Mark - Tutor (What an old-fashioned name)

It's 7:30 PM, and I'm checking my student's homework. 1500
NTD an hour for doing mundane tasks like checking elementary school homework or tutoring—how can
such good thing exist? Even though I'm in the thick of it, I still have my doubts.

I focus back on the problems; having a college student check these addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division problems is a waste of talent.

I hand the problems back to my student: "Very good." I smile at her. A
blush immediately rises to her face. "Sweet girl," I think to myself. I stroke her face, her
favorite gesture, and now the blush has spread to her neck.

What she does
next moves it down to her chest, but her body is so petite that one hand almost
completely covers her breasts. At that moment, although I felt something was amiss, I didn't pull my hand away. I guessed
this might be her way of showing friendliness, but what happened next immediately overturned my assumption.

My hand lingered on her chest for about five minutes, or less. I felt her body temperature and her
heartbeat ; a warm and intense vibration traveled through my hand. (At the time, I didn't think about it that way at all, because she
was really too small. Sex and children are sometimes so closely related, yet sometimes they are like strangers facing each
other .) Her small hand held mine tightly, making me embarrassed to pull it away.

It seemed the rest was over, and her hand moved again. Slowly, slowly, my hand reached her sleeping
private parts (does anyone have a more elegant word?). Even I, oblivious as I am, knew that things were serious now. If
anyone came in and saw this indecent scene, I would definitely be taken to court. But I still couldn't just
pull my hand away ; it would definitely hurt her. Even I, in my idiocy, knew how
humiliating it would be for a woman to do this (even though she's not even ten years old). Wait, who taught her this? It couldn't have been spontaneous;
right now her genitals are only used for excretion!

As I racked my brains trying to figure out how to break this deadlock, she started forcefully squeezing my hand towards her genitals—
just squeezing, really just squeezing. She didn't know sexual pleasure yet, so her movements were so
rough and colorless. But I still got an erection because the scene excited me. And she continued her
mechanical squeezing motion, seemingly unaware of the change in this male, just constantly
rubbing my hand towards her.

Gradually, I started to feel like I couldn't take it anymore; if this continued, I would be consumed by reproductive desire. So I made up
my mind to pull my hand back.

"Eek!" (sound of a door opening), oh my god!! The door opened!!

"It's Madam!" She walked in with a pot of iced tea, smiling. "Rest a bit... What are you doing?!"

Oh no! I'm 20 and I'm going to jail. I absolutely can't show my face when the reporters ask me questions...
While

I was lost in thought, Madam dragged me away from the scene. She told the child, "Stay
in your room and don't come out!!" Huh? Shouldn't she check on her daughter first?

Madam dragged me to her bedroom, threw me on the bed, and started taking off her clothes. Huh?

Why is she taking off her clothes? Wasn't she going to yell at me? Today's been so strange; I'm too tired
to be surprised anymore.

I quietly looked at her, at her purple lace bra and black stockings... something seemed missing. Ah!
She wasn't wearing underwear! Was it because it was too hot? Even the hairs on my leg knew this was absolutely impossible, but whatever it
was, my brother was already ready to tear him apart.

I figured she should take the initiative, so I just sat there, watching her pull down my pants, grab
my penis, and then she stopped. She stared at me with those abyssal eyes, looking like she wanted to devour me
whole . She turned her attention back to my penis, slowly opening her mouth, as if
deliberately showing it to someone. She stuck out her tongue, sliding it from my testicles to the tip of my glans, then
circled it around, her saliva already soaking my penis. Then she took my glans into her mouth
, holding it in place with her teeth, and began to slowly lick the urethral opening (or what's called the urethral opening?).

I began to feel waves of electric current rushing into my brain. She increased her speed,
the quality and quantity of the electric waves rising sharply. My body began to throb, the intense pleasure making me forget where I was. I had
probably entered a state of selflessness, the world around me seemingly light-years away. This intense pleasure
continued relentlessly, but I still didn't feel the urge to ejaculate. It wasn't because I had great stamina, but because her technique was too good; she completely
understood how to manipulate a man's sexual organs.

