[The Strange Treasure Trove of Erotic Stories: Campus Erotic Rumors]

The Strange Treasure Mirror of Lust: Campus Erotic Rumors
Author: Unknown
Word Count: 28645
A mountain city, on the outskirts.
Against the backdrop of beautiful mountain scenery, a modern senior high school—No. 100 Middle School—stands in the urban-rural fringe
. No. 100 Middle School is the educational model of this city. Compared with other, less modern urban facilities, No. 100 Middle School
stands out like a crane among chickens, elegant and refined.
Working at this school is an honor, a source of inner vanity, for every educator in the city
. Of course, local students only make up 20% of No. 100 Middle School, while
students from the provincial capital and children of high-ranking officials from other places constitute the majority. These children have very complex backgrounds; some have parents holding
important positions, others are entrepreneurs. In short, this is a paradise for wealthy children, as evidenced by the annual
"educational subsidy fee" of 23,000 yuan.
I have been working at No. 100 Middle School for 5 years. Although I am only 39 years old this year, I am already considered
a veteran of No. 100 Middle School. Even the newly appointed principal and party secretary treat me differently and are always very polite to me.
Last year, I was appointed as the director of the No. 100 Middle School's college entrance examination department. Together with the group leader of the high school Chinese teaching group
and the class teacher of Class 3 of Grade 1, I actually hold three positions. Not only can my monthly salary be maintained at
around 2,000 yuan, but I am also overwhelmed with people coming to ask for favors.
For this mountain city, a monthly income of 2,000 yuan is something that ordinary people dare not even think about.
I heard that the mayor's secretary in the city only earns more than 1,000 yuan a month! I feel very proud! Really!
But I also have things I am not satisfied with. Just when my career was advancing by leaps and bounds and my work
was going very well, my husband, an ordinary worker, suddenly proposed to divorce me! And my
daughter, whom I raised with great difficulty, actually sided with him! This really made me furious! In a fit of anger, I kicked them all out
of the house!
Originally, I thought my husband was just trying to scare me by teaming up with our daughter because he couldn't stand being treated so poorly. I thought my
actions were simply to let him know that in this economically driven society, the same
age-old rule applies to families: whoever earns more money calls the shots!
But I never expected this man, who had been under my "high-pressure" rule for so many years, to actually take things
seriously! He kept threatening to take me to court. I was starting to regret my actions, but his antics really infuriated me
! In a fit of anger, I resolutely signed the divorce papers, completely kicking this little man into the Atlantic Ocean!
I was 35 years old when I divorced. With my qualifications, I could easily find a good man to marry, but I
had too many things to do in my career, too much work, and before I knew it, I was almost 40. I gradually
lost interest in settling down and focused all my energy on my career.
"Ring..." At 8 a.m., the school bell rang on time. I walked briskly
behind the teacher towards the classroom. Passing the full-length mirror in the activity hall, I stopped and, as usual,
carefully looked at myself, tidying up my hair and clothes.
Over the years, I've been quite satisfied with my skincare.
I've consistently used high-end face masks every day and had regular grooming sessions every week. My skin is fair and smooth, as if it's been thoroughly nourished by milk. My long, flowing hair is styled into a dignified, large
wave. I have thin eyebrows, large eyes, double eyelids, and straight, delicate lips. My
lips, neither too big nor too small, are coated with a light, high-end lipstick. A pair of light-prescription, high-end gold-rimmed glasses is
one of the rewards I received when I helped a businessman's son enroll in school; they're genuine Italian "Dinau" brand glasses.
The light orange high-slit suit skirt was specially made for senior teachers by the school, and it suited me perfectly. Although
the skirt was a bit small, making my chest and hips look tight, I still wore a black French
designer bra. I heard that this kind of bra can support the breasts and keep them upright, which is
perfect for my two overly large breasts.
As for my lower body, I paid even more attention to its care. My daily running exercise had given my buttocks elasticity,
always keeping them high and perky. To avoid my buttocks being too prominent, I wore genuine Japanese shaping pantyhose
. The flesh-colored stockings had super elasticity and tightly wrapped around my ample buttocks. I always pay special
attention to matching my shoes, and the flesh-colored stockings paired with pure white high heels made me look very proper.
After tidying everything up, I confidently walked towards the classroom...
