The postman and Teacher Zheng

After graduating from university, I searched for jobs everywhere without success and returned to my hometown disheartened. Sometimes you have to accept your fate; it's better than complaining. For unchangeable facts, you have no better option than to accept it.

From the nth time my resume was rejected, I felt the city was getting further and further away from me. The passion I had when I first entered university had long been worn away by the cruelty of reality. All that was left was the almost mechanical act of submitting resumes, being rejected, submitting more, and being rejected again. Job hunting is a process of turning from a human to a dog. If I still had any self-respect in school, I might have sold something if I could get a job now. But that's reality. When you find yourself already a dog, you still have no food to eat, because those who can live in the concrete jungle are all vicious dogs, each with its menacing fangs. How can a mongrel like you show off?

One morning, I woke up and suddenly realized that this dog-like life wouldn't lay even the slightest foundation for a better future. So I packed my bags and prepared to go home. "It's not shameful to not return home in glory; what's shameful is living in a big city for a little bit of cheap pride," a classmate who also went back to his hometown told me. At the time, I laughed and called him pretentious, but now it seems that such self-deception isn't so bad. I smiled bitterly, took a deep breath, and the cold air made my chest ache. The journey home is always long, but this time it was frighteningly fast. The train journey, which usually takes more than thirty hours, flew by in my reverie. When I got home, Dad was cleaning the kitchen, and Mom had gone to buy groceries. They didn't care whether I found a job or not; they just wanted me to be back. Dad told me to take a shower while he continued with his work. Watching Dad, dragging his overweight body, wiping the windows, I suddenly realized I hadn't looked at him like this in years. My eyes inexplicably welled up with tears. I felt a little afraid of this heartwarming scene and quickly went to take a shower. I

stayed home for a few days, idly watching TV all day. My college classmates scattered like birds, and I lost contact with them. A week later, unable to bear the frustration and unease any longer, I went to my uncle's house, who worked at the post office. He had already learned about my situation over the phone. After a few days of dinner, he asked if I would be willing to work as a postman in a small town in our county, for two years, with a transfer to be discussed afterward. I agreed almost without hesitation. I'm not a sociable person, but I'm not one to sit idle either. Three days later, I began my new life.

In many people's eyes, a rural postman is someone who rides an old-fashioned Flying Pigeon bicycle with a large bag of mail hanging on the back, often wearing a drab green uniform, yet looking more energetic than anyone else. My impression of the postman profession was limited to my childhood. Back then, there was an old uncle with graying temples who would deliver "Youth Monthly" to me every month on the afternoon of the third, regardless of the weather. Even after I graduated from junior high school, I could still often see him riding that rusty bicycle through the streets and alleys—how many years that has been! Speaking of which, now I'm a mail carrier myself. Fate really can be a devil in the ass. My boss, the head of the town's post office, is a former colleague of my uncle's. He's been kind to me, remembering our old friendship, and didn't assign me to deliver mail to rural areas, only to the area around a nearby junior high school. It's not hard work. Every day I ride my beat-up motorcycle, carrying newspapers, letters, and packages, shuttling between the post office and the school—it's quite enjoyable.

I grew up in a school environment, so I have a natural affinity for the teaching profession. Every time I personally hand newspapers and mail to those lovely, kind teachers, I feel a warmth in my heart. Oh wait, it's been a long time since I've felt that feeling of happiness. I'm so embarrassed. Among the teachers who receive mail are elderly couples whose children work in other cities, young people who frequently shop on Taobao, and pseudo-single men whose spouses work elsewhere. One of the female teachers, married for less than two years, was transferred to the small town. There were many rumors about her, such as her father-in-law being a county leader, or that she was infertile. Whether these rumors were true or not, the only certainty was that she lived alone. Everything else was speculation; what a mysterious woman! Later, after getting to know the townspeople, I learned that the teacher had a very elegant name: Zheng Jieying. Only city people would have such a name. Girls in our small town usually had names like Hong, Xia, or Fang; no one would have such a name. Her气质 (qi zhi, a kind of refined elegance) made her stand out even more. However, Teacher Zheng was a very nice person, unpretentious, and got along well with her neighbors. She was also very skilled at teaching, managing her class, and disciplining students. In the eyes of the townspeople, Teacher Zheng was a top-notch teacher. She was exceptionally beautiful, with fair and delicate skin, rare among the town's young women, and her figure, even under her suit, seemed quite voluptuous. Anyway, she caught my eye. Forgive me, I've been lonely for far too long. Ever since breaking up with my first love in college, I don't know how long it's been since I've spoken to a young woman other than an interviewer. For the past six months, the immense pressure of finding a job has almost completely extinguished my sexual desires; I've even forgotten that I'm still a man with normal needs. But noticing that woman doesn't mean I have to take action. I'm very satisfied with my life now; it's much more comfortable than my life in the city. I don't have to be subservient to anyone. Delivering mail to others every day feels like sharing my joy with them. When you treat work as a hobby, or when your hobby happens to become your job, then your life is happy—I've always believed that.

