[A Female Teacher's Erotic Diary]

Chapter One: Indulging in Youth

April 4, 2018 A quiet night for conversation

During today's "Appreciation of Classical Novels" class, I happened to see a student's desk with a copy of "
Xiaolin Guangji " (A Collection of Humorous Anecdotes). I flipped through it for a while, and a
limerick that used the phrase "male masturbation" to mock people with the surname "Ni" caught my attention. It read:

“There’s an old poem that mocks someone with the surname Ni. I’ll transcribe it for a laugh: ‘

Sitting alone in my study, my hand is my wife; this feeling is not for outsiders to know.

If I switch my left hand to my right, it’s like abandoning my wife and marrying again.

One stroke, one stroke, and another stroke, my whole body itches and my bones are confused.

Drops fall to the ground, and my descendants will all bear the surname Ni (mud).’”

My cheeks flushed, and I chuckled. The student probably guessed which
dirty joke I’d seen in the book, and he smiled shyly, flustered. I put the book down and gently comforted him, saying, “This book
is very good. It records many of the ancient people’s interests and jokes. Reading it after class can soothe your mood. I like it too.”

He took the book and stuffed it into his desk, his face red. Nodding, I still couldn't quite recall her name, but
gazing at her handsome face, I felt a genuine sense of kinship. The sunny,
healthy, youthful, and artistic aura she exuded seemed to transport me back to those happy and unforgettable times from over a decade ago…

I turned and walked back to the podium, that familiar feeling of
pride once again coursing through my body. I was certain that, apart from that boy from before, all the other boys' eyes
were fixed on my lower body: my rounded hips encased in a black tight-fitting short skirt, my long and firm calves,
paired with a pair of sheer, slightly glossy flesh-colored stockings.

The rhythmic clatter of high heels, like a jarring wake-up call, jolted the daydreaming
boys . The mature allure before them was fleeting; they needed to refocus and savor this captivating
sexiness. I was increasingly enjoying this feeling, what men called "voyeurism." It possessed
a soothing, subtle stimulation unlike anything experienced during intercourse. Every pore, every inch of skin, every erogenous zone was
on high alert , tense and ready, afraid of disappointing a pair of hungry eyes.

My tone remained unchanged—elegant, approachable, professional, and earnest—but every movement seemed meticulously
staged, sometimes noble, sometimes ambiguous. The students' eyes followed, sometimes dreamy, sometimes
yearning . To me, each gaze was an invisible penis, forcefully thrusting into my
pores, which were even hungrier than theirs. The originally serious and elegant classroom was always filled with an aura of lust because of me. But
only the first-year students experiencing the stirrings of puberty and I, a young teacher deeply immersed in the sea of desire, could
truly understand the taste of this lust.

Every time I step out of the classroom, a sudden heat rises from my genitals, and a gush of fluid spurts out, soaking
the delicate peony on my underwear. Rain or shine, heat or cold,
this heat has never ceased since the moment I became a teacher at this school.

Right now, the underwear with the peony on it lies to the side. Dragging my limp body after the orgasm, I wipe away
the splattered fluid, especially a puddle in my diary that has perfectly soaked
the poem from *Xiaolin Guangji*. I silently recite it again, and suddenly inspiration strikes. I try to compose a limerick about girls
masturbating. Since boys call it "hitting a plane," then we girls can call it "watering the flower."
Okay, let's tease girls about masturbation.

Today I have a poem about watering flowers, mocking female masturbation. I'll record it here for a laugh:

Alone in my empty chamber, my hand becomes my husband; what are the hidden feelings behind this?

Left hand pulls out, right hand thrusts, like a penis going in and out.

One touch, two rubs, three thrusts, a whole body feels pleasurable, itchy to the bone.

Suddenly my delicate body trembles like a sieve, hot, lustful fluids splatter all over the floor.

In this quiet night without my husband by my side, this huge fake penis is my "husband." It's cold and
hard, but it has given me countless warm nights. I'll stop writing now, hugging it as I fall asleep, waiting for
tomorrow's "real penis" that can replace it, the one that haunts my dreams!

April 5, 2018. After dinner, reminiscing about

the drizzling rain, my lustful thoughts are overwhelming. A corner of her apricot-yellow long trench coat fluttered slightly in the wind, momentarily revealing a glimpse of her rounded buttocks encased in a red
tight-fitting dress, adding an ambiguous bright spot to the gloomy street. Male passersby jogging to avoid the rain occasionally stole glances back. I think no one could bear to miss a graceful and beautiful young woman
on this unsettling rainy day . I was once again immersed in the secret pleasure of being watched, and I quickened my pace, my hips swaying more seductively. The hissing sound of my black stockings rubbing against my thighs and the light clatter of my high heels were like the long moans of a cat in heat, arousing the lustful desires of every male cat that brushed past me. As I turned the corner to enter the hotel, two workers who were sheltering from the rain stared at me with gritted teeth and fierce eyes, like two hungry wolves ready to pounce on a lamb. If we weren't in the bustling city, I think they would have been unable to control themselves and rushed over to gang rape and ravage me. Thinking about this, I actually felt a surge of excitement. I folded my umbrella, glanced sideways at their lewd stares, and then smiled as I wiped the few raindrops , playing with my firm breasts like I was strumming a guitar. My large breasts swayed slightly, as if dropping a bombshell into the hearts of the two workers. They swallowed hard, their hands clutching helplessly at their chests, their erections rising. I glanced at them again, giving them a triumphant smile, and then quickly walked into the hotel. I felt my lust gradually spiraling out of control. If it weren't for my partner waiting to "rape" me in the room upstairs, I was afraid I would lose control and let those two workers come and rape me. Reaching the room door, I took a deep breath, trying my best to get into the "role" my partner had asked me to play, to perform this seductive act well. Anticipation and excitement made my whole body tingle and flush. I took out the room key and opened the door with trembling hands. The room was somewhat dim, with only a few rays of light streaming in from the window, creating a soft, illuminated I hung up my trench coat and stood in that light, looking out the window towards the hotel entrance, excitedly and anxiously waiting for that figure to appear. After a moment of blankness, I listlessly drew the curtains, making the room even darker, the atmosphere quiet yet somewhat oppressive. Just as I was about to sit down, a soft "snap" broke A small fire flickered, and behind the flame, a serious, cold face appeared and disappeared, its eyes piercingly fixed on me.

I gasped softly, leaning against the windowsill, trying to calm myself. A faint smile slowly appeared on my face as I
gazed at him gently. We didn't speak; we just
stared .

He took two deep drags on his cigarette, then opened his pack and gestured for me to have some. I straightened
my tight skirt and walked over with stiff but slightly provocative steps.

I gently pulled my short skirt up a little, straddling his crossed legs. My soft buttocks pressed against his
thighs, rubbing back and forth. Then I reached out and took his half-smoked cigarette, lightly
touching it A red lip print appeared at the end of the cigarette. I stuck out my tongue and
rubbed and licked the cigarette butt, which still carried his wild scent. I could feel him at that moment like a balloon that had inflated to several points, bulging and
ready to burst forth.

The muscles in his thighs contracted and trembled rhythmically, causing my buttocks to quiver from side to side.

He suddenly reached out and wrapped his right arm around my slender waist, his left hand gripping my fleshy buttocks tightly. He stood up,
pressing his strong chest against my breasts, then looked down at me with an intimidating gaze
, his deep growl: "Is it that hard?!"

I threw away my cigarette, shaking my head to avoid his forceful lips, and hurriedly replied:
"Do you like this? Sit down."

Hearing my words, he paused for a moment. I gently pressed his shoulder and said softly again:
"Sit down."

He slowly sat down again, his breathing heavy, his face still bearing that stern and cold expression. I turned and walked to the sofa by
the window , tossing my long hair to one side. I leaned lightly against the sofa armrest, my legs crossed.
The red, tight-fitting dress I wore seemed like a paintbrush, outlining my already voluptuous and mature body even more alluringly
. The dark, deep opening at the hem of the short skirt was the most subtle blank space hidden in this watercolor painting of me.

My eyes never left him. I knew exactly how to seduce a man with
my gaze—a look that was both affectionate and seductive. After years of navigating the seas of desire, I was all too familiar with using this kind of gaze.

Next, I grasped my ankles with both hands and slid them down my thighs. My short skirt was
pushed up to my buttocks, creating layers of wrinkles that contrasted sharply with the smooth, beautiful buttocks encased in black stockings.