Class 3 of Grade 1 is the key class of the entire high school department. It used to be the "Soviet Experimental Class". Later, the
Ministry of Education issued a document that made high schools across the country stop experimental classes. However, in our school, Class 3 of Grade 1 inherited the tradition
. Only the top 30 students in the entrance examination can join this class. The male-female ratio in our class is greatly
imbalanced. The phenomenon of male dominance and female dominance is becoming more and more obvious. Among the 30 students in the class, there are 34 boys and
only 6 girls. It seems that the "preference for boys over girls" in education is also common.
As soon as I entered the classroom, the class monitor, Li Yuan, stood up and shouted, "Stand up!" Then everyone shouted to me
, "Hello, teacher!"
I stood on the podium and quickly looked at each student. Then I bowed slightly and said, "Okay, everyone, please sit down."
After the students sat down, I opened my lesson preparation book and said, "Now we will start class. Please turn to
page 69 of your books. Today we will talk about the third lesson, an excerpt from Mr. Lu Xun's Diary of a Madman..." The sound of reading came from the classroom
.
Forty minutes passed quickly. I checked my watch; there was still some time left. I assigned a few thought-provoking
questions for the students to work on freely. The classroom soon became lively as the students discussed the questions. I watched the students
' enthusiastic discussion with satisfaction, then suddenly, as if remembering something, I called out to the class monitor, Li Yuan, "Li Yuan, come here for a moment."
Li Yuan hurriedly got up from his seat and ran to me. I said to him, "The argumentative essays I assigned last week
can be collected today. Have everyone hand them in after class and then take them to my office."
Li Yuan nodded as he listened, saying, "Teacher Liu, I understand, don't worry."
I patted him on the shoulder, signaling him to return to his seat, and Li Yuan left. I was equally satisfied with this class monitor.
Li Yuan is a fairly honest boy, not very tall, but of good character, well-dressed, cheerful, with leadership
and organizational skills. Most importantly, he's studious, consistently ranking among the top three in his class. Privately speaking, Li Yuan
's family background is also quite impressive: his father is a mid-to-high-level cadre in the provincial health department, and his mother is
the chief accountant of the province's largest steel group. They're well-off
. However, in terms of family background, Li Yuan probably doesn't even rank! From what I understand, every student in this class
has quite a background. Zhou Min's father is the deputy director of the provincial public security department; Li Na's mother is the head of the provincial education department
; Zhao Changshui's father is the director of the municipal land administration bureau; Lu Xiaoding's father is the head of the municipal organization department, and his mother
is even more impressive—a vice mayor; Feng Yue's uncle is the party secretary of the province's largest import and export company; Han
Bin's father is a well-known private entrepreneur in the province…
and so on! These kids are truly pampered, enjoying a life of luxury from a young age; it's truly enviable.
Because of this, managing this class is quite different from regular classes. The students are all
fearless and mischievous, willful, and prone to tantrums. Therefore, considering these factors, I use some
unconventional methods, such as organizing trips for them during holidays and having a few of the troublemakers come to my home
for a heart-to-heart talk on Sundays. Educating them while also considering their backgrounds is no easy task!
"Ring..." The bell rang, and the students stood up. I stood up too, bowed, and said, "Okay, class dismissed
."
After class, I returned to my office, poured myself a cup of Nescafé, and sat
behind my high-end desk to savor it. The music for the morning exercises played from the large playground outside. All the students in the school
were gathered on the playground preparing for their exercises, making the hallways noisy. I finally got a rare moment of peace and quiet.
During recess, all teachers and students were supposed to go downstairs for morning exercises, but I was an exception. Because I was a senior teacher, I
had long ago delegated this troublesome task to the new PE teacher. I was alone in the office,
quietly resting.
Suddenly! The office door was kicked hard from the outside! A loud "bang!" echoed, especially
loud in the empty office! The sound startled me!
The coffee cup in my hand fell onto my lap, scalding me and making me scream, "Ouch..."
I was stunned for a moment, then quickly stood up, opened the door, and shouted, "Who! Which student!" But
there was nothing outside. My voice echoed in the hallway. My anger made me feel mocked. I hurriedly turned
back, grabbed a handkerchief, and wiped the coffee off my skirt. I was furious!
