No one is more lewd than me

Author: Random Entry

Chapter 1: The Holy Water of Teacher Yin Zhi Chu

I was born into an ordinary family in S City. My father was the deputy commander of a regiment in the South China Sea Fleet, and my mother
was a coach at a large fitness club in the city. My 21-year-old sister graduated from teachers' college this year and works at a private university.
Normally, most families in our generation only had one child, but my grandparents had deep-rooted feudalistic ideas and went
through many connections and a lot of effort to secretly have me. Therefore, I grew up happily under their care and pampering
. And I, too, was not unloved; I was clever, lively, and quick-witted from a young

age. However, I never liked studying in class, but instead had a strong interest in unconventional pursuits. My father was often away from home due to
his , while my mother was open-minded and believed that academic performance did not represent ability.
She not only didn't mind my lack of effort in studying, but also supported my whimsical ideas.

So, although my grades weren't good, I had a wealth of knowledge about the outside world, was quite experienced in dealing with people
, and, coupled with my handsome appearance and witty personality, I was always the darling of the women around me. But no
one would have guessed that beneath this exterior, I often harbored filthy and dirty thoughts.

Although I was only 15, I was no longer a virgin. Two years ago, a
senior in the second year of junior high school invited me to her house under the pretense of fixing her computer. While I was a virgin then, she clearly had
little . That experience was awkward and tense, lacking the excitement and
pleasure I usually felt in adult films.

Thinking about it, back then, I was surrounded by my mother's voluptuous and sexy figure and beautiful face every day.
How could I possibly be interested in a girl in a school uniform with a flat chest and a thin bottom? So, the newly transferred English
teacher became the object of my infatuation.

I remember on her first day of class, she wore a light pink dress, black sexy
jacquard stockings, and white open-toe high-heeled sandals. Standing gracefully on the podium, she said, "
Hello everyone, my name is Yang Lu, and I'm your new English teacher. I hope you will study hard and support me."
Then she gently touched her long hair behind her ear and bowed slightly to us. She was truly a gift from heaven...

Teacher Yang was beautiful, warm, and open-minded, showing no embarrassment or shyness at all because of the burning, envious
gazes . In fact, she would often make some rather risqué jokes with us.

One day, Xiao Wei, Da Chang, and I made a bet in class: guess what color underwear Teacher Yang was wearing. Whoever guessed wrong would have to masturbate in
class and ejaculate. Xiao Wei guessed black because Teacher Yang was wearing black
stockings that day. Da Chang guessed pink because Teacher Yang was young and beautiful and must like soft, pastel colors. I
guessed red because I felt that Teacher Yang's gaze towards me was passionate and seductive a few times, and I thought that this kind of woman was
rather repressed and would like a vibrant, fiery color. As a result, we used a mirror to reflect the light under Teacher Yang's skirt and saw that
she was indeed wearing a red lace lace panty.

So Xiaowei and Dachang took out their penises to masturbate in class. Since we were sitting in
the corner of the last row, we didn't have to worry about anyone seeing us. But just as the two of them were fantasizing about Teacher Yang reaching her
climax , Teacher Yang called out, "Wu Yuchang!" Dachang's face turned red and then pale. He hurriedly put his penis away,
not even having time to zip it up, and stood up. "Tell me your favorite color
or?" Ugh, we've been caught! The teacher knows about our little trick.

At this moment, although the teacher was asking Dachang a question, when she turned her gaze to me, there was an inscrutable smile on her face.

Not to brag, but the reason I've always been popular with women isn't just because of my handsome appearance, but
also because I've practiced an ancient book called "The Strange Yin-Yang Harmony Technique" since I was little. I found it
in a hidden compartment of an ancient yoga scripture my mother kept. The book said that after learning it, one could emit a hormonal
aura that attracted the opposite sex. Since my grandfather was a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, I wasn't unfamiliar with the meridians and acupoints described.
Plus, I've always been interested in strange and unusual things, so I secretly practiced it. Sure enough, after practicing it, my puberty
development became obvious, and I noticed that my mother and sister sometimes looked at me with intense, dreamy eyes.

"Xu Qi, come to my office during lunch break!" The teacher called me. The teacher had indeed found out about our
little scheme . I felt uneasy, while the other male classmates looked at me with envy.

During lunch, a few buddies laughed and said to me, "Brother Qi, make
the most of your time alone with Teacher Yang this lunch!"

I shook my head, feigning seriousness. "Teacher Yang probably already knows all about our little antics.
This is definitely going to be a warning to others. It looks like we're in big trouble."

Teacher Yang had just transferred to our school, and the academic affairs office had assigned her a temporary office on
the fifth floor of the Gardener's Building. It was rather remote, surrounded by warehouses for teaching supplies. There was only a security guard's room at the very edge, but it
was usually empty. As I walked, I thought to myself, "This environment is perfect. I could do *that* here in broad daylight
without worrying about being seen." Thinking about it, I unconsciously pictured Teacher Yang's slender legs in black stockings, her full breasts and pert buttocks. My mouth started to go dry, and
my lower body felt hot…

The office door wasn't ajar. Through the door, I saw Teacher Yang slumped over her desk. I gently knocked
, but there was no response. What was going on? Was she asleep? I pushed open the door with a puzzled look, then closed it behind me. Ms. Yang
was slumped over the table , breathing evenly; she was actually asleep. My gaze gradually shifted from her beautiful face to her ample
breasts.

She was wearing a blue V-neck dress today. Because she was slumped over the table, I could easily see her
smooth, jade-like breasts rising and falling with her breath beneath her red lace bra. Her petite legs, clad in black stockings, were propped up on
a stool, allowing me to glimpse her red panties beneath her dress. I could also vaguely see
the curly pubic hair on her slightly protruding mons pubis. My brain instantly went blank. Was she doing this on purpose? I wondered.

Further down, beside the stool, were the white high heels that had intimately touched those beautiful feet. I glanced at Ms. Yang; she
was fast asleep. I mentally reassured myself, "It's okay. Even if I'm discovered, it just means I'm infatuated with her
. What's meant to be will be. I'll just go for it." So, almost unconsciously, I knelt down, picked up
one of her high heels, and brought it to my nose, taking a deep breath. A faint scent of sweat and a hint of
saliva stimulated my senses.

I couldn't resist sticking out my tongue and gently licking the sole; it was a little salty. Just as I was lost in ecstasy...
A pair of small, black-stockinged feet rested on my shoulders. I hurriedly looked up and saw Ms. Yang looking at me mischievously,
biting her rosy lower lip with her upper teeth, smiling at me. Seeing that I didn't react, she ran her right foot across my face, then stuck
her toes

I'd fallen for it, a blatant trap. But I liked it so much that I quickly cupped her jade-like feet in my hands
, gently massaging and sucking them. I knew the acupoints of the human body like the back of my hand, and with my precise massage and vigorous licking
, I quickly made Ms. Yang pant heavily, laughing and scolding, "You're such a little devil!" I stammered, "It's
all because of your irresistible charm, Ms. Yang. I couldn't help myself. When did you realize I was infatuated with you?"

"When? Several times when I went to the toilet, a big-headed ghost peeked out from under the next stall. Did you think
I didn't know?"

Instantly! I suddenly realized, "So, the teacher secretly masturbates after peeing, all for my benefit
!"

The teacher chuckled, "I licked my socks until they were sticky, how am I supposed to wear them later?"

Hearing this, I quickly reached under her skirt and pulled off her socks along her soft thighs. Instantly, a pair of
fair and delicate feet appeared before my eyes. I couldn't resist putting each of her ten toes into my mouth,
sucking and savoring them, and licking between her toes with my tongue.

I knew that toes were a woman's most mysterious erogenous zone, not only stimulating her sexual desire but also
giving her a sense of superiority. When she imagined a man subservient at her feet, not minding
licking her toes, letting her quietly enjoy this pleasure... this feeling would intoxicate her, making her
unable to stop .

At this moment, Teacher Yang was also deeply intoxicated, her eyes filled with spring, her lips pursed with affection, stroking her hair, twisting
her waist, and moaning softly. Then I slowly traced my tongue along her heels, moving it over her calves. I slipped my head
under her skirt and licked her inner thighs, gently kissing and teasing her, but never attacking her
private parts . I knew that to drive a woman completely mad, I had to play hard to get like this.

Sure enough, after a while, Ms. Yang squeezed my head between her thighs, forcing my mouth towards her private parts. But I
didn't obey. I just pressed my mouth against her labia majora through her panties, breathing softly without making any big movements
. My hands gradually slipped under her skirt and reached behind her back to unhook her bra. Then I cupped her large breasts and began
to knead them. Ms. Yang gasped, her voice trembling. "Where did you learn to be so naughty, you little rascal...
Help your teacher quickly."

I blew a breath into her vagina and said, "If you want me to help, you have to call me husband." Then I bit
down her labia majora.

Ms. Yang shuddered and cried out sweetly, "Husband..."

