The old man who collects used clothes

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The old man who collects used clothes lives on my way to the community library. Because it hasn't been renovated, his house is one of the few in the community that still has a courtyard. Since he injured his foot, people in the community, understanding his inconvenience, have been bringing their used clothes directly to his house. Although I haven't delivered used clothes in a long time, every time I pass by his house, I still see the tall stacks of used clothes behind the wall, and the old-fashioned roof of the house peeking out from behind them.

Perhaps because I drank too much for breakfast, I felt the urge to use the restroom halfway there. I took a detour to the only shop nearby with a public restroom, only to find it closed! I had to quicken my pace towards the old man's house. Finally, I arrived and quickly rang the doorbell a few times. After a while, I heard a faint "Coming..." coming from behind the door.

Although I was stamping my feet in frustration, I could only see a few tall stacks of used clothes through the cracks in the dilapidated wooden door. After a while, the old man's small figure finally appeared in the courtyard. I quickly knocked on the door again. The old man squinted, as if he saw me through the crack, and then quickened his pace to open the door.

"I'm so sorry... Miss, I've kept you waiting for so long..." the old man said as he opened the door.

"It's alright, I've come to deliver some old clothes." I quickly handed the old clothes bag to the old man. "Excuse me... could I use the restroom?" The old man took the old

clothes, glanced at my trembling legs, and immediately said kindly, "The restroom is in the back."

Perhaps because of his bad legs, the thin old man walked a little slowly... I followed him through several piles of old clothes boxes, and finally saw a bungalow. But the old man turned to the side, and I followed him around the house until we reached the backyard. There I saw a semi-open kitchen, a cubicle that looked like a bathroom, and a small squat toilet.

I quickly thanked the old man and walked to the relatively clean toilet, only to notice that the wooden door was even more dilapidated than the front door! The most bizarre thing was that the wooden strips on the ventilation frame at the bottom of the door had all broken off, leaving only a large hole!!

I froze for a moment, before I could react, the old man had already torn a piece of cardboard from an old cardboard box next to him. He walked over, scratching his head, seemingly embarrassed, and said, "I'm sorry, miss, I live alone and it's very basic. I don't have the money to repair the house, so the toilet is quite dilapidated. I know you're not used to this kind of toilet, but you can use this piece of cardboard to cover the hole, then you can use it without worry."

The old man kindly stuffed the cardboard into my hand. I didn't have time to think; I only knew that if I didn't use the toilet soon, I would embarrass myself in front of the old man! I quickly thanked him and went into the toilet.

I closed the door, quickly took off my light jacket and put it on the shelf next to me along with my bag, then turned back to put the cardboard away. Perhaps because the old man had torn it at the last minute, the cardboard seemed a bit small! After putting it away, it could only cover less than half of the hole! I didn't have time to get another piece of cardboard, so I turned around, facing away from the door, and prepared to squat down...

I rolled up my skirt to my waist, and just as I was about to pull down my underwear, I suddenly realized that I was still wearing the underwear that had been cut out from the front to the back in the middle! Afraid of upsetting my father by tearing my fragile underwear in my haste, I squatted down and pulled the two thin straps at the bottom of my underwear apart until they were stuck on either side of my buttocks. Then I couldn't hold it in any longer and peed...

I absentmindedly enjoyed the relaxing pleasure, vaguely hearing only the sound of urine splashing into the toilet and the occasional whooshing sound outside the door, which I thought was the wind... Because the urine sprayed so fast and in such a scattered way, some of it even flowed backwards towards my anus, I came to my senses a little and used my hands to pry open my buttocks, making it easier to urinate...

I continued to urinate, feeling drowsy and relaxed all over... After finally finishing, I realized that my legs, which had been tense for so long, were now weak... I held onto the shelf next to me and struggled to stick my buttocks out, then shook them to try to shake off the remaining urine... After shaking my buttocks, I took out toilet paper from the bag. I first slightly parted my vulva, then gently wiped it with toilet paper… Because of what happened before I left… my vulva was still a little red and swollen… After wiping for a while, because there was toilet paper stuck to my vulva, I had to gently manipulate it, but I didn’t expect that after being manipulated, my vulva would become very sensitive again… I only manipulated it a little more, and my red and swollen vulva became completely wet again…

I shyly wiped my vulva again, cleaned my buttocks, then threw the toilet paper into the toilet and flushed. I wanted to pull the thin straps stuck on both sides of my buttocks back down, but I didn’t expect that in my haste I pulled the straps too high, and as a result, the two straps were already tightly stuck on both sides of my buttocks… I had to use my hands to pull my buttocks flesh and slowly roll the straps down. After finally managing to pull the two straps off, the thin straps had been rolled into thin ropes!

Because the thin ropes were relatively loose, I had to pull my underwear up a little, but unexpectedly, one of the thin ropes got stuck inside my vulva! The sudden stimulation of my swollen vulva made me involuntarily twist my thighs... I parted my pubic hair with my hand and saw the thin rope stuck on my clitoris, then sinking down into my swollen vulva. I couldn't help but feel so ashamed... How could a delicate teacher like me let a thin rope get stuck in her vulva! ...

I endured the stimulation and carefully dug the thin rope out of my sensitive vulva, pulling it to the side... After I finished, I tried to stand up slightly, but unexpectedly, both thin ropes slid inwards together, clamping one of my labia... My swollen labia were clamped like this, making me involuntarily twist my thighs several more times, almost making a sound...

I had no choice but to spread my thighs again and squat down, carefully pulling up both thin ropes, and then putting both thin ropes together... between my swollen labia... My vulva was being stimulated again, and my thighs trembled... I couldn't help but let out a "hmm". With a soft "~" sound... I vaguely heard the hissing sound outside the door again...

I saw the thin rope stuck in my vagina, and thinking of my delicate face, I felt so ashamed... Luckily, no one saw it... Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing... As I thought this, I gently parted my swollen labia with my hands, and then pulled back the pubic hair that was caught on the rope. I took a piece of toilet paper and dried my vagina, which had become very wet again... After everything was done, I slowly stood up, supporting my numb legs...

