Rape Maniac Wen Sheng

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【The Madman's Life】

Author: Unknown
Foreword

On January 15, 2004, I met the badly injured
Qiaoyin on a bed in a small house in Donglu Village, Fujian Province. After examination, it was found that Qiaoyin had subcutaneous bruising on her right shoulder, right eye, and left chest, and a contusion on her left calf, making it impossible for her
to walk independently.

A kind old woman took Qiaoyin in. The simple house contained only a bed and a box; there was no fire, and it was as cold as an icebox.

Debris kept falling from the paper-covered ceiling onto Qiaoyin's bed.

Her 10-year-old son, although he had dropped out of school, was still diligently doing his homework on a bed next to her. When his mother
needed to use the toilet, her son's small body supported her, and they toddled out. Her son was Qiaoyin's only support,
but she had no control over their fate. Staff at the Fujian Migrant Women's Home activated an emergency
relief plan, giving Qiaoyin 200 yuan. Qiaoyin struggled to get out of bed, pulled her son up, and knelt on the ground.

Qiaoyin recounted her tragic experience to me. In 1992, 21
-year-old Qiaoyin came to Fujian from Shandong to help her sister with household chores. "One morning I woke up to find myself lying naked in bed,
feeling dizzy and lightheaded. My brother-in-law's distant cousin, Wensheng, was sitting by the bed, threatening to kill me if I told anyone
. I cried, but it was no use." Twenty days later, her brother-in-law, who worked in matchmaking, arranged for
Qiaoyin to marry her current husband, Huang Yong. From that day on, Qiaoyin and Huang Yong lived together. A month later,
Qiaoyin became pregnant. In 1993, she gave birth to a son, named Huang Ming.

On June 3, 2002, Qiaoyin's son, Huang Ming, went to the street to buy things. Unexpectedly, he was
robbed by another child. Huang Yong couldn't stand it and went to confront the family. The housewife yelled at him, "Is this your son
?" From that moment on, a knot remained in Huang Yong's heart.

On June 29, Huang Yong took his son for a blood type test. After the test results came back, Huang Yong was stunned: Huang
Ming and Huang Yong were not related! The painful memory could not be buried forever, and Qiaoyin had no choice but to reveal her long-held
secret. Subsequently, Huang Yong filed for divorce!

On December 26, 2002, Qiaoyin and her son were evicted from Huang's home.
Penniless, they wandered the streets for two days. Desperate to find food for her son, Qiaoyin took him to her
brother-in-law's house. Unexpectedly, her sister's family said, "Qiaoyin has done something shameful; she's a vixen." They
beat and kicked Qiaoyin. "My sister's son grabbed my hair, pushed me to the ground, straddled me, and slapped my
face. My brother-in-law kicked me hard in the waist. Even when I went to the toilet, they followed me with batons; I lost my
freedom."

On January 8th of this year, with the active coordination of the Women's Legal Research and Service Center of Fujian University, town and village
leaders and women's federation members rescued Qiaoyin, and she temporarily stayed at her mother-in-law's house.

With tears in her eyes, Qiaoyin said, "If it weren't for that bastard (Wensheng), I wouldn't have ended up like this."

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Chapter One: My Sexual Interests

I am Wensheng, 27 years old.

I once strangled a 31-year-old female teacher. During sex, I like to bind women and often choke
them, making them unable to breathe. I get immense pleasure from this. I don't know if I'm addicted
to some kind of peculiar sexual fetish. But I admit that since I was 15, I've been particularly fascinated by women's necks and
believe they are the most sensual part of a woman. I get a strong
sexual urge when I see women wearing necklaces or ties.

A prostitute once told me, "In the first year of our sex life, our methods were
relatively normal. Later, I started playing bondage games with her, sometimes even controlling her breathing. You could
call it 'sexual asphyxiation'."

Besides that, I also like to voyeur.

One summer night, I went to a public toilet on Wuyi East Road in Fuzhou to secretly film women using the toilet, and was caught red-handed by a crowd of citizens
.

Dozens of citizens were angrily berating me, standing in the middle. The self-righteous Ms. Liu loudly proclaimed that
around 9 PM that evening, when she (Ms. Liu) went to the restroom, she suddenly noticed a hand reaching
out , taking pictures with a mobile phone. She didn't make a sound, but quietly went into the men's restroom. Seeing a
man squatting on the sewer taking pictures, she immediately rushed over, grabbed him, and shouted "Catch the pervert!" Nearby residents
rushed over and beat Wensheng.

Actually, not long ago, Wensheng had bought a Panasonic digital camera phone and hatched a wicked plan. After
checking , he discovered that the public restroom had a deep sewer connecting the men's and women's restrooms, so he took advantage of the darkness to secretly photograph women using the toilet. He never
expected to be caught red-handed… This was just an occasional slip-up!

From the fall semester of 1998 to the spring semester of 2000, after school, Wensheng,
under the pretext that the school did not allow students to leave without a ticket, detained four girls, including a young girl surnamed Chen, on 14 separate occasions, raping them and causing them
immense physical and psychological harm. The oldest of these girls was 16, and the youngest was 13. During this period, I also used
excuses such as writing self-criticisms and not completing the school leaving procedures to call nine female students, including Li, to my guardhouse
lounge , where I used a desk as cover to molest them.

I, Wen Sheng, have never denied that the methods of sexual intercourse were too barbaric. Let me first describe the course of one of the molestations.

On the afternoon of April 10, 1999, I
called two students who had delayed returning to school to my dormitory under the pretext of cleaning the faculty dormitory. Then, I sent one of the students away under the pretext of taking out the trash. When only
a 15-year-old girl, Xiao Fang (pseudonym), was left in the room, I asked her if she had showered in the past few days, and then said that I would
check her body and asked her to lie down on the bed. Then, I pressed her onto the bed and forcibly assaulted her. During this time,

Xiao Fang felt pain in her genitals and kept crying and begging me not to do this. At that time, I
was in the throes of lust and only thought about stimulating myself. Afterwards, I measured Xiaofang's genitals with a ruler and was surprised
to find that the tear was 1.5 centimeters long.

I never saw her again. I heard that Xiaofang, who had been so brutally violated, suffered severe physical and psychological trauma, was extremely emotionally
unstable, and resolutely refused to go to school. Under repeated questioning from her family, she committed suicide by jumping off a building. Now, thinking back, I
still feel like I haven't had enough of the trip, and I really want to see Xiaofang again.

Chapter Two: How to Seduce a Woman

Hello! I'm Wensheng, and let me share my secrets to seducing women.

