A Tale of Lust and Misfortune (10) (The End)

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Chapter Ten
The flower path has never been swept for guests, but today the humble gate is opened for you.
It turned out that the two so-called files that had been decompressed were two videos, each about 100MB in size. Since the filenames were only letters and numbers, the specific content of the videos was unknown.
I turned to look at Madam Wu Yue and asked for her opinion: "May I click to play?" But after seeing that they were two videos, Madam Wu Yue seemed even more nervous than before! She seemed to have a premonition of something, the scene she feared most. Her body tense caused her breathing to quicken noticeably, and her high, firm breasts rose and fell frequently with her rapid heartbeat. She unconsciously pressed herself tightly against my chest. Seeing that she was at a loss, I took it upon myself to click on one of the videos.
After the video started playing, I clicked on full-screen mode.
The initial screen showed a luxuriously decorated room with a high-end bed in the center. From the side, a floral carpet was visible on the floor, with several strange objects on it: a large pink ball, undoubtedly an exercise ball; and a strange, light purple chair, like the kind commonly found in gynecological clinics, complete with leg-split devices, various armrests, bondage straps, and an adjustable leather backrest. Most strangely, the chair had a small, backless round seat attached to it, directly facing the two leg-split devices. Seeing this strange chair, I suddenly remembered a scene I'd seen in an adult film, and it dawned on me: this was the legendary sex chair (octopus chair)!
Just seeing this sex chair told me this room was unusual, and I could guess about 70-80% of what was to come. I couldn't help but steal a glance at my master's wife, Wu Yue, sitting right next to me. She seemed a little bewildered by the empty screen, staring blankly as if trying to find some information related to my master. She didn't seem to recognize the love chair; otherwise, she wouldn't be so calm.
"Oh, poor master's wife," I thought, "I bet what's coming next is a scene of my master having sex with another woman. I wonder how she'll react when she sees her husband passionately making love with another woman? Should I tell her to stop watching? I think she'll be traumatized." Thinking this, I said,
"Sister-in-law, let's not watch anymore. I've basically guessed what's going to happen next." I reached to turn off the video.
"Don't turn it off! I've pretty much guessed it too, but I want to see what shameless things Liang Hongwei will do." Wu Yue's wife's tone was already tinged with anger. It seemed she also had a premonition of what was to come.
Sure enough, a naked man and woman soon appeared in the scene. A short-haired man, with his back to the camera, carried a veiled woman with long, dyed purple hair into the room through a side door. Judging from their wet hair and the water droplets on their bodies, they had just bathed together.
Approaching the bed, the man threw the woman onto it, causing ripples to spread across the surface—it seemed to be a waterbed. The woman, not to be outdone, giggled and pulled the man down onto the bed as well. As the man lay on his back, his face was clearly captured by the camera: sharp eyebrows, piercing eyes, a high nose, and sharply defined features—a resolute and heroic air emanated from his face. Who else could it be but Master? The moment she saw her master's face clearly, Madam Wu Yue became agitated and immediately began to berate him: "Liang Hongwei, you bastard! You're shameless! I never imagined you would actually do such a thing. I was so foolish, completely kept in the dark. I trusted you so much all this time… Waaah…" She even broke down in tears as she continued her rant.
I glanced at her and saw that her expression had shifted from extreme anger to profound sorrow. Seeing her so heartbroken, I felt a pang of sympathy myself. He tightened his arm around his master's wife's slender waist, comforting her,
"Sister-in-law, don't be sad. Master was probably just temporarily seduced by this vixen and lost his mind. He'll definitely regret it later."
But as soon as I finished speaking, a conversation that contradicted my words came from the video:
a woman wearing a mask with a few strands of purple hair said in a coquettish voice, "Brother Liang, you're getting worse and worse. You started getting restless when we were taking a bath together. You weren't like this before, so serious."
"Hehe, isn't it because you, you slut, corrupted me?" Master leered.
"Then why did you come to me? Why don't you go home and find your wife?" The woman's voice was noticeably louder when she said these words, as if she was deliberately speaking to Wu Yue's master's wife off-screen. It seemed that this woman knew she was being filmed, and perhaps she even directed the video herself.
"Hehe, I love your seductive charm in bed. How can my wife compare to you? She's so rigid in bed," Master flattered the woman.
Hearing this, I felt my arm around Master Wu Yue's wife's slender waist tremble again, probably angered by Master's words.
"Hehe, how could you say that to your beloved wife? How heartbroken she would be if she heard that!" the purple-haired masked woman said, feigning compassion. It seemed she was deliberately trying to entice Master to say this to his wife outside the screen.
"I'm telling the truth, Meimei, you're so much better than her in bed. Before I made love with you, I didn't know there were so many ways to have sex. You've truly broadened my horizons," Master exclaimed, probably never imagining that his wife would hear his words behind his back.
Meimei? That's right, the owner of the Meimei Beauty Salon. Although she deliberately wore a mask to conceal her identity, I had already guessed her identity when I saw those few strands of long purple hair, since I already knew about her affair with Master.
"Hmph, why waste so much time on nonsense? Come and lick my little cunt! Believe me or not, I'll tie you up and burn you with candle wax later!" Suddenly, the masked Meimei changed her tone and shouted. She then leaned back on the soft cushions of the waterbed, spreading her legs. This sudden change seemed to switch game modes.
"Yes, my Queen Meimei, your servant will serve you right away." Master even cooperated, suddenly adopting a fawning demeanor, then crawled between the woman's legs, bending down and making loud "tsk tsk" sounds as he sucked and licked her cunt. It seems they're entering queen-training game mode. These two are quite in sync; it seems they've played this scenario more than once.
Seeing this, I was utterly horrified: Damn, what happened to Master? This is such a stark contrast to the resolute man I usually know!
I couldn't help but steal another glance at Master Wu Yue's wife's reaction. She was already covering her gaping mouth with her left hand in astonishment, staring blankly at the video screen with teary eyes. She seemed quite surprised herself. She probably never imagined her husband of so many years would have such an unfathomable side.
