Skirt Fragrance 09-20 (Completed)

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Chapter Nine: Youthful Flesh, Godmother's Love, Mother's Sister's Fragrance, Young Man's Obsession An old classmate from afar named Meizhen was once a close friend of Guixiang, the future owner of "Under the Skirt Fragrance" when they were in school. Meizhen's two children even recognized Guixiang as their godmother. "Oh, Gui Xiang, you've aged so well!" Mei Zhen grabbed her old classmate's hand as soon as they met, calling to the two children, "Er Jie, Er Jia, quickly call her godmother." "Oh my, is this Xiao Jie? He's grown so much!" Gui Xiang beckoned them to get in the car, still looking at the two children closely: "Xiao Jie is in his teens? Fifteen?" "Sixteen, and Xiao Jia is fourteen. I'm getting old, but you're so lucky, you don't have any children and your youth lasts forever." "
Where are you old?" Gui Xiang pinched her cheek: "Your skin is so smooth, you look younger than me." The four of them got into Gui Xiang's car. Mei Zhen and her two children were guests from afar, so Gui Xiang arranged the itinerary. Along the way, they visited many scenic spots and historical sites. When old classmates meet, they naturally have endless stories to tell about the vicissitudes of life and the ups and downs of old friends. Halfway through the journey, Gui Xiang suddenly needed to relieve herself. She stopped the car by the roadside and went into the woods with Mei Zhen to relieve herself. There was no one around, only the sound of their urine splashing on the dry leaves. Their conversation became even more private. "Are you still working at that company?" Gui Xiang asked, "That trading firm?" "No, I changed jobs two years ago. Now it's an advertising company." "Still working as a secretary?" Mei Zhen nodded. Gui Xiang asked again, "How's your boss? Is he good to you?" "Oh, don't even mention it." Even though there was no one else around, Mei Zhen subconsciously looked around before lowering her voice and saying, "On my second day at work, he put his hand under my skirt." Gui Xiang laughed, "Only on the second day, that's considered good. Some people have to perform oral sex during the job interview."
"Really? Who's so wicked?" "My husband." Gui Xiang chuckled and said, "Anyway, the economy is bad now, it's not easy to find a job, so men take advantage of the situation." "Isn't that right?" Mei Zhen said, "The boss at the trading firm before was okay, I only had to deal with him once or twice a month, but this one, I don't know if he's younger, does it two or three times a week. My husband isn't like that...
" "You're sexy." “Sometimes I’d be on the phone while he did it to me, and I had to be careful not to let the person on the other end hear me moaning,” Meizhen continued. “This is a big company with many departments, and the managers often exchange secretaries to play around with. I’ve only been there for a little over six months, and I’ve already been with seven or eight managers and directors. And since they see I have a husband and children, and I’ve had a tubal ligation, they don’t worry about any trouble, so they don’t even bother with condoms.” Meizhen wiggled her hips, wiping away the last few drops of urine, and said, “I’m fine with it myself, I just consider it a work requirement. It’s just that I feel sorry for my husband. His wife is out working, and he still gets taken advantage of by other men…” “Hey, try to think positively. When women work, who doesn’t let their boss take advantage of them a little? Just think about how your husband does the same thing to other men’s wives at work, and you won’t feel so bad.” Guixiang watched as Meizhen pulled up her white underwear with black dots, and a small wet patch immediately appeared in the crotch. She laughed and said, “I’ll keep these underwear. The store is a little short on stock lately.” “No problem,” Meizhen said. “You’ve been treating us to a meal, and I don’t know how to repay that favor.”
"Old friend, still talking about this?" Gui Xiang's eyes darted around. "But if you want to repay my favor, why not give me Erjia's underwear too?" "Erjia?" Meizhen was surprised. Gui Xiang laughed and said, "You can't hide it from me. I figured it out a long time ago. Erjia and Erjie have already had sex, right? Erjie even slept with his mother. The three of them playing together, how exciting! -- What I don't know is: was your husband involved too?" "He doesn't know." Meizhen shook her head and said, "Erjie is young and energetic. Luckily, there's Erjia. Otherwise, with a husband at home and a bunch of bosses at work, having him do it every day would be too much to handle." "Oh dear." Gui Xiang said,
"You say that, but you actually quite enjoy it, don't you? Others may not know, but don't I know? You've been a female pervert since you were a teenager. Doing it two or three times a day is nothing." Meizhen smiled without answering. Gui Xiang then said, "Let Erjie and his sister keep their godmother company tonight, and let me test their skills in bed." "Okay, I can rest too. You can do whatever you want with them." "Don't get too excited, I won't let you be idle." "How so?" Mei Zhen asked in surprise. "The hotel we're staying at tonight is a five-star hotel," Gui Xiang said. "It's not cheap, but I know their manager, so I'll get a 50% discount, on the condition that my beautiful, mature girlfriend keeps him company." "Oh dear," Mei Zhen chuckled, "Then I'll become a high-class prostitute?" Two days later, the trip ended. Gui Xiang saw off Mei Zhen and her two daughters, leaving two pairs of underwear each from Mei Zhen and Er Jia, still carrying their strong body odor, back at Qun Di Xiang, where Hui Xin packed them up and put them away. Mei Zhen's pair was white with black polka dots, and the other was pink and blue lace; Er Jia's two pairs each had cute Garfield and teddy bear designs. Hui Xin wrote on the labels: Mrs. Liu, 38 years old, clerk; Jia Jia, 15 years old, student. "What's the news at the shop these past few days?" Gui Xiang's hand reached under Hui Xin's skirt, but she noticed something unusual in Hui Xin's crotch and exclaimed in surprise, "Huh, what's this?" Hui Xin laughed and lifted her skirt, showing Gui Xiang her penis, and then explained in detail the cutting-edge product that Yi Qing had introduced. Gui Xiang listened with astonishment. "I wear it all day now, I don't even have to take it off to pee," Hui Xin said. "That's so convenient," Gui Xiang exclaimed, pulling back its soft foreskin and licking it. Sure enough, it smelled of Hui Xin's urine. Gui Xiang couldn't hold back any longer and took off her own underwear: "Come on, let me try it." Hui Xin had already used her penis several times in the past two days and was quite skilled, giving Gui Xiang a great time. After the climax, Gui Xiang rubbed Hui Xin's buttocks and asked, "Besides you having a penis, is there anything else special?"