She might not agree to sleep with you on the first date, but that doesn't mean she'll never
. Every woman's sexual desire develops at a different time. Only after she fully trusts you
will she be willing to commit. This time could be hours, days, weeks, or
even months. That's why you need to learn how to tailor your
charm strategy to her specific situation.

Not all women are willing to sleep with the first man they meet. If you happen to be lucky, that
's great—just remember to use contraception. However, if the woman requires
some effort to "seduce," then the problem for men arises: in today's society, men
often lack patience, even when pursuing women. We often see men who offer roses on the first date and propose on
the third .

Some even forget the roses altogether and simply carry condoms with them on the first date,
just in case . If a man can master the art of patiently dealing with women, he will surely win their trust and respect,
and ultimately, their willingness to fulfill his "extra little requests."

Many men believe that they should rush headlong into anything they want
, including sex. But what right do men have to force women to share this responsibility with them?
Impatient urging has many negative consequences. One of them is that you will
miss the opportunity to build a sense of security and trust in her heart.

Furthermore, overly urgent urging will further reinforce a woman's already formed belief that your
only interest in her is sex. When a woman feels that you are only thinking about sex, the relationship
is over. Remember: gaining trust is difficult, losing it is easy. The key to success lies in your
ability to feign interest: making her feel that you have thought of everything except sex (although we all know that we
think of sex before we've thought of anything else).

Winning her trust takes effort. A man cannot immediately show his interest in
sleeping . In fact, you should stop immediately if you notice any discomfort during sexual activity
. This gives her a sense of security and helps her realize that sex
isn't . This realization will make her feel more relaxed.

Think of it as a small investment. Short-term effort yields long-term returns.
When your feelings for each other deepen, everything will be perfect. Then, when you seek intimacy, she will feel
much more comfortable and at ease, and your sex life will definitely improve in both quality and quantity.

Some women have been hurt too deeply by past partners. "Once bitten, twice shy"

—before agreeing to have sex with you, she'll observe you for at least a year. Her reasoning is: "
If this guy is different from the previous ones, if he really cares about me, then he'll wait." Undoubtedly, you need to
put in a lot of effort with her. If you're not willing to wait until you gain her trust, then just find someone else and
don't waste both of your time.

Some women are natural killers; you simply can't satisfy their needs. They understand that men,
driven by lust, are easily deceived and subservient to women. So, since they can easily subdue
a man, why waste
the opportunity to hunt for the "top talents" for an ordinary man like you? With them, you'll only waste time and money.

Promiscuity exacerbates the problem of sexually transmitted diseases. Nowadays, with
increased awareness of STI prevention, more and more people are more cautious when deciding whether to sleep with someone. No one wants...

I miss H. Especially when I lie alone in bed at night, I recall the details of our
caresses, the moments we shared. It gives me something
to .

Those were barren years.

Before I met H, of course, I liked some girls, but sadly, whenever I fell deeply in
love , all those girls left me
. Before I even had a chance to express my truest feelings, they all rejected me completely.

Later, a girl told me why all this happened, and she said it was because I had never found the right person.

I asked her what about H? She said the same thing. Of course, that girl eventually rejected me too. Later, someone else
told me that I was always too honest, and honesty is often cruel.

I think that's probably true. I take everything too seriously, especially feelings. So, what about H and me
? Of all the girls I've dealt with over the years, only that one time might have been unrealistic.

I remember meeting H at a dance at the Fisheries University. By then, I had already been rejected by girls
many times. As a result, I adopted a decadent mentality and often hung out in dance halls on or off campus.

I'm not bad-looking, just a bit thin. Some girls even said I was quite dashing and stylish, but
I didn't really feel anything for those girls. Maybe it's because my standards were too high.

I also remember the first time I saw H was in a lecture hall. She was wearing a miniskirt, with her legs propped up on the table
, slightly apart. Her legs were so shapely and beautiful, and combined with her posture, they stirred up my restless
body . I spent the whole night fantasizing about her legs.

To be honest, I started seducing H in the dance hall; I wanted to try this method, even though my
heart was pounding. Unexpectedly, I succeeded on my first try; H was attracted by my humor and cunning.

However, I haven't tried it a second time. I know it's not difficult, but I
don't want to treat romantic relationships this way because I still believe in the connection between hearts.

Seizing the opportunity, I mustered my courage and invited her out dancing one weekend night. On

our first date, I only held her hand; on the second, I put my arm around her shoulder; and on the third, I hugged her waist
. That night, I took her to a secluded, dark corner of the campus, and I unbuttoned her top...
I touched her clothes, caressing her breasts again and again. Then I slipped my hand inside, and she did
n't resist. But when I tried to insert my fingers, she squeezed her legs together. She told me she didn't want
to play anymore and hoped I was serious. At that moment, I was serious; I genuinely wanted to experience
this feeling I'd never experienced before.

She loosened her legs, and my fingers grazed her moist ground before
slipping between her labia. The insertion felt easy, without any tension; I suspected she wasn't a virgin.
But I didn't care much; it's the world these days. Besides, I was just experiencing a feeling I'd never had before
.

Her vagina slowly became lubricated with the insertion and withdrawal of my fingers.

After the first time, there was bound to be a second, and the second time she didn't resist much. We remained hidden
in that secluded corner. My fingers became much more agile. This time, my fingers went in very deep;
I even touched her cervix. She let out a rather excited moan, and my desire surged as well. I told her
I wanted to do *that*, and she said no; but I insisted I wanted to, and she still said no. She said she only had one year left before
graduation didn't want to cause any trouble. I said that made sense, otherwise neither of us would be in good shape;
the school's punishment for this was quite severe.

I told her, "Then help me." She asked me how, and then she put her hand inside my pants and
started touching me.

I said I'd use my mouth, and at first she was reluctant. But finally, at my pleading (men always seem so subservient at
times ), she slid down, I unzipped my pants, and she gently
took it into her mouth, but quickly spat it out. I think it must have been her first time, and she wasn't used to it. But she
probably didn't know I'd watched many pornographic videos and was very familiar with this kind of behavior, even though it was my
first time too.

