Snow-white buttocks (complete collection)

I have always cherished her memory—a teacher who taught me so much, her name was Fang Biru.
It was a time of great hardship, and I was in a small mountain village in the south. It was early 1971, I think. I was only fifteen, in the prime of my adolescence, and in my first year of junior high at the village school. That spring, several "black five categories" elements (those deemed inherently evil or corrupt) were sent down from the city, including Teacher Fang Biru. Her father was a Kuomintang official who defected during the Liberation War. She had married a regimental commander in the People's Liberation Army, but this commander was now imprisoned for saying a few bad things about a central leader. Coupled with her Kuomintang father, she was inevitably sent down to our remote mountain village.
She was over forty years old then, and she looked very frail. The village head was a good man and wouldn't let her do farm work, so she became our teacher, teaching all the classes. She was a graduate of Peking University, more than capable of handling us village children, which is why I wanted to study at Peking University after the Cultural Revolution.
She was beautiful, everyone thought so. She must have been stunning in her youth. Even though she was forty and a mother of two, she remained captivating, with fair skin and a typical northern woman's features. Especially in our small mountain village, she was practically an angel.
She liked us, and we children liked her too. Her presence brought life to our small village, a stark contrast to the turbulent big cities at the time. I knew she cared about me because I was a special child. I wasn't talkative, but I excelled academically. My mother had passed away early, and my father was bedridden. I worked while studying, always ranking first in my class. The first time I saw her, I felt an instant connection, though I don't know why. Her gaze towards me was also somewhat special, as if she had seen me somewhere before.
She recognized my talent and hoped our small village could produce a university student—after all, our village hadn't produced a scholar in nearly fifty years. So she often gave me extra tutoring. By the time I was in the second year of junior high, I was already ranking in the top three in the third-year exams.
"Well done, Xiaoming, the hope of Nanshan Village rests on your shoulders. You must make your fellow villagers proud," she often said to me. I looked up at her beautiful and gentle face, and I was filled with hope for the future. But
what happened that night changed my entire life.
It was a sweltering midsummer night. One of my pigs had run into the field, and it took me a long time to herd it back. It was already late, and on my way back, I happened to pass by the courtyard where Teacher Fang Biru lived. It was quiet all around, but suddenly a faint sound aroused my curiosity. I couldn't help but climb up the mud wall and peek into the courtyard. In a corner of the courtyard, I saw a person squatting on the ground urinating. In the moonlight, her snow-white buttocks were vaguely visible, and with the faint sound of urination, my mind went blank, and my heart pounded wildly. Although there were two other female teachers living in the courtyard, I always thought that it was Teacher Fang Biru. My God, that snow-white thing in the moonlight was her buttocks! Suddenly, I felt an indescribable urge. My crotch instantly hardened, and my breathing became rapid and labored. At fifteen, I felt like I had matured overnight. Children in the countryside often witnessed donkeys and horses mating, so they matured earlier than city kids. I stared intently at that snow-white thing, afraid of missing a single detail, until she disappeared through the door. I didn't know if it was Teacher Fang Biru, but I forced myself to believe it was her. This gave me a strange sense of satisfaction. I went home in a daze. That night, I had a wet dream.
The next day in class, my heart raced whenever I saw Teacher Biru. I couldn't help but think of that snow-white bottom under the moonlight. That person was her, that noble and beautiful teacher. Under her skirt, that alluring bottom was visible. I dared not think about it anymore, yet I couldn't help but think about it. How I longed to see her every day! I even longed to be with her…
Once a boy's desires erupt, they become uncontrollable. I started having insomnia. Almost every night, I would run to her courtyard wall to spy on her, regardless of wind or rain. If I saw her, I would have a wonderful night; if I didn't, I would be sleepless. Spying on her from the courtyard wall had become a part of my life. Of course, there was a price to pay. My grades plummeted, and I couldn't concentrate in class. I stared intently at the teacher's plump buttocks, my mind filled with fantasies, and I couldn't concentrate on the lesson at all. Teacher Fang Biru noticed this as well. She talked to me, but I always stammered, so she decided to take action herself.
