The Degeneration of Kindergarten Teachers

I'm a young married woman. I love my husband, but I also enjoy having sex with people other than him.
The most unique part of my body is my two small mouths. The upper one looks no different from a normal person's, but believe it or not, I can take a whole half-foot-long penis into my mouth and even use my tongue to hold it for 20 minutes straight—of course, that's only with the penis of someone I like. My lower mouth is my vagina. The outer flesh is very plump, and anyone who's on top of me will find it soft and light. In short, no matter how long you're on top of me, it won't hurt. The vaginal surface is always warm and tight.
Today, I want to share my sexual experiences with you all. Actually, my first time being sexually assaulted outside of marriage was no different from prostitution. I used my body to get a job I deserved. Later, for a while, I tasted the sweetness of it, and I used this method to get many other things for myself. To be honest, though, I've definitely learned a lot of valuable experience and techniques from being fucked by men other than my husband. Those who fucked my little cunt were definitely very happy, but thinking back on being fucked by them now, I also feel happy. Now,
I feel like I'm addicted. If no one puts a big, hard cock into my little cunt for a few days, it'll be overflowing with juices even during the day, forcing me to change my underwear several times a day. If my little mouth doesn't hold a big cock for a few days, if it doesn't get a few hundred hard thrusts, if it doesn't drink some semen, eating feels tasteless.
However, now when I have sex with others, it's not about exchanging my body for anything. I just want to do justice to my young, beautiful, and sexy body, and to the soft, warm, and sweet little cunt my parents gave me. Now, having sex with a stranger, watching him ride on top of me, his big, hard penis going in and out of my vagina, going in and out again… I no longer feel like I'm being fucked, being played with, or being fucked by him, because I'm definitely happier than him!
My name is Qingqing, as for my surname, I won't say here, it's not important anyway. If fate allows, you can become my special friend, or my bed partner, and you'll know everything.
I work in education administration in a district of Shenyang. Initially, I studied to be a kindergarten teacher. When I was in school, I was very diligent. At that time, I thought that as long as my grades were good, I would have a good job after graduation. Now, looking back, my naive thoughts from 10 years ago simply wouldn't work in society. I was so stupid back then. After graduation, many of my classmates, whose grades were much worse than mine, all went to much better places. Back then, the best places were the top-ranked kindergartens in Shenyang. But I, a provincial-level outstanding student for three consecutive years at a preschool teacher training school, was ultimately assigned by those idiotic bureaucrats of the municipal education commission to a suburban kindergarten, starting as an ordinary, low-level preschool teacher.
My upbringing was very strict; even when I was dating, I only had a vague understanding of sex. My first boyfriend was introduced to me through a rigorous process by my parents. Later, he became my husband. He was a very honest man, and I didn't give him my virginity until our wedding night.
Kindergarten teachers particularly enjoy discussing the bedroom activities of married couples, but if you're not married, your married colleagues always consider you an outsider to the "married women's circle." This "outsider" is because they deliberately avoid discussing virgins like me when talking about sex. After marriage, I, who was already popular, quickly joined the ranks of "married women," becoming a staunch member of their circle. They started sharing their sexual experiences with me. Through these exchanges, I realized that I had truly wasted the past 20-plus years of my life exploring the pleasures of female sexuality.
With everyone's encouragement, I realized I'm actually a very sexy beauty. I'm not tall, but not short either; my skin is very fair; my breasts aren't very large, but because I was always the most diligent student in dance class at school, they're the firm type. The most interesting thing is that they told me that the vagina men like best is one with full external genitalia and a tight vaginal opening, creating a sucking effect on a man's large penis. I was secretly surprised to hear this; my vagina is exactly like that!
Usually, when my husband is having sex with me in bed, after ejaculating, he often pinches my breasts or pats my buttocks, praising me, saying, "Good Qingqing, good wife, your vagina is like a little mouth, it's like it's been sucking my big cock, I can't help but spit out my semen!" Later, I seriously recalled that after we got married, whenever his penis could get hard, I would suck him until he ejaculated, even when he was sick, he couldn't resist the allure of my vagina.
