Helping girls improve their Mandarin

That year, I was transferred by my company to work in country P in Eastern Europe. According to regulations, my wife was supposed to come with me, but she had her own career in China and didn't want to become my spouse. Reluctantly, I went alone.

Being alone abroad, my free time was incredibly difficult to fill. Besides going online and watching TV, I was extremely bored and lonely. Sometimes I would meet up with some Chinese friends at a Chinese restaurant for drinks and chats to pass the time.

In the Chinese community in country P, I met a middle-aged couple. Because we often drank and chatted together, we gradually became close friends. They came to country P in the early 1990s. Initially, the couple made money by smuggling clothing from China, carrying it on their backs. After ten years of hard work, their business grew significantly. Now, they not only own several chain stores specializing in Chinese clothing in P, but also have stores in neighboring countries.

The couple were both in their forties; the husband's surname was Wang, and the wife's surname was Li. Because I had more contact with Lao Wang, we became more casual with each other. I don't know when it started, but we began calling each other brothers; I called him Brother Wang, and he called me Brother Niu.

They had obtained permanent residency in country P, received green cards, and bought a luxury house and a villa. Although they had made a lot of money and were among the most successful Chinese in the area, the couple was still very busy with their business, rarely home, constantly traveling and frequently returning to China to place orders.

They had a daughter named Ai Ai, who was 18 years old that year and attending high school in country P. Lao Wang told me that Ai Ai had moved to country P with them when she was 8 years old, and now she was fluent in the language; if you only heard her speak and didn't see her, you wouldn't know she was a Chinese girl. Lao Wang said what worried him was that Ai Ai was almost unable to speak Chinese! The couple is busy with their business and doesn't have time to take care of her. They've taken her back to China a few times, but she says she can't get used to life there and insists on coming back. If this continues, she might not be able to speak a word of Chinese in two years.

I met Ai'ai once, when I was invited to her home. The girl is quite a beauty: 1.72 meters tall, with long, slender legs—definitely model material. She has two shallow dimples on her oval face, and her bright, almond-shaped eyes seem to speak volumes. Her skin is fair and delicate, and her thick, black hair falls over her shoulders—a true Eastern beauty!

However, this child has a rather strange temper. Her father told her to call me Uncle Niu, but she refused, giving me a sidelong glance with disdain. She also barely acknowledges her parents. Old Wang explained to me that he's always busy outside and rarely gets to come home to spend time with his child, which he feels guilty about, so he always indulges her, spoiling her rotten.

One Saturday, Lao Wang called me and asked me to come to his house, saying he had something to discuss. I was puzzled; what could it be? I arrived at his house on time, and his family of three was there. Lao Wang looked at me with a smile and said, "Brother Niu! You have to help me out. I'd like to ask you to tutor Ai Ai in Chinese. Please don't refuse!

Four times a month, one day every Saturday, and I'll pay you..." I was taken aback by Lao Wang's words; I wasn't prepared at all. I wondered what Ai Ai's attitude would be; she was no pushover! I turned to look at Ai Ai, and to my surprise, she nodded a few times. Since that was the case, what could I say? So I said to Lao Wang, "We're friends, why talk about payment? It's just that my level is limited, but I'll do my best." And that was the arrangement.

At first, I was worried that the little girl wouldn't study hard and might even cause trouble for me, so I was a bit apprehensive. The result was beyond my expectations; she studied extremely diligently. I told her stories, history, and read to her, forcing her to chat with me in Chinese. After a few months, her Chinese conversational skills improved significantly, and her reading comprehension also increased. Her parents were overjoyed and kept thanking me.

Summer arrived, and Mr. and Mrs. Wang prepared to return to China to order winter clothes and handle some business matters, a trip that would last more than a month. Before leaving, they specifically entrusted Ai'ai to me, asking me not only to continue teaching her Chinese but also to take good care of her in her daily life. Mr. Wang told me that when Ai'ai was little, whenever he and his wife had to travel far away, they would send her to live with a family from P country. Now that she was older, and with me taking care of her, they felt even more at ease.

A few days after Mr. and Mrs. Wang left, Ai'ai's summer vacation began. Saturday arrived again, and as usual, I arrived at her house on time. As soon as I entered, I saw a small suitcase next to her and asked with a smile, "Are you going on a trip too?" The little girl smiled at me and said mysteriously, "How about we move our class to my villa today? I'll give you a surprise!"

I had heard that her family owned a beautiful villa in the B Lake scenic area, but I had never been there. This was a perfect opportunity, so why not go and see it for myself? I nodded. Yuanyuan, carrying a small suitcase, led me to her parking space. I wondered to myself: why bring a suitcase for just one day? Although I had my doubts, I didn't press her for details.

