Madman

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Foreword

On January 15, 2004, I met the badly injured
Qiaoyin on a bed in a small house in Donglu Village, Fujian Province. After examination, it was found that Qiaoyin had subcutaneous bruising on her right shoulder, right eye, and left chest, and a contusion on her left calf, making it impossible for her
to walk independently.

A kind old woman had taken Qiaoyin in. The simple house contained only a bed and a box; there was no fire, and it was as cold as an icebox.

Debris kept falling from the paper-covered ceiling onto Qiaoyin's bed.

Her 10-year-old son, though out of school, was diligently doing his homework on a nearby bed. When his mother
needed to use the toilet, her son, with his small body supporting her, would stagger out. Her son was Qiaoyin's only support,
but their fate was beyond her control. Staff from the Fujian Migrant Women's Home activated their emergency
relief plan, giving Qiaoyin 200 yuan. Qiaoyin struggled to get up, pulled her son up, and knelt on the ground.

Qiaoyin recounted her tragic experience to me. In 1992, 21
-year-old Qiaoyin came to Fujian from Shandong to help her sister with household chores. "One morning I woke up to find myself lying naked in bed,
feeling dizzy and lightheaded. My brother-in-law's distant cousin, Wensheng, was sitting by the bed, threatening to kill me if I told anyone
. I cried, but it was no use." Twenty days later, her brother-in-law, who worked in matchmaking, arranged for
Qiaoyin to marry her current husband, Huang Yong. From that day on, Qiaoyin and Huang Yong lived together. A month later,
Qiaoyin became pregnant. In 1993, she gave birth to a son, named Huang Ming.

On June 3, 2002, Qiaoyin's son, Huang Ming, went to the street to buy things. Unexpectedly, he was
robbed by another child. Huang Yong couldn't stand it and went to confront the robbed child. The woman at the robbed yelled, "Is this your son
?" From that moment, a knot remained in Huang Yong's heart.

On June 29, Huang Yong took his son for a blood type test. After the test results came back, Huang Yong was stunned: Huang
Ming and Huang Yong were not related! The painful memory could not be buried forever, and Qiaoyin had no choice but to reveal her long-held
secret. Subsequently, Huang Yong filed for divorce!

On December 26, 2002, Qiaoyin and her son were evicted from Huang's home.
Penniless, they wandered the streets for two days. Desperate to find food for her son, Qiaoyin took him to her
brother-in-law's house. Unexpectedly, her sister's family said, "Qiaoyin has done something shameful; she's a vixen." They
beat and kicked Qiaoyin. "My sister's son grabbed my hair, pushed me to the ground, straddled me, and slapped my
face. My brother-in-law kicked me hard in the waist. Even when I went to the toilet, they followed me with batons; I lost my
freedom."

On January 8th of this year, with the active coordination of the Women's Legal Research and Service Center of Fujian University, town and village
leaders and women's federation members rescued Qiaoyin, and she temporarily stayed at her mother-in-law's house.

With tears in her eyes, Qiaoyin said, "If it weren't for that bastard (Wensheng), I wouldn't have ended up like this."

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Chapter One: My Sexual Interests

I am Wensheng, 27 years old.

I once strangled a 31-year-old female teacher. During sex, I like to bind women and often choke
them, making them unable to breathe. I get immense pleasure from this. I don't know if I'm addicted
to some kind of peculiar sexual fetish. But I admit that since I was 15, I've been particularly fascinated by women's necks and
believe they are the most sensual part of a woman. I get a strong
sexual urge when I see women wearing necklaces or ties.

A prostitute once told me, "In the first year of our sex life, our methods were
relatively normal. Later, I started playing bondage games with her, sometimes even controlling her breathing. You could
call it 'sexual asphyxiation'."

Besides that, I also like to voyeur.

One summer night, I went to a public toilet on Wuyi East Road in Fuzhou to secretly film women using the toilet, and was caught red-handed by a crowd of citizens
.

Dozens of citizens were angrily berating me, standing in the middle. The self-righteous Ms. Liu loudly proclaimed that
around 9 PM that evening, when she (Ms. Liu) went to the restroom, she suddenly noticed a hand reaching
out , taking pictures with a mobile phone. She didn't make a sound, but quietly went into the men's restroom. Seeing a
man squatting on the sewer taking pictures, she immediately rushed over, grabbed him, and shouted "Catch the pervert!" Nearby residents
rushed over and beat Wensheng.

Actually, not long ago, Wensheng had bought a Panasonic digital camera phone and hatched a wicked plan. After
checking , he discovered that the men's and women's restrooms were connected by a deep sewer, so he took advantage of the darkness to secretly photograph women using the toilet. He never
expected to be caught red-handed… This was just an occasional slip-up!

From the fall semester of 1998 to the spring semester of 2000, after school, Wensheng,
under the pretext that the school did not allow students to leave without a ticket, detained four female students, including Chen, 14 times, raping them and causing them
immense physical and psychological harm. The oldest of these girls was 16, and the youngest was 13. During this period, I also used
excuses such as writing self-criticisms and not completing the school leaving procedures to call nine female students, including Li, to my guardhouse
lounge , where I used a desk as cover to molest them.

I, Wen Sheng, have never denied that the methods of sexual intercourse were too barbaric. Let me first describe the course of one of the molestations.

On the afternoon of April 10, 1999, I
called two students who had delayed returning to school to my dormitory under the pretext of cleaning the faculty dormitory. Then, I sent one of the students away under the pretext of taking out the trash. When only
a 15-year-old girl, Xiao Fang (pseudonym), was left in the room, I asked her if she had showered in the past few days, and then said that I would
check her body and asked her to lie down on the bed. Then, I pressed her onto the bed and forcibly assaulted her. During this time,

Xiao Fang felt pain in her genitals and kept crying and begging me not to do this. But at that time, "I
was in the throes of lust, only thinking about my own stimulation." Afterwards, I measured Xiaofang's genitals with a ruler, and I was surprised to
find that the tear was 1.5 centimeters long.

I never saw her again. I heard that Xiaofang, who had been so brutally violated, suffered severe physical and psychological trauma, was extremely emotionally
unstable, and resolutely refused to go to school. Under repeated questioning from her family, she committed suicide by jumping off a building. Now, thinking back, I
still feel like I haven't fully experienced it all, and I really want to see Xiaofang again.

Chapter Two: How to Seduce a Woman

Hello! I'm Wensheng, and let me share my secrets to seducing women.

She might not agree to sleep with you on the first date, but that doesn't mean she'll never
. Every woman's sexual desire develops at a different time. Only after she fully trusts you
is she likely to commit. This period could be hours, days, weeks, or
even months. That's why you need to learn how to tailor your
charm strategy to her specific situation.