I said, "What?"

"It itches..."

"Where does it itch?"

"You little rascal, I can't take it anymore!" After saying that, Ms. Yang stood up and pushed me to the ground,
pulled out , and sat on my face with her bare bottom. She was really fierce, but it was exactly what I wanted.
I had fantasized about putting my mouth on her vagina and sucking all her vaginal fluids when I used to peep at her urinating. Today, I finally got my wish. Her lower body
was already overflowing with desire. Sitting on my face, her vagina was pressed tightly against my mouth without leaving a gap. I put my tongue in
and gently stirred it. A stream of sour love fluid flowed into my mouth, and I drank it all down without spilling a drop.

But she kept wriggling her big buttocks against my face, and my tongue kept scraping against the walls of her vagina,
while I kept licking her clitoris and urethra with the tip of my tongue. I felt her wriggling becoming more and more intense,
until finally screamed and a large gush of liquid spurted from her vagina. I didn't know if it was urine or vaginal fluid; it was sour and salty
, not particularly fishy or pungent. It sprayed all over my mouth, and I drank some, leaving a mouthful in my mouth.

I rolled over and pinned her to the ground, kissing her small mouth and slowly transferring the liquid into her mouth. She
didn't refuse; instead, she obediently drank it all. Then she put her delicate tongue into my mouth, and I quickly stuck
my tongue out and mingled with hers, constantly sucking her saliva. At the same time, my hands were also restlessly stripping off
all .

At this moment, Ms. Yang's entire body was finally revealed to me, smooth and bare. Her breasts were high and full, her buttocks
were round and very elastic, and her legs were white and delicate. I couldn't help but praise her, "Teacher, you are truly a celestial being descended to earth.
Any more or less would be too plump, any less would be too thin."

Ms. Yang chuckled and said, "You use all your clever ideas on crooked paths. I don't see how good you are at studying."

I retorted, "Does good grades make the teacher squirt?" After saying that, I quickly stripped off my
clothes .

When she saw the enormous thing between my legs, her mouth formed an "O" shape in shock. "My God, how could your mother give birth to
such ? How can you grow up to be like this at such a young age?"

Chapter Two: Mother's Gaze

To be honest, I can't blame my mother for this freakish thing down there. It's probably because I've been studying that mysterious
book since I was little. Recently, when I practice, my lower abdomen feels noticeably hot, my scrotum swells, and my penis is as hard as iron. The book
says that this is because the Yin and Yang vertebrae are open, the kidney yin is abundant, and the ministerial fire is vigorous. It needs to absorb the nourishment of women's yin fluids
to achieve the water and fire and complete the practice.

Women's yin fluids include sweat, saliva, vaginal fluid, and urine. No wonder
I've been , and even peeping at them in the women's restrooms. It's not that I'm perverted; it
's just that that Indian practice is too evil.

I chuckled and said, "Teacher, you're usually so indifferent to me, why are you suddenly so aroused today
, plotting to trick me?"

Teacher Yang laughed and scolded, "You little devil, you're acting innocent after getting the better deal! You've ruined me like this, and you still say I'm
not good enough. Actually, I've had a strange feeling ever since I first saw you. Although you're young, I don't
know what it is about you that makes me more attracted than my ex-boyfriends. Ever since I found out you like to
secretly watch me go to the toilet, I've often shamelessly fantasized about being with you..."

As she spoke, she stroked my penis with her soft, delicate hands. Then she opened her beautiful, luscious
lips and took my egg-sized glans into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head and
slowly thrusting in and out. The saliva in her mouth stretched into strands of lustful fluid at the point of contact, a scene of a mature woman and a naive young girl.
There was a world of difference. Watching the beautiful, serious teacher in class give me oral sex in her naked office
, experiencing the soft, lubricated pleasure of my glans in her mouth, I felt like I was about to explode.

I quickly composed myself, flipped the teacher over, and pressed her onto the chair. Knowing my intention, she leaned forward,
her buttocks raised high, revealing her round, reddish cleft and delicate anus.
I bent down and licked her anus forcefully. The teacher trembled, and a gush of vaginal
fluid . I sucked it into my mouth, praising, "A beautiful woman's vaginal fluid is indeed sweet and delicious."

The teacher wiggled her large buttocks, urging, "Hurry up, class is about to start."

Before she finished speaking, I thrust into her. The teacher took a deep, satisfied breath. Before she could recover, I
plunged the remaining two-thirds of my penis into her honeypot. The teacher cried out in surprise; the full,
swollen feeling caused her to gush out another fluid—she had another orgasm…

Although my penis was hard and thick, fortunately, the teacher… Her honey pot overflowed with lustful fluids, flexible and yielding, the whole process
was blissful and harmonious. When I ejaculated inside her, she even squirted again. Afterwards, looking at the floor covered
in what wasn't urine but damp lustful fluid, she was embarrassed and
said
, "Go back to the classroom, I'll mop it." I thought what a waste; drinking all that fluid would definitely benefit my cultivation. But then I thought there would be plenty of opportunities later, so I teased her, "Then call me 'husband' again."

She obediently called me, "Little devil husband."

I said, "Then when

can we do it again, wife?" She said, "Since we've already done this, anytime is fine, but it must be kept secret, and it can't
interfere with our studies." I got her lace panties, then went to the bathroom to wash my face and hair, otherwise Da Chang and Xiao Wei
might notice something amiss, before returning to the classroom.

When I got home that night, I hid the underwear, soaked with semen, in a homemade hidden compartment by my bedside. Then
I turned on the computer, connected my electric scooter to it, saved the video, and
watched it. The encounter with the teacher at noon was indeed passionate and lewd, no less than a Japanese adult film. It was amazing that the miniature camera I secretly
placed on the corner of the table had captured it so vividly. Saving it might be useful later;
after all, I didn't know Yang Lu very well. If anything changed, I could use it to blackmail her.
But it wouldn't be bad to watch it occasionally. Thinking about this, I chuckled lewdly. One should be like Edison Chen, making love with
a camera on.

Just as I was indulging in self-admiration, "Xiao Qi, what are you thinking about so happily?" Oh no, I forgot to close the door. "

Mom's coming in."

I hurriedly turned off the video, not even bothering to fix my erection, and said calmly, "
Nothing , just watching cartoons."

"Oh, really?" Mom smiled meaningfully, looking at me uncertainly. "Do you have time
to help Mom fix the computer?"

I said, "Of course."

Mom pinched my ear. "Then why are you still sitting there? I'm never proactive about things."

I thought to myself, if I stood up, my dick would be sticking out of the table. You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? Because my mom is also the kind of
open-minded and flirtatious woman, I have reason to suspect that she must think I'm watching porn and is deliberately embarrassing me
so she can lecture me. I could only say, "Go back to your room first, I'll download a movie here.

" Mom pinched my cheek again and said, "Then hurry up." Then she gracefully went back to her room.

After my younger brother calmed down, I went to the bathroom to pee. I glanced at the laundry basket.
Although Mom's bedroom was upstairs, Dad was often away, so my sister and I shared the downstairs
bathroom . Sure enough, Mom had just showered, and her clothes were lying directly on the laundry basket—the
low-cut, backless blue yoga outfit she'd worn that day, with a pair of white lace panties unabashedly on top.

I picked them up and examined them closely. There was a faint white discharge on the soft fabric against her vulva inside the panties. I brought them
close to my nose and smelled the scent of shower gel. A wave of eroticism washed over me.
I suppressed my surging desires. Mom is my mother; how could I do such a thing?

Just then, Mom called from upstairs, urging me to come up. I forced myself to resist the urge and went straight upstairs, pushing open the door to Mom's
room. I'd been to Mom's room many times, but this was rare when she was home at night.
Because Dad wasn't home, Mom's room was decorated warmly and elegantly.

—Upon entering, there's a rose-shaped clothes rack, with heart-shaped romantic wallpaper on the wall next to it. To the side is
a set of French-style rose-red wardrobes, next to which is a dressing table, and next to that is a large pink bed.
The surrounding light pink curtains and decorations appear romantic and dreamy under the dim nightlight by the bedside. A red notebook
lies on the dressing table beside the bed.

My mother stood up and gestured, her voice sweet and coquettish like a palace maid greeting her master, "My lord, please~"

I stretched comfortably as I sat down in the chair. "Speak, my beauty, what can I do for you?"

My mother chuckled. "My lord, my computer can't access QQ, and I'm so lonely at night..."

I coughed. "Since you're so lonely, why not come to me for comfort?"

My mother was amused. "I'm afraid of affecting Your Majesty's future career, how could I trouble Your Majesty?"
She pressed my forehead and scolded, "You little devil!"

I squeezed my mother's delicate hand. "This is all thanks to your good upbringing."

So my mother sat on the edge of the bed and watched me use the computer. I turned my head and looked at her closely. Because she had just taken a bath,
her slightly damp curly hair fell naturally over her white shoulders. Her delicate oval face had high eyebrows and narrow eyes, and her rosy lips were
slightly upturned. She didn't look like a 33-year-old woman at all.