But life can't always be calm; even stagnant water has its ripples. That day was warm, I slept well that night, and woke up to a sunny morning. I felt exceptionally relaxed and happy, as if I had become younger, and would stay young forever. I sorted and packed the letters and packages in the post office's collection room, then carried a stack of packages out the door. Today, Ms. Zheng sent me two packages. One was the usual kind, feeling like clothes from the outside. The other was a box, its contents unclear from the outside. I have my own rules; I absolutely cannot open other people's mail or packages. I only touched it out of curiosity. But I had a feeling the contents were unusual. It was different from her usual packages. The box wasn't big, but it was heavy. Usually, packages are flat boxes, but this one was a long box, like a flashlight. Sigh, I stopped being curious. Maybe it was cosmetics or something. Ms. Zheng was teaching at the time, so I waited outside her office for a while. After class, she came out carrying a stack of homework. Seeing me still waiting, she politely invited me in for tea, but I had other packages to deliver, so I politely declined. I hadn't walked more than a few steps out of the school gate when I heard Teacher Zheng calling me from behind: "Xiao Zhang, wait a minute." I turned around in confusion, and she brought me two bright red Fuji apples. I was really something else; staring at the apples and then at Teacher Zheng's large, swaying breasts under her shirt, I froze and forgot to say thank you. Teacher Zheng said, "Xiao Zhang, thank you so much. You waited for me for so long, and your bag was so heavy, without even taking a break." "She shoved the apple into my arms, flashing a radiant smile. I suddenly realized how beautiful Ms. Zheng was; her pearly white teeth almost brightened the gloomy world. My heart skipped a beat.

That night, I couldn't sleep. The last time I felt that way was years ago. Back then, I met my first love. I naively thought we'd be together forever, working hard, buying a house, getting married, having children. But love in the ivory tower is always so fragile. We didn't last long before reality crushed us. I was utterly defeated, teetering on the brink of collapse. The past is too painful to recall, so let's not dwell on it. Right now, there's someone stirring my heart. It's already three in the morning, and my brain is still racing like it was during an exam." "What's wrong with me? She's a married woman, what are you dreaming about?" A voice in my head was desperately trying to pull me back to reason, but it seemed no match for desire. For the first time in six months, I pulled out the erotic novels hidden deep in my phone, vigorously masturbating until that sticky fluid gushed out, and the excitement in my heart still hadn't subsided. Another sleepless night.

Some people, once they enter your life, stay there and never leave, like Teacher Zheng. She seems to often buy things online, so I run into her at the school's reception desk every few days. But my burgeoning lust was no longer satisfied with those few days apart. Finally, one day, my reason was defeated, and the wings of desire spread their terrifying giant wings, flying towards that evil flower.

It was Sunday. After delivering packages around the school, I finally arrived. Weekend mail was usually forwarded by Uncle Qin at the mailroom, but he wasn't there that day, so I went to the teachers' dormitory at the back. It was morning, and the school was deserted. After delivering a few packages, I went straight to Teacher Zheng's dormitory. Just as I was about to knock, a seductive sound came from inside. The familiar sound made my legs feel like lead. I used to love that heavenly sound when I was in a hotel with my girlfriend. Could it be Teacher Zheng's voice from inside? My suspicions grew. Humans are driven by both fear and curiosity about the unknown, and I was no exception. Seeing that no one was around, I quickly pressed my ear to the crack in the door. (As an aside, the teachers' dormitory at the small town's junior high school was an old bungalow from the 1980s, with old poplar wood plank doors. The town's humid climate meant that over time, small gaps would appear, making it impossible to close the door completely.) I don't know if fate was trying to play matchmaker or what, but I happened to step in dog poop that day. Through the tiny crack in the door, I could just see a plump, pert white buttocks thrusting back repeatedly, with a freshly opened package lying haphazardly beside it—it didn't look like there was anyone else inside. Was she holding some kind of device? Teacher Zheng's moans grew sweeter and sweeter, a constant stream of "uh-huh" and "ya-ya," sounds far more pleasurable than my ex-girlfriend's moans. When my girlfriend and I went to hotels, we always went to those cheap, makeshift rooms with terrible soundproofing. Even with the TV volume at maximum, my girlfriend had to suppress her voice; we could never really let loose. Teacher Zheng seemed to have lost herself in the moment, her lewd moans unrestrained. That fair, round buttocks thrust back hard, and I could see it now—it was a pink dildo, dripping with a clear, viscous liquid. That almost perfect, beautiful buttocks ignited a long-dormant lust within me. My penis was hard, ridiculously hard. If I hadn't been wearing thick winter clothes, people would have noticed. No, standing here would surely lead to discovery. I needed to make a clean getaway, even though the scene inside was incredibly lewd. After delivering other packages to the mailroom, Uncle Qin still hadn't returned. I quietly placed Teacher Zheng's package on the table and hurried back to my lodgings—my crotch was completely wet.