Not all women are willing to sleep with the first man they meet. If you happen to be lucky enough to have that, then
everything is fine as long as you remember to use contraception. However, if the woman requires
some effort to "seduce," then the problem for men arises: in today's society, men
often lack patience, even when pursuing women. We often see men who offer roses on the first date and propose on
the third .

Some even forget the roses altogether and simply carry condoms with them on the first date,
just in case . If a man can master the art of patiently dealing with women, he will surely win their trust and respect,
and ultimately make them willingly fulfill his "extra little requests."

Many men believe that they should rush for anything they want without hesitation;
this includes sex. But what right do men have to force women to share this responsibility with them?
Impatient urging has many negative consequences. One of them is that you will
miss the opportunity to build a sense of security and trust in her heart.

Furthermore, overly urgent urging will further deepen a woman's suspicion that her only interest is sex. When a woman feels that you are only thinking about sex, the relationship
is over. Remember: gaining trust is difficult, losing trust is easy. The key to success lies in your
ability feign: make her feel that you have thought of everything except sex (although we all know that we
think of sex before we've thought of anything else).

Gaining her trust takes effort. A man shouldn't immediately show interest in
sleeping . In fact, if you notice any discomfort during sex, you
should stop immediately. This gives her a sense of security and helps her realize that sex
isn't . This realization will make her feel more relaxed.

Consider it a small investment. Short-term effort yields long-term returns.
Once your feelings are deep and you're truly committed, everything will be perfect. Then, when you seek intimacy, she'll feel
much more comfortable and at ease, and your sex life will undoubtedly be much better in both quality and quantity.

Some women have been hurt too deeply by past partners. "Once bitten, twice shy,"

she'll likely observe you for at least a year before agreeing to have sex with you. Her reasoning is: "
If this guy is different from the previous ones and truly cares about me, then he'll wait." Undoubtedly, you'll need to
put in considerable effort. If you're unwilling to wait until you gain her trust, then simply find someone else and
don't waste both of your time.

Some women are natural-born killers; you simply can't satisfy their demands. They understand that men are
driven by lust, easily deceived, and subservient to women. So, since they can
easily subdue a man if they so choose, why miss the opportunity to hunt down those "top talents" for an ordinary man like you
? You'll only waste your time and money on them.

Promiscuity exacerbates the problem of sexually transmitted diseases (STIs). Nowadays, with
increased awareness of STI prevention, more and more people are more cautious when deciding whether to sleep with someone. Nobody wants to
wake up to find a terrible rash on their skin. Women are especially worried about
whether has slept with whomever. For a couple, the safest approach is
to get tested for STIs before starting sexual activity to ensure neither of you has any issues.

Patience is the best way to show a woman you're not solely focused on sex. Once she understands this
, she'll entrust her body and soul to you with complete trust. If she refuses to sleep with you on the first
date , just wait patiently. This might mean many long nights for you;
but if you rush her, she'll always doubt you. In that case, you might never reach the day you share
a bed .

Of course, there's a limit to waiting. You can't spend your whole life waiting for her to be sure you're the
man she should spend the night with. If desire is fire, time is wind. If you can't ignite her spark in a short
time , no matter how long the wind blows, it won't light a fire. In that case, you should
regroup and move on to the next battle.

Good luck, and please practice safe sex. Don't forget to read *The Madman Wensheng*!!

Chapter Three: First Love

Hello! I am Wensheng, and I'm here to tell you about my first love, perhaps my first love is
what .

I don't want to admit I had a first love, but if we have to categorize it by behavior, H was my first
love . During the four lonely years I spent in that small city in Fujian, she accompanied me
for five months (to be precise, only three months).

I don't think I loved H. Because I don't think this kind of love is true love, at least we
didn't have the genuine spiritual connection I believe in, and I've always felt guilty about that.

I don't love her, but I did have physical intimacy with her.

However, she was my first serious girlfriend, and I even told my family about it.

And, as I'm writing this, I don't have a second girlfriend yet. I'm still single.

I miss H. Especially when I'm lying in bed alone at night, I recall
the details of our caresses, the moments we shared. It gives me something
to .

Those were barren years.

Before I met H, of course, I liked some girls, but sadly, whenever I fell deeply in
love , all those girls left me. Before I even had a chance to express
my truest feelings, they all rejected me completely.

Later, when a girl told me why all this happened, she said it was because I had never found the right person.

I asked her what about H? She said the same. Of course, that girl eventually rejected me too. Later, someone else
told me that I was always too honest, and honesty is often cruel.

I think, perhaps that's true. I took everything too seriously, especially feelings. So,
what about H and me? Of all the girls I've dated over the years, only that one time might have been unrealistic.

I remember meeting H at a dance at the Fisheries University. By then, I had already been rejected by girls
multiple times. From then on, I adopted a decadent mindset, frequently hanging out in dance halls on or off campus.

I wasn't bad-looking, just a bit thin. Some girls even said I was quite dashing and stylish, but
I didn't really feel anything for those girls. Maybe it's because my standards are too high.

I remember the first time I saw H was in a lecture hall. She was wearing a miniskirt, with her legs propped up on the table
, slightly apart. Her legs were very shapely and beautiful, and her posture aroused my
physical restlessness. I spent the whole night fantasizing about her legs.

To be honest, I started seducing H in the dance hall back then. I wanted to try this method, even though my
heart was pounding. Unexpectedly, I succeeded on the first try; H was attracted by my humor and cunning.

However, I haven't tried this method a second time. I know it's not difficult, but I
don't want to treat romantic relationships this way because I still believe in the resonance of hearts.

Seizing the opportunity, I mustered up my courage and invited her out dancing one weekend night.

On our first date, I only held her hand; on the second date, I put my arm around her shoulder; and on the third date, I hugged her waist
. That night, I took her to a secluded, dark corner of the campus. I unbuttoned her top
and caressed her breasts, over and over again. Then I slipped my hand inside, and she did
n't resist. But when I tried to insert my fingers, she squeezed her legs together. She told me she didn't want
to play around anymore and hoped I was serious. At that moment, I was serious; I genuinely wanted to experience
this feeling I'd never had before. She loosened her legs, and my fingers grazed her moist ground before slipping