The two people in the video seemed oblivious to my wife's and my feelings. While Master Wu Yue knelt between the woman's legs, diligently licking her vulva, the masked, purple-haired Mei Mei looked up at the camera, revealing a triumphant smile. It was the smug smile of a conqueror. She was probably deliberately showing off to Master Wu Yue's wife off-screen. Was she trying to demonstrate that she had successfully stolen her beloved husband from her?
And that wasn't all. A few minutes later, Mei Mei slapped Master Wu Yue's head and said, "Alright, you dog slave, carry me to the octopus chair and fuck me properly with your cock. If you can't make me feel good, you'll be sorry."
"Yes, my Queen Meimei. I will definitely satisfy you." With that, the master actually carried Meimei to the love chair, spread her legs, tied them to the armrests with restraints, and then, holding his dark penis, inserted it into her already wet and throbbing vagina, thrusting vigorously. Soon, the woman's high-pitched, seductive moans filled the screen:
"Ah...you dog slave, tell me the truth, do you prefer fucking me or your wife?"
"Of course I prefer fucking you, my queen," the master replied cooperatively.
What followed was the master's relentless thrusting and Meimei's increasingly wanton moans.
For some reason, after initially being shocked, I soon found myself aroused by the obscene scene on the screen. My penis was already hard, and my crotch was bulging. Afraid of being discovered by my teacher's wife, I quickly slipped my right hand into my pocket and pressed my hard penis against her stomach. Only then did I steal a glance at her.
She was no longer in the mood to watch that obscene video. She covered her face with her hands, sobbing softly. Seeing her heartbroken and devastated expression, my heart bled. I couldn't hold back any longer. I pulled her into my arms, pressing her head against my shoulder, offering her a place to cry. I didn't try to comfort her; I knew that at this moment, it was better to let her release her grief freely.
I turned off the video and simply held her tightly, listening to her sobs. After what seemed like an eternity, her sobs gradually subsided. She weakly rested her head on my shoulder, letting me hold her slender waist tightly. She seemed exhausted from crying, her body limp in my arms.
Seeing that the time was right, I began to persuade her, "Sister-in-law, don't cry anymore. It's not worth ruining your health. Master... sigh." As I tried to comfort her, I
found myself at a loss for words. I couldn't very well start cursing Master, could I? Master's wife didn't react at all, simply resting her head on my shoulder and listening quietly, occasionally letting out a sob.
Once everything calmed down, I suddenly felt two soft, elastic mounds pressing against my chest, an indescribable sensation. I felt the touch of her slender, soft waist through my hands. My heart pounded wildly. This was the first time I had held my long-desired goddess so intimately; how could I not be excited?
To hide my nervousness, I continued to comfort her, but my main focus was no longer on the act itself, but rather on savoring her elegant fragrance and the feel of her skin. So, I spoke without thinking, not even knowing what I was saying, just rambling on and on. But as they say: too much talk leads to mistakes! In a daze, after what felt like an eternity of trying to comfort her, I blurted out the following:
"Sister-in-law, don't be sad. At worst, you can sleep with another man to make him jealous. Since he cheated on you, you can cheat on him too, right? That's fair, isn't it?"
Mrs. Wu Yue, who had been quietly listening to me try to cheer her up with her head resting on my shoulder, suddenly looked up at me in astonishment after I blurted out those words. She probably hadn't expected me to say that line from the movie *Apple*, spoken by Wang Mei, the wife of the foot massage parlor owner, in anger after learning of her husband's infidelity. Actually, that scene where Wang Mei sleeps with another man to get revenge on her husband is my favorite, and I often rewatch it. So, that classic line was etched in my memory, and I blurted it out unintentionally.
Realizing my words were inappropriate, I quickly and nervously turned to Mrs. Wu Yue, afraid she would scold me. But when I looked at her, I found she wasn't angry. She had calmed down from her surprise and was looking me up and down with a strange gaze. When she saw the prominent tent between my legs, her pretty face flushed slightly, and
she quickly looked away. When she saw me looking at her, she immediately closed her eyes again, blushing, and rested her head on my shoulder. However, through her full breasts pressed against my chest, I could feel her heart beating much faster. I'm a very responsible person. Although I didn't have sex with a girlfriend during college, I've experienced everything else and am quite experienced in love. Judging from the rapid thumping of Wu Yue's wife's heart, I could tell she might be somewhat tempted by my suggestion. Moreover, judging from the way she looked at me, she had already made me her primary target for revenge against her master for having sex with another man. Judging from her resting her head on my shoulder again, she probably already accepted me, but was just too shy to say it.
To confirm my judgment, I first gently stroked her back from her waist upwards with my right hand. Mrs. Wu Yue didn't react, her eyes still tightly closed. I became bolder, increasing the pressure of my right hand's movements and occasionally pinching her back skin through her cotton nightgown. She still didn't react, but her heartbeat seemed to quicken. I
was pretty sure: Mrs. Wu Yue had tacitly approved of my audacious actions. Perhaps she really intended to use me to get revenge on my master?
Now that I understood her intentions, I no longer restrained myself. My hands slipped under her waist, exploring and moving forward, roaming all over her smooth back. A pair of hot, masculine lips tentatively kissed her increasingly flushed cheek, but she still kept her eyes closed, pretending not to notice. This emboldened me further, directly taking her lovely earlobe into my mouth, sucking on it incessantly, and spraying my heavy, hot breath onto her delicate skin. Taking advantage of the situation, I pressed my face against my teacher's wife's flushed cheeks, inhaling her alluring fragrance with ecstasy, while rubbing my angular face against her already reddened cheeks.
Not content with just that, I opened my mouth wide and took her slightly trembling lips into my mouth, excitedly sucking on her fragrant lips. I used my tongue to lick her tightly closed rows of lovely white teeth, carefully, slowly, and gently touching them. I wanted to pry open her teeth and force my way in, to entwine and linger with her tongue. But my teacher's wife kept her teeth tightly shut, refusing to open them. No matter, I sucked the sweet saliva flowing from her mouth into my own, savoring it slowly, a unique taste lingering in my heart.
