[Everything About Le Yan] Author: Little Shandong

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Everything About Le Yan
Author: Little Shandong
Word Count: 8,000
Published: 2010/12/18 on: Sex Bar
Originally, I wanted to use "him" to tell this little story, not because I wanted to escape any guilt
or feel any remorse, but after thinking it over, I still felt that "I" should tell you about
my experiences with this female university teacher.
I am 28 years old, an assistant engineer, and my income is enviable in my city.
I am also quite handsome. Although I am still single, I don't lack female companions, and I
have even tried going to places of entertainment. However, I prefer to find suitable companions on QQ and am keen
to join various local singles groups or social groups. Le Yan, whom I met, came from a
QQ group that resembled an artsy salon.
The QQ group I joined, a kind of artsy salon, is filled with a bunch of guys who I find incredibly boring
, spouting off about romance and poetry. There are also quite a few women showing off their supposed refinement, composing
five- or seven-character poems that seem like archaeological artifacts. They seem to be telling others about their elegance and unique
taste, believing themselves to be distinctive and near-perfect. I remember reading in a book that the history of human civilization is essentially a
history of sex, gradually moving away from barbarism and learning to conceal, disguise, and be secretive. I think that no matter where
people are, no matter how advanced civilization is, men still think about sleeping with women, sleeping, and more sleeping;
I just don't know if women crave being slept with, because I've never asked them.
This annoying QQ group finally held a 50/50 gathering, which was exactly what I was looking forward to, and I
decided that if it didn't yield any results, it would be time for me to leave this QQ group. The morning's small talk and meals were
very mechanical and formulaic; I just kept smiling and exchanging pleasantries because I didn't know anyone. Later that afternoon, the karaoke
session pushed this mechanical routine to its climax. I'm not much of a singer, so I became a spectator, clapping and cheering,
until a pretty, quiet woman handed me a small bottle of beer and invited me to drink with her. Only then did I
step out of that spectator role. The karaoke was too loud; although the singers weren't off-key, I couldn't resist
slipping out of the karaoke room. The pretty, quiet woman even followed me out quietly.
"It's noisy, isn't it?" I asked her with a smile. "Yeah, I'm not used to it. It's my first time participating
in something like this," she replied politely. I continued, "Actually, I don't know anyone in the group, so
I don't feel like fitting in." "Are you new to the group too?" "Me too." I then habitually asked, "
What's your name in the group?" "Waiting for Godot."
Neither of us insisted on going home after the party ended. I wanted to take her home first, but she insisted, so
we went our separate ways. On the way, I started thinking about this delicate and quiet woman. She had
a slender figure, about 1.63 meters tall, and seemed very delicate. I could only
imagine what her body looked like hidden under her red and white polka-dot dress.
I returned to my place, a two-bedroom apartment. I don't live with my parents; this apartment was
bought by my family a long time ago, and I live alone now. I turned on my computer and logged into QQ, finding "Waiting for Godot"
online. It seemed she hadn't gone anywhere else and had gone straight home like me. I sent her a friend request
, and she quickly accepted. Through our conversation, I learned that she was 31 years old, divorced for almost two
years, a university art lecturer, and raising her four-year-old son alone. She asked my age, and I
said I was 30 because I hadn't listed my real age in my QQ profile. She said incredulously, "How
come you look so young?" I replied that a carefree guy like me would naturally look immature.
My first chat with her left a good impression. She said I could call her Leyan, but she probably didn't realize
I wanted to sleep with her. A university teacher—she was just a woman, after all.
Men are probably like that; aside from newborn girls and withered old women, any
woman with even a modicum of usability is a potential target for rape, even the corpse of Empress Dowager Cixi in her coffin.
Getting Leyan's body right now was impossible, so I picked up the phone and
texted a nurse named Mengjia: "I need to pee, come on." Mengjia was introduced to
me by a friend. We slept together naturally. I never told her she was my girlfriend, but she always felt that since she
lived with me, she was my girlfriend, and even often boasted that I was her husband.
