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Snow-white buttocks (Part 1)
I have always missed her—a teacher who taught me so much, her name was Fang Biru.
It was a time of great suffering. I was in a small mountain village in the south. It was early 1971, I was only fifteen years old, in the prime of my adolescence. I was in the first year of junior high school in the village. That spring, several "black five categories" elements were sent down from the city, including Teacher Fang Biru. Her father was a Kuomintang official who defected during the Liberation War. She had married a regimental commander in the People's Liberation Army. Now, this commander had been imprisoned for saying a few bad things about a central leader. Coupled with her Kuomintang father, she was inevitably sent down to our remote mountain village.

She was over forty years old at the time, and she looked very frail. The village chief was a good man and wouldn't let her do farm work, so she became our teacher, teaching all the classes. She was a graduate of Peking University, which was more than enough to handle us mountain village kids. This is also why I wanted to take the entrance exam for Peking University after the Cultural Revolution.

She was beautiful, everyone thought so. She must have been stunning in her youth. Even though she was forty and a mother of two, she remained captivating, with fair skin and a typical northern woman's features. Especially in our small mountain village, she was practically an angel.

She liked us, and we children liked her too. Her presence brought life to our small village, a stark contrast to the turbulent big cities at the time. I knew she cared about me because I was a special child. I wasn't talkative, but I excelled academically. My mother had passed away early, and my father was bedridden. I worked while studying, always ranking first in my class. The first time I saw her, I felt an instant connection, though I don't know why. Her gaze towards me was also somewhat special, as if she had seen me somewhere before.

She recognized my talent and hoped our small village could produce a university student—after all, our village hadn't produced a scholar in nearly fifty years. So she often gave me extra tutoring. By the time I was in the second year of junior high, I was already ranking in the top three in the third-year exams.

"Well done, Xiaoming, the hope of Nanshan Village rests on your shoulders. You must make your fellow villagers proud," she often said to me. I looked up at her beautiful and gentle face, and I was filled with hope for the future. But
what happened that night changed my entire life.
It was a sweltering midsummer night. One of my pigs had run into the field, and it took me a long time to herd it back. It was already late, and on my way back, I happened to pass by the courtyard where Teacher Fang Biru lived. It was quiet all around, but suddenly a faint sound aroused my curiosity. I couldn't help but climb up the mud wall and peek into the courtyard. In a corner of the courtyard, I saw a person squatting on the ground urinating. In the moonlight, her snow-white buttocks were vaguely visible, and with the faint sound of urination, my mind went blank, and my heart pounded wildly. Although there were two other female teachers living in the courtyard, I always thought that it was Teacher Fang Biru. My God, that snow-white thing in the moonlight was her buttocks! Suddenly, I felt an indescribable urge. My crotch instantly hardened, and my breathing became rapid and labored. At fifteen, I felt like I had matured overnight. Children in the countryside often witnessed donkeys and horses mating, so they matured earlier than city kids. I stared intently at that snow-white thing, afraid of missing a single detail, until she disappeared through the door. I didn't know if it was Teacher Fang Biru, but I forced myself to believe it was her. This gave me a strange sense of satisfaction. I went home in a daze. That night, I had a wet dream, a lot of it.

The next day in class, my heart raced whenever I saw Teacher Biru. I couldn't help but think of that snow-white bottom under the moonlight. That person was her, that noble and beautiful teacher. Under her skirt, that alluring bottom was visible. I dared not think about it anymore, yet I couldn't help but think about it. How I longed to see her every day! I even longed to be with her…

Once a boy's desires erupt, they become uncontrollable. I started having insomnia. Almost every night, I would run to her courtyard wall to spy on her, regardless of wind or rain. If I saw her, I would have a wonderful night; if I didn't, I would be sleepless. Spying on her from the courtyard wall had become a part of my life. Of course, there was a price to pay. My grades plummeted, and I couldn't concentrate in class. I stared intently at the teacher's plump buttocks, my mind filled with fantasies, and I couldn't concentrate on the lesson at all. Teacher Fang Biru noticed this as well. She talked to me, but I always stammered, so she decided to take action herself.

That night, I quietly went to the familiar courtyard wall again. Actually, she had been following me since I left home, but I was too excited to notice. When I climbed the mud wall, she emerged from the darkness. I stared at her in terror. She just looked at me without saying a word. I knew she must be very angry; her eyes were so complex, I couldn't understand them at all. I probably stood there stunned for a minute, then turned and ran away as fast as I could.

The next day, I didn't dare go to school. I ran into the fields, making sure no one could find me. I didn't return home until evening. She was sitting in my house, probably waiting for a long time. I stood frozen at the door. She came out, patted my head, and said softly, "Xiaoming, you must study hard. Don't think about anything else. You must make your parents proud, make Nanshan Village proud, you know? You're a smart child, you'll be successful. You must come to school tomorrow, don't be late." After saying that, she smiled and left. My nose suddenly stung with tears.

I returned to class, but I still couldn't concentrate. I forced myself to listen, but that inexplicable desire always took over. My grades improved somewhat, but not as well as before. Desire and ideals were intertwined, which was too difficult for a teenager. Nine days later, I finally couldn't resist anymore. I went back to the courtyard wall at night, but no one came out to urinate at night anymore. Teacher Biru was already on guard against me! A "what's the use" thought arose spontaneously. In desperation, I went even further and chiseled a small hole in the mud wall of their bathhouse at the east end of the courtyard. This way, after nightfall, I would peep at the three female teachers bathing through the hole. Although I couldn't see much in the darkness, I still used the sound of the flowing water and the vaguely visible skin to fuel my imagination. I seemed to see that snow-white buttocks again. When Teacher Biru came to bathe, I would take my hard penis out of my pants and rub it repeatedly until I achieved that moment of pleasure, ejaculating onto the yellow mud wall.