I slightly lifted my buttocks and continued to push the hem of my skirt up to my waist. Then, I used my hands to hold the edges of my stockings and
slowly , evenly, pulled them down. My pale purple, narrow-brimmed lace panties were gradually exposed in the suffocating, erotic air
, like a lit fuse that finally ignited his lust. Just as I pulled the stockings down to
my buttocks, the man I had thoroughly "enraged" rushed towards me.

With a scream from me, he roughly grabbed my hair and shoved me against the opposite wall. Before I
could turn around to beg for mercy, he pressed my neck down with his left hand to prevent me from turning around, while his right hand
yanked at my stockings like a hungry wolf tearing at rotting flesh, the loud "ripping...ripping" sounds echoing throughout the room.

I felt my stockings were already torn to shreds, hanging helplessly in mid-air. Then he suddenly reached
under my crotch, grabbed the strap of my underwear covering my private parts, and yanked it outwards
with a The underwear was ripped in the middle, becoming two strips of cloth hanging around my waist. I immediately
felt a coolness under my crotch, my vagina tightened sharply, and a small stream of heat gushed out. His large hand
roughly , and soon my entire private parts were covered in vaginal fluid. I subconsciously gasped twice more,
which only further aroused his lust.

He grabbed my shoulders, dragged me to the bed, and then shoved me hard, sending me sprawling onto
the bed . I felt a cool breeze sweep over my buttocks and genitals, my head buzzing from the impact. My heart was filled with
fear mixed with a hint of excitement and anticipation, but before I could catch my breath, I felt two sharp slaps on my back
. I turned around in a panic and saw him waving his leather belt. A burning pain instantly
spread throughout my body.

He then jumped onto the bed, raised his hand, and slapped my face back. He
then tightly bound my hands behind my back with a belt, leaving me powerless to resist. Tears
of pain . I felt like a lotus flower battered by autumn rain, delicate and pitiful. But I
knew even more that the more pitiful I was, the more it fueled his desire to conquer me. The real "torture" had only just begun!

After binding my hands, he unzipped his pants. Although I couldn't see, I could feel
a domineering and burly aura rising from behind me. I knew that the mighty and robust thing had been unleashed like a tiger. My tender little
hole trembled twice as if offering itself to someone, and my thick labia opened like little mouths as they were washed by my lustful fluid.
The dignity and shame that should have remained in my body as a wife and mother were instantly overwhelmed by the lust that had been suppressed for several days.

I struggled symbolically a couple of times, waving my most prized, shapely buttocks back and forth in front of him. I remember my
husband once holding his own plump buttocks and exclaiming: "When I hug it, it feels like the warmth of lying in my mother's arms when I was a child.
Your buttocks are full but not greasy, smoother and softer than the skin on my face. Touching them feels like melting my whole body
. It's better than any massage equipment I've ever used. There's always a blush on the tips of your buttocks, like a shy young girl,
that never fades. I'd die for those shapely buttocks, even as a ghost, I'd be a romantic!

" The person behind me wasn't my husband, but I believe that when he saw my waving, sexy buttocks, he must have
felt the same way my husband did.

Sure enough, he roughly pried open my buttocks with his left hand, and with his right hand guiding his penis, he thrust it into my already
throbbing
, thirsty bud. I was breathless, my mouth wide open but unable to scream, and I suddenly arched my back, my upper body tensing into a large arc. He covered my mouth with his hand, thrusting his hips like
a pestle, possessing my body in the most brutal and savage way. It was the most humiliating form of rape,
yet I felt pleasure and even a trace of gratitude, because my goal had been achieved…

After he frantically fucked me over a hundred times, he slowed down the pace slightly. My long-untouched
vagina, like parched land receiving rain, gushed forth… A tremendous wave of pleasure surged to my core, then spread throughout my body. He untied
the leather belt binding me, turned my head around, and launched into a frenzied kiss, giving me no time to breathe. His
hot, powerful tongue forced its way through my lips, forcefully swirling within my mouth. At the same time, one hand slipped inside
my collar, ripped off my bra, and began kneading my breasts with a ruthless, unrestrained pleasure. Each stroke was pure pleasure.
Conquest and possession seemed to declare again and again: You're a slut, everything you have is mine, don't even think about
escaping or resisting me!

After kissing me for a while, he pressed my head down again, displaying his might, his thick penis continuing
to churn and roll inside my tender hole. Each thrust and manipulation was like a tonic, relieving the insatiable
carnal torment that had accompanied me for over a decade!

I know that after he's done with me, there will be an unknown period of hunger and endurance, but I'm already used to it.
I just want to enjoy the pleasure in the moment. I've tried time and time again to break free from the control of lust, but I've
been thwarted . I've lost my dearest love because of this, and I've fallen into a fatal trap because of it. Slowly, my willpower has been worn
away. So, as a certain celebrity said: Since I'm powerless to resist, I might as well enjoy it to the fullest.

I can still be with my beloved son, and pursue my passions. It's just that I've dedicated
a part of my life to lust and sex, and I've gained a deep-seated desire and shame. A part of me has become the person I
once despised. But time has passed, I've compromised, indulged, and accepted my fate. I'm still
an excellent teacher, just with the added prefix of "lewd." What difference does it make?

He doesn't know my most private thoughts, and continues his wild thrusting. My vagina grows increasingly hot,
tightly
I linger and suckle with reluctance each time it's withdrawn, as if afraid of losing it forever. He felt my
bud contracting and sucking, and the intense stimulation made his penis visibly tremble. He straightened his back and, without pausing,
fucked me dozens more times. Then, he suddenly pressed down hard on my shoulders, thrusting his lower abdomen forward and slamming into my buttocks
with a loud "smack."

The large penis trembled rapidly twice inside my vagina, and I felt a torrent rushing towards my cervix.
Instantly, waves of tingling and pleasurable sensations spread throughout my vagina, along the most sensitive area near my cervix, throughout my entire body. I
bit down hard on the sheets to relieve the overwhelming surge of orgasm, closing my eyes to savor every
second after the climax. It had only been three days since the last time, but to me, it felt like three years. I wanted to remember all
the pleasure and pleasure because I wasn't sure if I would have to endure another "three years."

He turned back to his chair and continued smoking, but his gaze softened. I felt a
chill and curled up on my side, staring blankly at the semen stains on the sheets, a
smile on my lips that should never have appeared after being "raped." He finished his cigarette, stood up, grabbed my trench coat, and tossed it
at me, saying in a low voice, "Your clothes."

He then went into the bathroom. A minute later, he emerged naked, his head peeking out.
Our eyes met, and we stared at each other for a few seconds before bursting into laughter. I jumped out of bed, ran
to him, hugged him tightly, and gave him a French kiss, giggling, "Brother Jun, how was
my performance ?" His hand rubbed my buttocks as he exclaimed, "Wow, that was fantastic! Zhiyi, much better than Tang Wei's performance

in the movie !"
Besides, your figure is ten times better than hers! You've worked hard, baby, does your back still hurt?

I said coquettishly, "Of course it hurts! You have so many bad ideas in your head, you even thought of imitating a scene from a movie,
but it was really exciting, I almost burst out laughing just now."

He pinched my buttocks hard twice and laughed, "Zhiyi, your brother has many more ideas to excite you,
as long as you serve your 'second husband' and this 'third husband' well, you'll have a lot of fun in the future!"

As he spoke, he took my hand and touched his still imposing penis even when it was soft. I laughed and scolded him as I hugged him, and
the two of us took a spring-like mandarin duck bath.

The phone on the bedside table was playing Ang Lee's "Lust, Caution," which was showing the first
sex scene between Wang Jiazhi and Mr. Yi. But we didn't have time to rewatch it because we were acting out the second sex scene in "Lust, Caution."
The man on top of me wasn't my ideal partner; he was average-looking and only slightly taller than me, but
I was becoming more and more dependent on him.

In that decadent and compromising life of mine, only he could give me enough satisfaction and healing. Because he
had a powerful sexual ability that I was obsessed with, and he would occasionally come up with interesting and creative sexual ideas. I never
loved him, and he probably never loved me either. We were just in a world of indulgence, relying on and
appreciating each other, satisfying each other's little hobbies and desires. And it was all done with my husband's support
. Every time I think about this, I feel incredibly absurd and ironic...