Yuanyuan had already gotten her driver's license, and she insisted on driving herself. An hour and a half later, the car arrived at her villa. The villa was built near a large lake, less than 100 meters from the shore. The villa was surrounded by lush green grass and distant woods, making it exceptionally tranquil. There weren't many villas here; they were scattered sparsely along the lakeside lawns or in the woods, a typical wealthy villa area.

Her family's villa was a two-story brick and wood structure with a large yard filled with various flowers, plants, and fruit trees, and a grove of trees at the back. The first floor had two bedrooms, a large living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom; the second floor had three rooms, a bathroom, and a storage room; below the first floor was a large semi-underground garage where cars could be driven directly from the yard.

Yuanyuan led me directly to the second floor…her bedroom. Her bedroom was about 20 square meters, with a sloping roof. The wooden beams were painted the color of ancient paulownia, giving it a rustic and rugged feel, but this style of room didn't seem suitable for a young girl's bedroom. I asked Yuanyuan why she didn't choose a room on the first floor. She glared at me and said, "I don't want to live so close to them!"

The room was fully furnished with furniture and appliances, but strangely, under a beam in the middle of the room, there was a long, four-legged table, completely out of place with the rest of the room's layout; I wondered what it was for. I sat on the sofa, looking around the room, and asked what we should talk about today. Aiyuan stood by the long table, facing me, and asked, "Can I ask you a few Chinese words?" I said, "Of course." She pointed to her bulging breasts and asked, "What's this called?" I was taken aback, then realized we'd never discussed this in class before. She was a grown woman, and since she was studying Chinese, it was understandable that she wanted to know the names of human organs.

So I answered, "These are breasts."

Then she turned around, her backside facing me, patted her slightly upturned, round, fleshy buttocks, and turned back to ask, "What's this called?

" "Buttocks."

"And the opening inside?"

"It's called an anus, or an anus!" Before I could finish speaking, Yuanyuan sat on the long table, spread her legs, and started rubbing her genitals! At this point, I was completely blushing and at a loss for words.

She squinted, staring intently at me, then said in a strange tone, "I won't ask anymore, let's watch a DVD." Before I could react, she jumped off the table, pulled a DVD from her pocket, and put it on the player.

It was a Japanese DVD about sadomasochism, the first high-quality DVD I'd ever seen with such clear picture quality (no pixelation) and comprehensive content. The content included bondage, spanking, anal torture, and genital torture, making my blood boil, and my little brother was in a constant "protest"! Actually, I wanted to stop Yuanyuan and angrily storm out; the internal struggle was quite intense, but ultimately desire triumphed over reason.

When the DVD was more than halfway through, Yuanyuan left the room for some reason, and I continued watching by myself.

Just as I finished, she walked in completely naked, her buttocks bare! Wow, this beautiful Eastern woman's naked body was truly captivating! Her proportionate and slender figure was simply impeccable; I was completely mesmerized.
She placed the small suitcase she brought on the sofa next to me and opened it. It turned out to be full of sadomasochistic tools—a truly diverse and overwhelming array. It was the first time I'd ever seen these things in person; I'd only ever seen pictures online. I asked Ai Yuan, "What if her parents find out?"

She smiled and said, "I won't let them see it! It's usually kept at my friend's house." I asked if it was her boyfriend. She said no, just a friend she hangs out with. She said her friend's parents were divorced, and he owned his own house. I already knew Ai Yuan's intentions today, but I still held onto my last line of defense: Yuan Yuan was my friend's daughter, and I couldn't do anything to betray her.

Ai Yuan took a thick dildo from the suitcase, then sat on the long table opposite me and skillfully inserted it into her vagina. I quickly stopped her: "You're so young, and you're already taking your virginity?!" A cold smile crept across her lips: "Where do you think this is? This is Europe! All the girls in our class aren't girls anymore!"

I stared, dumbfounded.

She vigorously thrust the dildo into her vagina, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes darting around as she said, "Come on! Come play with me, come sexually abuse me..."

I ignored her. She continued, "I thought you were very manly, but I didn't expect you to be all bark and

no bite. You're a coward!" "I'm telling you, you little brat! Don't be so stubborn. If you anger me, you'll regret it!"

She grinned contemptuously, "Then come on, I'll play along, you coward!"