Spending more time with those married women, I learned more and more. I realized that although my husband was a good person, he was too honest and clumsy in bed. He probably hadn't even heard of the various sexual techniques other couples did, like breast play, oral sex, and anal sex. When I started suggesting these things to him in bed, he was very reluctant and kept asking me where I learned these indecent things. Eventually, I lost all desire to try those sexual techniques with him.
My fate changed entirely by chance. In 1995, I had been working at that small kindergarten for several years, and I did every job better than others. However, every year-end, I never received any honors such as "Advanced Worker." At first, I didn't understand. Later, some well-meaning married colleagues, who were my close friends in my little circle of married women, secretly told me that in those days, if you didn't give gifts to the leaders or offer yourself to them, you would work yourself to death for nothing. I was horrified when I heard this. Giving gifts? I do that every year! Do I have to sleep with those leaders
? My best friend, Sister Hong, secretly told me when no one was around, "Qingqing, I have accidents every year, I should have been fired long ago, but I've been working here and no one dares to punish me. Every year-end bonus is first prize, several thousand yuan more than you hard-working people. Even our kindergarten director is very polite to me. Do you know why
?" Hearing her say this, I also felt very strange. In the past, I just thought that because she could fake tears and snot during her public apologies after each accident, the leaders were too soft-hearted to fire her. Now, thinking about it carefully, this is very strange. So I
started to question Sister Hong. Sister Hong's face turned red, and I even felt that she was a little regretful, but I was too eager to know the answer, so I put my arm around Sister Hong's shoulder and kept asking. Sister Hong sighed, "Qingqing, do you know the deputy director of our district education commission in charge of early childhood education?"
"Of course I know," Hongjie said. "He's a very serious leader, very meticulous when inspecting work, and very fair." Hongjie suddenly laughed. "Fair, serious, and meticulous, Qingqing, we're good friends. Let me tell you, when I had my first accident, the principal wanted to fire me. I knew that, but the final decision rested with him, so I went to the district education commission to see him. He told me, 'You're so young, it's a pity you're fired, but that's the rule. I can only think of other ways. I don't know if I can help you. I'm too busy right now, and discussing this at work wouldn't be good. Prepare your detailed appeal materials and come to my office on Sunday.' Hearing this, I thought there was some hope. On Sunday, I prepared 1000 yuan, put it in an envelope, and rushed to his office. Unexpectedly, he returned the money to me, saying, 'I don't need the money.'" "But I've always liked you, Xiao Hong," he said, then shoved me onto the desk and started unbuttoning my skirt. I tried desperately to push him away, but he whispered in my ear, "Xiao Hong, let me have some fun this time, and you'll be fine. From now on, with me here, you won't have to be afraid of your principal." As he spoke, he forcefully pulled off my long skirt, his hand slipping inside my underwear, rubbing my labia, one finger going straight into my vagina… I pushed him away with all my might, lifting my skirt from the floor and pulling it back up. He didn't pounce on me, but suddenly said fiercely, "You'll be fired.
" My hands went limp. I thought, no matter what, I can't be fired. Besides, I'm not a virgin. Let him have his way with me, even though I'm a hundred times unwilling. I'll just pretend I was accidentally raped by a pervert on my way home that night."
"And then?" I asked Sister Hong.