That night, I quietly went to the familiar courtyard wall again. Actually, she had been following me since I left home, but I was too excited to notice. When I climbed the mud wall, she emerged from the darkness. I stared at her in terror. She just looked at me without saying a word. I knew she must be very angry; her eyes were so complex, I couldn't understand them at all. I probably stood there stunned for a minute, then turned and ran away as fast as I could.
The next day, I didn't dare go to school. I ran into the fields, making sure no one could find me. I didn't return home until evening. She was sitting in my house, probably waiting for a long time. I stood frozen at the door. She came out, patted my head, and said softly, "Xiaoming, you must study hard. Don't think about anything else. You must make your parents proud, make Nanshan Village proud, you know? You're a smart child, you'll be successful. You must come to school tomorrow, don't be late." After saying that, she smiled and left. My nose suddenly stung with tears.
I returned to class, but I still couldn't concentrate. I forced myself to listen, but that inexplicable desire always took over. My grades improved somewhat, but not as well as before. Desire and ideals were intertwined, which was too difficult for a teenager. Nine days later, I finally couldn't resist anymore. I went back to the courtyard wall at night, but no one came out to urinate at night anymore. Teacher Biru was already on guard against me! A "what's the use" thought arose spontaneously. In desperation, I went even further and chiseled a small hole in the mud wall of their bathhouse at the east end of the courtyard. This way, after nightfall, I would peep at the three female teachers bathing through the hole. Although I couldn't see much in the darkness, I still used the sound of the flowing water and the vaguely visible skin to fuel my imagination. I seemed to see that snow-white buttocks again. When Teacher Biru came to bathe, I would take my hard penis out of my pants and rub it repeatedly until I achieved that moment of pleasure, ejaculating onto the yellow mud wall.
Women have intuition. One day, when I went to the mud wall again, I found that the small hole had been plugged with fresh mud. I looked around in terror, afraid that someone would emerge from the darkness again. Thankfully, no one did, and I quickly fled.
The next day, I went to class with trepidation. Teacher Biru was as usual, showing no signs of anything amiss. I felt a little relieved. Could it be that she was pretending nothing had happened to avoid being ridiculed by the other students? Young and impetuous, I didn't take Teacher Biru's good intentions seriously. I seized the opportunity and dug another hole, but two days later, the small hole was plugged again.
I knew it must have been Teacher Biru, because if it had been any other teacher, I would have been reported long ago. If even one person had been hiding there, I, completely unprepared, would have been caught red-handed, and the outcome would have been predictable. But no one had. So I knew it must have been her. She must have wanted me to quietly retreat, return to the classroom, and become a good student. I wanted to, but I could never do it. I was like an addict, hopelessly addicted. Only when the day of true liberation arrived.

That day finally came.
On a gloomy early autumn afternoon, a torrential downpour was imminent. All the men and women in the village were mobilized to the fields to rush the harvest; if they didn't finish before the storm, all their hard work over the past six months would be for nothing. The village was deserted. I secretly slipped back. I was going to chisel another hole in the bathroom roof. This time, I was bolder; I wanted to go inside the bathroom and find a more effective method.
So I entered that shower room for the first time—Teacher Biru's shower room. I nervously pressed myself against the wall, in a place where I wouldn't easily be noticed. Finally, I found what I thought was their blind spot and started taking out my tools to make a hole. Just as I was working hard, Teacher Biru returned. Perhaps I was too engrossed in my work, because I didn't even notice her. When I turned around, she was already standing behind me.
I stared at her blankly. She was covering her fingers, and there was a strip of cloth wrapped around the index finger of her left hand. She must have injured it while harvesting and had come back to bandage it. She was also looking at me, her eyes filled with a complex emotion—perhaps sadness, perhaps pity, perhaps anger, I didn't know. But she didn't speak. Suddenly, a surge of courage welled up inside me, and I shouted, "Teacher, I'm just here to use the toilet!" As I said this, I turned my back to her, unzipped my pants, took out my genitals, and started to urinate.