between her labia . The insertion felt easy, without any tension. I suspected she wasn't a virgin. However, I didn't... (The text abruptly ends here, likely due to an incomplete translation or source material.) 　　Her vagina slowly became lubricated as my fingers inserted and moved in and out. 　　After the first time, there was bound to be a second, and the second time she didn't resist as much. We were still hiding in that secluded corner. My fingers were much more agile. This time, I inserted my fingers very deeply; I even touched her cervix. She let out a rather excited moan, and my desire surged as well. I told her I wanted to do *that*, and she said no; but I insisted I wanted to, and she still said no. She said she only had one year left before graduation and didn't want to cause any trouble. I said that was true, otherwise neither of us would be in good shape; the school's punishment for this was quite severe. 　　I said to her, "Then help me." She asked me how, and then she put her hand inside my pants and touched me. 　　I said I'd use my mouth, and at first she was unwilling to do so. But finally, at my pleading (men always seem so subservient at this point ), she slid down, I unzipped my pants, and then she gently took it into her mouth, but quickly spat it out. I think it must have been her first time, and she wasn't used to it. But she certainly didn't know I'd watched countless pornographic videos and was already very familiar with this kind of behavior, even though it was my first time. 　　Later, I gently grabbed her hair and pressed her head against my stomach. She took it in her mouth, and I gently thrust in and out. The feeling was wonderful, like an electric current suddenly coursing through my body. She gently held it in her mouth, rhythmically sucking back and forth. I looked down at her movements beneath me, feeling a sense of pleasure . For the first time in many years, I felt an incomparably moist, sweet dew-like nourishment moistening my parched limbs and soul. Moreover, that tight attraction felt like it was drawing out and releasing all the 　　loneliness and confusion, solitude and unease, tenderness and wildness within me . 　　Halfway through, she suddenly looked up at me with pleading eyes and said, "Please don't get it in my mouth, okay?" For the first time, I looked at her with a rare tenderness and said, "Of course." 　　Soon, I told her, "It's coming out." She spat it out of her mouth, and I had gotten it all over her clothes. 　　A feeling of unprecedented release washed over me, and I felt completely limp. My breathing became weak. 　　After drying her clothes, I held her tightly and kissed her passionately. I was so thirsty; her tongue explored my mouth, and I often bit it. She cried out in pain, so I kissed her from her lips to her cheek, then from her cheek to her neck, her hair, her chest, and her breasts, partially exposed by her loosened blouse. Her breasts weren't large, but under my kneading and caressing, they swelled, and her nipples became increasingly erect and hard. 　　She reciprocated with equal fervor, kissing my lips, kissing my unkempt chin , pecking at my cheeks like a little bird. Our saliva mingled, our bodies embraced tightly, we breathed the same air, the air filled with our shared youthful, parched scent. At that moment, our souls resonated through this primal physical language… 　　A year later, H, I want to tell you that you were the woman who gave me my first truly wonderful feeling.

Regardless of whether we truly loved each other during that period of our relationship, and regardless of whether there were
ugly and despicable thoughts in our souls that guided our actions, I just want to say to you: "Thank you, you made
me grow."

In the days that followed, the weather grew colder, and we were less inclined
to stroll , or to hide in some unknown corner for secret trysts. We hid in empty classrooms, or in our
dorm room when no one was around, playing these kinds of games time and time again.

I was afraid of getting her pregnant, so each time she used her mouth on me, and I used my hands on her. Only once in
the dorm, I turned off the lights and pulled down her trousers. The first time I penetrated her, my heart
pounded with fear. I was afraid my roommate would suddenly burst in, and even more afraid of losing control and ejaculating inside her. I thrust a few
times, then hastily withdrew, saying, "Why don't you use your mouth?" So she knelt beneath me and
sucked. I told her to thrust harder, and she did, constantly changing angles, using her tongue and
lips to satisfy my youthful hunger time and time again.

Later, I stood up, grabbed her hair, and thrust violently into her mouth. My movements were intense and
rough; she almost suffocated from my frenzied actions. I thrust deep into her mouth again and again, even
reaching her throat, making her breathing difficult. In the final moment, I pulled out of her mouth and uncontrollably
ejaculated on her. She leaned to the side, dry heaving for a while.

Then I carried her to the bed, and we shared another long, passionate kiss. My fingers were inside her,
thrusting and harder, her face filled with a mixture of pain and pleasure, her mouth emitting bursts of joyful moans.

I even inserted three or four fingers at once, drilling hard. She was in pain, tears welling in her eyes, and asked me why
I had been so cruel to her. I buried my head in her arms and apologized, saying, "I'm sorry."

She said she wanted to marry me someday, but I said no, I would find her a better man. She said, "You've
ruined my genitals like this, how can I marry someone else?" I was speechless. I saw
the blood from her genitals on my fingers.

Once, I secretly shed tears in her arms. At that time, I felt sad and confused about the future. I told
her, "I'm afraid of tomorrow, I don't know what tomorrow will bring." I said, "Don't marry someone like me. If you're
willing, one day I will go to your farm in the Great Northern Wilderness and sit with you on the edge of the field, watching the
endless golden waves of wheat. I will write my novels there for the rest of my life."

She looked at me with a strange expression, unable to understand, and said that I sometimes had strange thoughts.

After that, she didn't ask me to marry her much anymore, because we both knew that after graduation we
would inevitably be separated, whether we wanted to or not, we had to obey the arrangements of the school and society. Our
fate was in the hands of others. Yet, we still secretly played this game in our spare time.

I broke up with her before graduation, even though she had told me she wanted to marry me and loved me, I
could never quite believe it was true. Perhaps it was because my standards for love were too high, so I often showed her signs of
weariness . But whether she pretended not to notice and tolerated me, or whether she simply didn't
feel much, she didn't seem to care much, though she would sometimes get angry with me. I felt we had completely different interests.

After the breakup, she wrote me two long letters, but I wasn't particularly moved. At that time, my spirit seemed
to have completely died. I was in a daze all day, drinking and smoking with friends, talking about the disappointments and anxieties of life,
the confusion and sorrow of love. More importantly, we were about to graduate, and after graduation, we would no longer have
such youthful days. We were both adults, and we had to bear all the trivialities and complexities of life, we had to
fight against , to be men.

Now, I've been working for a year, and only I can taste the bitterness and hardship along the way.

I'm not looking for true love. But I've been rejected by other girls multiple times, including a girl from another city who has been silently longing for me
for .

When I learned of her deep affection for me, I felt I had finally found true love. I
told the girl from afar, "Marry me, because I've finally found you." I told her, "Come to me,
no matter how hard or tiring it is, I'm willing." But she hesitated. She didn't agree to marry me, and she obeyed her parents' wishes.

So I began to doubt the reality of love, and I remain single.

But I must have my own way of life: listening to rock music, playing tennis, playing computer games, or
going shopping, drinking, smoking, chatting, talking about ideals, life, and pursuits with my single friends.

But ideals keep shattering, life keeps throwing challenges at you, and pursuits keep turning into
a faith in money.