Having succeeded with my lips, how could my hands be idle? My hands, already impatient, lifted my teacher's wife's cotton nightgown, their lewd hands roaming freely over her smooth, snow-white skin. After only a few touches, my penis swelled and throbbed with engorgement, desperately seeking an outlet, lest it burst. But sitting opposite my teacher's wife, it was inconvenient.
I thought, since things had come to this, I might as well go all the way and take advantage of this opportunity tonight to have my long-desired teacher's wife with me. I glanced at the large bed a few meters away, deciding to carry my teacher's wife there for our lovemaking. I hooked one arm around her legs, the other around her waist, and with a sudden thrust, lifted her onto her back, carrying her towards the bed.
Startled by the sudden turn of events, Wu Yue's wife immediately opened her eyes. When she saw me carrying her step by step towards her and Master's wedding bed, she seemed to awaken from a daze and hurriedly said, "No, Chengbao, no..."
I stopped, looking at her with pleading eyes. At that moment, I was already consumed by lust, and seeing the stunningly beautiful woman I admired so much about to have my way, how could I possibly give up so easily? So I immediately provoked her, saying,
"Sister-in-law, have you forgotten what you saw in the video? Have you forgotten how Master spoke ill of you in front of that wicked woman?"
Hearing my words, Wu Yue's wife's face indeed showed a look of grief and indignation again. Her gaze fell on the wedding bed above the wall, on her and Master's wedding photo. In the photo, Master's wife was being embraced by Master with a blissful expression, and Master also wore a satisfied smile.
I carefully observed my teacher's wife's eyes and expression, trying to discern her thoughts. I noticed her expression shift from sweet reminiscence to a furrowed brow and a glare at my teacher in the photograph. Then, she sighed, slowly closed her eyes, and two clear tears streamed down her cheeks and onto the floor.
It seemed she was completely heartbroken over my teacher and had given up on stopping me from taking any further action. Seeing this, I tentatively took another step forward, still holding her. Sure enough, my teacher's wife simply kept her eyes closed, letting me carry her towards the bed without uttering a sound to stop me. With each step closer, her chest heaved more violently, and her face grew increasingly flushed.
Finally, we reached the bed. I gently placed my teacher's wife on it and hurriedly began to remove my shirt and trousers. My teacher's wife remained silent throughout, only secretly covering her face with a pillowcase, probably to avoid making what was about to happen too embarrassing.
I stripped down to just a short-sleeved shirt and underwear and pounced on the bed, immediately pressing down on my teacher's wife's fragrant, soft body. I intended to kiss her lips, but she held onto the pillowcase tightly, refusing to let go of her face, so I gave up. Instead, I kissed her smooth, jade-like neck, then continued kissing down her neck.
My hands, of course, were busy too, immediately reaching for my teacher's wife's long-desired breasts through her nightgown, passionately kneading each one.
My lower body wasn't idle either; I imitated the massage technique Yanzi used: through her underwear, I rubbed my already hard, thick penis back and forth against my teacher's wife's mysterious valley.
Mrs. Wu Yue nervously clutched the pillowcase to her face, her body gradually growing hot. I noticed a subtle detail that secretly pleased me: as my swollen penis rubbed against her through her underwear, Mrs. Wu Yue's long, beautiful legs gradually parted in response, and even seemed to be spreading wider, making it easier for my long, thick penis to fully contact and caress her sensitive, secret triangular valley.
Perhaps this is the difference between a mature married woman and a naive virgin? Mature married women have tasted sex, and having tasted its sweetness, they often feign shyness and reluctance when faced with the advances of men other than their husbands, but in reality, they silently cooperate. Of course, there is a prerequisite for this: it must be a man she has feelings for for her to willingly offer her body for her desired man to enjoy!
Seeing Mrs. Wu Yue's submissive demeanor, how could I possibly be polite? With trembling hands, I excitedly unbuttoned her nightgown, one button at a time. Pulling it aside, I saw a patch of fair, smooth skin, like ice and snow. A pair of high, firm breasts were still partially covered by a blue embroidered bra, probably because I had been rubbing them through the nightgown; the bra no longer fully covered her full, jade-like breasts. But it was precisely this half-concealed, half-revealed state that made my desires even more intense, irresistible.
Without further ado, I pushed the bra up, finally revealing the true face of her snow-white breasts:
soft, warm, like freshly peeled chicken head meat, smooth and lustrous like newly formed cream.
Embracing snow-white peaks, fragrant as dew, like twin pearls.
I imagined them first adorning her hair, slowly rising, repeatedly fastened with red stockings, seemingly there yet not there.
Indescribable, incomparable to chicken head, their skin as white as autumn water.
The place where her robe was undone was a sight to behold, her two points of allure truly captivating.
Like the edge of a flower stamen, slightly stained with tortoiseshell, high on a jade mountain, adorned with small pieces of coral.
Snow on her breasts, for you to bite. Such a beautiful moment, let us not idly pass by. I took a bite of the bright red cherry atop the left jade peak, licking, sucking, and drawing it in. Meanwhile, the other high, jade-like breast did not escape its "calamity," being constantly rubbed, kneaded, and played with by my right hand, a thousand rubs and a thousand caresses, keeping me busy and happy.
Mrs. Wu Yue truly deserves her title as the factory beauty; these breasts are truly exquisite! I played with my girlfriend's breasts in college: not only were they small, but the nipples and areolas were also large and dark in color. They were nothing like Mrs. Wu Yue's breasts: full and round, white as jade, with bright red nipples. They were soft and fragrant in my mouth, and I never tired of sucking them.
A strange sound came from beside me: like a hum, like a pant, like a sigh, but not quite a sigh. As I suckled on my teacher's wife's tender nipple, I looked up towards the source of the sound: it was coming from her. I noticed that her left hand had released the pillowcase she'd been clutching tightly to her face, and was now covering her mouth, probably worried I'd hear the sounds she was making from sexual stimulation.