"A customer said his surname was He and he had just moved to this area," Huixin said. "He bought a lot of DVDs, mostly about voyeurism and women's restrooms." "I have two new DVDs, about my and my classmate's children, my godson and goddaughter. I wonder if he'll be interested?" "Oh, the boss lady is personally involved," Huixin chuckled. "That's guaranteed to be exciting. Let me take a look." ****************************** He Jisheng had only moved in less than a week ago. His new house was just two streets away from "Under the Skirt Fragrance." He had renovated the house when he bought it, and one of the major changes was to his and his wife's bedroom. Next to the bathroom was a one-way mirror. He Jisheng had secretly installed a one-way mirror on the wall. No one in the bathroom would know that the people in the next room could see everything happening in the bathroom through the mirror. Old He installed the mirror mainly to peep at his daughter. Only his wife, Yongmei, knew this. Yongmei initially felt it was inappropriate, but being always submissive and used to obeying her husband, she didn't know how to object to Old He's insistence. Old He even told her, "I peep at Jiewei, you can peep at Zhongping too." "I'm not as perverted as you," Yongmei said. However, since Old He could freely watch Jiewei bathe, their sex life seemed to have improved. Old He always seemed very excited, and his penis seemed a little thicker and larger than before, making Yongmei feel completely satisfied, so she no longer cared about his perverted behavior of peeping at their daughter. One day, Old He had to go out for a business dinner and wouldn't be home for dinner. After dinner, Yongmei washed the dishes and tidied up in the room. She heard Jiewei go into the bathroom to shower. After she finished, a while later, it was Zhongping's turn. Yongmei suddenly had an idea. She thought: why not peep at him, just once? Her son was sixteen years old this year, and she hadn't seen his body in a long time. She wondered how he was developing. "It shouldn't be a problem to take a look, right? Zhongping won't know anyway." She got up, locked the door, and then quietly took down a painting hanging on the wall. Behind the painting was a mirror. Yongmei's heart pounded wildly. She had never done anything like this before—peeping at her sixteen-year-old son taking a bath. "Pervert!" she cursed herself, but for some reason, this perverted act gave her a strange sense of excitement. In the bathroom, Zhongping had just closed the door and was taking off his clothes. As soon as he took off his trousers, Yongmei was so surprised she almost cried out: Zhongping wasn't wearing the men's underwear Yongmei had bought for him, but rather... A pink, lace-trimmed pair of women's panties. Yongmei looked closer and realized they were her own. She had taken them off yesterday after showering and tossed them carelessly into the laundry basket, only to wash them two days later. Now, they tightly clung to her son's genitals, his erection straining against the crotch, almost bursting through. Zhongping, however, didn't remove his own panties. He bent down and rummaged through the laundry basket, pulling out two more pairs of panties: one with small red polka dots, which Yongmei had just changed out of during her shower; the other was Jiewei's white thong. Zhongping turned his mother's and sister's panties inside out, sniffed them, and a smile played on his lips, seemingly pleased with the scent they had left on them. Then he began licking Yongmei's crotch. Yongmei let out a groan, instinctively squeezing her legs together. She could almost feel Zhongping's wet tongue wriggling between her labia. Both of her panties were soaked—one wet from Zhongping's licking, and the other from her own vaginal fluid. Zhongping licked back and forth between his mother's and sister's underwear, rubbing his own genitals with his hands. Finally, he sucked on Yongmei's crotch, ejaculating a thick stream of semen onto her other pink underwear. Yongmei, unable to contain herself, began to vigorously rub her vulva with her fingers, reaching orgasm as she watched her son ejaculate. After showering, Zhongping casually put on his mother's red polka-dot underwear. Yongmei waited a while after he came out before tiptoeing into the bathroom, stealthily taking her own pink underwear. Back in her room, she examined it closely and found the crotch covered in Zhongping's semen. She was surprised by the amount; she even noticed two curly pubic hairs, unsure if they were hers or Zhongping's. The semen emitted an alluring scent, and Yongmei, suddenly overcome with urge, bent down and licked the mixture of their bodily fluids clean. From that day on, Yongmei would peek at Zhongping's activities in the bathroom whenever she had the chance. Zhongping remained completely oblivious, still sniffing and licking the panties stained with his mother's and sister's scent while showering, masturbating at the same time. Only during their periods were their panties spared from his attention, either because they were stained with blood or because they didn't contain the fluids he desired. After showering, Zhongping would change into Yongmei's panties as usual and come out as if nothing had happened. Yongmei would then slip into the bathroom, retrieve the panties stained with her son's semen, and return to her room to enjoy them. She noticed that Zhongping treated both her and her daughter's underwear equally. However, Jiewei preferred thongs, only wearing regular briefs during her period. Therefore, Zhongping mostly used Yongmei's underwear, which had a larger crotch area, to collect his semen. Occasionally, though, he would ejaculate on Jiewei's underwear. At first, Yongmei hesitated to lick semen directly from her daughter's underwear, but gradually she got used to it. From then on, Yongmei knew that her underwear tasted better than before, because when she licked her son's semen, she would become incredibly excited, soaking her crotch. And whenever she thought of Zhongping masturbating, his blissful expression as he licked her semen, and the secret of them sharing underwear, her semen would repeatedly stain her crotch wet. This also improved her sex life with Lao He; she became more passionate in bed. She didn't hide the fact that she was spying on Zhongping from her husband. In fact, the couple were in the same room, so it was impossible to hide it from him. However, she wasn't sure if Lao He had the magnanimity to accept her and her son's perverted behavior of sharing each other's bodily fluids every day, so she decided not to tell him. Old He asked her, "Does Zhongping masturbate while taking a bath?" Yongmei smiled but didn't answer, instead asking, "What about Jiewei? Does she masturbate?" "Yes, almost every time. She lies in the bathtub, rubbing her fingers between her legs, looking like she's enjoying it. But her fingers don't go inside, so I guess she's still a virgin." "Of course she's a virgin. She's only fifteen." "It's just that her breasts are a little small. I remember your breasts used to be small too. I put in so much effort, sucking and touching them, to get them to this size now." "Once Jiewei gets a boyfriend, let her suck and touch them, and they'll naturally grow bigger." Chapter Ten: A Pervert's Boudoir, His Sister-in-Law's Adultery, and a Female Student Encountering a Pervert in a Narrow Alley. Old He has a younger brother named He Jiye, who is lazy and can't hold down any job for long. He was recently laid off and comes to borrow money from his brother every week or two. Old He privately told Yongmei that the lecherous Jiye spends all his money on prostitutes. That day, Jiye came to his brother's house again. Lao He was at work, and Zhongping and Jiewei were at school. Jiye asked Yongmei for money, and Yongmei couldn't help but say to him, "Why don't you just find a job and save some money to get married? That way, someone will take care of you." "Sigh, I can barely take care of myself now, let alone get married? Who would marry me?" "If you're willing to start a business, your brother can lend you money to start with. It's better than spending all your money on those shady places..." "I don't go to those places often," Jiye argued, "But men always have needs, right?"
"Then find someone, get married, and settle down." "Easier said than done. Finding a partner or dating costs money, and you can't always succeed. This way, I can pay for enjoyment, and we're even." "You're even, but we're paying for you to go to prostitutes. What about that?" "Sister-in-law, you're worried about the money? I have an idea." Seeing the malicious smile on his face, Yongmei knew it wasn't a good idea, but she couldn't help asking, "What idea?" Jiye moved closer to her, putting his arm around her shoulder: "Sister-in-law, please help me. If we're together once every week or two, I won't need to go to prostitutes." Yongmei was shocked: "Are you crazy? What are you saying?" She hurriedly tried to... She pushed him away, but Jiye pulled her even tighter, whispering in her ear, "Didn't you say you didn't want to pay for me to go to a brothel? This is good for you both too, it saves you a lot of money." "How can this be?" Yongmei struggled, but Jiye's other hand had already grabbed the straps of her blouse and bra, pulling them down. One of Yongmei's round breasts immediately popped out. Jiye exclaimed in admiration and kissed her cheek: "Sister-in-law, your breasts are so cute." "Don't do this, let me go, let me go..." Yongmei twisted in vain, but her resistance only excited Jiye more. He kissed Yongmei's neck, rubbing her bare breast with one hand, making the nipple big and hard. "You're excited." Jiye leered, finally releasing her breasts, but his hand moved down, snake-like, slipping inside her pants, groping for treasure outside her underwear. Yongmei was wearing lace panties today, the sparse holes barely concealing her abundant pubic hair. "Oh, your pubic hair is quite thick," Jiye said, rubbing her pubic hair for a while, his hand continuing to move down, touching her small crotch: "Hehe, really excited, huh? You're all wet down there." "Don't do this, Jiye, don't..." Yongmei could only plead repeatedly, but Jiye ignored her, picking her up and carrying her into the bedroom, throwing her face down onto the bed. Yongmei struggled to get up, but Jiye grabbed her waistband, pulling it down to her ankles along with her underwear, his technique so practiced it made one wonder if he was a habitual rapist. Yongmei screamed, but Jiye grabbed her wrists from behind. At the same time, she felt Jiye's lips pressed against her smooth buttocks. The woman's struggling and twisting buttocks looked even more sexy. Jiye moved from behind to the front, kissing his sister-in-law's bare buttocks and plump labia to his heart's content before pressing down on her back. He reached down and unzipped his pants, taking out his fully erect penis. He rolled over with Yongmei in his arms, so that Yongmei was lying face up on top of him. Jiye, as if wrestling, hooked his legs up from behind, hooked Yongmei's legs apart, and locked all four of her limbs, making her unable to move. Her already slightly wet vagina was wide open. Jiye thrust his waist and penetrated her from below, immediately starting to pump. Yongmei's pleas slowly turned into moans. When a man's penis has entered her body, a woman usually gives up struggling and accepts the fact that she has been raped. Jiye hadn't felt this excited in a long time. The semen he'd originally intended for some random woman had filled his sister-in-law's vagina. Afterwards, Yongmei, still shaken, sat on the edge of the bed, cleaning herself with tissues. Jiye embraced her trembling body from behind, kissing her earlobe. "It's nothing serious, is it?" he said. "Thinking about the money you saved makes me feel much better." "If your brother finds out, he'll kill me." "If I don't tell, and you don't tell, how will he know?" Jiye suddenly remembered, "You...you're not pregnant, are you?"