I managed to wipe it clean, then rushed out, checking each classroom, determined to find the kid who had kicked the door! In
my opinion, this must have been done by a student. A teacher would never do such a thing. It must be a student who harbors
resentment towards the teacher. I must find out who did it! I must give them a severe scolding! And then a disciplinary action! Only in this
way can I uphold the dignity of my teacher!
But I searched the entire building, from class one to class seven, and couldn't find a single student. All the students
were downstairs doing exercises.
Disappointed, I walked back to my office. The moment I entered, I suddenly felt like I had stepped on something
. Looking down, I saw a gray envelope at my feet. I quickly picked it up. The envelope was very thin, seemingly
containing only a single sheet of paper, tightly sealed with tape. I hurried to my desk, opened the envelope, and
found a neatly folded sheet of printed paper inside. I opened it and read: "
To the most sexy, most beautiful, and most charming teacher, Ms. Liu Li, of No. 100 Middle School:
I am an ordinary student. All along, I have always..." I've secretly loved you. When I learned you were
divorced and had been living alone for years, I could no longer contain my excitement. During the day I looked at you, and
at night I thought of you. In bed, I dreamt of your body: your heavy, large breasts, grape-like
nipples, your plump, white, and elastic buttocks, your beautiful and mysterious pubic hair, and that
vagina that everyone adores. What intoxicated me most was your irresistible anus with its beautiful anal hair
… At this moment, my penis was already incredibly large!
Although I'm only 16, I swear on my honor that I'm an adult, and my penis is second to none
. It's incredibly hard, incredibly thick, and incredibly long! Especially my proudest crown—
my huge penis head! It's enough to make you feel like you're dying within five minutes! Making you wish you were dead…
I want to rape you! I want to rape you with my huge penis! "May you be as happy as a god...
Your loving student: Anonymous"
After reading this lewd letter, I almost fainted. I quickly sat down in a chair, trembling all over.
This, this! I simply couldn't believe this came from the hand of a 16-year-old student! Too...
What angered me even more was that when I recalled the obscene words in the letter, I felt my face
flush, my heart race, my whole body heat up, and my two straight thighs involuntarily clenched together. Especially my sensitive spot felt
numb and itchy! Could it be that I really...? I dared not think any further.
After calming down, I explained my physical reaction.
I was in my early thirties when I got divorced. As the saying goes, "Thirty is like a wolf, forty is like a tiger." Women at this
age are very sexually driven, but at this crucial moment, I lost my legal sexual partner
—my husband.
Although I had very strong sexual fantasies and desires when I was alone, reason still
managed to suppress the desire, but this was only temporary. Once there was the slightest opening, the sexual desire would immediately erupt
! Like a flood, unstoppable! Devouring all reason and tradition, I finally realized: I must find
a way to release my sexual desires!
"02-13" The Curious Treasure Trove of Lust: Campus Erotic Rumors (Part Two)
(Part Two)
Who wrote this letter? In the high school, I have students from Class 1 to Class 7. With so many students
, it's really a bit difficult to find the boy among them!
But now we can be sure that the letter was written by a boy, which eliminates all the girls in the entire grade.
Moreover, the boy who wrote this letter must be of very poor character and academically weak, thus
excluding some of the good students. I arrogantly began my covert "reconnaissance," determined to find this kid, even though
I had other plans. For now, finding him was the priority.
After this incident, I became more vigilant, carefully observing each of my students.
A whole week passed, and I didn't receive any more indecent letters. As the intensity of the studies increased, my nerves
relaxed.
On Tuesday, after evening self-study, although it was almost 9 pm, I was still sitting in my office grading students
' assignments. My colleagues had all gone home, but I, without household chores, focused on
working late. By then, the students had long since gone home, and the hallway was quiet.
Suddenly! "Bang!" A loud crash echoed as the office door was kicked open. The sound was so sudden
that I jumped and screamed, "Ah!"
But I reacted quickly, rushing to the office door, opening it, and running into the hallway. The hallway was brightly
lit and eerily quiet, except for the clinking of my high heels on the floor.
Both ends of the hallway led downstairs. I first ran to the east end, but there was no movement. Then
I ran to the west end, but again, there was no movement. I couldn't understand how this guy could run so
fast!