Chapter Two: The Secret Ritual

April 8, 2018 Vacation

On the old locust tree outside the window, two cicadas were intertwined, occasionally letting out rapid chirps. Was that the female
cicada 's moan? Thinking about it this way, it seemed that the originally boring and annoying cicada chirping had a certain charm. Downstairs
in the corner of the small garden, a young couple was embracing. The sweetness of their love overcame the sweltering weather and body temperature. Their
rhythmic, wet kisses stirred something within me. The girl, teased by some witty remark from the boy,
bent over and let out a sweet laugh, which made me feel even more tingly and restless.

I gripped the windowsill with both hands, my breasts swaying aimlessly in my empty red tank top. My
knees were tightly closed, my slender legs spread wide apart, and my bare buttocks hung in mid-air. Behind me, a
man was sweating profusely as he worked beneath me. After only three minutes, I could sense that he was at
his limit. I mechanically made "uh-huh" sounds, a forced moan of cooperation and respect,
because he was my husband.

For a seasoned veteran like myself, who has seen countless storms and battles, his actions were like
a few drops of morning dew falling on parched, cracked earth—a futile and laughable attempt to shake a tree. His so-called "fierce fucking"
was nothing compared to the boy downstairs reaching for the girl's buttocks. That scene had only stirred a slight warmth in my lower abdomen and
a hint of desire within me.

I decided to end this unequal battle early, so I lowered my waist and raised my buttocks slightly
, creating a perfect pert curve. I felt him take a deep breath, slow down, and his glans
throbbed twice inside me, trying to control his ejaculation.

I scoffed, pressing my buttocks tightly against his thigh, and began wildly twisting my slender waist clockwise around his penis.
Then I turned around, deliberately lifting my tank top to reveal a large, papaya-like breast, and lewdly gazed at him.
Turning my circular motion into a sprint, I thrust my fleshy buttocks wildly, ramming into that little thing like a missile
swatting a fly. Each thrust destroyed his fragile ejaculation point. Four loud "slap slap slap slap" sounds seemed
to wake the old man across the street from his afternoon nap.

He groggily searched for the lewd sounds that seemed both real and dreamlike. I swayed and hid behind the curtains,
but the writhing of my buttocks didn't stop. After four or five more thrusts, he was already breathing heavily, panting. No matter
how much he tried to endure and hold on, he couldn't withstand my onslaught. In five years of marriage, he had never been able to
conquer or defeat me, to turn me into the little lamb I longed to be.

I lifted my upper body, my hips no longer wiggling, but tightly clamping my penis between my legs, trying to make him ejaculate deeper so
I wouldn't have to clean up. I leisurely stroked my hair, while he, wrapped around my waist, trembled violently, breathing
heavily like asthma, swallowing hard, his thigh muscles slapping against my buttocks as if in spasm. Sensing he had
almost , I moved my hips away, still speaking with a mechanical gentleness, "Satisfied? Don't do it again while
someone's doing laundry. " "He's rushing over here, what a nuisance."

He chuckled, putting on his clothes as he spoke, "Who told you to stick your ass up so high?
It would be a waste if such a beauty didn't rush over!"

I sneered, unable to resist mocking him, "I'm a 'gift'? Have you ever seen anyone generously
give away a 'gift' to someone else?"

His face turned ashen, he lowered his head and didn't say another word. He ran off to work without even tying his tie properly,
looking as pathetic as a lost dog.

I drew back the curtains and saw him at the entrance of the residential complex. He was once again a gentleman, a
well-dressed , young and promising deputy director of the Education Bureau, greeting people warmly. Seeing this, my
disgust grew even stronger. As Lu Xun said in "Ode to the Night," "The bright daylight and bustling crowds of today are merely a dark
decoration , a golden lid on a vat of human flesh, a face cream on a ghost's face."

Only I know how dark and despicable a person can be. But while his actions are certainly
contemptible , what about myself? I also have my own sordid aspects, and because of this, I not only acquiesced to them,
but even actively cooperated with him. But I don't regret it, not because I retaliated against him in another way, but
because I found my own happiness and comfort in it. In this life, ideals are too distant; only
the happiness is within reach. Yes, my happiness is the happiness "below the crotch"...

Thinking about it, I felt a warmth rising in my lower abdomen again, my labia slightly parted and wet... Completely back in place,
a gust of hot wind swept through the window, making it tingle and numbing. A few fine pubic hairs swayed back and forth in the wind,
just brushing past my protruding clitoris. My thighs went weak, and my breathing became heavier. I quickly sat down. I had just been
aroused by him, and a surge of lust rose again. I helplessly slammed my fist on the chair. I had only wanted to
take a nap , but this sexual urge was too strong, and I couldn't sleep. Helpless, I had no choice but to hold a "ritual"
.

I turned on my phone and played my favorite song, "The Sound of Silver
." The melodious and soothing tune slowly began to play, and I felt the summer heat gradually dissipate. I unconsciously swayed
a couple of times to the music, my breasts bouncing back and forth, my nipples scraping hard against my vest, making my desire even more unbearable.

I immediately went to the box under the bed in the bedroom and took out my "baby". Holding it in my hand, it was still so hard.
As if I had met my savior, I unconsciously started to stroke it. Then I carefully stuck my "baby" onto
the small round chair and placed it in front of the huge floor mirror in the room. I looked up at the mirror. My "baby" big
penis was swaying slightly, exuding a majestic and even somewhat ferocious aura. I stood next to it. Although
I was much taller than it, I felt incredibly small, like a docile lamb in heat, blushing
and waiting to serve my "baby" diligently. Only in this way could it make me feel more comfortable.

The music continued. I put on the condom, took off my vest and tossed it aside, then rubbed on
the lubricant . My heart was already racing, and a tingling, itchy sensation spread through every pore of my body. My whole body
twitched slightly, and my lower abdomen swelled abnormally, as if I needed to urinate but had nowhere to relieve myself. I knew my sexual urges
were acting up again. I quickly squatted down, held the dildo, and inserted the large glans into my vagina. Then, with a
sudden thrust, the 17-18 centimeter "thick treasure" went all the way in, piercing my clitoris and protruding. I felt so good that my head snapped back,
my hands gripping my breasts, and my whole body twitched again. A long-awaited wave of pleasure washed over me. I opened my eyes
... Unable to speak, I could only sigh in my heart, "Yes...yes...that's the feeling...ah...oh..."

As I spoke, my vagina tightened, and a stream of hot, lustful fluid gushed out along the edges of the large penis and vaginal walls.
I sat there motionless for two minutes. Ever since the first time I was penetrated by a penis, I've especially
loved the feeling of its first insertion. The sudden insertion of the huge thing instantly excited my entire vagina,
as if every vaginal wall was being electrocuted. The lustful fluid would gush out precisely when the penis was inserted to its deepest point.
This kind of comfort was different from the exhilarating feeling brought by wild thrusting. It was a sudden impact, a kind
of unexpected pleasure.

Two minutes later, the ceremony truly began. I spread my legs wide, straightened my
back , stuck my buttocks out, and gripped the edge of the chair tightly with both hands for leverage. Then I glimpsed
a white, lewd body in the mirror beginning a frenzied up-and-down motion.

Although I have repeated this ritual countless times, I am still as excited as ever each time. I feel that
at this moment, my vagina transforms into a python with its jaws wide open, devouring
the thick, lewd . With each bite, my muscles tense up, and when my buttocks rise, I experience the
exhilarating release I have been longing for, like water gushing through my body, stimulating my scalp until it tingles. A few strands of hair stand
on end , and beads of sweat cling to my nipples. My breasts tremble wildly but don't fall off, glistening and incredibly
lewd.

I groaned softly a few times, then gritted my teeth, enduring the chrysanthemums churning within my flower.
The intense had almost broken my "rules." I hurriedly thought about what I would be teaching in tomorrow's class. I finally
remembered that it was an analysis of representative works of modern poetry, including my favorite, Dai Wangshu's "Rainy Alley." Thinking of
this, I became even more energetic. I lifted my buttocks, covering only the round head of his penis, and then began thrusting up and down.
To move in a clockwise parallel circle, I held onto my knees with both hands, rubbing my glans around like a donkey pulling a millstone— it
was quite a unique stimulation.

My lips trembled, and in an almost hoarse voice, I recited "Rainy Alley": "Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I wander
alone in the long, long... and lonely... rainy alley."