Yongmei shook her head. "I had a tubal ligation." "Then it's fine." Jiye turned her face towards him and kissed her lips. Yongmei no longer resisted, letting his tongue enter her mouth. "So fragrant and sweet." Jiye tasted his sister-in-law's saliva, leering, "How about one more time?" He sat down next to Yongmei. Yongmei saw that his penis was half-erect. Jiye pressed her head between his legs, and before he could say anything, Yongmei automatically opened her mouth and took his penis in. What difference does it make? She thought: being with him once or ten times is the same. From this moment on, she became a prostitute, a prostitute only for her own uncle's enjoyment. The second time the two uncles and sisters-in-law made love was different from the first time. It didn't even seem like a client and a prostitute, but like a couple in love. Jiye kept mumbling indistinctly in Yongmei's ear, "Sister-in-law, my good sister-in-law, my Mei-jie, my little vixen Mei-jie..." Yongmei responded with panting and moans. When Jiye ejaculated inside her again, she even felt pleasure, and her whole body trembled slightly. "I'll come back in two weeks, hmm?" After Jiye finished, he patted his butt and left like a client. Thinking that his sister-in-law had become his one and only whore, not only clean and safe, without the need for a condom, but also free to use, it was too ideal. The more Jiye thought about it, the more excited he became, wishing he could go back and fuck her again immediately. "A free whore, I'd never get tired of it, he certainly wouldn't wait two weeks to come back. Maybe next week, no, maybe tomorrow." After Jiye left, Yongmei lay on the bed, utterly exhausted, letting Jiye's semen slowly flow from her vagina, soaking her buttocks and the sheets. Half a day later, she got up, collected the sheets, and took them to wash, involuntarily reliving the passionate moment, remembering Jiye calling her "my little vixen, Sister Mei"...
She was surprised to find that she was actually looking forward to Jiye's next visit, hoping he wouldn't wait two weeks, preferably next week, no, preferably tomorrow... ************************************** From then on, Yongmei and Jiye, brother and sister-in-law, secretly began their affair, carefully choosing times when Lao He was at work and their children were at school, thus remaining undetected. Each time after their encounter, when Yongmei saw her brother-in-law off, it was Jiewei on her way home from school. Sometimes she would walk down a long, narrow alley. The alley was quiet, and perhaps due to the air currents, it was always very windy. Even if there was no wind on the street outside, the wind would ruffle her hair and whip her school uniform skirt around. Sometimes, when Jiewei was with her classmates, they could see each other's underwear peeking out from under their skirts and tease each other. Today, she was alone, and the relentless wind still whipped her skirt up. Jiewei heard a loud whistle behind her. Startled, she hurriedly pressed her skirt down, worried that it might be one of the boys from her school taking a picture of her exposed underwear and posting it online—that would be incredibly embarrassing. Just as Jiewei was about to turn around to see who was whistling, she was suddenly grabbed tightly from behind and pushed into a corner of the alley. Jiewei was too terrified to scream. The attacker was a short man wearing a black hood, only his eyes and mouth visible. "You... what are you going to do?" "What am I going to do? Do you!" The man chuckled, his voice deliberately lowered, and flashed a short knife in front of her face. "Be a good girl and let me have some fun, then I'll let you go. Otherwise, hmph!" "No, don't hurt me." Jiewei remembered the advice she had read, which said that girls had to cooperate in such situations, so she said, "I will cooperate. You can have whatever you want." "That's good." Jiewei's attitude surprised the attacker. He brandished the knife and said in a deep voice, "Unbutton your shirt. I want to see your breasts." Jiewei gritted her teeth, her trembling fingers unbuttoning her white shirt. Then, without waiting for his instructions, she obsequiously removed the clasp from the front of her lace bra. "Damn, such small breasts!" The man seemed very dissatisfied, but he still pinched her nipples, making them hard, and then sucked on her breasts a couple of times. "Too small breasts, not good! Take off your underwear!"
Jiewei reached into her blue skirt and pulled down her panties. The other man snatched them away, sniffed the crotch, and casually stuffed them into his pocket. Jiewei felt a pang of heartache; they were her beloved panties, with a pink and blue Hello Kitty pattern. "No, please give them back..." she cried. The man ignored her, squatting down and lifting her skirt, disappearing beneath it. Jiewei was worried. He hadn't liked her small breasts earlier, and she hoped the view beneath her skirt wouldn't further offend him—perhaps his pubic hair was too thick or too sparse, the urine smell too strong, too wet or not wet enough… Actually, she had no idea what kind of pubic hair men liked. Once, she overheard some boys in her class chatting; one said he often stole his mother's discarded panties to play with, and that he liked the smell. The other boys shared their experiences of playing with the panties of their mothers, sisters, and other female relatives. Jiewei suspected they knew she was nearby and were deliberately telling her. She wondered if the boys secretly exchanged their mothers' or sisters' panties. She wondered again: Did her brother Zhongping also steal her and her mother's underwear to play with? But flat-chested girls are usually not popular, that's for sure, and it's also the thing she's most dissatisfied with about her body. The pervert didn't seem to find anything wrong with what was under her skirt. Jiewei felt him start licking her genitals. This was the first time she had been licked. She had fantasized about this scene many times, especially when she was alone in the bathroom, masturbating in the bathtub, imagining herself lying on a bed covered with rose petals, and a handsome guy (sometimes it was one of the boys in her class who would molest women's underwear) buried his head between her legs, licking her two rose-like labia, sucking her clitoris... But she never thought that her first time would be in such a dark and windy alley, and the other person was a pervert she didn't even know what he looked like... If she could see his face, if he was even handsome, then she probably wouldn't be so resistant. Footsteps echoed in the alley. Jiewei, emboldened by some unknown source of courage, kicked away the pervert who had crawled under her skirt and ran towards the sound of footsteps. It was a man. Jiewei threw herself on top of him, still trembling uncontrollably, crying, "Help me! There's...there's a pervert!" She heard hurried footsteps behind her. Jiewei didn't dare turn around, but she could tell the pervert knew he'd been caught and was running away. "Are you alright?" the man holding Jiewei asked. Jiewei shook her head. She felt completely weak, leaning against the man, forgetting that her breasts were half-exposed, her small breasts pressed against the man's chest, her pink nipples hardening even more. "Are you really alright?" the man asked again, "Should we call the police?" Jiewei immediately shook her head vigorously. She was already thankful she hadn't been raped; calling the police? She didn't want to recount this horrific experience to the police again. "I'm a masseur," the man said. "My clinic is just ahead. Would you like me to check you out?"
