【My Seven Colleagues】(01-05) (The End) Author: wlmqwlmq

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. Series 1:

In the early 1990s, I changed jobs several times.

After changing jobs, my social circle at work broadened, and I came into contact with everyone in the company, from top to bottom.
It was from then on that I learned to play mahjong and also developed a tolerance for alcohol. As soon as I got off work in the evening
, my brothers would invite me to drink and play mahjong. My mahjong skills were terrible, and I always lost, which was probably
why everyone liked to invite me to play mahjong.

Back then, we always played mahjong at home. We often went to the house of a guy named Fan. I called him "brother"
because he was two years older than me. Speaking of gifts among friends, he was very stingy. When we went to his house to play mahjong
, we would bring our own food and drinks. After eating and drinking, we would start playing mahjong, sometimes from noon until very late at night, and he
would never ask his wife to cook anything.

Let me tell you about this couple: They both work at the same company as me. The husband is
the direct supervisor of Ms. Hua, a colleague I admire, whom I mentioned earlier. His wife also works at the same company; she's a very capable woman.
Besides her regular job, she does odd jobs at home to earn extra money. They have two daughters, aged six to nine, and their family
life is quite comfortable.

Ms. Fan is of average appearance, a woman in her thirties. Her legs are
so wide that you can't fit a 300-page book between them—I don't like legs like that. She's not particularly attractive, but she's
incredibly She likes to chat with me, asking all sorts of questions, without caring whether her husband or friends are present.
When we play cards past lunchtime, she ignores everyone else and only asks if I'm hungry or thirsty, making me feel quite embarrassed in front of
everyone . They both love playing cards, but her husband won't let her, so she can only
watch. She likes to sit next to me and watch me play, even though I'm not very good at it.

One weekend, everyone called and invited me to Fan's house to play cards, so I went. Fan's wife opened the door.
Seeing me, she reached into my shirt pocket and quickly pulled her hand out. Inside were colleagues
and friends , so I didn't dare ask any questions and just went in. Then we sat down to play cards. As usual, I lost more than I won.
When I reached into my pocket for money, I found an extra 300 yuan (in the early 1990s, 300 yuan was a considerable sum,
more than my monthly salary). I knew it was from Fan's wife. Back then, we spent less than 10 yuan per game, and
at most, we'd lose 100 or 200 yuan a day. Wages were very low then.

I glanced at her gratefully; she was staring straight at me. I didn't say anything more—I wasn't much of a talker
anyway —and just focused on playing cards. I still lost. She comforted me: "It's okay,
play better next time and win it back."

Back then, we had just gotten pagers and landlines. When the couple wasn't together,
I'd contact them to thank them and say I'd return the money. She said that since she'd already given it to me, she wouldn't
ask for it back, her voice full of sweet, coquettish charm. Actually, she was three years older than me.

Fan's actions made me realize she had feelings for me, but considering we
were colleagues and she often hung out with her husband,
I worried about what would happen to my work if we developed a relationship and people found out. So I suppressed the matter and let it cool down. But she remained incredibly kind
to me, still showing concern and care. At that time, besides Xiuzhi (my first woman) and my wife
(I was her only one), I had no extramarital affairs and no experience flirting with women; I was still
a naive and clueless young man.

Because I often lost at mahjong and lost interest in it, I stopped
participating much. Sister-in-law Fan called me, asking why I hadn't been visiting her lately and
if had mistreated me. I told her she hadn't mistreated me; she was very good to me, but I kept losing and
was getting tired of it. She said, "You should come over, shouldn't you? If you're short of money, I'll give you some, but you must come to my house often."
This touched me deeply.

As the saying goes, "Humans aren't plants or trees, how can they be without feelings?" As I mentioned in previous posts, I lack confidence in my appearance and
am not good at talking, but I don't know why, despite having so many friends visiting her house and many men who are kind to her,
Sister-in-law Fan is only
interested . I have a brother who is exceptionally good to her, bringing her or her husband breakfast almost every morning, and
when I visit him, I often bring large bags of things, yet Sister-in-law Fan isn't as kind to him. Touched by this, I
thought how to repay her, but my family's financial situation is even worse than hers. How could I possibly repay her?

Once, when I was at her house, she asked me to help her cook, so I went into the kitchen with her. I'm
quite familiar with chopping and cooking, and since everything was readily available, I figured I could just make something simple to fill everyone's stomachs.
After her husband isn't very generous, and if I cooked too much using her food, Fan Ge might get angry
with me. Her house was quite small, a three-bedroom apartment of about 80 square meters (things have changed now;
she lives in a high-rise building). The kitchen was even smaller, and as we moved around in the cramped space,
some physical contact was inevitable. I deliberately touched her buttocks with the back of my hand. She smiled at me charmingly, without
scolding or blaming me, which greatly encouraged me. I then tried kissing her cheek, and she
still smiled at me. So I dried my hands and reached out to grab her breast. She frowned
and gave me a wink. I then remembered that there were still a few people playing mahjong outside. I was secretly pleased: so she
didn't mind me touching her. Now that I knew her attitude, I felt relieved. Anyway ,
there's plenty of time in the future. Sooner or later, Sister Fan will be mine, so I didn't care about today's moment.

So I settled down to cook and then urged everyone to finish playing cards and eat.

Our unit has a branch office in the county town, a four-story building. The first floor is for business, and the fourth floor is a dance hall. The unit organizes dancing on the fourth floor
every Thursday, and anyone who wants to participate can join. Sister Fan works in the business hall on the first floor. Thursday afternoon.
Sister-in-law Fan paged me, and after I called her back, she told me that it was her shift this afternoon, Brother Fan was on duty at the bureau, and
she was home alone. She asked if I wanted to come to the branch office to dance. I said I couldn't dance, but if she wanted me to kiss her,
she could wait for me on the first floor, and I would come over early so we could talk. She agreed.

After work, I rushed home to eat something and then went to the branch office. Knowing she was waiting for me on the first floor, I pretended to go upstairs.
Seeing no one on the stairs, I pushed open the back door of Fan's office and slipped inside. I locked the door behind me,
afraid someone would see the lights and question me. It was pitch black inside. Once my eyes adjusted, I
saw Fan was already waiting for me. I didn't dare speak loudly, so I hugged her and started kissing
her. Although she didn't refuse my kisses, she wasn't very cooperative, and her mouth wasn't open much. I reached under her shirt and
touched her breasts directly. Her breasts were small; I could easily grab them with one hand. Luckily, my wife's breasts
were larger. Perhaps it was because of aesthetic fatigue, but I found Fan's small breasts surprisingly fresh and novel.
I kept stroking them, and with my other hand, I lifted her shirt, unhooked her bra, and took her
right . She hummed in agreement, and I opened my mouth wide, sucking her small breasts
all the way " I quickly covered her mouth, afraid the dancers upstairs would hear.
She whispered, "It hurts, don't suck so hard!"

I released her breasts and gently sucked on her nipples. Her nipples weren't big either, only
slightly larger than soybeans. After my kisses, her clitoris hardened—I already knew this was a
natural reaction to stimulation.

I pressed her against the wall, kissing her nipples, my hand sliding down under her skirt
, exploring her pubic area. I slipped my hand inside her panties, caressing her mons pubis. Surprisingly, the area around her mons pubis was smooth; I could
n't find any pubic hair. I checked again, still nothing… Was she a hairless
woman? Since it was my first time doing this with her, I was too embarrassed to ask her. With a question in mind, I reached my fingers into her
vulva. Her plump labia majora were tightly closed; I couldn't feel her labia minora. I patiently stroked her genitals a few times,
then moved my fingers to her clitoris, searching for that little nipple. Her body trembled, and she hugged my neck tightly. I
rubbed her clitoris, and she made a soft "mmm" sound. I slid my fingers down into her vulva; there was already
some sticky vaginal fluid inside. The area around her vagina was fleshy and soft, almost boneless.

At that moment, the sound of footsteps going up and down the stairs to dance began to become chaotic. People were coming to dance. I was both
nervous and excited, afraid someone would knock on the door, but I couldn't get out at this point, so I simply pressed her down on the floor
(there was a counter, a storage room for sales staff during their lunch break, near the back door of the sales hall), pulled down her panties,
and quickly took off my own pants. I lifted her skirt and looked down, wanting to see
what like, and what her pubic hair was like, since I hadn't been able to touch it earlier. But the room was too dark, and I couldn't see anything
clearly. So I spread her wet vulva open with both hands. There were no long labia minora (I'd only had
two previous experiences with women, and neither of them seemed to have this kind of vulva and labia). I didn't have time to think, and with my already
swollen penis, I groped and thrust it into her vulva.

Sister Fan only made one sound, a muffled "hmm" or "uh-huh." My penis was already
deep inside her vulva, surrounded by her very fleshy vulva, and it really felt like it was being sucked.
I pushed my penis in forcefully. It was very tight (she has two daughters, the older one even bigger than my son,
but the feeling of penetration was completely different from my wife's; my wife only has one son, but
it feels so empty!), very deep, it felt like I couldn't reach the bottom, and it was very soft. I experienced
a sensation different from my wife's vagina, and then I thought of her husband—Fan Ge, whom I work and
play cards . Although he wasn't particularly generous, he always addressed me as "brother" this and "brother" that. Thinking of Fan Ge
's thick penis (to be honest, mine isn't as big as his, I've seen it in the shower) and my own
thin penis, both inserted into Fan Ge's wife's vagina, brothers' penises inserted into the same vagina, my
central nervous system was excited, my body was convulsing, my penis contracted in Fan Ge's wife's fleshy vagina, and
I couldn't control myself, ejaculating hot semen without even saying goodbye, all of it shooting deep into my brother's wife
's vagina!

Below, Sister Fan's vagina was also contracting, her body swaying, clamping down on my penis to prevent it from pulling out.
But I quickly went limp, the thrusting lasting less than three minutes—too fast. After all, the footsteps going up and down the stairs
were outside, Brother Fan's shadow was flashing before my eyes, and Sister Fan's vagina was writhing below. I really couldn't take it anymore;
so fast, so quick, and I finished so hastily… I felt a surge of pleasure along with a pang of guilt: Sister Fan
was so good to me, and when it came time to repay her, I hesitated and overthought things
, finishing in just a few minutes. I was so useless!

Sister Fan's hands tightly wrapped around my back, unwilling to let go, her vagina still contracting rhythmically. With each
contraction, my initially hard penis softened a little, eventually slipping out from her overflowing vulva, carrying both my semen and her vaginal fluid
. Sister Fan sighed regretfully, quickly
grabbing a handful of paper to cover her vagina. I quickly wiped my wet penis, pulled up my pants, and tiptoed
to the back door. I pressed my ear against the door to listen for any sounds outside, then ran back to ask her, "There's no one outside now,
shall I go?"

[I had to go upstairs while writing this, and I ran into Brother Fan at 3:53 PM on February 24, 2011.
I remembered what I had just written about his wife, his big penis, his hairless wife, and
his slit-like vagina… Lies will be punished!]

Sister-in-law Fan was clearly not very satisfied, looking at me pitifully without saying a word. I couldn't bear it, so I
lay back down on the mat, lifted her shirt again, and kissed her small breasts. I
sucked hard on her nipples, feeling that although her breasts were small, they were still quite fleshy. I could easily
swallow them all with my mouth slightly open.

This was our first time together, and besides, the image of Fan Ge, whom I saw every day, kept flashing before my eyes. I
imagined the scene of the two of them exchanging saliva while kissing, so I didn't want to kiss her. Instead, I
chose to kiss her breasts. Actually, from the beginning when I kissed her lips, I sensed that she didn't really like kissing me either,
so I decided against it. I alternated between sucking on her two breasts, while she put her hand inside my pants,
touching my semi-erect penis. I knew what she was thinking; she just wanted another round. At this point, I whispered
to her, "Fan Ge, can we have two rounds in a row now?"

"Hmph, he falls asleep as soon as he finishes a game."

I asked her, "Never twice in a row?"

She said, "I did twice when I was younger, but not anymore."

Hearing this, I secretly got excited: I have a history of playing consecutively, and I'm more
confident than Fan Ge. As we talked, I got an erection, which was very uncomfortable through my pants. As if she knew, she
said, "Shall I take them off for you?" "Okay," I was happy to enjoy the feeling of a woman taking off my pants and then letting me fuck her
.