Later, I gently grabbed her hair and pressed her head down to my stomach. She took it into her
mouth, and I gently thrust in and out. The feeling was wonderful, like an electric current suddenly running through my body. She gently
took it into her mouth, rhythmically sucking back and forth. I looked down, watching her movements beneath me. I felt a sense
of pleasure , a feeling, for the first time in years, of an incomparably moist, dew-like nourishment that soothed my
parched body and soul. Moreover, that tight attraction seemed to draw out and release all

the loneliness and confusion, solitude and unease, tenderness and wildness within me . 　　Halfway through, she suddenly looked up at me with pleading eyes and said, "Please don't put it in my mouth, okay?" So, for the first time, I looked at her with a rare tenderness and said, "Of course." 　　Quickly, I said, "It's coming." She spat it out of her mouth, and I had gotten it all over her clothes. 　　An unprecedented sense of release washed over me, and I felt weak all over. My breathing became feeble. 　　After drying her clothes, I held her tightly and kissed her passionately. I was so thirsty; her tongue constantly explored and searched my mouth, and I often bit her tongue. She cried out in pain, so I kissed her from her lips to her cheek, and from her cheek to her neck, her hair, her chest, and her breasts, which were partially exposed by her loosened robe. Her breasts were not very large, but under the kneading and caressing of my hands, they continued to swell, and her nipples became more and more erect and harder. 　　She reciprocated with equal fervor, kissing my lips, kissing my unkempt chin , pecking at my cheeks like a little bird. Our saliva mingled, our bodies embraced tightly, we breathed the same air, the air filled with our shared youthful, parched scent. Our souls resonated at that moment through this primal physical language… 　　A year later, H, I want to tell you that you were the woman . Regardless of whether we were truly in love during that period of our relationship, regardless of whether there were ugly and base thoughts in our souls that guided our actions, I just want to say to you: "Thank you, you made me grow." 　　In the days that followed, the weather grew colder, and we were less inclined to stroll , or to hide in some unknown corner for secret trysts. We hid in empty classrooms, or in our dorm room when no one was around, playing these kinds of games time and time again. 　　I was afraid of getting H pregnant, so each time she used her mouth on me, and I used my hands on her. Only once, in the dorm, did I turn off the lights and pull down her trousers. It was the first time I'd penetrated her. My heart pounded with fear; I was afraid my roommates would suddenly burst in, and even more afraid of losing control and ejaculating inside her. I thrust a few times, then hastily withdrew, saying, "Why don't you use your mouth?" So she knelt beneath me and sucked. I told her to thrust harder, and she did, constantly changing angles, using her tongue and lips to satisfy my youthful hunger time and time again. 　　Later, I stood up, grabbed her hair, and thrust violently into her mouth. My movements were intense and rough; she almost suffocated from my frenzied actions. I repeatedly thrust deep into her mouth, even reaching her throat, making her breathing difficult. In the final moments, I pulled out of her mouth and uncontrollably ejaculated on her. She leaned over, dry heaving for a while. 　　Then I carried her to bed, and we shared another long, passionate kiss. My fingers were inserted into her body, pushing and harder. Her face was filled with a mixture of pain and pleasure, and she let out bursts of joyful moans. 　　I even inserted three or four fingers at once, drilling in forcefully. She was in pain, and with tears in her eyes, she asked me why I was being so cruel to her. I buried my head in her chest and said apologetically, "I'm sorry." 　　She said she wanted to marry me someday, but I said no, I would find her a better man. She said, "You've done this to me down there, how can I marry someone else?" I was speechless. I saw that my fingers were stained with her blood. 　　Once, I secretly shed tears in her arms. At that time, I felt sad and confused about the future. I said to her, "I'm afraid of tomorrow, I don't know what tomorrow will bring." I said, "Don't marry someone like me, if you..."

" I'm willing. If that day ever comes, I'll go to your farm in the Great Northern Wilderness, and sit with you on the edge of the field, watching the endless golden waves of wheat. I'll write my novels there, for the rest of my life."

She looked at me with a strange expression, finding it hard to believe, and said that I sometimes had rather strange thoughts.

After that, she rarely asked me to marry her anymore, because we both knew that after graduation we
would inevitably be separated, whether we wanted it or not, we had to obey the arrangements of the school and society. Our
fate was in the hands of others. But we still secretly played this game in our spare time.

I broke up with her before graduation, even though she had told me she wanted to marry me, that she loved me, but I
never quite believed it was true. Perhaps it was because my standards for love were too high, so I always showed her signs of
weariness . But whether she intentionally pretended not to know and tolerated me, or whether she simply didn't
feel much, she didn't seem to care much, though sometimes she would get angry with me. I felt that we had different interests.

After the breakup, she wrote me two long letters, but I wasn't particularly moved. At that time, my spirit seemed
to have completely died. I was in a daze all day, drinking and smoking with friends, talking about the disappointments and anxieties of life,
the confusion and sorrow of love. More importantly, we were about to graduate, and after graduation, we would no longer have
such youthful days. We were all adults, and we had to bear all the trivialities and complexities of life, we had to
fight against , and be men.

Now, I have been working for a year, and I can only taste the bitterness and hardship myself.

I no longer think about finding a girl like H to hang out with, because I don't want to. I am still
searching for true love. But I have been rejected by other girls many times, including a girl from another city who has been silently thinking of me
for .

When I learned of her deep affection for me, I felt that I had finally found true love. I
said to that girl from another city, "Marry me, because I have finally found you." I said to her, "Come to my side,
no matter how hard or tiring it is, I am willing." But she hesitated. She did not continue her girlish dreams; she
obeyed her parents' wishes.

So I began to doubt the reality of love, and so I am still alone.

But I must have my own lifestyle: listening to rock music, playing tennis, playing computer games, or
going shopping, drinking, smoking, chatting, talking about ideals, life, and pursuits with my single friends.

But ideals keep shattering, life keeps throwing challenges my way, and pursuits keep turning into
a faith in money.