In rhythm with the poem, this section ended, and with the final emphasis, my buttocks slammed down heavily with
a "smack," my flesh rippled, and my vaginal fluid mixed with lubricant splattered everywhere. My clitoris was
suddenly struck hard; the short, intense stimulation made my whole body numb and tingling, as if floating in a cloud, my whole body
refreshed and invigorated.

Having tasted the sweetness, I continued reciting: "I hope to meet a girl like a lilac... burdened with sorrow.
She has the color of a lilac, the fragrance of a lilac, the melancholy of a lilac... lamenting in the rain, lamenting
and wandering..."

Before the word "wandering" could be uttered, my buttocks, as if falling from a meteorite, slammed into my penis.
Every inch walls vied for touch with my penis. The short distance of a dozen inches felt like years, and I felt as if I
had enjoyed it for years. I glanced at the mirror unintentionally. What a slut: her round oval face flushed, a few strands of saliva clinging to her chin
, sticky and hanging on her half-face. Her thighs were spread wide open without any restraint, and even the thick pubic hair couldn't
hide her embarrassing vulva. Her clitoris was swollen like a glass ball, a speck of pink amidst the blackness. The two balls on the dildo
pressed against her wet labia, and her vaginal opening opened and closed, as if panting from exhaustion.
This sight made even a seasoned slut like me feel a little ashamed.

To the rhythm of the poetry recitation, I twisted my waist, swaying my hips up and down, left and right, varying the depth,
speed, and intensity of my movements. I replaced moaning with poetry recitation, and the rapid, chaotic thrusting with the rhythm of the poem. It completely opened up
a new world for me. I realized that masturbation could have so many forms, so much more passionate and
stimulating . Looking at my reflection in the mirror, a mixture of lewdness and nobility, seriousness and wantonness, ignited a powerful surge of
shame and desire within me. Each friction and thrust felt even more pleasurable. "I hope to drift by, a
girl like a lilac, carrying sorrow and resentment."

I forced myself to recite the last line . In the end, I didn't see that girl as lovely as a lilac, but I did experience the climax I
had been dreaming of . Just as my buttocks lifted up for the last moment, I felt a heat in my lower abdomen,
and my buttocks, as if weightless, fell heavily back down, bending the dildo. I felt like my genitals had been bumped, and my buttocks were pushed,
causing me to fall forward and kneel on the ground. With two loud "Ah ah" sounds, thick, sticky vaginal fluid
gushed out like urine, shooting out a full two meters away. Instantly, it smeared the mirror,
leaving a long mark, as if my big dildo had just been used.

I leaned back in my chair, feeling satisfied. My eyelids were heavy, and I was drowsy and didn't want to move. There was the pleasure of an orgasm,
but also a sense of emptiness. How tragic it was that a female teacher addicted to sex
could only achieve orgasm with the help of a dildo and a penis other than her husband's.

For years, every time, I had a fleeting thought of escaping this fate, either escaping the control of lust or
escaping my incompetent and despicable husband. But in the end, I couldn't escape either. Instead, I sank deeper and deeper. I couldn't
bear to my five-year-old son, nor could I bear to leave my mother in the hospital bed. I also couldn't truly present
the image of a divorced teacher to my friends and students with ease.

I once dreamed of living a solitary and independent life, but the harsh realities of life have worn me down to the point of being just
another face in the crowd. Should I still fight back? I don't know myself. The only thing I'm sure of is that I
really the time being...

"Hello, old friend of darkness. I've come to pour out my heart to you again, because a kind of illusion
crept in while I was asleep, burying its seeds deep within..."

The melody of "The Sound of Silence" still drifted in the room. A gentle breeze brushed past my ears, and two little swallows strolled leisurely on
the windowsill . I put aside my chaotic thoughts and quietly fell asleep. In a daze, I heard what seemed to
be a series of ambiguous sounds coming from next door. It turns out that in this world, besides diseases, sex can also be contagious.

Chapter Three: Confusion and Infatuation

April 9, 2018

Tonight in the cafeteria, I bumped into the male student I'd seen watching "Xiaolin Guangji
"
with before. He'd just finished playing basketball and was eating alone. After getting my permission, he sat down opposite me, blushing. We chatted casually, asking about his life. The atmosphere had become rather awkward, but unexpectedly, he started talking about his modern
poetry . He mentioned he also liked Dai Wangshu's "Rainy Alley," but when I asked him which modern poem he liked best
, his answer shocked me: it was Li Jinfa's "The Abandoned Woman"!

After talking with him, I understood that his parents divorced when he was in junior high school, and he had always lived with his mother. He
witnessed his father's heartless abandonment and his mother's hardships, which made him introverted and sensitive. Even
with all his mother's love, he always felt like an abandoned child, lacking the warmth of a complete family.
Therefore, in the poem "The Abandoned Woman," he read the same sense of loneliness and sorrow as Li Jinfa. His mother was
an "abandoned woman" abandoned and betrayed by his father, and he himself was also an "abandoned woman" tormented by fate and unloved.

I had already finished eating, but I listened with deep emotion, constantly sighing and feeling sorry for him.

After he finished speaking, I tried my best to comfort and encourage him. He looked at me gratefully, seemingly
jumping out of his previous sorrow and immediately regaining his basketball player demeanor! At the end, he even cracked a joke with me,
telling me that his favorite ancient poem was "The Quiet Girl" from the Book of Songs, specifically the section "Bei Feng." He even recited a few lines with a smile: "She returns from the pasture
with tender shoots, truly beautiful and unique. It's not that she herself is beautiful, but rather that beautiful women bestow upon her."

I knew he was teasing me about my name, Lin Zhiyi, which my father had derived from this
poem . I laughed and replied, "You seem quite honest usually, but I didn't expect you to be so
bold as to tease your teacher!"

The atmosphere between us gradually became much more relaxed, and we chatted for a while longer. We chatted about sports for almost an hour
before we knew it . The cafeteria ladies were already urging us to leave. He stood up to say goodbye,
a shy yet handsome smile on his face. In that instant, my sweetest memories were stirred up again. I realized that I
actually liked this boy a little. It wasn't romantic liking, but a kind of heartfelt warmth. This feeling
was both warm and harmonious, and it also brought a gentleness and tranquility that I hadn't experienced in a long time...

Watching his receding figure, I repeatedly murmured his name in my heart: Xu Che. I always felt that this
name , this boy, would appear more often in my destiny in the future—a strong woman's sixth sense.

When he reached the door first, he turned back and waved goodbye to me again. But what I saw stirred my emotions
. He was wearing a basketball uniform, and his shorts looked a little tight. Just as he turned around,
a tent was clearly erect in his crotch. That thing stood tall and full, a rather "imposing" bulge. He
was busy saying goodbye to me and probably didn't even notice it, but I blushed and felt hot. I hurriedly responded and
turned to leave. I was afraid that if I lingered any longer, my desire would surge and I might do something inappropriate.

The moon and stars were sparse along the way, and the noisy city quieted down. I walked in the sparse shadows under the willow trees,
slowly calming the surging desires within me. A cool breeze blew by, and a few scattered willow leaves on the ground were blown up, drifting aimlessly
. I suddenly remembered the song "The Abandoned Woman" that Xu Che had just mentioned. Wasn't I also
a wanton woman thrown into a sea of lust by fate?

My long hair fell across my eyes, blocking out all shameful stares, the rushing flow of lustful fluids, and
the slumber .

The night and ants came slowly, passing by my small window, their roars behind my warm ears like a wild wind
howling , silencing countless cries.

Leaning against a pillow, I wandered with the spirit of sex in the empty room.

My unbearable torment is deeply imprinted on the wings of moths; or perhaps it wanders the vast sky with night birds, then departs with the crescent moon.

The wanton woman's licentiousness accumulates in her movements; her slender fingers cannot transform the intensity of her desire into solace.
It flies away from the window, its color lingering on the crow's feathers, to perch together on the tsunami rocks, listening to the fairy's seductive song.

Soaked stockings groan, lingering beside the dark cave, never satisfied.

Hot fluid splatters on the carpet, adorning the world.

This song, "Adultery and Abandoned Woman," is dedicated to myself, to the path of desire I've walked, and to the countless
passionate yet unbearably empty nights...