She was wearing a pure white silk nightgown, which accentuated her curvaceous figure. More importantly
, through the silk, I noticed two slight protrusions on her chest. My mind went blank—these were
her nipples! Although I knew my mother usually didn't wear a bra after showering, in the dim lighting
and cozy environment today, my lower body involuntarily became erect again.

Suddenly, I felt that my mother could easily outshine Mr. Yang. But I dared not think further; my mother was the person I respected most
. I suppressed my urges and began checking the computer.

I used the software's fully automatic repair function. While waiting, my mother said, "Your Majesty, would you like
to massage feet?"

I replied that it would be my honor to serve such a beauty. So, my mother stretched out her bare feet and placed them on my
thighs . I hurriedly tightened my erect penis around them.
My mother's feet were still as smooth and soft as her skin, without a single callus. Massaging them was a pleasure.

I applied slight pressure to various acupoints on my mother's feet, eliciting a soft moan from her. I couldn't help but think of
Teacher Yang from noon. Looking up along my mother's back, oh my god, what did I see? My mother wasn't wearing
underwear ! I could vaguely see her vulva.

My mother seemed unaware of my gaze and said coquettishly, "Your Majesty's massage feels so good. Can Your Majesty
massage ?"

My lust was aroused. Even a foot massage, or even licking your feet every day, would be enough for me.

I replied, "Of course, no problem. I belong to my beauty, and she can have whatever she wants."

As I continued to knead, my hand gradually moved to my mother's calf, then gently pinched her knee. My mother
seemed to be enjoying it, lying on the bed with her eyes closed. I decided to test the waters.

I reached my hand to my mother's thigh, slowly stroking her smooth skin, occasionally seemingly
unintentionally brushing my fingers into the inside of her thigh. Each time, I could feel my mother tremble slightly
; she was clearly trying to hide her intense sensation. Although her reaction was subtle, how could it escape
my keen senses?

I wondered what it meant that my mother hadn't stopped me. I kept making assumptions, but I thought that
even if we both had these thoughts, we should stop now, because we are mother and son, and we both
have .

Just as I was about to give up, I brushed my fingers deep into my mother's thigh one last time. I heard
my mother let out a soft moan, and then I felt a slippery flow of fluid emanating from the base of her thigh.

Mom had an orgasm?

Chapter 3, A Special Preference

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subtly was flushed slightly under the light, but her eyes remained closed, her long eyelashes trembling gently.

Excitedly, I secretly licked the sticky liquid on my fingers. It had a faint salty and sour taste—
this was Mom's vaginal fluid, flowing from the mysterious place where I was born. I had an
urge to crawl between Mom's thighs and lick it, but I rationally suppressed it, silently finished setting up the computer, said goodbye to Mom, and
left the room.

Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night for both of us.

The next morning, Mom had already gone out. On the table was a prepared breakfast: a fried egg
, cheese-smoked fish sandwich, and a glass of fresh orange juice. Under the glass was a note in Mom's beautiful
handwriting: "Baby, this is Mom's treat. Be a good girl and finish it all~"

I had originally planned to take it to school, but after seeing Mom's heartwarming words, I obediently sat down and slowly
ate my breakfast. I took a bite of the cheese sandwich; it was sour and salty, and it actually tasted like my mother's love juice from last
night . Thinking about it, a surge of lust rose within me. I figured I had English class during evening self-study, and since it was Sunday and
I didn't have class tomorrow, I'd probably need Ms. Yang to relieve my pent-up desire tonight. Finally, evening arrived. Ms. Yang appeared in the classroom

wearing a light pink long vest, a white lace skirt , and pink patent leather high heels under flesh-colored stockings. Some of the boys almost drooled. 　　I kept giving her meaningful glances. Ms. Yang noticed my eager look and walked over to . "Xu Qi, is there a problem?" 　　I opened my book and showed her what it said: "I thought about you all night last night." 　　Her eyes lit up. "Is this what it means?" she said. Then she wrote three words on my book : "Me too!" 　　I wrote below, haltingly, "I want to be with you after school!" 　　She drew a cartoon smiley face below. I thought to myself, "I've succeeded! " 　　We were exchanging glances secretly throughout the evening self-study session. Near the end of the school day, she slipped me a note saying to go directly to her teacher's apartment after school. So I texted my mom, telling her I wouldn't have class tomorrow, and I was staying at a classmate's house tonight, not coming home to sleep. My 　　mom replied with a sad emoji, followed by, "You promised to massage my feet every day yesterday, and you stood me up today !" 　　I replied, "I'll definitely make it up to you later!" and added a kissing emoji. 　　My mom asked, "How will you make it up to me?" 　　I replied, "I'd be willing to lick your feet!" 　　My mom said, "Nonsense!" 　　I'd been to Ms. Yang's apartment many times before, sometimes even with classmates for tutoring. Excitedly, I knocked on the door. After Ms. Yang closed the door, I couldn't wait to hug her slender waist . She scolded me, "Why are you in such a hurry? Go take a shower first." I said, "Because I love you so much, of course I'm in a rush." Women love to hear sweet words. 　　Sure enough, the teacher smiled happily and said, "Really? Then you'd better be prepared." 　　Without thinking, I stripped off all her clothes, leaving only a flesh-colored seamless thong underneath. Then I stripped naked myself , picked up her smooth, delicate body, and said, "Let's take a bath together." 　　Once in the bathroom, I was already bursting with desire. Just looking at Teacher Yang's proud 34D breasts made me want to spit fire. I was going to just turn on the shower and wash quickly before getting down to business, but Teacher Yang filled the bathtub with water and pushed me into it. Then she sat on top of me, pressing her full, white breasts against my face. 　　I excitedly wrapped my arms around her back and nibbled on her cherry-like nipples. Then my hands slid down and caressed her full buttocks. Teacher Yang gradually began to moan with excitement, her body slowly sliding down, her hands cupping my face, and she opened her small mouth to kiss me. 　　I eagerly thrust my tongue into her mouth, entwining it with hers, teasing her gums, and desperately sucking at her saliva—the saliva of Teacher Yang, whom I was so infatuated with. I swallowed it greedily, without any disgust.

I went inside. Even though Ms. Yang and I had been intimate, I still had to behave well. Such a seductive beauty wasn't easy to find
right now .

We kissed for almost ten minutes. Ms. Yang smacked her lips, spat them into my mouth, patted my face, and
said seductively, "Do you like it?"

I said, "I like everything about you, Teacher!"

Ms. Yang giggled, "There's something else you'll like even more soon~" With that, she pulled down her panties, spread
her long , straight legs, and rubbed her already overflowing vulva against my face. I was eager
to suck on her vagina, but she wouldn't let me. "Look at how anxious you are," Ms. Yang chuckled, teasingly
asking, "Want to lick it?"

I said, "Yes!!!"

She teased, "Want to lick what?"

I thought to myself, it's truly a case of karma. I teased her like that in the office yesterday, and today she's getting her revenge with interest
. Besides, I really wanted it, so I said I wanted to lick the teacher's pussy. Teacher Yang said, "It's not that
easy to lick it. You have to answer a question correctly first. If you answer incorrectly, you have to eat a mouthful of saliva."

I said, "Then ask quickly!"

She asked me condescendingly, "What do you like most about the teacher?"

I said without hesitation, "Puss."

Teacher Yang shook her head and said, "Wrong!"

I obediently opened my mouth, and Teacher Yang took a big gulp of saliva, brought her head close to my
face , and then opened her mouth wide, letting a mouthful of saliva slowly drip into my mouth, leaving
slippery, shiny threads. The saliva outside my body was a little different from the saliva when we kissed; it was a little cold, and it seemed a little hard
to accept, but this lewd feeling stimulated my nerves even more.

When the teacher asked a second time, I said it was her feet, but that was wrong again. She then spat into a
glass and ordered me to slowly savor it. A small half-glass of sticky, shiny, gelatinous saliva filled the glass. I had no choice but to obediently
drink it down sip by sip, like drinking red wine. The third question she asked me to answer was "butthole." Ms. Yang's eyes lit up, saying she'd
long suspected I had some strange quirks and unusual tastes, but I still hadn't answered correctly.

I thought to myself, "When it comes to unusual tastes, you're even more extreme than me," and chuckled, saying, "Then we're
truly birds of a feather, a match made in heaven!"

This time, she spat on her two large breasts and ordered me to lick them clean. Of course, I gladly complied. After I finished,
the teacher pretended to be impatient, lifting my chin with her palm and saying, "Think again carefully. If you get it wrong again, I won't forgive you
." My eyes darted around, thinking, "My favorite?" A sudden thought struck me: didn't the teacher
only hook up with me after discovering I was peeping at her while she peed? That must be it! So I confidently said, "I love your pungent pee the most."

The teacher nodded in satisfaction and said, "Then open your mouth wide."