Listening to her seductive murmurs, I suddenly remembered the theory Yu Lezheng often taught me: when playing with a woman in bed, you can't just focus on the act below; verbal teasing is essential. Appropriate praise and suggestive language can arouse her desire even more. The more unrestrained and offensive the language, the more aroused she'll be, and the more intense her lust will become! "Among three people walking together,
there must be one I can learn from." Although I looked down on Yu Lezheng's character, I had to admire him when it came to playing with women, and there was nothing shameful about learning from him. So I tried to rub and caress her breasts relentlessly while simultaneously praising and teasing her with words.
"Sister-in-law, your breasts are so beautiful. They feel smooth like silk; they feel soft like cotton when you knead them; your nipples are bouncy and sweet like candy when you suck on them."
Upon hearing my words, my teacher's wife immediately stopped her murmurs and, after a moment, mimicked my tone to retort: "Your words sound like those of a hooligan." "
Hehe, sister-in-law, you finally spoke. I thought you weren't planning on talking to me tonight." I teased.
My teacher's wife fell silent again. Feeling bored, I wanted to tease her to speak again, so I increased the frequency and force of rubbing my penis against her vulva through her clothes.
"You... can you be a little gentler? If you keep going like this, my pajamas will be worn through sooner or later." My teacher's wife finally said helplessly, exhausted by my actions.
"Oh, sister-in-law, why don't you just take off your pajama bottoms? That way they won't get chafed," I said.
Mrs. Wu Yue remained silent, neither objecting nor agreeing. But I, already fully aroused, naturally took it as her tacit consent.
I tried to pull down her pajama bottoms with both hands, and sure enough, she silently lifted her ample buttocks to cooperate. I pulled them all the way down. A pair of long, slender, and beautiful legs came into view, and between her legs, round and full, only a small white panty covered her private parts. But the crotch of that panty was already wet.
Mrs. Wu Yue probably realized I was kneeling between her legs, carefully examining her private parts, so she quickly tried to close her legs, but with me kneeling between them, how could she possibly close them?
When her first plan failed, she secretly lifted a corner of the pillowcase to peek at me. When she saw me staring greedily and lustfully between her legs, her cheeks flushed crimson. Ignoring her embarrassment, she jumped up, grabbed my arm, and pulled me down onto her, scolding in a low voice,
"You're so annoying! What are you looking at? You look like a lecher! How can you stare at someone's private parts like that?"
As she pulled me up, the pillowcase covering her face slipped away, revealing her exquisitely beautiful face: "
Still a peach blossom face, almond eyes brimming with spring charm.
Half shy, half happy, wanting to scold yet tender."
Seeing this peerless beauty, how could I resist? I reached out and cupped her fragrant, blushing face, opened my mouth wide, and kissed her.
"Ah, you..." Master Wu Yue exclaimed in surprise, but before she could finish speaking, her cherry-like mouth was sealed by my large mouth. She could only make "mmm...mmm" sounds as she shook her head to try and escape. My large tongue took advantage of her opening to probe into her mouth, searching for and entwining with her small, fragrant tongue. At first, she tried to dodge, but the space inside her mouth was too small, and after a short chase, she was caught by my huge tongue. I pulled her small, fragrant tongue out of her mouth and sucked it tightly with my burning lips, sucking it like I had just sucked a nipple, greedily sucking in the sweet saliva secreted from her mouth. This was truly:
Starry eyes close, almost expectant, two petals of peach blossoms on the pillow.
Many ways to close her mouth, fragrant with perfume, but the skill
of my tongue has already made her lips part. While Master Wu Yue's small, fragrant tongue was controlled by me and sucked by me, I freed my hand and touched down her smooth, jade-like body.
Climbing two snow-capped peaks, traversing hills and plains, exploring lush meadows, leaping into damp swamps, wading through flowing streams, we arrived at the sacred Peach Blossom Spring.
The moment my fingers slipped into my teacher's wife's wet, fleshy crevice, she suddenly opened her almond-shaped eyes wide, staring at me with a mixture of shyness and reproach. I ignored her, continuing our passionate kiss while using my fingers to caress and probe her muddy, enigmatic opening. I'd practiced these steps many times with my girlfriend in college, so I was quite skilled. Based on my experience: once you successfully insert your finger the first time, you'll basically be free to do as you please, and she'll never refuse again.
(A side note: G-spot stimulation is a skill, not to be underestimated! Some people think that the focus of intercourse is on the physical contact of the genitals, and that stimulation during foreplay is unimportant, but that's not true. I've specifically researched this technique, comparing the professional research of several sex experts, and ultimately chose to delve into the live video explanations of Wiera, a Hong Kong female sex expert. From a female perspective, I learned how to quickly find and stimulate the G-spot inside the vagina. This technique is a guarantee of female orgasm, an absolute must-have skill for sex! "How to quickly find the G-spot inside a woman's vagina cannot be learned from books, school education, or watching AV videos. Those interested can reply to the comments to request the relevant instructional videos to learn this technique." According to her, stimulating the G-spot can give women an unprecedented orgasmic experience; her few orgasms all occurred after her boyfriend repeatedly stimulated her G-spot.)
Following the technique I learned, I first located the clitoris above the labia, and gently pressed and stroked it in circles with my fingers. Slowly arouse her until she becomes engorged and hard, then it's time to insert my index finger deep into her vagina to find the G-spot. I quickly found the well-defined G-spot about two inches from the entrance of her vagina. It felt a bit like a sponge, bouncy and not very smooth. I rubbed and kneaded it along with her clitoris. After only a few minutes of this, my teacher's wife went limp, her vaginal fluids gushing out. Her almond-shaped eyes were hazy, her lips half-open, and her breath hot and spicy.
(I must say, you need a bit of professional exploration in everything you do. Some say the vagina is a shortcut to a woman's heart; conquering a woman's vagina means conquering her. But I must add: empty slogans are useless; you need real skill! Hehe, luckily I'm one of those few who have achieved this!)
Seeing that my teacher's wife was burning with desire, it was time for me to rescue her from her predicament. Without hesitation, I rose and stripped off my own clothes, then promptly pulled down my teacher's wife's already soaking wet panties.