During those days, although I couldn't shake off the sadness that was in my bones, I did forget
something in this superficial happiness. At least in that brief period, I was no longer empty, lonely, or bored. But
now , it should be

a woman. So I often think of H, and I miss the happiness she brought me. I miss

those days of dating, when we ate together in the cafeteria every day, and she washed the dishes; when we walked on campus every day, and she
nestled in my arms; when we studied in the library every day, and she saved a seat for me. Or, under the
cover of night, in a secluded place, she would use her mouth on me, and I would use my hands on her; or, dancing in the moonlight on the playground, I
would spin her around endlessly…

I think, if I were to meet H again, I would tell her how much I miss her. Perhaps, I
wouldn't ask for so much from love anymore.

Chapter Four: My Sister-in-Law

Hello! I am Wensheng, and I will tell you my incestuous history.

I remember reading in a book that if a woman has a child before the age of 30, the child
will definitely like young girls in the future; otherwise, the child will like more mature women.

I forget which book I read it in, but I don't believe it. My mother had me when she was in her twenties
, and now I'm almost eighteen, but I still don't like young girls. On the contrary,
I'm more interested in mature women. Recently, there's been a SARS outbreak in the city, and schools are on holiday.
I stay at home all day, while my parents are working outside to make a living, busy every day. That's fine, I can
do whatever I want at home.

Once, I brought my new girlfriend home. We had just taken off our clothes when my mother came home. I
immediately made my girlfriend hide under the bed, and I pretended to go take a shower. After that, I never brought a woman
home . I just stayed home alone, watching porn and masturbating.

I sleep until after nine o'clock every day, and today was no exception. My mother patted my blanket to wake me up.

"What is it, Mom?" I asked, opening my eyes.

"Get up quickly, we're taking you to your cousin's house today," my mother said, tossing me her clothes.

"What are you doing? Don't you want me as your son anymore?" I said.

"Nonsense, SARS has been so serious lately, so many people have died, and your father and I are never
home , so we decided to send you to your cousin's in the countryside for a while," my mother said.

"Okay." I got dressed. My cousin is four or five years older than me, we grew up together, and then we
moved the city, and he went out to find work. I hadn't seen him for several years, and I heard he started his own construction team and
was busy with other things.

"Hurry up, the car is waiting outside," my mother urged.

"I haven't eaten yet."

"Eat in the car." My mother grabbed some things from the refrigerator and then pulled me out of
the house .

A green Mitsubishi was already waiting outside, and my mother and I got in.

"Mr. Zhang, thank you for your trouble," my mother said to the driver.

"Don't mention it, it's just a word from Director Xie. We'll need your help in the future," the driver
said to my mother.

The car drove around the city several times, and I was already dizzy, so I leaned back in my seat and fell asleep.

"Get up, get up, we're here," my mother shook me awake.

I opened my eyes and saw that the car had stopped in a village. There were no buildings or
roads , just rows of tiled houses with TV antennas on them.

"Where is this?" I asked my mother. "I've been here for years and I've forgotten your older brother's house," my father said,
leading me into a courtyard near the road.

"Second Aunt is here," someone greeted us as soon as we entered the courtyard.

"Where's Zhuzi? Xiaodan?" my mother asked.

I looked up and saw a woman in a red cotton-padded jacket walking towards us. She had short but shiny hair,
big eyes, and a fair face. Seeing her made me feel especially warm.

"Zhuzi went to the city today. He told me you were coming today," she said.

"Silly boy, call her sister-in-law," my mother said.

"Sister-in-law," I said.

"This must be Wensheng. Come in quickly, it's quite cold outside," she said, leading us into the room.

Once inside, I realized that apart from the addition of a kang (heated brick bed), the room was almost
identical , complete with everything from a TV to a DVD player.

"Wah!" A baby's cry drew my attention; there was a small infant on the kang.

"He's crying again," she said, picking up the child and lifting her clothes in front of us, revealing
extremely full breasts with dark nipples and areolas the size of coins.

"How old is the baby?" my mother asked.

"Three months old," she said.

"Then you must keep a close eye on him. SARS is quite serious lately, be careful," my mother said.

"Yes," she said.

"Alright, I'll be going now. You'll have to take care of Shitou for a few days; I'll come back to pick him up in a few days," my
mother said, standing up.

"Don't worry, Second Aunt,"

my mother said, giving me a few more instructions before leaving. She went out to see my mother off, then came back and put the baby on
the kang.

It was just the two of us in the room. She was busy tidying up the children's blankets and such, and I didn't say anything,
so the atmosphere was awkward.

"Wensheng, what have you been doing lately?" she finally broke the ice.

"Working as a gatekeeper at a school," I replied.

"Good, it's good to have a job. Don't be like your brother, always running around outside," she said.

"Sister-in-law, when...when did you marry my brother? I didn't even know," I asked.

"A few years ago. You haven't been here for a few years either," my sister-in-law said.

"Yes," I replied, my eyes fixed on her buttocks. Although she was wearing cotton pants, they seemed
a bit small. Her plump buttocks stretched the pants tightly, leaving a noticeable gap in the middle.

As I was looking, she suddenly wiggled her buttocks for some reason, and my penis immediately became hard,
pressing tightly against my pants.

"You stay here for now, I'll go make you lunch, it's almost noon," my sister-in-law said, turning around.

"Okay," I replied.

After my sister-in-law left, I realized my pants were bulging. Seeing her go, I
immediately sat on the kang (heated brick bed) and vigorously masturbated my uncooperative penis.

After lunch, my sister-in-law took the child to the clinic for a checkup, and I lay down on the kang
to sleep .

Although the kang was hard, it was very warm, and I felt comfortable lying on it. Plus, I
was exhausted from the morning's journey, so I quickly fell asleep.

When I woke up, I found that I didn't know when it had happened. There was a blanket on me, my shoes and socks were
off , and a table was set on the kang, covered with steaming dishes. My sister-in-law
's child was lying on the other side of the table.

"You're awake. Get ready to eat," my sister-in-law said, bringing the food to the table.

My sister-in-law took off her red cotton coat, revealing a white sweater. The outline of her incredibly full breasts was clearly
visible, and combined with her not-too-long but very pleasing legs, my penis hardened again.

My sister-in-law took off her shoes and sat on the kang (a heated brick bed), then handed me chopsticks.

"There's no other way, this isn't the city, so this is all you can eat." My sister-in-law placed a piece of meat in my
bowl.

"Don't be shy, sister-in-law, I'm easygoing, as long as there's food, I'm fine." I'm always shameless when I lie
, and at home I'm always picky about what I eat.

"Development in the countryside is always slow. At night, everyone stays at home and doesn't want to go out."

My sister-in-law placed another piece of meat in my bowl. "Unlike the city, it's lively day and night."

"It's nice here, very quiet, otherwise I wouldn't be able to sleep well." I said.