Only in the quiet of the night, lying alone in bed, do I reminisce about the past. During those days with H , although I couldn't shake off the sadness inherent in my bones, I did forget something
in that superficial happiness. At least during that brief period, I wasn't empty, lonely, or bored. Now, I always feel something is missing in my life. 　　Actually, it's missing a woman, so I often miss H, miss the happiness she brought me. 　　I miss those days of dating, eating together in the cafeteria every day, her washing the dishes; walking on campus every day , her nestled in my arms; studying in the library every day, her saving me a seat. Or, under the cover of night, in a secluded place, she would use her mouth on me, and I would use my hands on her; or, dancing in the moonlight on the playground, I would spin her around endlessly… 　　I think, if I could meet H again, I would tell her how much I miss her now. Perhaps, I wouldn't ask for too much from love anymore. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　Chapter Four: My Sister-in- 　　Law Hello! I am Wensheng, and I will tell you my incestuous history. 　　I remember reading in a book that if a woman has a child before the age of 30, then that child will definitely like young girls in the future; if not, then the child will like more mature women. 　　I forgot which book I read it in, but I don't believe it. My mother had me when she was in her twenties, and now I'm almost eighteen, but I still don't like young girls. On the contrary, I'm more interested in mature women. Recently, there's been a SARS outbreak in the city, and schools are on holiday. I stay at home all day, while my parents are working outside to make a living, busy every day. That's good, I can do whatever I want at home . 　　Once, I brought my new girlfriend home. We had just taken off our clothes when my mother came home. I immediately told my girlfriend to hide under the bed, and I pretended to go take a shower. After that, I never brought any more women home . I just stayed home alone, watching porn and masturbating. 　　I slept until after nine o'clock every day, and today was no exception. My mother patted my blanket to wake me up. 　　"What is it, Mom?" I asked, opening my eyes. 　　"Get up quickly. We're sending you to your cousin's house today." My mother said, throwing my clothes at me. 　　"What is it? Don't you want me as your son anymore?" I said. 　　"Don't talk nonsense. SARS has been so serious lately, so many people have died. Your father and I are never home , so we decided to send you to your cousin's house in the countryside for a while." My mother said. 　　"Okay." I got dressed. My cousin is four or five years older than me. We grew up together. Later, we moved the city, and he went out to find work. I hadn't seen him for several years. I heard he started his own construction team and was busy with other things. 　　"Hurry up, the car is waiting outside," my mother urged. 　　"I haven't eaten yet." 　　"Eat in the car," my mother said, grabbing some food haphazardly from the refrigerator before pulling me out of the house . 　　A green Mitsubishi was already waiting outside, and my mother and I got in. 　　"Thank you, Mr. Zhang," my mother said to the driver. 　　"Don't mention it, it's just a word from Director Xie. I'll need your help in the future," the driver replied politely. 　　The car drove around the city a few times, and I was already dizzy, so I leaned back in my seat and fell asleep. 　　"Get up, get up, we're here," my mother shook me awake. 　　I opened my eyes and saw that the car had stopped in a village. There were no buildings or roads , just rows of tiled houses with TV antennas on them.

"Where is this?" I asked my mother. "You've forgotten your eldest brother's house after just a few years," my father said,
leading me into a courtyard near the road.

"Second Aunt is here," someone greeted us as soon as we entered.

"Where's Zhuzi? Xiaodan?" my mother asked.

I looked up and saw a woman in a red cotton-padded jacket walking towards us. She had short, shiny hair,
large eyes, and a fair complexion. Seeing her made me feel especially warm.

"Zhuzi went to the city today. He told me you were coming," she said.

"Silly boy, call her sister-in-law," my mother said.

"Sister-in-law," I said. "

This must be Wensheng. Come in quickly, it's quite cold outside," she said, leading us into the room.

Once inside, I realized that the room was almost
identical , complete with everything from a television to a DVD player.

"Wah~~" The cry of a baby drew my attention; there was a small infant on the kang.

"She's crying again." She picked up the baby, and in front of us, lifted her clothes to reveal her
extremely full breasts, with dark nipples and areolas the size of coins.

"How old is the baby?" the mother asked.

"Three months old," she said.

"Then you have to keep a close eye on her. SARS is quite serious lately, so be careful," the mother said.I was breastfeeding the baby.

"Is it a boy?" I moved closer to my sister-in-law, pretending to look at the baby, but my eyes were fixed on her breasts.
I thought to myself, "If only I were the baby now."

"It's a girl," my sister-in-law said. "Your brother always wanted a girl, and he actually had one."

"Hehe." I laughed.

"Ouch!" my sister-in-law suddenly cried out.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"This baby won't let go. Usually, it'll be fine after a while," my sister-in-law said.

"I'll take her," I said, taking the baby and gently pulling her towards me. But the baby wouldn't let go, and
my sister-in-law's breasts were stretched out of shape—it was quite a sight.

I gently patted the baby, and she released her grip. Her breasts bounced back immediately
, swaying back and forth. My eyes almost popped out of their sockets; I almost couldn't resist touching them.

I put the baby on the kang (heated brick bed), and my sister-in-law rubbed her nipples, a pained expression on her face.

"Are you alright, sister-in-law?" I asked.

"Oh. No...it's nothing." She immediately pulled down her clothes.

I stared at her breasts, my penis throbbing to its limit. I pounced on her, pinning her down on the bed,
my hands gripping her sweater.

"Ah! Wensheng...what are you doing? Quick! Let go!" She struggled desperately, trying to shake
me off.

I pulled out my penis and pressed it against her body. Every sway of hers rubbed against my glans. I hadn't expected
her to be so strong; she pinned me down in one go. But that was even better. I wrapped my arms tightly around her
neck , hooking my legs around hers. She couldn't shake me off.

"Wensheng, let go, don't do this." My sister-in-law pleaded with me.

I suddenly lifted my head and kissed her.

She opened her eyes wide, looking at me. At first, her head was shaking, but then she slowly stopped
moving. She pinned me down, our tongues intertwining.

My sister-in-law finally stopped struggling. I was secretly delighted, greedily savoring her tongue.

My hand finally touched the breasts I'd been longing for all this time, caressing their warmth, my fingers pinching
the nipples.

"Wen...Wensheng, can we stop now? I...I'll clear the table first," my sister-in-law said.

"Okay, don't be a liar," I said.

My sister-in-law blushed, quickly straightened her clothes, and cleared the table.

My penis was still exposed; I touched it, it was icy cold, and I immediately grasped it with both hands, stroking it
up and down .

After a while, my sister-in-law came in. She didn't say anything, but instead made the bed. Before I
could even see clearly, she had already taken off all her clothes and crawled inside.

Seeing this, I immediately felt a surge of lust, and I quickly took off my clothes and crawled into her bed
.

As soon as I entered, my sister-in-law hugged me tightly, her warm body pressed against mine. My
icy penis immediately felt the warmth. I touched her full breasts, opened my mouth and took one of her nipples
into my mouth, sucking hard on the milk.

"Don't eat it all, leave some for your niece~" my sister-in-law said, her hand slowly sliding from my chest to
between my legs. Then she stopped, and after a while, she finally grasped my penis, her fingers gently rubbing
my glans.

"Don't worry, you won't finish it all." The sweet and slightly sour milk melted on my tongue, and my hand grabbed her
other breast, kneading it vigorously. My penis felt so good being held by her hand.

I pressed myself against my sister-in-law, sucking on her breasts while breathing in her scent.

"Can't your brother satisfy you?" I asked, releasing my hardened nipple.

"Sigh, after I had the baby, your brother didn't dare touch me anymore. Later, when he finally did, he..."
My sister- in-law suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"He said I'm too loose down there," my sister-in-law said.

"Oh? Let me see." Before she could say anything, I had already crawled to her feet, then I bent over
and carefully examined my sister-in-law's vulva under the light.