The man led Jiewei back to the massage parlor, introducing himself as Zhuang Riqiang. There were two other women in the parlor. Zhuang briefly explained what had happened to them, then led Jiewei into a small room with a massage bed. Zhuang had her lie down on the bed, and Jiewei then fastened her bra and shirt. Zhuang Riqiang massaged and kneaded her limbs and body, asking her, "Does it hurt? Does it hurt here?... And here?" He then held her calves, lifting her feet to check for any injuries. Jiewei remembered that her underwear had been taken by that lecherous man. With her legs raised like this, wouldn't the masseur be able to see everything under her skirt? But he was kindly checking her out, so she couldn't refuse. "You have a few bruises on the back of your thighs," Zhuang Riqiang said finally. "And on your waist too. Lie face down, and I'll massage them to help the bruising go away." Jiewei lay down as instructed, and Zhuang Riqiang began massaging her legs, from her calves all the way to her buttocks. He even lifted her skirt, giving Zhuang Riqiang a good look at her snow-white buttocks. After kneading the beautiful girl's waist and legs for ten minutes, and enjoying the view for ten minutes, Zhuang Riqiang asked, "Could your underwear have been left in the alley outside? Let me go look for it for you." "No," Jiewei said. "That person took it. I saw him stuff his underwear into his pocket."
"What if you don't have any underwear? Let me see if they have any extras to lend you." Zhuang Riqiang went out, and a young woman came in a moment later. "Hi, my name is Anna. Did that guy hurt you?" "No, Mr. Zhuang was just giving me a massage." "No, I wasn't talking about our boss. That pervert outside the alley, he didn't do anything to you, did he?" Jiewei then realized what was going on and said awkwardly, "Ah, no, no..." "Take your underwear, huh?" Anna raised her hand. "I have one here that you can borrow. It's clean, but it's a thong. I don't know if you're comfortable wearing it?" "I wear thongs too." Jiewei took the dark red thong. It was soft to the touch and fit very snugly. It was obviously a designer brand. She thanked Anna and put on the underwear. "You're so sexy, little sister," Anna said with a smile. Jiewei blushed and said, "Thank you, sister. I'll return it to you in a couple of days." "No rush. Be careful. Let me see you out." Chapter Eleven: Massage Therapist Treats Flat-Chested Girls; Customers Prefer Virgin Scent. Although she only wore it for less than ten minutes, Jiewei still changed Anna's thong after returning home, washed it, and dried it in her room. The next day, she took it to the massage parlor to return it to Anna after school. Anna was giving a massage to a customer. Jiewei wanted to put down her underwear and leave, but Zhuang Riqiang insisted on checking her again to make sure she wasn't injured. Jiewei had no choice but to go to his room with him and lie on the massage bed for him to examine her. Zhuang Riqiang kneaded her legs and waist as he had the day before. His school uniform skirt was lifted up, revealing a fresh, girlish fragrance and a light yellow thong underneath. Although he couldn't see her pubic hair and vulva like the day before, it was even more alluring. Zhuang Riqiang swallowed. "Anna's guest should be leaving soon, I'll go call her in." Anna said as soon as she entered the room, "Oh, sister, you don't need to rush to return it to me, it's not like I need to wear it right away."
"No, I was just passing by." Jiewei said, about to leave, when Anna suddenly asked, "Little sister, you're so thin! How old are you?" Jiewei blushed and instinctively hugged her chest. "N-no... I don't know, I haven't measured." "Not your breasts," Anna laughed. "I mean, how old are you this year?" "Ah, I... fifteen." "But your breasts are still a bit small." Anna said, "I used to be like you, but now it's much better, all thanks to Boss Zhuang." Jiewei looked at her. Anna was wearing a short, low-cut dress, obviously not wearing a bra. Although her breasts weren't huge, they had a decent cleavage, which Jiewei envied. "Boss Zhuang? Why is it his doing?" "He gives me massages." Anna said, "Little sister, do you want to try it? It's very effective." "But... how much does it cost?" "Don't worry about that, Boss Zhuang will arrange it. Wait a moment." Anna went out, and Zhuang Riqiang immediately came in, as if he had been waiting outside the door, with a friendly smile on his face. "Little sister, would you like a breast massage?" "But... I don't have much money." Jiewei said, thinking about how to ask her parents for money to pay for it. "Don't worry about the money, I'll do it for you free of charge." "How can that be?" Jiewei was surprised. "Let me explain, this is a little different from a regular massage. -- Let me ask you: you probably don't have a boyfriend, right?" Jiewei shook her head. "That's it." Zhuang Riqiang said, "To make your breasts bigger, you need to stimulate the secretion of hormones in your body. If you have a boyfriend, when you are intimate with him, he caresses your breasts, which can achieve this effect. What I'm going to do for you is what guys usually do for their girlfriends; it's called a massage, but it's actually caressing. I will caress your breasts, your legs, your private parts, and maybe even kiss you." Jiewei's face turned red all the way to her neck, and she instinctively squeezed her legs together: "Will you touch down there too?" "Don't worry," Zhuang Riqiang chuckled, "You don't need to take off your underwear. You masturbate, right? I'll just touch you through your underwear, just like you do when you masturbate. Come on, sit here." There was a sofa in the room. Zhuang and Jiewei sat down. He put one arm around her shoulder and used the other to touch her chest through her shirt before unbuttoning it. Jiewei's tightly clenched hands trembled slightly. "Just pretend I'm your boyfriend," Zhuang Riqiang told her. "No one's home now, so we can get intimate. Rest your head on my shoulder, close your eyes, relax, don't be too nervous." Jiewei closed her eyes as instructed, but her heart was still pounding. How could she not be nervous? A man who was practically a stranger was undressing her and playing with her breasts. Jiewei felt his nipples react to Zhuang's touch, slowly hardening. Zhuang kissed her face, then kissed her lips. Before Jiewei could decide whether to kiss him back, Zhuang's tongue had already slipped into her mouth as if it were his own. Zhuang kissed her for about a minute. Jiewei felt like he had almost sucked all her saliva dry before he lowered his head to kiss her breasts, taking her fully erect nipples into his mouth and sucking on one side then the other. His other hand wasn't idle either; it slipped inside her skirt, caressing her smooth thighs for a while before moving to the crotch of her panties. Jiewei instinctively flinched. Zhuang said, "Open your legs a little wider; I'm going to stimulate your genitals."
Jiewei's crotch was already slightly damp. Zhuang's fingers skillfully found her clitoris hidden under her pubic hair and gently rubbed it. A strange feeling of excitement instantly spread throughout Jiewei's body, something she had never experienced when masturbating. "So this is what it's like to be caressed by a man..." Jiewei thought, a low moan escaping her throat. Zhuang's fingers quickened their movements, and Jiewei suddenly convulsed, unable to hold back any longer, and cried out. Then she seemed to faint, and it took her a while to come back to her senses. Opening her eyes, she saw Zhuang sitting beside her, holding her light yellow thong. Jiewei had no idea when he had taken off her panties. "Feels great, doesn't it?" Zhuang Riqiang asked. Jiewei blushed and nodded slightly. "Want to do it again?" Jiewei was eager for him to massage her again, but saying it seemed too lewd, so she just lowered her head and remained silent. Zhuang Riqiang said, "This time I won't use my hands, I'll lick you with my tongue, okay?"
