two minutes later, the final barrier was gently swept away.

Swallowing hard, I stared fixedly at the sight that had haunted my dreams. Two snow-white peaks, large and perfectly proportioned. I had always known her breasts were magnificent, but seeing them naked before my eyes made my previous fantasies seem pale and hollow compared to this vivid, breathing reality. A primal growl escaped my throat; one hand cupped one massive breast while my head dipped down to catch the other nipple in my mouth.

The sensation of her skin—silky, soft, and warmly firm—made me increase the pressure of my kneading. My tongue swirled around her nipple, tasting the sweet, milky scent that made my breathing grow heavy and my suction more intense. Under the assault of my hands and tongue, her nipples grew hard, which in turn heightened the pleasure flowing through my fingers and mouth.

"Oh... ah..." Perhaps my dual assault was providing a sense of comfort, for the sleeping beauty let out a soft, contented moan, though her eyes remained closed. This was a massive encouragement. I began to act more boldly. As her breathing grew heavy, I slowly moved my hand downward, groping for a while before finally sliding her trousers down.

Through her panties, I reached into her crotch, searching for the entrance to the forest, and there, I felt it—a gentle, flowing stream! Gently rubbing the edges of that little stream, I closed my eyes to savor this unprecedented sensation. Suddenly, my finger brushed against a small, raised bud, causing her to let out a sharp, wanton cry of pleasure.

I knew exactly what that was—the "clitoris," the favorite target of every man in the films. Hehe, it seemed the beautiful teacher was quite lustful; in such a short time, she was already flooding and her little bud was blooming, and it was surprisingly large. Truly a goddess.

Finding her nub, I began to pinch and roll it between my index finger and thumb, drawing continuous moans of "oh" and "ah" from her, accompanied by rhythmic pulses of warmth from her core. At this point, my patience reached its limit. Frantically, I stripped off all my clothes and, with heavy breathing, climbed on top of her.

Aiming my rod at the weeping entrance, I thrust forward with force. It felt as if my member had suddenly plunged from a frozen wilderness into a steaming, warm shower. That wet, tight, enveloping sensation made me desperate to release. "Mmm..." Perhaps sensing my entry, she let out a moan of pure pleasure.

Seeing how much she enjoyed it, my confidence soared. Adjusting my position, I began a rhythmic piston-like motion, thrusting in and out. For the first time, a man truly understood the exquisite ecstasy that comes from the tightest of embraces. The friction was intensifying, becoming almost unbearable. My movements grew more frantic, then more primal and rough.

Under this high-frequency friction, sweat began to pour off my body, and my breath became as heavy as a bull's.

"Ah... mmm... harder... hit me harder... crush me... Tao, keep loving me... don't leave me... harder!" Under my assault, the beautiful teacher began to moan and cry out wantonly. But why was there a hint of sadness in her voice? *Tao?* Was she calling out the name of an ex-boyfriend? These questions flickered through my mind during the thrusting, but they didn't matter now. All that mattered was the sensation in my loins. I was at the brink. With two final, violent thrusts, I pulled back and, like a dam bursting, sprayed my seed against the wall. It was a joke—this was a professor, after all! I didn't dare finish inside her; while it might have been more intense, my sliver of remaining sanity told me that doing so might actually kill me!

After a short rest, I moved behind her and entered her again, this time with a gentler, more rhythmic pace. I had been too excited before; now, I wanted to savor every second. With every thrust, I buried myself to the hilt, my pelvis slapping against her large, rounded buttocks. The sensation was incredibly smooth and supple.

"Mmm... oh... ah!" She cried out in time with my rhythm. After about half an hour of my tender thrusting, her cries became more rapid, her body began to convulse, and her vaginal walls tightened around me with incredible force. The intense squeezing made me feel like I was about to erupt again.

Suddenly, a surge of heat flooded my glans, which was buried deep within her. A jolt went through me, and finally, I couldn't hold back. For several long seconds, the sheer intensity of the ejaculation left me feeling as if I were floating between heaven and earth.

As the storm of pleasure subsided and my mind cleared, I realized I had made a potentially fatal mistake. But it was too late! My head was spinning, still reeling from the warmth of our intimacy.

*Ah, trouble! Big trouble!* After much deliberation, I decided the best course of action was to flee before she woke up.

I would deal with the consequences later. If she actually woke up and killed me, not only would there be the law to contend with, but my own conscience would never forgive me! How could one bear to let such a magnificent creature perish at one's own hands after such a night?

For the next two weeks, my heart was in my throat, constantly fearing that the police would burst in to arrest me.

However, after observing her for a while, I realized she was acting as if nothing had happened at all. This brought me immense relief and a secret sense of triumph. This goddess... she had been thoroughly taken by me, yet she had no idea. Perhaps she even thought it was all just a vivid, erotic dream!