Women have intuition. One day, when I went to the mud wall again, I found that the small hole had been plugged with fresh mud. I looked around in terror, afraid that someone would emerge from the darkness again. Thankfully, no one did, and I quickly fled.
The next day, I went to class with trepidation. Teacher Biru was as usual, showing no signs of anything amiss. I felt a little relieved. Could it be that she was pretending nothing had happened to avoid being ridiculed by the other students? Young and impetuous, I didn't take Teacher Biru's good intentions seriously. I seized the opportunity and dug another hole, but two days later, the hole was plugged again.

I knew it must have been Teacher Biru, because if it had been any other teacher, I would have been reported long ago. If even one person had been hiding there, I, completely unprepared, would have been caught red-handed, and the outcome would have been predictable. But no one had. So I knew it must have been her. She must have wanted me to quietly retreat, return to the classroom, and become a good student. I wanted to, but I could never do it. I was like an addict, hopelessly addicted. Only when the day of true liberation arrived.

That day finally came.
On a gloomy early autumn afternoon, a torrential downpour was imminent. All the men and women in the village were mobilized to the fields to rush the harvest; if they didn't finish before the storm, all their hard work over the past six months would be for nothing. The village was deserted. I secretly slipped back. I was going to chisel another hole in the bathroom roof. This time, I was bolder; I wanted to go inside the bathroom and find a more effective method.

So I entered that shower room for the first time—Teacher Biru's shower room. I nervously pressed myself against the wall, in a place where I wouldn't easily be noticed. Finally, I found what I thought was their blind spot and started taking out my tools to make a hole. Just as I was working hard, Teacher Biru returned. Perhaps I was too engrossed in my work, because I didn't even notice her. When I turned around, she was already standing behind me.

I stared at her blankly. She was covering her fingers, and there was a strip of cloth wrapped around the index finger of her left hand. She must have injured herself while harvesting and had come back to bandage it. She was also looking at me, her eyes filled with a complex emotion—perhaps sadness, perhaps pity, perhaps anger, I didn't know. But she didn't speak. Suddenly, a surge of courage welled up inside me, and I shouted, "Teacher, I'm just here to use the toilet!" As I said this, I turned my back to her, unzipped my pants, took out my genitals, and started to urinate.

I was really worried I wouldn't be able to urinate and would embarrass myself in front of the teacher, but I pushed hard and managed to urinate. After I finished, I breathed a sigh of relief, zipped up my pants, turned around, and walked away without even glancing at her. Actually, my heart was pounding. I really didn't know what to do next. But I had only taken a few steps when I heard Teacher Biru sigh behind me, and a soft voice reached my ears, "Xiaoming, you are my student. I have a responsibility to take care of you and to be responsible for everything you've done." I stopped abruptly and turned around. Teacher Biru had her hands on her chest, unbuttoning her shirt, revealing her snow-white neck. My mind flashed to the image of her white buttocks under the moonlight. I felt a buzzing in my head, and all my blood rushed to my head. I rushed over and pushed Teacher Biru down onto the soft, damp sand in the bathroom.

"No, no, Xiaoming, not here, no..." she cried urgently, but her voice was very low, sounding to me like a moan. I didn't care about anything else; I felt a strong urgency. I frantically tried to tear off her shirt. She instinctively tried to stop me, but didn't dare to use too much force. We pushed and shoved each other for a while. She probably realized that this would waste more time, so her resistance weakened. I was finally able to tear open her shirt, revealing her white belly and a white embroidered bra. My penis immediately became hard, and I pulled down my pants... With my head held high, I don't know where the strength came from, I ripped her bra off in one go. She screamed "Ah!" and instinctively covered her chest with her hands. I roughly pulled her hands away, and a pair of full and white breasts jumped out. What a beautiful pair of breasts they were! Although they had sagged a little, they still looked so full, especially those two dark red nipples, which made me want to swallow them whole. This was the first time I had ever seen a woman's breasts so clearly. I swallowed hard, immediately leaned down, bit one of the nipples, and began to suck greedily.

"Xiaoming, no, this, this will be seen, no, Teacher will give it to you, let's go inside, not here, I..."
But I couldn't care less about any of that. The forbidden pleasure had made me forget everything. I lay on top of Teacher Biru, sucking on her breasts, my hands impatiently groping her body. She struggled a few times, but to no avail, and slowly calmed down. My right hand took the opportunity to slip into her trousers, and with a forceful pull, the waistband was pulled down to her waist. I sat up, grabbed the teacher's waistband, and pulled it down forcefully. The teacher consciously lifted her buttocks, and the entire trousers were pulled down in one go, revealing two slender thighs. Her legs were very white, her skin glowed, and her legs were tightly pressed together. I stared at her long legs for a few seconds, swallowed, and immediately bent down again, grabbing the only remaining piece of clothing on her body: her red underwear.

Just then, she suddenly grabbed my hands tightly, preventing me from moving an inch. I tried to pull her away, but couldn't budge her. I didn't know where she got such strength. My eyes reddened with anxiety, and I gasped for breath, staring intently at the teacher lying on the ground. She was also panting, meeting my gaze with fear and unease in her eyes. But after a while, that fear and unease disappeared. She closed her eyes and helplessly released my hands. I couldn't wait any longer and pulled and swung her hand. Her red underwear fell silently to the ground, and Teacher Biru silently unfolded her body, lying there like a pure white statue.

Snow-white buttocks (Part Two)
The world seemed to disappear in an instant. I stood there for a few seconds, my thoughts seemingly frozen. I saw a woman's vulva for the first time, and it was Teacher Biru's vulva! I couldn't believe it was real. That was the woman I had been longing for! This was my beloved Teacher Biru! Her body, her skin, were right before my eyes. Heavens, I couldn't take it anymore!

I hurriedly pulled down my pants, my penis already as hard as an iron rod. I pounced on her, pressing myself against Teacher Biru's body. Her body was warm and smooth, enveloping me gently like lake water. I kissed and groped her wildly, her full breasts and long legs driving me mad. I bit and scratched like a hungry wolf. She turned her head away, closed her eyes, and dared not look at me, her lips pressed together, letting this fifteen-year-old boy vent his desires on her body.