"Lick?" Jiewei was startled and sat up. "I...I..." "Don't be afraid, I'll only lick the outside of you, it won't hurt you." "Should...should we wash first?" "Why do we need to wash?" Zhuang Riqiang laughed. "The love juice secreted by your vagina is the best disinfectant. --But if I lick your genitals, I can't massage your breasts at the same time. I'll call Anna in to help." Anna to massage her breasts? Jiewei was a little embarrassed. It was one thing for a man to touch her breasts, but it felt a bit...unpleasant for a woman to touch them. However, she didn't know how to refuse. Just as she hesitated, Zhuang Riqiang had already called Anna into the room. Anna looked at the half-naked Jiewei and winked at her. "How is it, sister? Is the massage from Master Zhuang very comfortable?" As she spoke, she sat behind Jiewei and took off her top and bra. "Oh, sister, you smell so good. Come on, lean against me, I'll massage you." Jiewei leaned against her, and Anna's hands came around from behind and began to pinch her nipples while gently licking her earlobe with her tongue. On the other side, Zhuang Riqiang spread her legs, lowered his head and kissed her pubic hair first, then stuck out his tongue and licked her vulva. Jiewei felt even more stimulated than when he had stroked her with his fingers, and couldn't help but moan. Anna said in her ear, "Did you enjoy it? If you did, scream loudly." Jiewei reached another climax under the kneading and licking of Zhuang Riqiang and Anna. She felt her lower body was wet, and when she touched it, it was sticky with honey mixed with Zhuang's saliva. There was no bleeding, so she was relieved. "Let's do it again?" Anna said in her ear. "Do...do we want to do it again?" "Of course we do! Let's switch. I'll lick your little peach, Master Zhuang...hehe, Master Zhuang still has something good for you." Zhuang Riqiang also laughed, pulled down his zipper, and his thing couldn't wait to pop out. That huge cannon really startled Jiewei. "Open your mouth," he said. Jiewei involuntarily opened her mouth. Zhuang took two steps forward, first gently touching Jiewei's nipple with his wet tip, making her nipple and areola sticky, before lifting it and thrusting it into her mouth. "How can it be so big..." Jiewei had seen pictures of oral sex online, but none of them seemed as thick and large as Zhuang's, filling her mouth completely. She naturally began to suck, licking Zhuang's glans with her tongue. At the same time, Anna buried her face between his legs, licking her and sucking her clitoris. For a moment, the three people in the room were silent, only the sounds of sucking and panting could be heard, until Zhuang Riqiang ejaculated a thick stream of semen into Jiewei's mouth. "Swallow it," Anna said, getting up and whispering in Jiewei's ear. Jiewei hesitated for only a second before swallowing a mouthful of her semen. Anna then pressed her down, her vagina quickly finding Jiewei's. The two girls' four tender labia pressed tightly together, their clitoris rubbing against each other, bringing Jiewei to another peak of pleasure. "Was it good?" Anna asked in her ear. Jiewei nodded slightly, glancing at Zhuang Riqiang. She noticed that his large penis had shrunk, making it look even cuter. "Shall we take a shower?" Anna said. Jiewei then realized that she was covered in sweat, vaginal fluid, and the saliva and bodily fluids of Zhuang and Anna, so she really needed to shower. The massage parlor's bathroom was large enough to accommodate three people. While showering, Zhuang and Anna continued to caress Jiewei. Zhuang's penis slowly grew larger again, and Anna sucked on it. Then the two made love in front of Jiewei. It was the first time Jiewei had ever seen male-female intercourse, and she seemed very excited. From then on, Jiewei went to the massage parlor two or three times a week to have Zhuang Riqiang massage her. Sometimes Anna or other girls would come in to help, and sometimes it was the proprietress, Fanny. At first, Jiewei thought Fanny was Zhuang's wife, but Anna later told her that they were siblings, although the two siblings often had sex. A couple of times, after massaging Jiewei, Zhuang Riqiang would have sex with Fanny right next to her, which Jiewei found particularly exciting. The young and innocent Jiewei was very popular with the girls. Whenever they weren't busy, they would get intimate with her, undressing and caressing each other, kissing. Jiewei not only learned to lick their vaginas but also knew how to use her fingers to stimulate their vaginas, making them feel like they were in heaven. Jiewei really wanted to know what that felt like, but because she was a virgin, Zhuang Riqiang and the girls were very careful and would never touch the inside of her vagina. Several times during her climax, Jiewei would hug Zhuang Riqiang tightly, pressing her genitals against his, secretly hoping he would insert his massive penis into her. But Zhuang, being very professional, never did, and in the end, he ejaculated into her mouth. That day, when Jiewei arrived at the massage parlor again, she found everyone busy. Not only were all the girls with customers, but even Zhuang Riqiang was giving a massage to a female customer. This was the first time Jiewei had seen a female customer; usually, it was all male customers. Jiewei waited in the lobby. The proprietress, Fanny, perhaps hearing the door open, came out of a room wearing only a short sundress. Seeing her, she seemed pleased: "Jiewei, come in for a moment, help me out." Jiewei followed her into the room. The lights were dim, and she could vaguely see a man lying face down on the massage bed, only a towel covering his buttocks. Fanny said, "Alright, Mr. Yang, the other lady is here."
Turning to Jiewei, she said, "Mr. Yang always wants two ladies to massage him at the same time, but unfortunately everyone is busy today. Luckily, you came." The man on the massage bed looked up at Jiewei and smiled, "Oh my, this one is so young. I don't think I've seen her before?" "She's new," Fanny said. "She hasn't learned how to massage yet, so please bear with her." "It's alright," Mr. Yang said, "Anyway, you've already done it for me, so the rest is just entertainment. What's the lady's name?" Jiewei was wondering whether she should tell him her real name when Fanny quickly answered, "Her name is Lola." At the same time, she quickly took off her short skirt, revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra or panties underneath. Only then did Jiewei notice that her underwear was off and lying on a sofa in the room. After Fanny undressed, she helped Jiewei take off her skirt. Jiewei whispered, "What am I going to do?" "Don't be nervous," Fanny said, "Just like you and Master Zhuang usually do." Jiewei, like Fanny, undressed completely. Turning around, she saw that Yang had already turned over, lying face up, with something erect between his legs pointing to the ceiling. Jiewei and Fanny stood on opposite sides of the bed. Yang's hand immediately touched their buttocks, then traced along their cleft to their labia. Jiewei felt that she was already a little wet. "Be careful," Fanny said to Yang, "Lola's still a virgin." "Really?" Yang seemed a little excited, "She hasn't been deflowered yet? Don't worry, I won't hurt you." Yang then got up and sat on the sofa, one arm around Fanny and the other around Jiewei, kissing one after the other, mouth, breasts, armpits, buttocks, genitals, not missing an inch, leaving both women covered in saliva, and his own penis getting bigger and bigger, but Jiewei felt it still couldn't compare to Zhuang Riqiang. "Want to have sex?" Fanny asked. "Can I have sex with Lola?" "She's a virgin, you want to deflower her? The price is different."