I immediately realized what she meant and opened my mouth wide. The teacher smiled smugly, grabbed the shower curtain rod, and
squatted down into an M-shape. She brought her vulva close to my mouth, and I waited. Perhaps it was because it was her first time urinating into someone's mouth and she
wasn't used to it, because she tried for a long time but couldn't squeeze out a single drop of urine. When I looked at her, she seemed to be blushing a little,
so I encouraged her, saying, "Teacher is the person I love most, and everything about you is what I love most
." Perhaps inspired by me

, she closed her eyes slightly, and I saw her lower abdomen contract slightly, her bright red anus
protruding slightly. Then, a stream of pale yellow urine sprayed towards me from her open urethra. I quickly opened my mouth to catch it. It
was warm, salty, and a little astringent, but it didn't have a strong urine smell. I gulped it down. Because I
didn't control my urine flow very well at first, the teacher finished urinating and ended up covering my head and face with urine. This
was a beautiful woman's urine.

After urinating, the teacher pressed her vulva against my mouth. I held her buttocks and vigorously licked and sucked,
cleaning up all the urine that had dripped onto her perineum and anus. Under this stimulation, the teacher became wanton and wild
, pressing my head hard against her vulva and occasionally rubbing her bouncing breasts.

At first, I just licked her vaginal fluid in large gulps, but after a while, I felt it wasn't enough.
How wonderful it would be if the teacher could have another orgasm on my mouth from this upward angle.

So I slowly moved my hand to the inside of the teacher's thigh,
gently stroking her right inner thigh from bottom to top with my right middle finger, then gently stroking her tender clitoris from bottom to top with my middle finger from the perineum at the center of her vagina.
My left hand slowly moved to the inside of the teacher's left thigh, gently stroking her left inner thigh from bottom to top with my index finger.

As expected, the teacher, using my targeted techniques, began to writhe her body like a water snake, moaning wildly,
"Ah...darling, husband, dear brother, so good...I can't take it anymore, I'm going to die, um...ah. Lick
my little clitoris..."

I slowly used my tongue to gently lick the teacher's pink labia from bottom to top, kissing from her perineum to her clitoris,
lightly touching the tip of her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, then taking her clitoris into my mouth and swirling
and circling my tongue around it.

Under this repeated stimulation, the teacher convulsed, a stream of liquid sprayed into my
mouth, and then she collapsed on top of me, ignoring the fact that my mouth and face were covered in her fluids. She gently held my
head and kissed me. While kissing her and exchanging saliva, I circled her perineum with my hand
, occasionally gently inserting my fingers into her small anus. There is an important acupoint in the perineum that can particularly arouse
a woman's desire. The teacher was comfortable, but I had not yet ejaculated. I was looking forward to going at it even more intensely with her again.

Chapter Four: My Sister's Secret

The teacher's breathing became increasingly rapid under my two magic hands. I got up, lifted her round, tender white buttocks,
and prepared to thrust in. But Teacher Yang turned and sat up, wrapping her arms around my neck and biting my ear, saying, "Good boy,
help your sister wash up so we can go play in the room."

I had no choice but to diligently wash the teacher from head to toe, not missing a single hair behind her ears, armpits, or between her toes. The teacher
's armpits were smooth and clean, without a single hair. While washing, I couldn't help but lick them with my tongue. The teacher
giggled the ticklishness, kissed the head of my penis, and said, "If you're naughty again, I'll bite it off."

After washing the teacher, I carefully rinsed my own hair. My hair was covered in the teacher's
urine and secretions, which were difficult to wash off. Unexpectedly, I managed to pick up a strand of milky white, sticky substance from it.
Thinking that the teacher's discharge didn't look like cottage cheese but rather like a snotty worm, I teased her, "Wife,
what's this?"

The teacher's face hardened, and she pretended to be angry, saying, "You want to die, flirting with me? Also, from now on, don't call me
wife, you can only call me Sister Lu, and I'll call you Little Darling. That's the rule, and I get to decide all the rules
, understand?"

I nodded and said, "Little Darling will obey Sister Lu's orders!" I thought to myself, "You just want to be the mature woman? Your attitude just now
clearly showed that you want to be my queen." But Sister Lu is beautiful, noble, sexy, and elegant, and I'm willing to accept it.

After washing, Sister Lu asked me to be her mount and carry her into the bedroom. I knelt on the ground with my hands on the ground and said, "Please
mount me, Sister Lu." Sister Lu sat on my back with her legs spread wide, satisfied. She grabbed my ear and said, "Giddy up!" I then carried
her to the bedroom.

The pristine floor was spotless, so I didn't have to worry about getting dirty. I deliberately bounced slightly,
enjoying the sensation of Lulu's soft pubic hair and warm labia rubbing against my back. Suddenly, the phone rang
, and Lulu directed me to crawl to the bedside table to answer it.

"Hey, Lulu, what's up? Why haven't you called me in so many days?" It was a soft, girlish
voice. Why did it sound so familiar?

"Oh, nothing, I've been busy with school lately. I was just planning to meet you tomorrow, Sunday night."

"Really?" the other end said happily. "Then let's make it a date. Come to my dorm tomorrow. I bought something nice
online ; it'll be a lot of fun for you." The voice on the other end was clearly excited, but the more I listened,
the more familiar it sounded.

Because I was in a somewhat inconvenient position, Sister Lu seemed reluctant to chat, but she said, "Okay, then
get some rest early tonight."

She smiled seductively and said, "Going to bed so early isn't your style, is it? Are you planning to play
with ? I can come over and give you a kiss, you know my skills have been getting better and better lately." Her voice was lewd
and provocative.

I intentionally leaned down, and Sister Lu sat on me, catching me off guard, and let out a startled "Ah!"

A giggle came from the other end of the phone. "You weren't doing anything while you were talking to me on the phone, were you?"

Sister Lu twisted my ear hard and said, "No way! Never mind, just wait and see how I deal with you tomorrow!"

She said, "Then I'll wash up and wait for you..."

Before she could finish, Sister Lu hung up. Seeing my strange expression, she said without any attempt to hide it, "That's right
, your sister is bisexual. You better behave, and if you do well, I'll take you to see what it's like
. Don't be jealous, okay?"

I said I only get jealous of men, not women, but I do like to taste women's juices
. I thought to myself, this Sister Lu looks elegant, but deep down she's lewd and wanton. You really
can't judge . And that slut on the other end of the phone... her voice sounds... I need to figure it out.

I don't know if it was because of the phone call we just had, but Sister Lu was in high spirits, and her vagina was getting more and more wet,
making my back slippery. So Sister Lu couldn't wait to make me lie on the bed, spread her fleshy, white
thighs, held my penis with one hand, and sat down on her wet vagina. I felt my penis
enter a warm, narrow, curved, and wrinkled space, and I groaned comfortably. Sister Lu also breathed a
long sigh of relief and began to move her big buttocks wildly.

"Mmm... little darling, you're so good... sister feels so good... ah... so good."

I would occasionally twist my penis left and right in her vagina, and then thrust hard a couple of times, which made Sister Lu
scream repeatedly. She pinched her rosy nipple with her left index and middle fingers and kept twisting it. Her palm pressed against her full
breasts and kneaded them into different shapes. Her right hand reached into her messy long hair and kept combing it.

Seeing Lu Jie's glazed and alluring expression and movements, I thrust even harder into her, holding her
beautiful feet and gently biting and sucking each toe. Finally, after several intense thrusts, Lu Jie
cried out, and I felt waves of hot fluid surging into my penis. Overwhelmed with emotion, I ejaculated deep into her uterus
. Lu Jie, satisfied, clung to me and kissed me. After a while, my penis went limp, and
the mixture of fluids from deep within Lu Jie's vagina flowed everywhere, making our genitals a mess.

Lu Jie reached down and smeared the fluids in her hand at the point where our lips met. We
sucked on each other's tongues, savoring the mixed love fluids, unable to distinguish one from the other...

While Lu Jie went to the bathroom to wash herself, I lay on the bed, a sudden thought flashing through my mind, and I remembered something.
So I picked up her iPhone and scrolled through her call history. The first call was from the girl who had just called her—
Yanyan. My mind went blank. Could it be such a coincidence? I checked the phone number again, and suddenly a sense of absurdity washed over me.
Xu Ruyan, the girl she had just talked to, was my own sister, Xu Ruyan. I remembered what Sister Lu had just told me,
"Be a good girl, and if you behave well, I'll take you to see what it's like."

My sister was also a stunning beauty, with a hot and sexy figure. Like my mother, she was
someone I often fantasized about, but family ethics prevented me from ever crossing that line. I often teased my sister for
never having a boyfriend. She always said that none of the men she'd met were decent. I asked her what kind of man she liked, and
she said he had to be at least better than me. I thought to myself: How can a man compare to my brother? Are you trying to seduce me?