I don't know how I found that spot the first time. I just randomly thrust between Teacher Biru's legs. At first, she instinctively resisted, always unconsciously tightening her legs. But after a few thrusts, she finally slowly parted her legs and bent her knees. Just then, I felt as if I had hit a small hole, and the flesh there sank in. I heard Teacher Biru immediately cry out "Ah!" I didn't care whether I had found the spot or not, I just thrust in recklessly.

"Ah... Xiaoming, you... you be gentle, don't..." Teacher Biru bit her lip, her face full of pain. Her vagina was still very dry, but as a novice, I didn't know anything about such things. Half of my glans went in, and I straightened up, forcefully pushing the other half in as well.

"Ah!" Teacher Biru cried out in pain, her waist tensed up, and her entire waist instinctively lifted up. Her vagina gripped my glans even tighter. The intense pleasure made all the blood vessels in my body swell. I pressed my hands on Teacher Biru's shoulders and thrust my lower body in inch by inch. Teacher Biru's brows furrowed, and large beads of sweat seeped from her forehead. I knew she must be in a lot of pain because her vagina was so dry, and my penis was so hard. Amidst her series of moans, my penis finally went all the way into Teacher Biru's vagina! She breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense body slowly relaxed.

At this moment, my penis was completely enveloped by Teacher Biru's tender flesh. An unprecedented feeling spread throughout my body, truly like a dream. Those warm, tender flesh tightly gripped my penis, opening and closing with her rapid breathing. This feeling was so wonderful. The beautiful Teacher Biru lay beneath me, and I had completely entered this motherly teacher's body. She was old enough to be my mother, yet I was so infatuated with her, even madly in love with her. And she, to prevent this ignorant child from falling into depravity, had offered her pure body. At this moment, even if it meant death, I would be willing!

Like a wild beast, I straddled her and began to thrust wildly. She gritted her teeth, silently enduring my impact. Her full breasts rippled with my thrusts, the fragrance emanating from her body, the waves of pleasure from the friction of her vagina constantly pushing me to climax. Suddenly, the image of that snow-white buttocks under the moonlight that night flashed through my mind again. God, my endurance had reached its limit! I felt like I was going to explode. I'd only thrust a few dozen times, and I couldn't hold back anymore! With all my might, I thrust my penis into Teacher Biru's vagina one last time. The pent-up desire of over ten years erupted in that instant. I couldn't help but cry out, "Teacher Biru!" Hot semen gushed out like a flood, shooting straight into Teacher Biru's uterus, and continuing to gush for many times before stopping. Her snow-white buttocks vanished from my mind in an instant. My body went limp, panting heavily, collapsing onto Teacher Biru, motionless for a very long time

…
When everything calmed down, I felt an unprecedented sense of comfort. My penis withdrew from Teacher Biru's vagina. She pushed me away, sat up, and turned to the side, beginning to search for her clothes on the ground. I noticed a lot of wet sand stuck to her back. My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't help but reach out to pat the sand off her back. She turned her head, her eyes filled with tenderness, and said softly, "Xiaoming, it's getting late. Everyone will be back soon. Hurry up and get dressed."

"Okay," I murmured in response, but my hand didn't go down. I continued to pat the sand off her back. Her back was smooth, and now I could observe her figure more closely. Her curves were beautiful, though her waist was slightly fuller, which only accentuated her maturity and captivating charm. I stared at her, mesmerized, my hand sliding down to her buttocks. This... this was the snow-white thing under the moonlight! A surge of heat coursed through me, and my breathing quickened. I gently caressed her; her buttocks were smooth and soft. Suddenly, I felt an urge to embrace those alluring buttocks, and my young penis instantly became erect again.

Teacher Biru sensed my caressing her buttocks. She finished putting on her top and turned around. When she saw my erect penis, she was startled. "Xiaoming, what's wrong?"
I hugged Teacher Biru tightly. "Teacher, I...I want more, Teacher, I...want..."
Teacher Biru gently stroked my hair and said softly, "Don't do this, Xiaoming. Everyone will be back soon. You have to leave, understand? Don't be stubborn, be good."
I knew that if I let go, I would have no chance. Desire had spread throughout my body; I couldn't control myself. I held her tightly. "No, I want it, Teacher, I really love you, Teacher, I want you, really, Teacher. I love you!"
"No, Xiaoming, don't say things like that. You're still a child, you don't understand what love is yet. I know it's easy for you to overthink things at your age. Teacher can help you, you know? Teacher is much older than you, I could be your mother. You'll have a girl you like someday, she'll be about your age, you understand? That's love. I know you like teacher, and teacher likes you too, because you're a good boy, be good. Get up."

"No, teacher, I really like you," I hugged Teacher Biru, desperately acting like a child, while my hands were restlessly rubbing her bottom.
"Xiaoming, don't do this, be good, don't do this," Teacher Biru struggled, trying to remove my hands, but she couldn't. I pleaded with her, and her struggles gradually stopped. Anyway, she had already made a mistake once, what did it matter if she made another one? She finally sighed helplessly and said softly, "I really don't know if I owed you something in my past life. Okay, Xiaoming, you have to promise me you'll study hard from now on, okay? What happened today is only between you and me. You can't tell anyone, understand?"

I nodded vigorously and pushed Teacher Biru to the ground again. I climbed on top of her, unbuttoned her newly put-on top, and her beautiful body was revealed once more. This time, she took the initiative to reach out and grasp my penis, guiding it to her alluring entrance. "Xiaoming, come on, you..." "Let me absorb all your sins. Remember, you must be obedient from now on, understand?"

I hummed in agreement, and with a thrust of my hips, my thick penis entered Teacher Biru's body in one go. Since we had just finished, her vagina still contained a large amount of my semen, and the friction of my penis also brought her some pleasure. Her vagina was already very wet, and I entered smoothly, experiencing that heavenly feeling once again. I thrust forcefully, carefully savoring the sensations I hadn't experienced before, and fully releasing my desires.

