[Urban] Passion Burns Through This Life (Complete) - 4-6

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33. Helping Cuilan

I decided to help Cuilan this once, to get justice from her stepfather. But Cuilan was in excruciating pain, and she said she would never see that old man again.
I decided to help solve Cuilan's current troubles first, but I couldn't bring myself to ask. She was just a little girl; I couldn't have any other thoughts.
Cuilan finally couldn't hold back anymore. She came to me and begged, "Brother Mu, please help me!"
I said, "How can I help you?"
Cuilan was in so much pain she didn't care about anything else. She said, "Brother Mu, don't think I'm dirty, please suckle for me, okay?"
Looking at her face contorted with pain, I couldn't bear it and decided to help her.
Cuilan's enormous nipples were like a cow's. When she put them in my mouth, they almost filled it completely; it was a truly pitiful sight.
I slowly began to suckle, but didn't get anything out. Cuilan anxiously said, "Harder, harder!"
I started sucking with all my might, almost with all my might. Suddenly, a bitter, sweet, and fishy-smelling yellowish-white liquid sprayed into my mouth. I quickly spat it out onto the ground; if it weren't for my strong stomach, I would have vomited long ago.
Looking back at Cuilan, the yellowish-white liquid was dripping from her breasts, forming a puddle on the ground. Cuilan felt much better then; she squeezed a few more times before stopping.
Cuilan hugged me gratefully, saying, "Thank you, Brother Mu. I'm sorry I choked you."
I had just inhaled that strange-smelling, milky-yellow liquid; it made me feel nauseous, but I endured it for this poor little girl. She smiled proudly at me, and I pulled her close, wrapped my arms around her waist, and kissed her cheek deeply. My hand unconsciously climbed up her waist and touched her breasts. She squinted her eyes.
I gently squeezed them; they were so soft, and my penis hardened again. She noticed the small mounds appearing on my pants again, and then, with renewed interest, pulled out my penis and began to play with it.
Gradually, her nipples hardened. I went from gently rubbing her breasts to pinching and kneading her nipples, pulling her shirt tight with my hands. A noticeable protrusion appeared on her breast, strangely sexy.
She was also constantly stroking my penis. I said, "Hurry up."
She was very obedient. My breathing became heavy. I abandoned her nipples and roughly grabbed her breasts again, kneading them, while occasionally lowering my head to kiss her neck, cheeks, and lips. My
penis grew harder and harder. I pressed my hand that was supporting her back against her neck and said, "Cuilan, help me, will you suck me?"
She pressed her face against mine and kissed me lightly: "No, what does it taste like?"
I said, "Cuilan, I can't take it anymore, please help me, just suck me."
Unable to resist my coaxing, she blushed, bent down, and first tentatively licked my glans with her tongue. I let out a soft cry. Her tongue was exceptionally soft and warm, like an electric current winding around my glans, striking my cerebral cortex.
As if she had made a great decision, she licked her lips and without hesitation took my penis into her mouth.
It felt like entering a warm cave, a wet tongue swirling up and down, and my lower body involuntarily arched upwards to allow my penis to go in further.
I said, "Cuilan, like with your hands, quick, quick."
She then slowly began to move up and down, her tongue sometimes pressing against my glans, gently flicking it, feeling as if she had licked open the slit, and some sticky liquid seemed to flow out and stick to the tip of her tongue. This obscene feeling made me blind to everything around me; the cicadas chirping outside the window grew fainter and fainter.
Her little tiger teeth would inadvertently scrape my penis, and sometimes she would curiously suck on my glans.
I looked down at her; her shoulder-length hair was spread out in front of my eyes, and my dark pubic hair occasionally brushed against her slightly flushed face. I trembled slightly from the waves of pleasure, grabbed her two warm little mounds, and played with them in rhythm with her up and down movements, sometimes pinching her nipples and rubbing them hard.
Her mouth movements quickened, and she would occasionally bite. I grabbed her breast, pinching her nipple between my fingers.
Finally, I instinctively pulled down her breast, thrusting my hips forward, my penis swelling, and I ejaculated violently in her mouth. She stopped moving, still holding my penis in her mouth.
My hand loosened, and I slumped into the chair. She looked up, somewhat embarrassed, with a little semen at the corner of her mouth. She smoothed her hair behind her ear, smiling at me, her face flushed.
I took out a tissue and wiped the semen from her mouth, and she carefully wiped my glans as well.
She pinched my leg and said, "You have so much stuff, it's all leaking out."
I said, "I'm sorry, Cuilan, I acted impulsively! I'll go and advocate for you later." Cuilan said, "It's nothing, it's alright, as long as you're happy."
Speaking of advocating for a little girl's rights, I was determined to do it. So, I led Cuilan away. Cuilan was terrified and didn't want me to go. I explained to her for a long time, and she followed me with some doubt.
Cuilan and her stepfather lived in a very remote alley, almost deserted, which allowed her stepfather to act with impunity.
Along the way were old, dilapidated houses, many crumbling. I saw many houses with exposed bedroom walls, and I felt a pang of sadness. I imagined a warm family that had once lived here; the atmosphere of home was long gone, yet that strong feeling remained, now reduced to ashes. But these places also served as a testament to a past civilization.
Finally, we arrived at her house. I was surprised; it looked like a house that hadn't been lived in for a long time, yet they were still living there.
Cuilan opened the door; her stepfather hadn't returned from herding sheep yet, and we were waiting for her. The house was shabby and simple. Cuilan trembled slightly as she entered. I reassured her, "It's okay, I'm here.
" Suddenly, Cuilan asked me, "I've had a falling out with my stepfather. Where will I live now?"
This was a sharp question. What should I do? Cuilan was still young and had no means of supporting herself. What would she do? The second question: Where would they live? I couldn't just leave her sleeping on the street, could I?
After thinking for a long time, it suddenly occurred to me: my uncle's family had all left, and the house there was still quite comfortable—that could solve the problem! But what about her future life? If she fell out with her stepfather, he wouldn't support her anymore!
I suddenly thought of Accountant Wang; this important figure would come in handy.
I quickly called Accountant Wang, who happened to be nearby and said he'd be there soon.
A little while later, Accountant Wang arrived at Cuilan's stepfather's house. I hurriedly told him the details, and Accountant Wang became extremely angry after hearing them, immediately checking Cuilan's wounds. After examining them, he launched into a tirade against Cuilan's stepfather.
I said, "That old scoundrel will be back soon, Brother Wang, you need to think of a way to find Cuilan a job. I've already found a place to stay!"
Accountant Wang scratched his head, wanting to refuse, but seeing my sharp eyes, he thought for a moment and said, "The carpet factory in the village is fine. 500 yuan a month is enough to support herself. If she does well, she can get a raise."
Cuilan and I were immediately delighted and praised Accountant Wang's generosity.
Just then, Cuilan's stepfather, Wang Dafeng, returned home. As soon as he got home, he started cursing, "You little vixen, where have you been all morning? Have you made me any food yet? Otherwise, I'll beat you to death..."
Saying this, he rushed into the house.
Wang Dafeng was stunned when he entered the house. He saw two more people in the house, especially Accountant Wang, and he fell silent. He hurriedly said, "Nephew, what brings you here to see me?"
Accountant Wang yelled, "You old beast! How can I have a brother like you? Look what you've done to Cuilan! You've committed rape! Come on, let's go to the police station!"
I quickly pulled out my phone to make a call, but Wang Dafeng immediately knelt down in front of us, sweating and crying, pleading loudly, "Nephew, Xiaomu, please forgive us!" Accountant
Wang leaned close to my ear and said, "Look, he's my uncle. Let's forgive him. Let him never touch Cuilan again, is that alright?"
I thought about it. As the saying goes, even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake. Let's just let it go. Putting Wang Dafeng in jail won't do me any good. Nobody else cares about Cuilan; I've already done enough by taking care of her. Let's just let it go.
Wang Dafeng cried, "Nephew, I'll never do it again... Please give me a chance..."
Accountant Wang cursed him, finally saying, "I'll let you off this time. Go find Cuilan's things right now, find her clothes and belongings. She wants to move out, hurry!"
"Cuilan wants to move out? No way! Let me forgive her. I'll make up for what she lost..."
This despicable, cunning old fox, he still has this trick up his sleeve.
Before he finished speaking, Cuilan and I said almost simultaneously, "No, you can't!"
The old fox cried again, "Cuilan, Daddy still misses you, don't go!"
This old thing, I see Cuilan is gone, you can't satisfy your lust anymore, so hypocritical.
Cuilan said firmly, "You old beast, I've had enough. I'm breaking off all ties with you now. If you harass me again, I'll report you to the police station. I didn't understand before..."
Seeing that the die was cast and there was no way to change it, Wang Dafeng burst into tears, crying as he helped Cuilan find her things. Cuilan packed her clothes, bedding, and personal belongings into several bags and asked me to carry them for her. She shook hands with Accountant Wang to thank him and say goodbye.
Wang Dafeng chased after her at the door, crying, "Cuilan, come whenever you want, this is your home."
Damn it, that old scoundrel!
Cuilan and I carried the bags and left without looking back.
Finally, we arrived at my uncle's house. I unlocked the door and went inside.
My uncle had moved to the county town last year and left me the key; I never expected it to come in handy today. My uncle's house was still very clean. Cuilan and I tidied up together, and then I left Cuilan 100 yuan so she could buy things to eat and use.
Cuilan was moved to tears: "Brother Mu, you're so kind. I'll give you my wages as soon as I earn them."
She hugged me tightly and gave me a big kiss.
My heart was filled with sweetness, a feeling I had never experienced before. I never thought helping others would bring me so much joy. If only I had known, I would have been a more altruistic person. No wonder people say, "Give a rose, and your hand will retain its fragrance."
It's so true.

Thirty-four, Finally, Helping Xiuzhu (Part 1)

I checked my watch; it was already 1 PM. I hurried home for lunch, but Cuilan insisted I stay. I asked, "Can't you cook?"
She said, "I've been cooking for three years; at least I won't eat raw food anymore."
I was relieved. I told her, "There are many people in this alley, and your neighbors are all around. Don't be afraid of Wang Dafeng. Just yell when he comes; he won't be forceful."
Cuilan nodded happily and hugged me again. I hadn't expected this little girl to love hugs, just like foreigners. Perhaps it was because she was too happy!
I said goodbye and headed home.
Tonight was the last night of the six-day trip. I had cured Xiuzhu's illness, so I had completed my mission and could rest easy. Now, with Xiumei interfering, things weren't going smoothly. However, the pleasant feeling I had when Xiumei came to see me this morning still lingered in my memory. I both respected and feared Xiumei. What I admire is that she studies sex as an art, which shows she has exceptional talent. Existence is its own justification; I despise those hypocrites who are two-faced, publicly condemning sex but privately indulging in frivolous relationships with young girls. Xiumei is a seasoned womanizer, and I can't deny that there are things I can learn from her. In today's complex society, learning some techniques in the arts will definitely come in handy. What I fear is whether she'll tell her mother about my affair with Xiuzhu over the past five days. If she does, I'm doomed. I'll check on her tonight. If her second aunt doesn't react and her attitude towards me remains the same, it means Xiumei hasn't betrayed me.
When I got home, my mother hurriedly asked where I'd been, warning me not to neglect my work.
I told her about helping Cuilan that morning. My mother praised me for doing well and then started cursing Wang Dafeng, that perverted bastard.
My mother also warned me that Xiumei is a frivolous woman and I mustn't fall for her tricks. I readily agreed, but in truth, I had already fallen for her tricks.
After finishing my meal, I was about to rest when my phone rang. It was a text message, and I quickly picked it up to check.
The sender was an unfamiliar number, and I didn't even want to read the content—it was probably one of those annoying spam messages. Just as I was about to delete it, the first few words caught my eye: "Xiao Mu, how have you been lately?"
I quickly opened the message and was stunned. It was completely unexpected.
The sender was my older sister, my wife's sister.
The message read: "Xiao Mu, how have you been lately? I'm your older sister. I just bought a new phone today, so I'm sending you a message first. It's been ten days since we last saw each other, and I've missed you a bit. You've been so good to me, and I'm very touched! Keep in touch."
Ah, what does she mean? Why is she missing me? Does she have feelings for me? My mind raced, and I couldn't control my emotions. An indescribable feeling enveloped me.
Suddenly, it occurred to me: what if someone was impersonating my older sister to play a trick on me? I had to be careful. So I sent a text message: "In these ten days, what did you miss the most?"
A moment later, my phone rang: "I miss the moments when I could hear footsteps in the hallway, the moments we were together."
Ah, it was my older sister, it was true. Did she really miss me? What did she miss about me?
So I sent another text message: "Are you kidding me? What did you miss about me?"
"I miss every moment we spent together. You're a good person, you didn't take advantage of me, I'll remember your kindness..."
Stop! One should only speak three-tenths of what one knows, don't go too deep, leave some suspense, give her room for imagination.
So I sent another: "Older sister, thank you for remembering me. I've never forgotten you. You're a kind older sister!"
I left it at that, let her figure it out. Thinking that my older sister had her own number, and we could contact each other now, filled me with sweetness. ...
That evening, I went to Xiuzhu's house, waiting for either my second uncle's fist or Xiuzhu's cherry lips. Unexpectedly, everyone was welcoming me when I entered; they had been waiting for me all along.
A table laden with dishes awaited me. Xiumei spoke up, "I went to call you earlier, but you were still fast asleep, so I didn't want to disturb you. Now, the dishes have been reheated several times. Young people, they just love to sleep!"
Everyone laughed and invited me to take my seat. I muttered to myself: Isn't it all because of Xiumei's disturbance that I'm so tired? Second Aunt raised her glass and said, "Today is Xiuzhu's last day of treatment. On behalf of the whole family, I'd like to first toast Master Wu and Mu Xiaozi." The
fragrant wine, coupled with the ardent gazes of the two sisters, Xiuzhu and Xiumei, made me down a glass without hesitation. This wine is truly mellow! I couldn't help but exclaim in admiration!
Second Uncle stroked his beard and said, "You've got good taste, young man. This wine was a gift from someone when I was a young driver. I've always been reluctant to drink it, but today I'm offering it to you!"
Master Wu squinted and said, "I didn't drink much either. This is more like a gift for Xiao Mu!"
I quickly said, "This is a token of my Second Uncle's appreciation. Master Wu, you're taking it too seriously!"
Master Wu laughed sarcastically.
Just as I was enjoying my wine, I felt a sharp pinch on my thigh, so painful I almost cried. I looked down and saw Xiu Mei giggling.
Damn it, that slut. I glanced under the table and, without hesitation, kicked Xiu Mei in the groin, making her cry out in pain.
Everyone rushed to ask Xiu Mei what was wrong. Xiu Mei clutched her stomach and said, "My stomach hurts."
Xiumei leaned closer to me: "Kid, you're ruthless. Are you forcing me to tell everyone?"
I was instantly terrified and quickly said softly, "Sister Mei, I've had too much to drink. Please don't be offended. I didn't mean to. Thank you for not telling anyone. I'll do whatever you say. Get down, I'll give you a good massage."
Xiumei laughed: "That's more like it!"
I suddenly noticed Xiuzhu's eyes were fixed on me. I quickly sat up straight, no longer trying to get close to Xiumei. Xiuzhu looked great today, wearing a snow-white t-shirt, her playful ponytail twisting and turning, looking absolutely beautiful. What a lovely and beautiful girl!
These past few days, I've been with Xiuzhu, which has been a great blessing for me, and I will remember it for the rest of my life.
Xiuzhu's fiery gaze was fixed on me. I believe that if no one else were around, Xiuzhu would have sat on my lap. I've heard that great figures like Leonardo da Vinci and Einstein found inspiration in beautiful young girls. It shows how pure and noble a young girl is!
Wine doesn't intoxicate, people intoxicate themselves; beauty before one's eyes is a feast for the eyes. Before long, I had almost downed most of the bottle. I was starting to feel dizzy. This was bad; Xiuzhu was waiting for me. I couldn't
just collapse. Thinking this, my body couldn't hold on any longer. I remember my body swaying, hearing everyone calling, and then...

Chapter Thirty-Five: Helping Xiuzhu (Part Two)

I was awakened by shouts. My head was throbbing, my vision was dizzy, and the light was blinding.
I heard several voices calling me: "Xiaomu, Xiaomu, wake up! You can't sleep anymore..."
I forced my eyes open. Everything was blurry. After a while, I saw Xiumei, Xiuzhu, and Master Wu around me, calling my name anxiously.
I murmured, "What's wrong with me? My head hurts so badly!"
Xiumei scolded, "Who told you to drink so much? Don't you know you have an important mission? Honestly, you're going to ruin everything..."
Xiuzhu said, "Second sister, don't say anymore. He just likes to drink a little. Look, he's awake!" Xiumei
smiled at her sister, "Oh, little sister, don't be like that. I just said one thing to him, and you're already worried. Oh dear..."
Xiuzhu blushed with embarrassment and covered Xiumei's mouth, stopping her from continuing.
Master Wu said, "You two sisters shouldn't be so argumentative. Treating the illness is the priority now. If the old black fox takes advantage of the situation and attacks, all our efforts will be in vain!"
The two sisters quickly said they were confused and hurriedly prepared.
Xiuzhu looked at Xiumei and said, "Sister, you go ahead. How can I be comfortable with you here?"
Xiumei said, "Xiuzhu, don't you know? Look at Xiaomu today, see if he's alright. He's been awake for a while and still can't get up. I know that drunk people aren't good in that area. I have some experience, I can help."
Xiuzhu looked at me and asked how I was. I said, "My head hurts terribly, I can't get up!"
Xiumei nodded and said, "See, I told you so!"
Xiuzhu quickly said, "Sister, what should we do?"
Xiumei said, "Wait for me, I'll go prepare some things."
After a while, she came in, carrying a washbasin and a towel.
She first poured hot water into the basin, then soaked the towel and placed it on my forehead. A warm breeze entered my brain, and Xiumei's gentle hands massaged my temples. I immediately felt that my head didn't hurt as much as before. Xiumei is so good, she knows so much, and her hands are so soft and gentle. If she weren't so unruly, she would be an excellent choice for a wife.
After applying the hot towel to my head several times, I felt much lighter. Then Xiumei left again, saying, "Wait a little longer, I'll go to my mother's to get some medicine."
A short while later, she returned with some medicine; I saw it was some mint leaves. She mashed the mint leaves and applied the paste to my temples. Soon, I felt a cool sensation fill my brain, and I immediately felt refreshed.
Xiumei said, "Wait a few minutes, Xiaomu's head will definitely stop hurting."
So everyone watched me, waiting quietly.
Master Wu paced back and forth in the room, looking at her watch; she was clearly very anxious.
After a while, I felt no more headache, so I told Xiumei. Xiumei gently scraped the medicine off my head and carefully wiped it with a towel.
I tried to get up and started walking back and forth in the room a few times. I felt much lighter; Xiumei really knew her stuff.
Xiumei said, "You don't know? I just fed you a hangover remedy..."
I repeatedly blamed myself for being so foolish; on the day of success, I almost ruined it.
Xiumei said, "Get ready to go to bed and see how it goes. "
My face flushed slightly; I was truly embarrassed in front of these two sisters. But I had no choice; I had to do it.
Xiuzhu was also a little embarrassed and urged Xiumei to hurry up, but Xiumei said, "Hmph, don't be too happy yet. From what I know, men aren't good in that area after drinking. I'm here to help your little lover."
I didn't believe her, so I went closer to Xiuzhu. That beautiful and innocent Xiuzhu, what a lovely girl! It really stirred my heart.
I slipped into her bed and began the foreplay, my hands caressing her soft, smooth breasts. But although my heart was fluttering, my penis remained limp. Alas, that crow Xiumei was right; I really couldn't do it.
I tried many times, but still to no avail. I failed completely. Alas, I was so angry! That feeling in the cornfield was back; I was frantic.
Master Wu glanced at his watch and said, "Oh dear, time is running out, what should we do!"
Xiuzhu was also at a loss. At this moment, Xiumei laughed and said, "I knew this would happen. Come on, let me wake up that sleeping cock and let it return to the warm pussy..."
Wow, Xiumei is always so assertive, so amazing. I wanted to see what Xiumei would do.
I saw Xiumei walk to the bedside, come to my side, and put her soft, boneless hands on my cock, gently stroking and kneading it, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes tight, sometimes loose. I couldn't help but gasp. This girl, she really knows her stuff. I started to get aroused. Xiumei didn't stop. She worked on it for a long time, but my cock only got a little erect, not hard yet. How could I fuck her? I was getting a little anxious.
Master Wu paced back and forth anxiously, and Xiuzhu's face turned very pale. I was at a loss.
Xiumei comforted me, "Don't be afraid, everyone. I have another method, I guarantee your cock will be able to fuck."
What other method? Was this slutty girl bragging? I was a little skeptical.
At this moment, Xiumei dragged me out of the warm bed and snorted, "Brother, you're quite stubborn. I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it in a while."
Xiuzhu and Master Wu stared blankly at Xiumei.
I closed my eyes, not wanting to look at her.
Suddenly, I felt something wet envelop my penis, something slippery licking it constantly. An intense sensation surged through me, and I felt my penis rise. I jerked my eyes open and saw Xiumei's mouth engulfing my penis, sucking and spitting. Ah, I was about to fly! I never imagined that the scene I'd only seen in foreign films would happen to me. I used to think those foreigners were too dirty, but this feeling was unprecedented, truly an incredible pleasure.
I couldn't take it anymore; I felt my penis was about to take off.
Xiumei laughed, "Little brat, I thought you were King Kong, but you're still so weak. See, normal takeoff."
I looked at Xiuzhu; she turned her head away and closed her eyes. Master Wu, however, stared wide-eyed at Xiumei, perhaps she was seeing something new; she'd never seen anything like it before.
Xiumei reminded Xiuzhu again, and Master Wu also hurriedly reminded Xiuzhu. Xiuzhu rushed over, and I was about to get up, but Xiumei told me not to move.
Then, she helped Xiuzhu onto her throbbing penis and sat down. Xiuzhu and I both cried out at the same time. We had never done this before. Xiuzhu's vagina was so small that it was so tight that we couldn't stand it—not from pain, but from unbearable urges, that feeling of wanting to fly.
Sure enough, after only a few thrusts, I ejaculated, all of it inside Xiuzhu's vagina. It was amazing! Xiumei, you're a superhero!
Xiuzhu, with her eyes closed, hadn't withdrawn yet, still enjoying the exhilarating feeling of soaring to the heavens.
Master Wu quickly helped Xiuzhu down, covering her vagina to prevent any leakage of semen, and then laid her flat on the bed. She glanced at her watch and exclaimed, "That was close! It was only a minute before the old black fox attacked!"
We all exclaimed in surprise: What a close call!
Just then, we heard a harsh voice from outside the window: "Old slut, and now another little slut, ruining my grand plan!"
It was Old Black Fox, that wicked Old Black Fox! So it was Old Black Fox who orchestrated my drunkenness. No wonder I couldn't stop drinking. Oh dear, it was that old monster's doing!
Master Wu laughed loudly: "Old Black Fox, do you dare come in?" With that, he rushed out with his sword.
Xiuzhu said shyly to her younger sister, "Thanks to Second Sister, otherwise, my life would have ended tonight!"
Xiumei laughed: "Sisterly affection is still strong. If I hadn't helped you onto the horse, Xiaomu's semen wouldn't have been given to you so quickly..."
Xiuzhu lowered her head and said, "I misunderstood you those days, I'm sorry!"
Xiumei smiled and nudged Xiuzhu. The atmosphere was so warm and cozy. I was lost in this gentle embrace, thinking: How wonderful it would be if I could spend my whole life with them!
Master Wu came in, bringing with her the moonlight that filled the room. Looking at this scene, I recited in my heart: "Bright moon night, sisters' bed."
Master Wu said again: "Let's proceed with the second time quickly. We can't hesitate any longer. Let's expand and strengthen our victory."
Xiumei touched the penis with her hand and laughed, "My penis is too tired, it doesn't even want to go back to its nest. Hurry up, come back, penis."
Everyone laughed at her words.
Xiumei started playing with the penis again, but it was really too tired and didn't lift up. Xiumei then started biting the penis, but it only lifted up slightly.
Everyone was a little disappointed, but Xiumei didn't care. She said she had another way. "
Damn, that's amazing! You still have another way? You're a superhero, amazing!"
As she spoke, she stripped herself down like a newborn baby. Xiuzhu was so ashamed she couldn't speak. What amazing thing was Xiumei going to do next?
She aimed her warm vagina at the penis and started rubbing it. Soon, the faucet in her vagina turned on, and water began to overflow. The penis was already wet. Stimulated by this, the penis suddenly flew up and stood erect.
This wasn't the end. Xiumei positioned her vagina directly against the penis, and the penis plunged in and disappeared. The vagina began to move slowly, then faster. Soon, the crisp sound of vaginal fluid filled the air. Xiu Mei gasped for breath, screaming repeatedly.
Master Wu was stunned, Xiu Zhu was stunned, and I was stunned too. What was Xiu Mei trying to do? Was she trying to steal the spotlight?
Master Wu warned, "Xiu Mei, no! What are you doing? The main character is your sister!"
Xiu Mei said, "I know what I'm doing. I'm just training my penis."
I knew it wouldn't be long before I reached my climax.
Xiu Mei was indeed a master; she sensed something was wrong and quickly got up and ran away, helping Xiu Zhu up. Ah, front sister, back sister! I couldn't hold back any longer. Before I'd even had a few thrusts with Xiu Zhu, I'd already reached my climax.
Master Wu helped Xiu Zhu down. I sensed Xiu Zhu was a little unhappy because she hadn't even heard the gurgling sound of vaginal fluid before it was over. Unhappiness was understandable.
Xiu Mei patted me and said, "Sleep, Xiao Mu. There are still two more times to go. Get some rest."
I fell asleep almost without her saying anything. ...
I don't know when, but Master Wu woke me up. I suddenly remembered I still had two missions left, so I quickly got up.
Xiuzhu also woke up. She looked at the penis and said worriedly, "It's too weak, what should we do?" Second Sister had already left.
I looked around, and Xiumei was no longer there. I was still a little reluctant to leave. Xiumei was truly a woman one couldn't bear to part with.
Xiuzhu suddenly said, "If she can do it, so can I. Let me try."
As she spoke, she sucked the penis into her mouth, and I immediately trembled. This thing, it felt different. Xiuzhu's clumsy movements had a unique charm. Although her teeth occasionally bit the penis, seeing the little loli doing this, the penis involuntarily rose.
Xiuzhu laughed, "It's that simple. Come on, let's fly up to the sky together."
She hugged me, gently twisting her lower body, the soft pubic hair on her lower abdomen rubbing against my penis, and gently playing with my testicles with one hand. I buried my head in Xiuzhu's breast, still sucking on her nipple.
Xiuzhu patted me, "I...right side."
I looked up at her, and she continued, "...Kiss it, you've been biting my left one..."
So I gently kissed the areola of her right breast, licked her entire breast, and then gently took her nipple in my mouth and began to suckle. Xiuzhu breathed a soft sigh of relief, her lower body continuing to rub against my penis.
My penis hadn't completely softened after ejaculating, and with the friction of Xiuzhu's lower abdomen, it began to harden again little by little. This time, although it was still hard, it wasn't as sensitive as before.
Xiuzhu grabbed my penis, "Bad brother, you got hard so quickly? You're so horny!"
I almost fainted. Wasn't this what you did?
Xiuzhu held my penis, letting me press it against her lower body. A warm, moist sensation spread through me as she whispered in my ear, "Bad brother, hold me tight."
I hugged her tightly, her breasts pressing firmly against my chest. She gripped my penis, slightly raised her heels, and then lowered herself. A wet sensation seemed to brush against the glans, followed by a hot, tight embrace. The glans had parted Xiuzhu's labia and entered her vagina.
Xiuzhu moaned softly, her hands gripping my back tightly. Little by little, I went deeper.
Xiuzhu wrapped her arms around my neck, pressed her face against my body, and clung to me.
My entire penis was inside her, and I began to tentatively and slowly thrust in and out. With each thrust, Xiuzhu moaned softly in her ear.
Xiuzhu's vagina gripped my penis tightly as I slowly thrust in and out, her juices gradually sticking to my pubic hair. Gradually, my movements became more vigorous, each thrust bringing a craving for more, a more intense pleasure. Xiuzhu whispered in my ear, "Bad brother, you lecher!"
My movements became faster and faster, each thrust hard and forceful. Her vagina elastically pulled back my foreskin, the glans pressed tightly against her warm, wet flesh. With each hard thrust, Xiuzhu gritted her teeth and whimpered, suppressing her moans.
My thrusts became faster and faster, wave after wave of pleasure making me lose all sensitivity to my surroundings. The pleasure crashed over me like a tidal wave. Xiuzhu's body was soft and boneless in my arms, her faint moans escaping my ears.
A wave of Xiuzhu's fragrance wafted over me, sending shivers down my spine. I held her down tightly, thrusting almost frantically, everything collapsing after reaching its extreme. I held Xiuzhu tightly, my penis swelling inside her vagina, followed by violent spasms, large gushes of semen shooting into her tender lower body.
After a long while, I slowly released Xiuzhu. She cupped my face and gave me a light kiss. "Hehe, bad brother, you did a great job."
I was a little tired, and smiled at her. "Beautiful lady, I like you."
She suddenly grabbed my now limp penis and said, "Bad brother, is it because of tonight that you like me?"
I looked at her in surprise.
Xiuzhu then laughed, "Hehe, bad brother, I know all the bad things you've done."
I looked at her; Xiuzhu's smile was captivating, and I couldn't resist kissing her. She pouted, as if there was nothing I could do.
I gently caressed her breasts, teasing her pink nipples again. Xiuzhu looked up, somewhat intoxicated, and gently kissed me.
After a long, heavy flow, my penis quietly went to sleep. I was also tired, and waves of drowsiness washed over me. I involuntarily closed my eyes…