Now, suddenly discovering that she and Sister Lu were having an affair, and that our relationship was going to be exposed someday,
felt unbelievable. Sigh, I shouldn't think about it anymore. Things will work themselves out. I'll just let things take their course.

That night, I was naturally young and energetic, and Sister Lu was equally enthusiastic. We kissed and fell asleep when we were tired, and continued
when we woke up. In my half-awake state, I seemed to be constantly licking her vulva, leaving the bed always wet, but I didn't care
. I didn't fall into a deep sleep until almost dawn the next day.

When I woke up the next day, I heard Sister Lu making a phone call outside. I was still half asleep and couldn't hear clearly, but Sister Lu kept
giggling , as if she was talking about some lewd topics.

I thought to myself, "Could she be talking to Sister Yan?" and my sleepiness vanished.

When I came out of the bedroom, they had already finished their call. I said, "Sister Lu, who are you talking to so lewdly on the phone so early?"
Sister Lu smiled gently and said, "Don't be jealous, it's that good friend from yesterday." I realized that Sister Lu only became sexually aroused when...
She was acting wildly and impulsively when she was young, but normally she's gentle and refined.

I didn't ask her much, thinking that a woman might not tell you even if you ask her, and when she wants to, you can't stop her. Right now, she's
itching to talk to someone.

So I went to the bathroom to wash up, while Sister Lu was making breakfast in the kitchen. Sure enough, she spoke up a little while
later, "That girl from yesterday was a classmate of mine from teachers' college. We had sex out of curiosity, and then I got hooked on the
feeling . It's been like this ever since. We get together several times a month, and it's been going on like this ever since."

I said, "That's great. I can totally understand and accept it."

After I finished washing up, I came over. Sister Lu had already made breakfast and was sitting at the table, looking at me affectionately. She teased,
"She's a super beauty. I'll introduce you to her later, and we can both serve you, okay?"

I thought to myself, "No way! She's my own sister!" I immediately said, "No need. I have Sister Lu, that's enough.
Besides, I don't know if I'll be serving you or you'll be serving me. If anyone's going to serve someone, it'll only be you, Sister Lu."

Sister Lu smiled happily and said, "Eat your breakfast quickly, it'll help you recover."

I said coquettishly, "You feed me."

Sister Lu picked up a piece of ham and held it to my mouth.

I said, "I want you to feed me with your mouth."

Sister Lu smiled charmingly, put her leg in her mouth and slowly chewed it, then transferred it mouth-to-mouth to my mouth.
After she bit my lip and said, "Satisfied now? You don't even have to chew."

I swallowed it in one gulp and praised, "So delicious! Sister Lu's cooking and oral skills are both excellent!"

Breakfast took almost an hour. She fed me a piece of ham, and I fed her a piece of bread.
We , the whole process was exciting and romantic. After finishing, I said, "Sister Lu, this time you fed me with your small mouth, next time you have to
feed me with your big mouth."

Sister Lu's eyes lit up and she understood, laughing and saying, "How do I feed you with my big mouth?"

I stuck out my long tongue and said, "How about this?"

...

After breakfast, I said that I had something to do tonight and should go to bed and rest. It was Sunday, and my mother was at home, so I
had to go back so as not to worry her. She said that I was really filial and sensible, and that the teacher should praise me, then kissed me affectionately.

On my way home, my mind was a bit of a mess. One moment I was thinking about my sister, the next about Teacher Yang. I wondered if I was being
a bit shameless. Our bodies are gifts from our parents; was it right for me to lick her genitals and drink her urine? Was
I being unfair to my mother? Then I thought, "It's Sunday today, maybe my sister will come home! "

Lost in thought, I arrived home without realizing it. My mother, wearing a long white silk dress, was hanging
clothes in the yard. Seeing me, she happily called out, "Xiao Qi's back!"

Chapter 5, An Unexpected Calamity

My mother had her hair tied in a neat ponytail. She wore a blue, off-the-shoulder short-sleeved top
with a silver necklace around her
smooth neck. A sparkling heart-shaped pendant hung perfectly between her two high, prominent breasts. She wore a snow-white silk skirt with frayed edges, revealing her long, slender legs, and
candy-colored slippers. She was tiptoeing as she hung clothes on the hanger.

Because my mother is a yoga instructor, her feet are frequently exercised and maintained. Her two charming little feet appear snow-white
and jade-like, delicate and exquisite, with slender yet full ankles, long and
gracefully curved, seemingly boneless. Her toes are even and neat, like ten slender scallions, with pink, sparkling
nail polish like pearls embedded in her fair toes. Through the delicate, translucent skin of her white insteps, one
can faintly see the tiny blood vessels deep beneath…

I thought to myself, with such a beautiful woman in my family, how could I possibly go and suck her feet and lick her urine?
It's truly shameless. But at the same time, another voice inside me said, "This is your mother, how can you defile her like this?" Even
just thinking about it is wrong.

Sigh, it's such a contradiction.

I walked to my mother's side, smelling the faint scent of violet perfume on her.

I whispered in my mother's ear, "You're so beautiful~"

My mother smiled happily and said, "I'm old now, how can I talk about beauty?"

I said, "Not at all! Last time you brought me clothes to school, all my classmates thought you were my
girlfriend , they were so envious."

My mother was overjoyed by my praise and giggled, "You flatterer, this shelf is too high, I can't hang it up
, aren't you going to help me hang it up?"

I said, "It can be hung up, try it if you don't believe me."

My mother held up the clothes to show me, "It really can't be hung up~" So I immediately put my arms around my mother's slender waist,
picked her up, felt the gentleness of her belly without a single ounce of fat in my palm, and gently
pressed her breast. "I told you I could reach it, now you can," I said.

After hanging up the clothes, Mom said, "Put me down quickly, it won't look good if the neighbors see."

I said, "So what? It's normal for a son to be filial to his mother, let them be envious!"

Mom gave me a light kiss on the cheek and said, "You're so good, I'm just afraid I'll
stop caring ..."

I looked solemnly into Mom's eyes and said, "No, even if Mom gets too old to walk, I
'll still love you just as much and I'll take care of you for the rest of my life!"

Seeing my serious expression, Mom chuckled and said, "Look how nervous you are, Mom believes you! By the way,
have you had breakfast?"

I said I had eaten at a classmate's house.

Mom said, "You look tired, did you play games until midnight again last night? Do you want to go to sleep?"
I thought to myself, perfect, looking at Mom's soft breasts and legs, I'll get carried away later, and Teacher Yang won't be available today, this
will be difficult. So I took a deep breath of my mother's lazy face and ran into the house.

My mother watched my retreating figure, shook her head with a smile, then her expression turned somewhat lost; she didn't
know whether to be happy or sad… I went into the room, closed the door, sat cross-legged on the bed, cleared my mind of all romantic thoughts, focused my gaze on my nose, then
my heart, pressed my tongue against the roof of my mouth, and emptied my breath into my dantian. I skillfully began to practice the exercises I had been doing for over a decade.

After about ten minutes, I felt that this practice was different from before. Previously, I would only feel my acupoints
heating up , but this time, not only was the true qi in my dantian stronger, but I also discovered that each acupoint
was connected by fine lines, and I could even slightly control the flow of true qi within these lines.

Yin and Yang in harmony, water and fire in balance—could it be because I absorbed Teacher Yang's Yin fluid? If that's the case, then
wouldn't drinking urine and saliva be a way to exercise?

Thinking about this, I suddenly became excited, as if I had found a respectable
reason for my lewd acts of licking genitals and drinking urine. I couldn't wait to try it out, but besides Teacher Yang, it seems there's no one else I can
experiment on. We don't use chamber pots at home anymore. Should I tell my mom, "Mom, I'm practicing a miraculous skill
, and I need you to urinate on me to replenish my energy..."?

Sigh, thinking about it is useless. I'll do this research another time.

After circulating the energy for thirty-six cycles, all fatigue disappeared, and I felt refreshed. Even so, I decided to take a nap.
Grandpa taught me that the Sanyinjiao acupoint can help with sleep. Before, when I couldn't sleep, I would often press it and fall asleep easily.
Now that I can control the circulation of Qi within my body, it might be even more effective. I decided to give it a try, so I closed my eyes, lay down on the bed
, gently gathered my qi, and then focused my inner energy on my body. I could feel the meridians, so I guided my qi from my chest to my abdomen, into the belt
meridian, along the Spleen Meridian of Foot Taiyin, and gathered at the Sanyinjiao acupoint… Sure enough,

I soon drifted off to sleep.