"Then he pulled me into his arms, and I knew I had surrendered in my heart. Although I didn't verbally agree, my body stopped resisting. He was quite gentle that day, rubbing my waist and buttocks with his hands, and gently sucking on my nose and earlobe, making me feel itchy. A little while later, one of his hands touched my breast, and the other hand was unbuttoning my shirt." I mumbled a weak "hmm" to try and stop him, but he suddenly kissed my lips, sucking my tongue into his mouth. He sucked hard, and I couldn't escape. I felt my face burning. I closed my eyes and let him do as he pleased. His kissing technique was incredibly skilled; I could tell he was a seasoned womanizer. I started to kiss him back, completely captivated. Then, I felt my taut breasts suddenly relax. I quietly opened my eyes and saw that he had pulled my shirt down to my waist, and my bra had been unhooked, completely exposing my breasts. He cupped them in his hands and gently caressed them. He rhythmically sucked on my nipples, and I finally couldn't help but moan. He must have felt the time was ripe. He patted my butt, and I obediently left the desk. He easily pulled down my panties, and I felt his hand caressing my vulva. He used his fingertips to part my wet labia majora, then began rubbing, teasing, and kneading my labia minora, before touching my delicate clitoris. My moans grew louder. He laughed and said, "Little slut, tell me, do you want me to fuck you?" In my dazed state, I didn't know whether to nod or shake my head. In the end, he placed me on the cold, hard desk, put my legs on his shoulders, and raised my buttocks upwards. In that position, his penis plunged into my wet vagina... That day, he played with me in various ways all morning, until my legs were so weak I couldn't lift them. He put his penis in my mouth and fucked me for who knows how long. At that time, I had only seen oral sex in porn. This was my first time being fucked, and I never imagined it would be in such a situation. I imitated the actresses in porn, opening my mouth wide and swallowing his big cock. He thrust into me so hard my breathing quickened, saliva dripping down his penis, leaving me covered in sticky fluid. Finally, when he was about to ejaculate, the speed of his thrusting in and out of my mouth suddenly increased. His large penis swelled up, hard and swollen, almost blocking my throat. Just when I felt like I was about to suffocate, his semen spurted out of my mouth, filling it completely. Satisfied, he pulled out his penis, my mouth full of thick, hot semen. Some of it spilled out, and some I couldn't spit out, so I had to grimace and force myself to swallow it down.
Listening to Sister Hong vividly recount this erotic story, I unconsciously squeezed my legs together. I felt my lower body starting to itch, and my underwear was already soaked with vaginal fluid. "And then what
?" "And then, of course, it couldn't just end there. Over the years, whenever he suddenly felt interested in having sex with me, he'd make me go to his office, his house, his car—I've let him do it all. I've come to terms with it now. Whether he does it once or a hundred times, it's all the same. It doesn't matter anymore. After all, I've gained advantages in other ways. So, you're still so naive, thinking that giving gifts can solve everything. These days, giving gifts without offering yourself is a waste. If you offer yourself, not only do you not need to give gifts, but you also get plenty of benefits. Besides, there are many people like me in the entire district education commission."
Sister Hong returned to her usual playful demeanor, sharing her experiences with me. She then mentioned several other female teachers who had similar experiences. After listening, I suddenly understood why so many female teachers in the district worked half-heartedly during the week but received all sorts of benefits at the end of the year. It turned out they all relied on the leaders for their favors.
That conversation with Sister Hong had a profound impact on me. I truly never imagined that those seemingly respectable leaders of the district education commission could be so depraved and filthy.
Back home, while showering, looking at my beautiful, shapely figure and touching my full, hairy genitals, I thought, those middle-aged women, just by being shameless, can get so many things that don't belong to them. Why can't I
? Soon, the opportunity arrived. That year, the district education commission decided to select a kindergarten teacher from the grassroots level to work in the government office. Based on ability and performance, I was the top candidate. But I knew it was useless; no one would speak up for me, and the one selected would definitely be those willing to be the first to be slept with by the leaders. I called the deputy director who had slept with Sister Hong in the office and told him about my situation. He calmly told me on the phone that there were many candidates, and my chances were slim. At this moment, I deliberately lowered my voice, feigning a shy tone, and hesitantly told him that I wanted to talk to him in person at his office on Sunday. After a pause, I heard him become excited on the phone and say, "Okay, Sunday morning, see you then.
" Hanging up the phone, I found my heart pounding. I sighed sadly to myself. Another Sunday, another day at the office. That old lecher, another chance to play with an innocent young woman.
Sunday morning, I climbed out of bed naked, quietly lifting the covers. Gazing at my smooth, delicate body, the thought of soon handing it over to that old lecher to play with overwhelmed me. Shame, fear, remorse, and grievance surged into my heart. Unconsciously, tears streamed down my face.
I pulled my still-sleeping husband up, buried my face in his arms, and cried, "Husband, husband, I want you, come quickly, I want you to fuck me, right now..." My husband, who had just woken up, was still dazed by my actions, because we almost never made love in the morning. After a while, he finally came to his senses, and his penis, which I had been stroking with my hand, became hard. He pushed me down, and his penis slid in smoothly. I wiped away my tears, put on my most seductive smile, and kept moaning and praising his big cock inside me. He fucked me for an hour in various positions, making him ejaculate twice. Finally, exhausted, he pulled his penis out of my vagina and fell asleep again.