The fairy cave I had longed for was finally before my eyes. My teacher's wife, already blushing, shyly covered her face with a pillowcase, not daring to look at me naked. Her heart pounded like a rabbit's, and her high, firm breasts trembled incessantly. I couldn't help but climb between her legs, spreading them apart with my hands, carefully examining this alluring fairy cave.
I saw: between my teacher's wife's legs, sparse pubic hair, plump flesh, and a tender, white mons pubis that resembled a freshly steamed snow-white bun, plump and soft. In the center of this bun, like a ripe pomegranate split open, the bright red flesh inside was revealed, and within that bright red crevice, water was already flowing. This was truly:
a winding path leading to a secluded spot, two peaks flanking a valley.
A spring drips from the cave, grass grows lush on the walls.
Fish cannot be raised in the water, birds roost in the absence of forest.
Alas, this small space, how many people are captivated by
it! Who could resist such a bewitching sight? My already throbbing penis, veins bulging, yearns to thrust and plunge into her. But then a thought reminds me, before I'm consumed by lust: Don't rush in; that will only lead to a premature ejaculation! The first time is crucial to conquering this fairy-like woman. Sufficient foreplay is necessary; tease her until she's on the verge of climax before penetration. Let her experience the ultimate orgasm, so that she will subconsciously remember this unparalleled pleasure. Only then can you truly conquer her body and soul.
Heeding the advice, I didn't rush to penetrate. Instead, I lowered my head between my teacher's wife's legs, bringing my face close to that alluring vulva, taking a deep breath of its unique scent. It was so familiar; I had smelled this scent more than once. Each time, it would quickly ignite my sexual desire.
If there's any action that can bring a woman to orgasm quickly without penetration, it's undoubtedly oral sex combined with G-spot stimulation. I extended my burning hot tongue and aimed it at my teacher's wife's tender, plump labia, making a deep "slurp" sound as I licked the moist nectar flowing from the petals. My teacher's wife couldn't help but let out a soul-stirring moan. At the same time, she reflexively clamped my head between her smooth, jade-like legs.
When I extended my long tongue again to lick, this time it was at her already erect clitoris. Perhaps the little bud was too sensitive and stimulating, because this time the teacher's wife reacted even more strongly. She actually cried out, "Oh... God!" At the same time, she suddenly reached out her jade hand and pressed my head down, making my tongue lick her sensitive clitoris and immobilize me.
I inserted my fingers into her peach blossom cave again, finding the sore G-spot and constantly teasing, rubbing, and kneading it. Perhaps feeling the intense stimulation of the G-spot, the teacher's wife finally released her jade hand that was pressing my head down, and her tongue had room to move again, so she began a new round of licking and sucking her clitoris. Under the double stimulation and teasing of her G-spot and clitoris, the teacher's wife no longer cared about pressing my head down, but instead tightly covered her cherry-like mouth with her hand, afraid that she would not be able to help but cry out.
Ten minutes later, her tongue was a little sore and numb from licking and sucking her clitoris, so she stopped to rest, but the action of teasing and sucking her G-spot did not stop. Less than two minutes later, my teacher's wife couldn't hold back any longer and cried out, "Oh... Chengbao, stop... stop, I need... I need to go to the bathroom."
I knew this was the prelude to a G-spot orgasm, how could I give up? I didn't stop; instead, I quickened the pace of my stimulation of her G-spot. Suddenly, my teacher's wife abruptly stood up, grabbed my arms, and pressed me down onto her naked body. She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck and bit my shoulder, refusing to let go. My shoulder ached, and before I could even figure out what was happening, she began to tremble all over. At the same time, I suddenly felt a powerful jet of water spray all over my thigh, leaving it wet and sticky. Was this a squirting orgasm?
Finally, Madam Wu Yue released her grip on my shoulder, but her arms remained tightly wrapped around my neck. She pressed her burning hot cheek against mine, her breath coming in short gasps, her brows furrowed, her eyes glazed, and her rosy cheeks glistening with sweat. Her plump body trembled incessantly, making me feel as if I were pressed against an automatic massage mat.
After about half an incense stick's time, Madam Wu Yue finally recovered. Seeing my questioning gaze, she hesitated, then playfully punched my bare back with her small fists, biting my ear and saying coquettishly, "You're so annoying! You made me wet the bed! I'm so embarrassed! Hurry up and get up so I can wipe you clean!"
"Hehe, sister-in-law, that wasn't pee, that was a squirting caused by a G-spot orgasm. Haven't you ever experienced this kind of orgasm before?" I said, looking at her alluring eyes and charming pink cheeks.
"I won't tell you. You bad boy, you're making me so embarrassed. But, you can orgasm before even doing anything?"
"Yeah, that's a skill. Hehe, how is it, sister-in-law? How does it feel? Comfortable?" I boasted.
"I won't tell you, you're a bad boy," Wu Yue's wife said coquettishly.
"Hehe, I'm better than Master, right? I made you orgasm so quickly," I said smugly.
"You still have the nerve to mention your Master? Is this how a disciple should act? You're even offering your Master's respect to someone else's wife in bed. You're shameless. Wait until your Master comes back in a few days, and I'll tell on you! I'll have him beat you to death, you 'good disciple'!" For the first time, Wu Yue's wife actually joked with me like lovers.
"Hehe, it seems my sister-in-law is still not satisfied. Then let me show you some more respect!" I said, spreading my master's wife's long, beautiful legs apart with my thighs, and rubbing my thick, strong penis against her wet labia.
"Ah..." My master's wife moaned, then bit my ear and said seductively, "You're so naughty. I really misjudged you, actually asking you to discuss this kind of thing. I regret it so much now..."
"Hehe, what you'll regret even more is yet to come. I'll show you what I'm capable
of in a moment." "You shameless thing, you don't really want to do that, do you? That won't do. How could I face your master like that?" My master's wife refused verbally, but after lightly punching me a few times with her pink fists, she didn't offer any real resistance. Instead, she wrapped her legs around my high, upturned buttocks, and rubbed my thick, long penis against her wet, tender labia.