Thirty-six, Lonely Teacher Liu

. Early one morning, I was awakened by the noise in the courtyard. I tried to get up, but I couldn't. I looked down and saw that Xiuzhu was holding me tightly in her arms, just like all night. I saw tear tracks under Xiuzhu's long eyelashes. Why was she crying? Was she reluctant to let me go?
Her delicate body was pressed tightly against mine. At this moment, I couldn't let anything slip. It wouldn't be good if my second aunt and uncle saw us. I quickly and gently pried Xiuzhu's hands apart and hurriedly got dressed.
Xiuzhu woke up. Seeing me about to leave, she hurriedly said, "Brother Mu, why are you leaving so quietly?"
I smiled and said, "It's daytime, Xiuzhu, it's not good. I was afraid of waking you, so I was being quiet."
Xiuzhu said in a tearful voice, "Brother, kiss me, quickly!"
I rushed over and kissed her forehead, then was about to leave when she hugged me tightly, burying my head between her chest and rubbing against me. That warm, smooth feeling—this was my gentle homeland. I couldn't bear it any longer and quickly told her, "Please don't let her parents find out the truth, please let me go."
Xiuzhu reluctantly let go of me, tears silently streaming down her face. "Brother, do you know, I want to be with you forever and ever, but Master Wu said we can't be together. What can we do? Alas, perhaps our fate isn't right..."
I couldn't say anything more. In this heart-wrenching scene, silence was the best word to say. I stroked her long hair, waved goodbye, and left. I could still hear soft sobs.
I went into the courtyard and found Master Wu had packed his bags and was about to leave. Aunt Er and her husband insisted that Master Wu stay for dinner, but Master Wu gave Aunt Er some more instructions, saying, "All good things must come to an end. I'm leaving now. If you need anything, tell me. Of course, I hope you won't come looking for me!"
He then said to me, "Xiao Mu, you're a good young man. I'm leaving now. If you ever pass through our village, just stop by my house!"
I thanked him profusely, but in my heart I thought: I'm not going to your house! Who knows what kind of crooked sect your house is in? However, I felt this master was kind-hearted and worth befriending.
The master left, waving goodbye as he went, and whispered to me, "Xiao Mu, you've struck it lucky. Many women will treat you well in the future..."
I thought he had some secret to tell me, but I just smiled and watched him go.
The master had gone far away, and I quickly strolled into my own yard. I didn't want to see my aunt's family so grateful; it was too much. I've been practically marrying her daughter every day, and I couldn't bear to face them.
After saying goodbye to Xiuzhu, I felt endless melancholy. Only then did I feel a pang of reluctance. For the past six days, I'd been lost in a sweet dream, finding it hard to come back to reality. Xiuzhu, my girl, I truly love you.
I returned home and saw a bowl of golden millet rice and a bowl of tofu with scallions in the pot. My appetite was instantly whetted. In no time, I devoured everything. I drank some hot water, glanced at the calendar—ah, it's Saturday! Time to rest! If I hadn't checked the calendar, I almost would have gone to school. Two more days off! I was as happy as a student.
Suddenly, I heard Xiumei's sweet, coquettish voice coming from the neighboring yard. I snapped back to reality. Oh dear, there's that little devil again! I've been exhausted these past few days, completely drained, and I still have to avoid Xiumei. I hurried out of the kitchen and headed outside.
Reaching my bedroom, I saw a bottle of ointment on my desk. What was that? I immediately thought of Cuilan. Ah, this ointment was for Cuilan! I've been so busy these past few days that I forgot about her.
I quickly filled the bottle with the ointment and headed outside. As I walked, I kept glancing at that flirtatious Xiumei. I saw her looking into my yard from hers. I rushed out of the gate and dashed towards my uncle's house.
I had to go see Cuilan, to see how my beneficiary was doing.
On the way, passing by the doctor's house, I thought of Cuilan's injuries and went to the doctor to get some anti-inflammatory medicine. Of course, I lied to the doctor, saying that my fiancée had this kind of illness. The doctor was skeptical and scolded me, "Don't let her suckle all night long; that will damage your fiancée's breasts and cause inflammation."
I nodded repeatedly in agreement, feeling unjustly accused.
When I arrived at Cuilan's room, I found the door locked from the inside. What was going on? Had Wang Dafeng sneaked in again? I became alert and quickly climbed over the wall and jumped into the yard. You see, my uncle's wall was over ten feet high, but of course, with my skills, climbing over it was no problem.
I quietly went to Cuilan's bedroom window and saw that the curtains were still hanging. I quickly peeked through the crack. Oh, Cuilan was washing herself; she was alone in the room, so I was relieved.
I saw Cuilan carefully wiping her chest with a bright green towel. Her chest was still covered in scars. I always felt awkward looking at those large nipples. Such a lovely little girl had nipples that looked like a cow's. It was so incongruous. It was all that beast Wang Dafeng's fault.
I watched her slowly squeeze her nipples for a long time, and I saw a pale yellowish-white liquid slowly drip out. I remembered what the doctor had told me: an unmarried woman can produce milk if her nipples are suckled for a long time, but this milk is different from the milk of a breastfeeding woman; it contains other fluids and therefore has an unusual odor. This is because prolonged suckling increases a woman's prolactin levels, causing the milk to flow out. However, this can cause inflammation of the breasts. According to Cuilan, that old bastard Wang Dafeng would eat all the fluid secreted from her breasts, suckling three times a day. No wonder Cuilan's nipples were so large; the repeated inflammation caused them to enlarge. The doctor said that even after the inflammation subsided and the breasts returned to normal, they would still be the same size and wouldn't shrink. I'm worried that Cuilan will have difficulty finding a partner in the future. What will potential partners think when they see such large nipples? This definitely isn't congenital!
As I was deep in thought, Cuilan came out to pour water, almost splashing me all over. We were both startled. Cuilan clutched her chest and said, "Brother Mu, when did you get here? Why didn't you come in?"
I quickly explained the situation to her. When she heard that I thought Wang Dafeng had sneaked in, she was very touched and hugged me tightly, whispering, "Thank you, brother, thank you, brother..."
Her body moved, and her two large nipples brushed against my arm, tickling me. I felt a strange sensation. I quickly said to her, "The autumn wind is cold, let's go inside."
Once inside, I was surprised to find that Cuilan was very diligent, having tidied the house up neatly, making it warm and comfortable, like home.
Cuilan was about to put on her vest when I said, "Wait a minute, let me put some ointment on you and massage you."
Cuilan looked at the bottle of ointment I was holding and suddenly remembered what I had said in the orchard. She murmured, "Brother Mu, you're so kind, you still remember to put ointment on me."
I pinched her nose; her two pigtails were quite mischievous and cute.
I squeezed out a little ointment and applied it to Cuilan's small breasts, covering both of them. Then, I carefully massaged them with both palms. Though small, they were perfectly formed; the breasts, though small, were soft and felt wonderful to the touch.
The two large, red nipples twitched every time my hand brushed against them, making my palm very itchy. Perhaps Cuilan felt even itchier; each time my hand touched them, Cuilan would tremble.
I squeezed out a little more ointment and applied it again to her small breasts. "This medicine is so good!" Cuilan exclaimed repeatedly, "It's so cool, so comfortable!" Comfortable? I think it's also the sensory stimulation; these are sensitive areas, and a gentle massage can make one feel comfortable.
After massaging for about ten minutes, I started applying the medicine to her nipples. I squeezed out a little medicine, applied it to my palm, and then used my thumb and forefinger to dab a little on her nipples, kneading and rubbing them. I thought, since they're so large, there must be some inflammation. Hopefully, this can help correct them a little, make them smaller.
After massaging for a while, I didn't expect Cuilan to start moaning. Her moans grew louder and louder until she finally hugged me tightly, not letting me touch her two large nipples. In a dreamy voice, she said to me, "Brother, I can't take it anymore, I feel so good, you're so good..." Her legs were
tightly clamped together, rubbing up and down. I then realized that she wasn't wearing any clothes on her lower body.
Suddenly, a stream of water sprayed onto my pants. I couldn't dodge in time, and my pant legs got wet. Cuilan had her eyes closed and didn't notice. I was too embarrassed to point it out.
This Cuilan, I came to treat you with the best medicine, and you couldn't stand it, getting my clothes wet. This situation is really thankless.
After massaging her nipples for a while, a yellowish-white liquid began to ooze from the small opening in the center, slowly trickling down. Cuilan quickly kneaded her breasts, like kneading dough, and the yellowish-white liquid started to spurt out. Seeing this, I was very worried; this was a problem. This couldn't continue; it would harm her. I should get some medication from the doctor to suppress prolactin.
After squeezing for a while, no more liquid came out. Cuilan said, "Thank you, brother, it feels so good! I have to squeeze three or four times a day. Ugh, I'm so angry! It's all that old beast's fault!"
I comforted her, telling her not to worry, and that I would prescribe some medication for her treatment soon.
Cuilan hugged me excitedly. At that moment, I was sitting on a large bench, and she was standing. She wasn't short, and when she hugged me, her chest was pressed tightly against my face. Her two large nipples touched my eyelids, and I quickly closed my eyes. Cuilan moved her body up and down, asking softly, "Brother Mu, how can I thank you?"
She rubbed her breasts against my face, her large nipples tickling me all over, making my heart itch even more. I tried hard to control myself, not to overstep the bounds. But Cuilan kept teasing me, and my heart was pounding.
Suddenly, Cuilan put one of her large nipples into my mouth, the feeling of fullness was wonderful. Forgive me, I'm still young, and I finally couldn't control my desires, so I involuntarily started sucking. The previous fluid had mostly drained away, and now I sucked out some slightly thicker liquid. Ah, it even tasted sweet! I spat out a little and looked, ah, it was all white, it was milk, just like my older sister's. It was unbelievable, a little girl actually producing milk, it was truly unbelievable. After sucking for a while,
some milk came out from both breasts, and I quickly pushed Cuilan away. I couldn't go on like this, I couldn't go any deeper. If I continued, I wouldn't be able to resist having sex with her. Otherwise, morally and ethically, it wouldn't be acceptable for me. Otherwise, what difference would there be between me and Wang Dafeng? I would be a beast too.
Cuilan was panting, her eyes glazed, her face flushed. She stared straight at me, murmuring, "Brother Mu, what's wrong? Do you think I'm dirty?"
As she spoke, tears streamed down her face.
I quickly went over and hugged her, gently comforting her, "You're still young, you can't do adult things. Wang Dafeng was a beast who harmed you before, I can't follow in his footsteps..."
Cuilan cried, "Brother Mu, I really love you, you're my great benefactor, I want to be with you..."
Cuilan softly called out, "Bad brother, you've done something bad again."
I couldn't hear what she was saying anymore, my hands gripping her small but firm breasts, kneading them haphazardly. Cuilan's "Mmm..."
moans only aroused me more.
In the dark room, I could still see the luster of Cuilan's skin. Her pair of pointed, perky breasts radiated an alluring heat in the room. I couldn't wait to grasp them, wolfing them down, they were very elastic.
I kissed her and said, "Little beauty, do you exercise these often? They're so bouncy."
She pretended to be angry and said, "Bad brother, what are you saying?"
I didn't answer, but suddenly lowered my head and bit her nipple, pinching her other nipple with my right hand and pulling it slightly. I sucked on Cuilan's nipple, my tongue constantly teasing it.
Cuilan moaned softly, "Mmm...bad brother, come on, harder."
I moved my other hand from Cuilan's waist to her buttocks, and with a little force, pressed her lower body against my already hard penis, while I kept pressing my penis against her lower abdomen.
Cuilan groped and found my penis, "Bad brother, you're so hard."
I kissed her breasts and then her neck, and she raised her head like a cat enjoying itself.
Cuilan held my waist, and with her other hand, she unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned it, unzipped it, and then gently pulled down my pants. Then, through my underwear, she pressed my penis, gently holding it and tracing its shape.
I lifted my hand from Cuilan's bottom and stroked her firm buttocks.
Cuilan gently pulled down my underwear, and my penis sprang out.
She whispered, "It's so hot!"
My hand reached around to the front, first pressing on her lower abdomen, then slowly exploring downwards. First, I felt her soft pubic hair, then the gradual protrusion. She gasped softly, gripping my penis tightly.
Below that, I felt her warm, slightly wet, and sticky vulva. Panting, I removed her hand and guided her genitals towards my penis. My penis was already throbbing painfully, first pressing against Cuilan's lower abdomen, her sparse pubic hair rubbing against my sensitive glans.
I held Cuilan's waist, bending slightly, my glans inching towards her wet vulva. With each step, I gasped for breath, unable to resist holding her waist and lowering my head to suckle her nipple forcefully.
My penis pressed against Cuilan's labia, rubbing haphazardly, when suddenly a tingling sensation shot through me, my penis contracting from base to tip, and I ejaculated violently into her. Her pubic hair was covered in a large puddle of semen.
I looked at her, feeling a little embarrassed. Cuilan kissed my forehead, "It's okay, bad brother, you're too nervous, let's do it again."
I continued to suckle her nipple, occasionally biting it lightly, my penis slowly twitching against her lower abdomen.
I decided to leave, saying goodbye to Cuilan. As
I left, Cuilan watched me disappear over the wall, her eyes filled with tears.
Luckily, I controlled myself in time; otherwise, how would I be any different from Wang Dafeng? Rescuing Cuilan from Wang Dafeng just to satisfy my own lust—that's against all reason! Cuilan acted impulsively, offering herself out of gratitude; I couldn't take advantage of her. I had to be an upright person.
Walking down the street, I suddenly remembered I still had the anti-inflammatory medicine I got from the doctor in my pocket that I hadn't given to Cuilan yet, so I quickly went back. Cuilan's house was still locked, so I jumped over the wall again.
On the wall, I suddenly heard groans. Ah, where was that coming from? I quickly looked around. Later, I learned that the sound was coming from the house next to my uncle's. Who could it be? I quietly climbed the wall and slowly moved closer.
Closer, closer, I saw it.
Through the glass, I saw a middle-aged woman lying on the bed, her hand moving incessantly to her genitals, moaning softly. Who was this, so brazen in broad daylight? Wasn't she a long-suffering, resentful woman?
I looked closer and almost fell off the wall—it was Ms. Liu, my elementary school teacher. I remembered that when I was eight or nine, she was still an 18 or 19-year-old young woman. She was a substitute teacher, assigned by the village committee. So, she wasn't even 40 yet. Later, her marriage was unhappy. She married a young man from the same village who worked in another city and rarely came home. When he did come home, he either ignored his wife or they would fight. Ms. Liu often ran to the street crying, telling others her story. Their only daughter was studying at a university in another city; Ms. Liu was arguably the loneliest person in the village. Ms. Liu eventually became a formal teacher in the country. The limitations of her profession kept her in check, preventing her from overstepping boundaries, which only exacerbated her loneliness and repression. Perhaps masturbating in broad daylight on weekends was a way for her to release herself; I understood Ms. Liu.
Just then, I suddenly fell, landing right in front of Ms. Liu's window. Apparently, the wall was old and dilapidated, and with all that rain, it was no wonder I, weighing 140 pounds, fell against it.
Ms. Liu was enjoying herself and didn't expect me to fall on her window. Startled, she quickly turned around to see what it was…

Thirty-seven, The Embarrassing Ms. Liu:

Losing my balance on the old, damp wall, I fell against Ms. Liu's window. Luckily, it was a screen window; if it had been a glass window, the consequences would have been unimaginable—I would have certainly been seriously injured. But now I bumped into the screen window, and like a bullet, I tore a huge hole in it, falling right onto Teacher Liu's bed before stopping. If Teacher Liu hadn't unconsciously pulled me up, I would have fallen onto the bed leg…
I was completely stunned, still shaken. Teacher Liu was the same; she was clutching her chest, her mouth wide open, clearly terrified.
After a while, I calmed down and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, Teacher Liu, I was doing some chores at my uncle's house, I didn't expect to fall onto your bed, I'm so sorry…"
I was filled with trepidation.
Teacher Liu paused for a moment before recognizing me. She smiled and shook my hand, saying, "Oh, my adorable little Mu! I wondered who it was?"
In elementary school, I was really well-behaved and cute, and she often called me my adorable little Mu.
Suddenly, I felt something was wrong. Looking closely, I realized that Teacher Liu was completely naked, like a newborn baby. Her two small breasts stood out on her chest, very shapely and pleasing to the eye. Two pink nipples were set in the center of her breasts, like two red agates adorning white jade, quite beautiful. I hadn't realized until now that one of my hands was on one of her nipples, and the other on her genitals. Ms. Liu noticed my gaze and quickly looked down. To her horror, she realized she wasn't dressed. She hurriedly covered her chest, but her pubic hair was exposed; covering her pubic hair, her nipples were exposed. She was flustered and didn't know what to do. Ms. Liu's face turned red to her neck. She hesitated several times, clearly wanting to explain but unable to.
I quickly stood up, wanting to escape the scene. It was too embarrassing. My childhood idol, whom I considered sacred and inviolable, was now standing before me without reservation. I couldn't accept it; I had to run away.
But as soon as I stood up, I fell onto the bed, almost hitting Ms. Liu. Ah, a sharp pain shot through me. I hadn't realized I was injured while so caught up in the embarrassment.
When Teacher Liu saw me fall again, she hurriedly asked, "Xiao Mu, what's wrong? Where does it hurt? Let me see."
I couldn't speak because that spot was right there—my penis.
Teacher Liu touched her knee and said, "When you flew in just now, you bumped my knee hard. It still hurts a bit. You must have hit a soft spot. Tell me where it is, and I'll rub it for you."
Before I could say anything, how could I be so embarrassed?
But the pain exposed my penis, and I involuntarily gripped it, yelling out.
Teacher Liu forgot about herself and quickly turned to me.
"Oh, it's your little sparrow that hurts, hehe, Xiao Mu, what are you afraid of? Let me see. I have some liniment here; let me put it on for you..."
I hurriedly said, "Teacher, no need, I want to go back..."
But even though I said I was leaving, I couldn't get up.
Teacher Liu turned me over so I was lying on my back. She said to me, "Don't be shy. When you were little, I saw you many times..."
Teacher Liu, can you compare your childhood to now? Back then, my penis was so small, but now it's enormous, so ugly!
But Teacher Liu insisted on seeing how badly it was damaged, so I had no choice but to let her look.
Teacher Liu's movements were very gentle; she lightly unbuckled her belt and slowly pulled down my outer pants and underwear a little. My penis suddenly sprang out. Apparently, when I saw Teacher Liu masturbating earlier, my penis had also sprang up and hadn't subsided yet. Seeing Teacher Liu's body, I couldn't control myself any longer. Now, with my childhood idol wanting to see this part of me, my penis stood erect, reaching for the heavens. Teacher Liu
gasped when she saw it, murmuring, "My cute little Mu has grown up so much. I thought it was still a child."
I covered my face. Teacher, please don't say that.
Then, Teacher Liu carefully grasped my penis. My heart surged: Teacher, please, let go of my penis! Otherwise, it won't be able to take it, it will become unrecognizable.
She carefully looked around, then suddenly said, "I see it! There's a large bruise on his head; the injury is quite serious..."
Then, she jumped down to find the ointment. I watched her firm, bouncy hips sway, and my heart swayed involuntarily. I hadn't expected Ms. Liu to have such a good figure, almost like a young girl's. Perhaps it was because her husband didn't exercise much. After
rummaging through drawers and cupboards, she finally found the ointment. She hurried towards me, and I covered my face, peeking at her through the gap. Her abdomen was completely flat; I knew it wasn't easy for a woman in her thirties to maintain such a figure. Her breasts jiggled, truly arousing my imagination.
She was busy finding the medicine for me, completely forgetting that she was still naked. I was deeply moved. I felt so despicable; the teacher was so busy finding medicine for me, and I was peeking at her body. In my mind, I slapped myself several times.
Teacher Liu came over, her face beaming. "Xiao Mu, I found it! Let me put some medicine on it and give you a massage. It's too serious."
I quickly said, "Teacher, I'm sorry, I don't need it. I'll rest for a while and go home to recuperate."
I cursed myself inwardly, blaming myself for being too curious; I hadn't expected my body to punish me.
I wondered what Teacher Liu would think of me stumbling into her room.
Teacher Liu said, "Don't be embarrassed, don't be polite, just relax!"
I was so moved that tears streamed down my face. I lay there quietly.
Teacher Liu squeezed some ointment, rubbed it on her hands, and then gently applied it to my penis. The cool ointment and her gentle hands stimulated it, and my penis twitched. Teacher Liu slapped my stomach lightly. "Young man, don't think like that."
How could I resist? It was too arousing!
Teacher Liu carefully spread the ointment evenly on the head of my penis with her fingers and began to massage gently. My breathing became heavy. I felt a large amount of blood rushing to that spot, oh dear, my penis was about to burst, and
it started twitching. Teacher Liu quickly grabbed my penis with her other hand to prevent it from swaying from side to side. One hand was gently rubbing my wound, squeezing out a little more ointment when it ran out. I saw the head of my penis shining brightly, and it was obvious that a large amount of fluid was flowing out. Teacher Liu massaged very carefully and thoughtfully, and I was so moved that tears kept welling up in my eyes.
Teacher Liu kept massaging, could it be that she had fallen for me? I had to test her.