Finally, I hurried back to the office and, sure enough, found a gray envelope on the floor by the door. I picked it up
, closed the office door, and slowly sat back down in my chair. Only after I calmed down did I
open the envelope and read the typewriter-printed letter.
To Ms. Liu Li, the sexiest, most beautiful, and prettiest teacher at No. 100 Middle School:
I am increasingly unable to control my admiration for you, teacher. Every day, when I study late into the night, I
crawl into bed, fantasizing about your body while rapidly masturbating my large penis. Whenever I
think of Ms. Liu Li's body, my penis quickly becomes erect, tirelessly standing tall,
squeezing out large amounts of sticky "juice" from its head.
I fantasize about you shyly consuming it, patiently cleaning everything off my penis… I excitedly
throw myself into your arms, sucking your nipples, touching your penis, digging into your anus, and nibbling your smelly feet.
Under my ministrations, you cry out, shouting, "Little darling! Fuck me in! Hurry… I'm itchy
! I'm horny! I'm wanton!"
…
The moment my penis enters your horny state, we simultaneously begin our "happy march," you humming
, I yawning, thoroughly enjoying ourselves. Just as I was about to ejaculate, you cried out in a wanton voice, "No, don't ejaculate
inside, ejaculate in my little mouth, I want to taste my husband's big sperm! I want it! I want it!" Then
, after your repeated pleas, I finally ejaculated my hot semen into your little mouth…
Just reading this made my head spin, the world spun around me. No wonder,
how could I, with my good upbringing, accept such obscene words? Although my previous husband, out of jealousy of my career success,
had once trained me to be like a wanton slut in bed, that was, after all, a legally married couple's bedroom game. But
this… My brain was almost unable to think; I felt like a jumble of emotions had been spilled—shyness, embarrassment, anticipation,
fantasy, anger… These feelings overwhelmed me; I truly didn't know how to face it.
After pondering for a long time, I still couldn't come up with a good solution, so I had no choice but to take the letter with me and bring it home.
And so, almost half a semester passed. Every few days I would receive such letters—a total of
21! I felt myself becoming numb. Finally, whenever the office door was kicked open,
I no longer searched the hallway like a cat chasing a mouse. Instead, I slowly walked to the door, opened it, peeked out,
looked left and right, then slowly picked up the envelope and closed the door.
As the final exams approached, I received fewer and fewer letters. It seemed this student was starting to study harder;
at least he wasn't completely averse to learning. Regarding this new phenomenon, I decided to pick up my pen and write him
a letter too!
To the anonymous student:
I don't know what to say, but as your teacher, I want to tell you that I received your letter and
read its contents. I hope you will respect yourself and stop playing hide-and-seek. I am your teacher, and I have studied psychology
. I know you are just going through a phase of adolescent impulse. I hope you can put all your energy into your studies
to prepare for the upcoming final exams. I can overlook your past behavior, but you must
promise not to write any more letters.
I had originally intended to write it this way, but my inner curiosity and some thoughts I couldn't even believe myself made me
hesitate for a long time before finally writing it down:
"...Anonymous student, if you have any further questions, I'm happy to discuss them with you, but not by letter
. You can email me: liuli7981333@sina...
"
After writing it, I put the letter in an envelope and placed it in my desk drawer.
A few nights later, because I had to grade assignments, I worked late. After the school closed, I left
the letter on the office door, writing in red pen on the envelope: "To: Anonymous Student." Then, I immersed myself in my work
. Work made me forget everything else, and it wasn't until 9 pm when I was packing up to go home that I
remembered the letter. I rushed to the office door, opened it, and the letter was gone!
The feeling was strange. I hoped for an email, yet I was also afraid someone else would get it.
Finally, I thought, it's best to be nonchalant. After all, my name wasn't on the email; if anything happened, I could just
deny it.
It seems my email worked. From then until summer vacation, I wasn't bothered again.
The annual long holiday began, and I returned to my home in the city. Although it's a small apartment, I still plan to
buy a bigger one. I've already planned my summer vacation: rest at home for half a month, then visit
my daughter. I also plan to take her to the provincial capital for a few days, and then go to Beijing to visit some elders…
Summers in the North are scorching. That day, after getting up, I took a good shower, ate a hearty breakfast
, and then turned on the TV. While watching TV and browsing the internet, I suddenly noticed a new email in my inbox from an
anonymous classmate. For some reason, I felt a surge of excitement. I
opened the email with trembling hands. The message was short, containing only a few sentences: "
Teacher Liu Li, I want to see you and have sex with you. If you agree, please reply; otherwise, I will no longer bother you
.