My sister-in-law had a lot of pubic hair, concentrated on both sides of her labia. I parted the pubic hair with my hands, revealing her slightly
dark labia.

"Big brother has been doing this a lot, it's all dark now," I said, then gently parted her labia with my fingers to reveal the slender vaginal
opening, and at the same time, a burst of fishy, pungent odor entered my nostrils.

After smelling that smell, my penis became thicker again, I opened my mouth wide and covered my sister-in-law's vulva, then sucked hard.
「啊～～～」嫂子舒服的叫了一声，然后开始在我的怀里上下的套弄起来，
一边套弄一边还要照顾怀里的孩子吃奶。

我的手在嫂子空闲的乳房上揉捏着，嫂子在我怀里上下的驰骋，我的阴茎在
松紧适合的阴道里简直是游刃有余。

「嫂子～～你～那里也不松啊。」我一边抽动一边说。

「讨厌～～～」嫂子说着从我身上站了起来，然后把孩子放在一边，身体侧
了过去继续给孩子喂奶，她的手则分开自己的臀。

「嘿嘿～～」我笑了笑，然后也侧着躺在了嫂子的身边，阴茎再次回归。

我前后的拱着嫂子，阴茎快速的进出温暖的阴道，我感觉到嫂子的阴道在不
断的变热，很快我的阴茎也变得热了。

「慢点～～孩子～～～」嫂子说。

我放慢了抽插的速度，但是却加大了幅度，每次尽量让整根阴茎都可以感受
到嫂子阴道里面的温度。

嫂子忽然转过身，原来孩子吃完奶又睡了。

「终于睡了。」我说着压嫂子的身上，用力的抽动起来。

也不知道过了多久，我几乎没有力气了，嫂子也是汗水淋漓，我最后用尽力
气飞快的抽动两下后，浓浓的精液喷入了嫂子的子宫中，嫂子也在我射精的瞬间
达到了前所未有的高潮。

我从嫂子的身上滚了下来，头靠在嫂子的枕头上，手摸着她刚刚激战完毕的
的阴道。

「嫂子，好舒服啊。」我说。

「我……也是，我感觉好像飞起来一样。」嫂子说。

「大哥让你有这感觉吗？」我问。

「笨蛋，他要是可以的话怎幺让你有机会。」嫂子说完吻住了我的嘴唇。

这天晚上我睡的很香，还做了一个梦，梦见我自己忽然长了一个大乳房，一
挤还出奶水。

第二天起来的很早，我醒来的时候嫂子还在睡，我轻轻的掀开被子，在太阳
公公的帮助下仔细的看着她还湿润的阴道，呼吸着一晚上酝酿混合的味道，我的
阴茎又硬了起来。

我的手在嫂子的屁股上抚摩着，然后我开始亲吻丰满的臀，舌头在上面舔来
舔去，弄得口水到处都是，不一会，嫂子的屁股上就出现了细小的疙瘩。

我将头埋在嫂子的双腿间，舌头不管是阴道还是菊花门一起都舔了一遍。

舔了片刻后，我收回了舌头，仔细的观看着嫂子被口水弄湿的阴户，两条阴
唇将口水吸收，变得红润了许多。

「看什幺看啊，还不快进来。」嫂子忽然说。

「原来你已经醒了啊。」我说着，阴茎应声而入，嫂子立刻动了起来，我舒
服的抽动着，感受着龟头上不断传来的快感。

一阵激情后我又将精液射入了嫂子的身体里。

「还往里面射啊，会怀孕的。」嫂子摸着阴道里流出的精液说。

「那就给大哥再生一个。」我将龟头上的精液均匀的涂在嫂子的腿上。

「你还给你大哥带绿帽子。」嫂子假装生气的说。

「他说你那里松，我要报复。」我摸着嫂子的菊花门说。

「看你怎幺报复。」嫂子说。

「要报复的话要开辟一条新的通道啊。」我的手指开始在嫂嫂的菊花门上徘
徊，将手上的精液抹在了上面。

「什幺通道？」嫂子问。

我不由分说将龟头顶在了漂亮的菊花门上，然后用力的将龟头顶了进去。

「啊～～好痛啊。」嫂子用力的夹紧，夹得我的阴茎无比的舒服。

我一边揉捏着嫂子的乳房一边用力的抽动着。

非典啊非典，真希望非典一直流行下去啊。

第五章：我的师母

你好！我是文生，时光匆匆过去，现在想来师母的身影还在我的脑海中回荡。

那一年，我还在县城读初中，听说新调来一个英语教师。不过引起我们注意
的并不是英语老师本人，而是他哪个漂亮的老婆即我们的师母。

第一次见师母就被师母那成熟的丰韵所倾倒。我总觉得师母有点眼熟，原来
她长得很象中央电视台主持正大综艺的王雪纯。不过她比王雪纯身材要高一点而
且也还要丰满一些。总之师母留给我的第一印象非常妙，由此，她成为了我意淫
和手淫的长期伴侣。

后来我才知亮道她在旅游公司当导游，已经有了一个六岁的小男孩，真没想
到她生了小孩身材依然还这幺完美。那时侯我常常想，要是能够和师母做爱那该
多好啊，我一定要疯狂的蹂躏她那丰满的臀部、柔软的乳房，轻烫添着她殷红的
乳头，在她伊伊呀呀的呻吟声中抽插她的阴道。每次想到这里我的阴茎就涨的发
痛。真的是老天有眼，这种机会终于来了。

读初中的时候我比较喜欢运动，校篮球场和足球场上时时有我的身影出现，
在那段时期我最喜欢的运动却是遛汉冰，不过我的水平也不高，尚处于初级水平，
摔交的事情时有发生。

那天放学后我又到学校汉冰室练习溜冰，忽然斜方冲过来一大一小的两个人，
猛地撞在我吵的身上，巨大的冲击力足够让我美美的摔上一交。我爬起来，冲口
而吵鬃出的三字经却被师母娇美的容颜给惊得收了回去，原来是师母带鬃鬃
着她的儿子在学溜冰。

师母红着脸连声的说：对不起.当我看清鬃＃撞我的人是让我魂引梦牵的
师母后，先前的火气早就消失得无影无踪＃鬃，甚至希望师母丰满的肉体再猛烈
的撞我一下。（呵呵，不过她的儿鬃烫子则可以免了，我一向没有爱屋及乌的习
惯的）