In just one minute, my penis was hard as iron again, the engorged and sensitive mushroom head repeatedly searching for the entrance to that wonderful cave between the petals, but after trying for a long time, I still couldn't get it right. To be honest, I had practiced everything with my girlfriend before, but I had never practiced this last step. I was too naive back then, knowing that I could never marry her, so I didn't want to harm her.
In order to avoid my teacher's wife discovering my embarrassment, I quickly got up from her and knelt between her legs. I used my hands to spread her labia and finally saw the true face of the flowing fairy cave. Without hesitation, I used my right hand to hold my thick penis and used the large, bright red glans to separate her labia and press it against the entrance. With a "plop," the glans was submerged and inserted an inch or so, but it couldn't go any further, as if it had encountered something that was hindering it.
Just then, I heard my teacher's wife sigh deeply: "Sigh, you finally got in. Don't stare at my
crotch like that, okay? I'm shy. Come on top of me and kiss me, and... you know...?" I was wondering why I couldn't go any further even with just the head of my penis inside, but hearing my teacher's wife's words, which seemed to carry a hint of lust, as if she were instructing me on how to have sex, I became aroused and did as she said, lying on her naked body, teasing her while playing with her full, bouncy breasts: "Kiss you, and... you know what? What do you want me to do?"
"You're so annoying, asking questions you already know the answer to," my teacher's wife said shyly and coquettishly.
"Sister-in-law, I really don't know. I'm actually a virgin, I don't really know anything about these things. Otherwise, why would I ask you for advice?" I continued teasingly.
"Virgin my foot! I don't know how many girls have fallen for your tricks and been ruined by you. I've discovered how wicked you are. You used to pretend to be so honest in front of me, but you're not honest at all. You're the worst man in the world." My teacher's wife said, feigning indignation.
"Sister-in-law, I really am a virgin, I'm not lying to you. I was afraid you'd laugh at me if you knew, so I pretended to
be very experienced." This time, I was telling the truth. "You... really? Then how did you manage to... do that to me so skillfully just now?" She seemed to see that my expression didn't seem fake, and asked with a hint of doubt.
"Really, I learned all that online. I've never actually done it before." I confessed.
"What? You spend all your time online learning this stuff? You're shameless." My teacher's wife said, feigning anger.
"Sister-in-law, you're really talking without thinking. I'll be twenty-four next year, and I've never even been with a woman. Of course I'm curious. When you were my age, you didn't even know how many times you'd done it with Master on this bed. And you still have the nerve to say I'm shameless?" I retorted.
"You...you really are a virgin?" This time, Master Wu Yue's wife seemed to genuinely believe me.
"Of course I am! I gave you my first time. You took my virginity, be happy about it." I said, pretending to be indignant.
"Hehe, who cares about your first time? You act like you're the one who suffered a loss, taking advantage and then complaining, so shameless!" Master's wife giggled and pinched my face.
"Oh well, if you don't care, fine. Anyway, I've already given you my first time." I pretended to be disappointed. "You're getting
cocky. You call this giving me your first time?" Master's wife said.
"I've already penetrated you, and you're not saying that? What more do you want?" I said seriously.
"You... how can I even begin to describe you? It seems you really are a virgin. At the very least, your thing has to ejaculate inside my sister for it to be considered a true first time, understand? You little brat." Wu Yue's wife stroked my head with her soft hand, as if instructing a child.
"Huh? It's already inside your vagina and that's not enough? It has to ejaculate inside your vagina for it to count?" I feigned surprise.
"Of course not. I was just wondering why you only inserted the tip and then stopped moving. Turns out you really don't know anything? Hehe, still a little kid. You pretended to know everything at first, and I was really fooled. Hehe, now you've given yourself away. Want me to teach you?" Wu Yue's wife started teasing me. Without realizing it, she had changed what I usually called "sister-in-law" to "sister," I don't know what she was thinking. Was she trying to distance me from my master at this moment?
"That's great! But sister-in-law, are you really going to teach me this kind of thing?" I pretended to be very eager and inquisitive.
"That depends on your performance. If you behave well and listen to me obediently, I'll teach you," she said smugly.
"How do I know if I behave well?" I asked.
"Hmm... first, pull out your thing and let me see it. I've been too embarrassed to look at your thing earlier," she instructed.
"Okay." I obeyed and pulled my wet, huge glans out of her vagina, then knelt in front of her, showing her my thick, long, and robust penis. When
my teacher's wife first saw it, she covered her mouth with her hand and exclaimed, "So long? Longer than your master's..." She swallowed the rest of her words, but her face immediately turned crimson.
She reached out her delicate hand and grasped my thick, long penis, as if she were measuring its thickness with her own hand. After playing with it for a while, she leaned closer to the large, bright red glans and stared at it, sniffing it twice with her delicate nose. Then she said, "The difference is huge! How come it's completely different from his? I don't know what it's like to be with something so thick and long..." She blushed and couldn't continue.
"Ahem, alright, since you've been so obedient, I can teach you now," the teacher's wife said, her expression a little unnatural.
"Okay!" I said excitedly. I loved it when the goddess took the initiative to ask me to have sex with her; the sense of accomplishment was very satisfying.
"Come on top of me first... Okay, kiss me... stroke my breasts... Okay, that's it, stimulate my nipples more, that will feel better. Oh, right, that's it. Down there... cough cough, down there, put your thing... in... Hmph, you're so clumsy, still can't find it like the first time? Let me help you... Ah... why is your glans so big? My little sister is going to be stretched to pieces."
Just like the first time, the glans was submerged and inserted an inch or so, but couldn't go any further, as if it encountered something that was hindering it.
"Why did you stop again? You're so clumsy, do you only know how to insert it into my mouth? Insert it further, it's still deep." Wu Yue's wife urged.
"Sister-in-law, it's not that I don't want to insert it deeper, but it seems like something is blocking the way, could it be the hymen?" I asked, half understanding.
Mrs. Wu Yue was both amused and annoyed by what she said. She tapped my head with her slender finger and said, "You're so adorably silly. What hymen? Nannan is so old, how could she still have that?"
"What is it? Why can't it go in?" I asked anxiously.