Looking at my sleeping husband, I repeatedly stroked my vagina, which he had just penetrated. I put my fingers, covered in his semen, into my mouth, savoring the sincere love he had given me. My heart was filled with mixed emotions. Of course, my husband had no idea that in a little while, that old lecher's penis would be inserted into my vagina. Thankfully, this morning, when my body was at its most beautiful, it was my husband who had done it to me, and besides, my first time was with him. Thinking about this made me feel a little better.
Sitting at my vanity, gazing at my handsome and alluring face in the mirror, I carefully applied my makeup. Before leaving home, I had prepared a delicious breakfast for my husband and tenderly kissed him for a long time.
I arrived at his office on time. Since it was Sunday, the office building was deserted. Walking down the quiet corridor, I wanted to turn away several times, but I told myself: I can't leave, I can't leave. I have to let him have his way. I have no choice; that position should have been mine.
Entering his office, he was indeed waiting for me. I explained my situation to him in detail. This old rogue listened very attentively, taking notes as he spoke. At that moment, I even began to suspect that Sister Hong was making up a story for me, wrongly accusing this honest and kind leader. Finally, after a long string of high-sounding difficulties, I heard the words I both longed to hear and dreaded most: "Qingqing, this is very difficult. But you're so adorable, I have to help you. Lots of young, beautiful female teachers want this position, Qingqing. If I get it done for you, how will you thank me
?" For some reason, I was incredibly calm. I gave him a charming smile: "As long as I can leave that wretched kindergarten, I'll thank you however I want."
He paused, probably not expecting me to agree so readily. After a moment, he walked over, pulled me into his arms, and pressed his lips to my face. I stopped him, saying, "Don't rush. I'll let you do whatever you want today, but if you renege on your promise and try to be a scoundrel, I'll definitely not let you off the hook, you old lecher
!" He grinned widely, saying, "Hehe, don't worry, Qingqing, I'm a scoundrel, but I'm a scoundrel of my word. Besides, a beauty like you, Qingqing, I don't want to just have my way with you once and then let you go..."
I sighed deeply, thinking, since I've already decided to make this deal with him, now, as long as I don't lose out, let's begin. There's no need for hesitation. I steeled myself and buried my head in his chest. He knew I had tacitly agreed, so he gently kissed my eyes, then carried me to a sofa bed in the corner of the office, where I lay flat. He chuckled lewdly in my ear, "Little slut, shall I help you undress, or will you take yours off yourself
?" I neither answered nor refused. He understood and moved to the foot of the bed, beginning to unbutton my clothes. I closed my eyes in shame, my heart pounding. I could clearly feel him skillfully unbuttoning my clothes, and soon my top was off. He pulled down my zipper. I obediently cooperated, lifting my buttocks, and he groped my buttocks as he deftly pulled down my pants. Then he said, "Little slut, unhook your bra yourself!" I hesitated for a moment, then frantically found the bra clasp on my chest and unhooked it. My firm, full breasts sprang out, falling directly into his hands. He caressed my firm, elastic breasts, then began to kiss each nipple in turn. My upper body involuntarily trembled with each suckle. After kissing for a while, he stood up and began giving me orders: "Take off your underwear, slowly!" Trembling, I pulled my underwear down from my lower body. My genitals were now completely exposed to his gaze. I was so ashamed I wanted to disappear. I closed my eyes again and said, "You...you shouldn't look, I'm really shy
." "What's there to be shy about, you little slut? Will you keep your eyes closed like this when I fuck you later
?" I heard him undressing, and then his order came again: "Little slut, open your eyes and look at your husband's big cock!"
I opened my eyes and saw his thick, erect penis pointing skyward. To be honest, I thought his penis was much thicker and longer than my husband's. He finally climbed onto the bed. I shyly closed my eyes again, but mentally prepared myself. Things had come to this point; being fucked by him was unavoidable. But no matter what, I wanted my little hole to fully accommodate his thick, hard cock. Since I'd decided to let him fuck me, I wanted him to enjoy himself
to the fullest. I spread my legs as wide as I could, gritting my teeth, preparing to endure his thick, long cock entering my proud little hole. But he didn't immediately insert his cock. Instead, he moved his hands to my breasts, playing with my firm breasts for a while. Then, he slowly moved down to my thighs, stroking them back and forth. His lips moved to my breasts, teasing my nipples with his tongue and kissing them. My heart almost jumped out of my chest.