I couldn't take it anymore. I told myself that if this continued, I might die under her lips and tongue.

"Please...please...let me out..." I pleaded with her. She smiled at me with a strange expression,
opened her mouth, and released me from this blissful hell. My glans was covered in foam formed from saliva, and her
mouth was still connected to it by five or six thin lines.

I started panting heavily, my glans still swaying back and forth and side to side from the lingering pleasure, but she
seemed determined to kill me. She climbed onto my body, slowly sat down, and completely
devoured .

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Exhausted... Xiao Feng is an old friend of this forum,
a persistent . I thought after being a lurker for so long, it was time to produce something. This is
the result of my wild fantasies one night. I thought I could finish it quickly, but it took me forever, so I had to split it into two parts.

I'm from the Random faction, and my most admired person is Brother Gu She. I hope you keep up the good work!! (I know this request is
unreasonable , so please just take a look.)

Home Education (II)

Warmth, dampness, obscenity, filth, and many other feelings flooded my mind at that moment, but I became more excited because of these complex feelings. It seems that people can obtain greater pleasure
when doing things that are usually considered taboo .

She began to move up and down. Compared to the intense, unbearable pleasure from before, the current sensation was
warm and pleasant. I think if the tension from before hadn't lingered, I probably would have ejaculated already.

Suddenly, she stopped, which sent a jolt through me. I thought she wanted to hear my pleas.
Normally, I would never do it, but now I desperately needed to release
. All thoughts of pride had vanished during the oral sex.

"Please…" I hesitated, my voice trembling, "Please… continue."

But her cold expression didn't respond.

Suddenly, "Touch me," she said.

I hadn't touched her since we came in. Was that why she was angry? So my
hands moved to her ample breasts, gently gliding over them, gliding and gliding. I reached for her
erect , dark red nipple, moved my mouth up to it, and gently bit it, then began to do to it
what she had done to my glans earlier. Now, with my mouth doing the work, my left hand was free, so I began to stroke downwards, targeting
the genitals.

"No!!!!!" Suddenly, the child rushed in: "Don't touch her!!!! Big brother,
please!!!!"

At this moment, the woman smiled, a smile that didn't belong to this world, a ghostly smile.
She pushed me away, then half-lay on the bed, propping her back with several pillows.

"Fuck me!" she said in a strange tone, the kind of
tone that would make you want to take her even if you knew her daughter was right next to you. Her fingers were spreading her vulva open, her middle finger still
playing with the fluids we secreted, making a constant squeaking sound.

As if unconsciously, I inserted my penis into her obscene passage, and unconsciously began thrusting
.

She began to moan incessantly, as if calling out to her daughter.

The child, now in tears, had been crying out since earlier, "Big brother, don't touch her!
Big brother, don't touch her!!"

Seeing us having sex again was a cruel sight for her, and she cried even more frantically
. Suddenly,

she grabbed my waist, trying to separate me from her mother, but her arms were too short to
exert any force. So she grabbed my right hand, pulling hard while screaming. But I was
controlled by the woman's body; my eyes were only on her private parts, my mind only filled
with the desire , completely indifferent to the little girl's cries that seemed to be drawing out her own blood.

I just kept attacking the lady's lower body relentlessly and forcefully. I felt I had reached my limit, so I
released my life inside her.

While I was still weak from the afterglow of ejaculation, all I could see was the lady's smiling face—beautiful, a lewd,
hellish smile.

All I could hear was the child's crying: "Why did you steal my big brother? Why did you steal my big
brother ? You already have a father, and he fucks you every day. Why won't you let your big brother fuck me??"

The child bit my neck hard, and I heard her muttering incessantly.

"Big brother fuck me! Big brother fuck me!! Big brother fuck me!! Big brother fuck me!! Big brother…"

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