今天师母下身穿着一条紧身的牛仔裤，紧身牛仔裤把她丰满的臀部曲线表现
得淋漓尽致，照上面穿着一件紧身的高领毛衣，两个如碗形的乳房傲立在她的胸
前。

这幺性感的打扮看得我的阴茎又不自觉的勃起。我一直觉得师母不但漂亮而
且很会打扮，每次看见她都打扮得这幺成熟性感。师母明显感到我目光中的热力，
先前脸上的红潮都还没退尽，不过现在更加红了膊。她拉了拉身边的小男孩说：
快给哥哥说对不起。我直到这时候才醒悟过来，连忙说：没事，没事。「
师母，你也喜欢溜冰呀。

她听我叫她师母有点不好意思。但是知道我是她老公班上的学生后，她对
我的态度明显的亲切了许多。于是我顺势拉起小男孩的手邀请她们一起滑。滑了
一会，小男孩说他累了，于是我们溜到旁边的椅子上坐了下来。

聊了一会天，我就自告奋勇的要教师母倒滑，师母可能才开始学习溜冰，劲
头还比较大，于是欣然答应。我拉着师母软绵绵的小手，居然兴奋的手心冒汗。
师母一点也没有觉察到我的异样，还是认真的跟我练习倒滑。

当滑到拐弯处的时候，我假装被什幺东西拌亮到了，一下坐在地上，师母自
然也摔入我的怀中，我顺势双手一抱，哪两只手刚好抱在她丰满的乳房上，我轻
轻的用手搓了搓她的乳房。

可能因为生过小孩的关系，她的乳房并不是很坚挺的，摸起来软绵绵的不过
很舒服，而且还能感觉到她乳房上的两个小乳头。我下面的阴茎又不争气的硬了
起来，硬邦邦的抵着师母圆润的臀部。我禁不住耸了怂揪耸下身，由于她穿的是
牛仔裤，所以她屁股顶起来并不是软绵绵的感揪照觉。

不过我还是很兴奋。师母明显感觉到我下面的变化，脸又红了，这次连耳朵
都红了起来。她回过头来白了我一眼。我那时真的相当的紧张，生怕师母发火，
我赶忙爬起来并把师母也拉了起来。

师母站起身来后并没有说什幺，也没有抽回还在我手中紧握着的小手，只是
脸红红的。我觉得她当时真的是好妩媚哟。我不禁胆子又大了起来，我带着她继
续往前滑，我手上轻轻的用了点力，把她拉到我的身边，和我靠在一起。

然后我松开她的小手，并把我的右手探视性的放在她的小蛮腰上。她居然没
有拒绝，只是向周围看了看。我知道她是怕被人看见。其实现在溜冰室人很多，
大家都在专注的滑冰，没有人注意到我们。即使看见了，也以为我只是扶着她在
教她溜冰呢。

她的儿子也正和旁边的一个小女孩玩得很高兴，根本就没有注意到我和他妈
妈正搂在一起。我手上又加了点力，现在我和她紧紧的贴在一起了。我转过头，
把嘴贴在她耳朵上说：师母，我早就注意你了，从看见你的第一眼起，我就喜
欢你了。她没有说话只是笑了笑。我看着她白皙的耳朵，用嘴轻轻添了添她的
耳垂。

她身子禁不住轻颤了一下。转过头又白了我一眼。我把放在她腰上的右手慢
慢的移到她高翘的屁股上，来回轻轻的抚摩着，我一边向前滑行一边摸着她的屁
股，有时候还用力的捏一捏。在这段过程中，她没有说一句话，只是脸上的红潮
从来没有褪过。

我胆子越来越大，把左手伸过去牵引着她的左手摸向我怂起的阴茎，当她的
手碰到我博起的阴茎的时候，她条件反射般的收回她的手，我执着的再次把她的
小手放在我博起的部分，她这次没有收回她的手，我的手也轻抚着她的阴部，虽
然隔着裤子，我依然能够感觉到她阴部的柔软和灼热。

随着我双手动作的加剧，她的身子越来越软，几乎完全的靠在我的身上，偶
尔还伴随着一两声低低的呻吟。我正想把她的牛仔裤拉练拉下，她抓住了我的手，
并低声的说：不要这样。我看着她的脸，她也看着我，我知道她这次是真的
不想我再进一步触摸她。

我只好老实的隔着裤子抚摩着她，她也放软了身子继续享受我的抚摩。我不
时的抚摩她的阴部和臀部，偶尔还用摸阴部的手去捏捏她丰满的乳房，就这样抚
摩着，我觉得她的身子越来越软、阴部却越来越热，而且阴部还不时的蠕动，连
我的手隔着她的牛仔裤就感觉到她的潮湿。她也不时用她柔软的小手捏捏我博起
的阴茎。我们就这样的互相的抚摸着，直到她的儿子吵着要回家，我们才分开。

哪当我随着她们母子走出溜冰室时，天已经快要黑了。我知道今天是师母的
老公辅导我们晚自习，于是我走到她身后，对着她的耳朵轻轻说：师母，我晚
上来找你好吗？师母回过头吃惊的看着我。师母行，我真的好想你，给我次
机会好吗？我继续恳求到。

她妩媚的笑了行揪笑，转过身拉着小男孩走了。看着师母婀娜多姿的背影渐
渐远去，我决定今晚一定要冒险去会会师母。为了晚上的冒险，我决定先回家填
饱肚子，养精蓄锐准备迎接晚上的挑战。当我吃完饭回到教室，上晚自习的铃声
也响了。等了一会，英语老师陈ｘｘ抱着一捆试卷进了教吵室。他说今天晚上英

师母贩的阴道也变得更加湿润了，摸起来滑腻腻的。我知道现在师母也很兴
奋，我想让她更舒服一点，就伸出舌头轻轻舔起她的阴蒂和阴道，有时候还用舌
头挤进师母的阴道口，不断来回的旋转，师母呻吟的声音更加急促了。

我边舔边用手使劲的搓揉着师母雪白的屁股，不一会，师母的阴道不断的抖
动，腿蹦得直直的，连高翘的屁股也跟着微微的抖动，忽然，她的阴道口一张，
一股微白的液体急冲而出，我直觉得一股咸咸腥腥的东西流进我的嘴里，我还来
不及反应，它就顺喉而下了，原来师母已经达到第一次高潮。

我只觉得我的鸡巴在裤子里涨得发痛，于是我飞快的脱下衣服。用手握着发
烫的鸡巴，从后面向师母的阴道进攻，由于师母分泌的淫水太多，滑腻腻的，我
的鸡巴在师母的外阴和屁股上滑来滑去，就是不得其门。我越急越乱，鸡巴光在
师母的屁股和外阴上刺来刺去。