I felt my little hole was wet, but the intense penetration I both longed for and feared hadn't happened yet. I took his big cock in my hand and gently rubbed it. He asked me sensitively, "Little slut, do you want me to fuck you?" Of course, I wouldn't answer. He started giving orders again: "Say it now, say you want me to fuck you!"
My face turned bright red, and my voice trembled as I said, "I...I want you to fuck me..."
"No, make it loud, call me husband, beg me to fuck you, beg me to fuck you!"
I thought to myself, since I'm going to be fucked by this old pervert anyway, I might as well do as he says.
"Husband, please, please fuck me, please fuck me, please put your big cock in, come and play with me..." After I finished speaking, I couldn't believe that these words came out of my mouth. Because this old pervert's technique was really good, his kisses had already created an indescribable itching and emptiness in my vulva. I wished he would immediately insert his thick, fleshy rod into my vagina and fill my already overflowing little hole.
Suddenly, he pressed his mouth to my vulva and licked it. I was instantly aroused. Normally, when I asked my husband to kiss my vagina, he would always say it was dirty and refuse. I never expected this old lecher to actually kiss my vagina. At that moment, a feeling of affection for him began to sprout in my heart. He methodically inserted his tongue into my vagina and stirred it around, then used his lips to suck on my clitoris and labia minora. I trembled with excitement, and couldn't help but grab his hair. This time, I cried out from the bottom of my heart, "Good husband, please, hurry up and put it in, hurry up and fuck me, I can't take it anymore..." Only then did he get off the bed and move my body to the edge of the bed. He grabbed my feet with both hands, spread my thighs, and thrust his straight, hard penis into my vagina. I didn't dare open my eyes to look, but I felt his hot glans bump against my clitoris a few times, part my labia, and drill into my uterus. I felt both a swelling heat and a feeling of fullness. He didn't thrust all the way in at once, but repeatedly pumped in and out, each time going in a little deeper, until finally he had his thick, large penis completely inserted into my vagina. I felt his bulging, muscular glans rubbing against the tender flesh of my vagina, waves of excitement spreading throughout my body, my vulva overflowing with lustful fluids, making it increasingly slippery as he thrust.
This old lecher, straightening his back, began to wildly wield his large penis, thrusting left and right, ramming and shoving inside my vagina. My legs were already numb, as if devoid of feeling, and I clung tightly to his waist with both hands, my mouth involuntarily moaning.
I thought about how I had just been with my husband that morning, less than an hour ago, and now, less than a few hundred meters from my home, naked with my legs spread, being played with by another man, and I closed my eyes in shame. I felt my whole body burning with fever.
He then spread my legs wide apart, forcefully thrusting into my vagina while simultaneously using his hands to roughly pinch my breasts. I opened my eyes and saw the fine beads of sweat on his face. A thought flashed through my mind: since I've already let him inside me, why not relax and enjoy this old lecher's ministrations
? He worked for a while, then, seeing me looking at him, he smiled and asked, "Qingqing, is my big cock good? Tell me, how do you feel
?" I whispered to him, "Your big cock is great. I feel a little swollen, but it's okay, just play with it! I can handle it, I... I want to make you really happy..."