On April 11, 2018

, a loud bang jolted me awake from my unconsciousness. Two vicious soldiers were carrying me through a
series of large iron gates. I dragged my heavy eyelids, completely naked, my hands and feet bound by iron chains, my mouth stuffed with my own
black underwear, and a burning pain shooting through my buttocks and back. It took me several minutes to remember
what had happened. Our intelligence station was discovered, and I and two other comrades were captured. The enemy imprisoned and
tortured us separately. I fainted from the pain during the torture, and judging from the current situation, they were about to subject me to
even more cruel torture.

I struggled and moved a couple of times, and the chains on my feet rattled. The big man standing behind me noticed that I
was awake and lewdly said, "Little sister, don't worry, we're almost there. You'll get your fun soon!"
The man in front glanced back and then laughed lewdly, his voice echoing down the corridor.

After walking for about two more minutes, we entered a spacious detention cell. One wall was a dark, mottled yellow,
while the other three walls were reinforced with iron bars as thick as a wrist, making them appear exceptionally sturdy. Only the innermost part of the room
had a single light. The room was filled with various instruments of torture and some devices I had never seen before, each shrouded
in shadow, appearing cold and mysterious. My fear grew, and I unconsciously let out a "woof" sound,
my eyes helplessly glancing around.

Two burly men carried me to the center of the room. A rope hung from the ceiling, and they
tied my toes barely touching the ground. My body swayed back and forth like a floating duckweed in the wind. My two
huge breasts, like two lanterns, bounced up and down, almost illuminating the dim room. I saw the two men
staring at me with wide eyes , scrutinizing me from head to toe, their lips curled into frivolous and vicious smiles. I dared not look anymore,
lowering my head to try and keep my body focused, but my enormous buttocks were completely out of my control, swaying along with my breasts
.

Saliva streamed down my face, wetting half my chest,
and then gathered into a thin stream about the thickness of a little finger at my navel. It continued to trickle down my abdomen and
reached the edge of my pubic hair. Because my pubic hair was very thick, the stream swirled and flowed around.
At this moment, two big men squatted in front of me, each with one hand on my buttocks, holding me still, and waited
with great interest for the saliva to flow to its target.

I shamefully tucked in my lower abdomen, but the flow of water had already broken through the resistance. I felt a slight coolness rising from the little
thing . A stream of water quickly slid over my labia and was then intercepted by the flowing vaginal fluid. The two streams,
one cool and one hot, merged together, sending a pleasant, tingling sensation through my honeypot. The alternation of hot and cold was incredibly stimulating. I
felt my lower abdomen suddenly contract, my thighs thrust forward, and I went limp as if my soul had left my body. This
elicited a burst of wild laughter from the two burly men. They patted my buttocks encouragingly, and one of them said, "Damn it, I didn't expect
there to be such a slutty woman among the Communist spies. She's much better than the prostitutes in Shanghai. She's really something else." "Don't kill
her!"

another chimed in. "Hey, it's such a waste to kill such a beautiful young woman, but we have orders from above,
so we brothers have no choice but to reluctantly part with her. But before that, we should enjoy ourselves to the fullest
. It's a great job, isn't it?"

After hearing this, the immense humiliation I had just suffered no longer mattered. I had imagined being
killed by the enemy countless times, but when this scene actually came, I still shed tears. Reluctance and unwillingness welled up in my heart.
My son and husband were still hoping that the war would end soon so that the family could reunite. All of this was just a mirage,
a bubble. All my passion turned into cold tears at this moment.

I was dangling numbly in the air, my mind a complete mess, when suddenly
a series of : "No... let me go... you bastard... kill me if you have the guts!"

The voices were fierce and piercing, instantly snapping me out of my despair. I turned around and saw two
burly men taking turns raping a girl. Because of the darkness, I couldn't see the girl's face clearly, but one of the
short, stocky men... The enormous, ugly penis was clearly moving in and out of the girl's body. Another
burly man with a scarred face held the girl down tightly, his lower body also naked. His thick penis was positioned across the girl's face,
even longer than her face itself, extremely ferocious and grotesque. The two men were shamelessly exchanging blows right in front of me,
seemingly trying to tear the girl apart, frantically thrusting. The girl's initial screams gradually turned into sobs, and I heard them growing louder and louder.
My mind was in turmoil, and I turned away, unable to bear watching any longer.

The two beasts tormented her for a while, and the girl's voice gradually faded away; she had probably passed out.

I heard the two burly men start dragging the girl again, and then with a "thud," it sounded like she was thrown somewhere. I
secretly peeked to the side and saw that they had lifted her up and placed her face up on a wooden platform about a meter high. The girl's
hands and feet were tightly bound and fixed to the platform's legs. The platform was under the light, about four or five meters away from me, and looked like
an operating table. The girl's body was red, swollen, and bruised all over; it was clear that she had suffered torture. Only her full breasts, which were white and delicate,
were still visible , indicating that she was a virgin.

I was overcome with grief again. Just then, the short, burly man
moved Instantly, a face I knew all too well came into view. I instinctively
gasped, feeling a tightness in my chest and a wave of nausea. My body swayed violently,
causing the chains on my hands and feet to rattle.

The two burly men looked over at the sound. The scarred man shouted at me, "Sister, don't be afraid. Don't blame
us. The other guy with you has confessed everything, so we were ordered to do this.
You two sisters can keep each other company. We'll try to be gentle!"

What lay behind this despair? I can't describe it. I felt lightheaded and disoriented one moment, and then
as if I were crashing into a wall the next. Pain and numbness were intertwined. I just wanted to die right away. But being betrayed by my closest comrade-in-arms
, even in death I would not rest in peace. She was truly the good apprentice I had taught!

I could only pity the girl in front of me, Chen Fang. Her youthful years had been so cruelly destroyed. Yet I also deeply
admired her and was proud of her. She held firm to her principles and beliefs, and was not intimidated by the enemy's torture. She was a woman who was not inferior to men.
Thinking of this, I looked at her, still unconscious. But the two big men did not seem to intend to execute her directly. Instead,
they were fiddling with and installing something that looked like a machine. Only then did I begin to secretly observe what they were doing.

I saw the two men place something resembling a pressure device next to the table. One end was connected to a tube, and
the very end was fitted with a soft, uninflated balloon. The short, stocky man slowly inserted the soft balloon
into the girl's vagina. Then, the scarred man pulled the other end of the pressure device, connected to a tube
, towards me. I saw a transparent mask attached to the end of this tube. The scarred man came over, pulled off the underwear I
was biting , and put the mask over my mouth, leaving my nose exposed. I stared at them in astonishment,
wondering what they were up to. Why not just shoot us? Why go through all this trouble?

At that moment, the two men exchanged a lewd glance and walked towards me. They
took off their last vests, revealing ugly chest hair and muscular bodies, which horrified me. I knew what they were going
to do , but I was powerless to stop them. I just wanted them to finish their business and kill me as soon as possible, so I didn't bother to struggle.

The short, stocky man grabbed my breasts and began to knead them roughly, while the scarred
man squatted down and began to kiss my vulva repeatedly. I couldn't help but scream, "Ah!" Immediately afterward, I heard a loud
thud, like a gate opening, and then the pressure device in front of me started making a clicking sound from the gears. I didn't have time to care about
the two men's insults; I stared in astonishment at the machine. The tube at the other end suddenly straightened, and I saw what looked like
streams of gas passing through it, all the way to the end. Chen Fang, who had been unconscious, suddenly shuddered violently twice,
followed by a scream, crying out, "It hurts!"

I saw her lower abdomen swell slightly, and her vagina had widened considerably; she was struggling in agony.

As I watched the streams of gas being pumped forward, I finally understood. It must have been my shouting after being stimulated that
triggered this machine in front of me. It must be an air pump. I quickly shut my lips.

At this moment, the scarred man beneath me paused his sucking and laughed, "Oh dear, sorry, girl, look at our forgetful
memories, we forgot to tell you, you absolutely mustn't scream. If you make even a slightly loud sound, it will trigger the mechanism,
and then the gas will gradually inflate the balloon under that girl's body, making it bigger and bigger. It will continue for several seconds, and if you keep screaming, it will
keep inflating, slowly like pregnancy and childbirth, with your lower abdomen swelling and unbearable pain. Finally, the balloon will burst,
and you will perish. The engineer who invented this calls it 'birth torture,' so girl, this girl's life
is in your hands!" After saying this, he and the short, stocky man laughed wildly.