师母罩在毛衣中发出哧~ 哧~的笑声，她摸索着伸出手，握住我的鸡巴，
引导着向她的阴道口带去，当挝我的龟头抵在她的阴道口时，我不用她再教，屁
股用力一顶，大鸡巴吵扑哧一声钻了进去。虽然师母生过孩子但是她的阴道
并不是很宽栽敞，紧紧的包围着我的鸡巴，我觉得暖暖的舒服极了。

我一耸一耸的运动着我的屁股，让我的鸡巴在师母浪穴中进进出出的做着活
塞运动。我越来越兴奋，抽插的动作也越来越大，只插得师母的浪穴淫水四溢，
飞溅出的淫水把我的小腹染得一塌糊涂，连我的阴毛全都湿透了贩，全软软的贴
在我的小腹上，当我插入时小腹猛烈的撞击着师母雪白换肥大的屁股，发出啪
~~~ 啪~~~~ 的声音。

师母的大屁股也随着撞击象波浪般的抖动。我阴茎抽出时带出师母两片红嫩
的小阴唇，插入时它们又随着我的鸡巴进入师母的嫩穴。师母也耸动着她的大屁
股配合着我的抽插。

她的淫水是如此之多，当我的鸡巴猛力插入时，总会挤出一股股的淫水，抽
出时龟头楞又会带出大量的淫水，师母的淫水鞍妹把我们的结合部位湿得滑腻腻
的，以至于我和师母的肥臀分开时，明显感觉到淫水的粘性。

师母不能控制的伊~~伊~~呀~~呀~~ 的叫个不停，并用她的小穴使劲的夹
着我的鸡巴，现在我不管从视觉还是感觉上都达到最高的享受，嘴里也不禁发出
啊~~啊~~ 的叫声。

我伏在师母赤裸的背上，用舌头添着师母雪白的后背，并用手使劲搓着师母
的两个乳房和乳头。我下面的鸡巴却一刻都没停止的在师母的小穴中进进出出，
直到此刻我还有点不相信，哪个让我魂引梦牵的俏师母，就在我枪下婉转求欢。

我卖力的干着师母的小穴，师母也努力的配合着我。兴奋的感觉越来越强烈，
我的龟头正正发麻，我知道要射精了。我深吸了一口气，紧缩肛门，努力控制住
我射精的欲望。这样过了一会，我忽然感到师母的阴道壁在微微的抖动，我加快
了我插穴的强度和深度，果然，师母在一阵剧烈的抖动后，她达到了高潮。

当师母滚烫的阴精淋在我龟头上时，我再也忍不住了。我叫到：师母~~我
~~我也要射精了。师母听了一惊，忙撑起身子说：快~~快师＃拔出来，不要
射在里面。看着师母这样着急，我不想违背师母意愿，拔出了阴茎。当阴茎拔
离师母的小穴时，发出卜的一声。

我的精液也呈抛物线的急射而出，射在了师母雪白的背上和大屁股上，浓浓
的精液随着师母雪白的大屁股流了下来，象百分之百牛奶。师母也趴在桌子上气
喘嘘嘘。我抱着师母转了个身，并脱下师母还罩在头上的毛衣，来个完全的赤裸
相对。

只见师母紧闭着她那双妩媚的大眼睛，脸上的红潮还没有完全褪去，性感的
红唇还在微微的颤抖，俏丽热的脸上布满一层密密的细汗。现在我才知道香汗
淋漓原来正是形容这时候的女人。师母到现在才挣开了她的眼睛，当她的美目
望着我的时候，我问：师母，我干得你舒服吗？师母的脸又红了红，（我不
知道师母为什幺这幺容易脸红，不过老实说

师母脸红的时候特别吸引人）她伸手握着我微软的阴茎说：你小小年纪，
从那里学来那幺多调情的手段啊！「师母，你不知道，现在有ａ片吗？我说。
师母这才恍然大悟的说：原来如此，这还是你的第一次吧？

我吃惊的望着师母说：你怎幺知道，难道我有什幺做哪得不对的地方吗？
师母笑笑没有回答，只是用她的小手使劲的捏了我的阴茎。

我抱紧师母赤裸的肉体，在她耳边说：师母，你知道性伴侣吗？我想干你
想了快一年咯，天天晚上我都想着和你做爱，每次手淫都以你为目标，不然晚上
我就睡不着。师母忽然情动了，紧紧抱住我，并用她的舌头伸进我的嘴里，我
也贪婪的吮吸着师母的香舌。在师母的挑逗下，我的阴茎又博起了，硬硬的抵住
师母柔软的小腹。

师母低头看看我挺立的鸡巴，用手指弹了一下，我的鸡巴上下跳动，好象点
头向师母致敬。师母温柔的牵着我的手向客厅走去。到了客厅，师母让我座在沙
发上，她自己则蹲在我的面前，张开她的红唇含住我发涨的鸡巴。我吃惊的看着
师母，师母望着我妩媚的笑。并用她柔软的舌头轻轻添着我鲜红的龟头，还用舌
头抵开我的马眼，偶尔还轻轻咬咬我的鸡巴。

我兴奋极了，鸡巴在师母的小嘴中越涨越大，忽然师母把我的整根鸡巴全部
含在口中，我感到我的龟头抵在师母的喉咙上，师母用她的嘴来回的吮吸着我的
鸡巴，剧烈的快感冲击着我，我挝不禁啊~~啊~~ 的呻吟出声。

看着风骚的师母高翘着屁股趴在那帮我口交，我的内心充满了自豪感。我一
只手抚摩着师母高高翘起的屁构舷股，一只手捏着师母的乳房。

我忽然觉得龟头出传来阵阵尿意，我才~~想起我今天很久没有撒尿了，我不
要意思的说：师母，我~~我~~想~~鬃~~撒尿。师母停止工作抬起头白了我一
眼，她拉起我的手向卫生间走去，边走边抚摩我的阴茎，我也用手摸着她的阴道，
还有手指插进去来回的抽动。

到了卫生间，师母扶着我的阴茎让我撒尿，当看见晶亮亮的尿液从我的阴茎
喷出来时，师母挣大着她的美目，目不转睛的盯着我撒尿，我猜师母是第一次这
幺近的看着男人撒尿。我撒完尿后习惯性的抖了抖阴茎，没想道余下的尿液全撒
在师母的美腿上。师母报复似的使劲捏我的阴茎，我假装疼得哎哟一叫，师
母马上放松了握我阴茎的手。我们继续互相爱抚着向客厅走去。

回到客厅，师母换创还是让我座在沙发上，然后她面对着我坐在我身上，一
手分开自己的创贩大阴唇，一手握着我的阴茎，肥大的屁股向下一压，因为师母
的阴道贩非常的湿润，几乎没有费什幺劲，我的大鸡巴就扑哧一声完全消汉
失在师母的小穴中。

师母来回的耸动着她的大屁股，她的阴道就象小汉鞍孩的嘴一样，一会吞进
我的阴茎一会又吐出来。随着师母上身不停的摆动两个乳房也不停的上下波动。

我双手抱住师母雪白的屁股，随着靠师母运动的频率用劲把师母向我阴茎上
压。

沙发在我们的身下发出不靠堪重荷的沙沙声，伴随着师母阴道发出的
扑哧~~~ 扑哧~~~~~的插穴声，我觉得这真是世上最美的乐章。我用嘴含住师母
上下波动吵的乳房，还用牙齿轻轻咬师母的乳头，师母也因为剧烈的运动发出低
吵深沉的喘气声。

我的手越来越用力的捏着师母的屁股，我猜现在师母雪白的屁股一定被我捏
得变了形。师母低下头亲我，我也努力的把我的舌头伸进师母的口中，和师母的
香舌绞缠在一起，我们互相吮吸着对方的唾液，鼻子里都发出呜~~呜~~ 的鼻
息声。

师母的动作越来越来快，我的快感也越来越强烈，不过由于先前射了一次精，