After standing up, I pulled my skirt down, and it felt like the toilet had suddenly become brighter! I turned around and saw the bright sunlight streaming in through the hole between the door and the cardboard! Sure enough, you can only appreciate the beautiful weather after you've finished using the toilet... I turned back, straightened my hair, adjusted my spaghetti strap top and skirt, then moved the cardboard aside, picked up my thin top and bag, and happily opened the toilet door.

I looked outside; the sun-drenched backyard was quiet, without even a breeze… I tried to move my legs slightly, but because they were still a little numb and there was a thin rope inside my vagina… I couldn't walk very fast… Luckily, the sink was right next to the toilet.

Perhaps hearing the sound of me washing my hands, the kind old man appeared at the corner of the bungalow just as I finished. He slowly walked towards me, holding a cup in his hand.

I smiled and greeted him, “Uncle, thank you for your help. I'm all done and can go now.”

“You're welcome. I'm glad you came to bring me old clothes. Are you leaving?”

The old man took a sip of his drink as he walked over.

“Yes, I have some things to do. I'm leaving… Bye-bye!” I waved lightly to the old man.

“Oh… Ah!…”

The old man seemed to choke suddenly. Before I could react, he sprayed his drink right at me!! I felt a sudden heat on my clothes and looked down to see that my pinkish-orange spaghetti-strap top was now covered in black stains! My white skirt also had several stains!

"Oh, I'm so sorry, miss, I've soiled your clothes!"

I hadn't fully recovered yet, and could only keep saying, "It's alright, sir, don't worry..."

"I'm so sorry, miss, I'm so sorry! Your clothes are dirty and you can't go do your business. I'll go get you some clothes to change into right now!"

The old man seemed very apologetic. I kept telling him it wasn't necessary, but he insisted that I follow him to get the clothes. As we walked towards the front of the bungalow, the old man said, "Although I collect used clothes, I also collect new clothes that brand-name stores can't sell. Don't worry, I'll definitely get you new clothes..."

When we reached the front of the bungalow, the old man asked me to wait a moment while he went to find me some clothes. He came out shortly after going inside, covered in sweat.

"I'm so sorry! I only found these two items. Go in and try them on to see if they fit!"

I couldn't refuse the old man's insistence, so I took the clothes and walked into the bungalow with a little trepidation.

I closed the dilapidated door and looked back. The old man's bungalow only had one room. In the room, besides a large bed against the right corner, there was only a wardrobe in the left corner and a pair of tables and chairs next to the wardrobe. On the table, besides an old television, there was only a large pair of scissors... The only window in the room was diagonally in front of the table. I drew the curtains that were originally open, but found that they were inexplicably cut a little short! Then a rather large gap appeared between the door and the window sill…! Although I couldn't find the light switch, the sunlight streaming in through the crack in the door and under the curtains made the room quite bright. I glanced around; several posters of racing beauties were pasted on the yellowed walls, each featuring a girl wearing a low-cut, tight-fitting top and a very short pleated skirt…

I turned back and took off my thin coat, placing it on the old man's bed along with the bag. Perhaps because the room was quite warm, the old man's sheets emitted a damp, sweaty smell, which made me feel strange, a sense of filth… I couldn't help but pick up the coat and place it on top of the bag, separating it from the old man's sheets…

I picked up the two pieces of clothing the old man had given me and noticed that one was a white, low-cut, V-neck, sleeveless top, and the other was a very, very short pink pleated skirt. I checked the tags and was surprised to find that both were very expensive designer brands!

I took off my dirty, pinkish-orange spaghetti strap bra and carefully put on the designer low-cut top the old man had given me. Because it was a bit tight, it took me a while to get it on… After I finished, I looked down and saw that the V-neck was too low, and my old bra was showing through the neckline…!

Since the old bra clashed terribly with the pretty low-cut top, I had no choice but to take it off… I first took off the pretty white top, then carefully unhooked the bra, and the already small old bra immediately popped open! My two enormous, bell-shaped breasts, which I was most ashamed of, sprang out…!

“Cough!…Cough cough!” Suddenly, I heard the old man coughing as if he had choked! I was startled! Reflexively, I covered my chest with my hands… I turned to look at the window and thought I saw a dark shadow moving outside! ? But the coughing had stopped… I thought the old man must be alright now, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I faced the window and slowly opened my hands... My two large, snow-white breasts trembled and were revealed again... I suddenly remembered that the night before, someone had said that my two big breasts were very sexy and that I liked to show them off, and I felt so ashamed... How could a teacher as pretty as me like to show my breasts to others...! Just as I was feeling ashamed, I suddenly heard a small scraping sound from the windowpane! I snapped out of my daze and quickly grabbed the pink pleated skirt, my two snow-white breasts trembling, and walked towards the brighter window…

I reached the window, placed the pleated skirt on the back of a chair, then leaned against the window and bent down to take off my own white skirt… As I lifted my leg, because I was wearing high-heeled sandals, I lost my balance, and my two large breasts, hanging down, swayed back and forth from my thighs… I felt very ashamed… When I lifted my other leg, I had to use one hand to hold the curtain to prevent my breasts from swaying too much…

I picked up the pink pleated skirt and looked at it, wondering why that company would sell such a short skirt, and why the hem looked like it had been cut short with scissors? I turned around and held the skirt to the slightly open curtain. In the light, I saw that some parts of the hem hadn't been cut properly, with loose threads! Perhaps that's why this skirt couldn't be sold?

I remembered the large scissors on the old man's table, so I quickly turned around, picked them up, and carefully cut off the loose threads. After cutting, I touched the hem, and it was indeed much better!