Because I stopped making noise in time, the device temporarily stopped. Chen Fang, covered in sweat, breathed a sigh of relief and
looked at me. All the bitterness in our eyes was there. I couldn't bear to look anymore and immediately closed my eyes and turned my head away.

At this moment, the short, burly man suddenly picked me up from behind, put his hands under my knees, and spread my legs wide apart.
I felt a cool breeze blow through my vaginal opening, my labia trembled and parted, and my vaginal fluid gushed out uncontrollably, as
if it were offering itself to someone. My face was burning hot. I wanted to scream but dared not open my mouth, biting my lip tightly and waiting for the beast
to devour me. The scarred man, with his enormous, grayish-yellow penis, hooked his hands around my inner thighs and aimed his half-fist-sized
glans at my cunt.

With a single thrust, it was fully inserted. I felt a surge of intense pleasure rush into my brain, the brief pain instantly
replaced by the blissful sensation of my cervix opening. But the inability to moan freely made me feel like I was missing something,
that I couldn't reach the pinnacle of life. But I couldn't surrender; I had to grit my teeth and not let Chen Fang suffer. The scarred
man wore a smug smile. His large penis lingered inside my wetness for a few seconds. Seeing that my bitten lip had just
loosened slightly, he launched a fierce attack like a tiger released from its cage. I had never experienced such thrusting before;
it truly left no room for my wetness.

The hard walls of his penis rubbed against the vaginal walls with each stroke, making them unbearably itchy. With each thrust, the glans reached the cervix,
as if turning on a switch to lust for my entire body. Every pore opened, releasing heat. I almost
bit to resist this immense stimulation, but a few low moans still escaped. I stared at the slightly trembling
switch, almost collapsing.

Just then, the short, burly man hugging me from behind rubbed his large penis against my anus,
occasionally dipping the glans in my vaginal fluid and drilling it into my rectum. My eyes, which had been closed, snapped open,
a terrifying thought surging into my mind. Before I could react, the short, burly man let out a low growl and
thrust half of his penis inside me. There was hardly any foreplay or tenderness; I felt my anus
explode like a cannonball, a piercing, tearing pain coursing through my entire body. The sudden, intense pain made it impossible for me to control myself.
He snapped his brain shut and screamed "Ahhhhh!" all at once.

The unrestrained screams relieved some of the pain, but another heart-wrenching roar immediately
terrified me. I saw Chen Fang's lower abdomen swell even more, and she struggled wildly all over, her wrists bleeding from the strain.
I could no longer bear it, and tears streamed down my face, but I couldn't control the screams coming out of my mouth either. The two beasts
roused themselves and manipulated her even more fiercely. There were waves of pleasure in my vagina, but there were tearing pains in my anus.
For the first time, I experienced this intense, painful pleasure. I cried out and lost my last bit of patience and control
, letting out several minutes of moans and cries of pain. Then, a sudden, heavy thud jolted me
awake from the alternation of hot and cold.

I turned around and saw Chen Fang's mouth wide open, pupils bulging, gurgling sounds coming from her throat.
Her head lolled to the side and she lay motionless. Her vagina was a bloody mess, with several pieces of intestine protruding. I
was completely terrified. I struggled, screamed, and cursed desperately, completely frantic. "I killed
her... I'm sorry... Chen Fang! Chen Fang!"

...

I suddenly jumped up, almost falling off the bed. Cold sweat soaked my pajamas, and I gasped for breath. It
was just a nightmare! I drank some water, almost collapsing from exhaustion, still shaken. I touched my thigh
and found it completely wet. How could I have such a strange and terrifying dream? Never before...

Chapter Four: The Lustful Dragon's Regret

April 30, 2018

"Once you enter the gates of a noble family, it's like entering a deep sea; from then on, you're just a stranger."

Sitting in the pavilion of the community, I suddenly recited this line of poetry. Since I mistakenly entered the "gate of lust" ten years ago,
the spirited and intelligent young girl I once was has gradually drifted away. Whenever I look in the mirror and reflect on myself, I
always feel like a stranger. I am still me, but I am no longer me. I look up at the window of my home. It's dim,
like the terrifying prison cell in my last dream. The more I look, the colder and more disgusted I feel. I've never felt this way before
...

An hour ago, the house was brightly lit, filled with a cheerful and harmonious atmosphere. I
stripped naked in the small bedroom. In the mirror, my silky skin shone white. My two full breasts hadn't
withered from childbirth; instead, they had the feel of ripe peaches. I couldn't help but gently pinch them a couple of times—soft
and bouncy. No wonder those men enjoyed them so much. I turned my body slightly to the side and saw my huge buttocks hanging in
mid-air, the flesh not sagging at all, confidently perky.

I casually picked up a pair of lace open-crotch panties from the bedside, crumpled them into a ball, and gently placed them on my buttocks. The panties
remained motionless, as if they had landed on a smooth dressing table. The blush on my buttocks was delicate and cute.
In a moment , the three men would be intoxicated by these buttocks. I secretly peeked at them outside the door through the crack. They were fawning
and lewd. For some reason, a sense of contempt suddenly rose in my heart. At this moment, what I was looking forward to was not
the pleasure of sexual climax, but a kind of vengeful pleasure of using my own body to destroy those lewd insects' bodies. This
was different from any other time I had sex before. As for why, I couldn't explain it myself for the time being.

Just as I was admiring my mature and sexy body, my husband Liu Jiayuan called out from outside, "Zhiyi,
are you changed yet? Don't keep our Director Lu waiting!"

I inwardly despised this cowardly and despicable husband, but deliberately teased him, "Oh dear, my
butt is too big and perky, this dress is a bit tight, but it'll be fine!"

Immediately, I heard three people laughing lewdly outside. I snorted coldly, put on the lace open-crotch
panties , and then put on a short white shirt that exposed my navel. I could barely fasten the buttons
a little below my breasts. It was very tight, and my nipples were pressed hard against the shirt, making me itchy.

Then, I put on a black, ultra-thin, shimmering silk mini-skirt. I felt like my entire buttocks were submerged in water
, incredibly suffocating, and the side seams were almost about to burst.

I shakily slipped on my bright red stilettos, taking a few seconds to straighten up, adjusting to this overly
reserved yet alluring teacher's outfit. Men love this kind of thing—a sophisticated and elegant university teacher outside,
transforming into a wanton and wanton slut in the bedroom. This stark visual and psychological contrast gives men
a tremendous sense of conquest and accomplishment when they're manipulating and having sex with a woman.

This kind of stimulation is what makes men so irresistible. I styled my hair into a high bun, adorned with
earrings and a diamond necklace, the shimmering silver fabric framing my alluring oval face, exuding both nobility and decadence. I took one last look
at the contrasting allure emanating from my entire being in the mirror, nodded with satisfaction, and adopted
a . With model-like strides, I opened the bedroom door.

The outside lights flashed a dazzling white light. I stood among the three men, my head slightly lowered. My
eyes first met those of my husband, Liu Jiayuan, and I asked him gently. He avoided my gaze, which only made me feel more
disgusted and contemptuous. He was the one who made me come back early to serve a high-ranking official from the provincial education bureau. This official was
a key figure in their promotion. It was a rare opportunity for him to come to the city. If a man who so readily offered up his wife were to actually
get promoted , it would be a tragedy for education!

I looked at Xu Zhongjun again, my "second husband" of three years, the director of the Municipal Education Bureau, Liu
Jiayuan's superior. He looked at me with gentle eyes, excited yet composed. He had seen
more of the sexy clothes I wore when we were intimate than my husband had ever seen them. I felt that at this moment, he was my real "husband." Then,

with seductive and slightly shy eyes, I looked at tonight's protagonist: Lu Ming, the director of the Provincial Education Bureau,
around fifty years old. He was different from other leaders I had met. He wasn't fat and bloated. He
was tall and thin, with neat short hair and gold-rimmed glasses. His bare arms had muscles that didn't match
his age . I guessed that he was another "sex expert" and "a master of romance."

He looked at me with a half-smile, swallowing every few seconds. His legs, which had been flat, suddenly
crossed. Soft music played in the room, but the atmosphere
grew increasingly tense with each shift in Director Lu's posture. Liu Jiayuan and Xu Zhongjun exchanged glances, their smiles smug.

Xu Zhongjun said smugly to Director Lu, "How about it, sir? My sister-in-law is an outstanding teacher at our
teachers' college , incredibly talented, and her figure is absolutely top-notch."