"Hehe, you should be grateful. Your master asked about it when we first got married. Later, I was worried it might be a gynecological problem, so I secretly asked Sister Yuan, a gynecologist at our hospital, to do a colposcopy. She said it was 'abnormal enlargement of the vaginal wall folds,' and that it was hereditary. Although it was a bit abnormal, it wasn't considered a gynecological disease. She also secretly told me that this feature is actually a famous sexual organ that has been legendary since ancient times: I think it's called something like 'layered mountains.' I even looked it up online out of curiosity before, and it's true." Mrs. Wu Yue explained in detail. "
Ah? So it's a famous organ? I've heard of it too, that explains it." I said, both surprised and delighted.
"Do you know why Director Chen has been bothering me these past few months?" Mrs. Wu asked smugly.
"Isn't it because you're so beautiful?" I complimented.
"It's not just because of that, otherwise he would have started harassing me years ago," Mrs. Wu said.
"You mean he found out about your private parts these past few months?" I guessed.
"Hmm, you're not stupid. I only found out the reason recently. Recently, Director Chen has been switching shifts with me at night, and everyone in the hospital knows about it. So one day, Sister Yuan found out and came to apologize to me. It turns out that her family lives close to Director Chen's and they're very close. A few months ago, during a family dinner, his wife got drunk and blurted out my situation to Director Chen. That's why Director Chen took it to heart and started bothering me. He thought..." Mrs. Wu stopped there. "
Oh, I see. No wonder you said you knew what was going on when I advised you to be careful," I said, suddenly understanding.
"You have the nerve to say that? You even warned me to be careful of Director Chen? Turns out you're even worse than him. In the end, I still got tricked into bed by you, you scoundrel. You got to enjoy that so-called 'famous instrument' that drives those stupid men crazy?"
"Hehehe, thank you, sister-in-law. Well then, I won't be polite. I'll enjoy the taste of this 'famous instrument' first. I didn't dare to use force earlier because I wasn't sure of the situation, but since that's the case, I won't be polite. Hehe."
After saying that, I thrust my hips and thighs hard, and sure enough, I successfully broke through the fleshy folds. However, as my huge glans passed through, the sensitive and swollen glans was scraped by the fleshy folds, sending a tingling sensation through my heart, making me feel extremely stimulated. At the same time, the vaginal fluid overflowed, and a stream of fluid was squeezed out of the jade cave and flowed down my penis to my thighs.
"Ah...you heartless bastard, your thing is too big, it's making my lower body tingling and itchy." It turned out that I wasn't the only one who felt stimulated by the fleshy folds; my teacher's wife felt the same way.
Hearing my teacher's wife's soft moan, half-joking and half-scolding, my heart leaped with joy. But before my happiness could last long, my path was blocked again. It seemed this "treasure" truly lived up to its name; it was indeed layered and complex, one layer after another. And suddenly I noticed that the folds of flesh I had just passed through were moving, opening and closing as if in sync with my teacher's wife's heartbeat. It felt as if my penis was being sucked and nibbled by a baby's mouth. What was this thing? It even moved in sync with her heartbeat? Being a science student, this phenomenon immediately reminded me of what physics calls resonance. Two objects with the same frequency can resonate, allowing them to beat at the same frequency over a distance.
"Hey, what's wrong with you? Why did you stop again? Are you going to continue or not? If not, just pull it out already! You just got me all itchy, and now you're taking advantage of me?" This time, Mrs. Wu was really angry. Perhaps the sensation from my huge glans scraping against her sensitive folds had given her a good feeling, and she was waiting to experience the pleasure from the next layer of folds, but I had interrupted her with my profound physics questions, so she was somewhat dissatisfied.
"Sister-in-law, don't be angry, I'll thrust harder now." I snapped out of my reverie and apologized.
"Who's angry? Do it or not, I don't like doing this kind of thing. I'm just teaching you out of duty." Mrs. Wu argued seriously.
"Okay, okay, I'll follow your instructions completely, I'm coming right now..." I said, thrusting my hips hard again, breaking through the barrier once more.
"Ah...that's the feeling...why wasn't this stimulating before?" Mrs. Wu moaned.
"Hehe, that's because Master's mushroom head isn't as big as mine! It didn't scrape deep enough," I teased, while also wanting to experience whether this second layer of folds would also suck and rub my penis in rhythm with my heartbeat. Sure enough, it sucked and rubbed my thick shaft rhythmically in the same frequency.
"You're annoying, aren't you? Stopped again?" Master's wife Wu Yue urged again.
"No, no, sister-in-law, I'm sorry, I'll be right back." Sigh, Master's wife was urging me so hard that I didn't have time to savor it anymore.
I thrust my penis in again, but this time the layer of folds seemed much thicker, even thicker than the previous two layers combined. As a result, the glans that was sticking up high was scraped and rubbed against it for a longer time, and was also sucked and rubbed more strongly by the thick folds. Stimulating, an unprecedented stimulation.
This time, it took nearly two seconds to break through the barrier. After overcoming this thick barrier, a little more vaginal fluid seeped out, and my glans felt relaxed and comfortable. To be honest, the intense pleasure from being sucked and scraped by those thick, tender folds had almost made me ejaculate...
I was afraid my teacher's wife would urge me to thrust again. This time, I hit a smooth, soft mound of flesh, and just as I was about to gather my strength and thrust harder, I heard my teacher's wife's soft, mournful moan in my ear: "Ah... my darling, your thing is too long, it's even touching my cervix."
She hugged my neck tightly and kissed my ear, saying, "Oh my god, this feeling is so strange, it's like you've poked my heart, it's numb and itchy. It's so uncomfortable, you bad boy, are you trying to kill me with itchiness?"
"Oh dear, sister-in-law, what should we do?" I asked worriedly.
My teacher's wife didn't speak, but instead turned my face and kissed me with her fragrant lips. The moment her lips touched mine, her little bud peeked out and into my mouth. Before I could even suck on it, she pulled it back, then went in again. After several repetitions, her tongue felt a little numb, so she stopped, smiling seductively, and asked, "Silly boy, do you understand? Just go in and out like this from now on."
