Love in the schoolyard

Under the planned economy, everything belonged to the state. Jieyu was originally an arts teacher at the No. 1 Middle School, but was seconded to the Sports Commission. She still lived in the school's housing, a detached house with no neighbors. The nearest house, Teacher Xu's, was ten meters away. My parents wanted to provide me with a good learning environment because it was quiet and close to the school, and they also encouraged Jieyu. Little did they know it would become my haven of pleasure.
At 5 p.m., she cooked porridge and accompanied me to the hospital to change my bandages. On the way back, she bought some braised dishes. When we were almost home, I deliberately kept my distance from her, admiring her from behind. Jieyu was dressed in all black.
A sleeveless black georgette blouse clung tightly to her prominent breasts, outlining her exquisite curves. The black sheer fabric at the shoulders revealed the thin straps of her black bra. Her silk maxi skirt swayed with her steps, revealing glimpses of her beautiful ankles. She wore black high heels on her size 36 feet. Sensing my gaze, she seemed to stiffen and stumble a little. Just as she was about to turn around and playfully scold me, she ran into Teacher Xu and her family, who were out for a walk. She stopped and greeted them.
Teacher Xu said, "Jieyu, you look so stylish today! Where did you buy it?"
"I bought it in Shanghai when I went back."
"No wonder! I was wondering where we'd find such nice clothes in our small town. They must be expensive!"
"They're alright. If you like them, I'll bring them back for you next time."
"Oh dear, I don't have your figure. You look like a black swan. If I wore them, I'd look like a crow!"
"Look at you, Sister Xu isn't that much older than me."
"Sigh, almost forty, getting older every day. You'll see eventually. Why do you look so good today? Did you get a raise again? You're so lucky, getting paid from both ends!"
"Really? Maybe I had a little to drink at lunch, that's why my face is flushed."
"You look beautiful! I used to look like you. Sigh, just four years and wrinkles have appeared. By the way, Xiaopeng, he's grown into a handsome young man. With your mother gone, Jieyu has had a tough time. Look at us, how can she not make us age?"
"How's your father? When are you coming back? I want to visit him."
"Thank you, teacher. Goodbye, teacher."
"Look how polite that child is!" Although Teacher Xu was kind and helpful, I was still incredibly annoyed with her at that moment. Not only did she ruin my mood, but her words, "Beautiful! I used to look like you. Sigh, just four years and wrinkles have appeared. By the way, Xiaopeng, you've grown into a handsome young man. Your mother's not here, Jieyu, you've had a hard time. Look at you, how can you not rush us to get old?" ruined the atmosphere between Jieyu and me. Jieyu's face clearly showed some frustration and disappointment. I grabbed Jieyu and left. "Aunt Liu, I'm hungry, let's go home."
When we got home and I opened the door, Jieyu threw down the groceries, covered her face with her hands, tears streaming through her fingers, and rushed into the bedroom without even changing her slippers. She collapsed onto the bed and sobbed uncontrollably. I hated Teacher Xu so much. I took the groceries to the kitchen and put them in the cupboard. I turned around and went into the bedroom, turned on the light, and silently sat down beside Jieyu, gently stroking her back. I casually grabbed a handkerchief from the bedside table and gave it to her. After crying for a few minutes, Jieyu turned her upper body, looking at me with resentful eyes, and sobbed, "Xiaopeng, were we wrong? Are we committing incest? Ten years from now, will you still love me? How could society possibly accept us? Why? Why do you like me? Why did I have to meet you? Why not seventeen years ago? God, what should I do?" She became hysterical, burying her head in the pillow and crying until she almost fainted.