Her words instantly enraged me, unleashing the pent-up desires I had long suppressed, a desire that had been simmering for so long. I jumped up from the sofa, rushed to the long table, and roughly forced Ai Yuan onto it. I tied her hands and feet to the table legs with rope, stuffed a pillow under her lower abdomen to make her buttocks stick up even higher, and then tied her waist to the table several times with another rope. I found a two-foot-long spanking paddle in her suitcase and swung it hard, striking her buttocks with a crisp sound. A bright red welt appeared on her fair and delicate bottom.

Besides letting out a cry of "Ouch!", Yuan Yuan even managed to call me a "coward!" Enraged, I continued to strike her with the paddle. One slap, one cry of "Ouch, coward!", and I continued until she had received more than 20 blows. Looking at her buttocks, they were red and swollen, crisscrossed with raised welts—a truly pitiful sight. But Ai Yuan still wouldn't give up, continuing to curse, "Coward! Coward!" I didn't want to hit her anymore; it would be troublesome if I really hurt her.

Since we'd already started, why not have some fun? It was all the same anyway. I untied Yuan Yuan's ropes and ordered her to lie on the long table. Her buttocks touched the table, and she gasped in pain, but she still obediently followed my instructions, bending her legs and lying in an M-shape, a complete change from her previous arrogant demeanor. I wanted to first use my hands to probe her anus and vagina before using the tools. I inserted my right index finger into her vagina and my middle finger into her anus, carefully playing with them, experiencing the sensation of only a thin layer of flesh separating her anus and vagina.

She wasn't idle either, softly moaning and speaking to me intermittently. She asked me if I knew of any cruel torture methods used in ancient Korea specifically on women's private parts. I said I didn't.

She told me that this form of torture involved inserting a sharpened wooden stick into a woman's vagina, piercing the intestinal wall, and then exiting through the anus…; she also told me about an ancient Turkish torture method where a sharpened wooden stake was buried in the ground, and the victim was forced to sit on it, the stake piercing the anus and gradually penetrating the internal organs, causing death within about a day and a night—a method that caused immense suffering; finally, she told me about the torture methods used by the US military on Vietnamese women during the Vietnam War, such as inserting red-hot iron rods into the anus; stuffing cotton soaked in gasoline into a woman's vagina and setting it on fire; burning the anus with an alcohol torch; inserting steel needles around the anus, completing a circle, and then inserting a thick stick into the anus, etc. These things were completely unheard of to me.

I wondered, how could this young girl know all this? Of course, she emphasized that she didn't want to be subjected to such torture; she just felt more stimulated talking about these things while being played with by men. She said it would be more effective if I said those things.

I found a vaginal speculum in Yuanyuan's suitcase, which immediately piqued my interest. I'd never seen what a woman's vagina looked like before, even at my age. It was a woman's private area, always shrouded in mystery and allure for men. But I'd never had such an opportunity before.

Yuanyuan's pubic hair was already quite thick and lush, though somewhat yellowish and soft.

I parted her labia minora with my hands and slowly inserted the speculum's nozzle deep into her vagina. Then I adjusted the screw, and the nozzle gradually opened her vaginal opening. I shone a flashlight on it, carefully observing the depths of her vagina. The cervix was clearly visible. The cervix resembled an anus, with folds, only larger, perhaps because it needed to open even wider during childbirth. Its color was also different from an anus; it was a tender pink.

I took a stainless steel stick from her bag, with a semi-circular, spoon-like object at the end. I inserted it into her vagina, pushing it all the way to the cervix.

I continued rummaging through her "treasure box" and found something unusual. It resembled a spring whip, with two dildos at either end. The dildos weren't smooth; they were covered in bumpy, raised bumps, connected by a spring in the middle. The spring was stiff; it took some force to bend the two dildos, but they would immediately spring back to their original position when released. I inserted one end of the "spring whip" into Yuanyuan's vagina, then forcefully bent the other end, making the entire "spring whip" a lying U-shape, and inserted it into her anus, then released it.

At this point, the dildos inserted in her anus and vagina would spring in opposite directions due to the spring's elasticity. I thought to myself, this stimulation might not be pleasant. Sure enough, Yuanyuan cried out "Daddy! Mommy!" and shook her head like a rattle-drum. Because she wasn't tied up, she even tried to pull out the two penises herself. I held her down firmly, preventing her from pulling them out, and said sternly, "You have to hold on for at least 5 minutes, as punishment!

"...

What to do next?

Yuanyuan introduced me to a new toy. Like a "spring whip," it could be used for anal and genital torture simultaneously, only the direction of the force was opposite, and I could control the intensity. She told me to tie her up and hang her up before playing with her. She suggested that I clamp her nipples as well, so that all the sensitive points on a woman's body could be tortured at the same time, making her feel more humiliated and more stimulated. The girl's breasts were already quite developed, like two round buns of rich dough on her chest. They were very elastic to the touch, clearly the breasts of an unmarried young girl. I found two strings of special nipple clamps with small bells and clamped them onto her tender nipples, which looked like little cherries.