Thirty-eight, Teacher Liu couldn't help herself (1)

So I said, "Teacher, I won't massage anymore, thank you!"
Teacher Liu stopped and looked at me: "Why? Did I hurt you? Let me massage you again so that you can heal faster."
As she spoke, she started massaging again.
Ah, it seems that Teacher Liu may have fallen for me. Perhaps she hasn't seen a penis in a long time, or perhaps she has seen too few penises in her life.
I was making wild guesses, but Ms. Liu's movements didn't slow down; she was diligently massaging.
The surging pleasure was offset by the pain in my head, and I felt I had to think of a way to stop her from massaging just one spot.
So I said, "Teacher, my head doesn't hurt as much anymore, but it still hurts a lot down there, I'm sorry..."
Ms. Liu said, "What's there to be embarrassed about? Okay, I'll massage down there."
As she spoke, she squeezed some more ointment onto her hand and began massaging around my penis. Perhaps Ms. Liu hadn't handled penises very often, as her technique was a bit clumsy, and the more she did, the more my penis started throbbing.
Later, Ms. Liu found it difficult to massage the area around this slippery thing, so she used her glove to cover it and began massaging. Ah, it was so stimulating! I noticed my own fluids constantly flowing out and around my penis. Ms. Liu probably didn't notice; she was still passionately massaging up and down.
She lowered her head, her long, flowing hair falling onto my penis, making it even itchier. Sometimes her breasts would touch the head of my penis, causing it to tremble. My eyes couldn't take it all in; they scanned her breasts, nipples, pubic hair, and vulva one by one. I was almost losing control of my emotions.
Teacher Liu's movements became faster and faster; I realized she was getting carried away. Seeing me calling out and her legs moving incessantly, she quickened her pace. "
Teacher Liu, stop! Otherwise, my cock will ejaculate!"
Suddenly, I noticed vaginal fluid flowing from Teacher Liu's vulva. Ah, she was aroused; she couldn't control herself.
Teacher Liu abruptly stopped. She looked at me, tears welling in her eyes: "Xiao Mu, forgive me, I couldn't control myself. Please let me indulge just this once..."
I held her hand and said, "It's nothing, Teacher, go ahead and do it."
Teacher Liu suddenly straddled me, straightened my cock, and slowly sat down. She let out a loud groan, then, like a female animal in heat, she quickly mounted me. I finally understood what it meant to be like dry tinder and raging fire. Teacher Liu was like a parched field, parched for many years, now, like a field receiving sweet rain, greedily drinking in this sweet dew.
Her two breasts trembled rhythmically, stirring my heart. Her long hair swayed back and forth with the rhythm, truly a beautiful picture.
I couldn't help but reciprocate, my penis moving along with them. I grasped her breasts with both hands, pinching her nipples with my fingers. Teacher Liu went mad, letting out muffled roars from her throat, her movements becoming larger and more frenzied. There was an ambiguous atmosphere in the air, a peculiar sound of impact.
Later, Teacher Liu's cries turned into sharp screams, intermittent, her mouth constantly calling out: "Little Mu... lovely Little Mu... my good student... my good son, harder, fuck Mommy harder, fuck Mommy to death, Mommy's cunt is yours, fuck Mommy... Mommy's cunt is so itchy..."
I tilted my head back, taking her nipples into my mouth, sucking hard. Teacher Liu went completely mad. She pressed herself against me, her movements like a storm, so violent it was astonishing. Suddenly, her body tensed, and a gush of vaginal fluid sprayed onto my penis. Then she went limp and lay down on the bed.
She closed her eyes wearily and said intermittently, "Xiao Mu...you're so good...I love you...my son, I love you...fuck Mommy to death...Mommy's cunt hasn't had meat in so long..."
What? She thinks I'm her son? Goodness, she's only eight or nine years older than me.
Then I thought, isn't there a saying: "A teacher for a day is a father for life"? Since she's a teacher, then "a teacher for a day is a mother for life"! She doesn't have a son, and her husband never visits her. She must really want a son. Now, I've brought her immense pleasure, and since she doesn't have a nickname for me, she'll just say I'm her son.
Whatever, it makes the teacher happy, so let her call me whatever she wants.
She turned around, opened her eyes and looked at me, hugged me tightly, and said, "Xiao Mu, my little piggy, you won't laugh at me, will you? This is the first time in my thirty-five years that I've been so happy."
Oh, she's thirty-five, ten years older than me.
I quickly said, "No, it's my pleasure to serve you, I'm very happy."
She hugged me, put my head to her breasts, and said, "Son, drink Mommy's milk."
Needless to say, Teacher Liu wasn't even overjoyed yet.
I licked those two red nipples, sucking hard from time to time, biting gently, and sometimes even sucking in half a breast. Teacher Liu hummed and grabbed my arm tightly.
I felt Teacher Liu's vaginal fluid spurt out again, wetting my pants. I felt a little sorry for these pants, which had just been wet by Cui Lan, and now Teacher Liu had wet them again.

Thirty-nine, Teacher Liu couldn't help herself (2)

Actually, I hadn't yet achieved the same level of pleasure as Teacher Liu. I wanted to make it more comfortable, to bring it to its peak. But seeing that Teacher Liu was tired, I didn't dare to cross the line and could only let her do as she pleased. Teacher
Liu's interest was aroused again. She alternately shoved her breasts into my mouth, becoming somewhat frenzied, like a female beast.
I thought: Teacher Liu has been craving sex for so many years; I can't laugh at her. Confucius said, "Food and sex are human nature," these are the second most important needs. Teacher Liu has been suppressed for so many years; she should release some tension.
Teacher Liu suddenly sat up, looked at me, and whispered in my ear, "Son, I want you to fuck me again. Can you fuck Mommy?"
I said, "Yes, Teacher's Wife." "Teacher's Wife" is a term I coined. Teacher Liu is my teacher, and also my mother, so I call her Teacher's Wife.
But Teacher Liu insisted that I call her Mommy. I was a little embarrassed, so I softly called her Mommy.
Teacher Liu excitedly called out, "Good boy, don't cry, Mommy will give you milk in a bit."
Teacher Liu bent down and began slapping my face with her breasts, scolding, "Son, be good, or I'll hurt you..."
I cried out, "Ouch, it hurts so much... my face is all swollen..."
Teacher Liu laughed, "Say it nicely, and I won't hit you anymore."
I said, "Teacher, I was wrong, please don't hit me."
But Teacher Liu said, "No, don't call me teacher. It's embarrassing if you call me teacher. Didn't I tell you what you called me?"
I said softly, "Mommy, I was wrong, please don't hit me..."
Teacher Liu stroked my hair and said, "That's a good boy, that's my good son."
She turned to my penis and suddenly exclaimed, "Oh dear, why is my penis resting? Don't go on strike..."
It turned out that my penis had been fatigued for the past few days, and wouldn't get erect unless strongly stimulated.
Teacher Liu looked at my penis and cried out repeatedly, "What should I do?"
She began massaging it with both hands, whispering, "Sparrow, wake up, don't sleep anymore. I've prepared a warm nest for you, come back."
After massaging for a while, the penis only slightly raised its head. Teacher Liu looked at it and shook her head.
She scratched her head, seemingly lost in thought, muttering something to herself.
Suddenly she said, "I remember now, I saw in a sex magazine that you can wake up a limp penis with your mouth. That's it. I'm wondering, you're so young, why is this happening?"
I couldn't tell the truth, so I quickly said, "Maybe it's because of the injury I got today."
Teacher Liu played with my penis and said, "Pee-pee, you were injured today, but you still have to do hard work, so pitiful. But I really still want to be fucked, otherwise, I wouldn't use it..."
Teacher Liu looked at my penis, lowered her head, and finally made up her mind. She took my penis into her mouth and sucked hard. Ah, it really worked! My penis started to rise. She started to hold my penis in her mouth, and it gradually grew in this new nest. She didn't stop, still teasing my penis quickly, and it got bigger and bigger. Teacher Liu was relieved. She smiled and said, "It's that simple. Come on, penis, come to your real vagina." Teacher
Liu straightened my penis, aligned her vaginal opening with it, and sat down. We both cried out at the same time. I hadn't expected her vagina to be so wet; my penis felt incredibly good inside!
Ms. Liu's hands supported my chest, her body slowly circling, gently rubbing and thrusting. This time, it wasn't as intense or exhilarating as last time, but in this intimate moment, I felt an indescribable pleasure. I never imagined that Ms. Liu, who had rarely experienced this kind of pleasure in her life, would use this technique so naturally. Ms. Liu must have felt the same way I did, experiencing an incredibly intense sensation. I noticed her vaginal fluid constantly gushing out, making everything wet.
Perhaps Ms. Liu hadn't experienced enough; her vagina was so narrow, like a bamboo shoot, the vaginal walls gripping me tightly.
I was puzzled and asked Ms. Liu why it was so tight.
Teacher Liu laughed: "I had a C-section and have been secluded for many years, so..."
I joked, "I thought you were in seclusion, not interacting with the outside world, but I didn't expect you still wanted to..."
Teacher Liu hit me and said, "I'm so embarrassed, don't say anymore."
She suddenly launched her attack, her movements becoming faster and faster, her vaginal fluids flowing more and more. I knew my penis was about to give way.
Finally, as Teacher Liu cried out that her body was tight, my penis shot up, and the surging semen rushed deep into her vagina.
Teacher Liu shouted, "Son, you've fucked your mother to death, I can't take it anymore. Your penis is so big." Teacher Liu collapsed wearily, panting, and said softly, "Xiao Mu, my good son, even if I were to die today, it would be worth it. It seems that all these years, I've been wasting my life, I've lived in vain. I understand, I won't live with him anymore, I want a divorce, why should I keep my chastity for him? I want to find my own happiness..."
I was puzzled, did Teacher Liu have someone she liked?
I asked her, "Teacher, do you have someone you like?"
Teacher Liu chuckled and said, "Yes, it's you! I'm planning to divorce my wife and marry you!"
Wow, that's crazy! I was speechless for a moment. What if I got stuck with her?
Teacher Liu laughed again, "Xiao Mu, my good son, are you scared? Hehe, I was just trying to scare you. I know, a young man like you, can you marry an old woman like me?" That
was too harsh; I couldn't say anything.
Teacher Liu laughed and continued, "My good son, let me tell you, actually, I'm not getting a divorce because I haven't found a suitable partner. It's because I was born ten years too early; I didn't meet you then. If time could turn back, I'd rather be in the same era as you." Even if
this teacher were my mother, I would blush.
At this moment, Teacher Liu had already put on her clothes. She looked at me, waiting for my answer. I didn't speak, but used actions instead of words: I hugged Teacher Liu again.
"Mmm..."
Teacher Liu let out a shy moan, her heart tightening, her face flushing red. "You...don't...like this...let...let go...no..."
My two large, strong hands gently caressed Teacher Liu's fair and delicate breasts through her thin, soft shirt, savoring the shy struggle of this beautiful, middle-aged woman. The middle-aged woman's snow-white hands desperately pushed against my burly body, but how could she escape my clutches? Teacher Liu's body trembled, her heart filled with confusion. For a long time, no man had touched her, let alone any member of the opposite sex had touched her soft, perky breasts. My caress made her body go weak and numb, her heart filled with boundless shyness. I skillfully and patiently caressed Teacher Liu's high, tender breasts, gentle yet firm. I gradually noticed that Ms. Liu's struggling hands were losing their strength, and as I caressed and stroked her full, high breasts, her breathing became heavier and more rapid, her beautiful, blushing head no longer thrashing about, gradually becoming docile. I kissed her, caressed her, and stroked her with abandon. Ms. Liu's body was limp, and she kept returning my kisses except for moans. "Mmm..."
Ms. Liu's blushing face became even more alluring. I slipped my hand inside Ms. Liu's bra, pinched her soft, elastic breasts, and wantonly kneaded and played with her delicate nipples. Ms. Liu shyly closed her dreamy, amorous, and beautiful eyes.
I pulled open her clothes. Ah! Teacher Liu was wearing a black lace bra. Through the thin embroidered fabric, I could vaguely see her beautiful, full breasts. Her bright red nipples were only half-covered by the demi-cup bra, revealing the areolas. I pulled down her bra. Her breasts were full and snow-white, with large, round breast bases and small nipples, like pink cherries—absolutely beautiful. I swallowed hard, greedily touching and kissing them, constantly licking and caressing her nipples, while one hand freely grasped and rubbed her other breast. Soon, her nipples hardened. She nestled shyly and helplessly against my shoulder. I suckled at her tender nipple, and she trembled all over: "Ah... um... no..."
I hugged her, my hands covering her breasts, and I whispered in Ms. Liu's ear, "Ms. Liu, you're so sexy."
"You're so sexy!"
I tightened my grip on Ms. Liu's slender waist and lewdly said, "Mom, I've missed you for so long! You haven't tasted that thing in so long, have you? If you're not satisfied once, I'll give you another time, okay..."
Ms. Liu endured my lewd words with a blush on her pretty face, while using her snow-white hands to try to push away the broad shoulders of the lustful man.
Soon we were both naked. When I looked at her, she seemed a little embarrassed, placing a towel on her genitals. Although she had given birth to a child, she had no excess fat on her abdomen. Her breasts were very attractive, especially her breasts, which were like small watermelons, round and white. I sat up in the bathtub and pulled her in as well. At this moment, I saw her entire genitals. Her genitals were very thick, with only a small tuft of pubic hair covering her clitoris, as if it had been deliberately trimmed. When she saw that I was only looking at her genitals, she was embarrassed to say that my pubic hair was like that. The pubic hair was indeed very sparse, like the little tails that children used to keep on their heads. What was even more incredible was that the tuft of hair was yellowish-red, just like the corn silk at the top of a ripe corncob. I couldn't help but reach out and grab that tuft of hair. She didn't object. While gently grooming that tuft of pubic hair, I teased her two thick labia with my little finger and ring finger. She covered her mouth with her hand and said, "Wait a minute, let's go to bed and play slowly, okay?"
So she started by washing me. She lathered my entire body with shower gel, paying extra attention to my genitals. She grabbed my penis with one small hand, and I immediately got hard. My penis swelled up, the glans like a red apricot emerging from the foreskin. She stroked my penis up and down, and I was incredibly aroused. I impatiently said, "Please wash me properly." She said okay, and licked the glans with her little mouth. When I trembled with excitement, she looked up at me, smiling. I got out of the bathtub and let her lie down in it. I used the showerhead to wash her entire body, from her neck down to every inch of her skin. Her skin was incredibly smooth and delicate. I placed both hands on her large breasts; they were soft but not very firm, and her nipples resembled two small red dates. I kneaded her breasts tightly with both hands, gently massaging her nipples with my index fingers. She closed her eyes, enjoying my caresses. I then washed her genitals. Because there was very little pubic hair, her entire vulva was completely exposed. I gently lifted that small tuft of pubic hair and used my fingers to carefully part the labia. My fingers touched her lips, and I saw that mysterious little hole. Whether it was from the tap water or her own juices, her hole was already wet. The sensation on my fingers was sticky and slippery. I gently massaged around her opening, and her juices flowed even more, some of it turning into a milky white fluid on my fingers. Her lower body trembled slightly with my touch, and she began to breathe softly. Her beautiful eyes closed, which further aroused me. I used my other hand to part her labia. Using the index finger of my original hand, I found the clitoris hidden beneath her labia. Her clitoris was large and long, plump and pink. As I slid my finger across it, her lower body trembled even more violently, causing the water in the bathtub to rise and fall. I had to use my other hand to completely pull her clitoris apart from her labia, so that it could be fully exposed. With the middle finger of my other hand, I gently massaged the clitoris that had squeezed out from her clitoris. Her body trembled even more violently, and her breathing became heavier. 02-10
Forty, Teacher Liu's Past (1)

I continued to massage her there. Her head swayed back and forth on the edge of the bathtub, and she made "hmm, hmm" sounds from her nostrils from time to time. I knew she was about to have an orgasm. I love watching the satisfied look on a woman's face when she has an orgasm. I increased the frequency of the massage. The vaginal fluid on her labia had been turned into a line by my fingers. Her clitoris, which looked like a grain of rice, had turned from pink to bright red. Her mons pubis moved rhythmically in coordination with my fingers. She made "ah, ah, ah" sounds. The sounds grew louder and louder. Suddenly, she lifted herself up and hugged me with both hands. She kissed my mouth tightly. A nimble tongue moved around in my mouth. I used one hand to hug her back and let her breasts press tightly against my chest. We kissed like this, immersed in boundless pleasure. My other hand never stopped. I just felt that the massage made her kiss more and more intense. It grew bigger and bigger, as if it wanted to swallow my whole tongue. We kissed like that for a while, and then I slowly helped her up and out of the bathtub. When she saw my erect penis as I stood up, she touched it with her hand. I said, "You've enjoyed yourself, so it's my turn to have some fun, right?" So I slightly parted my legs, letting her mons pubis face my erect penis. When she felt the head of my penis on her mons pubis, she moved her body slightly, cooperating with my movements, allowing my penis to enter her vagina. Fortunately, her vagina was already overflowing with vaginal fluid, so it was very lubricated. I squatted down, sticking my butt out, and thrust upwards. But because the bathroom was too small, she had to use her hands to find a support point to accommodate my thrusts, so I said, "Let's go to the bed." She hummed in agreement, and I pulled my big penis out of her vagina, wiped it with a towel, and then hugged her as we left.
We went to the outer room. We were already quite aroused from our caresses and ample foreplay in the bathroom, but the outer room was cold because the air conditioning had been on. As soon as she came out, she ran to the bed and covered herself with a towel. I turned on the TV, turned off the main light, leaving only the window lamp on. I poured her a glass of water and asked her what it was. She looked up from the bed and drank it, then gazed at me with alluring eyes. I understood what she meant, so I moved her closer to me and lay down on my side next to her. Seeing me get into bed, she pressed her whole body against me. I raised my head and let her sleep in the crook of my arm. She hugged me, and I gently pushed her upper body away, letting her lie on her back so I could free my hands to caress her breasts. Her breasts were still so soft and elastic, and I caressed them lovingly. After a while, I used my fingers to tease her nipples, gently and slightly. Soon, her nipples slowly became erect under my fingers. I slowly replaced my hands with my tongue, teasing her nipples, which were already like red dates. My free hand moved down, touching her lower abdomen, which felt just as soft. My hand slowly moved down again, looking for the honey cave that I had longed for. Her mons pubis was already brimming with spring water, and her two thick labia were covered with love juice. I parted her labia and touched her vaginal opening, which was so hot and I could feel the trickle of lustful fluid secreting out. I stroked her vulva with my index finger.
Starting from the very bottom of her vaginal opening, I stroked upwards to her clitoris, continuously moving up and down. My index finger was covered in vaginal fluid, allowing it to easily caress and rub against her mons pubis. I pressed on the vaginal opening and squeezed her clitoris. I could feel that her entire mons pubis was wet. As I stroked her, her mons pubis moved in sync with my fingers, her waist twisting and turning, and she unconsciously made moaning sounds, her nostrils flaring with rapid breathing. She pulled one hand out from under her and gripped my rock-hard penis tightly, stroking it up and down, making the glans slide in and out of the foreskin. I was incredibly aroused. Then she pulled my penis closer to her body. I knew she wanted my penis to fill her unbearably itchy vagina.
I got up, lay on top of her, arched my buttocks slightly, and spread my legs at the right moment, shifting my mons pubis to allow my large penis to slide smoothly into her vagina again. Once inside her, I pressed my entire upper body against hers, my chest pressing against her breasts, my hands behind her back, holding her upper body tightly against me. Our lips met again, and I used my knees to push forward on the mattress, not too vigorously, but my tongue danced in her mouth, her breasts felt like they were on brocade from the pressure of my chest, and my penis moved in and out of her honey pot. We slowly made love like this for about ten minutes. Her vaginal fluids suddenly increased, and I felt as if my penis was completely submerged in a muddy swamp, as if my entire pubic hair was covered in her fluids. Her vagina expanded greatly, and her legs involuntarily turned towards her upper body, making moaning sounds from her nostrils. I released her mouth, supported my upper body with my hands, and then grabbed her waist at the right moment, kneeling forward and pressing my legs against hers, making her legs spread as wide as possible and her vagina open to its fullest extent. I thrust forward, and she used her hands to pull down on my waist, making her mons pubis press tightly against my penis as I thrust in and out. I thrust in and out hundreds of times, and her fluids covered the place where we were joined.
I looked down and saw her labia flip with my vigorous thrusts, making her pink clitoris and vagina appear and disappear. The outer wall of my penis, which I had withdrawn, was covered with her milky white secretions, which gathered at the base of my penis with each thrust. She twisted her waist beneath me, pushing her mons pubis upward to meet my impact. The redness on her breasts was revealed in patches, and her head swayed from side to side. Her mons pubis rose and fell against my penis, and the place where we were joined made a slapping sound. She unconsciously cried out "Ah, ah," and then whispered, "Faster, faster." I quickened my thrusts. The thrusting motion, penetrating her all the way in, to the very bottom of her vagina, I could feel her cervix. Her moans grew louder, her entire waist arching upwards. I thrust harder, and her vagina began to contract rhythmically, the vaginal walls tightly gripping my penis, as if afraid it would leave her body. I was instantly aroused to the extreme, my penis throbbing, and hot semen sprayed deep into her vagina. With my ejaculation, her vaginal walls trembled and convulsed. I leaned down, and she hugged me tightly again, putting her tongue into my mouth.
Afterwards, Teacher Liu said, "Good boy, Mommy is going to be your mistress from now on. You only need to have sex with me once a week, okay?"
I hesitated, and Teacher Liu suddenly knelt down before me, holding my head, saying, "Xiao Mu, promise me, have pity on me, I haven't experienced happiness for over ten years. I'll give you anything you want, okay..."
As she spoke, tears streamed down her face.
I quickly helped the teacher up and said, "Teacher, it's okay, two or three times a week is fine too, as long as I have time."
Teacher Liu smiled through her tears, hugged me tightly, and whispered, "Xiao Mu, my good son, don't leave tonight, stay with Mommy, okay?"
Ah, I just came from the gentle embrace of Xiu Zhu and Xiu Mei, and now Teacher Liu has her eye on me. No wonder Master Wu said I'd be popular with women in the future. Should I agree to her request?