She wasn't wearing panties after we finished. I touched her slit, and
naturally, it was a wet little stream, flowing with thick fluid… I used the nectar from her slit to gently
press her clitoris. She groaned and moved her hips slightly. I knew she was sensitive to clitoral stimulation;
my wife is like that. Whenever I stimulate her clitoris, she says she feels uncomfortable and wants to pee… I put
my fingers inside her vagina and teased her. She started to wriggle, pulling on my hips, wanting me to penetrate her. I
deliberately asked her, "Is it itchy inside?" "Mmm…" "Do you want me to penetrate you?" "Yes…"

Due to the time and place, I didn't keep her in suspense any longer. I guided my penis into her wet vagina.
It was very lubricated, with her vaginal fluid and a lot of my semen. This time, the insertion went smoothly and
easily . After all, I had just ejaculated, and my semen acted as a lubricant. It was smooth and easy to insert, without
the resistance of the first time. So I lifted one of her legs, moved it over my head, and thrust into her vagina from the side. My
entire penis went in all the way. Then I moved my penis up and down and side to side. She was still just moaning softly,
which sounded very unpleasant. But the thought of my buddy, with whom I eat, drink, and play cards every day, also
thrusting and ejaculating inside this slut (if he weren't so slutty, he wouldn't be so proactive in hinting at it), and both of our semen being
poured into the same slut, made me even more excited. I was fucking his woman, and his woman was secretly giving me money and even paying me off,
and would contact me when he wasn't home to let me fuck her (although we didn't talk about sex on the phone, we both
knew what was going on, right?). I felt very pleased and unconsciously sped up, thrusting in and out without any foundation,
until the urge to ejaculate came. I hurriedly put down her right leg, lay on top of her, lifted my buttocks, and thrust a few times,
telling her I was going to cum. She didn't say a word. I gripped her shoulders tightly, thrusting my penis as far as I could,
ejaculating a thick stream of semen deep into her vagina… I glanced at the time on my pager; it was already past 8:30. I
stopped lingering, grabbed her panties, wiped my penis clean, went to the door, listened for a response,
and waved to her. She whispered a warning: “Be careful, don’t let anyone see us.” I

quietly opened the door and slipped out. Seeing no one around, I went upstairs. My legs felt weak as I climbed, my
steps unsteady. Sigh! Time was too short; the two encounters didn’t even last 20 minutes, with
only a few minutes between them. I roused myself, feigning composure, and swaggered up to the fourth floor to find a female colleague to dance with.
After two songs, I saw my sister-in-law enter the dance hall, looking around before coming to my side: “Shall we dance?” I said
okay , and to the music, we went down to the dance floor.

While dancing, my sister-in-law squeezed my shoulders hard. I whispered to her, "There are so many people watching,
be careful!" After two songs, my legs were weak and trembling, my body felt unsteady, and sweat poured down my forehead. I said I
was tired, too tired, and that it was fine if people just saw me at the dance hall. Then I said goodbye to her and my colleagues and went home
.

The next day at work, I had nothing to do, so I went to Teacher Hua's office. She asked me, "You were quite dashing yesterday, weren't you?"

Ha! That question stunned me. I was speechless for a moment. My mind raced,
trying to figure out was something more to her words. I hadn't run into anyone else about what happened between my sister-in-law and me yesterday
. What did she mean by asking me that? Had someone found out about us? Even if someone had, it couldn't have
reached !

I innocently asked her, "What are you talking about? How was I dashing?

You changed dance partners several times on the fourth floor yesterday, and you only went for the pretty ones. Isn't that dashing?"

Hearing her say that, I felt a weight lifted from my shoulders and breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, you mean dancing?
That's an activity organized by the bureau, so I should participate actively. Actually, I can't dance at all; others taught me."

The teacher said, not without a hint of jealousy, "Yes, you're popular. All the pretty girls invite you to dance. You
were so smug last night!"

I asked her, "I didn't see you dancing yesterday." "

Hmph! Do you think I don't know what you were doing if I didn't go?"

I teased her, "Teacher, are you jealous?"

She put on a disdainful face and said, "Come on! Jealous of you? Why should I be jealous of you? Who do you think you are? " Her barrage of questions left me speechless, but I also felt happy: the teacher wouldn't have said these things to me if she wasn't jealous . Since
she was jealous, it meant she cared about me a lot, and maybe she had already fallen for me. I even half-jokingly teased her, "Because students like teachers, and teachers like students too! How about I take you for a drive tonight?" She told me her husband wouldn't be home that night, and she had to go home to cook for her child . I knew she was lying immediately, so I said, "Don't your child always eat at your aunt's house?" The teacher's mother also worked at our workplace. When the teacher was very young, her mother died in a car accident, and her father went back to his hometown of Shijiazhuang and remarried. She lived with her aunt, who raised her single-handedly . It was a very difficult child, but she worked very hard in school and was among the top students in the entire school. In high school, the workplace had a batch of job placement quotas for children, and the workplace, seeing her plight, was going to give her one. Her aunt subtly persuaded her to take over her mother's job, to earn a salary early and become independent, rather than continue supporting her education and college entrance exams, since her aunt also had two children to support. And so, Hua finished high school early and took over the job. She constantly lamented that she was born at the wrong time, unable to go to university and realize her lofty ideals and ambitions. Her aunt's house wasn't far from hers, less than 1000 meters away. Her husband worked in a government office, and when both were at work, their child was young and had to be cared for by her aunt. Hearing what I said, she hesitated, silently looking at me without saying a word… Seeing that she didn't refuse me, I wondered if she was implying that she was available today… I said, "I'll contact you this afternoon, " and hurriedly left.

Actually, I was reflecting on what she had just said, analyzing her thoughts and mindset from various angles, and
secretly encouraging myself: once she went out alone with me, it meant she was starting to have feelings for me, and then I could
take the next step… After leaving her place that morning, I didn't go back. All day I spent
fantasizing about being with her, how I would woo her, what I would do to move her, devising
various plans, both offensive and defensive. I drifted off to work in a daze until the afternoon. I watched her
ride her bike home. Fifteen minutes later, I called her home. I heard her voice on the other end. I said, "Shall I come pick you up
?" She said, "Let's cook something first." Ha, I thought there was a chance, so I waited patiently! When it got dark, she
paged me. I quickly drove to a street near her house, and we drove aimlessly, talking about
our time working together. Finally, I parked by the lake and said to her, "Teacher,
your student likes you!" "Lan Tao, you're talking nonsense." I wasn't talking nonsense. As I spoke, I suddenly turned to the side, hugged her, and
kissed her. She struggled desperately, but no one was as strong as me. My lips were pressed tightly against hers, and I kissed her
passionately. She wouldn't open her mouth to respond to my kisses. Soon, I was covered in sweat. I had a
sudden idea. Since I had already made my move, I might as well go all the way. I let go and reached into her shirt through her neckline. She wasn't wearing a bra.
I knew
her
breasts were small. We had worked together for two years, and even in the summer when she wore very light clothing, I could hardly see the outline of her breasts. I had also seen her breasts and nipples through her neckline when she bent over. Her breasts were small, but her nipples were relatively large. Now, holding her breasts, they were still very thin and not very fleshy. I turned around
and lifted her shirt from below, and leaned in to kiss her breasts. She pushed my head away forcefully
, calling out, "Lantao (my nickname, I've changed it a bit), don't do this, Lantao... Lantao... don't do this..."
Heh, I'd finally managed to get
her nipple in my mouth, how could I give up so easily? Hearing her call me that, it was clearly a bit ambiguous. I opened my mouth wide and took most of her breast in, sucking and swallowing. She stopped struggling and pushing me away, but instead
tickled my armpit. I was ticklish, so I laughed and let go of her. All this commotion left us both sweaty
. She said, "Let's rest, let's talk for a bit."

Hearing her say that, she was basically acknowledging our ambiguous relationship, so I stopped teasing
her and drove her home around 10 PM.

Driving back to the office, I heard a commotion in the duty room, so I peeked inside and saw Brother Fan
playing mahjong with a few colleagues. I asked him if he'd eaten, and he said he had, and he was on
duty that night. Upon hearing this, I lost all interest in playing cards. I glanced at the cards of a few other players, then excused myself to
another room to make a phone call to Sister Fan. After confirming she was home, I rushed to her house; the door was ajar, but I left it open. I
quietly entered the bedroom (someone lived downstairs), where she was already lying in bed waiting.

Without a word, I took off my clothes and got into bed, removing her pajamas and underwear. For the first time, I truly admired her
body: not very white, her breasts weren't large, but they weren't flat either, and she had a slender waist. Looking further down, her smooth vulva
was a slit between her legs, with a small patch of labia minora peeking out from the cleft, about the size of a broad bean. I
didn't bother her or touching her breasts; I directly pressed my face against her vulva to examine it closely. There were a dozen or so fine pubic hairs curving
along the upper part of her vulva, but not a single hair on either side of her labia.

It was the first time I had ever seen a woman who was almost completely bald, with a vulva so thin that the labia minora were barely visible—she
was so beautiful! Like the vulva of an undeveloped little girl, I leaned over and smelled it. A faint, fresh scent of soap
wafted over, indicating she had just cleaned herself. I was pleased that my sister-in-law was so respectful of me. I couldn't resist sticking out
my tongue and licking the small part of her labia minora that was exposed. Then I parted her vulva, revealing
tender, red flesh glistening with vaginal fluid inside her small vaginal opening. I wanted to give her
oral , but I was really hesitant. I asked her, "Did you two do anything today?"

"No."

I didn't want to kiss her even if we hadn't done anything. Who knew if she was telling the truth? I symbolically kissed her
vulva and clitoris. She didn't push my head down. I spat, climbed on top of her, wrapped my arms around her neck
, and kissed her mouth. Just like the first time, she wouldn't open her mouth wide, and I didn't force her. I had to kiss those tiny breasts
, otherwise it would be too unfair to her. I sucked on her nipple, and she immediately made a soft "hmm"
sound . Cough! "Go ahead and moan if you want, why just give a soft 'hmm'?" Whatever, I kissed this one, touched that one,
and she tightened her grip on my waist, still moaning softly. Fine! I'll just go for it. After all, we're
at home; what if some people suddenly decide to come home in the middle of the night?

I grabbed my throbbing penis, rubbed it against her vaginal opening a few times, and then thrust in with a powerful thrust.

She moaned a few more times, but I didn't care anymore. I just felt the soft flesh inside her
vagina gripping my penis tightly. There wasn't much lubrication, so there was some resistance.

I lifted her legs and placed them in the crook of my arms, so her vagina naturally parted a little more and
rose higher. I thrust into her hard, like digging a well, watching her two little breasts tremble and sway,
silently chanting in my mind: Hold on! Hold on! Don't ejaculate in just a few minutes like last time. This
time it has to last 10 minutes… Thinking about it like this, my brain
got excited, and my penis betrayed me, convulsing uncontrollably as I ejaculated streams of semen into my sister-in-law's vagina.

I lowered her legs, lay on top of her, and tried to push my hips down, wanting to
insert my penis as deeply as possible. But as her vagina contracted, it didn't feel like it was sucking my penis, as others described. It
felt like it was spitting out my penis, and finally, it slipped
out . Looking down, I saw it was as soft as a frostbitten cucumber.

She reached under the pillow and took out some toilet paper. We wiped ourselves, and then I put my arms around her neck and
rested against the headboard. Then she burst into laughter, which confused me. I asked her, bewildered, what she was laughing at.
She smiled but didn't answer, pointing instead to my groin—my soft penis was covered in toilet paper, like
a Japanese soldier's head wrapped in white gauze after being bandaged in a movie. I couldn't help but laugh and said, "What
kind ? You don't even buy any better quality for yourself!"

I went to the bathroom, poured some warm water (they didn't have a water heater back then), washed myself, and let her wash too.
After washing up, we went to bed and embraced again. I wasn't willing to give up so easily; I wanted to go again.

To be honest, her vagina really had a very soft and supple feel. Whenever we made love, the first time
always ended very quickly, I couldn't control myself. Just now, it was like that. I wanted to
prolong it , but the more I thought about it, the less I could control myself.

I don't suffer from premature ejaculation. Last Sunday, February 27, 2011, I
came back and made love with my beloved Rong'er (the Rong'er I mentioned in my book "Childhood") from 3:40 PM
to 8:00 PM, until she repeatedly complained about wanting to go home.

So I continued to kiss and touch her, pressing her head towards my penis. She reluctantly took my glans into her mouth.
I thought this wasn't the first time, so I commanded, "Suck hard, take it deep, get me hard and I
'll let you have your fun."

I pressed her head down, making her open her mouth, and shoved my entire penis into her mouth. She swallowed and released my limp
penis, and I contracted my lower abdomen, trying my best to cooperate with her oral sex. Her oral skills were indeed terrible; occasionally her teeth
would graz my penis, but there was no way to get hard without sucking. I couldn't very well
masturbate to get an erection just for a second time, could I?