" What kind of letter was this? It was practically an ultimatum! I was furious and threw the letter into the trash can.
...
Calming down, I thought carefully about what I wanted. Sex? A man's penis? Or traditional
values? Abstinence?
If I still had any rationality, why hadn't I burned those 21 typed-out "rogue
letters"?
Why did my attitude towards this matter shift from anger to indifference, and finally even anticipation?
There's only one explanation: I'm human too, a woman, a woman without a man. I also crave love and sex
, even to the point of being unable to control my desires! These past few days, every time I fall asleep, I'm tormented by fantasies of a large, young
penis. Even in my dreams, I can't help but scratch my vagina and anus to quench my thirst. I don't want to go on like this anymore
! I want it! I really want it!
Having made up my mind, I reopened my computer, retrieved the email from the "trash can," and replied: "
Anonymous, after consideration, I think I can give it a try, but you must keep it a secret. If you can
, please reply
." After sending the email, I waited anxiously. To my surprise, a reply came shortly after. "
To the sexiest, most beautiful, and prettiest teacher, Ms. Liu Li, of No. 100 Middle School:
Ms. Liu! I salute you with my greatest penis! I'm so excited! So happy! Today
, I want to come to your place right away! Please tell me your address."
I hurriedly replied:
"Anonymous, my address is: Building 9, Unit 3, Room 301, Dafuyuan Community, Cuibai Road.
I hope you can keep this a secret, and you must."
After sending the message, my mind was blank for a long time. I didn't know what I was doing,
let alone what would happen next. I shut down the computer, went to the bathroom, and took a shower.
After the shower, my mind cleared up a bit. I sat in front of the dressing table in the bedroom and carefully dressed myself,
trying not to think about moral, ethical, or teacher-related matters. I took off my clothes and stood in front of the mirror
, examining my body. Everything was so beautiful.
I bit my lip and rummaged through the closet for a set of high-quality lingerie: a pure black bra and a pair of panties.
Holding these, I thought of the times I used to make love with my husband. I have to admit, my ex-husband
was really skilled in bed. Every time we made love, he would at least make me kneel on the bed and beg for mercy.
The most unforgettable time was when he tormented me all night, eventually making me incontinent. With a little
more effort, he even made me poop! But the extreme physical
stimulation and pleasure I experienced is unforgettable, which is probably why I crave sex so much.
Following my husband's instructions, I put on a black bra, black panties, black stockings,
and black high heels. The mysterious and sexy black made me look even more alluring.
In broad daylight, I drew all the curtains and waited quietly.
"Knock knock knock… knock knock knock…" The rapid, forceful knocking startled me awake. I jumped
up from the sofa and rushed to the door. I didn't dare look through the peephole, afraid of seeing a familiar face. Finally
, I mustered my courage and opened the door!
"Ah! It's you!" I was stunned to see the person outside.
(III)
Standing before me was a thin, small old man, wearing thick glasses and holding an
account book. It turned out to be our building manager—Old Xu.
My surprise stemmed from the fact that I suddenly realized I was only wearing underwear,
not even pajamas! I had so abruptly opened the door.
I quickly closed the door and called out to Old Xu, "Uncle Xu, wait, wait!"
Old Xu didn't seem to notice my attire, let alone his nearsightedness. He said from outside, "
Oh, it's nothing, it's nothing. Well, our building is currently having a Patriotic Health Month, a rat extermination campaign.
Each household pays 5 yuan. We're planning to use that 5 yuan to buy some rat poison, and then…"
Old Xu was truly senile; even his speech was so rambling.
I felt a sense of loss, and somewhat annoyed, I took out five yuan and stuffed it into his hand, saying, "Here's
your money, goodbye."
Without waiting for Old Xu to finish speaking, I closed the door.
After Old Xu left, I suddenly felt tired and troubled, and slumped into the sofa.