And she, my Teacher Biru, was like a giant sponge, absorbing all the sins within me, and like a loving mother, protecting an ignorant child.
She no longer lay there quietly as before; she began to rhythmically cooperate with me, even guiding my movements. Her vagina sucked on my penis, which felt very good. Under her guidance, I thrust into her body repeatedly, my lower abdomen hitting hers with a "slap slap" sound. A lot of fluid flowed out of her, running down her snow-white buttocks, which looked incredibly alluring!

So, in that cramped bathroom, a fifteen-year-old boy was venting his desires on a woman who could be his mother—what a sight!
We were both getting into the swing of things, and Teacher Biru began to moan softly,
"Ah...ah...ah...steel...ah...steel."
I didn't know who "steel" was, but I thrust even harder, each time penetrating Teacher Biru's vagina. Her face flushed, her black hair fell loose, her eyes were languid, and she was panting heavily—she was incredibly beautiful. She even hugged my neck, wrapped her legs around my waist, and I thrust wildly into her again, holding her waist.

I couldn't help but cry out passionately.
"Teacher... Teacher..."
"Ah... Ah... Steel... Ah..."
Finally
, the moment came. Her hands suddenly grabbed the muscles on my back, her head tilted back, and her legs tightly clamped around my waist. "Ah..." she cried out. With her grip, I felt a hot rush to my glans. I couldn't take it anymore. I let out a roar and slammed Teacher Biru to the ground. My semen gushed out, all of it shooting into Teacher Biru's vagina. We gasped for breath and hugged each other tightly...

Snow-white buttocks (Part 3)
When the footsteps of the commune members sounded outside the courtyard, I hurriedly got off Teacher Biru. We dressed in a panic, and I fled the courtyard like a child who had done something wrong. I ran and ran like my life depended on it. I rushed home, lay down on the bed, panting heavily, my mind blank. My whole body felt exhausted; I couldn't believe what had just happened was real. I savored the memory of her warm body, her smooth skin, and that enchanting little hole, feeling an immense sense of satisfaction.

That night, I slept exceptionally well—the first time I'd slept so soundly since meeting Teacher Biru. I didn't dream of anything.
The next day, I went to class with very mixed feelings. When I saw Teacher Biru, I didn't dare look at her. She seemed as if nothing had happened, as calm as ever, but I could still sense that she was avoiding my gaze; she seemed to be trying hard to appear calm. But I was different. When my eyes met her body, my heart still couldn't help but pound wildly.

My grades started to improve again, but on the day I transformed from a boy into a man, my body underwent subtle changes. I often craved that kind of cathartic release; I couldn't help myself, I couldn't resist it. I think no one could resist it. Once the physical barriers are broken, there's no turning back. Otherwise, our great Chairman Mao wouldn't have married so many wives.

Another ten days or so passed, a long period for me. I don't know what I was thinking; I was just eagerly anticipating, hoping something else would happen. I knew things couldn't stay this way forever; if it happened once, it would happen again. What's meant to happen will happen.

After the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, the school often organized us to help the commune members thresh grain. We were happy to be exempt from studying. That day, after threshing the grain, it got dark, and everyone went home. We students packed up our tools and followed the teachers back to school. Halfway there, we heard Teacher Biru exclaim "Oh!" A female teacher quickly asked what was wrong. Teacher Biru said that she had dropped something in the threshing ground and that we should go back to school first. After saying that, she hurriedly returned to the threshing ground.

The students went back with the teachers, but my heart suddenly started pounding. I lied and pretended to go home, but as soon as I was out of everyone's sight, I turned around and ran back to the threshing ground. As I approached the threshing ground, I slowed my pace and peered over the wall. Teacher Biru wasn't there; I could only hear sounds coming from the earthen house where the grain was stored. I jumped into the threshing ground, reached the edge of the house, and peeked inside. Teacher Biru was there, searching for something. She found a pile of grain, suddenly exclaimed in surprise, picked up a small object, examined it carefully, wiped it, and put it back in her pocket. Just then, I reached the ventilation shaft of the earthen house. She looked up and saw me.

"Xiaoming? What are you doing here?"
"I..." I stammered, unsure what to say.
Teacher Biru seemed to understand something and said, "Xiaoming, it's getting late. Go home; your father is waiting for you." She pulled me aside, ready to leave.
I knew this was a golden opportunity, and suddenly, with a surge of courage I don't know where it came from, I hugged Teacher Biru tightly. "Teacher, I... I really missed you. I..."
"No, Xiaoming, don't do this. You're not a child anymore; you should be more sensible."
"But you said you'd do whatever I wanted, Teacher, I really like you." Seeing that no one was around, I became even bolder, holding Teacher Biru tightly and refusing to let go.
"Xiaoming, no!"
I inhaled the faint fragrance emanating from her body, and my blood began to boil. How could I let go at this moment? I hugged Teacher Biru recklessly and pushed her into the mud house. She couldn't bear it and stumbled back a few steps, crashing into a haystack. I pinned her against the haystack, and took the opportunity to slip my hands inside her shirt, groping her full breasts.

"No!" In her panic, Teacher Biru slapped me. I froze, standing there, covering my face, at a loss for what to do. In my anxiety and anger, feeling as if I had been wronged, tears welled up in my eyes.
Teacher Biru was also stunned. She composed herself and said, "Xiaoming, don't you think this is cruel to Teacher Biru? Do you think Teacher Biru feels any better? How does she feel about you acting like this?" Her three consecutive questions stunned me and even brought Teacher Biru to tears. Seeing Teacher Biru in tears, I panicked. I quickly went over and helped Teacher Biru to sit down by the haystack. I wiped away her tears and said, "Teacher Biru, I know it's my fault, but I really can't concentrate on my studies right now. My mind is in turmoil." Teacher Biru looked at me with her red, tear-filled eyes, gazing deeply into my eyes, and said, "It's all Teacher Biru's fault. I've set a bad precedent for you." I hurriedly said, "No, it's my fault. I've been overthinking all the time, and Teacher Biru has to worry about me." Hearing this, Teacher Biru was moved and hugged me tightly. I hugged her back just as tightly, and we seemed to become much closer all of a sudden.