For convenience and stimulation, we changed positions and went for 69. This way, I could enjoy
her oral sex while manipulating and admiring her hairless vulva. I twirled her few pubic hairs with my fingers,
muttering, "Let me count how many pubic hairs you have."

She saw me laughing at her and angrily said, "Go away, if you think mine are too few, don't listen to me. Go find someone with more hair!"

I continued to tease her, "I didn't think you had too little hair. I just wanted to count how many there were for you,
isn't that good? It's so much better without pubic hair. It saves you from looking like a red-haired devil at the beginning and end of the month.
You're so clean, it's easy to clean, and it's straightforward to look at your vulva."

"You think you can do that! You dead toad, you can talk nonsense!"

At this moment, a faint white liquid flowed from her slit, which I realized was her vaginal fluid and the semen
that remained inside her. I dipped my finger in the pee, then opened and closed my thumb and forefinger in front of her,
pulling out I said to her, "Look, I can even make your cunt pee... See if this is your pee or
a toad's pee?"

She pouted and said, "Say that again, and I'll bite you, I'll bite it off."

"No, no, no, kiss it properly, kiss it until it's rock hard, then I can fuck you! Your cunt feels so good
, I couldn't hold back and came before I could even thrust a few times, this time I'll really make you feel good."

She really did eat my penis in big mouthfuls, but she didn't use her tongue to stimulate
it . Looking at her wet pussy, I got a little excited too. I unusually licked her clitoris seriously for a while, but
I still didn't want to lick her vagina, after all, we had just finished sex, and there was a mixture of our fluids in it...
She had most of my penis in her mouth (it was already a little hard, and she would gag if she took it in too deep), and her hand was stroking the base of my penis.
My penis was throbbing in her mouth as I thrust hard. She quickly spat it out: "Don't cum, don't cum, put
it in."

I wasn't trying to cum, it was the result of my willpower and contraction of my abdomen to lift my penis!

I changed positions, pressed her down facing me, spread her labia majora (her labia minora
were negligible), and thrust my hips. My hard, steel-like penis slid into her wet vagina. She
moaned and hugged my waist. Every time I thrust, she groaned. I was panting heavily from thrusting, but I still didn't feel
like ejaculating. I pulled out my penis, lifted her waist, flipped her over, and looked at her round, white buttocks (her face
wasn't particularly white, nor were her breasts, only her buttocks were). I stroked them a few times, spread her legs, and thrust in hard, penetrating her to the
hilt. She cried out, "Ah!" and said it hurt too much. "Couldn't you be slower and gentler?"

I knelt on one knee on the bed, gripping her hips tightly and thrusting hard. My loose scrotum slapped against her buttocks. At that
moment, I only wished my penis was shorter (actually centimeters) so I could penetrate all the way in. My
sister-in-law looked pitiful: her face was buried in the pillow, one hand supporting her body on the bed, the other hand reaching behind her
to push against my lower abdomen, preventing me from penetrating all the way in.

I asked her, "Brother, have you ever penetrated like this before? " "Yes, I've done it from behind when I was younger, but rarely. I didn't penetrate as deeply or as quickly

as you . I haven't done it like this in a long time." " Do you feel good when I penetrate you like this?" It felt good, exciting, and deep inside her, though a little painful… I stirred my penis inside , and her buttocks writhed with it. “My little darling, my little darling, how can you have so many !” I knew she used to call her daughter “little darling,” and now she called me that, which made me feel strange. But then I thought about how close her daughter was to me, how she always liked to sit next to me, hold my hand, and ask me all sorts of questions . I thought about how her mother’s labia minora weren’t very big, and how little Nini’s vagina was practically a slit! Thinking about this, I suddenly felt dizzy and wanted to ejaculate. I said I wanted to masturbate quietly (her daughter’s name)! Let me masturbate quietly! She said, “No, no, I want you to masturbate me, I want you to masturbate me!” I said, “ Can I ejaculate in your mouth? ” “No, just inside my vagina.” I pulled out my penis, which was covered in a lot of white discharge. I didn't wipe it away, and had her lie down again. I thrust into her vagina from above (I still prefer the missionary position when I ejaculate). It was smooth and slippery. I thrust in and out quickly, our bodies pressed tightly together. I listened to the moans , thinking about how the man on duty at work was still laughing and joking with his colleagues, while I had already made his woman wet and moaning. I ejaculated a stream of hot semen deep into my brother's woman's vagina. I shook my penis again, letting the remaining semen flow into her vagina as well. Her vagina was throbbing and contracting gripping my penis tightly. Since this was the second time in a row, it lasted more than 40 minutes. I felt sticky on my chest, so I grabbed a pillowcase and placed it between us to absorb the sweat. I reached for some tissues and said, "Let's wipe ourselves off." She said, "Let's stay inside a little longer!" I thought I didn't want it to come out. I said no more, just lay quietly on top of her, panting heavily. The passion had faded, and I didn't want to linger in this dangerous place. In that moment of distraction, my penis immediately went limp and slipped out of her vagina. I had no choice but to wipe it.

Then I got dressed, said goodbye to her, and went home.

On June 16, 1997, I had just finished eating at home when Sister-in-law Fan texted me to wait for her at the hospital
entrance. I understood what she meant—her husband was away on a business trip and she wanted me to sleep with her! Sigh, what a slut!
Her husband was so good to her, but the moment he left, she came to me to cuckold his wife. Women, oh
women! But then again, if women weren't slutty, how could we, these many lecherous brothers, have our way?

I waited until 8:35 PM before she arrived. She told me that Brother Fan was away on a business trip to Luoyang, and she was out running some errands
and wanted to see me afterwards. I took her for a walk around a few times, found a lakeside, laid out what I had prepared by the roadside, and
did it there for an hour, ejaculating twice. I didn't care whether she was comfortable or not, whether she had an orgasm or not; as long as I was satisfied, that was enough
. The environment wasn't ideal; I had to constantly look around to see if anyone was approaching while I was doing my work. In
that situation, it was truly difficult to consider her feelings.

Later, I felt she became increasingly clingy. Once, when I went to the city, she and her niece were taking the car to run errands. She
insisted her niece get out first, then told her she needed to do some errands with me. I had no choice but to pull her
to a relatively quiet garage in front of the city company, quickly and violently thrust into her,
ejaculating inside her. Only then would she get out to find her niece, and I could go do my business.

Another time, when she heard I was going to Zhengzhou, she quickly asked her husband for leave, saying she could ride with me to her brother's place in Zhengzhou.
When we arrived in Zhengzhou, I arranged a room at the Zhongzhou International Hotel. Because I was traveling with others, we couldn't be alone together.
Finally, she asked me to take her to her brother's house. Downstairs, she had me ejaculate again in the back seat before
going upstairs . That day was September 26, 1997.

On March 31, 1998, it had been raining all day. Fan Ge and a few of his brothers called out to me, "It's raining today, it's
a good day for drinking, let's go for a drink!" I told them that some of my colleagues had begged me to take them home to
their family compound . Fan Ge and the others said, "Then hurry back, we'll wait for you at our usual spot." I pretended to be helpless and said,
"Okay, we'll see." After dropping them off

at the compound, I didn't come back immediately. Instead, I told everyone I was going to a colleague Qingqing's house to get some CDs. Then I got out of the car with a few colleagues. After watching me go into Qingqing's house,
they all went home. I picked out a few CDs and said goodbye. After Qingqing closed the door, I ran upstairs to Fan Ge's house. The door was ajar. I went in and locked it. I saw Fan Ge's wife cooking in the kitchen. I got excited, lifted her apron, pulled down her pants, and spread her legs between her buttocks, inserting my swollen penis into her body. My sister-in-law's vagina is always so soft. I squeezed her buttocks, enjoying the fleshy feel of her vagina, and thrust wildly into her already wet vagina. Soon, streams of white semen shot deep into her vagina. I pulled out my penis, lifted her panties, and wiped it on my penis. My sister-in-law shouted, "Go get some paper..." After wiping my penis clean with her panties , I lifted my own panties and said, "Sister-in-law, I'm leaving now. My brother Fan is still waiting for me to drink at Zhang's canteen. I'll use this time to lubricate him, and I'll have him help me wash the dishes tonight... " After saying that, I straightened my pants and ran off. When I got to the canteen, my brother Fan and the others questioned why I was so slow. I said, "Even so, I'm still making the most of my time. Here I am—" I pulled out a few discs and said, "I was choosing DVDs at Qingqing's house. It took me ages to pick out these few... What's ? Do you suspect I took a detour to have sex?" Then we drank heavily… I have a habit: after giving my "official food" (a euphemism for sexual favors) to other women outside, I always try to find someone to drink with until I'm drunk before going home. When I get home, I pretend to be drunk, reeking of alcohol, to satisfy my wife's sexual demands. From then on, we had sex whenever it was convenient for both of us. Even during her period, we couldn't stop ourselves having sex. Later, because she was very domineering towards me, sometimes she would stare at me intently during meetings at work, which terrified me. After all, we worked at the same company, and if something went wrong, we wouldn't be able to get along . So I intentionally distanced myself from her, and when she wanted to have sex with me, I would make up some excuse. One time, she casually wandered into my office, and in a coquettish voice, asked me to treat her to dinner. I said I didn't have time, but I'd give her 1000 yuan; she could buy whatever she wanted to eat. I, a man, had no reason to dine alone with her. She stared at me with a resentful look, and I stuffed the money into her pocket. She didn't refuse and swayed away. A few years later, she bought out her employment and went into business. During this time, I reconnected with my former roommates, Hua'er , Fei'er, and Wenwen (mentioned earlier, I'll describe them in more detail later). One time, my brother was on duty again, and I called my sister-in-law to ask how she was doing. She said she was the same as always. I said, "Should I come see you?" She said, "No, you don't need to come." But I still insisted on going to her place. She lied to her mother, got into my car, drove to a field, and in the back seat, I took out my penis and made her kiss it. She only sucked on a tiny bit of my penis, then pulled down half of her pants, lifted her legs onto my shoulders, and quickly ejaculated into her vagina. I wiped my penis; the car was filled with the pungent smell of her vagina. Sigh! She must have been unprepared and hadn't washed her vagina. That was the last time we had sex, a farewell to sex. Time cools passion, and now when we meet, everything is normal, as if nothing ever happened between us. But secrets don't stay hidden forever, and my affair with Sister Fan was eventually exposed by another woman I was involved with, Fei'er (mentioned in a previous article). After ending my sexual relationship with Sister Fan, I felt a sense of relief and ease. Part Two: My second successful encounter with a colleague led to my first woman in my department—Hua Yanyan . In 1991, I transferred to a business inspection office in our unit. At that time, there were two female colleagues in this department, one a few years older than me, over 30, and the other two years younger, 24. The older one's surname was Gao, and the younger one's surname was Hua, named Hua Yanyan. Following our unit's custom of using respectful terms for colleagues who had done the same work before or in jobs we hadn't done, I called them "Teacher Gao" and "Teacher Hua" respectively. Teacher Gao did her own work, while Teacher Hua and I worked together on one task. Teacher Gao comes from a very wealthy family, yet she doesn't care much about her appearance, dresses casually, or wears makeup. At 1.65 meters tall , she looks several years older than her actual age. She has a straightforward temper and a loud voice, but she has a very kind heart.

She's warm-hearted, easygoing, and the type who won't bother others unless provoked, but will retaliate if wronged. Her husband works at
the same company as us, has a very good relationship with the boss, is a favorite, and has extensive social connections. He's
also very easygoing and well-regarded by colleagues and friends.

Hua Yanyan is nearly 170cm tall and weighs less than 100 pounds. She's quite thin, with a flat chest,
dark yellow skin, and doesn't care much about dressing up. However, because she's young, her complexion is ruddy, her eyes aren't large but
are very bright, and she has a small mouth with thin lips. Her slender figure makes her appear tall, and her legs are
very straight (my legs aren't straight, so I admire people with straight legs and especially appreciate women with straight legs). She walks
with a slight pigeon-toed gait, and I often admire her legs—so straight! She's also quite straightforward and a bit stubborn
, and doesn't speak gently. If anyone offends her, she'll launch into a tirade.