Bathed in the light from the window, I happily held the repaired skirt up to my thighs. In the light, I realized I was in a strange old man's room, wearing only a pair of panties with thin strings tucked into my vagina, my entire fair and delicate body exposed by the window! I couldn't help but feel incredibly shy… I quickly and bashfully picked up the pink pleated skirt and put it on. As I pulled the skirt up to my thighs, I realized it was a little tight on my buttocks… I struggled slightly to put it on, but my large breasts swayed violently in the sunlight…! I felt so embarrassed, but my nipples seemed to harden… After finally getting the skirt on, I found the pink pleated skirt and my two fair and slender legs looked great together, but although it looked good, the skirt was ridiculously short! In fact, the pink pleated skirt was much shorter than the miniskirts of the race car girls on the wall! And because the skirt had to be worn very low to avoid any wardrobe malfunctions, I not only exposed my entire fair abdomen and pubic bones… but also a little bit of pubic hair…! I turned around to look behind me, and most of my snow-white buttocks were exposed… even my shameful anus was almost showing…!

Because the exposed butt crack didn't seem to match my delicate appearance, I had to pull my pleated skirt up slightly to cover it. But after pulling it up, because my buttocks were quite large and perky, and the pleated skirt was too short, the back of the skirt ended up sticking out diagonally backward, exposing the entire lower half of my buttocks to the cool air…! I turned around to look in front, and because the skirt was so short, I saw two thin strings disappearing downwards among my pubic hair! I slightly parted my pubic hair, and under the pleated skirt, my swollen and red vulva, aggravated by the strings, was revealed…!

I leaned shyly against the windowsill, slightly spreading my legs, carefully parting my pubic hair and labia that were pinched by the strings. But as soon as I touched it, my sensitive vulva became wet and soft… I felt dizzy, and after a while, I belatedly felt a light, itchy sensation on my buttocks sitting on the windowsill? I reached back and lightly scratched my buttocks, and my two large breasts, exposed by the window, swayed back and forth with the movement of my hand… I saw those two snow-white breasts, which I found most shameful, swaying dazzlingly in the sunlight, and I couldn't help but feel my whole body heat up…

I weakly raised my head and saw the old man's smelly sheets spread out on the edge of the bed, and I felt so disgusted… But my two weak legs involuntarily led me over… I turned around shyly in front of the bed, supporting myself with my hands on the edge of the bed… and then slowly sat down… The moment my tender buttocks touched the old man's dirty sheets, I couldn't help but get goosebumps all over my body, and my two shameless large breasts trembled as well…

I struggled to stand up, but my soft little hole was already pressed tightly against the old man's rough sheets…! I lowered my head, my breasts trembling helplessly... In a daze, my vagina was completely numb, wanting only to be licked by the old man's mouth... Although I didn't want to be licked, my body felt my vagina go from being pricked by needles to a numb, itchy sensation... I unconsciously covered my exposed panties with my hand, but my little finger, buried under my skirt, accidentally caught on a thin string... My already burning clitoris was stimulated by the string, immediately feeling like it was melting! I involuntarily twisted my hips a few times, my numb vagina being rubbed roughly by the sheet, and I couldn't help but tremble my large breasts, brought to orgasm by the old man's lewd sheets...!

Because my whole body was weak, I could only barely support myself as I sat on the edge of the bed... In my hazy state, I seemed to see a dark shadow moving in the light? I weakly raised my head, barely concentrating, and realized that whether it was because of the wind or because I had pulled it, the curtains had been drawn almost halfway open...!

I felt ashamed and wanted to stand up quickly, but because my legs were weak, I had to catch my breath a few times before I could straighten my chest and slowly push myself up...

After I stood up, I glanced at the pink pleated skirt. Although I really liked it, I was worried that my father would be angry if I wore it too short outside. After thinking about it, I decided that I could only change back into my original skirt...

I bent down with my back to the window to take off my skirt. Halfway down… I suddenly noticed the old man's sheet was completely wet! I touched the wet spot; it felt sticky. I smelled it, and it smelled like a vagina…!

I felt so ashamed!! I never imagined my vagina would have such a stain! I was worried the kind old man would be angry to see the wet sheet, and I felt I had to leave his house quickly!

I hurriedly took off my pink pleated skirt, went to the window, and picked up the white skirt hanging on the back of the chair. I bent down, not even caring about my breasts swaying in the sunlight, and focused on putting the skirt back on. Then I went back to the bed and picked up the white top the old man had given me. Because the white top was so tight, it took me a while to tuck my large breasts, which had been accidentally sticking out since I entered the room, back into the top… I looked down, and because the top was white and I wasn't wearing a bra, my two pink nipples were clearly visible… Worried about being seen and accused of being provocative, I thought for a moment and decided to put my thin outer garment back on… I put the pinkish-orange spaghetti strap top and bra into the bag, tidied my hair a little, closed the curtains I'd forgotten to close, picked up my pink pleated skirt, and went out.

As soon as I stepped outside, I saw the old man standing there. He looked disappointed when he saw me…

“Miss, you didn’t change out of the clothes the old man gave you…”

I said with a guilty smile, “I did change my top, but the skirt was too small for me, so I didn’t change…” I opened the bag, revealing the pinkish-orange spaghetti strap top inside.

"Are you really wearing the top the old man gave you? You didn't just take off your dirty clothes, did you? Even though it's not cold, you'll still catch a cold wearing just this thin shirt..." the old man said sincerely.

"Really, I'm wearing the top the old man gave me right now..." I shyly unbuttoned the thin outer garment, slightly revealing my white, super low-cut top... Because the old man was quite short, and I was wearing high-heeled sandals, his eyes were directly on my exposed chest...

"This kind of clothing only looks good on girls with fair skin and good figures like you!" the old man praised me after swallowing a mouthful of saliva...

"Um... thank you, I quite like this top too~ but it's a bit tight..." When I heard the old man praise my fair skin, I couldn't help but show a sweet smile~

"What?... Is it tight?" The old man saw me smile and casually pulled the thin outer garment I was holding a little wider...