I knew that although I had taken advantage of her that afternoon, reason would prevail in calm moments. If I didn't help her get through this, she would never be happy, and it might end at any moment. I took off her high heels, removed her skirt and top, took off my own coat, lay down beside her, covered her with the blanket, and held her tightly in my arms. In a gentle yet firm tone, I told her:
“When I was little, I liked being with Xiaomin. Now I realize that because you were always with her, I've always loved you. We're not related by blood, so how can incestuous mothers be the most sublime love, and you the most intimate love? They're not the same thing. Sister Jieyu, even if it's ten years, twenty or thirty years, I will still love you. I want to love you for a lifetime, to possess you for a lifetime. Sex is just a beginning and an interlude, not the whole process. We didn't meet seventeen years ago, but we met seventeen years later. If you hadn't married Xiaomin's father, we wouldn't have had the chance to come this far. Luckily, you're still waiting for me. There's no place for us here. Five years from now, after I graduate from university, I'll take you far away. We'll go to another place, earn lots and lots of money, so you won't suffer or get tired. We'll marry and have children, a boy and a girl. The boy will look like me, and the girl will look like you. I'll teach them academics, and you'll teach them arts and literature. Okay, my dear?”
These words truly came from the bottom of my heart. Seeing her pitiful state, I felt a pang of pain in my heart. The feelings of a seventeen-year-old boy are genuine, and I truly fell in love with her. At that moment, I truly matured. I sketched out my future in my mind: I would study hard and go out into the world!
Jieyu, after hearing my words, slowly stopped sobbing. My words encouraged her. Courage and confidence—for over thirty years, no man had ever spoken to her like that. Since she was raped and reported it, the perpetrator was sentenced to ten years in prison, and she married Xin Yongcheng, a disabled man, she had never experienced true love. No one dared to approach her. She mechanically went to and from work every day, a monotonous routine of home, road, and workplace. Her cold exterior gradually chilled her heart as well. Back in Shanghai, her parents treated her coldly. They hated her for her impulsive youth, for going to the countryside against their wishes, only to be raped and bring shame to the family.
Because of her narrow pelvis, she had a cesarean section in Shanghai. I saw the red marks on her abdomen—the scars from that surgery. No wonder her vagina was so tight. She felt both maternal love for Xiaomin and, more importantly, hatred for that man, which was why she wanted Xiaomin to leave her so early, and why she had nightmares almost every night. Jieyu nestled in my arms, opening her heart to me from which she had never truly opened before, recounting her years of suffering with a slightly tearful voice. I didn't say a word, only held her tighter; my words and actions warmed her fragile heart.
Jieyu, like a young girl experiencing first love (in fact, this truly was her first love), asked me melancholically, "Peng, think about it, in another ten years or so, when I'm old and faded, and can't make love with you anymore, will you still love me this much?" I considered every word I said, trying to avoid giving the wrong answer.
"Sex, sex, even after sex is gone, we still have so much love, and children too." The beautiful vision held immense allure for her, making her ponder. Suddenly, I smelled something burning. I jumped out of bed, and Jieyu looked at me in surprise.
"The porridge's burnt!" I ran to the yard and saw it was inedible; the porridge was practically turning into rice porridge. I quickly took the pot down, replaced it with a new coal briquette, and Jieyu followed me out, wearing her coat, watching me frantically clean up.
"Are you hungry? I'll make you some noodles."
"No, today we're having the most memorable meal. Go back inside, don't get cold. I'll finish up before you come out again, and don't peek!" I shooed her back. I took the groceries from the cupboard to the living room, found two red candles I'd lit for the New Year, and opened a bottle of Yantai red wine, pouring them into two glasses. I also filled two small bowls with the burnt porridge. I checked if the yard gate was locked, went back inside, turned off the lights, and lit the candles.
"What are you doing?" Jieyu asked curiously from the bedroom. I pulled her out, and she gasped in surprise.
"Jieyu, didn't you ask me if I would love you forever? Tonight is our wedding night. Although it's a bit simple, I'll give you a better life when things get better." Tears welled up in her eyes again.
"Today is our big day, don't cry." I pulled her to a stool and sat down with her.