He seemed even more excited after hearing this, and thrust into me hard for a while longer. Suddenly, he lowered his head and kissed my face: "Qingqing, I want to ejaculate inside you, onto your face, is that okay
?" I thought to myself, in this situation, he could easily ejaculate on my body without consulting me, just for his own pleasure. But he actually asked me in such a humble tone, a stark contrast to his previous roughness. He's such a strange person. Actually, these past two days have been my safe period, so ejaculating onto my face is no problem. However, to make this old lecher think I was willing to make a sacrifice for him, I deliberately pretended to hesitate for a moment: "Do you really want to ejaculate onto my face
?" "Of course! If I ejaculate onto my face, my husband won't have to pull out at the crucial moment. That would be so comfortable
!" "Well... since you enjoy ejaculating like that, then ejaculate onto my face. I'll go back and take my birth control pills
." Hearing me say this, his face immediately lit up with a smile, and his body seemed encouraged as well. His thick, large penis thrust even more rapidly into my wet vagina. I felt the large glans scraping against the inner walls of my vagina, producing waves of continuous pleasure. For the first time, I cried out loudly, feeling my face flush, my body go numb, and my mind light as if I were about to fly away. I gripped his arms tightly with both hands and began to instinctively thrust my lower abdomen towards his penis.
He was sweating profusely, panting heavily, and said to me, "Little slut, tell me, aren't you my little slut? Are you feeling good? I'm about to cum!"
I also panted and said, "Good husband, I'm your little slut, I'm yours, your little slut feels so good, hurry up and cum! Just cum inside me!"
He continued to thrust wildly dozens of times, finally pressing his lower body tightly against my lower abdomen. I felt his penis deeply inserted into the deepest part of my body, motionless, only the glans throbbing. A surge of hot fluid powerfully poured into my vagina.
At that moment, I felt my eyes welling up with tears. It was the first time I had let a man other than my husband insert his penis into my body, fuck me for so long, and release himself so freely in my body. The feeling was a mixture of shame, excitement, and satisfaction. I hugged his waist tightly, wanting his penis to stay inside me a little longer. Finally, his penis slowly slid out. I jumped out of bed naked, took some tissues from my handbag to wipe myself, and then wanted to wipe him clean too. He stopped me, saying, "Qingqing, wash me clean with your mouth, okay
?" Before this, I already knew from Sister Hong that he had this fetish—he liked women to suck his penis after he ejaculated. Although I had never performed oral sex on a man before, I had watched porn and knew the general techniques. Now, he wanted me to perform oral sex on him, and I knew I couldn't avoid it. I just felt a pang of sadness and shame that it wasn't my husband I was doing for the first time. But then I thought, he was even willing to lick my genitals, something my clumsy husband would never do for me. Even if it was just returning the favor, I should satisfy him. Besides, I'd already let him do it all, so why upset him at the last minute? At the same time, a thought was quietly brewing in my mind: what would it feel like to give a man oral sex
? I really wanted to try it myself. So, with a charming smile, I replied, "Darling, I've never given oral sex before, but since you like it, of course I'm willing! Whatever you like, I'll do it!"
Actually, this was partly true. Just now, during his penetration, my body was completely subdued. Since we got married and started having sex, this was the most exciting and enjoyable orgasm I'd ever experienced.
He stood up, pulled the blanket off the bed, and led me to him. He cupped my face in his hands, kissing me tenderly as he said, "Qingqing, you little slut, this is your first time giving me oral sex. I really didn't expect that I wouldn't get your first time down there, but I'd get your first time up there. I'm so happy
." I kissed him back, pouting, "I've never done oral sex before, you have to be gentle, I'm so scared."
Unexpectedly, he released my face very seriously: "Qingqing, if you're scared, then forget it
." This was truly unexpected. I thought, when he fucked me just now, he made me feel so good, so it's only right that I serve him a little! Thinking this, my heart fluttered with desire. I couldn't help but hug him, kissing him deeply and sweetly for a long time.
"Good husband, I'm willing to give you oral sex, I really am. I'll do anything for you as long as you're happy. Come on, tell me how."
He pushed me down onto the blanket on the floor, making me kneel in front of him. Since it was my first time giving oral sex to a man, this position made me feel very humiliated. However, kneeling on the soft blanket felt comfortable on my knees, and I realized how thoughtful he had been. I felt a little touched, but then I thought, this old lecher, so thoughtful in these things, which means how many women have been played with like this by him on this very blanket I'm kneeling on now.
While I was lost in thought, he had already brought his thick penis to my mouth. Seeing his and my secretions mixed together on it, my face flushed red again. I immediately thought of how I had been so happy and wanton when he had fucked me. Just then, his command came from above: "Little slut, stop dawdling, open your mouth and take your husband's cock in!"