"Um... I don't often wear such tight clothes, but... this designer... top... is... okay on me..." I couldn't concentrate on speaking. Because my clothes were spread open with both hands, my body was exposed to the sunlight... I held my chest out, worried that the old man would notice my two swollen, pink nipples... Luckily, the old man just pulled my hands, which were gripping my clothes, further away... He squinted, staring at my clothes, and said, "I have other clothes in various sizes for you to choose from..." He wiped the sweat from his forehead and added, "Even bras!"

"Bra~!" I blurted out unconsciously when I heard the old man say he had bras in various sizes.

"Of course, we have many large-size bras that are only available overseas!" The old man said, kindly reaching out to brush the hair hanging down my neck...

"Oh...! Really?" I couldn't help but feel a little surprised and delighted to hear that he had the large-size bras I needed most!

"Yes!" The old man's lips curled into a strange smile. His hand trembled as it slid down, stopping just before touching my hair on my chest... He swallowed hard, then suddenly said, "Not only do I have large bras suitable for your size, but also all kinds of panties, thongs with thin straps, and panties with a hole in the middle—all the kinds of things a girl like you would like..."

The kind old man's sudden strange words made my head spin a little. I involuntarily uttered an "Mmm..." Before I could speak, the old man excitedly said, "No problem! I'll go in and get the clothes that best suit you."

I saw the old man turn to walk back into the house, and suddenly remembering the wet sheets I had spilled, I quickly said, "No need, I have something urgent to attend to, I have to go."

"It won't be long, it'll be over in a minute!..." Seeing the old man really about to go back into the house, I quickly added, "Really, no need, I really have something urgent to attend to..."

"Are you really leaving?" The old man turned around, his expression one of disappointment...

I felt guilty and reluctantly took out my pink pleated skirt, saying to him, "Thank you, sir, but I really have something to do. This skirt... I guess... I guess... you can have it back..."

"Okay... I understand..." The old man seemed to be thinking about something. He paused for a moment before walking over. He took only one step, then seemed to stumble, his foot suddenly twisting, and he tripped and fell towards me!

"Ouch!" The old man's left hand reached forward and grabbed my waist. In his panic, his right hand grabbed my collar. I quickly grabbed his arm, but perhaps because I didn't have much strength in my hands... the old man continued to slide down! In his haste, the old man's right hand accidentally pulled down my collar, and I felt a chill on my left breast! Before I could react, the old man fell to the side again! I quickly stepped forward to help him up! In the chaos, I felt my right breast being forcefully pulled out of my clothes! I froze for a moment; my right breast was now exposed, being forcefully grabbed by a hand! The old man finally managed to grab on, preventing himself from falling further…

After he regained his footing, I slowly released my grip on his hand. He seemed still dazed, gripping me tightly… I glanced down slightly; my thin outer garment barely concealed my writhing, deformed breasts, which lessened the shame a little… I suppressed the sweet sensation and managed a trembling voice to ask, “Uncle… your… um… foot… is it alright?”

The old man slowly raised his head to look at my face. Suddenly, I realized my breasts were no longer deformed, but my nipples were twisting and throbbing with pain…! I hadn’t expected the frail old man to have so much strength. I winced in pain, my body trembling slightly… Then a smile appeared on his lips as he said, “Very good…” The old man slowly released me… As he withdrew his hand, he accidentally lifted my thin outer garment, forcing me to see my two swollen, red nipples… and my thin, open-back panties pulled up above my skirt…

I quickly pulled my outer garment back up, embarrassed, to make myself appear normal. Relieved, I said considerately to the old man, "That's great... I'm glad you're alright!" The old man seemed very grateful for my help. He said that the pink pleated skirt was a bit short, and most girls wouldn't dare wear it for fear of being too revealing. He added that if I liked wearing such a skirt, I could take it with me. Hearing that the old man was going to give me the designer skirt, I couldn't help but smile sweetly and happily thanked him. I happily put the pink pleated skirt into my bag, when suddenly the old man seemed to remember something. He said that when he fell, he thought he had pulled on my shirt. He wanted to know if my clothes were torn, and if so, he would get me a new one. I told the old man that my clothes weren't torn and that I really had to go... but the old man insisted that he needed to see with his own eyes that my shirt wasn't damaged before he would believe I wasn't just being polite. Unable to refuse the old man's concern, I shyly turned my face away and whispered, "Look... it really isn't broken..."

My hands trembled as I slightly opened my thin jacket. It was the first time in my life that a stranger had looked at me like this, and I was so ashamed I almost cried... But my hands involuntarily opened the jacket even wider... I squeezed my almost weak legs together and slightly twisted my upper body from side to side so the old man could see me from the side... In a daze, I heard the old man say, "Hehehe... That's great, you're definitely different from other girls... Next time you come, I'll definitely give you lots of pretty clothes that suit you."

Upon hearing that there would be new clothes, I couldn't help but say in a coquettish voice, "I know~ Uncle... I'll definitely come again~" As soon as I finished speaking, my hands, which were gripping the clothes, were pulled even further apart! Before I could react, my nipples, which had been swinging back and forth in the air, twisted and throbbed with pain again...! I couldn't help but let out another "Mmm~", and my shoulders trembled several times... Then I heard the old man's deep chuckles again... I suddenly remembered that last night when I was sleeping, I discovered that my two large breasts were born to be played with by men... and I felt helpless and my whole body went limp... But then I thought that the old man was a stranger! As a female teacher who projects a refined and elegant image, I felt so ashamed I almost cried again… My hands trembled as I slowly and reluctantly closed my thin coat… Only after the coat was finally closed did the sweet pain in my nipples disappear… I turned around and saw the old man's disappointed expression… Afraid he would go back inside, I quickly turned to the side, shyly pulling up my skirt to cover my exposed thin-strapped underwear, and then carefully buttoned up my coat…

Seeing that I was done, the old man reminded me to come again next time, and I obediently said yes before saying goodbye. As I walked out the door, my sensitive nipples were still rubbing against my coat…

The old man who collected used clothes lived on my way to the community library. Because it hadn't been renovated, his house was one of the few in the community with a courtyard. Since he injured his foot, people in the community, understanding his inconvenience, had been bringing their used clothes directly to his house. Although I hadn't delivered used clothes in a long time, every time I passed the old man's house, I still saw the tall stacks of old clothes trunks behind the wall, and the old-fashioned flat roof peeking out from behind them.