In my hazy state, I had a dream. In the dream, I returned to my childhood home one spring. My father took me back to
our old family home in the countryside for a spring outing. The four of us went to the fields to fly kites. The ground was covered in green grass, and the sky was filled with white
clouds. My father held the string in front, and my mother held the kite high behind. My sister and I followed behind her
, laughing and playing happily. My father pulled the string and shouted, "Take off!" My mother let go, and my father turned and ran forward.
I saw the kite fly higher and higher…

Suddenly, the world went dark. A strong wind blew around us, and lightning flashed across the sky. A huge bolt
of lightning struck the kite string, and the kite, now free, swayed and drifted away with the wind until it disappeared. Then
a… A deafening roar filled the air, and the earth began to tremble. I heard my father scream as a
massive black crack suddenly split open in front of us, rapidly collapsing towards us. My father, running ahead, couldn't turn back in time, screaming
for us to run… The last thing I saw was the ripped earth, like a demon's gaping maw, swallowing my father whole…

I jolted awake, drenched in cold sweat. Although I knew it was a dream
, I was still reeling from the terrifying experience. It felt so real, as if
I had just gone through it. A sense of foreboding washed over me.

I stepped out of my room and saw my mother, Miaoman, bustling about in the kitchen, seemingly unharmed.

Hearing my footsteps, she said, "Xiaoyi, you're awake. Go wash your face and get ready for dinner."

Just then, the living room phone rang. I jumped, my heart pounding.

My mother told me to answer it first.

I took a deep breath and picked up the receiver.

"Hello," a deep male voice came from the other end.

"Hello."

"Hello, are you Xu Yifeng's family?"

"I'm his son."

"Is your mother home?"

"What can I do for you?" I asked back.

There was a slight hesitation on the other end of the phone, followed by a moment of silence. "Son, you need to be prepared. What I'm telling you
now , you should slowly relay to your mother later. Don't let her be too devastated."

Hearing this, I was startled. The dream I had just had resurfaced in my mind. I suppressed my
fear and asked, "Has something happened to my father?"

...

A week later, our family (now only my mother, sister, and I are left) finally began
to recover slightly from the grief of my father's passing. For the past few days, my mother had been locked in her room, crying silently, just
sobbing uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face. She wouldn't eat or drink. I asked my sister to cook some porridge and bring it to her room
to feed her spoonful by spoonful. I didn't know how to comfort her.

Although my father was often away from home, and I don't recall having a particularly deep emotional connection with him, he was still
my father—that kind and loving father. This incident pained me deeply, so my
sister stay quietly by my mother's side.

Later, my mother seemed to have come to her senses. She wiped away her tears and calmly said to me, "Xiaoqi, go and rest for a while
. I've thought it through. It's okay."

I shook my head.

My mother said, "Actually, after so many years of marriage, your father was often away from home with us, and I felt
some resentment. But because of the nature of his work, I never blamed him. After all, he
sacrificed so much for this family and truly loved us. So every time he came home, I cherished the
time we spent together. But he always had to return to his unit after only a few days. I've endured all these years, but his passing
was so sudden, and I feel so unwilling to accept it."

I put my arm around my mother's shoulder and said earnestly, "Mom, I'm still here. I'll always be with you!"

My mother smiled gratefully; it was the first smile on her face in days.

That day, three imposing guests arrived at our home. The first one, a middle-aged man, entered and politely shook
my mother's hand, introducing himself, "Hello, Mrs. Xu, I never expected you to be so young. I am
Director Huang Guocai from the Ministry of State Security. I've come specifically to report on your husband's situation. I should have come after his accident
, but due to other factors, I haven't been able to meet with you until today."

My mother quickly replied, "Thank you, you're too kind. Please sit down and have a cup of tea."

It was during that conversation that we learned that my father was conducting the South China Sea 133# deep-sea
research project . When the submersible reached a depth of 13,699 meters, it suddenly lost contact with the ground. All
the equipment had been functioning normally, but the ground control station saw a flash of blue light in the deep sea, and the submersible
disappeared from the monitoring screen. It mysteriously vanished. After a 15-day search and rescue operation, not a single trace was found.
Finally , it was confirmed that the 133# submersible had sank, and the three crew members had died heroically.

Before leaving, Director Huang instructed us to keep the matter
confidential, as it involved military secrets and unsolved mysteries, and not to disclose it to anyone. He also gave us a document stating that it was a national compensation package for the families of those involved in the accident;
we only needed to submit it to the local civil affairs department, and they would handle the specific procedures.

Chapter Six: The Director's Secretary

Guan Yaoshi rested at home for a month, finally recovering from the grief of losing her husband. After
all, she was a relatively independent and open-minded modern woman, and she also had a beautiful and sensible daughter
, and a handsome and sunny son whom she liked at first sight.

For some reason, whenever she thought of her son, Guan Yaoshi's emotions would surge. She would picture herself lying naked in bed wearing only a nightgown one
night , her son sitting on a chair beside the bed, fixing a computer while
massaging her feet. In the dim, ambiguous light, her son's nimble and gentle hands
carefully kneaded each of her toes, the tingling, itchy sensation gradually spreading from her toes to her thighs. Guan Yaoshi felt
something trembling down there, clearly feeling a slippery secretion from her vagina.

The feeling was wonderful, but the other person was her son, yet she couldn't stop
enjoying it. She even closed her eyes, letting her son's hot hands gradually slip deep into her thighs,
those magical hands occasionally brushing unintentionally against the edge of her sensitive labia.

She bit her lip to stifle a moan, and when her son's fingers traced her forbidden zone again,
she felt a tingling sensation down there, and she couldn't help but climax. Was he doing it on purpose? Would he find out
? Oh God, although she sometimes fantasized about having sex with her son and reaching orgasm while masturbating, this time it was
a real orgasm in her son's hands...

Thinking about it, Guan Yaoshi felt herself getting incredibly wet down there again. Taking a deep breath, she composed herself
and checked her makeup in the mirror. Although she was 38, she saw a wrinkle-free face with
delicate, smooth skin. A rose-red halter-neck silk dress revealed her fair, smooth shoulders, high breasts,
deep cleavage, and alluringly rounded buttocks. Fine, glossy black stockings encased her long, shapely legs, and
milky-white high heels accentuated the graceful curves of her feet. Satisfied, she twirled around, radiating
confidence and energy.

—The car arrived at the Aoli Fitness Club, a large, comprehensive club located on the city's most bustling commercial street.
It offered
various . Guan Yaoshi was one of the club's three major shareholders and also worked as a senior yoga instructor. Today, she had gone to
the Civil Affairs Bureau to process her husband's pension and stopped by the club to check on things in preparation for starting work tomorrow.

During her break, Guan Yaoshi entrusted all her affairs to Ni Yalan, who was a student in her
previous was beautiful, quiet yet capable, and good at socializing.
After graduation, Guan Yaoshi kept her at the club and trained her to be a capable assistant.

After greeting the receptionist upstairs, Guan Yaoshi went straight to Ni Yalan's office, knocked, and entered. Ni Yalan
was looking at student data in her office. Seeing Guan Yaoshi, she greeted her warmly and cheerfully as "Sister Shi," and asked Guan Yaoshi
to sit down before turning to make coffee. Guan Yaoshi looked at Ni Yalan's swaying hips and praised, "It's been a few days
, and Xiaolan's figure is getting more and more captivating."

Yalan smiled shyly and said, "Sister Shi, don't tease me. These past few days, while you've been away, I've managed
to attract some attention. But when you're here, which man in the entire club doesn't only have eyes for you and nothing
else... With such a big incident, why didn't you take a few more days off, Sister Shi?"

"Sigh, life goes on no matter what. Staying cooped up at home all day is worse than coming to the company. With you
sisters , I'm not so sad or lonely." After chatting for a while and getting a feel for the club's recent situation, she told Yalan
to come to work the next day, and then drove directly to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

From the documents left by Director Huang of the National Security Bureau, it was learned that her husband was entitled to a house, family
pension , all of which could be allocated by the local civil affairs department.

Arriving at the civil affairs bureau, after completing the relevant procedures, the final step required the director's signature and seal.

Reaching the director's office on the third floor, Guan Yaoshi knocked on the door. After a short wait,
the sound of high heels clicking on the floor came from inside. A pretty young woman in her early twenties, wearing glasses and with slightly disheveled hair, opened the door .
She said coquettishly, "Director Wang, I'll be going now. I'll come back to report to you later..."

Director Wang, about forty years old, a little overweight, and with slightly receding hairline,
squinted his eyes gleaming as he stared intently at her slender legs. Guan Yaoshi inwardly felt disdain.
She introduced herself, explained her purpose, and handed the documents to Director Wang.

After reviewing the document, Director Wang took a sip of tea, his eyes gleaming with a lecherous grin.
He spoke in a bureaucratic tone, "Xiao Shi, your situation is a bit complicated. I can't approve this document yet; several departments
need coordinate first. How about this: leave the document here, and give
me your phone number. I'll contact you when it's ready." He then took the opportunity, while handing Guan Yaoshi a pen, to touch her delicate hand.

Guan Yaoshi had questions, but didn't want to confront him directly. She gave him her number, saying, "Thank you, Director Wang
," and left. As she turned, she noticed the trash can next to her desk was full of wads of toilet paper, with a black stocking tucked
underneath . Remembering Director Wang's lecherous behavior and his indiscriminate groping
, she felt a wave of disgust and left without looking back.