Ai Yuan introduced a device similar to pliers. The jaws were two thumb-thick rods covered with densely packed rubber beads. Holding the handles allowed you to control the jaws to open and close.

I immediately understood how to use it. I inserted the jaws into Ai Yuan's anus and vagina, respectively, and pressed the handles. The two rubber-beaded jaws began to squeeze together inside her anus and vagina.

Was it pain?

Or pleasure?

Her breathing became increasingly heavy, and she cried out in pain. While pressing down on the handles, I interrogated her, saying, "Tell the truth! Did you plan this all along? If you don't tell the truth, I'll use these pliers to tear your anus and vagina apart!"

She shook her head desperately, her body writhing violently, screaming in agony. Her naked body, suspended in the air, swayed back and forth with her struggles…

I personally have a particular fondness for playing with girls' anuses, but I've never had the chance before. Although I've browsed some things about this online, my knowledge is limited. I took out all the tools I thought were for anal play from her box and put them on the table, ready to get started. Yuanyuan looked at me with a smile and said, "There are specific bondage methods for anal play, do you know? The Japanese are very particular about this. After binding her up, the girl's anus has to face the sky, so you'll have to re-bind me."

Hehe! She's become my teacher! Usually, adults instruct children, but we've reversed it.

Following Yuanyuan's instructions, I moved two standing clothes hangers to both sides of the long table, had her raise her legs high and spread them apart with her knees bent, and tied her feet to the clothes hangers on both sides of the table with rope, leaving only her shoulders on the table. This way, her body formed a W-shape, with the soles of her feet and her entire buttocks facing the sky, and her buttocks naturally opened, so her anus was fully exposed. The effect was indeed excellent; this position was more sexy, more stimulating, and easier for me to play with. Naturally, I wouldn't miss this excellent opportunity. I used anal dilators, various plugs of different sizes, and dildos in a frenzy, having a blast! …

Following Ai Yuan's guidance, I found a pair of stainless steel vibrating eggs in her box. She told me these weren't ordinary vibrating eggs; they could emit pulsed high-voltage currents to stimulate the vagina and anus, making one feel incredibly comfortable! She said, "This thing is great, but it's also terrifying. You can imagine how delicate and sensitive our private parts are. What would it feel like to have electricity applied to them? You can't even imagine! But the pleasure and intense sensation are also part of it."

She added, "After each time I play with it, I have to wait a long time before I dare to play again, because I both love and fear this thing! The pain is like hell, but the subsequent pleasure is like heaven; only after a while, when the intense desire takes over, do I want to play again without hesitation. She also said that it's best to have a man do it for me, a little coercion makes it more fun. I haven't played with it in a long time, so I'll ask you to come today." I

carefully examined the vibrating egg; one was larger, which I thought was for insertion into the vagina, and the other smaller one was definitely for insertion into the anus. The vibrating egg had several small round holes evenly distributed on its surface. A small box containing four AA batteries was connected to the end of the egg by a wire. The box had a piano-key style switch. When I pressed the switch, a rhythmic clicking sound came from the vibrating egg, and my hand holding it felt numb and slightly tingling, like an electric shock. I thought its principle was similar to an electric lighter for a gas stove.

Yuanyuan explained that the holes on the vibrating egg were for discharging electricity; in dim light, pressing the switch would reveal electric sparks inside. Wow! What an amazing thing! I concluded that this contraption was made by a professional manufacturer, and the voltage and current it generated were definitely within safe limits, posing no danger.

Yuanyuan instructed me to give her several enemas before playing with it, otherwise, if any impurities got into the holes, cleaning would be difficult. With everything prepared, I re-tied her up and hung her up, gag her, and didn't forget to use the nipple clamps. I inserted the larger one deep into her vagina and the smaller one deep into her anus. First, I pressed the switch for the larger one. Yuanyuan's body tensed up violently, her hair stood on end, and her eyes widened!

She let out screams. Then I pressed the switch for the smaller one. Her anus contracted violently, and her buttocks clenched tightly together… I pressed the switches alternately with both hands, sometimes even both at the same time. The girl's body was like a live fish being fried in oil.

She jumped and

thrashed about,

struggling desperately. Soon, she was covered in sweat, saliva and tears streaming down her face, her neck stiffened, and her eyes rolled back. Then, a liquid gushed from her vagina; she reached orgasm… At that moment, I couldn't help but ejaculate as well.

[The End]

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