As I savored the fragrance wafting from Teacher Biru's hair, she said in a soft, melancholic tone, "If you still want it, Teacher Biru can help you… but I have two conditions." I was surprised, but still pretended to be calm and said, "Go ahead, Teacher Biru." "First, you must study hard; that's your biggest task right now. Second, from the first day I met you, I felt a sense of closeness with you, which is why I'm helping you. But Teacher Biru and I can't really have anything going on; you should understand that, okay? Our relationship will always be that of teacher and student, do you understand?" Looking into Teacher Biru's eyes, which seemed to be glistening with tears, I said, "Teacher Biru, I know." "Silly child, Teacher Biru wants you to improve. Don't worry, Teacher Biru has made her decision; just don't let your father or anyone else know." At that moment, what could I say? Teacher Biru closed her eyes, and I quickly pushed her to the ground.

"Xiaoming, someone might come, you...you need to hurry."
"I know.".......
I took off Teacher Biru's outer pants, and Teacher Biru's plump thighs were laid out in front of me. She wouldn't let me take off her top, so I could only rub her breasts through her clothes. I stroked them up and down, and finally decided to pull down her underwear. As the last piece of Teacher Biru's body was removed, the body of a middle-aged woman was finally completely revealed to me. It was getting dark, but I could still clearly see that her mysterious area had a few pubic hairs, neatly arranged in an inverted triangle. I spread Teacher Biru's thighs, and I saw a brown slit between her legs. I knew that was a woman's vulva. This was what I had been dreaming of for the past ten days. I was so excited that I didn't know what to do. I stroked her thighs, feeling her silky smooth skin, and my lower body immediately became hard. Under my caresses, her breathing began to become rapid.

I quickly took off my own clothes and pounced on her. I rushed over and pressed my body against Ms. Biru's. This made me understand what love truly meant. I lay on top of her, kissing and caressing her for a while until my penis was unbearably throbbing before I began my assault. After what happened last time, I thought I could find my target immediately, but Ms. Biru was drowsy and motionless, and I couldn't find the right spot. I tried several times without success, and I was sweating profusely with frustration.

Then, Ms. Biru's hand moved, seemingly guiding my penis. I found the spot instantly, and with a thrust, my penis entered a wonderfully pleasurable place. It was wet and tightly enveloped me, and I came again. It was so wonderful.
Then I glanced at Ms. Biru and saw her biting her lip, her brow furrowed, as if she was enduring something. I realized that Ms. Biru was also feeling something, and that her earlier thrust had been intentional. Excitedly, I kissed Ms. Biru. But when I kissed Teacher Biru's lips, her tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and her tongue began to passionately intertwine with mine, more passionate than ever before, and a moan escaped her throat. So Teacher Biru had been holding back her moans all along.

I placed my hands on her waist and began to thrust forcefully. With each powerful thrust, Teacher Biru's breathing and moans grew stronger, and my body felt light again. Having experienced this before, I had learned to control my ejaculation, and I managed to suppress my urges several times. Teacher Biru
's vagina began to wet and glisten.
I thrust into her again and again, releasing my desires to my heart's content. My penis was red and hot from the deep penetration. I don't know how many times I thrust, and Teacher Biru's lower body was soaking wet.
Right there on the dry grass in this earthen house, I had Teacher Biru again, a fifteen-year-old boy, venting my desires on her body.
Suddenly, Teacher Biru hugged me tightly, her vagina contracting violently several times. She seemed to have exhausted all her strength, and then went limp. I could no longer suppress the urge to ejaculate, and a stream of semen shot deep into Teacher Biru's vagina like a bullet.

Snow-white buttocks (Part Four)
After I ejaculated all my semen into Teacher Biru's vagina, I was exhausted. I lay on Teacher Biru's body, unwilling to leave for a long time. I was panting heavily on her body, and Teacher Biru also lay weakly. After a long time, I noticed that Teacher Biru opened her eyes and was looking at me. There was something complicated in her eyes, which made me a little flustered. I asked softly, "Teacher Biru, are you angry?" "Angry about what?" "I did that to you again..." Teacher Biru smiled and said, "I know, young people are bound to be impulsive. I don't blame you, especially a child your age. Sigh. I said I have a responsibility to help you. As long as you can study hard, I will be at ease."

At this moment, Teacher Biru and I both felt very wet and cold in our lower bodies. I looked down and saw that our lower bodies were almost soaked. There was a large wet patch on the dry grass on the ground. Our bodily fluids mixed together, making our pubic hair stick together in clumps. My once-proud penis now hung limply between my legs.

Teacher Biru blushed when she saw me looking at her. "Xiaoming, it's getting late. Let's go back." With that, she pushed me away, turned around, and fumbled for her pants. She stood up, her two long, straight, snow-white legs flashing. Imagining myself still between her legs, I felt a surge of desire, but I restrained myself. Teacher Biru quickly put on her pants, dusted off the dry grass, and watched as I dressed. For a moment, there seemed to be nothing more to say, and the two of us silently left the mud house…

Once that layer of ice was broken, things seemed to suddenly become much easier. Young and full of energy, coupled with the forbidden pleasure of first-time experience, I was captivated, more intense than drugs. I was hopelessly addicted. I studied diligently to please Teacher Biru and put her mind at ease, and the only encouragement I received was the occasional granting of my requests. She showed me affection, concern, and a mysterious, indescribable feeling, as if it had been there for a long time, but I couldn't put it into words. So, when I persisted, she would always soften and agree to my requests, as if I were a spoiled child. Thus, whenever there was a chance to be alone with Teacher Biru, in those secluded places—in the ravines, in the woods, in the threshing ground… our intertwined figures would be left behind. I found satisfaction from her time and time again, sinking deeper and deeper into depravity. My eyes and heart were only for Teacher Biru; I couldn't even look at other girls, considering them all vulgar. Teacher Biru's maturity and her voluptuousness were like a magnet, deeply attracting me. At that time, I thought I would never love another woman in my life.