"Wah~~" Just as my sister-in-law and I were getting into a conversation, the baby cried again. My sister-in-law immediately put down her chopsticks and
started breastfeeding the baby.

"Is it a boy?" I moved closer to my sister-in-law, pretending to look at the baby, but my eyes were fixed on her breasts,
thinking, "If only I were the baby now."

"It's a girl," my sister-in-law said. "Your brother always wanted a girl, and he actually had one."

"Hehe." I laughed.

"Ouch!" my sister-in-law suddenly cried out.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"This baby won't let go. Usually, it'll be fine after a while of feeding," my sister-in-law said.

"I'll take her," I said, taking the baby and gently pulling her towards me, but the baby wouldn't let go . My
sister-in-law's breasts were stretched out of shape, it was really beautiful.

I gently patted the baby, and she let go. Her breasts immediately bounced back, and the whole
breasts swayed. My eyes almost popped out, and I almost couldn't resist touching them.

I put the baby on the kang (a heated brick bed), and my sister-in-law was rubbing her nipples, a pained expression on her face.

"Are you alright, sister-in-law?" I asked.

"Oh. No...it's nothing." She immediately pulled down her clothes.

I stared at her breasts, my penis throbbing to its limit. I pounced on her, pinning her down on the bed,
my hands gripping her sweater.

"Ah! Wensheng...what are you doing? Let go!" She struggled desperately, trying to shake
me off.

I pulled out my penis and pressed it against her body. Every sway of hers rubbed against my glans. I hadn't expected
her to be so strong; she pinned me down in one go. But that was even better. I grabbed her
neck , hooking my legs around hers, and she couldn't shake me off.

"Wensheng, let go, don't do this." My sister-in-law pleaded with me.

I suddenly lifted my head and kissed her.

She opened her eyes wide, looking at me. At first, her head was shaking, but then she slowly stopped
moving. She pinned me down, our tongues intertwining. My

sister-in-law finally stopped struggling. I was secretly delighted, greedily savoring her tongue.

My hand finally touched the breasts I'd been longing for all this time, caressing their warmth, my fingers pinching
the nipples.

"Wen...Wensheng, can we stop now? I...I'll clear the table first," my sister-in-law said.

"Okay, don't be a liar," I said.

My sister-in-law blushed, quickly straightened her clothes, and cleared the table.

My penis was still exposed; I touched it, it was icy cold, and I immediately grasped it with both hands, stroking it
up and down .

After a while, my sister-in-law came in. She didn't say anything, but instead made the bed. Before I
could even see clearly, she had already taken off all her clothes and crawled inside.

Seeing this, I immediately felt a surge of lust, and I quickly took off my clothes and crawled into her bed
.

As soon as I entered, my sister-in-law hugged me tightly, her warm body pressed against mine. My
icy penis immediately felt the warmth. I touched her full breasts, opened my mouth and took one of her nipples
into my mouth, sucking hard on the milk.

"Don't eat it all, leave some for your niece~" my sister-in-law said, her hand slowly sliding from my chest to
between my legs. Then she stopped, and after a while, she finally grasped my penis, her fingers gently rubbing
my glans.

"Don't worry, you won't finish it all." The sweet and slightly sour milk melted on my tongue, and my hand grabbed her
other breast, kneading it vigorously. My penis felt so good being held by her hand.

I pressed myself against my sister-in-law, sucking on her breasts and breathing in her scent.

"Can't your brother satisfy you?" I asked, releasing my hardened nipple.

"Sigh, after I had the baby, your brother didn't dare touch me anymore. Later, when he finally did, he..."
My sister- in-law suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"He said I'm too loose down there," my sister-in-law said.

"Oh? Let me see." Before she could say anything, I had already crawled to her feet, then I bent over
and carefully examined my sister-in-law's

vulva under the light. My sister-in-law had a lot of hair there, gathered together, and her labia were dark.

"Big brother has been doing this a lot, it's all dark now," I said, then gently parted her labia with my fingers to reveal her slender vaginal
opening, and at the same time, a burst of fishy, pungent odor entered my nostrils.

After smelling that smell, my penis became thicker again, I opened my mouth wide and covered my sister-in-law's vulva, then
sucked hard.

"Ahhhhhh," my sister-in-law moaned comfortably.

My tongue teased her clitoris, my lips moved up and down, tasting her
vulva , a trace of salty liquid flowing into my mouth.

"Does it feel good?" I asked.

"Mmm~" My sister-in-law nodded, her legs clamping my head tightly between them.

I gently inserted my fingers into her moist vagina, my fingers immediately enveloped by the warm vaginal walls, and I
began to stir my fingers wantonly, my sister-in-law excitedly arching her body and then falling back down.

I was having a great time when my sister-in-law suddenly turned off the light.

"I haven't had enough yet," I said.

"You little rascal, you've already touched me, what are you looking at now?" she said.

I sat up and, in the darkness, placed my penis near her mouth.

"What? It stinks," she said

. "My cock, my good sister-in-law, give it a suck," I said.

She answered with action, her warm mouth enveloping my penis instead of her vagina.

I pressed myself against her again, but this time head to toe, and began licking her hairy
vulva , my fingers lingering around her anus.

She didn't make any big movements, just licking my glans with her tongue, making me very itchy.

I pulled out my penis. "Sister-in-law, I'm going to fuck you."

She spread her legs.

"Wahhhhh!" A cry woke us from our passion, and she immediately turned on the light.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"You want to nurse again, don't you?" she said, putting her nipple into the baby's mouth.

I suddenly hugged my sister-in-law and pulled her onto my lap.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Doing you," I said, aiming my penis at her vagina and thrusting it in forcefully.

"Ahhhhh!" she moaned comfortably, then began to move up and down in my arms,
nursing the baby in her arms as she did so.

My hands kneaded her free breasts, and as she moved in and out of me, my penis
moved with ease in her perfectly fitted vagina.

"Sister-in-law...you...it's not loose there," I said between thrusts.

"Ugh..." she said, getting up from me, putting the baby aside, and
turning to continue nursing, her hands spreading her buttocks.

"Hehe..." I chuckled, then lay down beside her, my penis returning to its place.

I arched against her, my penis moving rapidly in and out of her warm vagina. I felt her
vagina getting hotter, and soon my penis was hot too.

"Slow down... baby..." my sister-in-law said.

I slowed down the speed of my thrusting, but increased the amplitude, trying to make sure my entire penis could
feel .

My sister-in-law suddenly turned around; the baby had fallen asleep while nursing.

"Finally asleep," I said, pressing down on my sister-in-law and thrusting forcefully.

I don't know how much time passed; I was almost exhausted, and my sister-in-law was drenched in sweat. With my last burst of
strength thrust twice quickly, and thick semen sprayed into her uterus. My sister-in-law
reached an unprecedented orgasm the moment I ejaculated.