My arrival brought a lot of life to that small room. The three of us are all straightforward and don't
mince ; we're all very direct. After working with them for over a year, occasionally Ms. Hua and I
, being the younger ones, would have a little argument. Ms. Gao, being a few years older than us, would act as a peacemaker, mediating and
advising me and Ms. Hua. We two, being hot-tempered, would argue and bicker, but once we were done, we were good friends again. After all,
we had two desks next to each other, working together on the same tasks. Even when we weren't talking, we had
to finish our work before leaving. Our work environment was relatively closed; we
worked out for each other, and generally getting along well.

Less than a year after I arrived, a female colleague named Feifei was transferred here.

That changed the dynamic between us: Feifei was fair-skinned and chubby, about 165 cm tall
and weighing an estimated 140-150 kg. She had bright, large eyes that gleamed with a cold light. She wasn't ugly, with fair skin
, and short hair, giving her a tomboyish look. She had a bit of a masculine personality, was quite cunning, and fearless
. She was two years older than me, very sharp-tongued, always competitive, eloquent
, and relentlessly argumentative. She was a notorious woman in our workplace, known for her shrewishness. Her husband was a civil servant,
and her brother was a high-ranking official in the province.

The four of us would work together, chatting and laughing, gossiping about who was dating whom
, vividly describing how this woman was seeing that man, and that man was seeing that woman, then laughing heartily before getting back to work
. Sometimes, when I offered an opinion, whether right or wrong, Feifei would side with the other women, treating me as an
"enemy," and constantly opposing me. I was helpless against a woman like that. By then, I was already in
my mid-twenties, and all three of them were married with children, so they didn't hold back in their conversations. Three
women a drama; they'd say their dirty jokes, and I'd listen, occasionally adding fuel to the fire to provoke
their taunts—of course, when I responded, I'd be even more direct, explicit, and
vulgar than them. We joked and teased each other like this for a year or two until I was transferred to another department,
ending my days of daily banter with these women. But a few years later, I had
slept with 66% of those three women.

I worked in that other department for a year, and the girl I'd previously worked with in the examination room, nicknamed "Flower," took over
my job. I was then transferred to another place, where I stayed for over a decade. It was during these decade that
my extramarital affairs underwent a dramatic transformation. I managed to seduce Flower and Fei, two of the three
women —66.66%, not bad, right? Only Teacher Gao, being
highly respected and several years older than me, and moreover, having been kind to me and her husband, I couldn't bear to

leave her, my fellow wolves! After Hua'er took over as my cashier, I became her regular customer, often
going there to chat for half a morning or half an afternoon. Once, I jokingly mentioned that her child didn't resemble her, being "
a bit of 'reverse breed'" (meaning not like her husband's offspring), when she suddenly got angry,
embarrassing me in front of others. I didn't know whether to leave or stay, stand or sit, so I half-reclined
on the sofa, picked up a magazine, and read it over and over until I knew the contents by heart, without moving an inch...
Since then, I haven't gone to her place, to avoid making a fool of myself.

This stalemate lasted for more than half a year. One day, after drinking heavily, I glanced at her office as I passed by.
She was alone inside. I staggered into her suite (where she worked), sat
down on the sofa , and began to recount our joys and sorrows working together,
the hardships we'd shared. At the most emotional parts, I even managed to squeeze out a few tears. Tears are truly a powerful thing; they're very
infectious . Listening to my story and seeing my tears, her eyes also reddened, and she soon began wiping away
tears with a tissue.

I said, "Teacher, do you remember that day in the inspection room when a ticket stub didn't add up?
We checked until after 8 pm. It was winter, and by 8 pm, the office was almost deserted. When we
finally balanced the numbers, we cheered loudly, startling the bureau chief next door, who peeked out to see what we were doing?"

"I remember! We went through so much trouble to find it from scratch, and by the time we found it, it was already
very late ."

I told her: "At that moment, I was so happy I really wanted to pick you up and spin you around three times!" Hearing this,
she blushed and smiled without responding. I continued to recall that night: I remember that night was the first time we
went out to eat alone, and we even ordered two bottles of beer (I didn't drink much back then). Then I asked her if she wanted to go
see a dance performance. She said it was too late and she wouldn't go. And so we parted ways and went our separate ways. Actually, I was
subtly testing her then, but we were both young and naive back then, or perhaps conservative. I
had only recently gotten married, and the novelty hadn't worn off yet. Besides, given Ms. Hua's personality, I had the desire
but not the courage; I just had some feelings for her.

Talking about those years ago, we were both immersed in sweet memories. Although we were very innocent back then,
without any physical intimacy or even saying anything inappropriate, we cared
about each other deeply and understood each other's personalities. To put it bluntly, we had a certain emotional foundation.

We closed the door (hers had an aluminum alloy partition) and talked for about four or five hours. When we finally thought it was time
to leave , we checked the time and realized everyone else had already left. During that time, her manager called her.
I deflected their questions by saying I was busy, and when others came in and saw us whispering, they wisely left
. So, emboldened by the alcohol, I blurted out everything I'd wanted to say but hadn't dared to before. Once
things were out in the open, her attitude changed. She simply talked about how
good I was to her, how much I cared for her, how much I valued her, and how she didn't dislike me (just not dislike,
not say she liked me), but genuinely didn't think anything more of it. We chatted until evening before going home. Back then, things
weren't so romantic; we didn't go out for dinner or drinks.

This direct conversation subtly changed our relationship. She no longer had a stern face when she saw me,
and her tone became much gentler. I started going to her place more often, constantly calling to chat.
Of course, these conversations were now more probing, with things like "I like you," "I miss you when I can't see you,"
and then gradually delving deeper into the topic based on her reaction. She listened calmly, seemingly happy and
enjoying hearing me say I liked her. Then I asked her out to talk, and although she was always hesitant, she
always agreed.

I drove her around slowly, talking gently, occasionally touching her hand intentionally or unintentionally. She
didn't deliberately avoid it, so I knew she had implicitly acknowledged my feelings for her.

However, for a long time, Ms. Hua and I only maintained a close friendship, without any further development.
It wasn't until 1999 that I launched a fierce offensive. With enough persistence, no fortress is insurmountable.

Eight years after we met, I met Ms. Hua, who used to work in the same department.

Ms. Hua's assessment of me was: "You're a man who doesn't like being alone. Although
you have a younger, gentle, virtuous, and beautiful wife at home, you still always want to seek excitement outside."

It seems Ms. Hua understands me quite well. Although her words were harsh, they were true: I
like the feeling of being cuckolded! Whenever I'm with another man's wife, my penis inside her,
a strange sense of pleasure and accomplishment wells up inside me. So I've always been exploring, tirelessly searching
for women I can take advantage of. I want to possess them, I want to cuckold their husbands! ~ Perhaps this is
the nature and instinct of a wolf!

A while ago, because I was messing around with my sister-in-law, I neglected my teacher, Yan Yan. Now I'm not in contact with my sister-in-law,
so I still need to get close to Yan Yan, right? Fortunately, we had already had some relatively close contact before, some ambiguous
actions, occasionally kissing and grabbing each other, but nothing more.

One day, a few of us went to the city on business, and my teacher went along too.

It was a rainy winter day. After dropping everyone off at their respective destinations, I took Hua'er to a parking lot at our superior's
workplace . We parked behind a row of large trucks. The teacher was sitting in the back. I locked the door and jumped
into the back seat to sit next to her and talk. Soon, a layer of cold air fogged up the windshields
, obscuring everything outside. Of course, if a pedestrian walked by, they wouldn't be able to see anyone in the car. I
pulled the teacher into my arms and kissed her. Having had physical contact before, she wasn't so strongly
opposed and began to slowly respond to my kisses. My hand slipped inside her clothes and touched her breasts. She
still wasn't wearing a bra, probably because her breasts were small. I had already made her nipples hard, and then
I wanted to touch her vagina. She grabbed my hand, preventing me from touching further. I pleaded with her: "Let me touch it, just once."
She didn't say anything, which was taken as tacit consent. I reached my hand into her pants and touched her pubic hair. It didn't feel
very soft, not the fluffy kind. Maybe I'm just used to touching my wife's. My wife is two years younger than her, and she's
two years younger than me.

She was wearing jeans, and the waistband was pressing against my arm, restricting my movement. I
whispered , "Unbutton it." She still didn't answer, so I unbuttoned her pants with both hands and unzipped the zipper.
My hand immediately went into her genitals, stroking her pubic hair. Further down was her vulva, which was a little sticky
and wet, probably wet.

While stroking her vulva, I quietly unbuttoned my pants with my other hand and pulled them down
a bit. I grabbed her hand and placed it on my penis. She was embarrassed, but I held her hand firmly.
She just lightly touched my penis. It was already very hard and hot. I felt her
hand was a little cold, so I said, "I'm hot here. Let me warm your hands." Taking advantage of her inattention, I pulled her pants
down to her buttocks and said, "Let them touch, it misses it." She refused, so I resorted to force: "Don't
resist, if someone sees the car shaking, they'll know someone's doing something good inside."

I pulled her buttocks towards me, parted her labia, and thrust in.

She was still unwilling, twisting her body and cursing me: "Lan Tao, you bastard Lan Tao, this
is rape!"

I said, "Rape it is then, go ahead and sue me, I'm going to get it in today anyway." As I thrust, her vagina
was really tight, probably because her pants were binding her legs and it was from behind. I struggled to thrust,
thinking: I've been longing for my teacher for eight or nine years, and today my wish has finally come true. Looking at this woman who was usually so
serious and aloof, now that I had her, I was incredibly excited.

She was still twisting her hips, trying to prevent me from penetrating her smoothly. I grabbed her hips and pulled her towards me, thrusting
a few times until I felt like ejaculating. I said I wanted to cum, and asked if I could cum inside. She hesitated for a moment,
then hummed in agreement, stopping her struggles and obediently pressing her hips closer to mine.
I'd never received such treatment from a teacher before. My penis thrust rapidly a few times, convulsing, and I ejaculated
all the semen I'd accumulated over the past few days into her vagina. I
quickly . Without lingering any longer, I pulled up my pants, climbed into the driver's seat, started the car,
and turned on the heater to dry the fog on the windows. When I looked at her again, she was already dressed. I asked her, "Shall we go?" She replied
fiercely , "What are we doing here if we don't leave? Are we going to get caught cheating?" I stuck out my tongue,
made a face, and drove out of the company compound.

All the way, she kept nagging: "You're a rapist, you're a rapist!"

I ignored her, thinking to myself: "You wouldn't let me in just now, but when I'd only thrust a few times and said I wanted to
ejaculate, you stopped resisting. Isn't that what you mean, just being tough on the outside but actually being nice? That's women for you!"

I didn't say anything, but I thought to myself: Who cares about rape? As long as I can have you, I don't care what you
say.

The next day at work, I didn't go to her office, and she didn't contact me all day. I was replaying yesterday's
events in my mind, wondering what Teacher Hua was thinking.

Just then, my newly bought Philips phone rang. I looked and saw it was a call from Sister Fan's office: "What
have you been so busy with lately? You haven't contacted me at all?" (She was mentioned earlier and was also my colleague.)

I quickly replied, "I've been quite busy lately, running around all day without getting anything done . I'm so
stressed and don't have the energy to think about anything else."

Sister Fan said with obvious dissatisfaction, "Hmph! I can tell you're obviously avoiding me. You don't want to talk to me, do you
?"

"No way, honey, when have I ever stopped wanting to talk to you? I've just been a bit busy lately. You can ask Fan-ge
if he's seen me."

I knew she wouldn't usually ask my husband specifically, but she said, "
You're asking Fan-ge? He told me without me even asking, saying he's been going to see me a lot lately, sometimes for half a day."

I still denied it: "That's nonsense! When have I been going to see him all the time? Besides, if I
talk to Fan-ge, it means we're close, isn't that good?"

Fan-ge's wife said sourly, "She said you went to see him, not that you went to see him! You were talking to his
sweet, delicate Yan-yan! I heard you two have been really close lately!"

I said it was all just Fan-ge talking nonsense, gossiping for no reason. Finally, I told her not to call him randomly, since cell phones
now have caller ID, and it would be embarrassing if someone saw it.

We gradually let the matter fade away.

After our trip to the city together, our relationship naturally grew closer. We stopped
beating around the bush and being secretive in our conversations, and we became more affectionate without hesitation. After the first time,
the second time was much more natural and inevitable.

Let me clarify: I loved her at the time, and I was definitely not toying with her!

That March, she went to the provincial capital for training and was gone for over a week. I spent my days wandering around the office,
doing nothing , so I sent her pagers. She didn't have a cell phone then, so she would call me back from a public phone when she was free
. After hanging up, I would call her back on my cell phone. We had endless things to talk about.