As Director Wang watched Yao Shi's shapely figure disappear from sight, a lewd smile crept across his face. He thought to himself, "This
woman just my type. Beautiful and sexy, and she dares to be so arrogant in front of me even though she needs my help. I have to get her and '
teach her a lesson.' No woman I, Wang Song, want to play with can escape my grasp."

Thinking this, his pent-up lust rekindled, pressing uncomfortably against his pants. He quickly called Ma Li
, then unhesitatingly unbuckled his belt, pulled out his large, black penis with one hand, and with the other, opened
a drawer, inhaling deeply the scent of the three-colored trousers he had just pulled from Ma Li's crotch.

A moment later, Ma Li knocked on the door, entered, and locked it.

Seeing Wang Song smelling her underwear, she said in a coquettish voice, "Brother Song, you're so naughty."

Wang Song, stroking his penis, said, "Xiao Li, come over here and help me relieve my fire. That bitch was too domineering."

Ma Li pouted and snorted, "Brother Song, you're thinking about other women, but you still want to take advantage of Xiao Li. No way~"

Wang Song grinned lewdly and said, "Good girl Xiao Li, that girl is pretty, but she's not as good as your little mouth."

Ma Li swayed her hips and walked over. Wang Song took off her glasses and pressed her head down towards his body.
Li obediently swallowed the thing whole, licking and sucking it, making smacking sounds. At this moment, Ma Li's buttocks
arched high, and Wang Song lifted Ma Li's narrow skirt. Her stockings and panties had already been removed, and now there was nothing underneath.
Lifting it up revealed two plump and white buttocks. Grabbing them, they were incredibly tender and soft, feeling exceptionally comfortable
. After a few squeezes,

Wang Song used his fingers to pry between the buttocks, slipping two fingers inside. It was warm and smooth, with gushing
vaginal fluid . He gently pressed the back of his hand against the two thick, wet labia, while his thumb pressed against
the clitoris at the end of the vulva, flicking it back and forth. Ma Li was already aroused, burning with desire. Her buttocks gripped Wang Song's large hand, twisting from side to side,
humming softly, and she even used her tongue to wrap around the penis and swallow it down her throat.

Wang Song felt a tightness in his glans as it pressed against the esophageal mucosa at the end of Ma Li's mouth. Unable to hold back any longer, he ejaculated
several times, shooting his semen deep into Ma Li's esophagus. Ma Li suppressed the nausea of the foreign object in her throat,
pursing her lips to swallow the gradually softening penis, gulping down the mouthful of semen. It tasted both fishy and thick.
After swallowing, she first sucked the penis clean, then used her long tongue to wipe away the remaining semen and saliva from the corners of her mouth.
Then she looked at Wang Song with a lustful and resentful expression.

Wang Song understood, gave an awkward smile, and said, "Brother isn't in good shape today. Come on, lie on the table and I'll suck it for you."

Ma Li smiled shyly, quickly pulled her skirt up to her waist, climbed onto the desk, knelt on it, and bent over towards Wang Song
, her legs spread in an M shape. Ma Li's vulva was shaved clean and hairless, making it appear even whiter and pinker. Her mons pubis
was high and raised, her labia thick and fluffy, and her clitoris was prominently erect, like a pearl. Wang Song dragged a chair to
the table, his fat face close to her plump buttocks, carefully admiring the beauty before him. He
gently , and Ma Li trembled slightly. Then, a sticky fluid oozed from her vulva. Wang Song
picked up a drop of the fluid and brought it to Ma Li's face. Ma Li licked it clean like a dog, and Wang Song laughed wildly.

Ma Li said, "Brother, hurry up."

Wang Song said, "Don't rush, I'll take my time. I can still get back to work and do it again." After saying that, he
pinched her labia and pulled them apart, then used his tongue to scrape the pink flesh inside. He first licked back and forth on the
labia , then occasionally gently licked the clitoris with his mouth, and sometimes
gently sucked on the slightly open urethra. Then he inserted his tongue into the vagina and stirred it around...

Wang Song was originally lustful and lewd. Over the years, he had been indulging in debauchery, and his penis had long been weak and unable to last long. His
skills relied entirely on his mouth and tongue. Although Ma Li was naturally wanton, she was still naive. She had only been transferred
to Wang Song's position as secretary half a year ago, and Wang Song had only deflowered her three months ago. How could she withstand such an onslaught? She moaned
repeatedly, lost in passion, and only knew to keep twisting her big buttocks.

Wang Song slowly moved his tongue upwards, licking and pressing it forcefully against Ma Li's narrow perineum a few times. Then, he suddenly curled his tongue upwards,
sweeping it across Ma Li's small, wrinkled anus. Ma Li cried out "Ah!" and her anus contracted slightly. She said,
"Brother Chong, you're so good at this..."

Wang Song chuckled and said, "I have even better tricks up my sleeve. Relax and enjoy, little sister." He then stuck his tongue into
the center of her anus and began to probe wildly, making Ma Li tremble and moan with pleasure.

Wang Song glanced at the table and saw a glue bottle, not too big or too small, protruding in the front and thick in the back,
covered with vertical lines. A thought struck him, and he picked it up and inserted it into Ma Li's plump vagina. Ma Li shuddered and said,
"Brother Chong, what are you doing? What are you stuffing in like that? Don't hurt my vagina!"

Wang Song said, "This thing of yours is flexible and slippery, feel free to insert it." He then pinched
the end of the bottle and began to thrust it rapidly in and out of her vagina. A gurgling sound was heard inside, and a splash of water appeared, dripping onto
a large puddle on the table.

Ma Li, in ecstasy, swayed her large buttocks back and forth, praising Chong Ge's impressive skills. Wang Song, feeling smug,
licked and thrust even more vigorously at Ma Li's anus. Ma Li gradually adapted to the stimulation of her rear, and her anus began
to relax. Wang Song curled his tongue and forcefully thrust it into the hole, managing to penetrate an inch into the anus, where it
was tightly gripped by the surrounding sphincter muscles...

After licking and thrusting like this for a while, his tongue felt sore and astringent. Seeing Ma Li's frenzied intoxication, he pulled out the
glue bottle covered in her vaginal fluid and pressed it against Ma Li's anus with slight force. Ma Li let out a long groan and tried to struggle, but Wang Song
pushed it in forcefully, and the entire glue bottle was forced into Ma Li's anus, making her bright red anus bulge
and swell. Ma Li felt a slight pain in her anus, followed by a swelling and numbness in her rectum,
a sensation she couldn't quite describe. Then, a surge of urge to defecate welled up inside her. Frowning, she said, "Brother Song, what are you doing? It's making me feel so uncomfortable..."

Wang Song's penis was already erect again. He told Ma Li to bear with it for a little longer, then quickly pulled down his trousers, stood
on a chair, and, holding his half-erect penis, began thrusting wildly into Ma Li's vagina. Through the vaginal walls, he could feel the glue
bottle moving back and forth inside Ma Li's rectum. Under the stimulation from both ends, Ma Li screamed, her whole body convulsed,
and she ejaculated. Wang Song's glans, wet with the hot fluid, felt itchy and numb. He wanted to thrust a few more times
, but he was too weak and had to give in.

After wiping it clean, Ma Li said, "What should I do if the glue bottle is still inside? It feels numb and swollen, and I feel like I need to poop
." Wang Song chuckled and said, "If you can hold it until the end of the workday, I'll immediately promote you to office manager."

Ma Li's eyes lit up, and she excitedly asked, "Are you serious?"

Wang Song reached into Ma Li's anus and forcefully dug, pushing the glue bottle deep inside, assuring her, "
Don't worry !"

Chapter Seven: The Beautiful Mother Drugged

As evening fell, Guan Yaoshi wandered alone along the riverside promenade. The lingering heat of the daytime sun was slowly
fading , and a gentle breeze blew against her face.
Watching couples stroll by, a wave of loneliness washed over her.

She thought of her husband again. Xu Yifeng was undoubtedly a good husband, filial to his parents, responsible to his family, and
considerate and caring towards her. I suppose I'd be a good wife, virtuous at home and shrewd outside. If this
accident hadn't happened, perhaps my life would have continued peacefully, uneventfully, content and simple. My only regret would be that my husband
couldn't be with me often, leaving me somewhat physically unsatisfied.

A passing radio station played a classic old song… Who would explain why? A smile already speaks volumes.
Passing by. Live happily without holding grudges, sing a song of joy for today, let your heart absorb new happiness,
and open ... After quietly listening to the song "Laughing at the Wind and Clouds," the past passed by like smoke in her heart. Yes,
life is short, and everyone should pursue happiness and joy. Guan Yaoshi's blocked heart suddenly eased
, and she secretly said to herself, "I must be happier than before."

The gentle ringtone of her cell phone woke Guan Yaoshi from her thoughts. It was an unfamiliar number, and
a middle-aged man's voice answered.