An hour later, Mengjia arrived breathlessly like a swallow returning to its nest, carrying many things in her hands
. Seeing me, she hurriedly said, "It's the weekend, and you still have the heart to come see me! Look, I bought so much
good food. We haven't had a proper get-together in ages. I'm not going home tonight; I'll stay here."
After saying this, Mengjia took off her shoes and busied herself tidying up the house. She knew this place very well; she
considered it her own home and herself the mistress of the house. I sat down at the computer and played
the song "With You for Life." Beautiful emotions and great love are always intertwined with a beautiful melody. When
the song ended, the emotions and love abruptly ceased.
I suddenly pushed Mengjia to the kitchen table, unzipped her jeans, and haphazardly pulled down her purple underwear
. Regardless of whether she was comfortable or not, I took out my penis and inserted it into her vagina. Caught off guard, Mengjia
muttered, "I'm working, why are you... ah..." Although it sounded like a complaint, she
had already braced herself on the edge of the table, raised her hips, and spread her legs as wide as possible. My penis began
to rub against her vagina, and her love juices became more and more abundant. I licked her earlobe and whispered, "What delicious
food are you going to make for me later?" Mengjia hummed and moaned, "I'll make it for you~" My hand touched her labia, and I smeared a fingertip
of love juice on her lips. "Today I'll only drink the soup with thick juice flowing from your body." After saying that, I started to
thrust forcefully, and Mengjia began to moan loudly. I couldn't control myself and ejaculated,
then pulled out. Mengjia's upper body was already pressed against the table, panting heavily.
Dinner was enjoyable; Mengjia and I both drank quite a bit of beer. After drawing the curtains and tidying the table, I
had Mengjia undress completely, and then I stripped myself naked as well. I lay on my back on the large bed,
stretching out my limbs, and my penis became erect again. Mengjia, understanding the situation, leaned over and took my penis into her mouth
, gently licking the glans repeatedly with her tongue. Mengjia was twenty-five years old, very pretty. We had been dating
for over six months; when we first met, she was no longer a virgin. Her breasts weren't large, but her nipples were large,
purplish-black, and with a little teasing, they could swell into plump, purple dates. Her body was extremely sensitive;
any caress, even just pressing tightly against her, would cause her to become wet. Her vagina wasn't tight, very
loose; every time my penis entered, it felt like falling into a soft, muddy, bottomless swamp.
Sometimes I even needed to rub against her while relying on sexual fantasies to ejaculate. She wasn't tall, her skin was
elastic but not soft, and her buttocks were firm and fleshy. I can say that what I liked most about her was giving me oral sex, but I
never licked her genitals. The public perception of nurses isn't very good; many people think nurses are promiscuous
, often sex toys for doctors or superiors. Perhaps this concept comes from the influence of Japanese pornography.
I don't know about other nurses' behavior, but I could sense that Mengjia must have had many sexual partners.
My penis was already very erect. Mengjia spread her legs, squatted down facing me, and used her two small hands,
one on each side, to widen her labia majora, creating a round, pinkish opening. "Honey, do you want to come in
?" I nodded, and Mengjia slowly sat down, pressing her vulva against my erect penis, until she had taken it
all in. Then she began to move up and down like riding a horse, the speed increasing.
"Honey, is it comfortable~ Honey, is it comfortable~ Honey, is it comfortable~" Mengjia kept talking to herself.
"Lie down, stick your ass up," I commanded. Mengjia immediately sprang up gracefully, obediently
turning around and sticking her ass up, her back to me. Mengjia wasn't the type of woman with fair skin,
although her face was pretty. I wasn't in a hurry to penetrate her. Every time, I would touch her ass and anus for a while,
and today was no exception. I used my hand to caress and stroke her dark brown anus. I had no experience with anal sex, but I was interested in
trying it, though not in a rush right now. "Mengjia, I'll fuck your asshole sooner or later. This place belongs to me
, doesn't it?" I said, slowly inserting my index finger into her anus. I could feel Mengjia trying to
relax her sphincter muscles so that my finger could go in deeper. "Mengjia, I said I'd fuck your asshole sooner or later, why
didn't you answer me?" "Husband, my asshole, my cunt, are all for you to fuck. Come on, good husband,
give it to me, I can't take it anymore~"
I held my penis and inserted it into Mengjia's vagina from behind. This woman often
trimmed her pubic hair to please me, just because I said women with a lot of pubic hair are a bit dirty—but even so, I still fantasized
that the one sticking out her ass waiting for me to possess her, waiting for me to pierce her, was that quiet and pretty Leyan.