My cell phone plan was 150 yuan a month, and since it was a family number, it only cost 5 cents per minute
. We called each other every day, sometimes for dozens of hours a month.

One evening, there was a business dinner at work, but I didn't want to entertain the guests, so I slipped out to call her back. During the dinner, the director
repeatedly asked me to join the party, but I made excuses and didn't go.

Years have passed. I vaguely remember that back then, I could only return a maximum of 30 cents of a call before the line would automatically
drop. I kept calling her from public phones, and even when my boss called to call me up for dinner, the line was always
busy , so I had to ask someone to come down and call me. I told her I would come to the provincial capital to see her on Saturday, and she said we'd talk about it later.
My long-distance call lasted for over an hour, so the phone bill must have been high. Back then, local calls on mobile phones cost 10 yuan per
minute, and long-distance calls cost an extra 6 or 7 cents.

Her training ended on Friday, so she didn't have classes on Saturday. I continued to contact her on Friday night, telling her
not to and to wait for me in Zhengzhou.

When I got home that night, I told my wife I had to go on a business trip the next day. Ugh! It would have been better if I hadn't told her. As soon as I mentioned it, trouble started.
After we got into bed, she insisted on touching me, kissing my face, grabbing my penis, and even pulling my hand to press it against her breasts. We
're an old married couple, and the initial excitement has long since faded with the passage of time. Besides, her soft,
glistening breasts have lost their appeal for me. But she's still my wife, and I have
to satisfy her needs and comfort her. I can't ignore her feelings; otherwise, if you
cheat on someone else, your own wife might cheat on you too!

But thinking about my trip to the provincial capital tomorrow to meet the woman I've been longing for, I can't possibly take my time
with my wife! I can only satisfy her in my spare time. So we
embraced naked (we usually sleep naked), I stroked her firm buttocks (my wife is very hardworking, so her buttocks are quite firm
), and whispered to her: "Honey, I have to go out tomorrow, so I need to rest well today to avoid
getting sleepy .

" My wife is very understanding; as soon as I said that, she said, "Come on, let me massage your back, you should
rest early!

" What a wonderful wife!

The next day, after breakfast, I hurriedly set off. It was only about 200 kilometers to the provincial capital. Back then,
speeding wasn't strictly enforced, so you could basically drive anywhere on the highway without anyone bothering you
. I figured two hours would be a breeze. But then there was a car accident on the airport expressway, and a long line of cars was jammed ahead. I was so anxious;
I wished I could sprout wings for my car. Just then, my phone rang. Seeing the area code 0371, I knew it was my
teacher, who had finished her training in Zhengzhou. I immediately called back, asking where she was. She told me she was
out shopping and asked if I had arrived.

I said, "Teacher, I'm on the highway. There's a traffic jam, and I don't know when it will clear. You can continue
driving, and if you get tired, check into the Henan Hotel."

Finally, the cars ahead started moving. I followed the convoy out of the congestion, weaving in and out of traffic, reaching
speeds of up to 160 km/h. At that time, I was driving a seven-year-old imported sedan, and reaching 160-170
km/h was already quite impressive. I rushed to the Henan Hotel, arriving close to 10 PM. I tried
contacting my teacher again, but she was still wandering around. I was a little annoyed: I'd traveled hundreds of miles to meet you,
couldn't you at least arrange a room first?

I parked and locked the car, quickly checked in, and paged her from inside to tell her I was in
room 309 on the third floor of the North Building of the Henan Hotel, urging her to take a taxi and come quickly. (Even after so many years, I
still accurately, because I had a habit of keeping a diary back then, and looking back now brings back so many memories
!)

While waiting for her, I went to the bathroom to wash away the dust and sweat from my journey, put on my
underwear (although we both knew the ultimate purpose of our date, I still wanted to be a little
gentlemanly and not let her see me so naked and impatient), sat on the bed, and turned on the TV, waiting
for my teacher's arrival.

A moment later, the doorbell rang. My heart pounded, and with immense anticipation, I turned the doorknob.

My teacher's familiar figure appeared before me, her rosy cheeks slightly flushed, wearing a wool overcoat,
a women's handbag slung over her shoulder, and a tote bag in her hand. I quickly ushered her in, took her
luggage , and asked, "Are you hungry? Let's eat first." It was already past 11 a.m.

She said she wasn't very hungry, just tired from walking, and wanted to rest first.

Hehe, just what I wanted. I quickly said, "Go take a shower!"

She took off her coat, turning her gaze to me: "Turn your face away, don't look at me, I'm taking off my clothes."

"Okay!" I turned around, thinking: I won't look at you now! I'm not in such a hurry! Will you let me look
after ? I want to see every nook and cranny of your body, I want to touch every inch of your
skin!

Listening to the gentle patter of the shower in the bathroom, I imagined my teacher, completely naked,
carefully washing her pubic hair and labia majora and minora with shower gel…

A moment later, the door opened. My teacher, a towel over her head, revealed a flushed face, wearing only a tight-fitting
bra . I frowned. Oh well, I'm wearing underwear myself.
How could a girl be more relaxed than you, spending her first time alone with me?

She dried her hair in front of the mirror. I stole a glance from behind. The tight bra couldn't hide her slender figure;
nearly 170 centimeters tall, her long, straight legs were always my favorite. Her slender waist and
not-too- plump hips accentuated her curves.

I couldn't resist going up to her from behind, embracing her from behind, kissing her fragrant neck, and holding her breasts. She pushed
my arms away, saying her hair was too wet and told me to behave…

I carried her to the bed, rambling on and on about random things, casually moving
closer to her, my hand gently stroking her wet hair.

Although we had made love in the car, it had been half-hearted, not a complete
surrender . While I'm outgoing, I'm not very thick-skinned; I only
dare to act boldly once I fully understand the other person's psychology. So, before she came to the hotel room, although I had showered, I still wore
underwear to avoid her seeing me naked, as if our meeting was only for sex
(which was the purpose of my trip, but I couldn't be too obvious). It would feel
disrespectful ; I needed to give her a gradual adjustment period.

Touching her hair, my expression was somewhat unnatural and embarrassed, and I mumbled softly, "Teacher,
I like you so much!"

She didn't respond, her eyes fixed on the television program. I hugged her from behind and kissed her flushed cheeks, still rosy
from . Hearing her slightly rapid breathing, my heart pounded, and I felt
her body stiffen…

I quickly pulled her closer, holding her and pressing her onto the bed. My
lips half-closed teeth. Slowly, she opened her mouth, accepting my tongue and
intertwining it with mine.

I stole a glance at my usually serious, unsmiling, and aloof teacher, now beneath me,
her face , her eyes half-closed. Feeling her pounding heart, I felt a deep sense of satisfaction.

I couldn't control myself. I lifted her bra, caressing her belly as my
left hand , touching her breast. I gently rubbed it, rotating it. Her nipples were erect. I pinched her nipples and sucked on
her tongue (some people like to use a "fragrant tongue," but I really didn't taste any fragrance; instead, I felt a
slight flavor. It seems I'm not into that). Feeling that the time was right, I removed her
bra, revealing a pair of small breasts. Because she was lying on the bed, her breasts were almost flat against
her chest, only slightly protruding. The two nipples were dark brown, like two peeled purple peanuts
set in the dark red areolas. This was something I expected. Many years ago, in the summer,
when she stood on a chair to hand me something, I had already observed her
small . The areolas weren't large, but they were still very dark.

I've longed for her for a long time; I love her for who she is, for everything about her. Her small breasts and
large, dark nipples don't diminish my affection for her.

I continued to pull down her long underwear (she wasn't wearing pajamas), revealing a small white panty underneath (so troublesome).
As I pulled at the waistband, she grabbed the top, preventing me from pulling it down further.

Without a word, I bent down and rubbed my burning chest against her breasts, kissing her cheeks and neck
(back then, I didn't have the habit of kissing earlobes; I later learned that kissing earlobes could indeed make a woman submit quickly).
Then I opened my mouth and began to suckle her soft breasts and large nipples, occasionally teasing them with my tongue.
Even now, she remains silent. Taking advantage of her inattention, my left hand slipped inside her panties, touching her slightly dry pubic hair and the cleft

below . Ah, it was a little wet.
I thought to myself, "She won't even let me take off her panties, they're already wet inside.
Pretending to , acting all ladylike, pretending to be innocent..."

The teacher saw my hand touch her private parts and instinctively reached out to stop me. Heh, at this point,
if I still acted like a gentleman, what was the point of traveling over 200 kilometers? Everything should be done in moderation, otherwise
the purpose of this trip would be lost, and my plans to make love with the teacher would definitely be ruined. Because given her personality and our current
level of intimacy, she wouldn't actively ask me to have sex.

I grabbed her arm that was stopping me, bent my knee, stretched out my leg, hooked my big toe
around down, all the way to below her genitals. Her panties were pressed down by her buttocks. I told her to lift her buttocks: "If you don't
lift your buttocks, I'll tear them!" Then I reached my right hand under her waist and gently lifted her buttocks. She didn't
really resist, and with my strength, she lifted her buttocks. I kicked her panties down to her feet.

This woman, who was always reserved, aloof, arrogant, and sharp-tongued, showing no mercy to anyone and who had
embarrassed me several times, had finally abandoned her usual haughty demeanor. She
lay beneath me, and I carefully admired every inch of her skin and every curve: her wet,
shoulder-length hair disheveledly obscured half her flushed face; her slightly double eyelids concealed unfocused, dreamy
eyes; her long, slender nose; her small mouth hesitant to speak; her delicate neck with prominent collarbones; and two soft nipples...
Her purple breasts lay flat on her small breasts; her little belly rose and fell with her breath.

Her hands covered her genitals, seemingly not completely letting go, so I had to push her small hands away: sparse hair,
not very wide, not a typical "inverted triangle," but rather long, curly, dark, shiny
hair covering the area above her pubic bone. Her two plump labia majora nestled together, forming a small
slit, with sparse pubic hair scattered on either side. Her labia minora, barely larger than a grain of rice, resembled a newly sprouted
bean emerging from the soil, nestled at the front of the vulva—another type I liked: I liked a
vulva like a slit, feeling that such a vulva was more tender, like a little girl who hadn't fully developed.

I have a special fondness for vulvas like a slit, perhaps stemming from nostalgia for my childhood girlfriends,
a fondness I still hold for now. A few of my buddies used two kinds of dough to describe a woman's private parts: one is like a loosely
wrapped dumpling (a dumpling is shaped like a dumpling but much larger, steamed with filling;
many women's labia minora protrude outside the labia majora like the edge of a dumpling, which I think is unsightly, but tightly
closed labia minora provide excellent protection for the vagina); the other is like a slit cut in
a leavened bun. I prefer the latter, and my current teacher is exactly like a slit cut in a leavened bun.
Such a pussy... I'm so lucky! Today I'm going to truly enjoy the second slit
pussy I've ever encountered in my life, the one I'm about to take down, the one I'm about to pry open my beloved slit...

I swallowed hard, parted her vulva, and there it was, her labia minora, like tender buds, were silently hidden in
the crevice, the pink, wrinkled, tender flesh inside, eager to burst forth. I couldn't resist lying down to kiss her
private parts, but as soon as my lips touched her tender flesh, she quickly pushed me away, saying, "That's dirty, don't kiss me with your mouth."

I didn't resist, one hand around her waist, the other on her breasts, and I lay down on her
breasts again to kiss them. After a few thrusts, the clitoris was no longer limp, and it seemed to be resisting, raising its head.

My right hand still involuntarily moved towards that not-so-dense thicket and stream. The slightly rough pubic hair
stimulated my senses, and I explored the source of the cave, pressing my middle finger into the crevice, which was already a wet swamp. I dipped my
finger in the swamp water and slid it up to her clitoris. Hearing her moan, I knew it was her sensitive spot, so I
stroked it even more carefully. I parted her labia; her labia minora resembled two blushing flower petals, the tender
flesh inside glistening with glistening mucus—quite beautiful. At the entrance was a slightly lighter-colored,
irregular remnant of her hymen, inside which a small, wrinkled fleshy mass seemed to be both hidden and revealed. I inserted a finger to touch
that mass; it felt like a door blocking the middle of her vagina. Further in, I found something shaped like a pear stem,
like a cone pressed deep inside, with a small opening at the tip—probably her cervix. My finger
circled the cone inside, vaginal fluid flowing from my hand. She tried to stop me, but I
used the water to gently rub her clitoris and labia, stealing glances at her. Her eyes were half-closed, her lips parted slightly, an
expression of pure enjoyment on her face.

At this moment, my penis was also swollen and erect. I found her private parts and nuzzled them back and forth, but
did not penetrate her.