I was really worried I wouldn't be able to urinate and would embarrass myself in front of the teacher, but I pushed hard and managed to urinate. After I finished, I breathed a sigh of relief, zipped up my pants, turned around, and walked away without even glancing at her. Actually, my heart was pounding. I really didn't know what to do next. But I had only taken a few steps when I heard Teacher Biru sigh behind me, and a soft voice reached my ears, "Xiaoming, you are my student. I have a responsibility to take care of you and to be responsible for everything you've done." I stopped abruptly and turned around. Teacher Biru had her hands on her chest, unbuttoning her shirt, revealing her snow-white neck. My mind flashed to the image of her white buttocks under the moonlight. I felt a buzzing in my head, and all my blood rushed to my head. I rushed over and pushed Teacher Biru down onto the soft, damp sand in the bathroom.
"No, no, Xiaoming, not here, no..." she cried urgently, but her voice was very low, sounding to me like a moan. I didn't care about anything else; I felt a great urgency. I frantically tried to tear off her shirt. She instinctively tried to stop me, but didn't dare to use too much force. We pushed and shoved each other for a while. She probably realized that this would waste more time, so her resistance weakened. I was finally able to tear off her shirt, revealing her white belly and a white embroidered bra. My penis immediately became hard, and I pulled down my pants... With my head held high, I don't know where the strength came from, I ripped her bra off in one go. She screamed "Ah!" and instinctively covered her chest with her hands. I roughly pulled her hands away, and a pair of full and white breasts jumped out. What a beautiful pair of breasts they were! Although they had sagged a little, they still looked so full, especially those two dark red nipples, which made me want to swallow them whole. This was the first time I had ever seen a woman's breasts so clearly. I swallowed hard, immediately leaned down, bit one of the nipples, and began to suck greedily.
"Xiaoming, no, this, this will be seen, no, Teacher will give it to you, let's go inside, not here, I..."
But I couldn't care less about any of that. The forbidden pleasure had made me forget everything. I lay on top of Teacher Biru, sucking on her breasts, my hands impatiently groping her body. She struggled a few times, but to no avail, and slowly calmed down. My right hand took the opportunity to slip into her trousers and pulled them down to her waist. I sat up, grabbed the waistband of the teacher's trousers, and pulled them down hard. The teacher consciously lifted her buttocks, and the entire pair of trousers was pulled down in one go, revealing two long, slender legs. Her legs were very white, her skin glowed, and her legs were tightly pressed together. I stared at her long legs for a few seconds, swallowed, and immediately bent down and grabbed the only piece of clothing she was wearing: red underwear.
Just then, she suddenly grabbed my hands tightly, preventing me from moving an inch. I tried to pull her away, but couldn't budge her. I didn't know where she got such strength. My eyes reddened with anxiety, and I gasped for breath, staring intently at the teacher lying on the ground. She was also panting, meeting my gaze with fear and unease in her eyes. But after a while, that fear and unease disappeared. She closed her eyes and helplessly released my hands. I couldn't wait any longer and pulled and swung her hand. Her red underwear fell silently to the ground, and Teacher Biru silently unfolded her body, lying there like a pure white statue.

Snow-white buttocks (Part Two)

The world seemed to disappear in an instant. I stood there for a few seconds, my thoughts seemingly frozen. I saw a woman's vulva for the first time, and it was Teacher Biru's vulva! I couldn't believe it was real. That was the woman I had been longing for! This was my beloved Teacher Biru! Her body, her skin, were right before my eyes. Heavens, I couldn't take it anymore!
I hurriedly pulled down my pants, my penis already as hard as an iron rod. I pounced on her, pressing myself against Teacher Biru's body. Her body was warm and smooth, enveloping me gently like lake water. I kissed and groped her wildly, her full breasts and long legs driving me mad. I bit and scratched like a hungry wolf. She turned her head away, closed her eyes, and dared not look at me, her lips pressed together, letting this fifteen-year-old boy vent his desires on her body.