I rolled off my sister-in-law, resting my head on her pillow, my hand touching her
vagina, which had just been filled with intense passion.

"Sister-in-law, that felt so good," I said.

"Me too... I felt like I was flying," my sister-in-law said.

"Did your brother make you feel that way?" I asked.

"Silly boy, if he could, why would he give you the chance?" my sister-in-law said, kissing my lips.

That night I slept soundly and even had a dream where I suddenly grew large breasts, and
milk came out when I squeezed them.

I woke up very early the next day. When I woke up, my sister-in-law was still asleep. I gently lifted the blanket and, with
the help of the sunlight, carefully looked at her still-wet vagina. Breathing in the mingled scent of the night's simmering saliva, my
penis became hard again.

My hands caressed my sister-in-law's buttocks, and then I began to kiss her plump buttocks, licking them with my tongue
, getting saliva everywhere. Soon, small bumps appeared on her buttocks.

I buried my head between my sister-in-law's legs, licking both her vagina and anus with my tongue.

After licking for a while, I withdrew my tongue and carefully observed my sister-in-law's vulva, which was wet with saliva. Her
labia had absorbed the saliva and become much redder.

"What are you looking at? Come in here!" my sister-in-law suddenly said.

"Oh, you're already awake," I said, my penis sliding in. My sister-in-law immediately started moving, and
I thrust in and out, feeling the pleasure radiating from my glans.

After a burst of passion, I ejaculated inside her again.

"You're still shooting inside? You'll get pregnant," my sister-in-law said, touching the semen flowing from her vagina.

"Then I'll give my brother another child," I said, smearing the semen from my glans evenly on her legs.

"You're cheating on your brother," my sister-in-law said, feigning anger.

"He said you're loose down there, so I'm getting revenge," I said, touching her anus.

"Let's see how you get revenge," my sister-in-law said.

"If you want revenge, you'll have to open a new passage," I said, my fingers
lingering , smearing the semen on my hand.

"What passage?" my sister-in-law asked.

Without a word, I pressed the head of my penis against her beautiful anus and then forcefully pushed it in.

"Ahhh, it hurts!" my sister-in-law squeezed tightly, making my penis feel incredibly good.

I was kneading my sister-in-law's breasts while thrusting forcefully.

SARS, oh SARS, I really hope SARS continues to spread.

Chapter Five: My Teacher's Wife

Hello! I am Wensheng. Time flies, and now, the image of my teacher's wife still lingers in my mind.

That year, I was still in junior high school in the county town when I heard that a new English teacher had been transferred there. However, what caught our attention
was not the English teacher himself, but his beautiful wife, our teacher's wife.

The first time I saw her, I was captivated by her mature and voluptuous figure. I always felt that she looked familiar; it turned out
she looked a lot like Wang Xuechun, the host of CCTV's "Zhengda Variety Show." However, she was a little taller
and . In short, my first impression of my teacher's wife was wonderful, and from then on, she became my
long-term companion for fantasies and masturbation.

Later, I learned that she worked as a tour guide at a travel agency and already had a six-year-old boy. I never
expected that she would still be so beautiful after having a child. At that time, I often thought that it would be great to have sex with my teacher's wife.
How wonderful! I must ravage her full buttocks and soft breasts, gently licking her rosy
nipples, thrusting into her vagina amidst her soft moans. Every time I think of this, my penis throbs with
pain. It's truly a blessing from heaven; this opportunity has finally arrived.

When I was in junior high, I enjoyed sports, often appearing on the school basketball and soccer fields.
During that period, my favorite sport was ice skating, though I wasn't very good, still at a beginner level, and I
often fell.

That day after school, I went to the school's ice rink to practice skating when suddenly two people, one big and one small, rushed towards me from the side
and crashed into me. The impact was enough to send me sprawling. I got up,
and the "three-character curse" that was about to burst out of my mouth was swallowed back by the beautiful face of my teacher's wife. It turned out that my teacher's wife was teaching
her son to ice skate.

My teacher's wife blushed and repeatedly said, "I'm sorry." When I realized that the person who bumped into me was my teacher's wife, the one I had been dreaming about
, my previous anger vanished without a trace. I even hoped that her voluptuous body
would bump into me again. (Hehe, but I can skip her perm; I've never had
the habit .)

Today, my teacher's wife was wearing tight jeans that accentuated her full hip curves
perfectly, and a tight turtleneck sweater on top, her two bowl-shaped breasts standing proudly on her
chest .

Such a sexy outfit made my penis unconsciously erect again. I've always thought that my teacher's wife is not only beautiful
but also very good at dressing; every time I see her, she's dressed so maturely and sexily. My teacher's wife clearly felt the heat in my gaze;
the blush on her face hadn't faded yet, but now it turned even redder. She tugged at the little boy beside her and said,
"Quickly apologize to your brother." It wasn't until then that I realized what was happening and quickly said, "It's okay, it's okay." "
Teacher's wife, you like skating too?

" She seemed a little embarrassed when I called her "teacher's wife." But after learning I was a student in her husband's class, her
attitude towards me became noticeably warmer. So I took the little boy's hand and invited them to skate together. After skating
for a while, the little boy said he was tired, so we skated to a nearby chair and sat down.

After chatting for a bit, I volunteered to teach the teacher's wife how to skate backwards. She was probably just starting
out and was quite enthusiastic, so she readily agreed. Holding her soft little hand, I was actually sweating with excitement.
The teacher's wife didn't notice anything unusual and continued practicing skating backwards with me diligently.

When we reached a turn, I pretended to trip over something and fell to the ground. The teacher's wife
naturally fell into my arms as well. I instinctively wrapped my arms around her, and my hands ended up on her full breasts. I
gently rubbed her breasts.

Because she had given birth, her breasts weren't very firm; they felt soft and
comfortable to the touch, and I could feel her two small nipples. My penis, uncooperatively, hardened again
, pressing against my teacher's wife's round buttocks. I couldn't help but twitch my lower body. Because she was wearing
jeans, her buttocks didn't feel soft and yielding.

But I was still very excited. My teacher's wife clearly felt the change in my penis, and her face turned red again, this time even her ears
turned red. She turned around and glared at me. I was really nervous at that moment, afraid that my teacher's wife would get angry.
I quickly got up and pulled my teacher's wife up as well.

After my teacher's wife stood up, she didn't say anything, nor did she pull her small hand, which was still tightly held in my hand;
her face was just red. I thought she was really charming at that moment. I couldn't help but become bolder again. I
continued , and with a little force, I pulled her to my side, so that she was close to me.