This time, we had traveled hundreds of miles away to eliminate environmental concerns. In this huge provincial capital,
we would hardly encounter any acquaintances, so we could indulge ourselves freely and without worry. At the same time, I also wanted my traditional, rigid,
honest, and arrogant teacher to experience my love and desire for her, to let her experience
the energy I released on her, and to let her experience my abilities that surpassed even her husband's! So I wasn't in a hurry; I wanted to
enjoy , to make her dependent on me, to make her remember me forever!

I kissed her lips, her neck, her breasts, her belly, until I reached her vulva, where she no longer resisted.
I stuck out my tongue and slipped it into her vulva, licking the tender flesh and clitoris inside, the vaginal fluid
overflowing ...

Soon, my mouth was full of my saliva and her vaginal fluid. I swallowed hard, making a
gurgling sound, then feigned a cough, pulled over the wastebasket by the bed, and pretended
to spit out my saliva and vaginal fluid—I was very careful, even with the smallest things. I was afraid she'd think, "We've already kissed,
why spit it out? Does she still think I'm dirty?" You know, at this moment, even the slightest action or inappropriate word can directly affect
the other person's mood and the quality of the sex. But I really didn't want to swallow
the fluid , so I dealt with it like that.

Then I continued licking her labia, reaching into her vagina to lick her small vulva and clitoris. Every time I licked her
clitoris, her body would tremble. I spat out a few mouthfuls of vaginal fluid, then leaned over to kiss her,
but she kept her mouth shut…

I said, "Teacher, I don't think you're dirty, do you?"

She didn't say anything, just silently hugged my back tightly, seeming a little short of breath.

If she didn't want to kiss me, I wouldn't force it. I whispered in her ear, "Teacher, I like you! I miss you!
I want you!"

The teacher nodded noncommittally, "Hmm..."

She looked at me with hazy eyes, her face flushed. What was I waiting for? Would it be
too unfair of me to make her say it again?

Without further ado, I leaned into her arms, sucking on her breasts, my swollen penis
rubbing and teasing between her legs. But then I changed my mind. I didn't rush in. I wanted her to show it, I
wanted to tear down her facade of modesty, I wanted to destroy her pride, I wanted to turn her disdainful expression into
longing and anticipation.

Sure enough, as I thrust in and out, her breathing became rapid, her waist began to twist, and her hands
moved from her arms around my waist to her buttocks, and I could feel her subtly pressing down on my bottom. I withdrew one hand and explored
her honeyed cave. It was already overflowing with nectar. Holding my penis, the glans, dipped in her nectar, slid
back and forth , rubbing her petals and stimulating her clitoris.

She began to moan softly, seemingly trying to suppress herself, as if afraid of
losing her dignity as a teacher in front of her "student." Ignoring all this, I sucked even harder on her small, soft
breasts , occasionally licking her erect nipples in circles with my tongue. My lower body didn't stop either. Although I
longed for her sweet paradise, I was like a rabbit lost and wandering aimlessly in her
private parts .

Her hand slid from my buttocks to my penis, grasping my hot, throbbing member. My penis
felt strangely sensitive; though it wasn't a smooth, soft hand, it was the hand of the woman I'd longed for.
It was the first time she'd held my penis so actively, and I was incredibly excited, feeling my throbbing member pounding wildly in her hand
.

Her hand, holding my penis, guided it to her wetness. She thrust her hips upwards, and her slit
enveloped the entire head of my penis.

But I wasn't resigned, because she hadn't verbally
agreed . Although I'd put in eight years of effort—eight years since we started working together—if
eight years could defeat Japanese imperialism, why couldn't I defeat my teacher, who was a few years younger than me?

So I thrust hard. Thanks to the ample foreplay, her vaginal fluids had already flowed down her buttocks, so my
penis easily slid in all the way to the root. I heard her cry out, "Ah!" I knew her
cry wasn't from pain, but from the involuntary sound of my sudden, forceful penetration.
I feigned surprise and said, "I'm sorry, teacher, I missed you so much!" Then I quickly pulled out,
only rubbing the edge, without inserting further.

Actually, I was just playing hard to get. Even if she hadn't cried out, I would have pulled out anyway. I couldn't let
her enjoy the pleasure and orgasm I gave her after all, and afterwards feel justified
in thinking it was Lan Tao who wanted her to do it, not that she consented.

Sometimes men and women have different thoughts during sex. Men have sex to conquer and control women, to make
them submit to them. This gives men a sense of accomplishment; they achieve satisfaction by conquering their partner
and satisfying her. This is the male psychology.

As my penis rubbed against the outside of the teacher's vulva, I could clearly feel her genitals overflowing with fluid.
The teacher hugged me even tighter, her lower abdomen swaying back and forth as she searched for my penis. I, however,
played hide-and-seek, avoiding her vulva. Then she pulled my buttocks against her, and I took the opportunity
to whisper in her ear, teasing her, "Teacher, I miss you, I want to go inside, I want you, is that okay?"

"Mmm..."

"What does 'mmm' mean, teacher? Does it mean yes or no?"

"Mmm means yes..."

"Oh, so you only reluctantly agreed to satisfy me? Do you want me to go inside?"

"..."

Seeing that she didn't answer, I continued to press her, "Sigh! If you don't want to do it, then don't,
so you won't accuse me of raping you!"

She hugged me even tighter, but her words remained harsh: "Last time was rape! I didn't agree, and you did it to
me, what else is that but rape?"

I rubbed against her vulva, half-inserting, while kneading her two soft breasts, still arguing:
"I only did that because I like you. Do you want me to put it in you this time? I don't want to force
you today. If you want to have sex with me, I'll make you feel good!" Even now, I still spoke seriously,
without using any vulgar words, even changing "fuck" to "have sex."

She finally stopped arguing with me, stuck out her buttocks, closed her eyes and said, "Yes, I want you!
Lantao, come in, I want it, I want it!"

"Do you like me?"

"Yes, hurry up and put it in, Lantao!"

"Mmm," I didn't hesitate any longer, spread her legs and placed them on my lap, one hand pried open her petals,
the other hand held my penis, I thrust my waist, my lower body thrust, and my hard penis slid into the teacher's
body in one go. I could feel that the teacher's vagina was fleshy, warm and slippery. I leaned over my teacher,
rubbing her breasts against her, the sounds of our thrusting filling the air as my penis powerfully penetrated her. Our mouths
met, exchanging saliva, and she held me tightly around the waist. We were completely
one .

Her hips swayed in rhythm with my thrusts, her vagina swallowing and releasing my shaft—it felt like a perfect union,
exhilarating.

I had wanted to linger a little longer, but since I had been
aroused her willingness to reciprocate and accept me filled me with excitement and satisfaction.
The woman I had loved for so many years was finally beneath me, and I could no longer hold back. "Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh,"
streams of hot semen shot into the body of the woman I had longed for for so many years.

We breathed heavily, embracing each other, caressing each other's bodies, my penis still firmly
inside her. As the passion gradually subsided, my penis, which had been as hard as a file, began to soften, shrink,
slip , and wilt...

We calmed down, gazing deeply into each other's eyes. I asked her, "Are you hungry? Let's find somewhere to eat."

She nodded, a hint of playfulness in her voice, "Okay, you've been working hard all day, you need to replenish your energy..."

I hugged her and kissed her, saying, "Teacher, you're so considerate and understanding..."

As I got up to get dressed, I noticed a patch of her vaginal fluid soaking the white sheet beneath her
. I pointed to the sheet, and she stuck out her tongue shyly before going to the bathroom to get a damp towel to wipe herself.

We didn't go far. Those who have been to the Henan Hotel know that it has several small courtyards and
four separate restaurants. We chose the nearest one, Restaurant No. 1 near Building No. 3, quickly ordered a few
dishes, ate, and returned to our room.

Entering the room, I took off my coat, and helped her take it off too. She was sitting on another bed watching TV. I moved
next to her, put my arm around her shoulder, and we snuggled together. Half-jokingly, I apologized, "
I'm so sorry, teacher. I missed you so much, I like you so much, and you feel so good down there. I really couldn't control
myself . I finished in just a few minutes (I mean the actual time of intercourse), I didn't satisfy you, I
disappointed you. You must be very angry with me, blaming me for being useless, right?" As I spoke, I seemed genuinely embarrassed
, burying my head in her lap, my face pressed against her breast.

A teacher is a teacher after all. She patted my head and comforted me, "Teacher isn't blaming you,
and I'm not angry. You did very well. Although the time wasn't very long, your foreplay took
a long time, awakening my long-dormant desires..." Then she raised her eyebrows and said, "You
made me feel very good today, very enjoyable;"—Hehe, I called her "teacher" half of her official title.
Calling her "teacher" makes things easier; partly it's out of respect for her. Now she's actually patting my head like a teacher and even
acting like one herself...

Seeing that she seems satisfied with my performance, I gained some confidence and became more talkative: "You and County Chief Zhang
(her husband works in the government, and everyone jokingly calls him County Chief) must
get along right?"

She sighed: "Alas, one family doesn't know another's situation. He's a heavy drinker, always in a daze
, staggering around when he gets home, bossing everyone around like he really is
the County Chief. We're always asking him to get this or that. If he doesn't fall asleep, the whole family can't have a moment's
peace! I just can't stand his behavior..."

"Hehe, whether you like it or not, you've been married for over 10 years. How's your sex life?"
As I asked her, I deliberately pulled her hand and pressed it against my genitals.

She sighed again: "To be honest, there are some things I don't want to say, but since we've come this far
, I might as well tell you. When we (her husband and I) do this, it's just a routine.
Sometimes he (her husband) says it's boring, that having sex with me feels like rape; after a while, we occasionally want to do it,
but after actually doing it, neither of us is satisfied, we both feel it's meaningless. That's our current situation."

I became increasingly direct: "When we were doing it just now, did you feel good?"

Yan Yan rolled her eyes at me: "You're so mean! I'm ignoring you."

I feigned innocence: "No, teacher! I traveled 500 miles from home to see you, just
wanting us both to be happy. I'm exhausted after a long day, and I want to know how you feel. I also want to know if I
'm comfortable, teacher, even though I'm exhausted, and if my efforts have been effective." As I spoke, my hand slipped inside her clothes,
touching her breasts and nipples. I kissed her cheek, encouraging her to speak freely.

Yan Yan glanced at me shyly, her face flushed
like , "You're so considerate and good at creating a romantic atmosphere.
Being with you, you've already stirred my heart. My heart is pounding, I have strong desires, I
want you, I want to give myself to you!" Taking advantage of the moment,

I asked her smugly, "Does it feel better when I kiss you, touch you, or do it to you?"

Yan Yan, a traditional and conservative woman, had never heard such a blatant question before. She blushed again,
her face to her neck, but she still complied, "Every movement you make feels good! I like it all!"

I pressed on, "Does it feel good when I lick your genitals?"

This time, she retorted, half-scoldingly, "How can you be so lewd…"

I hadn't expected her to say something like that right when I was feeling so happy. It left me
speechless Sigh! What can I do? I like her so much. And what can I do? My penis is inside her. Unable to respond, I
silenced her with a kiss, my tongue entwining with hers, sucking until she winced and tried to pull away, not giving her a chance to continue. She struggled free
from my grip, took a breath, and said,
"Can't you be gentler? You're sucking my tongue off..."

I chuckled foolishly, reaching out to press my hand against her slit, tracing the sticky
flesh with my fingers, dipping them in the fluid and rubbing and smearing it onto her clitoris. Her clitoris, initially the size of a grain of wheat, gradually hardened into a
ridge. Stroking it left and right was a little rough on my fingers, and with each thud, she would tremble. Eventually, she simply
pulled my hand away, refusing to let me touch her anymore. I asked her, "Doesn't it feel uncomfortable to be touched like this?" She told me, "Gently
stroking is stimulating, but I

can't stand the jerking motions from side to side; it's too uncomfortable." "Hehe, just tell me what feels good, okay?" I continued stroking her clitoris and her
pubic hair, and carefully observed her genitals again. The pubic hair wasn't very soft; it was slightly stiff,
concentrated along the midline of her lower abdomen, extending a few centimeters wide to near her clitoris. There were also some sparse pubic hairs on both sides of her labia.
The entire area around her vulva was dark brown, much darker than the rest of her skin. Her cute little labia
, under my finger's teasing, seemed like a shy girl playing hide-and-seek, peeking out from between her labia.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I comforted myself: I like her as a person, not because of her
skin color; I'm penetrating her vagina, and whether her skin is dark or light won't affect my pleasure. Didn't I
just ?
This shows that the teacher's thick, dark pubic hair, brown slit, and dark labia still held
great allure and power over my penis and me.