I don't know how I found that spot the first time. I just randomly thrust between Teacher Biru's legs. At first, she instinctively resisted, always unconsciously tightening her legs. But after a few thrusts, she finally slowly parted her legs and bent her knees. Just then, I felt as if I had hit a small hole, and the flesh there sank in. I heard Teacher Biru immediately cry out "Ah!" I didn't care whether I had found the spot or not, I just thrust in recklessly.
"Ah... Xiaoming, you... you be gentle, don't..." Teacher Biru bit her lip, her face full of pain. Her vagina was still very dry, but as a novice, I didn't know anything about such things. Half of my glans went in, and I straightened up, forcefully pushing the other half in as well.
"Ah!" Teacher Biru cried out in pain, her waist tensed up, and her entire waist instinctively lifted up. Her vagina gripped my glans even tighter, and the intense pleasure made all the blood vessels in my body swell. I pressed my hands on Teacher Biru's shoulders and thrust my lower body in inch by inch. Teacher Biru's brows furrowed, and large beads of sweat seeped from her forehead. I knew she must be in a lot of pain because her vagina was so dry, and my penis was so hard. Amidst her series of moans, my penis finally went all the way into Teacher Biru's vagina! She breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense body slowly relaxed.
At this moment, my penis was completely enveloped by Teacher Biru's tender flesh. An unprecedented feeling spread throughout my body, truly like a dream. Those warm, tender flesh tightly gripped my penis, opening and closing with her rapid breathing. This feeling was so wonderful. The beautiful Teacher Biru lay beneath me, and I had completely entered this motherly teacher's body. She was old enough to be my mother, yet I was so infatuated with her, even madly in love with her. And she, to prevent this ignorant child from falling into depravity, had offered her pure body. At this moment, even if it meant death, I would be willing!
Like a wild beast, I straddled her and began to thrust wildly. She gritted her teeth, silently enduring my impact. Her full breasts rippled with my thrusts, the fragrance emanating from her body, the waves of pleasure from the friction of her vagina constantly pushing me to climax. Suddenly, the image of that snow-white buttocks under the moonlight that night flashed through my mind again. God, my endurance had reached its limit! I felt like I was going to explode. I'd only thrust a few dozen times, and I couldn't hold back anymore! With all my might, I thrust my penis into Teacher Biru's vagina one last time. The pent-up desire of over ten years erupted in that instant. I couldn't help but cry out, "Teacher Biru!" Hot semen gushed out like a flood, shooting straight into Teacher Biru's uterus, and continuing to gush for a long, long time before stopping. Her snow-white buttocks vanished from my mind in an instant. My body went limp, panting heavily, collapsing onto Teacher Biru, and I remained there for a long, long time...
...
When everything calmed down, I felt an unprecedented sense of comfort. My penis withdrew from Teacher Biru's vagina. She pushed me away, sat up, and turned to the side, beginning to search for her clothes on the ground. I noticed a lot of wet sand stuck to her back. My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't help but reach out to pat the sand off her back. She turned her head, her eyes filled with tenderness, and said softly, "Xiaoming, it's getting late. Everyone will be back soon. Hurry up and get dressed."
"Okay," I murmured in response, but my hand didn't go down. I continued to pat the sand off her back. Her back was smooth, and now I could observe her figure more closely. Her curves were beautiful, though her waist was slightly fuller, which only accentuated her maturity and captivating charm. I stared at her, mesmerized, my hand sliding down to her buttocks. This... this was the snow-white thing under the moonlight! A surge of heat coursed through me, and my breathing quickened. I gently stroked her; her buttocks were smooth and soft. Suddenly, I felt an urge to embrace those alluring buttocks, and my young penis instantly became erect again.
Ms. Biru felt me touching her buttocks. She finished putting on her top, turned around, and was startled when she saw my erect penis. "Xiaoming, what's wrong?"
I hugged Ms. Biru tightly. "Teacher, I...I want more, teacher, I...want..."