Director Lu nodded slightly and said, "Hmm, her figure is indeed good, but I wonder how her technique is. Maybe
she's just a pretty face, all looks and no substance!"

These words deeply stung me. In the eyes of these so-called leaders, women are just playthings, whether they are married women
or young girls, teachers or civil servants. They are all "sexual objects of appreciation,"
catalysts . I've long understood this principle and don't really care. If you treat me as a tool, then in my eyes you are nothing more than
a tool for my sexual release. But tonight, for some reason, I've been holding back my anger. Hearing Director Lu say that, I want to take revenge on these bastards
even more .

Before my husband, Liu Jiayuan, could speak, I preemptively said in a flirtatious voice, "Oh, Director, this is our first meeting.
And you're already questioning me like this! Looks like I have to show off!"

As I spoke, I pulled my already incredibly short skirt up a little more, revealing half of my buttocks.
I took two steps forward, then with a sway of my hips, I draped my hips over the armrest of the sofa where Director Lu was sitting. My legs were angled
so that you could vaguely see the downy hair of my pubic area. I lightly rubbed one breast against Director Lu's arm, then turned back
to look at Liu Jiayuan and... Xu Zhongjun cursed them inwardly: "Two cunning and useless bastards!
I'll play with you tonight and see who's whose plaything!"

I wrapped my arms around Director Lu's neck, and suddenly an idea struck me. I had to teach this arrogant director a lesson. Even if
he was on drugs, I'd make sure he was completely defeated tonight. I softly continued, "Director, I'd like to be bold and play a little
game with you, to see if my skills are up to your standards!"

Only then did Director Lu look at me properly. He slapped my thigh without hesitation with his right hand and chuckled:
“Great! I like girls who are skilled and have a good sense of humor. Come on!”

I reached into his collar and groped around, laughing, “This afternoon during class,
I heard a student playing an old song called ‘The Wandering Songstress.’ I really like it. It’s about five
minutes long. In a bit, I’ll play this song while I’m giving Director Lu oral sex. I’m confident
I can make him ejaculate before the song ends, so he can see just how good I am.”

After I finished speaking, Liu Jiayuan clapped his hands repeatedly, as happy as a child—an annoying child!
Xu Zhongjun laughed and said, "Zhiyi, your game is very good, but you said five minutes, you underestimate our Director Lu
. He is a well-known 'steadfast' in our circle, his skills are impeccable, and he is not easily fooled!"

I smiled and didn't say anything, but Director Lu showed a rare emotion. He raised his eyebrows, looked me up and down
for a few seconds, and his lips curled up slightly. He reached his left hand into the gap of my shirt and
squeezed it back and forth as if he were buying a watermelon or picking an apple.

He sneered, his voice low and deep, "Interesting, interesting! This is the first time
I've seen such an artistic approach. Well then, Teacher Chen, don't disappoint me, and don't embarrass Deputy Director Liu and Director Xu."

I pulled my breasts out of Lu Ming's thug's hand, stood up, plugged my phone into the stereo, and turned on "The Wandering
Songstress ." I turned around and deliberately swayed my hips more, taking a few steps to Lu Ming. Like a kitten, I bent down,
skillfully unzipped his pants, and pulled down his underwear. Just as the melodious first line of the song began, "
To the ends of the earth..."

Lu Ming's dark, throbbing penis suddenly sprang out, even swaying up and down twice to the tune. I had never
seen such a black penis before, like black iron, with a neat ring of black hair at the base, clearly trimmed,
which accentuated its dark color, much like the black beard on the chin of the black-faced Li Kui on stage. I tremblingly
reached out and carefully grasped it; it was extremely hot and powerful, and I was even bounced away by it. His penis wasn't long,
two inches shorter than Xu Zhongjun's, but it was very thick, truly like the "bowl" described in novels,
round and strangely shaped, with the glans even thicker than the shaft, like a huge mushroom.

My heart skipped a beat. A slight fear and hesitation rose within me. The music
played softly and gently, but it couldn't calm my mind. Should I back down and save face? I looked up and saw
Lu Ming staring at me with an extremely confident and disdainful gaze. He seemed to see right through me. He must think that I was just like
those other , instantly defeated by his big cock.

He lit a cigarette, glanced at his watch, and said dismissively, "Teacher Chen, fifteen seconds have
passed . If you still lack confidence, admit defeat and let's continue having fun!"

At that moment, the lyrics began, "Searching for a soulmate..."

In that instant, the image of the male student named "Xu Che" flashed through my mind, reminding me of
that afternoon we chatted in the cafeteria. Looking at Lu Ming's arrogant demeanor, I decided to go all in. I wanted to reclaim
the dignity and tranquility buried deep within my heart. I immediately returned a fearless look, quickly
calmed down, and began my "performance."

I carefully observed Lu Ming's penis structure again, then gripped
the part below the glans of his penis tightly with my right hand, pressing the edge of my index finger firmly against the lower edge of the glans, and began to rub it in circles. Every four circles, I would
lightly . My left hand was not idle either; I held his two testicles in my palm and played with them. My left little finger would occasionally
scratch his anus. Each time, I could feel Lu Ming's thigh muscles twitch slightly. Although he
still sat upright and looked relaxed, this detail could not fool me, which greatly boosted my confidence.

After moving my hands around for about half a minute, I released them simultaneously. The thick, black penis hung diagonally in mid-air. I
stuck out my tongue and began to wander around the testicles, the tip of my tongue sweeping rapidly across every inch of Lu Ming's genitals,
gradually kissing from the inner thighs to the testicles. I took both of them into my mouth at the same time, but instead of moving them, I let them
soak in my warm, soft mouth, transmitting my heat to them. I pretended to be seductive, looking at Lu Ming lewdly, occasionally rolling
my eyes, and deliberately raised my buttocks, pulling my skirt up to my waist to reveal sexy open-crotch panties,
swaying from side to side like a female dog in heat.

At this moment, his thick, dark penis twitched twice more. I felt his body shift slightly forward, an inch.
Did he want me to take it in now? No way! I continued to wiggle my hips, tearing open my shirt with one hand, my breasts
bouncing out like little white rabbits. I took his testicles in even tighter, the temperature in my mouth rising higher and higher, almost scalding hot.
The veins on his penis were already bulging, and a little bit of precum was seeping from the urethral opening. I gently wiped and rubbed it with my fingers,
soon wetting half of his penis. Then I reached out with my other hand and touched my crotch,
rubbing back and forth along my vulva for a while.

In a few seconds, my whole hand was wet. I took this hand, covered in my own precum and exuding a strong stench...
I came over, grasped his penis, and stroked it up and down. His entire shaft was wet and shiny, as if it had just been bathed.
At this moment, Lu Ming gradually narrowed his eyes, his back no longer straight, but slightly leaning against the sofa
, his hands gripping the sofa armrests. His expression remained calm, but his mouth was even more tightly closed. How could these details
escape my eyes? I cursed inwardly, "Useless man!" and decided to press my advantage.

"My love, we are of one heart, I love you, my love, we are of one heart!"

The soothing and bright song had barely finished when I spat out his testicles. My tongue roamed over his penis,
and I smelled the scent of my own juices, gradually becoming aroused. Unconsciously, I increased the intensity of my licking. I kept my eyes fixed on
that enormous glans, thinking I couldn't just swallow it little by little using conventional methods. He was a seasoned pro, so I had to use
unconventional techniques. I stopped licking, then opened my mouth as wide as possible, placing the entire black
penis inside, but without letting the shaft touch my lips. Instead, I held it in
mid-air, constantly breathing on the glans. Each breath caused Lu Ming's glans to twitch.

I slowly used the back of my tongue and the back of my throat to touch the glans, gradually finding the optimal deep throat
contact point. I took a deep breath, channeling all my strength into my throat, closed my eyes, and suddenly
bit down on the entire black penis like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey. The neat pubic hair prickled my lips, causing a slight pain, and a tingling sensation ran through my throat. I
suppressed the urge to vomit or cough, pressing my throat firmly against the glans. After adjusting for a few seconds, I began
to swallow rhythmically, moving my throat, stimulating every inch of the erogenous zones on the glans like a massage. The large black penis
excitedly tried to break free and struggle, but it was clamped down by my entire mouth, helplessly enduring the immense stimulation from the glans.