So what if she's a female university teacher? She still has a cunt, she still needs to be fucked. I couldn't help but become frenzied, thrusting Mengjia's ass
around, and Mengjia screamed, I didn't know if it was from excitement or from unbearable pain
...
I started to pay attention to Leyan, and soon I discovered some patterns, such as after six o'clock in the evening, she
would definitely appear online, and then she would always log off at 10 o'clock, which meant that she basically had no social activities. If
it weren't for work, she was practically a hibernating animal. Although she owned her own house, her youngest son wasn't
often with her. Except for weekends and holidays, he almost always stayed with Leyan's parents. More importantly,
Leyan often expressed loneliness in our conversations and a strong desire for a good man to appear so she could
start a new family. It takes great courage for a woman to raise a child alone after a divorce, and it
also requires sufficient financial resources. Such women are usually very independent and shouldn't be weak
, but Leyan presented a pitiful image. Of course, I comforted and encouraged her a lot, and I also
tentatively started dating her, telling her I didn't have a girlfriend and didn't mind that she was divorced. She subtly
changed the subject.
As time went on, my friendship with Leyan deepened, and we began to talk about everything. She
showed me some of her works, many of which were nude, depicting both men and women. While
discussing art, we often talk about love and even sex. I said that true romantic relationships between men and women require physical
intimacy and sublimation. Leyan also admitted that without entering a woman's vagina, one cannot reach her heart.
Leyan started secretly going on blind dates, but to her dismay, either the dates were unsatisfactory or the dates were too superior. Finally,
one day, Leyan couldn't help but reveal a secret to me: a divorced male professor in the same department was
pursuing her passionately. He was very handsome and was her superior, but this man had some
rumors of being a womanizer. She didn't want to become his mistress, but she couldn't help but like him, so she was currently very conflicted and
troubled. Knowing this secret made me feel very jealous and resentful, but I didn't show it on the surface.
Just when I was struggling with how to make a move, an unexpected turning point occurred. One afternoon, she suddenly called me
, almost choking with sobs, and told me that she was almost raped by that male professor, and that she fought to the death to escape
unscathed. I said, "Leyan, if you're feeling down, I'll come and keep you company." She said, "Okay." I treated
her to dinner, and she even drank a few bottles of beer, which was unusual for her. She then told me some inside stories. It turned out she had accepted
the male professor's advances and was preparing to start a new life. The professor was very attentive and caring towards her,
and she was very satisfied. However, only a few days into their relationship, the professor proposed sex, which she refused.
This led to frequent cold wars between them. Then, one day, the professor suddenly barged into her home, questioning her about
her treatment of him and whether she was sincere in their relationship. He forcibly removed her clothes, and in a panic, she grabbed a pair of scissors
and pointed them at herself, saying that if he forced himself on her, she wouldn't live either.
After dinner, Le Yan was still emotionally unstable; her already fair face became even paler. I...
I held her cold hand tightly. "Let me take you home, let me stay with you a little longer." Le Yan actually hooked her arm around mine
and said, "You're the best. I'm still scared, I'm scared." Her eyes were lifeless, as if she had lost her soul.
Arriving at Le Yan's house—although I had seen a glimpse of it in QQ videos—it still felt
unfamiliar in its entirety. This was my first time in Le Yan's home, the first time I felt I was beginning to enter her world.
Le Yan's house actually consisted of only a living room, a bedroom with a closed door, and a small kitchen. The living room was simple
and elegant, with a still life oil painting on the wall whose name I couldn't recall. Le Yan and I sat on the sofa in the living room, our
hands still clasped tightly. I gently put my arm around Le Yan's waist, feeling her softness. I
comforted her, saying, "Yan, it's okay, I'm here with you." After a while, Le Yan said to me, "I'm not pretty.