Perhaps because I drank too much for breakfast, I felt the urge to use the restroom halfway there. I took a detour to the only shop nearby with a public restroom, only to find it closed! I had to quicken my pace towards the old man's house. Finally arriving, I quickly rang the doorbell a few times, and after a while, I heard a faint "Coming..." coming from behind the door.

Although I was practically stamping my feet in frustration, I could only see a few tall stacks of old clothes trunks through the crack in the dilapidated wooden door. After a while, the old man's short figure appeared in the yard. I quickly knocked again, and the old man, squinting as if he saw me through the crack, quickened his pace to open the door.

"I'm so sorry... Miss, I've kept you waiting..." the old man said as he opened the door.

“It’s alright, I’m just bringing some old clothes.” I quickly handed the bag of old clothes to the old man. “Excuse me… could I use the toilet while I’m at it?”

The old man took the clothes, glanced at my trembling legs, and immediately said kindly, “The toilet is in the back.”

Perhaps because of his bad legs, the thin old man walked a little slowly… I followed him through several piles of old clothes boxes, and finally saw a bungalow, but the old man turned to the side. I followed him around the house again, and only when we reached the backyard did I see a semi-open kitchen, a cubicle that looked like a bathroom, and a small squat toilet.

I quickly thanked the old man and walked to the relatively clean toilet, only to notice that the wooden door was even more dilapidated than the main door! The most bizarre thing was that the wooden strips on the ventilation frame below the door had all broken off, leaving only a large hole!!

I froze for a moment, before I could react, the old man had already torn a piece of cardboard from an old cardboard box next to him. He walked over, scratching his head, seemingly embarrassed, and said, "I'm sorry, miss, I live alone and it's very basic. I don't have the money to repair the house, so the toilet is quite dilapidated. I know you're not used to this kind of toilet, but you can use this piece of cardboard to cover the hole, then you can use it without worry."

The old man kindly stuffed the cardboard into my hand. I didn't have time to think; I only knew that if I didn't use the toilet soon, I would embarrass myself in front of the old man! I quickly thanked him and went into the toilet.

I closed the door, quickly took off my light jacket and put it on the shelf next to me along with my bag, then turned back to put the cardboard away. Perhaps because the old man had torn it at the last minute, the cardboard seemed a bit small! After putting it away, it only covered less than half of the hole! I didn't have time to get another piece of cardboard, so I turned around, facing away from the door, and prepared to squat down...

I rolled up my skirt to my waist, and just as I was about to pull down my underwear, I suddenly realized that I was still wearing the underwear that had been cut out from the front to the back in the middle! Afraid of upsetting my father by tearing my fragile underwear in my haste, I squatted down and pulled the two thin straps at the bottom of my underwear apart until they were stuck on either side of my buttocks. Then I couldn't hold it in any longer and peed...

I absentmindedly enjoyed the relaxing pleasure, vaguely hearing only the sound of urine splashing into the toilet and the occasional whooshing sound outside the door, which I thought was the wind... Because the urine sprayed so fast and in such a scattered way, some of it even flowed backwards towards my anus, I came to my senses a little and used my hands to pry open my buttocks, making it easier to urinate...

I continued to urinate, feeling drowsy and relaxed all over... After finally finishing, I realized that my legs, which had been tense for so long, were now weak... I held onto the shelf next to me and struggled to stick my buttocks out, then shook them to try to shake off the remaining urine... After shaking my buttocks, I took out toilet paper from the bag. I first slightly parted my vulva, then gently wiped it with toilet paper… Because of what happened before I left… my vulva was still a little red and swollen… After wiping for a while, because there was toilet paper stuck to my vulva, I had to gently manipulate it, but I didn’t expect that after being manipulated, my vulva would become very sensitive again… I only manipulated it a little more, and my red and swollen vulva became completely wet again…

I shyly wiped my vulva again, cleaned my buttocks, then threw the toilet paper into the toilet and flushed. I wanted to pull the thin straps stuck on both sides of my buttocks back down, but I didn’t expect that in my haste I pulled the straps too high, and as a result, the two straps were already tightly stuck on both sides of my buttocks… I had to use my hands to pull my buttocks flesh and slowly roll the straps down. After finally managing to pull the two straps off, the thin straps had been rolled into thin ropes!

Because the thin ropes were relatively loose, I had to pull my underwear up a little, but unexpectedly, one of the thin ropes got stuck inside my vulva! The sudden stimulation of my swollen vulva made me involuntarily twist my thighs... I parted my pubic hair with my hand and saw the thin rope stuck on my clitoris, then sinking down into my swollen vulva. I couldn't help but feel so ashamed... How could a delicate teacher like me let a thin rope get stuck in my vulva! ...

I endured the stimulation and carefully dug the thin rope out of my sensitive vulva, pulling it to the side... After I finished, I tried to stand up slightly, but unexpectedly, both thin ropes slid inwards together, clamping one of my labia... My swollen labia were clamped like this, making me involuntarily twist my thighs several more times, almost making a sound...

I had no choice but to spread my thighs again and squat down, carefully pulling the two thin ropes up, and then pulling them together... into the middle of my swollen labia... My vulva was being stimulated again, and my thighs trembled... I couldn't help but let out a "Mmm". With a soft "~" sound... I vaguely heard the hissing sound outside the door again...

I saw the thin rope stuck in my vagina, and thinking of my delicate face, I felt so ashamed... Luckily, no one saw it... Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing... As I thought this, I gently parted my swollen labia with my hands, and then pulled back the pubic hair that was caught on the rope. I took a piece of toilet paper and dried my vagina, which had become very wet again... After everything was done, I slowly stood up, supporting my numb legs...