To be honest, I've not only gotten used to his way of being gentle and considerate one moment and rough and domineering the next, but I've actually started to like it a little bit. This thought even startled me.
I opened my mouth, grasped his penis with my hand, and took it into my mouth. At first, it was difficult, and I could only take half of it in. Suddenly, he lost his gentleness and grabbed my head, forcefully shoving his penis into my mouth. I felt my mouth was completely filled by this big cock, with a small part still outside. He, already impatient, began to thrust. After being thrust into like this for a while, I think I'm a natural-born oral sex expert, or maybe it's because of my long-term dance training, which makes my body more flexible and coordinated than the average person. I seemed to quickly master the technique, using my tongue to cover his penis and licking it from side to side in coordination with his thrusts. He groaned loudly with excitement. After a while, I started trying to adjust the angle of my head and throat so that his penis could go in more. Finally, I managed to take his thick and long penis entirely into my mouth.
At that moment, his glans was already against my throat, and I started to feel nauseous. But then he realized his entire penis was inside my mouth. He was both surprised and even more excited. He shouted, "Qingqing, Qingqing, you're amazing! You, you can actually take my whole cock in your mouth! Ah, ah, it feels so good! I want to cum, I want to cum in your mouth, okay, you little slut? Tell me, is it okay?" Then, the frequency of his thrusting increased. Seeing how happy he was, I thought, if he wanted to ejaculate in my mouth, he wouldn't need to ask for my consent. Now that he's asking me, how could I say no
? It seems he must find it very pleasurable to ejaculate in my mouth. So I told myself that no matter how disgusted I felt, I would endure it a little longer and let him ejaculate again. So, while I held his large penis in my mouth, enduring his rough thrusting, I nodded to indicate that he could ejaculate in my mouth. Seeing that I agreed, the frequency of his thrusting increased even more.
As it was my first time giving oral sex to a man, I desperately tried to recall the various oral sex techniques used by actresses in adult films, and I sucked and shoved his penis with even more effort. He became so excited his hands trembled, and suddenly stopped thrusting. His glans seemed to swell instantly, and hot semen began to spray into my mouth. I wanted him to pull his penis out so I could spit out the semen in my mouth, so I pleaded with him with my eyes. Unexpectedly, his face was full of sincerity as he held his penis firmly against my mouth, gently saying, "Qingqing, today is the first time I'm deflowering your little mouth. Don't spit it out, eat it, okay?" With the thick semen in my mouth, I hesitated slightly, then steeled myself, closed my eyes, and swallowed the entire mouthful of semen. Thankfully, it was only a little salty and spicy, not as unpleasant as I had imagined. Seeing that I had drunk every last drop of his semen, he became even gentler, stroking my hair and breasts with gratitude. And I, without hesitation, continued kneeling before him with a wanton and seductive expression, thoroughly licking the semen from his glans.
Afterwards, utterly exhausted, we embraced and drifted off to sleep on the bed.
This was my first extramarital affair. That old lecher was indeed a man of his word. Soon after, I left that kindergarten and became a real administrative cadre in the education system.
Later, due to my proximity to him, and my lack of experience in bed at the time, and because I enjoyed letting him play with me, my relationship with that old lecher remained ambiguous. But soon, I had many sexual partners. Since most of my partners were government officials, they were not only discreet but also generally healthy; even if they occasionally participated in group sex with large numbers of people, they wouldn't contract diseases. I thrived, and over the years, my vagina received all sorts of pleasures.
If you like, I will share those erotic stories of adultery and debauchery online again sometime.
Regarding sex, although I've completely let go, I still set three rules for myself: First, I no longer use sex for exchange; I only seek pleasure in promiscuity. Second, I must separate sex from family; after all, my husband is the one I love most. Third, in unfamiliar situations, regardless of the other person's demands, I will always take precautions to ensure my physical safety.
However, there are a few types of people I really dislike: first, those who make excessively perverse demands; second, those who are particularly selfish in bed, only caring about their own pleasure; and third, those who ejaculate prematurely after a short time, leaving their partners frustrated and unable to release their desire.
During sex, if a woman is unhappy, she may feel like she's being played or taken advantage of. Actually, sex is a very beautiful experience, but it's always best when both partners are happy.

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