I fervently desired her body. One day after school, I deliberately stayed behind to help Teacher Biru collect homework, and I collected it very slowly, until all the other students had left. Only the two of us remained in the classroom. I put the homework aside, rushed to the podium, and hugged Teacher Biru tightly, eagerly wanting her.

Ms. Biru was startled and said, "Good girl, go collect the homework. This is a classroom, don't fool around here." But my lust was already rising, and I was still hard, so I held onto Ms. Biru and said, "Ms. Biru, I want it. There's no one here anyway. I really want it, it'll be ready in a bit." Ms. Biru flicked my forehead and said, "But you know this is a classroom." I said, "It's okay, give it to me, good teacher." Before I finished speaking, I had already slipped my hands inside her bra, caressing her full breasts.

My hands roamed over Ms. Biru's breasts, arousing her lust as well. Her two round, large breasts began to swell and harden under my touch, and her legs began to loosen. Finally, she sighed and said, "Sigh, I don't know if I owed you something in my past life, I really can't do anything with you. But, Xiaoming, you'd better hurry up." As she spoke, she turned around, placed her hands on the podium, and turned her back to me. I felt like I had received a royal decree. Coincidentally, Ms. Biru was wearing a skirt that day, so I immediately helped Ms. Biru lift her skirt and pulled her panties down to her knees. Her legs parted a little, and her full vulva was revealed before my eyes. Her snow-white buttocks and slender thighs made my penis swell even more! I tried to keep Ms. Biru's thighs spread as wide as possible and intentionally probed her vagina with my hand, gently thrusting in and out.

"Xiaoming, don't do this, you have to hurry, someone will come. I..." Ms. Biru said anxiously. Actually, I didn't want to wait too long either. I was already aroused to the point of almost losing control by her seductive posture. If I didn't penetrate her soon, I wouldn't be able to hold back. I took off my pants, took out my penis, aimed it at Ms. Biru's vagina, and forcefully thrust it in.

"Ah..." Teacher Biru cried out in pain. Her vagina was still a little dry, so it hurt a bit, and even my penis hurt a little, but I couldn't care less. I thrust hard, pushing my penis forcefully into her vagina. Teacher Biru gripped the edge of the lectern tightly with both hands, desperately trying not to make a sound. But I thrust in quickly and deeply, and she couldn't help but moan. Her vagina was very tight because her legs weren't fully open, and I almost ejaculated because of this new position and forbidden pleasure. It felt so good. My penis began to thrust rapidly, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, left and right. The extreme pleasure made Teacher Biru extremely happy, and she began to moan softly. At this point, we had thrown the order of morality to the winds. She eagerly enjoyed this rare pleasure, her body responding to each of my thrusts. I held her snow-white buttocks, constantly impacting the slippery ground between her legs. Her legs went weak, and she involuntarily slumped onto the lectern, her vulva now more clearly visible before me. Each time, my penis plunged in to its hilt! It parted her labia, like a pile driver hitting her very core. Teacher Biru's juices flowed more and more, running down her thighs and covering my penis completely! I desperately tried to hold back, wanting to savor this forbidden pleasure as long as possible. I gripped her large, fleshy buttocks, gritting my teeth as I thrust in and out another thirty-odd times.

Suddenly, Teacher Biru arched her back, her hands gripping my buttocks tightly, her vagina clenching. "Ah!!!" I couldn't take it anymore. With a powerful thrust, my hot semen gushed out!
"Ah!" Teacher Biru cried out, aroused by the semen. My ejaculation lasted for over ten seconds, and as the last drop of semen gushed out, I collapsed onto Teacher Biru's back...
I kissed Teacher Biru, savoring the fragrance of her hair, while Teacher Biru, immersed in unparalleled pleasure, lay limply on the lectern.
Every time, we made love so hastily, like a secret affair. But one time was an exception. It was the Mid-Autumn Festival one year. The two female teachers who shared a room with Teacher Biru had gone home to visit their families. I knew this was a perfect opportunity.
That afternoon, I noticed Teacher Biru was wearing her favorite clothes. She must have known I was coming. Actually, I was beginning to understand her. She was a mature woman, and I thought she wasn't just concerned about me; she had her own needs. A forty-year-old woman who had been away from home for several years, unable to see her husband and children, was bound to feel lonely. I thought perhaps I was her emotional support.

After dinner, and after clearing the dishes, Ms. Biru emerged from the kitchen like a shy young girl, her cheeks flushed, often appearing
flustered , a stark contrast to her usual poise. I, too, could no longer contain myself. I embraced her tightly and kissed her lips, beginning our passionate embrace.
It was a long kiss. I don't know how I learned to kiss; I simply instinctively sucked on her fragrant tongue, greedily drawing it in. After a long while, Ms. Biru pushed me away, took a deep breath, and said in an almost inaudible voice, "Not here, I...""Let's go in."
I scooped her up in my arms and rushed into the inner room.
There was a bed there, not big, but enough. A soft blanket was laid out on top—it was perfect. I placed Teacher Biru on the blanket and gazed at her beautiful face. This was my first time making love with her in bed! And we had so much time. I was so excited; I had to make the most of it. I had to enjoy Teacher Biru's wonderful body to the fullest!!