When I was young, I was naive and didn't listen to my relatives and parents' objections to marry an irresponsible man. Later,
he didn't even have a job and always asked me for money. If I didn't give it to him, he would scold and beat me.
We had no choice but to divorce, but the child is innocent. I was afraid of suffering with him, so I raised the child myself
. It's been two years, and he hasn't given me a single penny in child support." As she spoke, Le Yan started to cry. Following
my arm around her waist, she also wrapped her arms around me and hugged me, resting her head against my chest. I couldn't interrupt her. Then,
hesitantly, she said, "I'm not pretty, and I'm a divorced woman... I'm a divorced woman, so
what's wrong with sleeping with men again? But, but I don't want to be a man's plaything, I don't want to... um
..."
I stopped her from continuing and sealed her red lips with mine. "...um...um..." Le Yan naturally
stuck out her wet tongue, and I sucked on it as if I wanted to eagerly hold a piece of honey in my mouth,
as if I had an indescribable thirst that I couldn't quench. Only our two tongues were intertwined. One of my hands was no longer holding
her, but instead slipped through her clothes and slid up her chest against her skin. The feel of her skin was indescribably delicate,
as if it could be broken with the touch, yet as tender as a baby's. I touched the edge of her silky bra and didn't stop,
but continued to explore her breasts. Suddenly, I touched a gem, and I felt the gem harden from its softness
.
"No, no!" Le Yan seemed to suddenly wake from a dream, breaking free from the lingering kiss, pulling
away from me, and backing away until she was a distance away before stopping. A complex expression appeared on her face,
but she couldn't say anything, or perhaps she didn't know how to say it. For a moment, there was only silence, a suppressed silence.
"Le Yan! You know I like you, I know you've always politely rejected me, but really, I
don't think age is an obstacle between us, or that I can't accept you because you're a divorced woman. I've fallen in love
with you, please accept me." After saying that, I actually knelt down before Le Yan. My expression was extremely serious, as if the
passion that had just been there had vanished instantly.
"What are you doing?! Get up, get up!" Le Yan said, pulling me up. "Don't
act like a child, get up, be good."
Although I was pulled up, I firmly told Le Yan, "From now on, you are my wife,
my woman." "Don't be like this," Le Yan seemed at a loss. "How can I put it? You're so handsome and
outstanding, and I'm an old woman who's divorced. Don't joke around. I admit you've always been good to me, and our
friendship is precious..." Before she could finish, I reached out to hug her again. She quickly dodged and scolded, "Why are you like
this too!" I was speechless and dejected. I said goodbye and left Le Yan's house; she didn't try to stop
me.
Actually, sometimes when I'm reminiscing, or even now, while describing what happened, I suddenly feel confused. I can't even 　　tell
if I ever truly loved Le Yan anymore .
After this incident, when I chatted with her on QQ or sent her text messages, I
would always call her "wife" first before starting the conversation. This was a subtle psychological suggestion
, allowing her to gradually accept me, get used to me, and even begin to depend on me without realizing it.
At first, Leyan resisted being called that, always retorting that I was "talking nonsense."
Then she would say, "You're such a pest, I can't do anything with you." Finally, she agreed to say "Mmm."
I didn't just gradually win her over verbally; I was also very proactive in my actions. I would always buy
fruits and vegetables and wait for Leyan on her way home from work in the evenings, then we would go back to her little apartment together to cook
dinner and eat together. I didn't bother her on weekends, because those were her sweet times with her son. Le Yan
was becoming more and more beautiful, and her smile was becoming sweeter and sweeter. Once, she even wore a very short black skirt,
her thighs encased in light black stockings, paired with high heels. Her swaying gait was incredibly alluring
. Although her legs couldn't be described as perfectly straight and long, they were undeniably seductive. I desperately wanted
to possess the delicate flesh hidden beneath her clothes. Meanwhile, I unilaterally broke up with Meng Jia. She
had transformed from a docile lamb into a hysterical tigress, often coming to me crying and making a scene, which greatly
annoyed me.