Through conversation, I learned that her husband enjoyed a drink, but his tolerance was mediocre. He frequently entertained clients in government departments,
often getting completely drunk and swearing. When others brought him home, he liked to act arrogantly,
ordering people around to save face. If his family didn't do what he wanted, he'd throw a tantrum,
swear a little, and occasionally commit minor domestic violence. In front of outsiders, Hua'er generally didn't argue with him, usually
swallowing her and trying to keep the peace.

After a couple quarreled, it was usually the woman who would nag or give her husband the silent
treatment , but this couple was different. When they were angry, the county magistrate would lie in bed, refusing to eat
, drink, or speak, sulking with his wife until she finally had to say sweet things to appease him and cheer him up.

Those who drink frequently know that alcohol can enhance or detract from sex. Drinking with a lover often enhances sex
; however, drinking at home with one's wife can lead to erectile dysfunction, weak erections,
difficulty ejaculating, or incomplete ejaculation. Both

physiologically normal men and women desire sex. While "County Magistrate Zhang" enjoys drinking, there have been no
rumors of extramarital affairs; he only loves alcohol and doesn't philander. Occasionally, when desire arises, he naturally wants to have
sex with his wife, but he's not good at cultivating or maintaining his wife's sexual interest. When he wants to have sex, he follows this procedure: both
undress —spreading the vagina—insertion—thrusting—ejaculation within three minutes—turning over to lie on their backs—wife
helping with cleaning—sound of sleep…

Yan Yan also anticipates sex, but her reaction is slow; she needs time to get into character and requires
a man's gentleness and caresses. She hopes for ample foreplay to stimulate her desire before they fall into
the river . However, the husband failed to consider his wife's thoughts and feelings.

In fact, "County Magistrate Zhang" wasn't very satisfied with his wife, Yan Yan. When he was aroused, Yan Yan didn't
refuse; she just let him do as he pleased. After they finished, County Magistrate Zhang would sigh: "Sigh! It's
like raping a stranger. It's meaningless..."

Over time, they lost all passion for each other. Sex without passion is, as you can imagine, bland
, dull, and tasteless…

Perhaps this is a common problem among many men. After marriage, their wives seem like vegetables already in their basket—they can't escape
anymore , they belong to them.
There's no longer the warmth, tenderness, care, and affection shown to a lover. There's no polite pre-coital kissing, caressing
, or licking, no sweet words or gentle ending afterward. During sex, they disregard their wives' moods or desires; as long as they need it, they
mount, thrusting their penises in, a frenzied pumping, like gulping down tea, without savoring
the experience. Then they pull out and go to sleep, ignoring whether their wives are aroused, comfortable, or have orgasmed…
In , marital sex ends abruptly with the husband's ejaculation.

Fellow men, I sincerely advise you: sex that disregards your wife's feelings
is irresponsible to your wife, irresponsible to your children, irresponsible to your family, and most importantly,
irresponsible ! It's important to understand that any woman or man, as long as they are physically and mentally healthy and physiologically normal, has
sexual desires. If a man cannot find sexual satisfaction with his spouse at home, he will inevitably
stray , and a woman's infidelity is
only a matter of time. Given the right man and the right atmosphere, coupled with the man's initiative, a woman often reluctantly agrees. This is why a large number of restless,
unfulfilled , and I am one of the beneficiaries.

Given Hua Yanyan's personality, she would never have actively sought out an affair. It was due to the disharmony in her marital sex life
, coupled with my years of persistent effort, that we are where we are today!

Over the past 10 years, I have seduced dozens of respectable women who were virtuous wives and mothers at home, but whose marital sex lives
had varying degrees of cracks and problems, which is why I was able to so easily take them on.

The consequences of a wife's infidelity are: 1. The wife will first meticulously prepare one or more green hats for her husband
to wear ; 2. The wife will be distracted, and the children will not receive full maternal love; 3.
Once someone gets used to fine food, who wants bran? Having received affection and satisfaction from other men, will they still cherish you? 4. It will affect the stability and
security of the family.

In conclusion, all you men out there, while pursuing other women, must take good care of your wives. Be adept at navigating
between your wife and your many lovers, enjoying new experiences without abandoning the old. Even if you are tired of the old, don't show it. Comfort your wives,
share the leftovers with them. When you are truly out of options, return home and treat your wife
with extra tenderness. When your wife desires you, find several reasons why she won't want to hurt you. Lovers
are different; you can have them when you want, and leave when you're bored. If there's affection, great; if not, break up. Then find another,
repeating this cycle— fresh, exciting, and endlessly entertaining!

Okay, I've digressed. Let's get back to my Yan Yan. Over time, the teacher became physically and mentally exhausted and
disheartened . She was no longer willing to communicate much with the "county head" and spent most of her time at work, staying at the office.
When her husband needed to vent, she would cooperate and satisfy his desires and demands, letting him vent on her to his heart's content, and then
they would go to sleep separately. Teacher Hua rarely derived pleasure from this, let alone orgasm.

I felt immense sympathy for Yan Yan's situation, while simultaneously expressing great indignation and strong condemnation of "County Chief Zhang's" selfish behavior of only knowing how to vent
his own desires and disregarding his wife's feelings: "Sigh!
How could County Chief Zhang treat you like that? He doesn't wash his socks or cook at home, and he doesn't even
bother to clean up after you two make love. He's incredibly lazy, always drunk, and acts like a hands-off husband at home, throwing
tantrums and acting out all the time. I can tolerate all of that, but why doesn't he know how to cherish his wife? It's
a huge disregard for his teacher. He doesn't know how to cherish such a good wife. He's truly blessed but doesn't appreciate it! If he doesn't
know how to cherish you, I will!

" While I grumbled indignantly, my hands never stopped caressing her entire body. Finally, I said,
"Come on, teacher, let me take off your clothes, let me love you, let me bring you pleasure!" After saying that, I
started to strip her naked. A slender, bony woman lay naked on the bed, her hands
covering her face, looking slightly shy. I put my arm around her shoulder and kissed her lips passionately. This time, she didn't stick her tongue out, but only
sucked on mine. Haha, she was probably afraid I'd suck her tongue too long and hurt her. My left hand caressed her entire body
, sometimes touching her nipples, sometimes teasing her pubic hair, sometimes fiddling with her vulva. Her little slit
was . I touched her vulva and said to her, "I'm going to let you enjoy yourself, experience
what it's like to be a woman, feel what an orgasm is like..." Hehe, I'll just keep bragging. At this moment, no matter how much I brag,
she'll like to hear it. I teased her by sucking and releasing her nipple. Her peanut-sized nipples
swelled up, erect, and proud, just like my penis.

I whispered in her ear, "Touch my penis..." She hesitated for a moment, but finally obediently
grasped my penis and stroked it, along with my testicles. I asked her, "Do you want it?" She smiled but didn't answer my
question. I tried to comfort her, saying, "This is a matter for both of you, not just one person, otherwise you'll
repeat the mistakes you and County Chief Zhang made. Communication during sex plays a crucial role in its quality.
Everyone needs to be open to fully experience the pleasure sex brings. Tell me, do you need it now?"
"Mmm." Shall I put it in for you? "Okay." Yan Yan's answers were always so concise; she was a woman of her
word, so I didn't argue with her too much and just went along with it. I said, "Help me put it in." She
hummed in agreement again. I rolled over and straddled her. She guided my penis, rubbing it back and forth against her vulva until she found
the entrance.

I thrust forward, and my penis slid in more than halfway. It was even wetter and more lubricated than in the morning; the warm,
wet opening enveloped my penis—it felt amazing. I reached my hands from under her armpits and grabbed her
shoulders , simultaneously thrusting my hips and hands deep into her vagina.

Her eyes became unfocused and glazed over again, a characteristic she displayed when making love with me. I believe this is a feeling she never experienced during her later sexual encounters
with .

Since it was my second time on top, her soft vagina, while still stimulating my penis and glans, made ejaculation
much slower than the first time. I lifted her legs and hoisted them onto my shoulders, looking down at my wet penis
moving back and forth between her vulva, the opening and the penis dripping with white fluid. I pressed my entire body against my
beloved teacher, the penis plunging in completely each time, the glans striking her clitoris
. With each thrust, she cried out, "Ah, ah!" My hot, loose scrotum slapping against her perineum.

To have my usually strict teacher like this filled me with immense pleasure, but I feigned concern: "
Did I hurt you?" The teacher, her eyes half-open and panting, said, "No...no, it doesn't hurt." Although she
said it didn't hurt, her small hands were pushing against my waist, trying to stop my downward thrusts... This position allowed me to penetrate
her very deeply, but it also consumed the most energy: with my arms supporting me on the bed and my legs forming
four fulcrums, the large movements of my waist, abdomen, and buttocks quickly left me breathless. So I changed to
a side-lying position. I lowered her left leg, placing it on my left hip. She lay on her side, and
I knelt on the bed, slowly moving in and out of her. This way, I could reach her G-spot just as deeply
while conserving some energy.

As the thrusting continued, more and more white fluid was drawn out by the rod, not only on the rod but also
flowing down my penis and her cleft into her buttocks. I had prepared a bathroom towel beforehand to place under her
buttocks ; otherwise, the sheets would definitely be stained. But I really didn't like the muddy color and
the shape of this thing that was neither foam nor bubbly; it gave me a mix of excitement and nausea.

So I pushed the teacher down onto the bed, rotated my penis halfway around in her vagina, and continued thrusting while I was on top of her buttocks
—the "surrender position." This position is a bit difficult to penetrate if your penis isn't long enough
. Luckily, my penis isn't very long, but it's about average, around 14 or 15 centimeters, which was enough for me to manage while
I was on her back, moving around inside her vagina. This position wasn't very satisfying because my penis couldn't be fully inserted, but
it made my penis feel the softness and tightness of her vagina. The friction of my lower abdomen against her plump buttocks was quite
amusing, and it even felt a bit like raping her.

The teacher was very cooperative, occasionally wiggling her buttocks, while I controlled her movements to prevent her from making too much noise, otherwise
my penis would slip out of her wet vagina. As if this position was stimulating her, she kept
swaying her hips from side to side, occasionally causing my penis to slip out. My penis, along with the secretions from her vagina, smeared
all over her buttocks.

Watching her keep twisting her hips, I thought to myself, "Go ahead and wiggle, are you happy if you lose it? If you
wiggle it out again, I'll teach you a lesson." I gripped my penis, spread her buttocks, and thrust the sticky
head into her anus. She cried out, "Ouch!" and arched her buttocks high, turning her head
and yelling, "Lantao, what are you doing? Where are you putting it? It hurts so much!"

I feigned innocence, "What's wrong, teacher?"

"Why are you pretending? You've got the wrong place, don't you know?"

"What's wrong with me?"

Huahua pointed to her anus, "Why are you doing this? It hurts so much, you know?"