I thought about it, and realized I'd already ejaculated twice in such a short time. If I stayed any longer, I might not even see the sun tomorrow. I should probably avoid her. Teacher Liu has been thirsty for so long and needs plenty of nourishment. I can't "drain the pond to catch all the fish, burn the forest to catch all the prey," I can't ruin myself in her hands. I should stop here, leave her in suspense; that would be better.
So I said, "Teacher Liu, no, I have heavy work waiting for me at home. My dad is old, I have to help him."
Teacher Liu actually knew my family's situation. She looked at me and said helplessly, "It's such a pity. Remember our agreement?"
After saying that, she took out 500 yuan and said to me, "Xiao Mu, I know your family's situation. Take this money, use it to nourish yourself. I'm sorry, when you were injured, I paid you back twice..."
I refused to take it, but Teacher Liu was almost crying: "Do you think it's too little, Xiao Mu? My salary isn't much a month, you know that. Take it, otherwise you're looking down on me..."
Could I refuse? Teacher Liu's voice was trembling with tears, so I took it anyway. I felt like a gigolo. Oh well, who can explain this kind of role?
With Teacher Liu's profuse thanks and her earnest expectations, I left. I knew Teacher Liu was a hundred times unwilling. In fact, that's how things are in life; all good things must come to an end.
I went to Cuilan's door and found it open, so I went in to give her her medicine.
I went in quietly, afraid that Teacher Liu would hear me; walls have ears.
Cuilan was getting ready to go to work at the carpet factory. When she saw me, she beamed and asked if I had eaten, offering to cook for me. I quickly waved my hand, telling her I was just there to give her anti-inflammatory medicine and had no other intentions. Cuilan was very touched, and I left quickly. I was afraid of seeing people thanking me so profusely, as if I were a savior; I hate that kind of treatment.
Just now, I saw Cuilan wearing her work clothes; the narrow fabric accentuated her curves, and Cuilan's figure was indeed very graceful. But the only flaw was her two huge nipples, which pushed up her clothes, looking like two black buttons from a distance. It would be strange if men didn't have lewd thoughts, especially those old bachelors; they love to take advantage of motherless girls. I need to buy her a bra as soon as possible to hide those two big nipples. Cuilan is still young and doesn't understand that there are still some lecherous old men spying on her.
Will my future life be like Master Wu said, where women will obediently appear before me? Today, Teacher Liu is a perfect example. I broke my penis, but by a stroke of luck, I entered a vagina I shouldn't have. However, this wasn't something I wanted to do; it was Teacher Liu's loneliness that instigated it. Teacher Liu lost herself in the moment, and as her student, I shouldn't criticize her; serving her is what I should do. I can't imagine why such a good Teacher Liu's husband doesn't like her. The world is truly wondrous; love cannot be measured by a single standard.
Speaking of Teacher Liu, I recall her past.
When she taught us in second grade, she was 18 or 19, and we were just a bunch of little kids.
There was a bathhouse at school, built years ago for town officials, which later became the teachers' bathing center. It was a small house completely enclosed by brick walls, with a large, black-painted bucket hanging from the roof. Every few days, the principal would have the children add water. When washing, you pulled a handle in the corner, and water from the large black bucket would flow down from a perforated metal sheet, much like a modern shower. Every time I saw this shower, I imagined how comfortable it must be.
Finally, one day, I went into this place, experienced the comfort of the shower, and saw something that left me speechless.
Teacher Liu loved taking baths, a habit supposedly inherited from her mother in the south. Every few days, she would come to bathe, each time for a long time, at least half an hour. She would find some girls to accompany her, saying it was to scrub her back. But
later, she often said that the girls were too weak, and their scrubbing didn't hurt or itch her back. I thought, if girls can't do it, go find some boys, would you dare? At that time, we children all agreed that it was the most shameful thing for a woman to have her breasts seen by a man. I remember when I was little, Old Bao's daughter got drunk and lay down on the street, her top torn open, saying she was hot. Most people saw her round breasts, and the children were shouting and laughing at her. Old Bao was nowhere to be found, leaving his daughter to embarrass herself. Later, a boy everyone considered mentally challenged, encouraged by others, went to suckle Old Bao's daughter's breasts. But Old Bao's daughter held him tightly, refusing to let go. If the boy's mother hadn't rescued him, his mouth would have been swollen from sucking. From then on, we all thought that it was the most shameful thing for a woman to expose her breasts in front of men.
Unexpectedly, the task of scrubbing backs assigned to Teacher Liu later fell to me! When Teacher Liu chose me, I was so embarrassed that my face turned bright red. I wanted to refuse but didn't dare. Why was I chosen? Later, I learned from Teacher Liu that I looked like a girl, pretty and quiet, good at studying, and didn't cause trouble—I was Teacher Liu's perfect choice. When Teacher Liu chose me, that silly boy kept grinning. At the end of class, he even leaned close to me and said, "Don't drink the teacher's milk..."
Later, Teacher Liu led me into the bathhouse. It was the first time I had ever seen a bathhouse; it was usually locked up tight. I was very curious about everything there.
Unexpectedly, Teacher Liu started taking off her clothes as soon as she came in. I was so scared that I shrank into a corner, too afraid to look. But to make matters worse, Teacher Liu actually told me to take off my clothes too. Ah, I refused! But Teacher Liu said in a commanding tone that it was for the convenience of scrubbing backs.
I shakily took off my clothes and stood stupidly in the spot Teacher Liu designated. Ms. Liu's smooth back was exposed to me, and I saw her buttocks. A strange feeling welled up inside me.
Ms. Liu turned on the tap, and hot water poured down from above, washing over my body. I cried out in pleasure. Ms. Liu turned her head to see what was wrong. When I saw Ms. Liu's face, I was stunned. I wanted to describe her body, but I couldn't find the right words. I just thought to myself: "Wonderful."
Her two exceptionally round breasts were set in her perfect body, and her two pink nipples were exquisite works of art. Later, whenever I sang "Pink Memories," I would think of Ms. Liu's pink nipples. I thought that everyone who sang "Pink Memories" must have thought of pink nipples when they sang it...

Forty-one, Ms. Liu's Past - Bathhouse Massage

When I saw Ms. Liu's breasts, I didn't feel the disdain I felt when I saw Lao Bao's daughter's breasts. Instead, I felt a sense of sacred worship. They were such round and firm breasts, better than any of the breasts I saw on the street breastfeeding women. I was stunned.
Teacher Liu called out to me and scolded, "You little pervert, if you look again, your eyes will turn red."
My face flushed, and I lowered my head.
Teacher Liu handed me a bath towel, then turned off the tap, squatted down, and let me start scrubbing her back.
Teacher Liu's back was very well-built, without a trace of swelling. Her fair and smooth skin was like a white jade Buddha, like a freshly peeled scallion. I was glad that the trip was worthwhile; scrubbing Teacher Liu's back was truly my greatest honor.
I put on the bath towel and began to scrub Teacher Liu's back. I was afraid to scrub too hard, afraid of hurting Teacher Liu. Teacher Liu exclaimed, "It's so itchy! Scrub harder!" I added a little more pressure, but Teacher Liu still asked for more. In a fit of anger, I started scrubbing with all my might. You see, I had done farm work at home, so my hands were stronger than those of my age. Unexpectedly, under my vigorous scrubbing, Teacher Liu kept saying how comfortable it felt and kept praising me for being smart and capable, saying that besides being good at studying, I was also so efficient at farm work. After rubbing for a while, I noticed that Ms. Liu's fair back had turned red, yet she still complained of feeling comfortable. It was strange. I carefully touched her red back and asked, "Teacher, doesn't it hurt?"
Ms. Liu said, "It doesn't hurt. Those girls are just too weak; they made me so itchy. You're my good student, you're so cute!"
Then, Ms. Liu said, "Little Mu, rub my bottom, don't use too much force!"
Rubbing bottoms—I'd never done this before. I'd only ever rubbed my brother's back. I was puzzled. I could easily rub my own bottom; why was I being asked to? But I guess I should obey. The teacher is our god, our God; we'll do whatever they ask. So
I started moving my hands down. I noticed that the teacher was covering her bottom with her hand. I knew there was a difference between boys and girls, but I'd never seen what that area looked like, and I didn't want to. I knew girls squatted down to pee, so it would definitely get on them; that area must be dirty—that's what I always thought. I gently rubbed Ms. Liu's buttocks, the fine flakes of skin curling up and slowly scraping off. Ms. Liu hummed comfortably, a different humming sound than before, I think.
After a while, she finished rubbing and started running water to rinse off, and I was also rinsed. The warm water felt so good on my body. I used to just sit in a tub or jump into a river to bathe, never enjoying this kind of treatment. No wonder Ms. Liu liked bathing.
I saw the water rushing onto Ms. Liu's body, covering the curls of skin flakes on the ground. Her white body shone with a crystalline glow, like a fairy from a fairy tale, so beautiful. I felt very lucky, luckier than other children my age, seeing such a beautiful human body so early. Ms. Liu hummed a song as she washed. I loved listening to Ms. Liu's songs; every time I heard them, it was like a kind little yellow sister lulling us to sleep.
Ms. Liu finished rinsing her back and stopped the water. I thought she was leaving, so I went to the place where the clothes were kept to get dressed. But Ms. Liu called me over loudly, so I hurried over.
Ms. Liu said, "Help me rub my stomach and legs."
Ah, so much! Do I have to rub them again? I felt a little hungry.
I carefully walked over, put on my bath cover, and started rubbing Ms. Liu's stomach. Actually, there wasn't much to rub, but she still said it felt good and told me to rub harder. When I rubbed harder, my foot slipped, and my head hit her breast, bouncing me up a little. It was the first time I'd realized breasts could be so elastic! I wasn't short at the time; standing in front of Ms. Liu, my head was exactly at the same height as her breasts. While I was rubbing her stomach, I kept glancing at her breasts out of the corner of my eye, and I had a strange feeling. Now, when my head touched her breasts, the tenderness made me want to cry. Ms. Liu scolded
, "Silly boy, stand properly."
After I stood properly, I started rubbing her stomach again. Several times, I accidentally bumped into her breasts, and I felt strangely comfortable. A few times, her nipples even hit my eyes. There's a question that's been bothering me for a long time; I've always wanted to ask it.
Finally, I couldn't resist any longer and asked her, "Teacher, I want to ask you..."
"What do you want to ask?"
I pointed to her cleavage and said, "Teacher, why is it so deep here?"
Teacher Liu smacked my head and said, "You little rascal, you're still looking! Be careful your eyes get red!"
Later, she said, "Teacher likes to dig into her chest, so she kept digging and digging until she finally dug it this deep."
I didn't quite understand and was very puzzled as to why she would dig into her chest.
When I rubbed her armpits and ribs, she giggled and hugged me tightly: "You naughty boy, don't tickle me!"
I was confused; I hadn't tickled her! She laughed so hard she bent down and sandwiched my face between her breasts. I felt very comfortable, and my body had a strange sensation. Her two soft breasts rubbed against my face, and I felt a ticklish feeling in my heart. I felt my penis throbbing and jumping upwards.
Later, when I rubbed the teacher's legs, I kept thinking about this question: why does my penis move on its own? Finally, I finished scrubbing the teacher's body. I was so tired I was sweating a little, and when the teacher saw this, she quickly told me to rinse off.
The warm water washed away all the fatigue. I stopped the water and was about to leave when suddenly, a hand touched my back and started scrubbing it. Ah, it was the teacher! The teacher was scrubbing my back! I almost cried. The teacher was so kind to me.
Teacher Liu's hands weren't very strong, and several times when she was scrubbing me, her body was close to mine. I could feel two soft mounds of flesh on my back, and that feeling came back. My penis throbbed, and my heart was pounding with excitement—a feeling I couldn't describe.
This feeling ended quickly, and I reluctantly put on my clothes. Teacher Liu told me, "Remember, don't tell anyone about what happened here. This is our secret."
I solemnly made a pinky promise with her and swore an oath.
As I walked out of the bathhouse, almost the entire school was standing outside. They surrounded me, asking, "Did you see Teacher Liu's breasts? What did they look like? Tell me!"
That silly classmate even asked, "Hey kid, tell me, what does Teacher Liu's breasts taste like...?"
I didn't say anything and quickly walked away. Those guys chased after me, shouting and asking questions.
They only freed me when the school bell rang.
After school, I ran to the front, but everyone kept chasing me. Finally, they cornered me in front of the mill. Several strong older students grabbed my arms and asked, "Are you going to tell me what Teacher Liu's breasts and body look like? If not, you'd better watch out today."
Seeing this, I knew I couldn't escape anymore. What should I do? Suddenly, a thought struck me, and I said, "Brothers, I didn't see her chest. She had her back to me the whole time. After I finished rubbing it, she chased me away."
Everyone scattered, cursing me, calling me a coward, and telling me to report back next time. I nodded in agreement, and they left.
That night, I had a dream that I was Teacher Liu's son, and she was holding me and breastfeeding me, milk splashing everywhere…
Later, Teacher Liu took a bath every Tuesday, and she always took me with her. Therefore, Tuesdays were the happiest days of my week.
Then, one Tuesday, Teacher Liu suddenly asked me to massage her. I was a little surprised; I didn't know how to massage. I knew there was a blind man on the west side of the school who was very good at massage. Whenever people sprained their ankles, they would go to him for a massage, and he would always heal them.
So I asked, "Teacher Liu, where did you sprain your waist? Which blind person can I ask? I don't know how!"
Teacher Liu laughed, "Silly boy, I didn't sprain it. I'm just tired. I stood for a long time this morning, and my lower back hurts. Can you massage it to relieve my fatigue?"
I said again, "Teacher, I don't know how!"
Teacher Liu said, "I'll teach you, you know how."
Saying this, she lay down on a sheet, a narrow gauze scarf covering her buttocks. She told me to put my hands on her lower back and then slowly knead, or press firmly with my palms. I placed my hands on her lower back and began to knead and rub as she instructed. She cried out in comfort, praising me repeatedly.
Later, she asked me to massage her entire back. It seemed Teacher Liu was taking advantage of my kindness. I was actually a little tired.
But, I couldn't disobey her orders, so I did.
I bent down, placed both hands on her back, and started massaging downwards from her neck. Every time I touched a spot on her body, she shuddered as if electrocuted, then began to groan in pleasure. Finally, I reached her tailbone area and breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was over and I could rest. But Ms. Liu said, "Continue, don't stop."
I put my hands on her neck, but she said, "Not here, go lower!"
So I put my hands down a little further, but she said, "Go lower," all the way down to her buttocks. It seemed Ms. Liu was enjoying my massage and wanted me to give her a full-body massage. Oh well, I had to continue. If I got tired, I'd eat more and go to bed early.
I started massaging her buttocks. These two big buttocks felt different from other places; they were fleshy and elastic, very comfortable to touch, unlike the dry feel before. I started massaging them vigorously, and Ms. Liu moaned repeatedly, "Kid, don't stop, give me more pressure, I feel so good..."
But I was really too tired, so I stood up to rest, but Ms. Liu told me not to stop. What should I do? Suddenly, an idea struck me. I stood to the side of Teacher Liu, placed one foot on her buttocks, and began to slowly press down. Surprisingly, this method worked quite well. The teacher exclaimed, "Good, child, press harder! Teacher isn't afraid!"
I increased the pressure, and the teacher cried out in pleasure. Finally, she wasn't satisfied and told me to place both feet on her buttocks. So, I slowly stood on her plump bottom and started walking. She cried out in pleasure, "Yes, that's it! Great! Keep pushing!"
I walked a little faster, then even faster, but unexpectedly, I slipped and fell, landing next to the teacher. I kicked the gauze scarf covering her buttocks aside, and it slid to the ground.
Teacher Liu quickly got up to ask if I was alright. I struggled to my feet and said, "I'm fine, teacher, I'm okay, I'm perfectly healthy."
I picked up the gauze scarf from the ground and put it back in its place, but I quickly glanced at the covered area and thought to myself, "That pussy is so ugly, it's not pretty." The shape is a bracket with a "1" inside, like the eye of a blind cow.
Later, every time I did
the question "(1)", I would get it wrong because I thought it was a woman's vagina, so I didn't want to think about it in detail.

Forty-two, Teacher Liu's past - being raped in the bathhouse

Teacher Liu lay on the sheet and let me massage her back and legs carefully. Teacher Liu closed her eyes and hummed comfortably.
My forehead was covered with a layer of fine sweat, I was really tired. I thought I should take a good rest this time.
But Teacher Liu started talking again: "Xiao Mu, my good student, come on, massage the front of the teacher."
Oh, I'm so tired, teacher, don't you know how tired my body is? But I had no choice. Teacher Liu has absolute authority among the students. She has many ways to punish students, and many students have experienced her power. The students dare not speak out, and can only curse her in private. Now, every time she takes me to the bathhouse, I feel flattered.
After she finished speaking, she turned over. Her two beautiful breasts stood high, her belly was streamlined, and her two jade-like legs were like two ivory tusks. Her vulva was covered by a gauze scarf.
She instructed me, "Don't look around, concentrate on the massage."
I thought to myself, how can I massage you if I don't look? Really.
I started massaging her shoulders. Her rounded shoulders gave a comfortable feeling. I massaged her shoulders gently, and she exclaimed, "More pressure!" I was annoyed, so I pressed harder. She cried out loudly, and it was clear that this pressure suited her perfectly. I pressed and tapped her shoulders. She hummed comfortably, one hand tightly gripping my arm. After
massaging her shoulders for a while, I moved around her chest and went straight to her two jade-like legs. I didn't dare to massage her thighs, only her knees and calves. When I massaged her knees, she kept laughing, "I feel so good, I'm not tired at all now."
Then she asked me to massage her feet. I touched her jade-like feet; they were so soft and boneless, delicate and smooth. I massaged them with a gentle yet firm touch, and she closed her eyes comfortably, breathing heavily.
Later, my skill in seducing women benefited from the massage techniques I honed with Teacher Li when I was a child.
Having finished massaging both feet, I figured there was nowhere else to massage, so I stopped and leaned back in a chair to rest.
But then Teacher Li called out, "Come here, you little rascal! So lazy! I haven't even had my fill yet, and you've already run off!"
I asked, "Teacher, I've already massaged your whole body, what's next?"
Teacher Li countered, "You've finished? Are you sure you've finished? Think about it, is there anywhere I haven't massaged?"
I thought about it, and indeed, there were some places I hadn't massaged, but those were Teacher Li's sensitive areas. Could I move them? Was Teacher Li joking with me? Honestly, she's quite humorous! I said,
"Teacher, you're joking, right? Is there anywhere I haven't massaged?"
Ms. Liu glared at me, pointing to her chest and saying, "Did you massage here? You're so biased, aren't you? You didn't care about this part? "
I stared wide-eyed. How could she talk like that? I wasn't biased! I was just too scared to touch it! Did she think I didn't want to
? I looked at her, not moving. But Ms. Liu called out, "Hey kid, come here! You think I'm just talking to you for nothing? Come here and massage here!"
She pointed to her chest.
I was completely dumbfounded. Did Ms. Liu really want me to massage her? I didn't care; that would be a huge loss for her. But she was begging me to do it, so what did I have to hesitate about?
So I went over, approaching those two peaks like a pilgrim.
They were practically outlined with a compass! How could I even begin to praise them? My heart was pounding uncontrollably, and my penis started throbbing.
From childhood, my most fascinated part of a woman's body has been her breasts. Whether she's a 10-year-old or an 80-year-old woman, I'll observe her breasts. I'll scrutinize the slightly protruding nipples of little girls, and the full breasts of mature women attract my attention even more. I know the exact shape of every woman's breasts I've ever seen. Summer is my happiest time. I can freely observe the breasts of women who are exposed, especially young girls, because they usually don't wear bras. When they bend over, their two small mounds and pink nipples are clearly visible, and I stare greedily until they leave. Sometimes, I think, if I were rich, I would build my own kingdom where all the women wear transparent or semi-transparent clothes, so I could see and touch them to my heart's content. How wonderful that would be!
My breast fetish actually stems from my family. As a child, I didn't have much breast milk and didn't have much time to nurse. Therefore, I was extremely envious when I saw other mothers with plenty of milk. Later, this gradually developed into a liking for all breasts, whether they had milk or not. Also, I have two younger sisters, both much older than me. They often changed clothes in front of me without any restraint, and I often enjoyed looking at their beautiful breasts; that was one of my greatest pleasures. Because I was the youngest in the family, I was very spoiled. At night, I often touched my sisters' breasts, and they were used to it. They treated me like a little child, and when I touched them, they would often ask me if I was ashamed. Sometimes, when I got really into it, I would kiss them and suckle a few times. My sisters would refuse after I suckled a few times. I knew they refused because they couldn't handle the stimulation, because I saw them tremble and cough when I kissed them. My six or seven years old were the happiest time of my life, but after my sisters got married, I felt very bored. Every night, I would pull on my mother's cloth bag, tugging at it haphazardly, but I could never find the same joy in touching my younger sisters.
Now, Ms. Liu, in the prime of her youth, asked me to massage her breasts, and of course, I could
n't be happier. How long had it been since I'd touched such delicate breasts? My face lit up with excitement, and I quickly bent down, ready to massage. At that moment, Ms. Liu said, "Young man, be careful, don't get carried away..."
I nodded, seemingly understanding.
I placed my hands on her breasts, one in each hand, and began to slowly press with my palms, gently squeezing with my fingers. Ms. Liu's reserved body trembled, and her breathing quickened. Seeing this, I began using the techniques I'd practiced on my younger sisters: pressing, kneading, rubbing, squeezing, lifting, and stroking. In just a few strokes, Ms. Liu's body trembled violently, and she cried out, muttering incoherently. Seeing that the time was right, I began to caress her nipples, but I couldn't reach those little fleshy mounds. Ms. Liu suddenly went crazy, screaming hysterically, her legs tightly clamping around my waist, moving up and down, rubbing against me. I felt a wet, itchy sensation on my waist, like feathers tickling me. I was puzzled: Ms. Liu had been showering for a while, so why was she still wet?
The frantic Ms. Liu trembled for a long time before finally stopping. She closed her eyes wearily, panting heavily. The gauze covering her genitals had been kicked somewhere, and I didn't bother to look there, because from my previous fleeting glance I already knew how ugly her vulva was, and I didn't want to look. Suddenly, I noticed a puddle of water on my stomach and quickly wiped it away. Unexpectedly, the water was like my snot, stretching into long strands. I was very puzzled: Ms. Liu, really, why did you smear your snot on me? It's filthy. I was furious. I found her handkerchief and wiped the puddle of water from her stomach onto it as revenge.
I was tired, so I leaned back in my chair to rest. I thought women were strange; why did they scream like madwomen at the slightest touch to their breasts? Next time I fight with a girl, I'll hit her breasts and make her collapse without a fight.
This time, the bath lasted half an hour longer than usual. When I came out of the bathhouse, the children were gathered around the wall, watching curiously. Just as they were about to speak, they saw the stern Ms. Liu also coming out of the bathhouse, and they scattered like birds. I felt a sense of superiority. The stern Ms. Liu was a devil in everyone else's eyes, but in my eyes, she was a gentle and kind little sister, and I loved her very much.
From then on, besides having me scrub her back during baths, Ms. Liu also wanted me to massage her. I was overjoyed; every Tuesday felt like a holiday. At that time, I also had the idea that Ms. Liu would definitely marry me when I grew up; otherwise, why would she let me touch her breasts every week? I longed to grow up quickly so I could marry Teacher Liu and touch her breasts every day.
Unexpectedly, this beautiful dream was shattered by a cruel reality, and I almost cried myself to death in my sleep.
It was an ordinary Tuesday. I arrived at the bathhouse early with Teacher Liu, and the usual routine began. After Teacher Liu finished washing, it was my chance to show off my skills again. I started massaging her whole body. When I reached the most important spot—her breasts—besides Teacher Liu's familiar moans, I heard a strange panting sound. I looked around and found someone perched on the bathhouse's roof beam. It was Teacher Yang, the young male teacher who had been pursuing Teacher Liu without success. Ah, how did he get in? I wondered. Just then, Teacher Yang noticed me and quickly climbed back up. It turned out there was a wooden beam leading to another room—the school's instrument room. Oh, so Teacher Yang had climbed up the bathhouse's roof beam through a rafter in the instrument room to spy on Teacher Liu. Unexpectedly, Teacher Liu also spotted Teacher Yang. She cried out, clutching her body, and told me to quickly get her clothes.
I hurried to get Teacher Liu's clothes, but then something even more terrifying happened. A rough voice rang out, followed by a shout, and Teacher Yang was thrown to the floor of the bathhouse. Another person jumped in from the other side of the equipment room—it was Wang Ergou, that delinquent youth who, relying on being the village head's son, acted like a tyrant, bullying the villagers. He had long coveted Teacher Liu but had never succeeded. Somehow, he saw Teacher Yang crawling here today, so he followed her and threw her to the ground.
Teacher Yang immediately lost consciousness. Wang Ergou jumped to the ground, grinning maliciously as he pounced on Teacher Liu. Teacher Liu screamed and struggled, but it was all in vain. Wang Ergou straddled Teacher Liu, moving roughly and shouting, "Guizhen, I'm going to fuck you to death, fuck your little cunt until it's swollen! Damn it, you slut, you never pay attention to me usually. My dick hasn't found a virgin in ages!"
Teacher Liu cried out. My heart felt like it was being torn apart. I lunged at Wang Ergou, but he punched me in the head, and my head throbbed so badly I couldn't get up. I could only watch helplessly as Wang Ergou vented his lust on Teacher Liu. My tears were almost dry, but it was no use. Looking at Teacher Liu lying on the floor, Wang Ergou once again picked up his penis and thrust it in. His cock pumped in and out of Teacher Liu's vagina, producing unprecedented pleasure. His hands were constantly kneading Teacher Liu's two large breasts. Teacher Liu, slightly dazed, gushed out copious amounts of vaginal fluid. Streams of wetness and vaginal fluid flowed from her vagina, soaking a large area of the floor. Teacher Liu even unconsciously moaned, "Ah... um... um... oh..."
Seeing the usually aloof Teacher Liu moaning under Wang Ergou's crotch, Wang Ergou thrust even harder. He wanted to ejaculate inside her, to make Teacher Liu's vaginal fluid cover his cock.
Finally, he felt his penis rapidly swelling, quickly stretching Liu's entire vagina, as if gathering energy for a final thrust.
"Ah!" With a surge of heat, his long-suppressed semen finally shot into Liu's clitoris. This ecstatic ejaculation, which he usually achieved through masturbation, felt incredibly wonderful to be inside Liu's tender, red vagina. He wondered how wonderful it would be if he could store all his semen for today and ejaculate it into Liu's womb! Wang Ergou didn't immediately pull out his penis. He lay on top of Liu, sucking on her nipples, enjoying the pleasure of making love with the beautiful Liu.
After a long while, Wang Ergou finally got up, squatted in front of Liu's chest, and put his soft, large penis into her mouth, thrusting it in and out. The temperature in her mouth was different from that in her vagina, causing his large penis to quickly harden again, filling her small mouth to the brim. Her cheeks bulged, and her saliva mixed with his semen and her vaginal fluids made his penis sticky and slippery. His scrotum slapped against Ms. Liu's plump chin with each thrust of his penis, making a popping sound. This could be considered oral sex, right? Wang Ergou pulled out his penis and placed it between Ms. Liu's breasts. He squeezed her breasts together with both hands, making sure they completely enveloped his large penis, using her cleavage as a vagina. He thrust his penis in and out, enjoying the pleasure of having sex with Ms. Liu's breasts. His penis quickly swelled again, and a thick stream of semen sprayed onto Ms. Liu's chest and neck. Wang Ergou quickly aimed his engorged penis at Ms. Liu's breasts, and another stream of milky white semen shot around Ms. Liu's nipples.
Er Gou wanted to change positions, wanting to penetrate Teacher Liu from behind. He laid her on the floor like a little bitch, with her shoulders on the ground and her legs kneeling, her plump, white buttocks sticking up. Er Gou knelt behind her, straddling her sides, his left hand reaching forward to hug her pink belly, rubbing her navel. He parted her plump, wet slit, revealing a pink vulva. He thrust his large penis forward, then inserted the entire length of his cock, slowly pumping in and out.
Er Gou thrust dozens of times, gradually increasing the speed and force, each time inserting his entire penis to the bottom of Teacher Liu's vagina, causing her whole body to tremble, her large, plump breasts slapping in circles on the floor. Er Gou decided to create an unforgettable sexual memory, so he grabbed her big buttocks with his left hand and wrapped his right arm around her lower abdomen, pulling her back forcefully to make her vagina and his big penis fit even tighter. A series of slapping sounds immediately rang out, the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Er Gou inserted his big penis all the way in each time, and then used his big glans to bounce a few times on her clitoris. He clenched his buttocks and used all his strength to fuck her, making her whole body tremble and shake. This spectacular scene of thrusting, shaking, pounding, bumping, swaying and swinging was probably something Teacher Liu had never experienced before. In the pleasure of her cervix sucking and sucking, Er Gou released his last big stream of semen, which shot straight into her clitoris...
I saw a stream of blood slowly flowing down Teacher Liu's thigh. Looking at Teacher Liu, who was crying and exhausted, I felt utterly desperate. It was that beast Wang Ergou who violated the goddess in my heart. I wish I could stab that beast to death with a knife...
The following events developed in a somewhat dramatic way. Teacher Liu found out that she was pregnant and took the initiative to marry Wang Ergou—my enemy. From then on, I never paid attention to Teacher Liu again, and I transferred from her class to another class.
Teacher Liu's child came unexpectedly, and the village head and his wife were very suspicious because of the unclear reason. They looked down on Teacher Liu from then on. Teacher Liu was discriminated against in her husband's home, but she dared not reveal the truth. Not long after, Wang Ergou, who was a gambler and womanizer, had a new lover and abandoned his wife. Teacher Liu's misfortune began...