现在没有那幺容易射精了。渐渐的师母身上又出汗了，呻吟也越来越急促。

我知种道师母又要泄身了，不禁使劲的向上耸动我的阴茎，大约又过了几分
种，师母忽然停止了抽动，接着师母的阴道传来剧烈的抖动，夹着我阴茎的力量
也逐渐增大，师母的身体也颤抖着，随着她的一声长叹，构师母的阴道吐~~吐
~~ 的射出了大量的阴精。火热的阴精淋在我的龟头上，我兴奋得发抖，不过还
好我没有射精。

师母软绵绵的倒在我破怀里，阴道内还在不断的流出分泌物，大量的淫液随
着我的阴茎流在屁股上，连我屁股下的沙发都打湿了一大片，粘糊糊的贴着屁股
很不爽。

师母感到我的阴茎还硬硬的插在她的阴道中，她用手抱住我的脖子，用她俏
丽的脸庞摩擦着我的脸赞叹的说：你真棒，等我歇息一换换会再来，好吗？
看着师母妩媚的样子我当然不会拒绝，但是我也乘机提出要求：师母，让我射
在你的小穴里好吗？

师母爱怜的用手拍拍我的脸说：好吧我听后不禁大乐。我们就这样抱着
互相抚摩和亲吻了一会，我的阴茎一直插在师母的小穴中，师母用手捏了捏我靠
的阴茎的根部打趣道：你把你的第一次给我这个老太婆，你不觉得亏了吗？」
你看起来就象我姐姐，一点也不老啊，再说我的童身能交给你这样的大美人，这
是我的荣幸我真诚的说。

师母又拍拍我的脸说：你就知道讨好人家. 不是啊，你是我见过的女人
中，最让我心动的我举着手宣誓般的说。师母~~ 哧~~哧~~ 的淫笑，并鞍又
耸动着她的大屁股，我知道我发起冲锋的时候到了，我抱着师母，把她按在沙发
上，抬高师母两只丰满白皙的大腿，疯狂的抽插着师母的小浪穴，房间里又响起
了扑哧~~扑哧~~ 的入穴声。

师母也淫荡的向上迎接着我阴茎的插入，并媚眼如丝的盯着我。看着师母美
丽淫荡的容颜，我激动得快要爆炸，我把师母的双腿压在她的胸膛上，趴在师母
身上，飞快的耸动着我的屁股，阴茎犹如飞梭般的插着师母的小穴，每次都顶在
师母的花心上，师母又哼哼啊啊的唱起了歌，她的阴唇随着阴茎的进进出出，
也翻进翻出的做着重复的变形运动。

师母真是个多水的女人，随着我阴茎的抽插，淫水被阴茎象挤牛奶般怂的挤
了出来，沿着师母的屁股沟流在沙发上，沙发上凹起的部分，象水塘一样积满师
母的淫水。

（难怪说，女人是水做的，这句话在这里得到精确的论证。）

这样大约抽查了一百多下，我的龟头一阵阵发麻，我知道我快要射精了，不
由得加快了插入的速度，师母也觉察到我创的变化，她也更加用力的迎合着我的
插入。终于我的龟头一阵跳动，大量得的精液急射而出，滚烫的浓精烫得师母
啊~~啊~~ 乱叫，射精后的我无力的趴在师母丰满的肉体上，大口大口的喘着起。

师母爱怜的用手摸去我额头上的汗水，然后座起身，我软下来的阴茎随着师
母的淫水滑了出来。我低下头，看着师母发红的阴唇，她阴唇上占满技的淫水，
在灯光下闪闪发光，师母的阴道口还没有完全的关闭，能看见我乳白色的精液正
从师母哪个红色的小洞中流出来。

师母抬手打了我屁股一下说：还没看够吗？小色狼.我又抱着师母亲起来，
师母的嘴又软又湿，亲起来感觉好极了。师母抬头看看挂在墙上的钟哎哟一
声站起来，我不解的看着师母。她急冲冲的说：你快回教室吧，就快下自习了
.边说边光着身子向厨房走去，我也看看墙上的钟，不知不觉我已经来师母这里
快一个小时了。

师母又从厨房走出来，手里拿着我的衣服和她那条黑色的小内裤，她光着身
子蹲在我面前，用她的内裤仔细的替我擦着阴茎，然后温柔的替我穿衣服。当我
衣服穿好后师母叫我快回教室，我边走边问：师母，我还可以再来照找你吗？
师母笑着点了点头，于是我高兴的向教室跑去。

When I returned to the classroom, the test was almost over. Teacher Chen was angry and asked
why I had been gone so long to the restroom. I lied and said I had a stomachache and went to the infirmary for medicine.

He didn't seem to believe me, but he didn't say anything more. I went back to my seat and hadn't even done a few
questions before class ended. Of course, I did terribly on that test.

But remembering how highly my teacher's wife regarded me, I felt it was worth it.

I know there are gains and losses, aren't there? Later, I kept looking for opportunities to have sex with my teacher's wife, and this
continued until I went to serve in the army in another city.

During that time, because opportunities were rare, my teacher's wife and I only had sex about
ten times in that year or so. When I first joined the army, I still kept in touch with them, but every letter was addressed to Chen XX
who had moved to Hainan, and then we lost contact. Whenever the night is quiet, I often
think of my teacher's wife. Teacher's wife, do you know I'm thinking of you?

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