Then I released her small hand and tentatively placed my right hand on her slender waist. Surprisingly, she
didn't resist, but just glanced around. I knew she was afraid of being seen. Actually, the skating rink was crowded,
everyone was focused on skating, and no one noticed us. Even if they did see us, they would assume I was just helping her
teach her to skate.

Her son was also having a great time playing with a little girl next to him, completely unaware that his
mother were embracing. I tightened my grip, and now we were pressed tightly together. I turned my head
and whispered in her ear, "Teacher's wife, I've noticed you for a long time. From the first moment I saw you, I
liked you." She didn't speak, just smiled. I looked at her fair ear and gently licked her
earlobe.

She couldn't help but tremble slightly. She turned her head and gave me a sidelong glance. I
slowly to her pert bottom, gently stroking it back and forth as I glided forward
, sometimes even giving it a firm squeeze. Throughout this process, she didn't say a word, but the blush on her face
never faded.

I grew bolder, reaching out my left hand to guide her left hand towards my erect penis. When her
hand touched it, she reflexively pulled it back. I persistently placed her
small hand on my erection again. This time, she didn't pull her hand away, and my hand gently caressed her vulva.
Even through her pants, I could feel the softness and heat of her vulva.

As my movements intensified, her body became increasingly limp, almost entirely leaning against me,
occasionally accompanied by a low moan. Just as I was about to unzip her jeans, she grabbed my hand
and whispered, "Don't do this." I looked at her face, and she looked at me. I knew she truly
didn't want me to touch her any further this time.

I had no choice but to obediently caress her through her pants, and she softened her body, continuing to enjoy my caresses. I
frequently stroked her genitals and buttocks, occasionally using the hand that touched her genitals to squeeze her full breasts. As
I stroked her, I felt her body becoming increasingly soft, her genitals growing hotter, and they were constantly twitching.
I could feel her dampness even through her jeans. She would also occasionally squeeze my erect
penis with her soft little hands. We continued to stroke each other like this until her son cried to go home, and we separated.

When I followed them out of the skating rink, it was almost dark. I knew that my teacher's wife's
husband was tutoring us during evening self-study, so I walked behind her and whispered in her ear, "Teacher's wife, I'm going to..."
"Can I come up here to see you?" The teacher's wife turned around and looked at me in surprise. "Yes, teacher's wife, I really miss you. Please give me a
chance?" I continued to plead.

She smiled charmingly, turned around, and took the little boy away. Watching the teacher's wife's graceful figure
gradually disappear into the distance, I decided that I must risk going to see her tonight. In preparation for tonight's adventure, I decided to go home first
to fill my stomach and recharge for the challenge that night. When I returned to the classroom after dinner, the bell
rang for evening self-study. After waiting for a while, the English teacher, Chen XX, came into the classroom carrying a bundle of test papers. He said there would be an
English , and after distributing the test papers, he sat on the podium and read a book.

Thinking of Teacher Chen, I couldn't help but think of his beautiful wife. Was she waiting for me now?
This thought warmed my heart. Looking around, everyone was diligently working on their problems. But I had
no interest in doing anything. Looking at the letter 'd' on the test paper, I couldn't help but think of his wife's high, rounded buttocks; seeing
the letter 'b', I thought of her ample breasts. More than ten minutes passed, and I still
hadn't .

I went to the front of the class and said to Teacher Chen, who was engrossed in his book, "Teacher, I need to go to the restroom." "(I think
if he knew I was going to sleep with his wife, he definitely wouldn't agree to it.) He nodded without even looking up
. I quickly slipped out of the classroom and ran towards the teacher's house.

The teacher lived on the sixth floor, and I ran up the sixth floor in three steps at a time. When I stood in front of the teacher's door, panting
, I didn't have the courage to knock. I really wanted to just turn around and go home. (If I went back now, there would be no
story. I think everyone except Teacher Chen would thank me and would call me a coward, right?)

In the end, I couldn't bear to leave that lovely teacher's wife, so I finally mustered up the courage to knock on the door. After waiting for a while, the door opened.
It was the teacher's wife who opened the door. I stammered, "Teacher...madam...I...can I come in?" The teacher's wife
smiled and said, "You really dare to come? You're really audacious.

Who told you to be so beautiful? To die under a peony is to die a romantic death." I calmed down now
and joked with the teacher's wife. My teacher's wife chuckled and asked, "Am I really that attractive to you?" Stronger than
gravity I replied earnestly.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked. "I wouldn't be interested in anyone but you," I said, seizing the opportunity to
flatter her. She smiled and stepped aside. Once inside, I took a closer look at her. She was still wearing the same
sweater, but now she had makeup on, making her look incredibly alluring.

She had changed into jeans; I guessed her old jeans might have been soaked with her own fluids. I
looked around but didn't see her son; I guessed he was probably asleep. Sure enough, she said, "
My son, Xiaowei, is asleep. You can watch TV. I'll get you a cup of tea." He walked into the kitchen, and I quickly
followed. I saw my teacher's wife bending over, making tea, her high, round buttocks facing me.

I couldn't resist any longer. I went up and hugged her, gently rubbing my throbbing penis against her buttocks,
while my hands frantically kneaded her soft breasts. My teacher's wife groaned and stopped what she was doing. I
slipped my hand under her sweater, grabbing her breast through her bra. She only struggled symbolically
for a moment before letting me do as I pleased.

When I freed her breasts from her bra, I found that she had already put down
the teapot. Her hands were on the table. The feeling of grabbing her breasts directly was different from that through her clothes. The sensation of caressing her
was incomparable . Perhaps because she had breastfed, her breasts weren't very firm, feeling soft and yielding. I
kept pinching her nipples with my thumb and forefinger, gradually feeling them harden. My
teacher

's wife couldn't help but moan softly as my movements intensified. I simply lifted her sweater and draped it over her head, then knelt under the table and began kissing
her breasts. Her breasts were large and white, with faintly visible bluish veins.
The nipples, about the size of a fingertip, were dark red, standing proudly erect from the caresses. I took turns sucking
on her breasts, making her moan softly...mmm... The sound.

I started to unbutton my teacher's wife's jeans. They were so tight that it took a lot of
effort to pull them down to her buttocks. Her sexy black panties were revealed, clinging tightly to her fair, plump
buttocks, a striking contrast of black and white. I pressed my hand against her genitals and found that her panties were already
soaked with her own juices. My teacher trembled with my movements.

I pulled her panties down further, and because her legs were tightly closed, only the slit of her vulva was visible. I used
my bare hand to part her labia majora; they were purplish-red and extremely wet, even
the dark ... Her pubic hair was glistening with vaginal fluid. My teacher's wife's pubic hair wasn't very thick, but it was
shiny and evenly distributed above her vagina, looking very sexy.