The days passed quickly. I ran into Teacher Zheng many times but didn't know what to say. Only at night, alone, would I start to speculate about her marriage, what kind of person her husband was, and what exactly happened that day—why didn't she find a man? Right, why can't I pursue Teacher Zheng? Another voice in my head told me. The more I thought, the more confused I became. I often suffered from insomnia because of these thoughts, and I couldn't concentrate at work during the day, delivering the wrong packages several times. Even the director, who had initially been quite accommodating, gradually noticed something and subtly hinted that he would introduce me to a girl.

The days passed by in a daze, until the day I decided to forget this unrealistic wish. The night before, I told my boss I wanted to be transferred to deliver mail around the health station in another part of the town. The head of the station smiled knowingly, which was an admission. The next morning, I sorted the packages, preparing for my last trip to the school. I made sure I looked neat and tidy that day; I wanted to say goodbye to my innocent past, then listen to the head of the station go on blind dates, and then marry a local girl and settle down. That's how our parents did it; couldn't we do the same? Arriving at the school, I handed the mail and packages to Grandpa Qin. Riding my motorcycle to the back classrooms and single dormitories, I felt I needed to see Teacher Zheng, the woman who kept me up at night, even if it was just a fleeting glance—yes, just a glance. But that one glance led me to the man beside Teacher Zheng. The man was probably around thirty years old, the refined type, wearing glasses, but from his appearance, he wasn't a friendly person. From his eyes, I seemed to be able to glimpse his inner intentions. He and Teacher Zheng were arguing fiercely, completely disregarding their image. Suddenly, he grabbed Teacher Zheng's arm hard and dragged her into the house. I hid behind a tree, holding my breath. After a few minutes, I came to my senses and ran to Teacher Zheng's dormitory, my mind blank.

It was still that small gap, but this time, behind that fair, pert buttocks was a short, thick, black penis. Teacher Zheng didn't seem very cooperative; her buttocks kept swaying, and the penis was thrown out after a while, leaving her in a very disheveled state. The man was very unhappy and slapped Teacher Zheng hard across the face. Her mouth was probably stuffed with something, and she could only make "mmm" sounds of dissatisfaction. A minute later, the man roared and collapsed weakly onto that exceptionally beautiful body, panting heavily. A while later, the man put on his clothes, spat fiercely next to Teacher Zheng, and cursed, "I wonder which son of a bitch will get lucky this time." He then left without paying attention to Teacher Zheng's crying. I felt terribly upset, but my penis was rock hard. He's so damn disobedient! That night, I made a decision. Even now, I don't know if it was right or wrong. That night, I went to Teacher Zheng's dormitory. I gently knocked on her door, "bang," no response. I knocked again, "bang," "Who is it?" Teacher Zheng opened the door. She must have just finished showering; she was wearing a white plaid nightgown, and her large, wavy hair seemed to be steaming. "Hey, Zhang, it's you? What's up so late?" I suppressed the sinful pleasure I felt, almost like a drug addict, and said, trembling slightly, "May I come in?" Teacher Zheng seemed oblivious to my unease, readily opening the door and saying, "Haha, look how confused I am! Come in, come in." I went inside. It wasn't very big; there was a desk, a computer table, two chairs, and directly opposite the door was the single bed—the one that had twice given me a glimpse of her beautiful buttocks that kept me awake at night. My filthy thoughts made everything around me seem to exude a lewd aura. Teacher Zhou poured me a cup of tea and asked with a smile, "Little Zhang, are you free today? Come sit here sometime, I can't get you to come even when I call you." My throat was almost hoarse, and I managed to squeeze out a "Mm." Teacher Zheng noticed something was wrong and asked, "Little Zhang, is something wrong?" My face flushed red and then turned pale, and I finally managed to squeeze out a sentence, "I heard Teacher Zheng has a computer here, I'd like to come and surf the internet." "Oh, you child, it's just a small thing, just say it, you're such a shy young man. Here, go ahead and use it, it's always on." That night, I don't even know what I ordered. From Sina to Sohu, from Taobao to Dangdang, I browsed one after another, not even knowing what I looked at. It was very late, and the mischievous energy inside me seemed to have melted away in that cozy little house or something, so I got up to say goodbye. "Sister Zheng, um, it's getting late, I'll go back now, thank you." "Teacher Zheng was sitting on the bed reading when she heard I was leaving. She quickly stood up to see me off. The moment she stood up, her slightly loose nightgown revealed a glimpse of her fair and full breasts. I froze, and a surge of lust almost burst forth from within me.