Lu Mingming was clearly getting restless. I saw him take a deep breath, his lower abdomen bulging, and he suddenly tightened
his anus and inner thighs, clearly trying to control his muscles and ejaculate. I thought to myself, "Hmph, as expected of an old fox,
his experience is indeed rich. Let's see if I can give you some more potent medicine!"

I held it in my mouth for about ten seconds, my entire mouth was burning hot. I felt like his black penis was a nearly cooked sausage,
the skin on the shaft tightening wildly, as if it might explode at any moment. I took a deep breath, pushed my body back, and
instantly spat the entire penis out. His black penis was wet with saliva, and the originally grayish-black glans was now
bluish-purple. The urethral opening and closing as if it were breathing, probably because it had been holding back for a while.

Lu Ming also breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes slightly open, and he sat up a little straighter.

"My love, our friendship is deep through thick and thin, I love you, my love..." I heard that the music was already halfway through,
with only two minutes left. It was time to send this old man to heaven!

Before Lu Ming could catch his breath, I began a rapid oral sex session. My lips pressed tightly against his penis,
moving , while my left hand held his testicles with four fingers and massaged his anus rhythmically with my little finger. My right hand reached
to Lu Ming's chest, playing with his
nipples My mouth never stopped moving. Throughout the session, I deliberately used a lewd look to seduce Lu Ming, twisting my hips
even more shamelessly. Lu Ming had already begun to subconsciously press my head down with his hand, seemingly wanting me to swallow harder and deeper.

I secretly sneered, thinking the old man was about to fall for it. The melodious song continued for another minute, and
time was running out. I stopped what I was doing, spat out his penis, and suddenly ripped open my shirt, revealing
two large breasts. I grabbed one in each hand, bent down, and used my two plump breasts to tightly envelop my black penis. One soft, one
hard; one black, one white; the breasts were squeezed out of shape, resembling a yin-yang symbol.

Suddenly, a kind of "philosophical lewdness" arose. I stroked his soft breasts a few times, then
lowered my head and placed my lips on his large glans. Each time his penis emerged from my breasts, I sucked hard on
the glans with my lips. My mouth, hands, and breasts worked together, my breasts rubbing against the shaft, my mouth rubbing against the most sensitive part of the glans.
After this series of actions, Lu Ming was already trembling all over. I clearly heard him mutter softly, "Damn, damn,
this slut is amazing, hold on, hold on..."

I didn't give him a chance. I continued to increase the intensity of my breast massage while deliberately provoking him with moans,
combining my actions with lewd words. I turned my pert buttocks towards my husband, Liu Jiayuan. She looked at him with seductive eyes and slutty
words, "Husband, husband. Director Lu is so amazing! Your cock is so big and hard! Your horny wife loves it!
Thank you for giving your wife such a wonderful big cock!"

Seeing her useless husband's angry yet excited and fawning expression, a sense of vengeful pleasure welled up inside her.
Without stopping turned to look at the nearly collapsing Lu Ming and continued to moan, "Oh, Director, you're bullying me!
This amazing big cock is making my mouth and breasts sore! Aren't you going to cum? I love your big cock so much! Come on,
come on, cum on this horny girl! I want to eat your semen, cum on my mouth and face!" "I don't want my husband anymore,
I want you to be my husband, my master, my big ass for you to fuck, my horny hole for you to penetrate, it's all for you, shoot it
into me, shoot it into me, Director Lu, please, shoot it into me!"

I moaned and groaned, while releasing my breasts and taking his penis into my mouth again. My big ass tilted to one side,
wagging my tail like a bitch begging for mercy. I heard the lyrics had reached the last verse: "Love, love, my love, we're
inseparable,"

and I almost went crazy, using my hands and mouth to rub the foreskin until it was red. I saw Lu Ming's whole body almost slide off
the sofa , and his tightly clenched lips finally let out a high-pitched and unrestrained shout. He held my head tightly with both hands, shoving
his black penis deep into my throat. He thrust into me three or four times, then stopped moving. A thick, foul-smelling
stream of semen gushed out like a flood. He roared, "Ah...ah...you slut, I'll fuck you to death...
drink it all...not a drop left!"

I coughed repeatedly from the semen. The thick stream of semen sprayed for more than ten seconds. I obediently drank it all.
This wasn't difficult for me. The shame of being verbally assaulted by my husband's boss on our first meeting was completely overshadowed by
the joy of my victory. All those stinky men boasted about how brave they were, but they were all defeated by me. The lingering notes of the song
still echoed; the erhu's mournful strains, though initially melancholic, sounded joyful and triumphant to me.

After swallowing the semen, I kept the semi-erect black penis in my mouth. After cleaning off the remaining semen,
while Lu Ming was still dazed and savoring his recent climax, I took it all in again, then took a deep sip
like drinking milk tea, my cheeks sagging. Lu Ming, as if on stimulants, suddenly opened his eyes wide, his whole body trembling violently.
It took him a while to calm down. This was my secret technique, honed over many years—taking advantage of a man's most relaxed and unguarded state after ejaculation.
In an instant, two deep sucks, even a god couldn't resist. Those few seconds of sucking are
a hundred times more pleasurable than thrusting. I don't use this lightly, but this time, it's to completely conquer Lu Ming, that old fox.

I glanced at him disdainfully, stood up, pulled down my short skirt, and defiantly twirled around to straighten my
clothes. I said with a coquettish smile, "Oh, Director Lu, I've won! Now I'm qualified to serve
you n't I? You've come all the way from the provincial capital; you must be exhausted. Tonight, I'll take good care of you!"

Lu Ming paused for a moment before opening his eyes, finally letting go of his arrogance and disdain. He grinned lewdly at me, then
said to Liu Jiayuan and Xu Zhongjun, "Hmm, Teacher Chen is very good; the arrangements are excellent. She'll make me even more
comfortable later." "We see there's nothing we can't talk about!"

This made the two men very happy. Liu Jiayuan took out a bottle of high-end red wine, and the three of them talked about
work for a while. I sat next to Lu Ming like a hostess, pretending to be seductive and talking lewdly. I suppressed my
disgust and resistance and deliberately tried to seduce and tease Lu Ming. As the three men talked, they all stripped naked, their three
different-shaped penises sticking up in the air. I wasn't afraid at all. Tonight, I'll make sure you're completely exhausted
and unable to attend tomorrow's Education Bureau memorial service. I'll make sure you don't dare touch a woman for a month!

So, for the next hour, I was manipulated by three so-called education bureau leaders in turn. One moment they
were fucking me from behind, the next they were shoving a big cock in my mouth. In the middle, when things got really exciting, Liu Jiayuan and Xu Zhongjun picked me up
on either side , exposing my pussy completely in mid-air. Lu Ming even pulled the curtains halfway open, letting me
scream wildly at the people and cars coming and going downstairs. Many people in the building across the street were still awake. I wonder
if any lucky person would see a teacher being sandwiched and frantically fucked by three men. From the bedroom
to the kitchen, from the living room to the bathroom, they tried every place and every position.

And I, I didn't give the man who had just ejaculated a chance at all, teasing and stimulating him at any time. In the end, each of them had ejaculated
three or four times, all of them exhausted, lying on the bed panting heavily. But I still didn't let them go,
using my superb "woman on top" position to serve them one by one again. I saw that Lu Ming's semen was clear
as water, and no more essence could be ejaculated. Satisfied, I went to take a shower. When I came back, they were all asleep,
snoring loudly.

I sat on the sofa with the joy of victory, followed by emptiness and loneliness.
A wisp of cool air blew in from the window. I stood naked at the window, looking at the lights of thousands of homes, and was suddenly filled with emotion. After standing there for
a while , I drew the curtains and decided to change into casual clothes and go for a walk.

Reaching the community pavilion downstairs, the evening breeze was refreshingly cool, making me feel quite comfortable. Suddenly, I felt a change in myself
. Recalling the lewd gathering just now, I no longer felt the same pleasure and desire as before, nor the lingering
urge afterward. Deep down, there was even a sense of resistance. I couldn't explain why, but a hidden
impulse was gradually replacing the previous unbearable "sexual addiction."

I strolled along the tree-lined path, recalling a line from the song "The Wandering Songstress": "Who
doesn't ..." Yes, who doesn't cherish their youth? But often, a
twist of fate can change everything, and that beautiful youth can only bloom in our imagination. As I walked, my thoughts
drifted back to the past, back to my youth, and everything turned into that unanswerable "what if" question:
If I hadn't seen that scene ten years ago, would everything have been different?

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