Teacher Biru closed her eyes, her chest heaving, beads of sweat glistening in the lamplight.
I leaned down, first gently kissing her lips, then kissing her deeply, while simultaneously
reaching for her breasts and unhooking her bra. Her full breasts were revealed, and my mouth slid down, from her face to her ears, neck, and then to her breasts, finally taking one of her nipples into my mouth. Teacher Biru let out a soft moan, her body trembling
slightly . I suckled and kissed her nipples alternately, like a nursing mother, feeling her hand on my head, gently stroking my hair. Under my suckling, Teacher Biru's nipples began to harden.
I don't know how much time passed, but I felt her body getting warmer. I looked up and whispered in Ms. Biru's ear, "Good teacher, I love you!"
Ms. Biru nodded almost imperceptibly. I knelt on the bed facing her. She lay there obediently, letting me pull down her panties. I reached out and parted her
legs, which were pressed together. Ms. Biru instinctively resisted for half a second, then let my hands spread her legs apart.
Through the cigar-shaped tear in her panties, I saw Ms. Biru's vulva for the first time so clearly. Her pubic hair was thick and black, even
on her labia majora. Her labia minora were shaped like two plump rose petals, spread open due to engorgement,
revealing the moist pink inside. Suddenly, I felt an indescribable sensation: Is this what drives all men crazy? This feeling lasted for a second or two before being replaced by lust.
I bent down, inhaling deeply the air thick with the scent of her vulva, and took each of Ms. Biru's labia minora into
my mouth , sucking on them
one by one. Then, I gently pulled the two petals apart with my hands, licking around the slightly parted vaginal opening with my tongue. Accompanied by Ms. Biru's moans, I inserted most of my tongue into her vagina, mimicking the movements of her
vaginal canal . After a few minutes, my tongue moved upwards, lightly touching the urethral opening, and then sucked Ms. Biru's clitoris
into my mouth. Ms. Biru gasped, holding my head with her hands. I held her thighs tightly, while simultaneously
rubbing her clitoris rapidly with my tongue. Ms. Biru's moans became more frequent, and she pressed my head firmly against her vulva with both hands.
After licking for several more minutes, just as my tongue began to stiffen from fatigue, Ms. Biru suddenly lifted
her buttocks , thrusting her vulva forward, while clamping my head between her legs, letting out a hissing sound. This position
lasted for more than ten seconds, then she quieted down, her body limp on the bed. I looked up and saw her
eyes closed , her breathing still a little rapid, but her expression was one of complete relaxation and contentment. Teacher Biru lay motionless
for a few minutes, then opened her eyes and smiled at me, a smile tinged with a shyness I'd never seen before.
She asked shyly, "You little rascal, how did you learn that?"
"I... I just really wanted to kiss you there, really! I didn't learn it from anywhere, I swear!"
"Alright, alright, I know, look how eager you are, you're such a child!"
Seeing her seemingly both reproachful and playful expression, I couldn't resist any longer. I stripped off my clothes, pressed myself against Teacher Biru, parted her labia with one hand,
aimed my penis at her vaginal opening with the other, and thrust forward. My penis, swollen like a ripe plum, slid into Teacher Biru's
slippery vagina. I was back in this familiar place, and I wanted to go all the way in, but I decided not to let this encounter with Teacher Biru end too quickly.
I inserted it inch by inch, each inch feeling like my entire body gradually sliding into Teacher Biru's body. With each thrust, I could feel the warm, tender flesh inside rubbing against my penis—the feeling was simply wonderful. I felt like I was dreaming; the world around me dissolved into a misty void, the only
proof of my existence being the tingling sensation emanating from my penis.
Just before the very last bit, I suddenly thrust in with all my might, the entire thing going in to the hilt! She groaned softly, saying, "All the way in."
I looked down at where we were joined and said, "Teacher Biru, I'm coming."
Teacher Biru touched my face with her fingers, gently and shyly saying, "Don't be too hasty, go slower. Otherwise, the neighbors might hear, okay?"
I nodded vigorously, then pulled my penis out and thrust it in again, beginning my movements. I slowly pushed forward, the head of my penis gently sliding past the cervix, finally reaching the very back of the vagina. Teacher Biru
let out a long breath after I had penetrated her fully, her tense body relaxing. Her hands gently encircled my neck, her whole body pressed tightly against me, her lower body twisting to meet my thrusts. Her narrow vagina contracted and expanded, sucking me in with incredible pleasure.
The intense pleasure gradually made me lose control. Ignoring Teacher Biru's soft moans, I thrust in and out with large, sweeping movements, like a beast in heat. I forcefully pounded into Teacher Biru's vagina.
"Ah... gentler, Xiaoming... ah... ah..." Teacher Biru couldn't help but moan.
My movements quickened, making Teacher Biru gasp repeatedly. With each impact, her body rose and fell like waves, especially her two white mounds of flesh, swaying back and forth, incredibly alluring!
"Ah... ah, Xiaoming... ah... ah... harder, ah..."
Teacher Biru's hair was disheveled, scattered on the bed, contrasting with her flushed face, making me incredibly excited. This was the elegant and beautiful Teacher Biru! Now she was beneath me, how exciting! I grew increasingly excited, my movements becoming more vigorous, the whole bed shaking with each thrust. Her lower body was overflowing with lustful fluids, her pubic hair matted together. In my fervor, I lifted Teacher Biru's legs onto my shoulders, making her vulva even more erect. Holding her legs, I thrust wildly again! She cried out incessantly!

Finally, the climax arrived. Teacher Biru grabbed my shoulders, her nails digging into my flesh. She cried out as if in a trance, her vagina gripping my glans tightly. I felt a tingling sensation spread from my penis throughout my body, a spasm in my lower abdomen, and my semen gushed out like a burst dam, wave
after deep into Teacher Biru's vagina.
"Ah..." I cried out, embracing Teacher Biru's body tightly, letting my semen shoot as much as possible into her uterus!
After ejaculating, I collapsed onto Teacher Biru.
I dozed off for a few minutes, and when I woke up, I found myself still lying on top of Teacher Biru, my penis limp but still
inside her vagina. She looked at me lovingly, one arm around my waist, the other gently stroking
my hair.
I gently kissed her and said, "Teacher Biru, I love you!" My upper body shifted, and my penis
slipped out of her vagina.
"Your fluid is leaking out, quickly wipe it for me," Teacher Biru said. I grabbed a few tissues from beside me and wiped...
The milky white semen slowly flowed from her half-open vaginal opening. She lovingly wiped the sweat from my forehead and scolded, "I told you to be gentle, you're so rough, so naughty..." Looking at her shy and timid appearance, I couldn't help but hug her tighter and kiss Teacher Biru's lips, and we began to caress each other on the bed...