It was noon, and the weather outside was getting warmer. I took a bottle of soda from the freezer
, my mood becoming even more irritable: What the hell! Playing games with me! Come on! Why aren't you coming! Are you trying to kill me
!
I got angrier and angrier, went into the bedroom, slammed the door shut, and collapsed onto the bed, falling into a deep sleep.
In my hazy state, I suddenly heard someone knocking on the door. I immediately woke up, quietly opened
the bedroom door, and listened carefully. Sure enough! Although the knocking wasn't loud, it was still clearly audible
: "Knock, knock, knock... knock, knock, knock..." I slowly walked to the door, my heart pounding,
my fingers even feeling a little numb. This time, I decided to look through the peephole; whatever I saw, I wanted
to see!
The knocking continued rhythmically. The closer I got to the door, the more nervous I became, even feeling short of breath
. I stared intently through the peephole.
Outside, a slender figure, not tall, but radiating energy, his slightly youthful face
displaying intelligence and determination. Although I couldn't see his clothes clearly, they were definitely designer summer attire.
Because I recognized that outfit all too well—our class monitor, Li Yuan, always dressed like that!
In that instant, everything became clear! The person who had been troubling me for almost a semester was none other
than Li Yuan, the class monitor, whom I had always considered the pride of Class 3, Grade 1, and a role model for all the students!
I opened the door.
Li Yuan stood outside, almost expressionless, just looking at me with a cunning glint in his eyes.
I stared back at Li Yuan, also silent, my mind blank.
"Teacher, may I come in?" Li Yuan suddenly spoke.
Although his voice wasn't loud, it seemed to have a magical power over me. I quickly turned to the side and said, "Oh, come in
."
Watching Li Yuan, who barely reached my chest, enter the room, I slowly closed and locked the door.
Li Yuan first looked at the living room's layout, then suddenly smiled and said, "It's pretty much what I expected."
My mind hadn't fully recovered from the numbness, and I subconsciously took a bottle of soda from the freezer,
saying to Li Yuan, "Come on, sit down. Is it hot outside? Have something to drink." Li Yuan
and I sat close together.
Li Yuan took a sip of his soda, and for a moment, the room became quiet and heavy.
"So, did you write all of those?" I finally managed to think of a question and blurted it out.
"Yeah." Li Yuan answered casually, as if nothing had happened.
"Li Yuan, I, I really didn't expect it to be you. Really, you're such a good student in class, you've always...
"
Before I could finish, Li Yuan suddenly interrupted me, saying, "I've always been your pride as your homeroom teacher,
a role model for all the students, a top student in the whole school, a good child to parents, a good student to teachers, the future of the country, and
a pillar of society." Li Yuan rattled off a string of questions, leaving me speechless, just staring blankly at him.
Li Yuan took a sip of his soda and continued, "Liu Li, please allow me to call you that, because I'm
here today for a date, and with your permission. Please don't treat me like your student; I'm a man
."
Looking at Li Yuan's precocious manner, I suddenly felt a sense of amusement, but I couldn't quite manage a laugh.
The adolescent psychology I learned at teachers' college couldn't explain anything before me. But one thing was certain
: although Li Yuan was only a teenager, his mental age had long surpassed his physical age.
Yet, I simply couldn't see him as a man. Perhaps it was because I hadn't yet tried having sex with him,
but subconsciously, I was beginning to see him as a man, not my student!
After hesitating for a long, long time, I finally said, "How do we begin..."
A barely perceptible smile flashed in Li Yuan's big eyes...
...
...
"No...no..." I knelt on the floor, while Li Yuan squatted on the sofa, as if defecating. His
legs were spread apart, and his large, bald penis was already thick and hard, pointing forward
like a giant cannon on a warship. As I sucked on his thick penis head
and hard shaft with my mouth, Li Yuan trembled all over, and his two feet on the sofa shook slightly.
"Oh! Lili! Again! Again! Harder! Eat! Eat harder! I'm coming! Ah..." Li Yuan
said excitedly, his eyes closed and his hands gripping my hair.
I can hardly remember how Li Yuan and I started. It seems like we kissed first, then he pulled off my bra
, rhythmically squeezing my breasts while using his fingers to stimulate my clitoris until I reached a small orgasm. Only then
did Li Yuan instruct me to "sound the charge." I don't know where Li Yuan learned these sexual techniques, but
I have to admit that Li Yuan's timing was perfect, arousing my long-dormant sexual desire.