After standing up, I pulled my skirt down, and it felt like the toilet had suddenly become brighter! I turned around and saw the bright sunlight streaming in through the hole between the door and the cardboard! Sure enough, you can only appreciate the beautiful weather after you've finished using the toilet... I turned back, straightened my hair, adjusted my spaghetti strap top and skirt, then moved the cardboard aside, picked up my thin top and bag, and happily opened the toilet door.

I looked outside, and the sun-drenched backyard was quiet, without even a breeze... I tried to move my legs slightly, but because my legs were still a little numb and there was a thin rope inside my vagina... I couldn't walk very fast... Luckily, the sink was right next to the toilet.

Perhaps hearing the sound of me washing my hands, the kind old man appeared at the corner of the house just as I finished. He slowly walked towards me, holding a cup in his hand.

I smiled and greeted him, "Thank you for your help, sir. I'm all done and can go now."

"You're welcome. I'm glad you came to bring me the old clothes. Are you leaving?"

The old man took a sip of his drink as he walked over.

"Yes, I have some things to attend to. I'm off...bye-bye!" I waved goodbye to the old man lightly.

"Oh...ah!..."

The old man seemed to choke suddenly. Before I could react, he sprayed his drink right at me! I felt a sudden heat on my clothes and looked down to see a black stain on my pinkish-orange spaghetti-strap top! There were also several stains on my white skirt!

"Oh, I'm so sorry, miss, I've dirtied your clothes!"

I hadn't fully recovered yet, and could only keep saying, "It's alright, sir, don't worry..."

"I'm so sorry, miss, I'm so sorry! Your clothes are dirty and you can't go do your errands. I'll go get you some clothes to change into right now!"

The old man seemed very apologetic. I kept telling him it wasn't necessary, but he insisted that I follow him to get the clothes. As we walked towards the front of the bungalow, the old man said, "Although I collect used clothes, I also collect new clothes that designer stores can't sell. Don't worry, I'll definitely get you new clothes to wear..."

When we reached the front of the bungalow, the old man told me to wait a moment while he went to find some clothes for me. He went in and came out sweating profusely not long after.

"I'm so sorry! I only found these two items. Go in and see if they fit!"

I couldn't refuse the old man's insistence, so I took the clothes and walked into the bungalow with a little trepidation.

I closed the dilapidated door and looked back. The old man's bungalow only had one room. Besides a large bed against the right corner, the room only contained a wardrobe against the left corner and a table and chairs next to it. On the table, besides an old television, was a large pair of scissors… The only window in the room was diagonally in front of the table. I pulled the curtains closed, only to find they were inexplicably cut short! This created a rather large gap between the curtains and the window sill…! Although I couldn't find the light switch, the sunlight streaming in through the crack in the door and under the curtains made the room quite bright. I glanced around; several posters of racing beauties were pasted on the yellowed walls, each featuring a woman wearing a low-cut, tight top and a very short pleated skirt…

I turned back and took off my thin coat, placing it on the old man's bed along with the bag. Perhaps because the room was warm, the old man's sheets emitted a damp, sweaty smell, which made me feel strange, a sense of filth… I couldn't help but pick up the coat and place it on top of the bag, separating it from the old man's sheets…

I picked up the two pieces of clothing the old man had given me. One was a white, low-cut, sleeveless V-neck top, and the other was a very, very short pink pleated skirt. I checked the tags and was surprised to find that both were expensive designer brands!

I took off my already dirty pinkish-orange spaghetti strap bra and carefully put on the designer low-cut top the old man had given me. Because the top was a bit tight, it took me a while to get it on… After I got it on, I looked down and saw that the V-neck was too low, and my old bra was showing through the neckline…!

Because the old bra clashed terribly with the pretty low-cut top, I had no choice but to take it off… I took off the pretty white top first, and then carefully unhooked the bra. The old bra, which was already too small, immediately popped open! My two large, bell-shaped breasts, which I was most ashamed of, bounced out completely…!

“Cough!…cough cough!” Suddenly, I heard the old man coughing as if he had choked from the window! I was startled! Reflexively, I covered my chest with my hands… I turned to look out the window and thought I saw a dark shadow moving outside! But the coughing had stopped… I thought the old man must be alright, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Facing the window, I slowly opened my hands… and my two large, snow-white breasts trembled and were revealed again… I suddenly remembered what someone had said the night before when I was sleeping: that my breasts were very sexy and that I liked to show them off. I felt so ashamed… How could a pretty teacher like me like to expose my breasts to others…! Just as I was feeling ashamed, I suddenly heard a small scraping sound from the windowpane! I snapped out of my daze and quickly grabbed the pink pleated skirt, my two snow-white breasts trembling, and walked towards the brighter window…

I reached the window, placed the pleated skirt on the back of a chair, then leaned against the window and bent down to take off my own white skirt… As I lifted my leg, because I was wearing high-heeled sandals, I lost my balance, and my two large breasts, hanging down, swayed back and forth from my thighs… I felt very ashamed… When I lifted my other leg, I had to use one hand to hold the curtain to prevent my breasts from swaying too much…

I picked up the pink pleated skirt and looked at it, wondering why that company would sell such a short skirt, and why the hem looked like it had been cut short with scissors? I turned around and held the skirt to the slightly open curtain. In the light, I saw that some parts of the hem hadn't been cut properly, with loose threads! Perhaps that's why this skirt couldn't be sold?

I remembered the large scissors on the old man's table, so I quickly turned around, picked them up, and carefully cut off the loose threads. After cutting, I touched the hem, and it was indeed much better!