Forty-three, Encountering Feng'er in the Vineyard (1)

Thinking of Teacher Liu's past, I felt as if I had been through another world. I couldn't help but sigh. What a simple and dreamy girl was changed by a thug. Teacher Liu's tragedy was her own. She did not take control of her own destiny, but faced it with indifference and forbearance. In the end, she was the only one who got hurt.
Perhaps rekindling old memories with her today awakened her dormant heart and nourished her soul, which had been parched for many years. Will she change in the future?
Some say time is the best healer, but why didn't it heal Teacher Liu? I stopped thinking about it. I was simply shedding tears while reading *Romance of the Three Kingdoms*, and she didn't care about herself. What change could my thoughts possibly have for her?
I went home, and my mother was annoyed with me, asking what I'd been doing again. I patiently told her that I was already in my mid-twenties and knew how to live my own life, so she shouldn't worry about me. Besides, it was the weekend; I shouldn't be so gloomy all day. My mother
didn't say anything; she was just worrying too much, it wasn't necessary.
After lunch, exhausted from the past few days, I fell into a deep sleep, without even dreaming.
When I woke up, it was already three in the afternoon. I decided to go to the vineyard to help my father with some work.
It's late autumn now, and most of the crops have already been harvested, except for the grapes, which are still dormant in the ground. My father said he'd delay the harvest a few days so the grapes would ripen better and taste sweeter.
Arriving at the vineyard, I saw bunches of white and purple grapes hanging from the vines, like stepping into a fairytale. The rural environment is so wonderful; it has many things that the city can't compare to.
I went to the vineyard shed and found my father wasn't there; he must have gone to work elsewhere. It's good that I'm here; I can help him watch the grapes and see if anyone tries to steal them. If someone does, I'll definitely catch them and punish them.
Since I'm catching someone, I need to hide well so no one can easily spot me. I found a lush patch of green under the vines and climbed in. This place was perfect—high up, making it hard to be seen, and I could still observe the surroundings. It was a wonderful spot. I casually picked a bunch of purple grapes and slowly savored them. These grapes were so sweet; the sweetness went straight to my heart.
Suddenly, I heard hurried footsteps approaching from the west. The footsteps were getting closer to the vineyard, so I immediately became alert, pricked up my ears, and looked around.
I saw a figure gradually approaching the vineyard. To the north of the vineyard was a cornfield belonging to my family. The figure went into the cornfield. Because it was only a side profile facing me, I couldn't see clearly who it was, but just looking at the figure made my breathing quicken; it didn't look like a mature woman. I was puzzled. Who was it? I slowly emerged from my hiding place and quietly approached the cornfield, heading towards the figure's location.
I moved stealthily, trying not to make a sound. Finally, I reached the cornfield. I slowly moved, adjusting my position to be both concealed and have a clear view. After hiding, I slowly raised my head to see who it was.
Ah, the first thing that caught my eye was a large, snow-white buttock, perched high and facing me directly. It turned out someone was urinating. I adjusted my gaze to get a clearer, more complete view, and I saw the crucial part right in front of me. Ah, it was a woman's vulva, and a completely hairless one at that! It was the first time I'd ever seen such a beautiful vulva. Compared to the women I'd seen before, this woman's vulva was so perfect. I was stunned. A part I thought I could only see on foreign women was here today! My heart was pounding in my chest.
Who was this? It seemed the village was full of hidden talents, with such a woman with such a perfect vulva. Judging by her appearance, she must be a young woman. Suddenly, I remembered: this woman was someone I could only dream of. You see, I am a Green Dragon, and in the summer, I rarely go out shirtless because my chest hair is too thick, extending from my chest all the way to my vulva, making me look a bit like a foreigner. Fortune tellers say that only when the Azure Dragon finds the White Tiger can they complement each other and bring mutual improvement. But where can I find a White Tiger? Could I ask a girl to take her clothes off for testing? Today, I happened to meet her, and I was overjoyed. It seems I have a great opportunity! But how can I get close to her?
I can't just force myself on her, unless I want to go to jail. I greedily stared at her round, plump buttocks, her beautiful vulva, my mind racing. But after urinating, the woman quickly pulled up her pants. Many regrets remained in my heart; I could only watch helplessly as her snowy buttocks were covered by her clothes.
After urinating, her phone suddenly rang—a text message notification. She quickly turned around to take out her phone, and I immediately recognized it: it was Feng'er, my student, in ninth grade. I never would have guessed she was a White Tiger! This 17-year-old girl, Teacher Liu's niece, is a lively and beautiful young woman. It seems Teacher Liu's family is full of beauties.
She opened her phone and began reading the message. Whose phone is this? I don't remember her having one. It must be her brother's. Her parents are older farmers, toiling in the fields every day; they wouldn't have the leisure to play on a phone. It must be her brother's.
I carefully examined Feng'er. Tall, with a beautiful face, full breasts, and a pert bottom, she was beautiful from head to toe. Her clothes weren't very nice, though. That was just bad luck. Two years ago, her family suffered a devastating fire that burned everything of value. Her mother fell ill from the stress, spending all their savings and leaving them with a mountain of debt. After her mother recovered, the family was even poorer. Her brother was forced to drop out of school and work in another city to pay off the debt. This girl used to be very mischievous and lively, but after such a tragedy, she became silent and her grades plummeted. Since she was from the same village and I had a connection with Teacher Liu, I offered to tutor her. During my school years, I often tutored her whenever I had time, and she frequently asked me questions. Over time, she felt very indebted to me and became very affectionate towards me. Her parents were also deeply grateful to me, bringing local specialties to visit me during festivals. My parents and I often told them not to be so polite, explaining that they were going through a difficult time and shouldn't spend so much, but Feng'er's parents insisted on giving us things.
On Fridays when I went home for the holidays, I often gave Feng'er a ride on my motorcycle. I enjoy excitement, so I often raced on the road. At these times, Feng'er would hug me tightly, her head resting against my back, her breasts pressed against me. I could feel her heart pounding, and the tenderness of that embrace was indescribable.
Two years passed like this, and Feng'er and I developed a tacit understanding: whenever she saw me, she would smile, her eyes filled with an indescribable affection. Seeing her always filled me with tenderness. She didn't call me "teacher" in private, but "big brother," and I happily accepted. Hearing "big brother" brought back memories of my carefree student days, a romantic feeling filling my heart.
Suddenly, I remembered something I'd overheard while Feng'er's mother and my mother were chatting. That day, I was writing in the west wing, while Feng'er's mother and my mother were sitting and chatting in the east wing. They were rambling on about all sorts of distant relatives, going on and on about trivial matters from the past—I was almost numb from listening. Suddenly, they lowered their voices. Curious, I sneaked into the main room to eavesdrop.
I overheard Feng'er's mother say, "Oh, my dear aunt, my life is so hard, so many things have happened to my family..."
Her mother comforted her, "Don't say that, disasters always pass."
Feng'er's mother continued, "My dear aunt, you don't know, I went to a fortune teller. I asked him why so many things had happened in a row. Guess what he said?"
"What did he say?" " The fortune teller
said Feng'er is a White Tiger, very powerful, she's the cause of all these misfortunes."
Feng'er's mother murmured.
"Don't listen to the fortune teller's nonsense,"
her mother said.
"Oh my, you know what? That fortune teller is amazing! Feng'er is a White Tiger, and he even accurately predicted the three black moles on her vulva arranged in a triangle. It seems he wasn't talking nonsense." "
Ah, what should we do then?"
her mother asked.
"The fortune teller said that unless she finds a man with a Green Dragon in her body to share a bed, only then can the bad luck on her be removed, and that man will also prosper in the future."
Feng'er's mother's voice grew softer and softer, and I could barely hear it.
“But I think Feng’er is still only a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl. What’s the point of talking about sleeping together? And where can we find a Green Dragon man?”
Feng’er’s mother said helplessly.
“What did the fortune teller say?”
the mother asked.
“The fortune teller said that we must find a Green Dragon man to sleep with as soon as possible, the sooner the better. This will remove the bad luck from her, and your whole family will be well. But where can we find one?”
Feng’er’s mother murmured.
“It’s very difficult to find one. We’ll just have to try and find one!”
the mother said.
My mother clearly knew that I was a Green Dragon, but why didn’t she say so? Was she afraid of being tainted by Feng’er’s bad luck? Perhaps so. She never mentioned it to me afterward, and I didn’t want to ask. I just kept it as a secret I overheard.
Thinking about it today, I am a Green Dragon, and Feng’er is a White Tiger. The two of us together are absolutely a perfect match. The fortune teller said that a White Tiger and a Green Dragon are a match made in heaven. Why don’t we try? I’ve been poor for so many years, it must be because I haven’t met a White Tiger yet! Let's get together, get rid of bad luck, and be followed by wealth and prosperity. Why not? Mother is so stubborn; she's afraid of everything. Of course, I don't want to take advantage of Feng'er, nor do I want to enjoy the little girl; it's for my own future. "Are kings and generals born with a special destiny?"
It's just a matter of luck.
I was deep in thought when I was suddenly startled by a familiar sound—the kind of sound only heard when men and women are intimate. I was puzzled and quickly looked around. Had another couple sneaked into the cornfield? It took me a while to figure out that it was coming from Feng'er's phone. What was Feng'er doing?
I quickly tiptoed to look in that direction and found Feng'er watching a video on her phone with great interest. Oh, it must be porn that her brother downloaded to his phone, and Feng'er happened to see it. Feng'er was watching intently; this was probably the first extreme film she had ever seen. I wondered if she was feeling aroused? Seeing this scene, I felt a surge of desire, my heart burning with impatience, unable to contain myself.
Suddenly, I saw a red spider sliding down its web where Feng'er was crouching, heading straight for her neck. Oh no! This kind of spider is really annoying; it secretes a liquid that causes a string of bumps if it gets on a person. I don't know what kind of toxin it is, but everyone avoids it.
The red spider was descending straight down, and in the blink of an eye, it was about to touch Feng'er's neck. Should I scream?

44. Encountering Feng'er in the Vineyard (2)

The red spider swooped down onto Feng'er's neck. She was squatting on the ground, head down, looking at her phone. Her neck was like a steep slope, and the spider slid right inside her clothes.
Feng'er was engrossed in watching a strange and exciting video when something unexpected fell into her clothes. She quickly stood up, pulled out her vest from her pants, and shook it, but nothing came out. She jumped around frantically, certain the spider was sliding on her skin. She wondered if the spider had secreted some kind of venom on her flesh. Anyway, Feng'er shook her clothes like a madwoman. Finally, she simply took off her outer garment, then her thermal underwear, revealing her body in a very short vest, the kind that middle school girls wear to replace a bra. It seemed that the annoying red spider hadn't been shaken out yet; it must still be inside that vest, because Feng'er was taking off more clothes. This was the last piece of clothing she was wearing next to her skin. My heart suddenly raced, and my breathing became rapid.
Feng'er quickly pulled her vest up to her head, and her two small breasts sprang out. Two pink nipples peeked out like eyes, making me blush. I gasped for breath like someone with asthma; those were such beautiful little breasts, especially the nipples, they were mesmerizing. Those two little breasts had brushed against my back many times, though then there were layers of fabric between us. Several times I'd had the urge to look at them, but it was impossible. Today, my dream came true! I was so happy and excited. Those two little breasts were so cute; when could I hold them? Today, I really hit the jackpot! I saw the little beauty's breasts and her big bottom.
Feng'er quickly took off the vest over her head. The red spider was biting her breast. Terrified, she didn't dare swat it away with her hands, but instead used the vest to pull it off. But it was too late; the spider's venom had already seeped into her body. A ring of small red bumps, like areolas, appeared on her pure breast. She frantically scratched it, her pain making my heart ache. I wanted to rush out and scratch it for her. That hateful spider! How could you bite such a pure and beautiful place? Are you blind? Are you a lecherous spider, trying to molest Feng'er?
Just then, the phone was still buzzing. Feng'er remembered it and quickly picked it up to look. Seeing her focused expression, I wanted to see what she was seeing. So, I quietly and gently circled around to a spot not far behind her to look at the phone. But it was so bright that the screen appeared completely black from a distance; I couldn't see anything. I thought to myself, "God, please block out the sun so I can see the phone!" Unexpectedly, darkness fell in an instant. I looked up and saw a large dark cloud completely obscuring the sun. Even the heavens were cooperating; thank goodness!
Taking advantage of the darkness, I quickly checked my phone. It was a large-screen phone with excellent clarity. I saw a beautiful young girl giving oral sex to a man, who was clearly enjoying it, moaning loudly. I looked at Feng'er again, but only saw her back. So, I quickly adjusted my angle so I could see both Feng'er's entire body and the phone screen. Unexpectedly, what I saw shocked me. Feng'er had one hand on her nipple, stroking, kneading, and occasionally rubbing her breast. Ah, my heart immediately raced. I never imagined that Feng'er, this girl, would masturbate.
She gradually touched faster and faster, pulling her nipple very long. I felt so sorry for her. Feng'er, don't damage this little nipple. You don't care, but I do. The scene on the phone changed to the girl sitting on the man, riding him rapidly. Feng'er couldn't resist any longer; her hand reached into her pants, groping. Soon, her moans drowned out the phone's sound. It was so tempting! I really wanted to run up and help her, but she was my student; I couldn't cross that line.
My heart swayed between morality and lust. I was about to lose control; what should I do? Just then, a loud rumble in the sky jolted me awake, and I almost lost control. Looking at Feng'er again, she seemed oblivious, still moaning and moving as if no one was around, her eyes tightly closed. I quickly pulled out my phone and started recording her. I wanted to record this exciting scene so I could watch it whenever I wanted—wouldn't that be great?
While recording, I heard Feng'er scream in terror. I rushed to see what had happened. A jet-black snake darted towards her. Oh no! This was one of the most terrifying snakes around here; its venom was extremely potent. A bite from it would have unimaginable consequences. I leaped out of the way. I couldn't care less about anything else now; saving Feng'er was the priority.
Startled, the snake raised its head and lunged at Feng'er. Feng'er was terrified, frozen in place. I darted forward, grabbing the snake tightly by its neck with my right hand and pressing my foot firmly against its tail to prevent it from coiling around me. The snake was completely under my control. I seized the opportunity and stomped on its head, flattening it instantly. I stomped four or five more times before releasing my grip on its neck. Seeing the snake was on the verge of death, I used my toes to lift it and kick it a considerable distance away. These actions were almost simultaneous, taking only a few minutes. Why am I so agile? First, I practiced martial arts, so my movements are naturally nimble. Second, I learned my snake-catching skills from my father. My father was one of the best snake catchers in the village. He had caught many large snakes, and he always took me with him. Over time, I learned this skill. Of course, learning it was a huge challenge to my courage and agility. It seems no skill is wasted; it came in handy. Otherwise, Feng'er would definitely have been bitten and taken to the hospital today. I'm so glad I saved Feng'er.
Feng'er stood there staring at me, motionless, her expression blank, completely terrified. Only after I subdued the snake and kicked it far away did she react. She ran over, hugged me tightly, and sobbed softly. I gently patted her back, comforting her. Suddenly, I felt her smooth, delicate back. Ah, she wasn't wearing any clothes on her upper body, naked like a newborn baby. I felt her soft, smooth breasts pressed tightly against my chest. My heart pounded wildly, almost uncontrollably.
I quietly placed a hand on my chest, and a small breast naturally landed in my palm. I felt my heart pounding like a drum. I could feel the rounded curve of that small breast, and my nose was about to bleed.
Feng'er cried for a while before finally pulling away from my embrace, straightening up. She looked at me gratefully and said, "Teacher, thank you so much, you saved my life, I..."
"It's nothing, I was just there because I was in the wrong place, I should save you."
I waved my hand.
Feng'er was stunned when she heard this. After a moment, she reacted and hurriedly asked, "Ah, it seems that Teacher came a long time ago, so you saw everything... me... I..."
She stammered, her face as red as a ripe apple.
I murmured, "It's not that early to be here, I..."
How could I tell her? Should I just tell her the truth about my infiltration?
Feng'er didn't realize at some point that her upper body was naked, so she hurriedly covered her small breast and went to find some clothes. I helped her look for some.
Just then, a loud crash echoed through the sky, and raindrops larger than beans poured down, soaking my clothes instantly. I found her two sets of clothes, but they were completely wet and dripping. Oh, how could she wear them? She was already wearing that small, short vest, but it was also completely soaked, clinging tightly to her body, revealing her nipples clearly.
I held her in my arms, pressing her small breasts against my chest, kissing her face and lips. At first, she resisted a little, but soon she stopped refusing, closing her eyes, letting me frantically suckle her soft lips, and my penis instantly became erect.
I slowly moved my lips to her breasts. Her breasts were not fully developed yet, not even as big as a bun. Her nipples were the size of mung beans. When my tongue touched her nipples, I found that they could harden. At the same time, my hand gently stroked the inside of her thighs. As my movements deepened, her breathing became heavy and rapid. Seeing this, I leaned close to her ear and asked, "Are you feeling very strong right now? Are you feeling particularly happy?"

Forty-six, Encountering Feng'er in the Vineyard (3)

I suddenly saw the shed to the south and hurriedly said to Feng'er, "Hurry up, let's go into the shed to avoid the rain, otherwise we'll get sick."
As I said this, I grabbed Feng'er's hand and ran.
Feng'er followed closely behind me. The rain seemed to be against us, pouring down relentlessly. The wind howled and blew the rain like smoke and fog.
The shed was some distance from the cornfield, nearly 200 meters away. Feng'er and I struggled to walk along the gaps between the corn stalks, our feet slippery, and I was on the verge of falling. My heart was in my throat. 200 meters seemed so far, like we'd never reach it. I could feel the rain pouring down on us like a stream. Our soaked clothes clung to our bodies, incredibly uncomfortable; it would have been better to wear nothing at all. I felt a chill on my back and couldn't help but cough, as did Feng'er. Ugh, this damned weather.
Almost there, almost at the shed, I quickened my pace. But at the next ridge, my foot slipped, and I fell to the ground. I almost pulled Feng'er down with me. Seeing her about to fall, I quickly pulled her onto me. She shot towards me like an arrow, and I closed my eyes. With a loud "thud," Feng'er crashed heavily onto me, her momentum undiminished as she continued sliding forward. I quickly grabbed her tightly, managing to steady her. I felt a sharp pain, but it was for the best; if she had fallen to the ground, she would have been seriously injured. Misfortune never comes singly; Feng'er's family was already so poor, she couldn't afford any more blows.
Feng'er's voice trembled with tears, and the raindrops on her face dripped onto mine. She said, trembling, "Thank you, teacher. Otherwise, I would have fallen very, very hard."
As she spoke, she kissed my forehead forcefully. I instantly felt a surge of heat rise from my lower abdomen, and my penis jerked violently. I don't know if Feng'er noticed my change, but I saw her face was very, very red, like she was drunk. Unexpectedly, my penis was pressing against her buttocks; her clothes were completely soaked, as if she were naked. My sensations intensified. Feng'er felt it too, and she hurriedly moved her position, finally managing to move her buttocks away. But her clothes, soaked with rainwater, slipped her back to the original spot, and her buttocks bumped against my penis. Like during sex, I felt an urge to ejaculate—it was so exciting! My body ached, and I couldn't get up for a moment, with Feng'er on top of me. How could I move? Feng'er struggled to get up, but slipped again, her buttocks clamping firmly around my penis once more. My heart pounded wildly, four or five times in a row. I was almost unable to hold back; I was about to become a wild horse. Thankfully, on the last attempt, Feng'er got up, the heavy rain unable to hide her shy face.
After she steadied herself, she tried to help me up. I took her hand, and slowly, little by little, we finally got up. I grabbed a corncob and started moving my body. Feng'er whispered, "Teacher, are you hurt? Did I hurt you? I'm sorry, what can I do? I'm so clumsy."
"It's alright, I fell first!"
I was actually quite grateful that I had fallen; otherwise, how could I have gotten so close to her?
Feng'er and I helped each other walk towards the shed, and the rain was pouring down even harder. I felt my hand touch something hard. Looking closer, I realized that my hand, which had been resting on Feng'er's shoulder, had fallen to her chest and touched one of her hard nipples. Since that was the case, I didn't move my hand and just kept touching her hard nipple and soft breast. Our clothes were almost transparent with the wetness, and seeing her white breasts and red nipples, my heart pounded wildly. You see, these beautiful breasts have tempted me countless times over the past three years. In class, I would stare at those two mounds of flesh; during exams, I would steal glimpses of that pink hue from her collar; when I tutored her, she would crouch down to pick something up, and I would stare blankly at those throbbing nipples. They were my absolute favorite. I once swore that if I could just kiss them, touch those two soft mounds, I would disappear from this world on that very moment. Unexpectedly, today, as I observed those breasts up close, my heart pounded wildly. The thing I had always dreamed of was before my eyes; I was almost dying of happiness! Then, my hand reached for her breasts again. I was going crazy. I wanted to tear off her clothes all at once, expose those beautiful breasts, and suckle them greedily for a while—that would make my life worthwhile! I pretended to fall several times, grabbing wildly, and each time I ended up tightly grasping one of her breasts. To make it look convincing, I even moved my body, kneading Feng'er's two small breasts quite vigorously. I saw Feng'er's face, red like the face of Guan Yu in an opera, incredibly cute. How fun, how lovely her small breasts were! Youth is beauty, is vitality; even the feel of her breasts was so intense. We
finally reached the shed, exhausted and covered in sweat. I collapsed onto the kang (heated brick bed) in the shed, panting heavily, completely drained. Feng'er also lay on the kang, too tired to even open her eyes. As soon as I lay down, I realized how soaked I was, feeling uncomfortable, and quickly got up again. Feng'er didn't want to get up, so I called to her, "Get up quickly, or you'll catch a bad cold."
Feng'er slowly got up, and I stared, mesmerized, at her small vest clinging tightly to her body, clearly displaying the shape of her two small breasts. Finally, Feng'er called my name, and I snapped out of my daze. Feng'er looked at me shyly, "Teacher, don't stare at me. You've already seen mine, don't look anymore, I..."
I felt instantly ashamed. To look at a student with such lewd eyes—I had truly wasted my time standing before Confucius.
Feng'er shivered, "Teacher, I'm freezing! What should I do? Why don't you start a fire so we can dry our clothes?"
I quickly agreed, "Yes, yes, yes!" How stupid of me! I couldn't even remember this basic common sense.
I found some dry firewood in the corner of the room, stuffed it into the stove, and lit it. The fire instantly warmed the house, and a smile appeared on Feng'er's face. The firewood was burning, and I said to Feng'er, "Feng'er, hurry up and dry your clothes, don't delay, your health is important."
Feng'er said, "Teacher, you dry your clothes first, I'll dry mine later."
I quickly called her over, "Don't be so formal, hurry up, I'll turn around."
Feng'er came over, walked to the fire, took off her vest, and started drying it. I turned around and looked at the sky. I saw that it was raining heavily outside, and it seemed impossible for the sky to clear up anytime soon.
A gust of wind blew through the doorway, and I started coughing repeatedly, quickly pulling down the curtain. My back is very sensitive to cold; if I get chilled, I cough and become short of breath.
Feng'er said loudly, "Teacher, come here quickly, come and warm yourself by the fire, warm your vest, look how badly you're coughing. Hurry up, don't be so formal..."
She was imitating me.
I hesitated, and Feng'er quickly came over, grabbed my hand, and started to pull me away. I was caught off guard and leaned forward, quickly catching Feng'er to regain my balance. Suddenly, I felt something was wrong, so I quickly looked down and found my hands on Feng'er's small breasts. The gentle feeling made my mouth go dry. I was so embarrassed! I quickly removed my hands. Would Feng'er think I did it on purpose?
Feng'er's cheeks flushed slightly, and she quickly moved aside to let me warm myself by the fire. Without hesitation, I took off my clothes, squatted down, and warmed myself by the fire. The rising flames warmed my face and upper body, and a warm sensation entered my body—it felt so good! I unfolded my vest and placed it over the fire, turning it over and warming myself. Humans are still fragile; they can't withstand the elements.
I dared not look at Feng'er, yet I couldn't help but steal glances at her. Unexpectedly, she was staring at me too. Our eyes met, and I quickly averted my gaze. But Feng'er's body was to my left, and I could see her legs when I slightly raised my head. I saw her wet pants clinging to her body, and the marks left by her clothes on her vulva were clearly visible. I glanced at it once, then dared not look again. It was too stimulating; I couldn't look any longer. Be careful not to act impulsively; I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control my emotions.
Feng'er also squatted down, drying herself and her clothes. I saw water still dripping from her hair, so I quickly found a towel in the corner and handed it to her. As she dried herself and her hair, I watched her out of the corner of my eye. So beautiful! What a beautiful picture of a woman emerging from a bath! I couldn't help but look again at her two small breasts and nipples. Each glance felt like the first time I saw them; my heart was pounding, I was afraid it would leap out of my chest. Now, those two small breasts were so close to me; my mouth was dry, this was truly unbearable! If only I had known, when Aunt Liu was telling me her daughter's secret at my house that day, I should have rushed out and told her the truth, that I was a virgin. How much better it would have been! Aunt Liu would have definitely tested me first, then taken me away to her house, laid out thick blankets for me, and then added a pad to prevent the blood from soiling the bedding. Finally, she called Feng'er in, and she crawled into my bed. We started kissing, suckling, and making love! I don't know how many times I would have suckled Feng'er's nipple then! But I'm too timid, and I didn't dare to do anything out of line in front of my mother, so I can only endure this bitter suffering today!
Feng'er spoke up: "Teacher, since you came so early, you must have seen me, right?"
I quickly retorted, "No, no, not early at all!"
But Feng'er wouldn't let it go, pressing me further: "I almost got bitten by a snake. If you hadn't saved me, I'd be in the hospital now. Tell me, you just arrived, how could you see a venomous snake attacking me so quickly and react immediately to save me?"
I fell silent, not saying a word. Silence might be tacit consent. I felt I couldn't explain myself.
Feng'er stared at me for a full minute, then suddenly spoke: "Since you saw me, I've let it go. Actually, you've always been so kind to me, tutoring me, driving me home. I wanted to thank you for not finding a way to let you see me. I was very willing, but please don't think of me as some bad child. I only let you see me..."
I didn't know what to say. Feng'er was so kind to me; it turned out she had always cared about me. I was deeply moved, beyond words.
Feng'er said again, "Teacher, you look like an ape, with so much hair on your body, just like the foreigners I've seen on TV! What's it called again? Let me think, it seems to be some kind of dragon?"
Ah, does Feng'er also know about the Azure Dragon? I was speechless.
She suddenly remembered and exclaimed, "It's the Azure Dragon, I think I've heard someone say that..."
Ah, does Feng'er also know about the saying about her destiny? What should I do? Facing my student...