Once this demon of lust erupted from within me, it would completely control my mind and body.
But Li Yuan also had a weakness: his actual sexual experience was practically zero. This time with me was his
first time, which was an immense honor for me!
I patiently knelt on the floor, my hands reaching into my crotch to rummage around, my small mouth slowly and forcefully manipulating
the glistening head of his penis. My soft, slippery tongue incessantly sucked and teased the cleft of the head, swallowing
the squeezed-out "special juice" without hesitation, savoring the
unique, pungent taste of the large male penis!
Just as things were getting heated, Li Yuan began to unleash his power. He controlled my head, thrusting his thick, hard
penis in and out. Although he was still a bit clumsy, it was already quite impressive. Because his penis was so large and
strong, I couldn't swallow it all at once, but I still tried my best to keep
the head of his penis in my mouth for as long as possible until I couldn't hold on any longer and spat it out.
Li Yuan thrust in and out, then suddenly trembled, forcefully pushing the head of his penis into my throat.
"Ah..." Thick, hot, viscous semen erupted instantly. I couldn't think straight;
I just instinctively swallowed large gulps of the semen.
"No..." I sucked hard on the gradually shrinking head of his penis, hoping to squeeze out more
, but this first time's semen had already made me half full.
Li Yuan let out a long sigh, plopped down on the sofa, and looked at me with a smile. I sat
on the floor, savoring the taste.
"Lili, that was great! So exciting! It's like night and day compared to when I did it myself! I'm so happy!"
Li Yuan said.
I nodded, picked up my soda and took a couple of sips. Although Li Yuan thought it was great, I felt an increasingly
unbearable itching inside!
By now, I was completely consumed by lust, all rationality drowned in the sea of desire.
I impatiently spread my legs wide, pointed my toes, and rapidly thrust my right middle finger in and out
of my wetness, letting out wild cries: "Oh! Faster! Come on! My darling husband! It's so itchy
! Oh! Oh!"
Li Yuan, true to his youthful vigor, regained his composure within minutes, his thick...
His hairless penis stood up again, pointing directly at my wet hole between my legs. Suddenly, Li Yuan said, "Teacher!
Will I get pregnant?"
I smiled and looked at him, thinking: This little devil is quite serious.
I said, "No! Teacher already had a tubal ligation, so you can come without worry! Hurry up! It's so itchy!"
Although Li Yuan didn't quite understand what a tubal ligation was, my words reassured him, and he pounced on me like a
hungry tiger. Because he was still small, he was almost completely
enveloped by my tender flesh, truly a "gentle paradise."
Li Yuan squeezed one of my big breasts hard with one hand, while the other hand reached down to my thighs and kneaded
the thick flesh of my buttocks. He opened his mouth and sucked hard on my other nipple, while his big penis poked and prodded outside the entrance,
unable to penetrate. As I responded intensely, I thought: I'm still young and don't know
the right way.
I laughed and said, "Don't rush, take your time, I'll help you."
Then, I used my small hand to pinch the head of his penis against the door and said to him, "Push it in hard!"
Li Yuan pushed, and the huge head of his penis burst through the door. We both exclaimed in unison, "Ah!"
Once inside, Li Yuan started moving. Although his movements were still a little clumsy, he was at least in the right direction.
The thrusting gradually increased the amount of vaginal fluid inside, making the thrusting more lubricated, and Li Yuan gradually began to feel
the pleasure of fucking!
"Plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop..." "Slap slap slap slap slap..."
The collision of flesh against flesh created a wonderful "fuck symphony." Immediately afterwards, the two high-pitched voices began to chant the great
primal poem!
"I... Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ah! Ah! Ah! I'm in heaven! Ah! Ah! Oh! Oh..." I
sang loudly and lewdly, my thighs wrapped around Li Yuan's buttocks.
"Hmm! Hmm! No! Old... Teacher... Lili! Ah! Ah! Heh! Heh..." Li Yuan's thin body
seemed to contain immense power. His thick, powerful penis forcefully violated me, this 39-year-old
repressed slut. With each thrust, his thick penis shaft was covered in lewd fluids, making it even smoother
as he manipulated me!

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