Bathed in the light from the window, I happily held the repaired skirt up to my thighs. In the light, I realized I was in a strange old man's room, wearing only a pair of panties with thin strings tucked into my vagina, my entire fair and delicate body exposed by the window! I couldn't help but feel incredibly shy… I quickly and bashfully picked up the pink pleated skirt and put it on. As I pulled the skirt up to my thighs, I realized it was a little tight on my buttocks… I struggled slightly to put it on, but my large breasts swayed violently in the sunlight…! I felt so embarrassed, but my nipples seemed to harden… After finally getting the skirt on, I found the pink pleated skirt and my two fair and slender legs looked great together, but although it looked good, the skirt was ridiculously short! In fact, the pink pleated skirt was much shorter than the miniskirts of the race car girls on the wall! And because the skirt had to be worn very low to avoid any wardrobe malfunctions, I not only exposed my entire fair abdomen and pubic bones… but also a little bit of pubic hair…! I turned around to look behind me, and most of my snow-white buttocks were exposed… even my shameful anus was almost showing…!

Because the exposed butt crack didn't seem to match my delicate appearance, I had to pull my pleated skirt up slightly to cover it. But after pulling it up, because my buttocks were quite large and perky, and the pleated skirt was too short, the back of the skirt ended up sticking out diagonally backward, exposing the entire lower half of my buttocks to the cool air…! I turned around to look in front, and because the skirt was so short, I saw two thin strings disappearing downwards among my pubic hair! I slightly parted my pubic hair, and under the pleated skirt, my swollen and red vulva, aggravated by the strings, was revealed…!

I leaned shyly against the windowsill, slightly spreading my legs, carefully parting my pubic hair and labia that were pinched by the strings. But as soon as I touched it, my sensitive vulva became wet and soft… I felt dizzy, and after a while, I belatedly felt a light, itchy sensation on my buttocks sitting on the windowsill? I reached back and lightly scratched my buttocks, and my two large breasts, exposed by the window, swayed back and forth with the movement of my hand… I saw those two snow-white breasts, which I found most shameful, swaying dazzlingly in the sunlight, and I couldn't help but feel my whole body heat up…

I weakly raised my head and saw the old man's smelly bed sheet spread out on the edge of the bed, and I felt so disgusted… But my two weak legs involuntarily led me over… I turned around shyly in front of the bed, supporting myself with my hands on the edge of the bed… and then slowly sat down… The moment my tender buttocks touched the old man's dirty bed sheet, I couldn't help but get goosebumps all over my body, and my two shameless large breasts trembled as well…

I struggled to stand up, but my soft, tender vagina was already pressed tightly against the old man's rough sheets…! I lowered my head, my two breasts trembling helplessly… In a daze, my vagina was completely numb, wanting only to be licked by the old man's mouth… Although I didn't want to be licked, my body felt my vagina go from being pricked by needles to feeling numb and itchy… I unconsciously covered my exposed panties with my hand, but my little finger buried under my skirt accidentally caught on a thin string… My already hot clitoris was stimulated by the string, immediately feeling like it was melting! I involuntarily twisted my hips a few times, my numb vagina rubbed by the rough sheets, and I couldn't help but shake my two large breasts, brought to orgasm by the old man's lewd sheets…!

Because my whole body was weak, I could only barely support myself and sit on the edge of the bed… In my dazed state, I seemed to see a dark shadow moving in the light? I weakly lifted my head, barely managing to concentrate, only to realize that the curtains were almost half-drawn open—whether by the wind or by my own pulling—!

I felt incredibly ashamed and wanted to stand up quickly, but my legs were too weak. After catching my breath, I straightened my chest and slowly pushed myself up…

Once I was standing, I glanced at my pink pleated skirt. Although I really liked it, I worried that my father would be angry if I wore something too short outside. After thinking for a moment, I decided I had to change back into my original skirt…

I bent down with my back to the window and took off the skirt. Halfway off… I suddenly noticed that the old man's bed sheet was completely wet! I touched the wet spot; it felt a little sticky. I smelled it, and it smelled like a vagina…!

I felt so ashamed!! I never imagined my vagina would have such a mark! I was worried that the kind old man would be angry if he saw the wet sheet, and I felt I had to leave his house as soon as possible!

I quickly took off my pink pleated skirt, walked to the window, and picked up the white skirt hanging on the back of the chair. I bent down, not even having time to worry about my breasts swaying in the sunlight, and focused on putting the skirt on. I went back to the bed and picked up the white top the old man had given me. Because the white top was so tight, it took me a while to tuck my large breasts, which had been accidentally exposed since I entered the room, into the top... I looked down, and because the top was white and I wasn't wearing a bra, my two pink nipples were clearly visible... Worried about being seen and accused of being provocative, I thought for a moment and decided to put on a thin outer garment as well... I put my pinkish-orange spaghetti strap top and bra into my bag, tidied my hair a little, drew the curtains I had forgotten to close, picked up my pink pleated skirt, and went out the door.

As soon as I stepped outside, I saw the old man standing there. As soon as he saw me, a look of disappointment crossed his face…

“Miss, you didn’t change out of the clothes the old man gave you…”

I said with a guilty smile, “I did change my top, but the skirt is too small for me, so I didn’t change…” I opened the bag, revealing a pinkish-orange spaghetti strap top inside.

“Are you really wearing the top the old man gave you? You didn’t just take off your dirty clothes, did you? Although the weather isn’t cold, you’ll still catch a cold wearing only this thin top…” the old man said sincerely.

"Really, I'm wearing the top the old man gave me..." I shyly unbuttoned my thin outer garment, slightly revealing my white, low-cut top... Because the old man was quite short, and I was wearing high-heeled sandals, his eyes were directly on my exposed chest...

"This kind of dress only looks good on girls with fair skin and good figures like you!" The old man swallowed and praised me...

"Um... thank you, I quite like this dress too~ but it's a bit tight..." As soon as I heard the old man praise my fair skin, I couldn't help but show a sweet smile~

"What?... Is it tight?" The old man saw me smile and casually pulled my hands off the thin outer garment I was holding a little...