"Heaven above, today Han Xiaopeng and Liu Jieyu truly love each other and have decided to become husband and wife. I swear, I will cherish her for the rest of my life and make her happy forever. If I break this vow, may Heaven punish me..." She covered my mouth with her delicate hand, too excited to speak.
"Jieyu, will you marry me?"
"I...do!!!" We drank the wine in one gulp, toasting each other. I scraped some rice with a spoon and fed it to her, then swallowed a big mouthful myself, almost choking—it tasted awful.
Watching Jieyu swallow it down with a blissful expression, she managed to do so in one go. Perhaps because she was drinking on an empty stomach, and with her excitement, Jieyu's face was flushed, making her incredibly cute! She gasped and pulled me into a tight embrace, her lips immediately pressing against mine. We kissed passionately, my tongue swirling wildly around hers, sucking her sweet saliva. I scooped her up, holding her close, and carried her to our new bed. Jieyu shyly closed her eyes, curling her legs up like a gentle little lamb nestled in my arms.
Her tongue responded to my advances, and I gently placed her on the bed, turning to draw the curtains. I gently removed her outer garment, revealing her snow-white, voluptuous body. A black bra tightly encased her ample breasts, and a few pubic hairs playfully peeked out from her black lace panties, a small wet patch slowly spreading in the middle.
Black stockings clung tightly to her long, beautiful legs; the contrast of white and black, combined with her fragrant scent, made the scene so alluring, so captivating, so sensual. Jieyu blushed, her face shy as she said to me,
"Xiaopeng, turn off the light." She then buried her head in the pillow.
"Still calling me Xiaopeng?" I lightly slapped her plump, white buttocks.
"Husband...husband...husband," I whispered, kissing her earlobe, her nipples, her shoulders, her neck, and her lips. She moaned softly, her eyes closed, a soft cry escaping from deep within her throat, a sound that was both a sob and a moan.
"Oh...oh...so...itchy." The newly grown stubble brushed back and forth across her smooth skin, constantly pricking her sensitive areas. Her eyes were dazed, her hands cupping my face as she kissed me again, one hand stroking my back, the other boldly grasping my penis and gently stroking it.
"Husband...I...am so...itchy..., it's...so...hot...inside." I removed her underwear, my body rubbing against hers, her breasts contorting in our tight embrace, her nipples hardening. My penis throbbed slowly between her legs, sometimes brushing against her clitoris, sometimes sliding between her labia. The unique fleshy scent of Jieyu and the slightly fishy smell of her genitals filled the room.
"Itchy...it itches...ah...I want...I want...I want you...I want you. You. Insert...in, quickly...quickly...come on...fuck...you...my...good girl, fuck...your...slutty...flesh...my...cunt...it...itch...ah!!" Jieyu screamed wildly, grabbing my penis with her hands, her lower body moving upwards to meet me. Seeing her burning lust, my eyes blazed with desire, and I could no longer restrain myself. I thrust my hips forward, my penis plunging into her flower.
"Ah..." Jieyu gasped, her head shaking from side to side, her long hair swaying. I straightened up and began to slowly thrust in and out. Her cunt was so warm, so slippery, yet there was no feeling of looseness. The walls of her vagina rubbed against the surface of my penis, tightly gripping my glans, seemingly resisting my penetration, but the gushing nectar carpeted my wound. The fleshy growth inside her vagina scraped against my penis, intensifying our pleasure.
More than ten minutes passed, and we were just thrusting in and out. "My darling, my baby, little Jieyu, good wife, my little cunt, I'm going to fuck you to death, my sweetheart." "Fuck... fuck... fuck... you... fuck... me to death, harder, more... oh... my. Good husband, my dear husband, my big... cock, my dear... brother, my dear father, fuck your sister to death, fuck your daughter to death" (It turns out that Jieyu has little contact with men, and the object of her masturbation is often her own relatives. No wonder she didn't say anything when I asked her in the afternoon).