I wanted to part her labia majora to continue my examination, but her jeans were still tightly wrapped around her hips,
making it difficult to separate them. So I went behind her, grabbed her jeans, and pulled them down. This time, she
cooperated quite well, quickly removing the jeans and underwear from her body. Now, except for
the sweater still covering her head, her entire body was exposed to my gaze.

Her snow-white, full body was dazzling under the light, and I couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "My teacher's wife is truly a natural beauty."
"While admiring her beauty, I felt a surge of intense jealousy towards Teacher Chen XX. Such a beautiful
body had always been his exclusive possession, and I was determined to break that dictatorship. Overwhelmed with excitement
, I reached down to my teacher's wife's genitals, parting her purplish-red labia majora to reveal her pink
labia minora.

Above her red vaginal opening was a small protrusion, smaller than a little finger; I knew that was the clitoris,
a woman's most sensitive area. I touched it, and my teacher's wife involuntarily let out soft
moans. I rubbed her clitoris back and forth, gradually feeling it harden in my hand, and my teacher's wife continued to moan..."i=64>Ah"""Ah""""、Ooh"""Ooh"""Moaning. 　　The teacher's wife's vagina became even wetter, feeling slippery to the touch. I knew the teacher's wife was also very excited , and I wanted to make her feel more comfortable, so I stuck out my tongue and gently licked her clitoris and vagina, sometimes using my tongue to lick her clitoris and vagina.

I forced my head into my teacher's wife's vaginal opening, rotating it back and forth. Her moans grew more urgent.

While licking, I vigorously rubbed her snow-white buttocks with my hands. Soon, her vagina
trembled , her legs straightened, and even her raised buttocks trembled slightly. Suddenly, her vaginal opening opened,
and a stream of slightly white liquid gushed out. I felt something salty and fishy flow into my mouth, and before I
could react, it went down my throat. My teacher's wife had reached her first orgasm.

I felt my penis throbbing painfully in my pants, so I quickly took off my clothes. Holding my
burning penis, I attacked her vagina from behind. Because of the excessive vaginal fluid, it was slippery,
and my penis slid around on her vulva and buttocks, unable to find the right spot. The more anxious I became, the more chaotic my movements became, my penis just
thrusting in and out of her buttocks and vulva.

The teacher's wife, huddled in her sweater, chuckled softly. She reached out and grasped my penis,
guiding it towards her vaginal opening. When the head of my penis touched her vulva, without her prompting, I thrust
my hips large penis slid in with a "plop." Although she had given birth, her vagina
wasn't very wide, tightly enveloping my penis. It felt warm and incredibly comfortable.

I moved my hips rhythmically, my penis pumping in and out of her wetness like
a piston . I grew increasingly excited, my thrusts becoming more and more vigorous, until my teacher's wife's wetness overflowed,
staining my lower abdomen and soaking even my pubic hair, which clung limply
to my stomach. With each thrust, my lower abdomen slammed violently against her large, white buttocks, making
a "slap" sound.

Her buttocks trembled with each impact. As my penis withdrew, it pulled out her two tender
, red labia; as I thrust again, they returned to her tender opening. My teacher's wife moved her
buttocks with my thrusts.

Her wetness was so abundant that each powerful thrust squeezed out gushes of fluid, and each
withdrawal brought forth more. Her fluids made our joined area slippery and sticky
, so much so that when we parted, I could clearly feel the stickiness of her juices.

My teacher's wife couldn't control herself… She kept moaning "Yi," "Yi," "Ya," "Ya," and
squeezing . I was experiencing the ultimate pleasure, both visually and physically, and I couldn't help but let out
"Ah," "Ah." I lay on my teacher 's

wife's naked back, licking her snow-white skin with my tongue and vigorously rubbing her
breasts and nipples with my hands. My penis, however, continued to thrust in and out of her vagina without stopping.
Even now, I could hardly believe that the beautiful teacher's wife who had haunted my dreams was now begging for pleasure under my thrust.

I worked hard on her vagina, and she cooperated with me. The excitement grew stronger,
my glans tingling; I knew I was about to ejaculate. I took a deep breath, tightened my anus, and tried to control
my urge to ejaculate. After a while, I suddenly felt her vaginal walls trembling slightly. I increased
the intensity and depth of my thrusts, and sure enough, after a violent shudder, she reached orgasm.

When her hot vaginal fluids drenched my glans, I couldn't hold back any longer. I cried out, "Teacher's wife! I...
I'm going to ejaculate too!" The teacher's wife was startled and quickly sat up, saying, "Quickly, quickly, teacher, pull it out, don't
ejaculate inside. " Seeing my teacher's wife so anxious, I didn't want to go against her wishes, so I pulled out my penis. As it left
her vagina, it made a "pop" sound.

My semen shot out in a parabolic arc, landing on her snow-white back and large buttocks. Thick
semen flowed down her white buttocks like pure milk. My teacher's wife was also
panting . I turned her around, holding her, and took off the sweater that was still covering her head, leaving us completely naked
.

I saw that her large, alluring eyes were tightly closed, the blush on her face hadn't completely faded, her sexy
red lips were still trembling slightly, and her pretty, hot face was covered with a layer of fine sweat. Now I understood that "
drenched in fragrant sweat" was exactly how to describe a woman at this moment. My teacher's wife finally opened her eyes, and when her beautiful eyes
looked at me, I asked, "Teacher's wife, did I make you feel good?" "My teacher's wife blushed again. (I don't
know why she blushes so easily, but honestly,

she's especially attractive when she blushes.) She reached out and grasped my soft penis, saying, 'You're so young,
where did you learn so many flirting techniques?' 'Teacher's wife, don't you know there are porn movies now?' I said.
My teacher's wife suddenly realized and said, 'Oh, I see. This is your first time, isn't it?'

I looked at her in surprise and said, 'How did you know? Did I do something wrong?
' My teacher's wife smiled but didn't answer, only squeezing my penis hard with her small hand.

I hugged her naked body tightly and whispered in her ear, 'Teacher's wife, do you know what a sexual partner is? I've wanted to have sex
with you for almost a year. Every night I think about making love to you, and I always masturbate with you in mind, otherwise
I can't sleep at night.' My teacher's wife suddenly became aroused, hugged me tightly, and put her tongue into my mouth. I
greedily sucked on her fragrant tongue." Under his teacher's wife's teasing, my penis became erect again, pressing hard against
her soft belly.

She looked down at my erect penis, flicked it with her finger, and it bounced up and down, as if
nodding in homage. She gently took my hand and led me to the living room. Once there, she had me sit on
the sofa, then knelt in front of me, opening her red lips to take my throbbing penis into her mouth. I stared at
her in surprise; she smiled seductively at me. She gently licked my bright red glans with her soft tongue, parting the urethral opening with her
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