Forty-seven, Encountering Feng'er in the Vineyard (4)

I pressed Feng'er, "Who told you what the Azure Dragon means?"
Feng'er blinked, hesitated, and smiled, "I forgot..."
I always felt that Feng'er wasn't telling me the truth, this girl.
Feng'er and I were drying our bodies and clothes on the stove fire, and for a moment the shed was filled with mist, like a fairyland. Feng'er's young body was constantly tempting me. I had never seen such a perfect body before. I tried not to look at her, but I kept seeing her out of the corner of my eye. In class, I was so serious and attentive, but now, we're naked in front of each other. I never imagined things would turn out this way. Feng'er seems so carefree and nonchalant. I really admire young people these days; their hearts are so open. I feel like a thief. Thinking about it, I realize I'm just worrying unnecessarily. Why bother? This situation wasn't my doing; it was fate's arrangement. Feng'er never comes here, but today, inexplicably, she's here. A snake bit her for no reason, and when I went to save her, the real drama began. Fate added another heavy stroke, making us, teacher and student, naked in front of each other. It's not my fault; why should I care? Let nature take its course.
Now that I've relaxed, I've become bolder. I raised my head to speak, but when my gaze fell upon those beautiful little breasts, I almost collapsed again. To be honest, I've never seen such beautiful little breasts before. The contours are distinct, perfectly round, and the pink part is just a light touch, not much embellishment. It's truly a masterpiece. Today I've had an eye-opening experience; truly, breasts vary from person to person.
I saw steam rising from between her buttocks, and my heart, like that steam, soared. I suddenly imagined her bare bottom, a "white tiger" (a term for a woman who is completely naked), and my heart began to pound. Thinking of Feng'er's mother's words, I had a strange feeling—was Feng'er and I about to begin a story? Was today's encounter a hint?
At this moment, Feng'er and I remained silent; the air was somewhat oppressive, as if another storm was brewing.
I lifted the curtain a crack to peek out. The rain was still pouring down, and the wind seemed to have picked up. I couldn't help but shiver and quickly pulled the curtain down. The room was getting dark; if it weren't for the stove fire, it would have been pitch black. Suddenly, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, followed by a deafening clap of thunder that continued unabated, growing ever louder. Feng'er leaned closer to me and whispered, "I'm most afraid of thunder."
I felt the warmth of her body against mine; it was so comforting.
I comforted her, "Feng'er, it's alright, I'm here. Thunder isn't scary."
Feng'er said, "My father often says that continuous thunder is the Thunder God chasing after demons and monsters that have committed evil deeds on earth. Some sentient beings are often struck down..."
As she spoke, she leaned even closer, and I felt her body trembling.
Feng'er said in a trembling voice, "Teacher, please close the door tightly, I'm scared..."
I quickly jumped to the ground and closed the shed door tightly, locking it with a lock. Only then did Feng'er relax a little.
With the door closed, the room became even darker, and the flickering light of the stove fire illuminated our faces, giving us a mysterious glow. "A beauty under the lamp is even more beautiful." I stared at Feng'er's face, and when I saw her two small breasts, I closed my eyes. I knew that my patience was limited and I should not look anymore to avoid getting upset. You know, in this lonely night, two young hearts together are most likely to spark. 02-10

Forty-eight, Encountering Feng'er in the Vineyard (5)

I could not hold back any longer. Feng'er was like a blazing flame, her passion rising wave after wave.
Her nimble tongue, like a snake, went deep into my mouth and wrapped around my tongue. I couldn't help but groan. When have I ever enjoyed such a passionate kiss? Feng'er is really amazing. She has never been to the world of pleasure, yet she is so self-taught.
My passion grew stronger and stronger, and then I took the initiative to kiss Feng'er. I showered her face, neck, and ears with kisses, and Feng'er's moans turned into loud cries, murmuring, "Teacher... my good teacher... my good brother..."
When I kissed her two small breasts, she trembled as if electrocuted, her body shaking uncontrollably, her eyes glazed over. Then I put her nipples in my mouth, and she screamed, clinging tightly to my body and shaking. I knew she was getting into the mood.
As I suckled her nipples, I touched her two round, plump buttocks, so fleshy. I don't know when, but Feng'er's lower body was completely naked. Oh, it seems that lust is so incredible; even a girl who has never experienced love is so proactive.
Her legs rubbed up and down, moving incessantly, her emotions reaching their peak.
I lowered my head, using the dim light of the stove fire to carefully observe that beautiful, untouched vulva. It was truly beautiful, a gem compared to any woman I had ever seen. Those dark pubic hairs made such an elegant place look crude, while this "White River" was so flat, pure and flawless, without any of that black pubic hair to defile it! My God! I praise you, for seeing you evokes no thoughts of filth.
Feng'er covered her face, shyly saying, "Brother Mu, don't look at me like that, I'm so shy..."
I laughed, then pressed my advantage, saying, "Hehe, I not only want to look, I want to touch!"
Saying this, I placed my hands on that beautiful vulva and began to make some movements. Feng'er's cries turned into sharp, high-pitched screams, uncontrollable and excited. Soon, her juices were overflowing. The juices flowed incessantly, almost washing me away.
I don't know when, but my clothes were already off; whether I took them off myself or had them taken off, I had no idea. We reached a completely new realm, forgetting everything in the world, forgetting ourselves, experiencing indescribable pleasure only in the intimacy of two lives.
A penis lingered near a brand new vagina, somewhat unsure if such a wonderful vagina existed, with no pubic hair covering it. It prepared to enter, slowly probing in a little, only to be blocked by a hymen. Reluctant to break the hymen, it strained to reach inside, only to pull back upon touching it. Unwilling to give up, it continued probing, only to be met with a gush of vaginal fluid, soaking the penis completely. So wet, the penis began a new exploration. Finally, unable to resist, it thrust in—a new home! No other penis had ever been there before, and the penis was moved to tears. But the vagina gripped it tightly, too narrow, and the penis felt a little nauseous, as if it were about to vomit. Just as the penis was about to move more vigorously, it heard Feng'er cry out in pain, so it slowed its movements and began a rhythmic in-and-out motion. Finally, my penis heard Feng'er's enchanting moans and relaxed, beginning a fierce thrust. Unexpectedly, Feng'er's voice matched my thrusts, growing louder and faster. Finally, my penis couldn't hold back any longer, exhausted and vomiting all over the floor. Exhausted, it withdrew from this brand-new vagina, only to find some blood on the head of my penis—red. Was it the fruit of victory? Perhaps! Ah, I finally broke Feng'er's hymen! I won! I love virgins, I love fucking virgins.
Feng'er lay wearily on the bed, her gentle gaze fixed on me. I felt a sweet, honey-like intimacy. She looked at me and smiled, a smile so sweet.
"Brother Mu, today I feel relieved. You've always been so good to me, I can't repay you. Today I finally have this opportunity. Are you happy? I'm so happy."
"Brother Mu, it hurt a little at first, but then it got more and more comfortable, more and more stimulating. My body went numb, like an electric shock. I'm so happy! Thank you, you're the first man in my life."
I was a little tired; these past few days of indulging in pleasure had left me a bit weak. But Feng'er's gentle smile was like a tulip, so beautiful.
I suddenly realized how foolish I had been, doing something I shouldn't have done with my student. It was so immoral. What should I do?
The night was getting late, the stove fire had gone out, and I felt a chill in the room. I went to find something to cover myself with. Suddenly, a blanket was placed on me, and a warm, soft body slipped into the covers. Ah, Feng'er, this girl, she's like a mind reader, always thinking what I'm thinking! She pressed herself close to me, writing words on my back with her finger, and then asked me what the words were. I remember the first character was "木" (wood), the second was "哥" (brother), the third was "我" (I)... and the last character was "爱" (love). Reading it all together, it said: "Brother Wood, I love making love with you!"
Ah, this big loli! I almost jumped up. It seems this infatuated girl, Feng'er, is quite fond of me and loves "fucking." Isn't that enough for her? This is too crazy.
Inside the shed, spring was in full bloom, while outside, the wind and rain raged. It seems that tonight, Feng'er and I will have to sleep in the shed. This rain has become our matchmaker; our union is so seamless, so natural.
My conscience still bothers me a little. I shouldn't be with a student. How will we face each other afterward? But then I thought, the fortune teller said our destinies are perfectly compatible—one is a Green Dragon, the other a White Tiger. Our union is a perfect match and will help both families prosper. Isn't that a good thing? Thinking this way, my mood improved. Let nature take its course.
I rolled over and started writing on her small breasts with my fingers, asking her what the words were as I wrote. She laughed so hard she nearly fell over, stammering, "Bad teacher...don't do that...it tickles so much...let go...haha..."
She kept laughing, unable to guess what I was writing.
In a better mood, I became more talkative and humorous.
Feng'er was surprised by my words, saying, "We girls all thought you were a cold, handsome guy, but we never expected you to be so funny! We never would have guessed!"
I said fiercely, "There are many things you wouldn't expect..."
With that, I rolled over and hugged her again.
She pretended to be scared, saying in a coquettish voice, "What are you doing? I'm scared..."
Then, we started making love again. I didn't expect it to last longer this time. Feng'er had been in pain from losing her virginity earlier, but this time, she was completely enjoying it. Her mouth was wide open, her eyes tightly closed, and her hands gripped my chest so tightly they almost drew blood. Seeing her so excited, my strength increased, and I thrust into her wave after wave. Feng'er shouted, "I'm going to die... I'm going to die... Slow down... You're going to fuck your student to death... I'll report you... I'll report you for raping a student..."
Finally, both of them went limp from shouting, embracing each other on the kang (heated brick bed), enjoying the strange feeling of pleasure and exhaustion.
I lay on the kang, caressing Feng'er's small breasts, so soft and pure. I touched them, kneading them like dough, changing them into various shapes. Feng'er's moans rose again; I hadn't expected her senses to be so intense. I couldn't resist again, and my mouth took one of the nipples into my mouth, sucking hard with my lips, while my other hand constantly played with the nipple on the other breast. It was truly a beautiful enjoyment! Feng'er twisted and turned excitedly, her legs tightly wrapped around mine, and streams of water gushed from her vulva, making my legs wet. I freed one hand and started stroking her vulva. I said, "Feng'er, it's strange, you don't have a single hair down there, like a little child. It feels so nice, so smooth."
Feng'er murmured, "This is a sensitive topic, don't mention it."
Ah, does she also know the story of the white tiger? I dared not ask any further, lest I make a fool of myself and become disliked! Continuing to stroke her was already good enough, no need to cause any trouble, I continued to enjoy the big loli.
I gazed at Feng'er and said softly, "Feng'er, I'm sorry, you've lost out big time. You're still a girl, I..."
Feng'er interrupted me, "Brother Mu, don't say that. The important thing is to have fun. So what if you're twenty or thirty years older than me? Having fun and being happy together is the greatest happiness. Why think so much? You're a cultured and handsome guy. I've admired you for a long time, and today's events are what I've been looking forward to. You're always so good to me; I'm so grateful. You brought me warmth when I was in trouble. You're the person I care about most in my life. I'm so grateful to you, Brother Mu..."
I was deeply moved by her words and hugged her tightly, not wanting to let go of this beautiful younger sister.
She then whispered something in my ear that shocked me. So she knew too.
She said to me, "I overheard my mother's words and know that my fate is the cause of my family's misfortune. I also know that my destined benefactor is a man with a blue dragon in his destiny, but in this vast sea of people, where can I find him? But unexpectedly, my benefactor is actually my long-admired teacher! It's like he's so close yet so far! I know I won't bring you misfortune; our union will bring you good luck. Brother, thank you so much! If our family's life improves, I will be grateful to you for the rest of my life! Forever and ever!"
I thought she was unaware of some things in the world, but I didn't expect that she knew her destiny at such a young age. No wonder she became depressed later; it was related to this. Could I really be her destined benefactor? I hope that both of us will be well; how wonderful that would be!
As I was lost in thought, Feng'er had already fallen asleep. Sleep, sleep, lovely Feng'er, perhaps you're exhausted from your first experience with love; perhaps you've found your destined benefactor and are sleeping happily.
I woke up in the middle of the night and asked, "Feng'er, do you like your brother?"
Feng'er nodded. "Then can we play another game?"
Feng'er hesitated and nodded. "Can I kiss you?"
I lovingly stroked Feng'er's hair, carefully tidying it up, and kissed her slightly sweaty forehead. Then I gently stroked her delicate little nose with my nose, and Feng'er smiled happily. I smelled that faint fragrance again. Then I circled my index finger on her face and finally touched her lips. They were really small and thin. I couldn't help but cross my face with hers and gently parted Feng'er's lips with my own, sticking my tongue into her mouth. Suddenly she laughed, which startled me. She almost bit my tongue. I told her not to laugh and to stick her tongue out. She obediently put her tongue out. I was stunned. This was not something I had considered. How could she be so obedient? With a hint of hesitation, I sucked on her smooth, soft, moist, fragrant tongue, my blood rushing to my head. I grabbed Feng'er and kissed her passionately, our tongues entwining, an endless, smooth, and delicate sensation. Her saliva was so sweet, as if it were mixed with honey. I teased her mouth wantonly, and she didn't resist my forceful kiss, quietly closing her eyes. I gently pulled her hands away from her sides and kissed her face again. This time, I stroked her soft face and kissed it, noticing how hot it was. I kissed her big eyes, but she didn't seem to like it. So I put her ear in my mouth and gently "eat" it. Feng'er finally couldn't take it anymore, her shoulders pressing tightly against my mouth, laughing wildly. It seemed she really enjoyed this kind of teasing. Seeing my chance, I moved my mouth to her mound, her smooth little hole. I slowly tried to part it to get a closer look, but Feng'er had already covered it with her hand. I had no choice but to pull it open again. "Let your brother see... It won't hurt you, it will feel very good."
Seeing that she was no longer insisting, I first kissed the slit of her mound and then kissed along that slit, my tongue constantly brushing back and forth in that crevice. Feng'er kept laughing and stopping. I would often stop and ask her, "Does it feel good? Does it feel good?"
Perhaps because of shyness, she didn't answer me, but just nodded slightly. My penis ejaculated on its own when I searched for her little hole for the second time. I used my index and middle fingers to pick up the little bit that had ejaculated on her and put it into Feng'er's mouth. She didn't spit it out immediately, but at that time her chest heaved more and her breathing became more rapid. Since I had just ejaculated, I could only pry open her vulva to look inside. The slightly parted vulva was flanked by thick folds of flesh. To get a better look, I spread Feng'er's legs apart again, straddling her thighs and holding it up to the light. Feng'er's vulva was very red; the crimson flesh filled the entire space. I tentatively licked it with my tongue, and Feng'er laughed, trying to cover herself, but my head was already deeply buried inside. I sucked hard, occasionally sliding my tongue across the central cleft. She then clamped my head between her legs, her body constantly retreating until I gave up touching her vulva, after which she quietly looked at me. I slipped my fingers into the cleft between her parted legs, my fingers reaching a moist cave. Feng'er flinched, her bright red, tender lips slightly pursed, and her eyes gradually reddened. This is my most precious pussy, and I know only a truly passionate girl would reveal it at this moment. I quickly used my hand to make my penis hard, and following the spot I had just explored, I thrust back and forth rapidly. My face flushed again. Could I ask Feng'er to try licking it for me? So I said to Feng'er, "I really like you, Feng'er. Can you do something for your brother?"
Feng'er nodded blankly. I moved my body slightly and placed my already erect penis near Feng'er's mouth. "Can you suck it for me? Like sucking jelly."
Feng'er actually did it. (Don't doubt it! I can't even say what I said back then now, let alone write it down. I can only use a rather rustic way of speaking to explain it simply.) I felt my glans suddenly enter a warm mouth, and something was wriggling under my glans. But I didn't think that was enough, so more requests came up. "Feng'er, use your right hand to hold this and move it back and forth, don't take your mouth away!"
"Lick it with your tongue while it's inside! Don't stop!"
At this moment, my glans felt like it was being gently sucked, and I could slowly feel the warm, fleshy rings around it tightening and loosening. Feng'er's caresses seemed very clumsy now, but at the time they gave me an extremely strange feeling. I quickly took a deep breath, pulled my penis out of Feng'er's mouth and hand, and cupped my left hand, spraying my semen into it. Feng'er still watched my actions with her big, cute eyes. I grabbed a tissue from the bedside table and wiped it clean. That night, I ejaculated seven times. Once, I accidentally ejaculated into Feng'er's mouth, choking her. As a result, Feng'er wouldn't let me do that again. I smeared my semen on her vulva and even sprayed it directly at the entrance of her hole. Watching the diluted semen flow down, I kept teasing her with my fingers, pressing the semen into her hole until it covered her slightly open vulva before I stopped. Throughout the entire process, I kept telling her not to tell anyone (no word had gotten out since it happened). With my comforting words, Feng'er seemed exhausted, almost falling asleep. But how could I, constantly teetering on the edge of desire, sleep? I couldn't sleep! I had to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Looking at Feng'er's still slightly trembling eyelashes, I knew this slut wasn't asleep, she was pretending! I abandoned my usual gentleness and frantically caressed her entire body, deliberately targeting the two small bumps on her pajamas. She twisted her body but didn't want to turn over, seemingly silently enjoying the pleasure this ticklish sensation brought her. I once again shoved my limp penis into her mouth, but her teeth hindered my advance. I used my hand to lift it up and rubbed it against her lips, breathing deeply as I moved my hand up and down. I imagined her lips as her vagina. I closed my eyes and frantically masturbated, unconsciously making whooshing sounds through my nose. Her wet, warm mouth gradually opened under my hardness. The thought of the strange sense of conquest I felt when I ejaculated in her mouth earlier made me want to ejaculate again. I slightly withdrew the head of my penis, watching the pale white fluid squeezed little by little onto Feng'er's lips. Exhausted, I carefully smeared the semen inside her mouth. After she had my semen in her mouth, I carefully wiped every part of her body clean with a hot towel, watching her fall asleep peacefully with a faint smile. I was satisfied, completely satisfied.
Although my penis was purple and painful at the time, this was my first time having sex with a girl, especially a virgin. I will bury this beautiful memory deep within me forever.
Suddenly, I was awakened by a commotion. I opened my sleepy eyes and saw a sliver of sky peeking through the curtain. Ah, it was already broad daylight; the next day had arrived without warning.
Why the noise? I was about to get dressed to see what was happening when the curtain was lifted, and someone entered.
Ah, it was Feng'er's mother. Her eyes were wide open, staring blankly as Feng'er slept soundly in my arms, while I, naked, was about to get up.
She was furious, shouting, "So, it was you who did this! Seducing a student! Fine, I'll report you..."
Ah, my end has come! God, save me...