Life is sometimes full of drama. The first time I accompanied Le Yan shopping, we happened to bump into Meng Jia
shopping with a strange man. Mengjia saw me, then glanced at Leyan beside me, and immediately stormed
over to me, yelling, "You piece of trash, you dumped me for this old woman!" Then
she roared at Leyan, "You shameless slut, you're so old and still stealing other people's men, you shameless
bitch!" I said, "Shut up!" I tried to push Mengjia away,
but she started throwing punches at me wildly. I took a hard hit to the nose, a sharp pain and numbness, and blood started flowing. By this time
, a crowd had gathered to watch the commotion. The man beside Mengjia was pulling her away, seemingly trying to persuade her to leave.
I looked at Leyan, whose face was burning red with nervousness, and said, "Let's go!" Then I grabbed
her and quickly pushed through the crowd. I could almost hear Mengjia still cursing in the distance, while Leyan held my hand tightly...
With a concerned look, she asked, "Are you alright?!" I took a deep breath, wiped my nose, and said,
"I'm fine!"
I don't know how I got back to Leyan's place. As soon as I entered, Leyan had me sit down and took out cotton swabs and alcohol to
carefully wipe my nose. She gently asked if it hurt and if I needed a shot to prevent a cold or something.
I laughed and said, "I'm not that fragile, as if I'm some child who never grows up next to you." After hearing that, she
playfully stroked my cheek. She cooked dinner all by herself, saying it was to calm me down, and we drank
a lot of beer together. After dinner, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening. Suddenly, neither of us spoke. We just sat
there. I didn't leave, and she didn't try to get rid of me.
I broke the ice, pulling Leyan into my arms. I whispered in her ear, my fingers brushing against her hair,
"It's been two years, Yan. Don't you miss me at all? Even if you refuse today, I won't leave."
Leyan seemed to tremble slightly in my arms. She pulled away from my embrace and suddenly pushed me away forcefully, saying, "Go home!
Go home! Go home now!" I said, "No! I won't!" "You're talking nonsense again. I'm going to teach you a lesson!"
Leyan then began to punch and kick me, even more fiercely than Mengjia had been during the day. I
didn't dodge, remaining motionless. After a while, Leyan stopped punching and kicking, panting heavily.
Seizing this moment, I quickly went over and hugged her tightly, saying the same thing again: "Even if you refuse today,
I won't leave." After hearing my words, Leyan seemed to become a complete loser,
surrendering helplessly. If I hadn't been holding her, she might have collapsed immediately.
I removed Le Yan's top, and she blankly raised her arms to cooperate. I unbuttoned her skirt, removed her
high heels, and her light black stockings. She was left only in a purple bra with white patterns and a
small pair of matching purple panties with white patterns. I swept Le Yan's nearly naked body into my arms and slowly carried her to her bedroom
. Images flashed through my mind of the male professor I imagined who had also desired Le Yan, and
the students she faced every day… Soon, she would no longer be a delicate, quiet, dignified, and elegant teacher, but
a woman beneath me, melodious and eager for pleasure. I went to Le Yan's bedroom, where I would completely and utterly
possess her; and the tragic thing about men and women is this: Le Yan was ready to offer herself, but I treated it as a form of conquest
.
The bedroom was filled with the scent of lavender. I gently placed Le Yan on the soft round bed, letting her
lean against me. My hands slid to the edges of her bra, lifting her two trembling breasts and
kneading them. "Are your breasts comfortable?" I asked. "Comfortable," Le Yan replied softly, almost inaudibly.
I kissed her lips again, our tongues entwining like two snakes mating, twisting
and pressing together. I unhooked her bra, and her breasts seemed to spring out. "So big and beautiful, Yan.
How big are yours?" "D cup." "I want to kiss them." I kissed her, taking turns sucking on her nipples, licking them
with my tongue. Both nipples seemed to grow larger. "Yan, your nipples have gotten bigger. Does it hurt when I pinch them like this?"
"No...it feels great." If I hadn't completely undressed Le Yan, how could anyone have guessed that such a slender
woman could have such large breasts? My hand moved over her body, and every time I touched her inner thighs, brushing past her private
parts, her thighs would naturally part to let me.