"No, no, it's not about breaking her hymen, I just want to... fuck her from behind." "You want to fuck her ass?" Fanny looked at Javy: "That depends on what she wants." Javy blushed, and Yang said, "It's just her ass, it's okay. When we were in school, if we wanted to have sex with our girlfriends but didn't dare break their hymens, we would fuck their asses like this." "That's her first time too," Fanny said, "You can't skimp on the tip." "Definitely, definitely." Javy stood up and glanced at Yang's thing again. Fanny told her to face the sofa, bend over, and put her hands on the back of the chair. "Give her a good lick," Fanny said to Yang like a coach. "The anus isn't like the vagina; it doesn't secrete lubricant. You need to wet it with your saliva, and then I'll apply some ointment so it'll be easier to fuck her." "No problem, she's a virgin, even her anus smells sweet." Yang then squatted down behind her, burying his head between Jiewei's thighs. Fanny then told Jiewei to strain like she was defecating, causing her anus to dilate. Yang's tongue transferred saliva inside, while Fanny herself licked Jiewei's vulva from in front of her. When Yang put on the condom and inserted it into her anus, Jiewei didn't feel the excitement she expected from vaginal stimulation. She only felt Yang thrusting behind her, and he ejaculated soon after. It wasn't the ecstatic pleasure she had imagined. Fanny told her to go to the bathroom to wash up. When she came out, Yang was gone. Fanny handed her a roll of bills: "This guy isn't rich. He only saves up enough money to play once every few months. This tip is already quite good." "Does he have sex with you every time?" "Yes." Fanny said, "This time he forgot about the old and got me all itchy down there, but he didn't penetrate me. Now I'm pent up. Do you want to have sex with me?" "Okay," Jiewei laughed and said, "Do you want me to use my fingers or my tongue?" "First use my tongue, then my fingers, and then rub your pussy against me properly." Chapter Twelve Enjoying Springtime on the Green Grass Under the Floral Skirt Yang Yiheng felt completely comfortable after the massage. For several days, he only thought about Lola. Although her breasts weren't big, her buttocks were perky enough and felt good to the touch. It was also very enjoyable to fuck her. Yang Yiheng desperately wanted to buy her virginity and deflower her, but he knew he couldn't afford the price. So, in his dreams, he could only repeatedly fuck her until she was gushing with juices and moaning softly. This weekend, there was an open-air concert in a nearby park, and on a sunny day, Yang Yiheng went for a walk. He had no interest in the concert itself, but this annual event was free, with no seating; people could sit anywhere on the grass. On such a hot day, there would surely be many young women in short skirts, and that was what interested Yang Yiheng: he strolled around the park, watching out for any girls on the grass who might have been exposed, judging the concert's success by his voyeuristic efforts. This year's concert was quite successful; in just over an hour, Yang Yiheng had seen glimpses of seven or eight girls' underwear, mostly in vibrant colors. Women were strange; their underwear was so exquisite and sexy, with all sorts of colors and patterns, yet they wouldn't allow anyone to see it. An accidental exposure seemed like a death sentence to them. Yang Yiheng disliked women wearing black underwear, though he couldn't explain why. He was happy to see women with red or blue underwear under their skirts, and white was fine too, but black was irritating. What he hated even more was seeing women wearing shorts under their skirts. Yang Yiheng thought it was unforgivable. If you're going to wear shorts, just wear shorts! Why wear a skirt over them? Isn't that misleading? Yang Yiheng noticed a new target ahead: two mature women and a young girl sitting on the grass. The two mature women were wearing sunglasses and dresses, while the girl was wearing a denim mini-skirt. Yang Yiheng was very excited. Experience told him that the chances of not being exposed while sitting on the ground in such a skirt were almost zero. He moved closer and, sure enough, he could easily see the girl's underwear—light purple with dark purple horizontal stripes. Although he could only see the front, the experienced Yang Yiheng was certain it was a thong. The other two mature women—one of whom was probably the young girl's mother—were a bit more difficult. Yang Yiheng estimated that to see under their skirts, he would have to sit down and look from a low angle. Just as he was finding a suitable spot, one of the mature women suddenly took off her sunglasses and waved to him: "Hey, Xiao Yang!" Yang Yiheng was startled, only then recognizing her as Zhang Yizhen, a female colleague from the company. Because they were in different departments and not very familiar with each other, and she had been wearing sunglasses the whole time, he hadn't recognized her. Since they knew each other, things were much easier. Yang Yiheng walked over confidently and sat down between them. Zhang Yizhen introduced them to him: "This is my daughter Pingping, and my sister-in-law Wanfang. Wanfang teaches at the school." They moved aside to make room for him, and as they moved, their skirts inevitably twitched. Yang Yiheng, who was eager to peek, certainly didn't miss the opportunity. He noticed that Wanfang's underwear was white, and Yizhen's was also white, but with small red and green rose prints. Even after they sat down, their skirts couldn't completely cover up a glimpse of their cleavage, giving Yang Yiheng a feast for the eyes. After chatting with them for a few random words, Yang Yiheng had had his fill of admiring them, so he excused himself to buy drinks and got up to leave. Pingping, however, said, "I want to buy something to drink too, Uncle Yang, I'll go with you." The two of them weaved through the crowd, which included many women in short skirts, but because Pingping was beside him, Yang Yiheng didn't dare to look too openly. Pingping asked him, "Uncle Yang, do you often come to these concerts?" "Yes." "To listen to music? Or to look at the pretty girls?" Yang Yiheng didn't expect her to be so straightforward, and chuckled awkwardly, "To listen to music, and also to look at the pretty girls."
"Look at the pretty girls, or to see what's under their skirts?" Yang Yiheng was taken aback and didn't know how to answer. Pingping laughed and said, "It's okay, all men are like this. Just now, you saw under the skirts of my mom, my aunt, and me, didn't you? Whose underwear is the prettiest?" Seeing that she was natural and not angry, Yang Yiheng felt relieved, "Your underwear is very nice, but yours is the prettiest." "Do you want it? I'll give it to you." Pingping said, pulling down her miniskirt a little, and Yang Yiheng saw that her underwear had ties on both sides. They were standing behind a clump of bushes. Although there were many people around, it was difficult to notice what they were doing. Pingping untied her belt, pulled out her thong, and handed it to Yang Yiheng. It was still warm to the touch, and the crotch was slightly damp—he couldn't tell if it was sweat, vaginal fluid, or something else. "Such soft material," Yang Yiheng said. "Is it a designer brand?" "Someone gave it to me." "Then you're not wearing underwear, is that alright?" Yang Yiheng imagined her sitting on the grass, her figure even more alluring. "It's okay, I have another one in my bag." Pingping opened her handbag and took out something. Yang Yiheng was startled again, thinking she was going to change into underwear in public, but Pingping pulled out a cell phone. "I'll show you a video," she said. Yang Yiheng stuffed the thong into his pocket, took the phone, and saw a couple having sex. Yang Yiheng wasn't surprised, but upon closer inspection, the woman was Zhang Yizhen, lying naked on the bed. A young boy, about the same age as Pingping, was on top of her, thrusting in and out with pleasure. The video had no sound, but Yizhen's eyes were closed, seemingly unconscious, as if she had been drugged. "My mom and my cousin," Pingping said, "I put some drugs in her water glass. She doesn't even know how my cousin is fucking her." "Is it a date rape drug? Where did you get it?" "Someone gave it to me. The person who gave me the underwear." Pingping then pulled up another video on the phone, still with the same young boy, but the woman was Yizhen's sister-in-law, lying there without resistance, letting him do as he pleased. "My aunt, who is also my cousin's mother, was also drugged, of course." Yang Yiheng felt a bulge in his crotch. Pingping said, "Is it pretty? If you also want to fuck my mom or my aunt, I can arrange it." Yang Yiheng took a deep breath. Now, he wouldn't be too surprised by anything this little girl said: "How do you arrange it?" "First of all, of course, I have to take advantage of my dad's business trip. Before my mom goes to sleep, I'll make her drink the drug, so she'll think she just had a good sleep and won't suspect anything. -- Uncle Yang, do you usually call prostitutes?" "Well, as a bachelor, I can't avoid it." "That's good. You can pay me whatever you pay for a prostitute each time; you can fuck my mom and me, one price for two experiences, okay?" So it costs money, Yang Yiheng thought: I thought it was free. But Zhang Yi's conditions are no worse than any prostitute, plus her daughter, it's still a good deal. "Do you do this often?" "No, this is only the first time." "Really? What about the person who gave you the underwear and the sleeping pills? Didn't he...?" "Okay, this is only the second time. --Are you going to fuck her or not?" "Yes, of course, and your aunt too?" "That'll have to be arranged separately." "Okay." Yang Yiheng said, "I'll give you my cell phone number. Contact me as soon as you have the chance."