49. The Mystery of the Azure Dragon and White Tiger

I was so terrified my soul almost left my body! This was terrible! If she reported me, I would spend the rest of my life behind bars!
I jumped out of bed and knelt before Feng'er's mother, pleading, "Auntie, please spare me, I..."
Feng'er woke up too, and forgetting all shame, she quickly joined me in pleading with her mother.
I was drenched in cold sweat, which dripped down my chest. I wiped the sweat away and stared blankly at Aunt Liu.
Feng'er's mother—Aunt Liu—had been furious, but seeing me wiping the sweat from my chest, she calmed down, remained silent, and looked at me, saying, "Stand up, let me see."
I quickly stood up, letting Aunt Liu look. I was puzzled; did Aunt Liu also enjoy looking at young men's bodies? I spread my arms wide, not bothering to cover myself, letting her see as much as she wanted. Perhaps she would change her mind.
I kept my mouth shut and eyes open, waiting for Aunt Liu's verdict. Unexpectedly, she rushed over excitedly, hugged me, and said, "Little Mu, you're Qinglong! Ah, you're Qinglong! So it was you! I've been searching so hard!"
Then, Aunt Liu recounted how, in her search for Qinglong, she had hidden in the cornfield by the river, squatting there for half a day at a time, watching to see if any of the men bathing in the river were Qinglong, almost getting eaten by mosquitoes; she had also spied in the bathhouse and toilets, receiving severe reprimands from the staff each time. She had endured so much hardship to find Qinglong, but without success. Now, seeing Qinglong so close, she was overwhelmed with emotion. She quickly pulled me up and whispered in my ear, "Little boy, did you really do it with Feng'er?"
I said shamefully, "Yes!"
Aunt Liu said, "That's great, thank you!"
Aunt Liu looked at the thick chest hair on my chest, clicking her tongue in amazement, repeatedly exclaiming how much it was. Her gaze kept drifting downwards, and only then did I feel embarrassed. I quickly covered my private parts. Aunt Liu laughed, a laugh that made me feel incredibly awkward.
Aunt Liu's expression softened considerably. She quickly urged us all to get back into bed, to be careful not to catch a cold, and then listen to her. Facing Feng'er's mother, Feng'er and I, naked, embraced under the covers, creating a unique and alluring atmosphere.
Aunt Liu began to speak, saying that her daughter was a "White Tiger." What was a White Tiger? She gestured to me, saying that a woman with no pubic hair was considered a White Tiger. I chuckled inwardly; she thought I was a three-year-old. She continued, saying that White Tigers were very unlucky and brought misfortune to the family. Therefore, before encountering a Green Dragon, a woman with a White Tiger was destructive to the household, and the family would suffer misfortune because of her. Aunt Liu said that a series of events in the family were related to Feng'er. At this point, Feng'er hurriedly said, "Mother, no, I might as well die! Look what you've done to the family!"
Aunt Liu quickly scolded, "What kind of jinx are you talking about? Do you want to kill me?"
I also quickly comforted Feng'er, "Let your mother finish speaking. Don't blame yourself; it's an objective fact."
Only then did Feng'er return to normal.
Aunt Liu continued, "The fortune teller said that only by finding a Green Dragon man to marry can a White Tiger woman get rid of bad luck and improve the Green Dragon man's fortune, so both of them can benefit."
As she spoke, she slid her hand from my chest to my genitals, stroking the thick pubic hair. I was startled. Aunt Liu, you touched my penis! Aunt Liu then said to her daughter, "Your brother Mu is the Green Dragon, look at all this hair."
Oh dear, Aunt Liu, are you done yet? Are we three-year-olds? Do you need to explain things in such detail? Stop gesturing like that!
Aunt Liu continued, "These past years, I've been so worried, searching for so long without finding a Qinglong man. I never imagined my nephew would be one! I'm overjoyed. Now that you're together, I have nothing more to say. It truly seems to be fate. You are a benefactor sent to our family by heaven, a benefactor who has come to save us. I apologize for my earlier rudeness; I didn't know the situation. I only beg you, please, have sex with Feng'er a few more times in the future, okay? Please help our family..."
What kind of situation is this? A mother begging me to have sex with her daughter to ward off bad luck.
After Aunt Liu finished speaking, she looked at me expectantly. I looked at Feng'er; she lowered her head, her long hair obscuring her face. I could only see that the base of her ears was red, almost purple. After all, this was a very private matter, something that couldn't be discussed in front of one's parents, yet her mother was begging me—it was utterly unbelievable.
As I was deep in thought, Aunt Liu, thinking I disagreed, pleaded with me again, "Please, boy, promise me! It'll be good for you too; promise me you only need to sleep with Feng'er once a week."
I saw Feng'er's head droop even lower. Rural women don't say "making love," they say "sleeping," or, more crudely, "fucking. "
I quickly said, "Auntie, I'm sorry, that would be too unfair to Feng'er, she's only 17!"
Aunt Liu interrupted me, "Boy, what's unfair about it? I'm grateful to you! Feng'er's schoolwork has been neglected for a long time, and I haven't even thanked you for helping her catch up. Now you're helping us, not taking advantage of us..."
I said, "Okay, Auntie, I can promise. Not just once a week, even three or five times is fine, as long as you welcome me."
Aunt Liu smiled and quickly said some words of thanks.
Feng'er, do you know, your aunt, Teacher Liu, begged me yesterday to sleep with her once a week. Now your mother is begging me on your behalf! It's truly a double blessing! I'm enjoying the same kind of good fortune that Huang Taiji once enjoyed—having both an aunt and niece as my lovers. It seems Master Wu was right; without even leaving the village, I've already enjoyed the beauties of Xiuzhu and Xiumei, and Teacher Liu and Feng'er. It's truly an unexpected stroke of luck! I won't waste this life. Therefore, I must live healthily; perhaps even more beauties are waiting for me!
I looked at the sky; it was already morning. I was about to get dressed when Aunt Liu stopped me. She said, "It's still early; you can still…"
Ah, my dear Aunt Liu, I'm stunned! I almost fainted. It seems you truly love your daughter and family! Such unexpected good fortune—it would be impolite not to enjoy it. Since you've begged me, why should I be polite?
Aunt Liu tactfully went outside the shed to act as a lookout, so I could finally have a good time!
Last night the light was too dim to see Feng'er clearly, but this morning the room was bright enough for me to feast my eyes on her. What smooth, delicate skin! What a slender figure! Not an ounce of excess fat on her body, as if she were sculpted with a knife. Her long, flowing hair, like a waterfall of silk, smelled of shampoo—I smelled it all night! What clear, bright eyes! You are the symbol of purity. Those pearly teeth, those sensual lips—I've lingered with your tongue countless times. Your long neck, like a longhorn beetle larva, inspires so many beautiful fantasies. And look at those undulating breasts, those perfectly rounded peaks—the curve, the outline, they're like two yurts! I really want to crawl into those yurts forever and never come out, indulging in mare's milk wine. The slightly curved navel adorned her flat abdomen like a jewel, making it less monotonous. Then there was the alluring "golden triangle," unadorned, only a striking red and white. Without any tangled pubic hair to obscure it, it was simply a stroke of reality, delicate and refined. I loved this smooth vulva, loved this unadorned beauty. Just one look was enough to make my heart race. Thinking about enjoying this boundless spring every week, I was so excited I almost cried out.
Then, my hands, like my eyes, began to caress Feng'er's body. Feng'er trembled with excitement, unable to control herself. She cried out in a low voice, "Brother Mu, I can't take it anymore…give it to me…hurry…fuck me…it's so itchy…put your cock in…I can't take it anymore…"
Damn, girls these days are so wild. The moment they get into bed, they start talking about dicks, fucks, and cum. Then, my tongue, like my hands, began to caress Feng'er's body. Feng'er clung tightly to my neck, her voice rising. My tongue, like a spring breeze, swept across her face, her bright eyes, her arched eyebrows, finally reaching her sensual lips. I passionately sucked on her cherry-like mouth, our tongues intertwining, a jolt of electricity running through my body, numbing me completely. Feng'er and I couldn't help but cry out loudly. I deliberately made Feng'er's cry louder so her mother could hear, which would excite me even more. Feng'er cried out, her voice delicate and sweet like a nightingale's song, melodious and captivating. My tongue gradually slid down, reaching her white mounds, spinning like a top around her breasts, until it reached the tips. Those two tips responded to my touch, their tongues rising proudly, looking at me with smug satisfaction. What beautiful nipples! The nipples of my student, whom I see every day, were right in front of me. I was overcome with passion and took one of those firm nipples into my mouth, sucking half of her breast in as if it were full of milk. I sucked hard and hard, and Feng'er's cries were like those of a woman giving birth, high-pitched and deafening. As I sucked, I said, "Feng'er, your milk is so delicious, I'm almost full."
Feng'er said, "Teacher, don't say that, I'm so embarrassed, oh... it feels so good... Brother Mu... Teacher, hurry... fuck me, I can't hold back... give me your cock... it's so itchy..."
Hmph, it's not time yet, the main show is about to begin, but there's still a transition. When my tongue licked her key part, she couldn't help but let out a high-pitched cry. I remembered that her mother was eavesdropping outside, so I sped up. Later, it got faster and faster, and finally, with her scream, a gush of fluid wet my face, catching me a little off guard. "Oh no, so young, and she can already squirt?" Feng'er reached the peak of her orgasm, stretching out her limbs, eyes closed, a low moan escaping her throat.
Seizing the opportunity, let's go all in and make it real.
So, the penis began its new journey, entering the territory it had conquered. This new nest was so tight, gripping the penis firmly. Each time the penis entered, it struggled, and then it became angry, launching a fierce attack on the tight cunt. Under wave after wave of relentless assault, the cunt yielded, tears streaming down its face. The penis finally couldn't hold back any longer, collapsing. Was it the lustful fluid that moved it, or did it break it?
Feng'er's cries turned into screams, soaring to the heavens, shaking the mountains and rivers. Through the cracks in the shed, I saw Aunt Liu covering her ears, looking around nervously. She must have been afraid someone would follow the sound and come into the shed, causing embarrassment!
So, I said to Feng'er after she stopped screaming, "Little Feng, weren't you afraid Mom would hear you screaming so loudly?"
Feng'er hit me and said, "You bad boy, it's all your fault! You got the benefit and you're still acting innocent?"
I laughed uncontrollably.
After we finished having sex, the smoke cleared up, and we got dressed and tidied up before leaving the shed. Aunt Liu looked at her radiant daughter, her face beaming with joy. She squeezed my hand tightly and said goodbye. I stared blankly at the figures of the mother and daughter as they gradually disappeared, feeling a faint melancholy, a silent pain. Is this love? I don't know. All good things
must come to an end. People leave, buildings are empty, the play ends, the tea grows cold. Once my gentle hometown is gone, I feel a sense of loss and melancholy. But everyone has their own things to do; they can't be all lovey-dovey all the time!

Fifty, Returning to School, Massaging the Female Principal As

I moved my limbs, I looked out and saw distant mountains like dark eyebrows, like a beautiful woman with furrowed brows, so charming.
The sun was shining brightly, the air was fresh—what a beautiful day!
Suddenly, I remembered it was Monday, and I had to go to work, so I hurried home.
After explaining the situation to my mother, I hopped on my beloved motorcycle and headed towards school. This motorcycle was bought after my engagement; its brand-new appearance resembled that of a pure and innocent young girl—it seems everyone has a penchant for new things.
Good things come to those who are happy, and I've been quite changed by the romantic encounters I've had these past few days, developing a carefree and dashing air about me. At school, I ran into many classmates, especially the girls. They all looked at me with surprise and greeted me enthusiastically. Perhaps they were surprised: how could their once gloomy teacher have become such a different person in just over ten days, radiating energy and high spirits? In those years, because of poverty, my unmarried female colleagues wouldn't even give me a second glance, and I became a depressed and颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of being listless, dispirited, and demoralized) person. Now, with so many beautiful women appearing in my life, how could I not be excited and thrilled? Now, I actually feel a bit contempt for those arrogant female colleagues. Look at them! They're either short or look like Sister Feng (a Chinese internet celebrity known for her unconventional looks). The only redeeming quality they have is that they're officially employed teachers. Right now, I see you as dirt. I'm a bright young man with a future to explore. Many girls far more beautiful than you are vying for my attention. You're not even worthy of carrying my shoes. I utterly disdain you.
Just then, a short "Sister Feng" greeted me—something that had never happened before. Perhaps she thought I'd be incredibly grateful, but I replied curtly, without even looking up. Damn it, I don't even want to look at you. "Sister Feng," feeling slighted, walked away dejectedly.
At that moment, some sleazy male colleagues swarmed over and asked, "Are you bewitched by a vixen? Why haven't you come in so long?"
Someone else said, "You're working too hard; you need to rest."
These scoundrels, they never say anything nice, just tell dirty jokes. Are they even teachers? Heh, actually, I'm the same way.
A somewhat plump middle-aged female teacher came over to me and said, "Xiao Mu, where have you been? Looks like you've been to a 'gilded' salon. You look so different! You're so energetic!"
I smiled and said, "Fatty, it's been over ten days, your breasts seem to have gotten a bit bigger."
My words immediately caused a burst of laughter from everyone. The plump teacher came over and grabbed my neck, asking, "You little rascal, did you check? How do you know mine's gotten bigger? I'll strangle you today!"
I nudged her breast with my elbow, and she quickly let go, crying out in pain. Everyone burst into laughter. But then the plump teacher whispered in my ear, "My husband won't be home tonight, do you dare come?"
I was stunned. This old vixen was too fierce; I was a little frightened. The plump teacher laughed and left, leaving me completely bewildered. I hurried over and said to Sister Pang, "Sister Huang, what do you mean? I don't understand."
Sister Pang smiled and said, "Come, come to my house, I'll explain in detail. Besides, I need your help, okay?"
I asked, "What kind of help? You need my help?"
Sister Pang said, "My husband went on a trip, he's been gone for a month. Are there any chores you can help me with?"
I thought for a moment, helping someone is like being a Good Samaritan, and kindness leaves a lasting fragrance. Okay, I'll go help.
I entered Sister Pang's house and found it very tidy, showing that Sister Pang is very particular. The top of her grain sacks was open, and the grain was spilled all over the floor. She couldn't clean it up by herself, so she asked me to help. I squatted down and started helping Sister Pang pick up the grain. After picking up one sack, she had to pick up more. Sister Pang told me to pick it up myself while she went to get me a drink. After a while, she came back with two bottles of iced tea. She came to me and offered me a drink. I squatted down and looked up. The chubby woman was wearing an outer garment over a loose-fitting vest with many patterns, making it impossible to tell if she was wearing a bra. However, it seemed she wasn't, because I could see her large, loose breasts, clearly sagging. Following the loose clothing, I saw her breasts (they were so large and excessively sagging that I didn't want to call them "breast peaks," as they didn't deserve the name. They were so large they reached her waist, two enormous heads pointing downwards like eyes staring at me). Involuntarily, I reached up and grasped those enormous nipples. The chubby woman tried to struggle but didn't; she seemed quite pleased. She laughed, "Little glutton, haven't you ever seen one before? Touch it if you want, look how much you've been pent up!"
I reached up with both hands, one on each of her large nipples, and fondled, pinched, pulled, and tugged at them to my heart's content. The chubby woman groaned. I was puzzled: "I didn't see your breasts sagging at school, how come they've sagged as soon as you get home? Do you do magic?"
The chubby woman replied, "At school, not wearing a bra makes people laugh, but at home, I'm free, for comfort."
I joked, "Is it to seduce me, to make it easier for me to see? Your husband's been gone for so long, you've been thinking about it, haven't you? If you're thinking about it, just say so. I have plenty of weapons to help you solve your practical problems."
The chubby woman got angry and smacked me in the face with one of her large breasts. Seeing the nipple coming towards me, I took it in my mouth and said, "Thank you, chubby woman, for giving me such a plump breast, I accept it."
The chubby woman hit me with her other breast, but I grabbed it with one hand and took that nipple into my mouth as well. Now I had two nipples in my mouth; the chubby woman's breasts were so long that taking two was entirely possible. I started sucking frantically. What huge, full nipples! They could poke the back of my throat, completely filling my mouth. I can say these were the biggest nipples I'd ever seen, bigger than Cui Lan's, enormous. Tears streamed down my face, and Fatty Sister moaned contentedly, completely lost in the moment.
Just then, the principal sent someone to call me. Fatty Sister said regretfully, "That damn principal, why now of all times? Sigh, you should go to your political class."
Ah, the principal, that strong woman, "Yellow Witch" (our nickname for her). She was so domineering that many male teachers feared her. Because of her domineering nature, she divorced when she was thirty and raised her daughter alone. Over the years, she had been both father and mother to her child, enduring countless hardships. She finally managed to send her daughter to university, but she remained single. For some reason, she rejected many well-meaning people who introduced her to potential partners. Perhaps her ex-husband had broken her heart, and she dared not remarry, thus delaying her marriage until she was just over forty. She was capable and efficient, meticulous in her work, and commanded respect without being angry; many teachers dared not joke with her privately.
Once, a young teacher said to his colleagues, "The principal is so fierce, she must need some sex. Let's find a chance to have sex with her and see how fierce she is in bed!" Unexpectedly,
the walls had ears, and the principal overheard. The next day, the principal found the young teacher and asked, "I do need some sex, you come and have sex with me!"
The young teacher was so frightened that he ran away and was eventually transferred out of the school.
Because of her effective management, the school's academic performance consistently ranked among the top in the county, for which she received many awards. It is said that when the deputy county head in charge of education met her, he took a liking to her and made a request, which she strongly refused. She was so upright and incorruptible, so righteous that I was sometimes a little afraid of her.
Now that she's calling me, I should accept her criticism.
I entered her office. The furnishings, like her attire, were simple and unpretentious, not luxurious. She had short hair, and her eyes were bright and piercing, giving her an air of competence.
She asked me, "Why have you been gone for more than ten days? According to regulations, you have to apply to the Education Bureau for leave exceeding a week. What do you think we should do?"
I hesitated, "Principal Huang, I didn't know. I'm sorry, thank you for your understanding. I'll apply to the Education Bureau later."
Principal Huang looked at me and said, "Stop being so glib. I'm only a dozen years older than you. You can't address me as 'you,' don't shorten my lifespan. Don't flatter me. No need to apply, I've already taken care of it for you. You need to be careful not to leave your post for so many days without permission. We must love our jobs and be loyal to our duties..."
Then, she went on to say a lot about adhering to professional ethics. My ears were practically calloused from listening, but I had to pretend to listen attentively, nodding repeatedly in agreement.
After scolding me for a long time, Principal Huang asked, "Xiao Mu, how are the wedding preparations going? When will we have your wedding banquet?"
These words touched me deeply, a warm feeling flowing through my heart. It seems Principal Huang truly is a good principal, balancing kindness and strictness with her subordinates, and showing concern for their well-being.
I said helplessly, "Principal Huang, please forgive my predicament. Actually, my family is so poor that we can't even afford a thousand yuan. I think the wedding will have to wait until next year!"
I tried my best not to reveal my embarrassment.
Principal Huang said, "Sit down, I'll tell you slowly. You know, a wedding can't be neglected. When it's time to get married, it should happen. Money isn't a problem; we'll find a way to solve it. Tell me, how much money do you need?"
I looked at Principal Huang with suspicion. Was she going to lend me some? That would be wonderful!
I said softly, "Principal Huang, I'm short eight thousand yuan, I..."
Principal Huang smiled, "I thought it was tens of thousands! Okay, I'll lend you ten thousand yuan in the school's name. Is that enough? If not, I'll lend you some more."
I was so moved that tears welled up in my eyes. What a wonderful principal! She understands the people's needs and helps her subordinates solve their problems. I used to curse her, but thinking about it today, I feel so ashamed! I had misunderstood her. She criticized us because of work-related issues. As a leader, it's only right that we be criticized for our imperfections. If we put ourselves in her shoes, we could understand her difficulties as principal. Principal Huang, I completely understand you now. You've really had a tough job.
Seeing my grateful expression, Principal Huang smiled, "Xiao Mu, don't be like that. It's only right for colleagues to help each other. Just work hard from now on."
As she spoke, she coughed.
I quickly asked her, "You have a cold?"
Principal Huang said, "I slept very late last night and caught a chill. I feel so tired today."
I quickly picked up the thermos to pour her some water. There was some leftover cold tea in her cup. I picked it up to pour it out, but Principal Huang said, "No need to pour it out. I don't like hot tea. Just add some hot water to my cup."
I almost spilled it. I quickly straightened the cup, but then I slipped, and the cold tea and tea leaves spilled all over Principal Huang. I froze. How clumsy of me! I meant well but made a mess of things.
I quickly grabbed a towel and started wiping the spilled tea and tea off her, apologizing profusely.
Principal Huang laughed and said, "Xiao Mu, you're so clumsy. Your mother-in-law will scold you later."
I gave a wry smile.
The tea and water had spilled onto Principal Huang's chest, staining her blue suit. I hurried to wipe it off, not thinking about anything else. Unexpectedly, both my hands touched her chest. Ah, so soft, it felt like she wasn't wearing a bra. Ah, I suddenly realized I had touched Principal Huang's breasts, but Principal Huang didn't say anything and just stared at me. I gritted my teeth and insisted on finishing wiping her chest. I felt like I was picking lice off a tiger's head, afraid Principal Huang would scold me; she seemed quite refined. However, that soft, warm feeling had already made my penis as hard as iron.
Principal Huang took the towel from my hand and carefully wiped herself again.
She leaned back in her chair, stretched her arms, and pounded her shoulders with her fists, repeatedly saying how sleepy she was.
I quickly went behind her and said, "Principal Huang, let me give you a massage. Look how tired you are after staying up all night."
Principal Huang repeatedly said no.
I said, "Principal Huang, don't be so polite. I studied sports, martial arts, and massage in university. I can definitely relieve your fatigue and make you feel very comfortable."
Saying this, I placed my hands on Principal Huang's shoulders and began the massage.
I had made a mistake while pouring water earlier; now I was determined to use all my skills to make up for it.
I began a meticulous massage of Principal Huang's shoulders. What I learned at school really paid off; soon, Principal Huang let out a long sigh, repeatedly saying how comfortable it felt. She closed her eyes, looking quite content. Looking down, I kept catching glimpses of her full breasts, and a strange urge stirred within me—I really wanted to grab them and squeeze them, to see what it felt like to touch the breasts of a strong woman. After massaging for about ten minutes, Principal Huang grabbed my hand on her shoulder and said, "Alright, Xiao Mu, I don't need it anymore. Thank you so much, I didn't know you had this skill." Principal
Huang's hands were strong, just like her personality.

Fifty-one, Beating Up a Thug Wins the Principal's Favor .

Principal Huang stood up from her chair, but immediately slumped back down, pressing her lower back with her hand, saying, "It's so sore! Looks like I need to go to bed earlier from now on. One night of staying up late is like ten days of exhaustion!"
Ah, her lower back was so sore; should I massage it for her?
Well, I might as well go all the way and give her a massage. But she was a woman, after all. Would it be indecent of me to massage her lower back? You see, I've massaged my younger sisters' and older cousins' lower backs many times. I've heard that due to a woman's physiological structure, the lower back is most prone to fatigue. When I massaged my sisters and older cousins, they all groaned comfortably, proving my technique was excellent. So
I said to Principal Huang, "Principal Huang, let me massage your lower back. A tired lower back makes your legs tired, and you have no energy to walk. Look how tired you are!"
Principal Huang hesitated for a moment and said, "No need, you've been massaging me for over ten minutes, you should go and rest!"
"I'm not tired."
I quickly stepped forward and placed my hands on her lower back. She didn't refuse.
I began a simple massage on her lower back. Principal Huang let out a long sigh and said, "Great, that really helps, my lower back is so sore."
I had Principal Huang sit back in the chair, facing away from me. I pressed, squeezed, and kneaded her lower back, gently tapping it with my fist. It really worked! Principal Huang breathed heavily and hummed softly in pleasure. When I saw her round, plump buttocks, my mind wandered. Experienced men say that women with breast-shaped buttocks are alluring, the most arousing to men. Principal Huang, I don't know what you're thinking. Can you really endure over ten years of loneliness? How can you bear these physical and psychological needs? You're too harsh on yourself. A woman's youth is fleeting, yet you've neglected it. Alas, perhaps you're too much of a perfectionist.
Sometime later, my elbow brushed against Principal Huang's buttocks. She jolted awake, opening her eyes to look at me. I pretended to be nonchalant; otherwise, she might think I was making a fuss!
Did my touch create ripples in her calm heart? Otherwise, why would she react so strongly? Perhaps I should test her again. After a while, I casually nudged her with my elbow again. Her buttocks twitched slightly, but she didn't open her eyes to look at me. It seems her body, dormant for over a decade, still reacted strongly—so sensitive. So, during the subsequent massage, I deliberately touched her buttocks more than ten times with my arm. Each time, her buttocks would twitch, and her body would tremble. It seemed my plan had succeeded. Besides, it could also awaken Principal Huang's dormant soul, rekindle her romantic feelings, dispel her loneliness, and enrich her life.
After such a long massage, Principal Huang hadn't asked me to stop; it seemed she was too comfortable and couldn't bear for me to stop. So, I used all my skills, employing various techniques to bring her to the peak of pleasure. During this time, I pretended to accidentally bump her round buttocks several times with my arm. Her eyes were closed, and she hummed softly; it was clear she was suppressing something. Several times, I pretended to accidentally slip my hand onto her buttocks, then quickly removed it; each touch made her shudder. It seemed I had truly awakened her dormant soul and opened the door to her dulled heart. Just then, the phone rang at an inopportune moment, startling Principal Huang from her blissful state. She quickly stood up to answer it. I checked my watch—oh dear, she'd been vigorously massaging her lower back for over half an hour! It seemed Principal Huang was truly "lost in her own world." As she stood at the table to answer the phone, I suddenly noticed a large wet patch on the crotch of her trousers, clearly visible against her snow-white fabric. Ah, no wonder she hadn't stopped for so long; she'd gotten aroused. Who says strong women are always heartless? It's just that no one had knocked on her heart's door yet!
After hanging up the phone, Principal Huang turned to look at me, her expression brightening considerably. She smiled and said, "Xiao Mu, thank you so much! My back doesn't hurt at all anymore. You're really something; I never would have guessed. Your future wife is so lucky!"
I told Principal Huang, "Principal, whenever you're sleepy, I can give you a massage anytime. Don't be shy. Also, you should get some rest earlier; it's not good for your health."
Principal Huang smiled, "Thank you so much then." Then
she frowned and said, "Sigh, I didn't sleep well last night because of some thugs."
I quickly asked what happened.
Apparently, the day before yesterday, some thugs came to the school to harass students, demanding money from the boys and harassing the girls. These guys even brought knives to threaten them. Principal Huang immediately called the police station, but the officers said they were all on duty in the county, as provincial officials were coming to conduct research and wouldn't be back for three days. The only officer on duty at the station was an elderly, ailing officer who couldn't respond to calls. She was asked to wait a little longer. However, all the teachers in the school were timid and hesitant, and no one dared to step forward to intervene. Principal Huang was furious but powerless. Afterwards, she held a meeting and instructed the young teachers to intervene if the thugs came again.
But yesterday, those hooligans came again, and even groped a girl's chest in public, threatening to grope Principal Huang's chest as well. These guys were so arrogant, but none of the young teachers dared to stop them. Principal Huang was almost driven mad with anger. She held another meeting and criticized many teachers, but no one said a word. Principal Huang was very anxious about this and didn't sleep well all night. These thugs really know how to take advantage of the police station's loopholes.
Finally, Principal Huang said to me, "What if those thugs come again today? The police from the station are still on duty in the county all day. Sigh..."
Her face was full of anxiety.
I quickly said, "Principal Huang, I'm here. I'll handle it. I practiced martial arts in college; dealing with a few thugs won't be a problem."
Actually, before I started practicing martial arts, I was quite famous for fighting. My nickname was "Don't Die," and many people around my age had witnessed my prowess. After practicing martial arts, I became even more formidable. I won numerous awards in the university's combat competitions. My coach commented on my punches: accurate, ruthless, fierce, and powerful. However, I hadn't had a chance to test my skills since starting work here, so today was a good opportunity to practice on these thugs.
Principal Huang asked skeptically, "Are you sure you can handle it?"
I said, "Don't worry."
Before I finished speaking, the sound of speeding motorcycles and incessant honking came from outside. Principal Huang said, "Those hooligans are here again."
She stood up anxiously and was about to leave, and I ran after her.
I saw three motorcycles parked outside the locked iron gate of the school, and six strangely dressed young men jumped off, their hair flying wildly in all directions as if they had been electrocuted. Singing a vulgar tune, they all jumped over the iron gate. In no time, they were all over and rushed towards the principal. Brandishing short knives, they snarled at Principal Huang, "Don't bother me, or I'll rip your old widow's underwear off!"
Another thug said, "Watch out, if you interfere again, we brothers will gang rape her; she hasn't been fucked in ages."
Principal Huang was furious, his face turning ashen, unable to speak. The surrounding teachers kept their distance, watching the spectacle. Principal Huang looked at me.
I stepped forward and said to the thugs, "I'm xxx, have you heard of me? You'd better leave now and don't come back to school, or I'll beat you up."
A few thugs laughed loudly, "I thought you were the Minister of Public Security, so scary!"
Two of them lunged at me.
I dodged to the left, then kicked one of them in the groin, making him writhe in pain. I punched the other in the stomach, sending him howling in agony.
The other four thugs exchanged glances, pulled out knives, and charged at me. I crouched down, and they missed. By chance, one of the thugs lost control of his knife and injured another, who wailed in pain. I immediately swept two of them down with a sweeping kick, then kicked the remaining thug in the chin, sending him sprawling to the ground with a pig-like scream. The two thugs I'd swept away were struggling to get up when I rushed in and delivered two more kicks to their chests. I'd dealt with all six thugs in less than five minutes.
Just then, applause erupted across the campus. I looked around and saw all the students gathered together, clapping loudly, some girls screaming. Teachers in the distance were also clapping, and several girls, nicknamed "Sister Feng," were gazing at me affectionately. Looking at Principal Huang, her stern face, like the ice just melting in a spring river, was now full of smiles and gratitude. It seemed she would have run over and hugged me long ago if it weren't for the presence of so many people.
Six hooligans were crawling on the ground, clutching their wounds and groaning. One of them whispered, "I remember now, he's 'Don't Want to Die'!"
So he knew my nickname and still dared to cause trouble. A fierce-looking hooligan said menacingly, "You 'Don't Want to Die,' you wait, I'll be back tomorrow."
I smiled and said, "Come on, I'm waiting for you, I'm always ready, come on then."
The hooligans slunk away, and laughter filled the campus.
Everyone gathered around, whispering amongst themselves. Several bolder girls approached me. Xiaoli, the girl from a wealthy family, said to me, "Teacher, you're amazing! Have you ever practiced martial arts?"
I nodded. I saw Xiaoli's face filled with admiration, like she was surrounding a celebrity. The teachers all said I was the school's savior, and Principal Huang was so moved she couldn't speak. Many students asked me if I would teach them; they were willing to pay tuition to learn. I became the center of attention, and I couldn't handle so many people at once. I was very happy; I had been here for several years, and this was the first time I had received such attention.
"Ring ring!" A bell rang, and everyone went to their places, leaving only the principal and me. Just as I was about to go to the dormitory, the principal said to me, "Xiaomu, come here for a moment."
What was it about Principal Huang?
I followed her to the principal's office.
Principal Huang said gratefully, "Thanks to you, if it weren't for you, today's situation wouldn't have been resolved."
As she spoke, she warmly hugged me. I was stunned; I hadn't expected the usually serious Principal Huang to be like this. I felt the softness of her breasts, and a gentle tenderness, like that of Sister Huang, welled up in my heart. I was filled with emotion; it seems that one cannot stand without a skill. Just by showing off one skill, I had won the admiration of so many people, even the usually rigid Principal Huang was moved by me.
Principal Huang said, "It seems you have more than one skill; you know quite a lot."
As she spoke, a fleeting look of affection, the kind between a man and a woman, flashed in her eyes, but it vanished in an instant. My heart pounded.