"Oh... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." As I spoke, taking advantage of her arched buttocks, I held her buttocks
with both hands , aimed at her vulva, and thrust my hips into the teacher's vagina. Actually, I don't particularly like the doggy
-style sex position; I feel the vagina feels empty and loose in that position. But some people like this
position, and some of my women do. I used the doggy style

to please my teacher, to let her experience the different sensations of various positions, and more importantly, to prove to her that her current man has strong sexual prowess and a wide variety of lovemaking techniques. Looking down at my penis moving in and out of her vagina, I felt a surge of pleasure. I stroked her buttocks, occasionally reaching forward to touch her pubic hair, rubbing her clitoris, and then thrusting violently into her buttocks. A powerful sense of conquest washed over me, satisfying my desire to dominate her. After conquering her, she started making demands: "Teacher, look, I've been serving you for over an hour, and now I'm all sweaty. Don't you feel sorry for me? Come on, get on top and move around a bit, let me rest for a while!" She said "Okay," rolled over, straddled my waist, knelt on the bed, and started moving back and forth on my chest . I took a few breaths, put my hands under my head, and watched the teacher sit on my penis with small movements, her small breasts swaying back and forth. I felt so happy and sweet. The teacher still didn't completely let go, moving her buttocks back and forth on me. My penis felt a tightness in her vagina . I reached out and held her waist, pushing upwards: "Teacher, don't be so restless with my little penis, just move it up and down." The teacher was very obedient. She changed from kneeling to squatting and sat down on my penis, one up and one down. I followed her movements and arched my back to meet her. In this position, I could clearly see her vagina under her pubic hair swallowing and spitting out my hard penis, like a cucumber dipped in sauce, no, it should be an iron yam dipped in cheese, going in and out of the teacher's vagina. The vaginal fluid wet our pubic hair. The teacher, moaning and panting, leaned over me and said, "I can't take it anymore, I'm exhausted, hurry up and do it to me, don't let it fall off, hurry!" This was the first time Hua Hua had ever said something like this, asking me to do it to her. I held her tightly, my penis inside her vagina, pressed close to her lower body. I rolled 180 degrees on the bed, adjusted my position, and felt that her lower body was too wet. I touched it with my hand, and wow, a lot of vaginal fluid was flowing down her butt crack. I quickly grabbed a bath towel from the head of the bed and placed it under the teacher's butt. At this moment, my penis was being strongly gripped by the teacher's contractions. I knew that the teacher was about to climax. The teacher's rhythmic contractions stimulated my nerves and excited me. I thrust in and out quickly and forcefully. The teacher's lower body was hit with a slapping sound. I roared repeatedly, and my semen shot into the teacher's body again... The teacher's body was limp, as if it had fallen apart, but it still supported my entire weight, and her vagina was still contracting. I thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of her vaginal contractions; it was an affirmation of my efforts, a recognition of my hard work and sweat, and more importantly, it brought my beloved woman sexual satisfaction and a unique feeling, experience, and emotion… At that moment, we were both utterly exhausted, our skin glistening with sweat. But we remained…

We embraced, my penis still hard, enjoying the rhythmic contractions and tightness inside her vagina
. Our genitals were both enjoying each other's penetration and being enveloped by each other's soft flesh…

After a long while, we finally snapped out of our passion, embracing each other shoulder to shoulder. The teacher looked at me affectionately,
her right hand stroking my chest, and exclaimed, "Lantao, you're amazing!" I asked, "What's wrong?" "You
made two dishes in such a short time, with only a meal break in between, and this time you actually lasted an hour or two!
How do you have so much energy?" Heh, the best is yet to come. Today I'm going to teach you a lesson, make you beg for
mercy! Oh, by the way, can't County Chief Zhang keep going? "Lantao, can we not talk about him?
I lose my mood as soon as I mention him!" Teacher, I really want to know about what's going on between you two. "
I've told you everything about us . He complains that I'm not cooperative, saying that having sex with me is like raping a woman, but he
needs to ejaculate to feel at ease, so even if mine isn't perfect, I'll help him ejaculate. I don't
like having sex with him because I never feel anything, so when he asks for sex, I just go along with it
. It's like completing a task; the sooner it's over, the sooner I'm free, and he can go to sleep earlier."

Seeing that she was starting to talk about her marriage, I asked her, "Whose penis is thicker and
longer?"

Unexpectedly, she immediately turned hostile: "Are you crazy again? Why are you asking him when we're together?"

"I... I like you and want to know about you two, to see where your problems
lie ."

"Come on, you just worry about your own affairs. What does his size have to do with us?"

I had to coax her little by little: "Don't you understand men's hearts, teacher? I care about you, I care about
everything about you. I want to know why you can't find happiness with him! I've run hundreds of miles for you,
sweated buckets, and you can't even help me figure out this little thing?" Hehe, I made my curiosity
sound convincing. While making excuses for myself, I didn't forget to kiss her cheek and pinch her breasts.

The teacher was exasperated with me: "Sigh! Lantao, you're so difficult! To be honest, yours are
about the , but his isn't as thick or as long as yours."

"Really, teacher? Don't lie to me." I really couldn't believe that mine was both thicker and
longer than her husband's, because I was somewhat confident in the length of my penis, but I was really not
confident . I always thought my penis was long and thin, so I often joked with my colleagues or casual sex partners
: "Women aren't afraid of short and thick ones, they're afraid of long and thin ones!" Hehe, I was just comforting myself. But
hearing the teacher's conclusion about my relationship with the "county magistrate," I still wanted to believe it was true, and I felt
quite proud. I believe every man wants his woman to feel that his penis is bigger and
more comfortable than others'!

We talked and caressed each other, and before we knew it, it was past 5 pm. I said, "Let's go out for a walk
to get some fresh air and find a place to eat." She nodded in agreement. We dressed neatly and
strolled through the streets of the provincial capital, much more natural than when we went in and out of restaurants together during the day, looking like a loving couple
strolling down the street. Wandering along the bustling Garden Road, I asked her what she wanted to eat. She said anything was fine, just
something tasty, and she wasn't very hungry yet. I immediately replied, "Are you full just by looking at me, or have you been too
tired all day, or are you so energetic that you don't feel hungry?" She glanced around and pinched my arm:
"Why are you so talkative? There are people all over the street, don't you have any shame?" That's just how she is. She can
have sex, but she can't bring up sex again after it's over. She won't even let me talk about it. She seems to be a
repressed woman!

We walked north along Garden Road into Fenghua Seafood Restaurant, took the elevator to the second floor, found a small table, ordered some
seafood and two bottles of beer. Hua'er drank half a bottle, and I paid for the rest.

After dinner, we strolled back to the hotel and saw a young couple embracing on the roadside. I
nudged her and said, "Look at them, with so many people around, they're still kissing and hugging. It's way more than you booking a hotel room, is
n't it? You can't even mention what you've done."

She whispered, "They're a couple deeply in love, someone you can be open about with your families. We're
just having an affair!"

"Heh, I can't argue with that," she said. "But in a city so far from home, who would know
we're having an affair?"

The teacher had her reasons: "What kind of thirty-something couple is still hugging and cuddling in the street?"

I stopped arguing with her, thinking, "You'll stop being so stubborn once we get to the hotel..."

We had no time to appreciate the city's night view and scenery, and went straight back to the hotel.

Once in the room, back to our own private world, we undressed. I took off all but my underwear
—if I had stripped completely naked, it would have made me seem incredibly lecherous, as if I had come all this way
just for sex (in reality, I did come all this way just to sleep with her, just to have sex with her,
just to have someone else's wife, just to make someone else's wife sexually dependent on me; I just enjoy
being cuckolded! But I absolutely couldn't say these things aloud, or the consequences would be unimaginable).
She, on the other hand, was still wearing her underwear. I didn't force her to be completely naked, wanting her to know that I respected her greatly.
We lay in each other's arms, still cuddling, kissing, and caressing, reminiscing about our past together,
gossiping about past emperors and queens, laughing heartily at the parts we enjoyed.

Looking at the clock, it was already 10 pm. I wasn't ready to sleep now, so I asked Hua'er if she was sleepy. She said she wasn't very
sleepy . Clearly, we were both reluctant to part ways in this city so far from home, afraid that time would slip away unnoticed,
and each seemed to have something to look forward to. I undressed her, taking off my last pair of shorts, and we embraced naked
. At this point, the allure of her breasts had diminished considerably. I stroked her
vulva and the pubic hair above it; frankly, I was only interested in her genitals, not much in other areas
, at least not at this moment.

Yet, I still kissed her lips while touching her genitals. Although I didn't particularly want to kiss her at that moment
, I wasn't averse to her other parts either. I understood that sex was a two-way street, regardless of whose mother was involved.
"Mother, as long as she's under you, you can't ignore her feelings. You have to do your best to make her wet,
to satisfy the woman beneath you. Only in this way can you make other men's wives fall for you, feel passion, and
act towards you, and only then can you truly make a woman dependent on you."

I picked at the tender flesh inside the teacher's vulva, and some sticky fluid oozed out. I put it to my nose and smelled it; it had
a slightly musky smell, not particularly pungent. She looked at my actions and said I was a pervert.

I rubbed my nose, spat, and said, "The smell is really awful, so pungent!" As I said this, I
put my finger under her nose for her to smell. She thought I was smearing it in her mouth and turned her head away. I
said, "I'm not letting you eat it, I'm letting you smell the smell of your genitals." She still wouldn't smell it, saying, "If you like to smell it,
then smell it..."

Fine, she won't listen to me now, but sooner or later she will. I muttered to myself as I continued to touch her vagina and
kiss her breasts, until she gasped softly and moaned. I put a towel under her buttocks to prevent her vaginal fluid
from running down the six lines of her buttocks onto the bed sheet. It was only then that I confronted her: "Do you want me to fuck your pussy?"

She replied, half-jokingly, half-scolding, "Look how rude you are! Can't you say something more polite or pleasant?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, teacher, I was too crude. I was wrong." I swallowed and continued,
"Teacher, do you want to have sex with me? Do you like having sex with your students? Do you have multiple orgasms when you have sex with me?"

The teacher sighed helplessly, "Sigh, but saying it like that doesn't sound very nice either. It sounds too vulgar. Stop joking around
, I can't do anything with you."

I became smug: "That's right, you say what you mean in different situations. If I said I wanted to fuck your pussy in front of outsiders, that
would be an insult, disrespectful language. But in the situation we're in right now, what we're doing is
what's commonly called male and female fucking,' so why should we use the textbook's 'having sex'? Don't you
think it's more natural and intimate to use colloquial language?"

"Yes, yes, you can say dirty things all the time, but I'm not used to it. Say whatever you want,
just don't make me say it." As she spoke, she gently pinched my buttocks with her little hand.

"Teacher, should I put it in?"

"Mmm."

Sigh! In my hometown dialect, it's called "crotch-bi," but I think "crotch-bi" sounds bad, so I keep saying "making love
," which sounds a bit bookish.

I won't argue with her about this for now. While my little penis is hard, I'll just put it in her first.
Who cares if she calls it "crotch-bi," "making love," or "doing something"? I just know that my penis
will feel great and satisfying when it's inside her.

So, I lifted her right leg with my left leg, and we crossed our legs one above the other. I approached her cleft from her
side , rubbing the head of my penis against her wet labia. I thrust my hips forward, and my penis
slid into the teacher's vagina without much trouble. It was warm, damp, sticky, and slippery inside. As
I pulled out my penis, a series of "poof" sounds came from her slit.

I pretended to be angry and teased her loudly, "What's wrong? You even farted to stink me out? It's disgusting."

She laughed and explained, "I didn't fart, really."

"Then wasn't that the sound you made just now?"

"...I don't know, but I don't think I farted..."

"Hahahaha, it was air coming out of your pussy."

When I said that, the teacher was a little embarrassed and said, "It's because you moved too much and twisted too hard inside
, bringing in air, right?"

I took the opportunity to say, "Teacher, come on up, I'm tired after a long day, let me rest."

So she turned over and sat on me, guiding my penis into her body. Her pace couldn't keep up with
mine. She slowly swayed and twisted her waist, using my penis as the axis. My penis
was surrounded , her juices flowing down my shaft, wetting my pubic hair. Our genitals were both
wet and sticky.

After a while, she lay on top of me, her breasts pressed against my sweaty chest, only her buttocks
swaying up and down. I held her waist to give her more pressure. A few minutes later, she lay motionless on top of me , panting
heavily, only her mouth sucking on my lips, her vagina contracting with a "thump-thump." I knew she
was about to climax again, but I couldn't ejaculate in sync with her…

Her contractions stimulated me. I wasn't willing to let her climax slowly fade away like this. I turned over and pressed myself against her
, mechanically and rapidly thrusting into her vulva. The sweat on my chest mingled with the vaginal fluid below,
and I could feel the sweat sliding down my back...

The teacher looked at me with concern and said, "Take a break, we haven't had a moment's rest today, we've been doing it the whole time, don't
tire ..."

I told her breathlessly, "No, I'm not satisfied yet, I'll only feel good when I ejaculate!"

Actually, it wasn't that I wasn't satisfied, but I was afraid she would think I wasn't strong enough. I had to let her know that I was much better than her husband,
County Chief Zhang, that I had the ability to satisfy her, not just me. If I didn't ejaculate, it
would halfway.

I was fucking her pussy, and she picked up a towel to wipe my sweat. I imagined her husband fucking her, I
imagined the positions he would use, I imagined his thin penis
ejaculating inside my pussy. I finally couldn't hold back anymore. I cried out, "Ah, ah... Flower! My darling, my baby, hurry! Hold me tight! Hurry!
My baby, my dear, my sweetheart, hold me tight..."

Because of her traditional and old-fashioned personality, I usually called her "teacher" this and "teacher" that. Today was
the first time I had called her so many ambiguous names in a row. I completely relaxed. I cried out, "Baby, darling,
I'm going to cum!" Teacher Hua said, "Okay, cum, cum inside, cum deep!" My penis twitched and throbbed.
The feeling of ejaculation stimulated my brain. I couldn't help but scream, but only I knew that although
it twitched several times, I only ejaculated once. The subsequent twitches were just empty ejaculation...

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