Pingping chuckled and touched his crotch: "It won't be long. I'm going back now." "Don't forget to put your underwear on," Yang Yiheng said. **************** ... "My name is Wanfang." "Yes, Wanfang. You're a teacher, right? Do you go home after school?" "Yes, I have a student coming for tutoring later, but the subway is delayed again." "When the subway is delayed, it gets crowded." Yang Yiheng looked around, and sure enough, there were more and more people. "It's okay if it's a little crowded," Wanfang said, "As long as I don't encounter any perverts." "You take the subway every day? Do you often encounter perverts?" Wanfang blushed: "I have encountered them a few times." "Sometimes you can't blame them. With so many people, bodies pressed together, how many men are as virtuous as Liu Xiahui who can remain unmoved? It's inevitable that they can't control themselves for a moment." "Do you ever lose control?" "Me? I never do that, it's too risky." Yang Yiheng smiled mysteriously: "I'd rather use other methods, something less risky." Wanfang asked curiously: "What other methods?" "I like to find opportunities to peek under women's skirts," Yang Yiheng whispered in her ear. "Oh, you mean taking photos secretly?" "No, no, just peeking. Taking photos secretly is too risky, and having photos as evidence makes it hard to get away with it if you get caught." "A colleague of mine said the same thing. -- So how do you peek?" "Subway stations are ideal locations. When I see a woman in a skirt going up the escalator, I follow behind her, and when I make sure no one is around, I bend down and look under her skirt. It's simple and effective, and I don't need any high-tech tools." Wanfang thought for a moment. Few people are that alert when using escalators. She herself usually doesn't look back to see if anyone is there. Yang Yiheng's method of peeping is indeed very effective. "Although I don't need to rely on high technology," Yang Yiheng added, "high technology is still helpful to me."
"How should I put it?" "These days, cell phones are so much fun. Everyone on the street is just looking down at their phones, even on escalators. Their attention is all on their phones. I can look at them however I want. It doesn't matter if a skirt is a little long. As long as the hem is wide enough and doesn't touch my legs, I can pull it open with my hand to peek. Sometimes I almost bury my head under a woman's skirt, and they're completely oblivious. It's so exciting." The subway finally arrived, and the two of them boarded. They were packed like sardines, unable to move. Wanfang and Yang Yiheng were almost face to face, and her chest was naturally pressed against his chest. Wanfang saw a wicked smile on his face—and she could feel something slowly hardening between their tightly pressed lower bodies. At the same time, Wanfang felt another hand slowly slip into her skirt pocket. She was startled, not worried about a pickpocket—she didn't have any money in her pocket—but what surprised her was that the hand clearly belonged to the person standing behind her. And pressed tightly against her back were a pair of breasts, not particularly large, but soft, warm, and elastic—undoubtedly a woman's breasts. And this woman's hand was inside her pocket, caressing her legs and the lace trim of her short petticoat through the thin fabric. After groping for a while, it found a small hole in the bottom of the pocket where the seam had ripped. It slipped two fingers through, widening the opening, and then its entire hand slipped inside Wanfang's skirt as if it were empty, touching her smooth thigh. It was hot, and her legs were covered in cool beads of sweat. A hand slipped under her thin, short petticoat, tracing the lace trim of her panties before moving to the center of her triangle, giving it a couple of firm rubs. Her crotch became wet. Yang Yiheng, his genitals pressed against hers, felt it too. At first, he thought Wanfang was rubbing him, but Wanfang's hands were clearly gripping the handrail for balance. He then noticed the woman behind Wanfang, who met his gaze without flinching, a half-smile on her face. Her hand touched Yang Yiheng's erection, but she ignored him, busy prying open the lace trim of Wanfang's panties, invading her most intimate area. Wanfang said softly, "I've arrived," whether to Yang Yiheng or the woman behind her, the woman's hand reluctantly withdrawing. Before getting off the train, Wanfang glanced back. The woman was smelling her fingers, winking at Wanfang, a slight smile playing on her lips. Yang Yiheng followed her out of the station. "The one who molested you was a woman." "This is the first time I've ever been molested by a woman," Wanfang said. "She even tore my pockets." "You live around here?" "It's only a few minutes' walk, very close." "I'll walk you back." When they reached the door, Wanfang opened it, and Yang Yiheng asked hopefully, "Can I come in for a bit?"
Wanfang knew what he was thinking, but she glanced at the clock on the wall: "No, I can't, my student is about to arrive."
"Please, it won't take much time." Yang Yiheng simply followed her inside, lifting her skirt without a word and pulling down her white panties. "That woman got you really excited, huh? Look how wet you are, just give me these panties." Before Wanfang could answer, he stuffed the panties into his pocket. Wanfang said, "Okay, okay, stop fooling around, let's go back." "No way." Yang Yiheng seized the opportunity, unzipping his pants and taking out his penis. "Look how much it's pent up, just use your mouth, your mouth will do." Wanfang had no choice but to squat down and suck him. Yang Yiheng was indeed pent up, ejaculating in less than a minute. Yang Yiheng left satisfied. Although it was just oral sex, he knew he would have more opportunities to have closer contact with Wanfang in the future. What made him even happier was that he didn't have to rely on Pingping's drug, and therefore didn't have to pay her another pimping fee. After Yang Yiheng left, Wanfang took off her floral skirt and checked the hole in the pocket. Fortunately, it was just a ripped thread, and it would be invisible once it was sewn up. The doorbell rang, and Wanfang threw off her skirt to open the door. Standing outside was her student, Fu Qiguang. Chapter Thirteen: Thick Dick, Tight Pussy, Teacher-Student Relationship, Breasts, Plump Hips, Fat Mother and Daughter, Seductive Wanfang opened the door and said to Fu Qiguang, "Come in and wait for me a moment. I'll pack my things first."
As she spoke, she went into the dining room, bent down to pick up a pile of books scattered on the floor, and Fu Qiguang followed behind her, his eyes wide with disbelief. Wanfang had completely forgotten that she wasn't wearing a skirt; a short, thin lace petticoat peeked out from under her shirt, even shorter than a miniskirt, barely concealing her smooth, beautiful legs. When she bent over, her bare buttocks, without underwear, were completely exposed to Fu Qiguang's view. Two white, round buttocks, a slightly darker anus in the middle, and her labia were visible, seemingly winking at him. "So, the teacher wants to sleep with me..." Fu Qiguang was greatly excited. Wanfang had asked him to come to her house for tutoring after school, and he had only thought it was because his grades had slipped in the past two months, not anything else. It turned out the teacher was trying to seduce him, and was even so provocative as to have taken off her underwear. Fu Qiguang didn't hold back, unzipped his pants, and took out his... Wanfang, with her back to him, was still rambling on, "The subway was late again. I just got in the door, and I haven't even unpacked my things..." It wasn't until Fu Qiguang's hand touched her bare buttocks that she remembered that not only was she not wearing a skirt, but Yang Yiheng had also taken her underwear. This shocked her greatly. In her panic, she felt Fu Qiguang's lips press against her buttocks, giving them a hard kiss and a gentle bite. He lewdly said, "Teacher, your buttocks are so sexy." "No, don't..." Wanfang tried to stand up, but Fu Qiguang had already embraced her from behind, his hands on either side of her breasts through her outer clothes. Wanfang tried to protect her chest, but she felt something hard between her legs, about to burrow into her labia. She could only worry about what was above, not what was below, and finally, she and Fu Qiguang fell to the floor together. "Don't move, let me in." Fu Qiguang's hot breath brushed against the back of her neck. Wanfang was still struggling: "No, you can't do this, I'm your, your teacher..." "Damn it, what are you pretending for?" Fu Qiguang became impatient: "You're the one who took off your pants to seduce me, and now you're pretending to be so pure?" "No, I didn't..." Wanfang didn't know how to explain, and Fu Qiguang didn't need her to explain. He pressed his teacher to the floor, and his wet glans finally found the entrance, then deeply inserted into Wanfang's vagina. This was Fu Qiguang's first time. Because of his lack of experience and excessive excitement, he ejaculated after only a few thrusts, but his semen was plentiful, filling Wanfang's hole completely. After Fu Qiguang finished, he buried his head in Wanfang's hair, deeply inhaling the fragrance of her hair, her body scent mixed with the sweet and sour smell of her sweat. After a while, he stood up, took out a tissue, and wiped himself. Wanfang quickly stood up, went into the room, sat down on the edge of the bed, and pulled out a tissue, stuffing it into her vagina. The thin tissue was quickly soaked. Wanfang cursed inwardly, "You little pervert, so much..." She threw the tissue on the floor, stuffed another into her vagina, and looked up to see Fu Qiguang standing by the door, his trousers off, one hand gripping and rubbing the thing that had just violated his teacher, a lewd grin on his face: "Teacher, wasn't that enough? Let's do it again." "Don't come any closer!" Wanfang screamed, covering her genitals with her hands, "You raped me! I'm calling the police!"