"Um... I don't often wear such tight clothes, but... this designer... dress... is... okay on me..." I couldn't concentrate on speaking. Because my clothes were spread open with both hands, my body was exposed to the sunlight... I held my chest out, worried that the old man would notice my two swollen, pink nipples... Luckily, the old man just pulled my hands, which were gripping my clothes, further away... He squinted, staring at my clothes, and said, "I have other clothes in various sizes for you to choose from..." He wiped the sweat from his forehead and added, "Even bras!"

"Bra~!" I blurted out unconsciously when I heard the old man say he had bras in various sizes.

"Of course, we have many large-size bras that are only available overseas!" The old man said, kindly reaching out to brush the hair hanging down my neck...

"Oh...! Really?" I couldn't help but feel a little surprised and delighted to hear that he had the large-size bras I needed most!

"Yes!" The old man's lips curled into a strange smile. His hand trembled as it slid down, stopping just before touching my hair on my chest... He swallowed hard, then suddenly said, "Not only do I have large bras suitable for your size, but also all kinds of panties, thongs with thin straps, and panties with a hole in the middle—all the kinds of things a girl like you would like..."

The kind old man's sudden strange words made my head spin a little. I involuntarily uttered an "Mmm..." Before I could speak, the old man excitedly said, "No problem! I'll go in and get the clothes that best suit you."

I saw the old man turn to walk back into the house, and suddenly remembering the wet sheets I had spilled, I quickly said, "No need, I have something urgent to attend to, I have to go."

"It won't be long, it'll be over in a minute!..." Seeing the old man really about to go back into the house, I quickly added, "Really, no need, I really have something urgent to attend to..."

"Are you really leaving?" The old man turned around, his face showing disappointment...

I felt guilty, so I took out my pink pleated skirt and said to him reluctantly, "Thank you, sir, but I really have something to do. This skirt... I guess... I guess... you can have it back..."

"Okay... I understand..." The old man seemed to be thinking about something. He paused for a moment before walking over. He took only one step, but then seemed to stumble, his foot suddenly twisting, and he tripped and fell towards me!

"Ouch!" The old man's left hand reached forward and grabbed my waist. In his panic, his right hand grabbed my collar. I quickly grabbed the old man's arm, but perhaps because I didn't have much strength in my hands... the old man continued to slide down! In his haste, the old man's right hand accidentally pulled down my collar, and I felt a chill on my left breast! Before I could react, the old man fell to the side again! I quickly stepped forward to help him up! In the chaos, I felt my right breast being forcefully pulled out of my clothes! I froze for a moment; my right breast was now exposed, being forcefully grabbed by a hand! The old man finally managed to grab on, preventing himself from falling further…

After he regained his footing, I slowly released my grip on his hand. He seemed still dazed and gripped me tightly… I glanced down slightly; my thin outer garment barely covered my writhing, deformed breasts, which lessened the shame a little… I suppressed the sweet sensation and managed a trembling voice to ask him, “Uncle… your… um… foot… is it alright?”

The old man slowly raised his head to look at my face. Suddenly, I realized my breasts were no longer deformed, but my nipples were twisting and throbbing with pain…! I hadn’t expected the frail old man to have so much strength. I couldn’t help but wince in pain, my body trembling slightly… Then a smile appeared on his lips as he said, “Very good…” The old man slowly released me… As he withdrew his hand, he accidentally lifted my thin outer garment, forcing me to see my two now very red and swollen nipples… and my thin, open-back panties pulled up above my skirt…

I quickly pulled my thin coat up a little, feeling a bit embarrassed, to make myself look normal. Relieved, I said considerately to the old man, "That's great... I'm glad you're alright!" The old man seemed very grateful for my help. He said that the pink pleated skirt was a bit short, and most girls wouldn't dare wear it for fear of being too revealing. He added that if I liked wearing such a skirt, I could take it with me. Hearing that the old man was going to give me the designer skirt, I couldn't help but smile sweetly and happily thanked him. I happily put the pink pleated skirt into my bag, when suddenly the old man seemed to remember something. He said that when he fell, he thought he had pulled on my shirt. He wanted to know if my clothes were torn, and if so, he would get me a new one. I told the old man that my clothes weren't torn and that I really had to go... but the old man insisted that he needed to see with his own eyes that my shirt wasn't damaged before he would believe I wasn't just being polite. Unable to refuse the old man's concern, I shyly turned my face away and whispered, "Look... it really isn't broken..."

My hands trembled as I slightly opened my thin jacket. It was the first time in my life I'd been looked at like this by a stranger, and I was so ashamed I almost cried... but my hands involuntarily pulled the jacket open even wider... I squeezed my almost limp legs together and slightly twisted my upper body from side to side, letting the old man see me from the side... In a daze, I heard the old man say, "Hehehe... That's great, you're definitely different from other girls... Next time you come, I'll definitely give you lots of pretty clothes that suit you."

Hearing about new clothes, I couldn't help but say in a coquettish voice, "I know~ Uncle... I'll definitely come again~" As soon as I finished speaking, my hands, which were gripping the jacket, were pulled even wider! Before I could react, my nipples, which had been swinging back and forth in the air, twisted and throbbed with pain again...! I couldn't help but let out another "Mmm~", my shoulders trembling several times... Then I heard the old man's deep chuckles again... I suddenly remembered that last night, while sleeping, I discovered that my two large breasts were born to be played with by men... I felt helpless and my whole body went limp... But the thought that the old man was a stranger! And that I was a female teacher who cultivated a refined and elegant image, made me so ashamed that I almost cried again... I could only tremble and slowly and reluctantly close my thin coat... Only after the thin coat was finally closed did the sweet pain in my nipples disappear... I turned around and saw the disappointed expression on the old man's face... Afraid that he would go back into the house, I quickly turned to the side, shyly pulling up my skirt to cover my exposed thin-strapped panties, and then carefully buttoned up my thin coat...

Seeing that I was done, the old man reminded me again to come next time, and I obediently said yes before saying goodbye to the old man. As I walked out the door, my two sensitive nipples were still rubbing against my thin coat...

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