Ms. Biru gently stroked my hair and said softly, "Don't do this, Xiaoming. Everyone will be back soon. You have to leave, understand? Don't be stubborn, be good."
I knew that if I let go, I would have no chance. At this moment, lust had spread throughout my body, and I couldn't control myself. I held her tightly. "No, I want it, teacher, I really love you, teacher, I want you, really, teacher. I love you!"
"No, Xiaoming, don't say such things. You're still a child. You don't understand what love is. I know that at your age, it's easy to have wild thoughts. Teacher can help you." "You know, your teacher is much older than you. I could be your mother. You'll have a girl you like someday, around your age. Do you understand? That's love. I know you like your teacher, and your teacher likes you too, because you're a good boy, obedient. Get up!"
"No, teacher, I really like you!" I hugged Teacher Biru, desperately acting like a spoiled child, while my hands were restlessly rubbing her bottom.
"Xiaoming, don't do this, be good, don't do this!" Teacher Biru struggled, trying to remove my hands, but she couldn't. I pleaded with her, and her struggles gradually stopped. She'd already made a mistake once, what did it matter if she made another? She finally sighed helplessly and said softly, "I really don't know if I owed you something in my past life. Okay, Xiaoming, you have to promise me you'll study hard from now on, okay? What happened today is only between you and me. You can't tell anyone, understand?"
I nodded forcefully and pushed Ms. Biru to the ground again. I climbed on top of her, unbuttoned her newly put-on top, and her beautiful body was revealed once more. This time, she reached out and grasped my penis, guiding it to her alluring entrance. "Xiaoming, come on, let me absorb all your sins. Remember, you must be obedient from now on, understand?" I hummed in agreement ,
and with a thrust of my hips, my thick penis entered Ms. Biru's body in one go. Because we had just finished, her vagina still contained a large amount of my semen. The friction of my penis also brought her pleasure; her vagina was already very wet, and I entered her smoothly, experiencing that heavenly feeling once again. I thrust forcefully, savoring the sensations I hadn't experienced before, and freely releasing my desires.
She, my teacher Biru, was like a giant sponge, absorbing all the sins within me, and like a loving mother, nurturing an innocent child.
She no longer lay there quietly as before; she began to rhythmically cooperate with me, even guiding my movements. Her vagina sucked on my penis, it felt wonderful. Under her guidance, I continuously thrust into her body, my lower abdomen slapping against hers, making a "slap, slap" sound. A lot of fluid flowed from inside her, dripping onto her snow-white buttocks—extremely alluring!
Thus, in that cramped bathroom, a fifteen-year-old boy was freely releasing himself on the body of a woman old enough to be his mother—what a scene!
We both began to get into the swing of things, and Teacher Biru began to moan softly.
“Ah…ah…ah…steel…ah…steel”
I didn’t know who the “steel” she was calling out for was. I just thrust harder, each time penetrating straight into Teacher Biru’s vagina. Her face flushed, her long black hair fell loose, her eyes were languid, and she was panting heavily—she was incredibly alluring. She even hugged my neck, wrapped her legs around my waist, and I held her waist as I thrust wildly again.
I couldn’t help but cry out ecstatically as well.
“Teacher…Teacher…”
“Ah…ah…steel…ah…” Finally, the moment arrived
.
Her hands suddenly grabbed the muscles on my back, her head tilted back, and her legs tightly clamped around my waist. "Ah..." she cried out. My penis, squeezed like that, felt a hot rush to the glans. I couldn't take it anymore. I let out a dry roar and slammed Teacher Biru to the ground. My semen gushed out, all of it shooting into Teacher Biru's vagina. We gasped for breath, embracing each other tightly...

Snow-white buttocks (Part 3)

When the footsteps of the commune members sounded outside the courtyard, I hurriedly got off Teacher Biru. We dressed in a panic, and I, like a child who had done something wrong, fled the courtyard in a disheveled state. I ran and ran like my life depended on it. I rushed into the house, lay on the bed, panting heavily, my mind blank. My whole body felt exhausted. I really couldn't believe what had just happened was real. I savored the memory of her warm body... That smooth skin, and that alluring little pussy, filled me with immense satisfaction.