Fu Qiguang's smile faded, replaced by confusion. Things didn't seem to be as he had imagined. What was going on? "What are you calling the police for?" he asked, bewildered. His penis went limp. "What rape? You seduced me! You even took your pants off, and..." "I didn't!" Wanfang cried out, startling the boy. "My skirt pocket was torn. I took it off to check, but I forgot to put it back on when I opened the door. I didn't take my pants off to seduce you!" Wanfang covered her face and sobbed. Fu Qiguang then realized the seriousness of the situation and quickly knelt down by the bed. His eyes couldn't help but glance at the tuft of black hair peeking out between Wanfang's tightly pressed legs. "Teacher, please don't cry, okay? I really didn't know. Please don't call the police, please!" Wanfang looked at him and saw his terrified expression. He was clearly scared, and she felt a little sorry for him. She also thought about how she had just been bending over and exposing her buttocks in front of a hot-blooded young boy. If she called the police, she would probably have to bear some responsibility herself. "Never mind," she said. "Get up." Fu Qiguang obediently stood up, unsure how to comfort the innocent woman he had raped. He embraced her, resting his head on her shoulder, inhaling her hair, body odor, and sweat. Wanfang looked down and saw his penis—the one that had just raped her—pressed against her chest, slowly hardening again. Fu Qiguang sat down beside her, showing no intention of putting on his pants, his eyes still fixed on the tuft of dark hair between her tightly pressed legs. Wanfang covered her genitals with her hands. Fu Qiguang swallowed hard. "Teacher, will you get pregnant?" Wanfang shook her head. "I had an abortion." "I really couldn't control myself just now," Fu Qiguang said. "You're so sexy, and I've never seen anything like it before..." "You've never seen a woman's body before?" Wanfang asked. "Those online don't count." Fu Qiguang bit his lip, and after a long pause said, "I peeped at my mom. Peeped at her changing clothes." "That's normal." Wanfang thought: I wonder if Chengbang peeped at her too? "I hid on the balcony outside her room, leaving a crack in the curtains of the French windows so I could see her changing clothes." "Didn't she notice?" Fu Qiguang shook his head: "Teacher, I'll tell you something, but don't tell anyone else." "What is it?" "About two months ago, my mother came back from outside, and I was already waiting on the balcony to peek," Fu Qiguang recalled: "After she came into the room, she took off her outer dress and even her bra, leaving her only wearing black lace panties. She sat on the bed, and I saw her masturbating through her panties with one hand, while rubbing her nipples with the other. She rubbed one side and then the other. Her areolas were very dark, and her nipples were hard from being rubbed..." Fu Qiguang's little brother seemed to be recalling the same thing, his head gradually rising, the foreskin retracting to reveal a wet tip. "I was engrossed in watching when suddenly my mother's door opened, and a man slipped in. My mother smiled and said, 'Why did it take so long?' When I saw the man who came in, I almost cried out: 'He's my uncle!'"
"Oh dear!" Wanfang exclaimed. "My uncle chuckled, not answering, stripped himself naked, pounced on the bed, ripped off my mother's black panties, and whispered something like, 'So wet,' before spreading my mother's legs and burying his head in her cunt. My mother let out a groan of extreme pleasure, lying flat on the bed, enjoying my uncle's licking. I was watching from outside, my penis was rock hard, I really wished I was the one licking my mother's cunt in the room..." Fu Qiguang was completely immersed in his memories, his penis fully erect. He pulled Wanfang's hand, and Wanfang hesitated slightly before placing her hand on it. His penis, which had just been used against her, was still covered in her juices, and now it was erect and radiating heat, as if waiting for another charge. "Then they made love. It was the first time I'd ever seen people make love. They were less than ten feet away from me. I could see and hear everything they did and heard clearly. My mom was really good at moaning. You could tell from the way she moaned that she was really enjoying herself, enjoying the pleasure of sex. My uncle hadn't even ejaculated yet, but I ejaculated outside the window. I'd never ejaculated that much before. The corner of the wall was soaked..." He panted, as if he had just experienced a pleasurable sexual encounter. His hand reached out to unbutton Wanfang's blouse. Wanfang didn't resist. Fu Qiguang pulled open her blouse, revealing a white lace bra. He gently caressed her breasts through the bra, very gently, without any of the roughness he had shown when he raped her earlier. His lips came close to her face, sucking away the remaining tears. "But the real show is yet to come," he continued in her ear, "I was so excited I couldn't help but ejaculate, and my mom and uncle were still having sex in the room when the door opened again..." "Oh! Who is it? Is it... your dad?" "It's my sister. Do you remember her? She graduated a couple of years ago." "Your sister is... Fu Yanshan, right? I remember her." Wanfang remembered Fu Yanshan as a slightly voluptuous girl with a pair of impressive breasts and a sweet smile. "And then? What happened next?"
"As soon as my sister came in, she said, 'Oh dear, why didn't you wait for me?' My mother, moaning softly, said, 'Who told you to be so late? Hurry up and get on!' My sister quickly stripped naked and jumped onto the bed..." "They..." Wanfang was astonished. "The three of them...?" "It turns out they had been having an affair all along. My uncle had his penis inside my mother's vagina and then my sister's. Their moans rose and fell, they seemed to be enjoying it so much..." Wanfang hugged Fu Qiguang's shoulder with pity. For a boy of that age, witnessing his mother, sister, and a relative committing adultery must have been an unimaginable experience of excitement and shock. "You said this happened two months ago. Have you seen it again since?" Fu Qiguang nodded. "After that, it wasn't an accidental encounter. After that, I often kept an eye on their movements, and as a result, I spied on them three or four more times. The three of them were in the room, doing all sorts of sexual acts. My uncle loved watching my mother and sister be intimate, making them kiss, lick each other's breasts, lick each other's vaginas, sometimes even rubbing their vaginas together for a while, comparing whose vagina was more wet and whose was more juicy. Then my uncle would lick my mother's vagina and make my sister suck his penis. His mouth and penis would take turns enjoying both of their... no, both of them had four holes in total..." As Fu Qiguang recounted, his penis became incredibly hard, and Wanfang felt her vagina itch. "What's even more perverted is that after my uncle ejaculated inside my mother's vagina, the semen flowed out..."

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