Even now, I don't understand where I got the courage back then; it seemed like I was driven by an external force. I tightly wrapped my arms around her slender waist, pulled her into a deep embrace, and kissed her fiercely. She didn't resist, just let out a soft 'uh,' and then closed her eyes. She was intoxicated; the kiss was wonderful. My hands slid from her shoulders, parting her nightgown, down to her full breasts, when she suddenly pulled away. We both stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. She frowned. 'How dare you! Get out of here!' 'I'm sorry,' I said, feeling somewhat embarrassed by her angry expression." She probably realized she'd been a bit harsh, and added, "Don't do that again, or I'll get angry." Usually so dull, I suddenly seemed to understand, and blurted out, "So you're angry now?" Teacher Zheng seemed about to laugh, but suppressed it sharply, and spat at me, "You smooth talker, get out of here!"

I can't remember how I left in the end, only that I seemed to have lost my soul in that cozy little house. After that, I overcame all my shyness and told my boss that I wanted to continue delivering packages in that area. My boss didn't understand, but as long as someone was doing the work, he didn't say anything. Because of the convenience of the job, I would often go to Teacher Zheng's place, saying it was to go online. Teacher Zheng couldn't refuse, or rather, she couldn't bear to refuse, I think. "Bang," "Bang," "Who is it?" "Who else would knock like that besides me?" "How annoying, can't you buy a computer yourself? Coming here every day." Then I reluctantly opened the door. It seemed to have become a habit. Every time I left, I would force myself to hug and kiss Teacher Zheng for a while, but I never went any further. Because the image of Teacher Zheng writhing under that man's body kept flashing in my mind. That image was so real that every time I was about to get my gun, it would extinguish my desire. That day, I finally mustered up the courage to ask Teacher Zheng. "Sister Zheng, that day, you and that man, I... I saw it." Sister Zheng started off confused, then got a little angry and said, "What did you see?" "I saw everything." "You bastard, it's one thing for others to bully me, but you bullied me too!" As she spoke, Sister Zheng started hitting my chest with her weak little fists like a madwoman, tears streaming down her face. I didn't know what to do; I just waited dumbly for her answer.

That night we talked a lot. Teacher Zheng used to be from the county town. After graduating from university, she returned to the county town to teach at a middle school. Because of her beauty, she caught the eye of the son of the finance bureau chief. With her family's encouragement, she was essentially "married into a wealthy family." A few months later, she became pregnant with their child. But the bureau chief's son was a beast; he spent his days partying and even contracted a disease from prostitutes, which he then infected with Teacher Zheng. She lost the child, and in a fit of anger, Teacher Zheng left the county town and came to this small town. A while ago, the man wanted Teacher Zheng to sign divorce papers, but then he wanted to... I raped Teacher Zheng again, this time with her beautiful flesh on my body. And then I just happened to see it. Looking at the poor girl in my arms, my heart ached. I held her warm body tightly, lowered my head, and grabbed her delicate little mouth, kissing her fiercely. My hands slowly moved to Teacher Zheng's high, beautiful breasts. She let out a soft moan, as if it was ticklish. I breathed on her luscious ear, "Baby, don't move, I'll make you feel good, I promise it's better than that fake one." "What?" Teacher Zheng looked at me coquettishly, "You saw that too?" I hummed in agreement. You bad boy, when did you start spying on me? "Let's not talk about it anymore, let your little brother love you properly." Teacher Zheng seemed to resign herself to her fate, closing her beautiful eyes. Her long eyelashes were like a doll's, making one want to reach out and fondle that beautiful flesh. "Baby, look how swollen your breasts are!" "You rascal, stop pretending, just take me."