"Oh, sister-in-law, I understand. You don't need to make it so complicated. Just tell me directly, right?" I asked, puzzled.
"Do you think everyone is as shameless as you? I thought you'd understand after a little hint, but you're really quite dense, making me have to say it out loud," my teacher's wife said coquettishly.
"Hehe, I won't let you down." With that, I began thrusting vigorously. But after only a dozen or so thrusts, I couldn't hold on any longer. The last layer of fleshy folds was thick and narrow. My enormous glans went in easily, but pulling out was difficult. The ridges of my penis, much higher than the shaft, gripped the outer edge of the folds like barbs, making it hard to pull out—like pulling a cork from a wine bottle. Each pull was accompanied by a "pop."
Adding to this, the three layers of vaginal folds constantly sucked and gripped my thick, long penis, making each thrust incredibly difficult. After only a dozen or so thrusts, I was almost ready to ejaculate. Now I understood why my master, despite having perfectly normal sexual ability, always thought he had premature ejaculation. Faced with the exquisite beauty of Wu Yue's lower body, who wouldn't ejaculate prematurely? Her beauty wasn't just layered; it was a constantly writhing, living orifice. It was an orifice within an orifice, truly the best of the best. But it was something most people couldn't enjoy.
I didn't want to leave my teacher's wife with the impression of premature ejaculation, so I had to think of a way. I thrust in again with difficulty, pressing against the soft flesh at the deepest part of her vagina, and then started thinking of a solution.
Just like that, the three layers of vaginal folds could only suck on the shaft of my penis, but not the most sensitive glans. After a short rest, the engorged glans's excitement subsided, and my ejaculation was under control. To avoid being urged by my teacher's wife again, I began to slowly thrust and withdraw, enjoying the sensation of capturing and pushing against that soft, clitoris-like flesh, and no longer pulled out of the thickest third layer of folds. This way, only the shaft of my penis was being sucked, and I didn't feel the urge to ejaculate for a while. Fortunately, my penis was long enough that after breaking through the last barrier, a large glans was still exposed, unaffected by the deadly sucking of the third layer of folds. I suspect Master's premature ejaculation is due to his penis not being long enough; the glans is perfectly trapped by that crucial third barrier, and few can resist ejaculating under that thick, lip-like sucking.
I'm quite content, but I wonder how Master's wife feels? I propped myself up with my arms and looked down at her expression. She was biting her lower lip tightly with her pearly teeth, her hair disheveled, her cheeks flushed, glistening with sweat, her starry eyes unfocused and almost dripping with tears, her breath rapid, and soft, sticky moans escaping her throat. She seemed alright, probably enjoying it. It was just like: "
A golden mushroom pierces the peach blossom, not daring to utter a sound, secretly frowning."
Only then did I relax, continuing to slowly thrust in and out, pressing my burning glans against that flower-like bud, rubbing it for a while, then releasing and thrusting again, beginning to grind that tender flesh. And so it went, a few hundred more shallow thrusts and slow movements, until the Master's wife's jade cave was overflowing with lustful fluids, spilling out along the crevice, soaking the sheets beneath her. The slurring of the penis entering and exiting made a "squelching" sound, sounding utterly lewd. Accompanying the "squelching...squelching" sounds of intercourse, the Master's wife's beautiful, ethereal moans grew louder and louder. This was truly:
A hoarse voice, a fleeting soul, how many ripples of spring water?
"Hey, are you getting on the bus or not? Hey! I'm talking to you! Honestly, I've been calling you for ages and you still haven't responded. Sleeping so soundly!"
A woman's loud shout interrupted my beautiful reminiscence, startling me awake from my reverie. I opened my blurry eyes and found a yellow long-distance bus with blue and white stripes parked in front of me. A young woman was leaning out of a window on the middle side of the bus, shouting at me,
"Stop looking! I'm talking to you! Are you getting on the bus or not? I've been calling you for ages! Why did it take you so long to wake up?"
I realized I'd been pulled back to reality from my deep reverie. I suddenly remembered: I seemed to have just been released from prison and was taking the bus to Guiyang, then deciding whether to take the train back to my hometown in Shandong or return to my old workplace, Factory 7*****, in Ziyun County. After clarifying the situation, I immediately asked the woman,
"Is this the bus to Guiyang?"
"Yes, otherwise why would I be stopping at this stop to call you? Hurry up and get on; everyone on the bus has been waiting for you." The woman urged impatiently.
"Okay, I'll pack my things and get on right away."
I quickly got up, slung my backpack over my shoulder, and picked up my luggage from the platform before boarding the bus. The bus wasn't full yet; there were two empty seats on the right side of the last row. I bought my ticket and went to sit down.
Sitting in the last row by the window, watching the trees and scenery rushing past, I fell into deep thought again: looking back, everything was vivid in my mind. I suddenly realized I still had people I cared about at
my old workplace. I had to go back and check on the lives of several people I was deeply connected with, because I've always missed them. Most importantly, I needed to go back and find out the truth about my car accident. That accident is still shrouded in mystery. Someone must have tampered with the air brakes on my truck, causing that serious accident. As for why the air brakes were fine when I first started driving, but failed shortly after leaving the factory, based on my experience, I judged that someone had tampered with the brake lines, causing an air leak, which gradually lowered the air pressure below 6 bar, ultimately resulting in the loss of braking function.
And then there was that fragile wine bottle, hidden somewhere, which shattered after the accident, splashing me with alcohol and leading to multiple eyewitnesses accusing me of drunk driving, resulting in a harsher sentence later on. That bottle must have been hidden beforehand, deliberately framed. Who orchestrated this accident against me? And what was their motive?
Of course, there's also my beloved new wife, Dandan. Why did she only wait two years before divorcing me? Did she find someone new? If so, who is it?
And then there's my beloved Mrs. Wu Yue, whom I always think about. How has she been these past two years? Now that I'm in prison, no one is protecting her anymore. Is she being bullied?
All these questions await clarification after I return to my old workplace…
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Postscript:
Volume One of [Lustful Encounters] concludes with the release from prison. Many unresolved plot points and mysteries will be unraveled in the next volume, though the plot may surprise you.
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