The two of us kept intertwining our lewd words. "Ah!!!" A stream of clear water shot out from Jieyu's cunt. I almost ejaculated, and quickly pressed the tip of my tongue against my chin, contracted my anus, and suppressed the urge to ejaculate. Jieyu lay limp on the bed, her labia open as if telling the truth, and the water droplets on her pubic hair made her cunt look like a red rose in the morning dew, incomparably beautiful. I couldn't resist kissing her.
Before she could recover, I gently pinched and rubbed her clitoris with my fingers. Her clitoris, which was about to retract, swelled again. I slid my tongue between her labia majora and minora, occasionally probing inside. Jieyu twisted her lower body, and I inserted my fingers inside, scraping them. My mouth was pressed tightly against her anus, my tongue roaming over it, reigniting her desire. She tried to grab my head with both hands but couldn't. Helplessly, she rubbed her face and neck, pinching her nipples hard. Jieyu's nipples were large and stretched long. "Yes, I want more. Fuck your sister, fuck your good daughter to death, fuck your dear wife to death." The sweet and sour vaginal fluid also aroused my suppressed desire.
I turned her around. Jieyu looked a little surprised. I lifted her waist with my hands and knelt behind her. She cooperated by kneeling up her legs, which were clad in black stockings. Since it was our first time trying this, the position was wrong, and several times I inserted it into her anus. Her buttocks swayed back and forth, her gaping vulva anxiously searching for my penis and swallowing it whole. This position of inserting it from behind is also easy for men to get aroused. I was savoring it when she started moving anxiously, kneeling on the bed like a female dog, swaying her buttocks. Her full breasts bounced like little white rabbits on her chest, her long hair flew up, and she struck an extremely lewd pose. Because her buttocks were quite firm, I couldn't penetrate very deeply each time. I used my hands to spread her buttocks apart, and I could clearly see that her anus was also slightly open. I made her keep swaying, and I used my fingers to dip some of her love juice and smear it on her anus before slowly inserting my fingers.
"Husband... no. Don't... poke... my asshole. Ah, it hurts a little... ah... it itches... my pussy is so itchy, move faster, move faster!" As I inserted, I switched from my little finger to my middle finger, and finally to my thumb, thrusting in and out of her anus, while my palms spread her buttocks apart. With my other hand, I slapped her buttocks from light to heavy, leaving red palm prints on her white buttocks.
"Ah! Ah! Kill me! It's so itchy! Husband... Husband... Fuck me to death! I'm going to fly!" The moans and cries of pleasure were loud in the deep of night. I pulled my finger out with a popping sound and put it in her mouth. Jieyu held my finger in her mouth, shaking her hips and moaning incoherently, "So good... I can't take it anymore..." I sped up, thrusting harder. Jieyu's hips trembled, her vaginal muscles contracting violently. With each thrust to the deepest point, she let out a soft, wanton sob, "Ah... Ah... I can't take it... I'm about to cum... What should I do... Ah... I'm going to cum..." I couldn't hold back any longer. One last thrust, my hot semen mingled with her vaginal fluids. After ejaculating, I lay weakly on her back, enjoying the afterglow of our lovemaking together.
It was a sleepless night. Jieyu and I made love endlessly, constantly changing positions. Our wedding night became a sexual experiment. We reached climax again and again, letting the waves of desire toss us to the crest of one wave after another. Countless tender words watered the flower of our love.
The stamina of a young man is astonishing; I ejaculated several times that night, I don't even know myself. Anyway, when I woke up the next day it was almost three in the afternoon, my little Jieyu was still fast asleep on top of me, tears of happiness still glistening in the corners of her eyes. Our semen was all over her body, her genitals were red and swollen, one of her black stockings had slipped down, and the other was still hanging on her thigh. I remembered what I said yesterday: ideals are not just about ideas, but also about hard work. Today I am a man, carrying the weight of our happiness.

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