Fifty-two. At night, at the female principal's house for a banquet

, Principal Huang finished speaking and walked to the safe in the corner of the room. She opened it, took out a stack of money, counted it, and said to me, "Xiao Mu, this is eleven thousand yuan. Ten thousand is for you, and one thousand is your bonus."
I took it, took out ten thousand yuan, and refused to take the one thousand yuan. Principal Huang declined, but I insisted on giving it to her. I said, "It's my duty to do something for the school, Principal Huang, please don't do this."
Principal Huang had no choice but to take the one thousand yuan. She looked at me with the eyes of a newlywed woman looking at her husband.
Nothing moves people more than genuine emotion, and Principal Huang was deeply touched by me. I never imagined that the intensive training I had with Xiuzhu, Xiumei, Teacher Liu, and Feng'er over the past ten days would change me so much, allowing me to understand women's hearts, to think what they think, and to be anxious about what they're anxious about.
Principal Huang then worriedly asked, "Will those thugs come again tomorrow?"
I replied, "Don't worry, if they come again, I'll handle them. Just call the police quickly; the police from the station will be on duty tomorrow, won't they?"
Principal Huang nodded in agreement, praising it repeatedly.
She then asked, "Why don't you substitute for the students in physical education from now on? You're more suited to it, and the students will learn a lot of practical things."
Substituting for physical education is a very relaxed job! There are only afternoon classes, no lesson plans to write, no exams on weekdays, and not much teaching workload. The high school entrance exam only tests three subjects, so three months of intensive training is enough. What an easy job! And the students are very enthusiastic about me; it's truly the right fit!
I nodded and said, "It all depends on the principal. I'll do whatever the principal tells me to do."
Principal Huang smiled and said, "You sycophant."
I asked Principal Huang if there was anything else, but he hesitated. Finally, I said goodbye and left.
That afternoon, I became the school's physical education teacher. The students were very happy to see me; they admired me greatly and didn't behave in any way. This was rare when other teachers taught physical education. In physical education classes, because it's all about activities, students' willfulness and unrestrained personalities often come out. If a teacher tries to regulate them, they might encounter resistance from some teenagers. But I, having already completely won over the students by disciplining some troublemakers that morning, they both respected and feared me, and dared not show any resistance.
As soon as the students saw me, they begged me to teach them martial arts. I decided to start with the basics, beginning with a few common footwork techniques. I taught the students horse stance, bow stance, jumping stance, etc., and I corrected everyone's incorrect postures one by one. Whenever I touched the girls' bodies, their faces would always turn red, and their hearts would beat so fast that you could see it through their clothes. These young girls, I didn't touch any sensitive areas, why are you so nervous? But seeing the little lolis's protruding breasts, my heart still felt like ants were slowly crawling. These vibrant young girls always stir my emotions. Suddenly, I saw Feng'er in the student group. Her breasts were perky, seemingly larger. Was it that men's hands were like baking powder, making them grow bigger? Those breasts, how many times had they been cleansed by my hands and mouth that night and dawn? Seeing those familiar breasts, my heart pounded. I wanted to turn back time, to relive that old dream again—how wonderful that would be! Suddenly, I thought, I could relive that dream with Feng'er in the dormitory! It wasn't impossible. I was excited by this idea. So, I looked at Feng'er. Her beautiful eyes were gazing at me with deep affection. Was she also thinking about that old dream? I hoped so. When love is deep, so is love.
Then I saw Xiaoli in the group, that delicate rich girl. She kept making mistakes while posing, whether intentionally or unintentionally, forcing me to correct her repeatedly. Once, while I was correcting her by holding her wrist, she lost her balance and fell against me, her soft breasts brushing against my hand. My face almost turned red, and I quickly helped her up. She blushed, staring intently at me, as if she had a thousand words to say. I knew she was like a raging fire, not to be touched easily; she was like a bundle of dry tinder, ready to ignite at any moment. Feng'er said that this girl had always liked me, and now, after seeing my wonderful performance, her heart was even more inclined towards me, but she just hadn't had the chance to express it. If there was an opportunity, perhaps a story would unfold between us, which would certainly be exciting and challenging. My little princess, please don't make any more mistakes, otherwise, everyone will see that you did it on purpose.
The bell rang, and the class dispersed. Some students asked, "Teacher, why don't you just teach us martial arts directly? What's the point of learning all this? It's exhausting."
I laughed: "Do you think learning martial arts is so easy? Without a solid foundation, it's impossible to progress step by step. Like building a house, you can't build a tall building without a foundation. When I was learning martial arts, I suffered a lot, but with hard work and passion, I finally achieved something. As the saying goes, 'One minute on stage requires ten years of practice backstage,' it's so true."
Many students exclaimed, "So difficult! I thought it was easier than studying! Oh dear!"
Some students said they were willing to learn no matter how hard it was, and even suggested that the teacher charge some tuition so everyone could have a better life. I asked the leader to organize all the students to sign up so I could earn some extra money to ease my financial straits.
I walked towards the teachers' office, to see a place I hadn't visited in over ten days.
The office was already packed, and as soon as everyone saw me come in, they started asking all sorts of questions. Their unanimous topic was that I was a hidden talent, that I actually possessed some amazing skills. I smiled and said it was nothing. Some suggested I become a bodyguard for some wealthy people; that would be exciting and I could earn a lot of money. Actually, I had considered it before, but that kind of life was too dangerous, and I didn't want to live that kind of life. I noticed a significant change in the way several female teachers looked at me; their eyes held a lot of warmth. I wondered if they regretted not choosing me
. One teacher asked if I had practiced qigong, and I replied that of course I had. "Practicing martial arts without qigong is like having nothing to show for it in old age." Then, he asked me to demonstrate the power of qigong in front of everyone. I had a colleague light a candle, and standing a meter away, I flicked my finger, and a wisp of wind blew out the candle, astonishing everyone. I then picked up a broom and hit myself on the head. Everyone screamed in surprise, but I was unharmed, while the broom shattered into pieces. Everyone was full of praise. Everyone said that in this society where the security wasn't great, knowing some martial arts was very necessary. Just then, a teacher said, "The principal is here."
We all fell silent when we saw her through the window.
The principal entered her office and chaired a meeting. The meeting praised me and criticized some timid young teachers. Hearing this, I quickly said, "Principal Huang, you can't really blame them. Those thugs were armed; it would be difficult for an ordinary person to deal with them."
Before I finished speaking, the young teachers gave me grateful looks. Principal Huang also summarized the meeting's agenda and expressed some hopes. In this way, I both united my colleagues and didn't isolate the principal. The principal gave me a deep look, and I could tell she approved of me.
After the meeting, it was already past 6 pm. Everyone was busy with their own work, and I was the only one with free time, so I headed to my dormitory. My dormitory was in a corner on the east side, the easternmost room, adjacent to the wall—it was quite secluded. The western neighbors were the girls' dormitory, three rooms side by side. The principal's original arrangement was for safety; each row of girls' dormitories had a male teacher's room. My roommate was a young teacher who had just taken his wedding leave, so the dormitory was temporarily empty, leaving me alone.
I opened the dormitory door and saw that almost everything was covered in a layer of dust. It had become like this after only ten days away; the environment was truly appalling. The doors and windows were old, with large gaps, and whenever the wind blew, the room was always foggy. Some dorm rooms had even used paper to seal the gaps. I was too lazy to bother with that. I started cleaning the dorm, and it took me half an hour to get the room sparkling clean. While cleaning in a corner near the door, I found a note. Hmm, who wrote this?
The note read: "Teacher, hello, I'd like to talk to you."
It was signed: "Guess." The delicate handwriting looked like a girl's. Who could it be? Was someone playing a prank? Whatever, I tossed the note into the bucket.
Feeling a bit tired, I lay down on the bed for a short nap.
While I was dozing off, my phone rang; it was a text message. Whatever, there are too many spam texts these days, either asking for invoices or claiming prizes. Unexpectedly, five minutes later, I received another text message. I was a little annoyed. Who could be so bored? I quickly grabbed my phone to check. Ah, it was from Principal Huang. The first message was: "Xiao Mu, I've prepared some food and drinks and invite you to dinner. Come on!" The second message was: "What, you don't want to?"
Ah, the principal invited me to dinner! I never expected this! I'm truly flattered. How could I refuse? I'd love to accept!
I hurried to Principal Huang's house.
It wasn't far; I just had to walk through an alley.
As soon as I knocked, a sheepdog rushed over, barking incessantly. The sound was deafening and terrifying. If there hadn't been a door, I would have been in serious trouble. Actually, thinking about it, it makes sense. For a single woman living here, having a big dog is quite necessary. After a while, the door opened, and Principal Huang came out. I was immediately struck by her appearance. She was dressed very fashionably and appropriately. Her suit was gone, replaced by very feminine clothing. Having grown accustomed to Principal Huang's solemnity, her sudden display of charm today was a bit overwhelming. She hugged the dog and quickly ushered me inside. The dog, a calf in size, was quite fierce, and I hurried inside.
Oh, Principal Huang's home was truly elegant! The walls were covered with calligraphy and paintings, and the bookshelves in the corners were overflowing with books; the air was thick with scholarly refinement. Everywhere was spotless, and a faint fragrance permeated the room. Stepping inside, I felt instantly more comfortable. A
lavish spread of food and wine lay on the kang (heated brick bed), as if waiting for me.
A moment later, Principal Huang entered. She took off her coat and sat on the kang at one end of the table. Her pale yellow sweater made her look very capable. Her shapely breasts were high and full. Usually, her coats didn't reveal much, but I hadn't realized her breasts were quite large. I tried hard not to look at those alluring areas; otherwise, Principal Huang would look down on me.
Such a beautiful night, such a warm atmosphere, such a tranquil environment, just the two of us, Principal Huang and I—could something be about to happen? My heart pounded.
I knew Principal Huang thought very highly of me; during my massage, some ambiguous feelings had quietly developed between us. She had invited me alone to her home tonight—that was the unspeakable premise.
The thought of sharing drinks with such a powerful figure, of things about to happen, made my heart race…

53. The Female Principal Breaks Her Rules

. Principal Huang hurriedly invited me to sit on the kang (heated brick bed) for dinner. I didn't stand on ceremony and got on. The dishes on the table were beautifully presented and delicious; my mouth watered. I was a little puzzled: Was Principal Huang such a good cook? So I asked, “Principal Huang, did you order takeout?”
Principal Huang laughed: “How could I have such good cooking skills? I simply ordered some dishes from a restaurant; I don't know if you like them?”
Ah, that's simple? Principal Huang is too modest.
I quickly said, "You've gone to so much trouble. A few dishes at home would have been fine; why order takeout?"
Principal Huang smiled, unscrewed the bottle, and poured me a small glass. Ah, a rich, fragrant aroma wafted up, invigorating my senses. This wine must be quite expensive. I took the bottle and glanced at it—wow, this wine must cost at least three hundred yuan! No wonder it smells so good! I said, touched, "Principal, you've gone to so much trouble to buy such expensive wine." Principal
Huang said, "A beautiful woman is given to a beautiful woman, and fine wine is given to a hero. Come, drink up."
I was too moved to speak. I took the wine bottle and said to Principal Huang, "Principal Huang, let me pour you a glass, you should have some too."
Principal Huang looked at me, hesitated for a moment, and then smiled, "I haven't drunk alcohol for more than ten years. Today, Xiao Mu poured me some, okay, I'll have a little, let's break the taboo!"
I quickly poured Principal Huang a glass, and then I raised my glass to Principal Huang and said, "Principal Huang, thank you for your timely help in raising money for my wedding; thank you for arranging such a sumptuous banquet for me. I'll drink to your help."
With that, I picked up my glass and downed it in one gulp. The mellow, fragrant wine filled my mouth and warmed my heart. It was truly delightful! A warm feeling spread throughout my stomach, and I was so moved I almost cried. You see, the principal never invites anyone to her house for drinks, not even once in over ten years. Today, I was invited—this was the first time ever! I felt incredibly honored!
I saw Principal Huang say, "Take your time."
Principal Huang raised her glass and said, "Xiao Mu, thank you for solving a huge problem for me. These past few days and nights, I haven't been able to eat or sleep properly because of those petty thugs. Today, I'm so happy. Xiao Mu, you're so talented! You massaged my shoulders and back, and I haven't even thanked you yet. I'll drink this glass to thank you!"
I said, "Principal Huang, if you can't drink, just drink a little."
But Principal Huang said, "Xiao Mu, you underestimate me, haha."
Saying that, she tilted her head back and drank the whole glass of wine in one gulp, without her face turning red or her breath coming in. That glass was about half an ounce, and for a woman to drink it all in one go was quite impressive!
I quickly said, "Principal Huang, you have a great capacity for alcohol."
Principal Huang smiled.
I quickly refilled Principal Huang's glass and poured myself a glass as well.
Principal Huang said, "Don't just drink. Come on, eat some food. Drinking on an empty stomach is the most harmful thing."
Saying that, she put a piece of food on my plate.
I quickly said no, but still put a piece of food on Principal Huang's plate. The food was delicious; it seemed, like the wine, it wasn't cheap.
The heated kang (traditional brick bed) was so hot that I was soon sweating as I drank the baijiu. I felt embarrassed to take off my coat, because I was only wearing a stretchy tank top underneath, and it would be indecent to take it off.
Principal Huang was very understanding. She said, "Xiao Mu, are you really that reserved? Don't be so shy. It's so hot at home, take off your coat."
Hearing her say that, I didn't feel embarrassed at all, so I took off my coat, revealing my well-defined muscles.
Principal Huang looked at me, a little stunned. Then she said, "No wonder you're so agile! Look how strong your muscles are, like a bodybuilder, so full of youthful energy!"
Her last sentence made me pause. When I saw the little girls on campus, I also thought to myself: how full of youthful energy they are! Does Principal Huang like me too? I didn't know what I was feeling; it was a very unfamiliar sensation.
Principal Huang refilled our glasses, saying, "Come on, let's keep drinking."
Wow, I never imagined Principal Huang could drink so much! Women who can drink are amazing!
I picked up my glass and downed it in one gulp. I felt that since Principal Huang had called me a muscular man, I had to show some manly spirit.
Principal Huang also finished her drink. She said, "I haven't drunk alcohol for over ten years, but I didn't expect my skills to still be there."
Principal Huang must have a hidden past!
I couldn't help but ask, "Principal Huang, you're really determined! I admire you for being able to abstain from alcohol for over ten years."
My words touched on a painful memory for Principal Huang, and her eyes blinked a few times, glistening with tears. After a while, she said, "Alas, the past is too painful to recall, a flood of tears."
I quickly said, "I'm sorry, I didn't know. It's my fault for being so talkative. Just forget about that painful past."
Principal Huang refilled our glasses again, but I dared not pour her any more, afraid she would get drunk. She'd drunk quite a bit; the bottle was almost half full. I quickly asked, "Principal Huang, are you sure you can handle this? If not, don't drink anymore."
I was afraid she was upset and might get drunk.
Principal Huang smiled; she was sitting on the kang (heated brick bed), even hotter than me. As she spoke, she took off a piece of clothing. She was only wearing a semi-transparent top, and a black lace bra was clearly visible, making her breasts appear even more steep and firm. My heart skipped a beat. Looking at her abdomen, it was completely flat, without an ounce of fat. Maintaining such a figure at 40 was truly remarkable. It seemed that after the divorce, she hadn't given up on herself or used overeating to vent her dissatisfaction.
Principal Huang said, "I don't drink because I'm afraid of bringing up painful memories. My ex-husband loved to drink, and I developed my drinking capacity from him. In the first few years of our marriage, we drank together almost every day, indulging in pleasure for a long time."
Ah, it seemed Principal Huang was really a little drunk; she could still talk about such things.
She continued, "But he was lazy and unambitious, spending his days drinking. I grew tired of it and stopped drinking with him. I then focused on my work, and later became a principal, with little time to spend with him. His drinking only intensified, and his temper worsened. We started arguing, which escalated to the point of violence. In a fit of anger, I divorced him. Later, I believed that alcohol was the cause of my family tragedy, so I vowed never to touch a drop of alcohol again. Unexpectedly, I broke my vow today."
It seems Principal Huang's family tragedy is different from the rumors. People mistakenly attributed it to her strong personality. Principal Huang was ambitious and wanted to prevent her husband from becoming decadent—what's wrong with that? As the saying goes, behind every successful man is a woman who silently supports him; conversely, behind every successful woman is a man who silently supports her. Principal Huang's man didn't support her; instead, he was fighting amongst himself. Anyone would want a divorce. I understand Principal Huang; she has a lot of grievances to share.
I told her all this, and then added, "Principal Huang, you can't say that alcohol is your family tragedy. Your ex-husband's personality destined your marriage to fail. You're a very kind woman; you didn't blame your ex-husband but instead attributed the problem to alcohol. Your ex-husband was truly blind to your worth; he must regret missing out on you for the rest of his life. You should move on from this gloom, don't be too hard on yourself, make more friends, and open your heart."
These words brought tears to Principal Huang's eyes. She moved from her seat opposite me to sit in front of me, hugged me tightly, rested her head on my shoulder, and began to cry. It was truly a sight to behold; even this tough woman's tears had a certain charm. Her breasts rubbed against my chest, their softness constantly striking my heart. My breathing quickened, and my penis grew increasingly erect. It seemed Principal Huang hadn't leaned on a man's shoulder in over ten years, hadn't shed so many tears in over ten years, and her long-held resentment had finally been resolved.
I held Principal Huang tightly, my hands stroking her back. Her sobs subsided, replaced by moans—moans of pure pleasure. My hands, like snakes, deftly slipped inside her clothes, caressing her smooth back. She held me tightly in return; it all felt so natural, so effortless, without any artifice. She moaned joyfully.
I cupped her face in my hands, gazing at her closely. Her dignified face was streaked with tears. I quickly pressed my face against hers, wiping away her tears. She was instantly overwhelmed with emotion, pulling my head close and kissing me fiercely. My passion was ignited, and I returned her deep kiss, then showered her hair, forehead, eyes, cheeks, and lips with kisses. She breathed heavily, moaning softly. Finally, our tongues intertwined, a tingling, electric sensation coursing through my body. Principal Huang's eyes were squinted, and she was moaning incessantly; her expression was one of utter ecstasy.
My hands, not to be idle, reached behind her and unbuttoned her bra. This was something I'd practiced with several people; otherwise, how could I have done it? I lifted her bra and placed my hands on her breasts. Her nipples bounced nimbly, tickling my hands.
I stopped our French kiss, lifted her clothes, and her two large breasts sprang before my eyes. Their conical shape was firm and upright, and the long nipples, like the eyes of a shy young girl, stared intently at me. I grabbed one and sucked wildly. Principal Huang cried out, "Ah!" She trembled violently, a trapped beast's roar escaping her throat.
She whispered, "Xiao Mu, slow down. I haven't enjoyed this feeling for over ten years. I can't take this stimulation! Let me enjoy it slowly, for a while."
I slowed down, my mouth still full of that long nipple, and mumbled, "Yes, Principal Huang."
"Don't call me Principal Huang… call me Sister Huang… just call me Sister,"
she murmured.
"Sister...I love you...I want to drink your milk, I'm hungry..."
"Xiao Mu...my good brother...okay...eat it...I love you so much...you're such a good brother to me..."
Suddenly, she unbuckled my belt, pulled out my penis, and started stroking it in her hand, moaning, "What a big thing..." Then, she also took off my pants, squatted down, and sucked on my glans with her mouth, her tongue licking here and there, feeling incredibly good! I pushed her to the table, laid her down on it, pulled down her underwear, and saw that thick black forest. Her vagina was already flowing with a lot of fluid. The little hole I had dreamed of inserting into countless times was finally open to my erect penis. My hands were on her huge breasts, my fingers pinching her nipples and massaging them hard. My penis was rubbing against the entrance, and Principal Huang was moaning loudly, twisting her body, and swinging her legs wildly. Seeing the moment was right, I thrust hard, and with a "plop," my large penis slid in. Principal Huang groaned even more violently: "Move faster... harder..." I began to thrust with all my might, my hands constantly playing with her large, mountain-like breasts.
Soon, I felt Principal Huang's vagina begin to twitch, gushing out a large amount of fluid. Principal Huang gripped my shoulders, twisting her body forcefully to match my thrusts. "Ah... I'm going to die..." Principal Huang cried out. Not yet satisfied, I pulled my penis out, pulled her up, and made her hold onto the table, facing away from me, her buttocks raised. I squatted down and licked her overflowing, wet opening with my tongue. She wiggled her hips, yelling, "Hurry up and put it in, I can't take it anymore..." I licked her for a while longer, until her upper body was already lying on the table. Only then did I stand up, cupping Principal Huang's large breasts in my hands, my penis aimed at her opening, thrusting straight in, all the way to the root. This time, her moans were even more stimulating.
Just then, the sheepdog in the yard jumped and barked, as if welcoming some guest. Immediately afterward, the phone rang. Principal Huang ignored it, still lost in our conversation. But the phone kept ringing, and Principal Huang finally reluctantly let go of me and went to the telephone.
"Ah, daughter, it's you, where are you?"
"Ah, you're outside the gate, okay, wait a moment, Mom will open the door for you in a bit."
After saying that, she hung up the phone and said, "Hurry up, Xiao Mu, my daughter is here."
Saying that, she started to quickly put on her clothes, and I quickly put mine on as well. After she finished dressing, she hid my wine glass, bowl, and chopsticks somewhere else.
I was frantic, pacing back and forth. I thought of climbing over the wall to escape, but there were dogs in the yard and her daughter outside the gate. If the dog barked, I'd be in trouble. What should I do? I hurriedly asked Principal Huang, "Where should I go?"

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