That night passed so quickly, I don't remember how many times we did it, we just did it and then
slept, woke up and did it again, as if we never got tired. I vented my passion on Teacher Biru's body, and she kept comforting me, absorbing my youthful restlessness.
Snow-white buttocks (V)
The beautiful days passed by in a flash. Several months passed in a flash, and the extraordinary year of 1972 in Chinese history arrived. That year, I turned 16.
In 1972, Vice Chairman Lin Biao fell from power. The husband of Ms. Biru, who had criticized him, was rehabilitated and returned to work in the Beijing Military Region. Ms. Biru herself was also rehabilitated and could return to Beijing to reunite with her family. A few days before her departure, she suddenly suggested visiting my father. I thought she probably wanted to take me with her to Beijing, as she often said I was a smart child with a bright future. So, I happily brought her home.

My father was delighted by Ms. Biru's visit. His legs were weak, and he had been bedridden for over two years. He had often heard me talk about Ms. Biru and was eager to meet her. When he saw her, I could feel the light radiating from his eyes—a light I had never seen before. After all, he had spent his entire life in a small mountain village and had never met a woman as mature and beautiful as Ms. Biru. I even suddenly felt a pang of pity for him, considering my mother had died before I was old enough to understand.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Ms. Biru expressed her desire to take me to Beijing for further studies. I was overjoyed; I was sure my father wouldn't object.
Dad thought for a moment, then suddenly said to me, "Xiaoming, go out for a bit. I have something I want to talk to your teacher about."
I nodded and left, closing the door behind me. I wondered what Dad wanted to say to the teacher. Was it something I couldn't even know? Driven by curiosity, I couldn't resist turning back. There was a small crack in the wooden door to Dad's room; I could see and hear what was happening inside.

Dad glanced at the doorway, assuming I was gone, and then began to speak.
"Teacher Fang, let me tell you, Xiaoming isn't my biological child." This statement surprised not only me but also Teacher Biru.
"Is...it true? Does Xiaoming know?" Teacher Biru asked hurriedly.
“Sigh, Xiaoming doesn’t know, I haven’t dared to tell him, and I don’t know how to tell him. But I can’t keep quiet, look at my health, what if one day… Sigh, I don’t want to keep this secret forever. Teacher Fang, you’re educated, and in this small village, you’re the only one I trust. Since you’re determined to take Xiaoming to Beijing, that’s his good fortune, and I won’t object. I’ll take care of myself, so I’ve decided to tell you. If one day I can’t take it anymore, I want you to tell Xiaoming then. I really don’t want to tell him directly.”

“Xiaoming’s dad, please don’t say that. Tell us first, and we’ll think of a solution,” Teacher Biru said.
I saw my father cough a few times; he seemed lost in thought. My heart skipped a beat. I knew that a secret about me was about to be revealed by my father.
“Teacher Fang, I, Niu Guomin, am not a native of the South. My hometown used to be in northern Shaanxi, an old revolutionary base area, you must know that.” Teacher Biru nodded, and Dad continued, “That year must have been 1957. At that time, I was still in the countryside of northern Shaanxi, a bachelor. One day, after a huge sandstorm, I went into the mountains to herd sheep and saw a female People's Liberation Army soldier who was injured and carrying a baby in her arms, so I rescued her.”

As Dad was saying this, I noticed that Teacher Biru seemed to be getting excited. She suddenly interrupted Dad and said in a trembling voice, “Is the female People's Liberation Army soldier you mentioned someone of medium height with a mole on the corner of her mouth, named Yu Hong?”
“Yes, you… Teacher Fang, how did you know?”
“Old Niu, go on.” Teacher Biru’s expression was very excited at this moment, as if she was about to cry. My heart was also pounding, as if I had a premonition.
“I rescued her then and took her home. With the help of the villagers, we managed to revive her. But she was probably swept away by a strong wind from somewhere else to our village, and she suffered a head injury, so she was a little disoriented. When I asked her which unit she was from, she couldn't say. She only knew that her name was Yu Hong, so I had no choice but to take her in, and also that baby, who is now Xiaoming. Later, I married that female People's Liberation Army soldier, but only a few months after the marriage, her brain disease flared up, and she passed away.”

I'm not my dad's son?! This... how could it be? I... he raised me for over ten years, and he never told me. Why?
I suppressed my emotions and continued listening.
“Did that baby have a green jade around his neck?” This time it was Teacher Biru who asked.
“Yes, Teacher Fang, how... how did you know? Look, it's this one.” Dad said, taking a small object from under his pillow and handing it to Teacher Biru.
Teacher Biru took the item, and tears immediately streamed down her face.
"Teacher Fang, what's wrong?"
"I... sob... I don't know what to say. I... Lao Niu, let me tell you, I really didn't expect such a coincidence. Actually, Xiaoming... he's my child!"
My father and I, who were outside, were both stunned. I couldn't believe my ears. Impossible, this couldn't be!
"Teacher Fang... don't cry. Tell me, what... what exactly happened?"
Teacher Biru wiped away her tears and composed herself. He continued, "That year, the country was building military bases in the Northwest, the Third Front project. My family... that is, Xiaoming's biological father, who was a division commander in the Production and Construction Corps at the time, and I were ordered to go to northern Shaanxi. I had just given birth to Xiaoming then. One day, when we were camping in the wild, we encountered a sandstorm. I handed Xiaoming to a female guard who was holding him, helping the soldiers protect the equipment. We didn't realize how powerful the storm was and thought it would be over soon. Unexpectedly, a huge gust of wind came, and several soldiers around me were blown away, including that female guard and Xiaoming. I never thought they would be blown into your village... Later, we sent people to search everywhere, but because of the harsh conditions, we couldn't find them..." (To be continued)

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