My fingers, resting on her thin panties, gently traced small circles on her private area. "What's this called,
Ms. Yan?" — "Labia, I guess." "And what's this called, Ms. Yan?" — "Ugh."
I pulled down Le Yan's panties. Le Yan was already very wet there, and now she was finally naked,
her body lying there. Countless nights ago, I had only relied on my imagination, but now it had all become
reality.
I took off my own clothes, and my penis was semi-erect. My penis was of average length, but the glans was very
large. I remember a prostitute putting a condom on me and saying, "What a big condom, it's hard to put on
." I said to Le Yan, "Come kiss me, now I'm your man, and you're my woman." Le Yan lay
on top of me, kissing me one after another, one hand involuntarily gripping my penis, as if she
didn't want to let go. I said, "Honey, if I pierce your vagina, can I reach
your heart?" "Why are you saying such things? It's so erotic." "Haha,
what part of me are you unwilling to let go of?" "Here we go again, you're so annoying." I suddenly pulled her close and said, "Leyan! I'm going to
fuck your cunt with my cock!" After saying that, I flipped her over and pinned her down. She immediately spread her legs and clamped them around my
hips. "I'm going to fuck your cunt with my cock! Are you willing!? Answer me?!" Leyan's already flushed
face turned even redder, and she mumbled "Yes" with a very embarrassed expression.
"I hope we can use a condom next time. I'm afraid of getting pregnant unexpectedly. Tonight is our first time, and I don't want to
spoil your fun, so I won't ask for it." After Leyan finished speaking, she closed her eyes. I held my penis and changed angles several times
before finally thrusting it into Leyan's body. As the warm, fleshy walls of her vagina tightly enveloped my penis, I couldn't believe
how incredibly tight and narrow Le Yan's vagina was. I even suspected my glans was touching her
cervix. I slowly savored the sensation. Each time I withdrew, it felt
as if something was being sucked out of her lower body, her lower abdomen contracting in sync; and when I reinserted, it was as if everything was being pushed back, her lower
abdomen expanding. Perhaps it was too wonderful, but I felt incredibly comfortable. I have to admit that of all
the women I've met, Le Yan's vagina is the one I will never forget.
I began to increase my speed, letting my penis thrust into Le Yan's flower-like opening in every way imaginable. Her
moans of "Ah...ah...ah" rose and fell, and just as I was about to ejaculate, I stopped, placed my hands on her slender waist, and pulled Le Yan up.
I wanted her to see the opening where we were joined. Le Yan reluctantly opened her eyes. I laid Le
Yan down again, lifted her buttocks, and penetrated her from behind once more. The brown, finely folded anus extending outwards from just above her vagina
sent a surge of heat through me. I pressed my thumb against it, finding no trace of dirtiness. Le Yan
Her skin was so smooth and delicate; only by thrusting violently could I feel fully satisfied. Each thrust
produced a "slap, slap" sound, and Le Yan's buttocks turned a deep red, as if whipped. With
a shudder of my penis, semen spurted from her urethra, shooting deep into Le Yan's vagina. At the same time, we
fell onto the soft bed together.
I asked Le Yan, "Was it good?"
"Very good!"
"Do you want more later?"
"Yes!"
If this sweet relationship continued, it might have a happy ending, but life isn't
a TV series. My family introduced me to a girlfriend from a very wealthy family, which meant my
relationship with Le Yan had to come to an end. Of course, I didn't love Le Yan; I only liked her body, and I understood that this
kind of liking wasn't realistic for me in reality. So I cleverly arranged for Leyan to meet my parents.
Afterwards, I told her that if she could give up her child and give it to the man, my parents would
consider our marriage. She said she could give up her love but not her child. Of course, I
knew she would choose that. I reluctantly broke up with her, feeling helpless and heartbroken.
Later, I got married. We met again by chance. She greeted me with a smile,
saying she still often thought of my handsome face. And I, this beastly man, ultimately made a shameful choice between her and profit for money . I still don't understand, Yan—why is there no 　　resentment towards me
in your eyes ? 　　[The End]

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