I'd overcome my initial psychological barriers and felt no more apprehension towards this beautiful woman. I no longer restrained myself, lifting her body and placing her entirely on my lap. Despite her large breasts and round buttocks, Ms. Zheng wasn't very heavy. I slipped one hand under her nightgown skirt to her alluring buttocks, rubbing them in circles; with the other hand, I grabbed Ms. Zheng's soft, white breasts and started nibbling on them. Those two big light bulbs always gave me endless pleasure. Soon, Ms. Zheng was moaning and panting. My penis was pressed against her thigh, and she groped for it, giving it a hard tug—it was really big. "Want it?" I asked. "You bad boy," she said, rubbing her penis up and down, making me feel an urge to ejaculate. Feeling the time was right, I pulled down Ms. Zheng's panties. Although she was under thirty, she wore very conservative panties—the kind of plain white cotton panties without any patterns. I saw a slightly damp patch there, so I licked it with my tongue. There was a fishy smell, but not very strong, probably because she had just showered. "You little rascal, why are you licking there?" Ms. Zheng was quite embarrassed. "Hehe, you're mine tonight, aren't you?" I gently pulled down her panties; they were already soaking wet inside.

I felt there was a limit to my teasing. The beauty beneath me was already burning with desire, so I laid her flat on the bed, took out my swollen penis, and slowly inserted it. It felt so warm! I slowly began to thrust in and out, and she was already moaning like celestial music. I tried to kiss her, but I was captivated by her little mouth, falling into a passionate French kiss. Lovely sex is so wonderful; I don't think I've ever made love with such complete emotional investment before. Her lower body was tight but full of love juice, her breasts soft and smooth like fresh tofu. After sitting for a while, I wanted to try a different position, so I gently patted her plump buttocks, "Baby, how about from behind?" Her dark eyes sparkled, her cheeks and the area around her eyes were still red. She was still biting her lower lip, frowning as she looked at me, nodding shyly like a child. Women are so cute when they're like little children. She was holding a pillow in front of her, so I positioned her buttocks and started thrusting again. Watching from afar and being there in person are definitely two different experiences. Looking at the curves of her fair and smooth back, the big waves of her hair cascading down, her plump and juicy buttocks raised for me to thrust into, a strange vanity spread throughout my body, almost making me ejaculate. What a beauty. Teacher Zheng beneath me was already exhausted and lying on the pillow, only her buttocks raised, waiting for me to ejaculate. I pulled her upper body up, grabbed her breasts that I never tired of squeezing and kneaded them, and began my final thrusts. "Ah. Ah. Be gentle. Ah," Teacher Zheng finally begged for mercy. I felt I was nearing my limit too, and after a few hard thrusts, I collapsed onto her. It had been so long since I'd done it; it felt so good. After that, Teacher Zheng and I began our clandestine affair. I was young then, always putting sex first, never thinking about marriage or responsibility. There were no boarding students at this school; school ended at 5 PM. Many teachers were from the town and went home. Besides Teacher Zheng, there were a few others living in single apartments, but they didn't live together. So, after 6 PM every night, the campus was almost deserted.

After dark, I would ride my beat-up motorcycle to school. "Bang," "Bang," came Teacher Zheng's voice from inside, "Coming, coming." "You rascal, here to quench your thirst with your sister again? Come in quickly!" I quickly went in and closed the door, grinning as I held the beauty in my arms and cherished her. It was truly a blissful time. Teacher Zheng liked it when I penetrated her from behind, saying it made it easier for her to climax. I was happy to do it too; not only could I touch her breasts, but I could also control the situation. Moreover, Teacher Zheng's buttocks were simply exquisite, a catalyst for our sex life, a shock absorber for our piston-like movements—truly wonderful. Soon, I had explored Teacher Zheng's body thoroughly, including her untouched chrysanthemum, using quite a bit of lubricant. We did it in her dormitory, and even several times at night on the playground when no one was around—it was incredibly exciting. Just imagine a vast, empty place, the sky as your blanket, the ground as your bed, penetrating a beautiful woman under a sky full of stars—what an enchanting scene that would be!

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