"Xiaoshi, hello, this is Wang Song."

Guan Yaoshi realized that the other party was Director Wang of the Civil Affairs Bureau. "Hello, Director Wang."

"It's like this, regarding your compensation document, I've arranged an appointment with the person in charge of the relevant department for you.
Come to 'Golden Years' for dinner now, just to go through the motions, and I'll take care of it for you afterwards."

Guan Yaoshi had no suspicions, thinking that this Wang Song, despite his seemingly sleazy appearance, was quite efficient, so she politely
accepted the appointment and went.

At Golden Age, a comprehensive
star- Wang Song was waiting in the club's magnificent and elegant lobby. Upon seeing Guan Yaoshi enter, he hurriedly
stood up, smiling broadly, and shook hands with her, saying, "Welcome, beautiful Guan! It's an honor to dine with such a beauty
." As he spoke, he used his other hand to caress Guan Yaoshi's soft hand, his eyes
fixed revealed by her lace bra below her neckline.

Guan Yaoshi gently pulled her hand away, saying, "Not at all, Director Wang, you're too kind."

Realizing his gaze had been somewhat inappropriate, Wang Song coughed awkwardly. "The room has been arranged;
let's go up together." He then led a waitress to a luxurious private room on the fifth floor. The room
was warmly decorated and romantically decorated, with several exquisite dishes laid out on the marble table, and a bottle of fine red wine already
opened.

Guan Yaoshi was a little confused as she didn't see any other guests. Wang Song waved away the waitress, smiling broadly as he said he had something
come up and couldn't make it, but the matter had been taken care of. He explained that he had invited her here today mainly to get to know the beautiful Guan and make
friends. Guan Yaoshi was slightly annoyed that Wang Song had made an excuse to invite her out, but she was used to these kinds of social engagements, so she
gracefully sat down. After casually eating a few bites of appetizers and sipping some red wine, Guan Yaoshi cut straight to the
point.

Wang Song averted his burning gaze from Guan Yaoshi's lustrous chest, gave an awkward laugh, and said, "I did
n't invite you here today for any other reason. Ever since I met Miss Guan today, I've been deeply captivated by your beauty,
and I've been looking for an opportunity to get to know you. I'm truly honored that you accepted my invitation, Yaoshi."

Guan Yaoshi smiled faintly, "Thank you for your kind offer, Director Wang. Please help me with my business first."

Wang Song noticed that Guan Yaoshi's smile was like seaweed blooming, and her ample breasts rose and fell with her slight trembling shoulders
. A surge of lust rose in his lower abdomen, and his penis twitched twice in his pants. He quickly picked up
his wine glass urged Guan Yaoshi to take another sip, promising to return the document to her afterward.

Guan Yaoshi had no idea that Wang Song had already mixed a potent aphrodisiac into the wine. Determined to get things
done , and relying on her decent alcohol tolerance, she drank it all with Wang Song in one gulp.

After drinking the drug, she felt a wave of intoxication wash over her, and a series of erotic thoughts arose in her mind. The most vivid
memory was of her son's fingers subtly penetrating her vagina during the massage that day. Thinking this, she felt
her mouth dry, her body burning, and a warm liquid began to well up deep within her vagina, soaking a large patch of her delicate
black stockings along the edge of her soft panties. Wang Song's large face gradually transformed into her son's handsome features, and she only wanted
to rush over and passionately unite with him.

Just as Guan Yaoshi was about to lose her senses, her phone, which she always carried close to her body, vibrated slightly. Out of
convenience and habit, Guan Yaoshi always kept her phone in her inner pocket of her shirt. This vibration
briefly , making her realize that Wang Song had drugged her. However, she was too weak to call for help,
so she quietly pressed the answer button, resigning herself to fate.

At this moment, Wang Song saw Guan Yaoshi's face flushed red, her phoenix eyes revealing a seductive charm, her slender legs crossed and gently twisting, her breath coming in soft gasps
. He knew the drug was taking effect and the time was ripe. He secretly praised the "Aphrodisiac Powder" he bought from India, saying it was indeed incredibly effective
. It could make even the chaste Deng Yujiao as wanton as Pan Jinlian, and it never failed him. With a lewd laugh, he stepped forward and
pulled Guan Yaoshi into his arms, groping her all over. He felt her full, soft breasts and plump, elastic buttocks, and
then opened his mouth wide to suckle at her lips.

In her dazed state, Guan Yaoshi, with the last shred of consciousness, said into the phone, "You're drugging and raping me. My
son knows I'm on the fifth floor of Golden Years and is coming to pick me up." Then, losing all sense of self, she felt only her son Xu
Qi's small mouth approaching hers and eagerly began to suckle.

Wang Songyuan, one of the behind-the-scenes shareholders of Golden Years, had made preparations beforehand. Guan Yaoshi's arrival
was like meat on a chopping block, completely at his mercy. Seeing that the drug was taking effect and she wouldn't wake up for several hours
, he remained calm. He supported Guan Yaoshi's back with one hand, while the other slipped inside her bra, grasping one of
her breasts and gently pinching the small, jade-like nipple, slowly playing with it. His long tongue penetrated deep into her
smooth mouth, teasing her teeth and sucking the nectar from her lips like fine wine, making
smacking sounds as he drank.

In her dazed state, Guan Yaoshi only felt her son, Xu Qi, embracing and kissing her. She felt both joy and shyness
, her lower body unbearably itchy, hoping her son would grant her his wish. With her eyes closed, she breathed heavily, her lower body gushing with desire.

In a daze, she felt herself being pushed onto the carpet. Her clothes were stripped off, and a sticky, large mouth was sucking on her
nipple, the tongue swirling around the areola. The tongue then slid across her chest,
pausing briefly at her navel before pressing against her groin. Her tight-fitting skirt was slowly pulled down, and the long tongue continued along her groin
, through her stockings and panties, hooking and probing her vulva, drawing streams of viscous fluid from her clitoris
into her mouth, swallowing mouthful after mouthful.

Guan Yaoshi fantasized that her son had allowed her to perform oral sex on her genitals, and she was lost in the moment, her legs
tightly gripping Wang Song's head. She felt a strange itch, a tingling sensation, and a deep, penetrating sensation that only by reaching deep inside
could the itch be relieved.

Wang Song swallowed a few mouthfuls of honeyed liquid, grabbed Guan Yaoshi's stockings and pulled them down, tearing them off along with her underwear
. He saw several strands of soft pubic hair evenly distributed under Guan Yaoshi's groin, her two vulva mounds standing high like
freshly steamed buns, a thin slit in the middle slightly open, a pea-sized clitoris
standing erect on the slit, and pools of vaginal fluid accumulating in the crevice below, flowing down her perineum and converging into her small, scarlet
anus, which resembled a daisy.

This scene made Wang Songqing swallow hard, swallowing several mouthfuls of saliva mixed with Guan Yaoshi's secretions. He turned Guan Yaoshi
over , making her kneel on the ground with her round buttocks sticking out. He pursed his lips and kissed Guan Yaoshi's anus,
sucking the love juice into his mouth before forcefully probing the entrance with his tongue. At first, he felt Guan Yaoshi's anus tighten and
loosen, feeling incredibly tight. After licking it a few times, he felt the anus gradually relax. Then, he tightly wrapped his lips
around the folds and sucked deeply, actually turning Guan Yaoshi's anus inside out.

He then pressed his tongue in forcefully, and his tongue was rolled
back . It was tight and slippery, so he quickly took the opportunity to frantically stir his tongue inside Guan Yaoshi's rectum. He felt that even
the feces of a beautiful woman were a delicacy, slowly savoring them. It took a long time before he withdrew his tongue from Guan Yaoshi's anus.

Guan Yaoshi felt her anus being frantically licked and pressed by her son's skillful tongue. It was a feeling she
had never experienced when making love with her husband before—a mixture of shame, itchiness, and numbness, indescribably wonderful. She felt wave after wave of orgasms about to hit her
when suddenly those wet lips enveloped her anus and sucked hard. She felt her anus being
forced open by that suction, like the pleasant feeling of defecating. Then, a soft, long tongue slid
into her rectum through her open anus. The tip of the tongue stirred around her rectum, and
the instant the tongue withdrew from her anus, her vagina spasmed, she cried out, and a stream of golden urine shot out from her urethra.

Wang Song was just about to slip his tongue out of Guan Yaoshi's anus, feeling her smooth buttocks twitch.
He saw her vulva, like a steamed bun's slit, open and close. Then, Guan Yaoshi screamed, and a stream of golden urine gushed from
deep within her. Wang Song, not wanting to waste a single drop, opened his mouth wide and caught it…

(To be continued)

Very good article, thanks for sharing. A rather messy article. If the descriptions could be more detailed, it would be even better. A bit chaotic, not exactly a masterpiece. It feels a bit disorganized, and the explicit scenes are always glossed over; before you can even savor them, it's over. However, it's quite long. I hope the author continues to improve.

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