That night, I slept exceptionally well, the first time I'd slept so soundly since meeting Teacher Biru. I didn't dream of anything.
The next day, I went to class with very mixed feelings. When I saw Teacher Biru, I didn't dare look at her. She seemed as if nothing had happened, as calm as ever, but I could still sense that she was avoiding my gaze; she seemed to be trying hard to appear calm. But I was different. When my eyes met her body, my heart couldn't help but pound wildly.
My grades started to decline again. I was promoted, but on the day I transformed from a boy into a man, my body underwent subtle changes. I often craved that exhilarating release; I couldn't extricate myself, I couldn't resist. I think no one could resist it. Once the physiological barriers are broken, there's no turning back. Otherwise, our great Chairman Mao wouldn't have married so many wives.
Another ten days or so passed, a long period for me. I don't know what I was thinking; I was just eagerly anticipating, hoping something else would happen. I knew things couldn't stay this way forever; if it happened once, it would happen again. What's meant to happen will happen.
After the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, the school often organized us to help the commune members thresh grain. We were happy to be exempt from studying. That day, after threshing the grain, it got dark, and everyone went home. We students packed up our tools and followed the teachers back to school. Halfway there, we heard Teacher Biru exclaim "Oh!" A female teacher quickly asked what was wrong. Teacher Biru said that she had dropped something in the threshing ground and that we should go back to school first. After saying that, she hurriedly returned to the threshing ground.
The students went back with the teachers, but my heart suddenly started pounding. I lied and pretended to go home, but as soon as I was out of everyone's sight, I turned around and ran back to the threshing ground. As I approached the threshing ground, I slowed my pace and peered over the wall. Teacher Biru wasn't there; I could only hear sounds coming from the earthen house where the grain was stored. I jumped into the threshing ground, reached the edge of the house, and peeked inside. Teacher Biru was there, searching for something. She found a pile of grain, suddenly exclaimed in surprise, picked up a small object, examined it carefully, wiped it, and put it back in her pocket. Just then, I reached the ventilation shaft of the earthen house. She looked up and saw me.
"Xiaoming? What are you doing here?"
"I..." I stammered, unsure what to say.
Teacher Biru seemed to understand something and said, "Xiaoming, it's getting late. Go home; your father is waiting for you." She pulled me aside, ready to leave.
I knew this was a golden opportunity, and suddenly, I don't know where the courage came from, I hugged Teacher Biru tightly. "Teacher, I... I really missed you. I..."
"No, Xiaoming, don't do this. You're not a child anymore, you should be more sensible."
"But you said you'd do whatever I wanted, Teacher, I really like you." Seeing that no one was around, I became even bolder, holding Teacher Biru tightly and refusing to let go.
"Xiaoming, no!"
I smelled the fragrance emanating from her body, and my blood began to boil. How could I let go at this moment? I hugged Teacher Biru without hesitation and pushed her into the mud house. She couldn't take it and stumbled back a few steps, crashing into a haystack. I pinned her against the haystack, and took the opportunity to slip my hands inside her shirt, groping her full breasts.
"No!" In her panic, Teacher Biru slapped me. I froze, standing there, covering my face, at a loss for what to do. In my anxiety and anger, feeling as if I had been wronged, tears welled up in my eyes.
Teacher Biru was also stunned. She composed herself and said, "Xiaoming, don't you think this is cruel to Teacher Biru? Do you think Teacher Biru feels any better? How does Teacher Biru feel seeing you like this?" These three questions stunned me and brought Teacher Biru to tears. Seeing Teacher Biru in tears, I panicked. I quickly went over and helped Teacher Biru to sit down by the haystack, wiped her tears, and said, "Teacher Biru, I know it's my fault, but I really can't concentrate on my studies right now; my mind is in complete turmoil." Teacher Biru looked at me with her red, tear-filled eyes, gazing deeply into my eyes, and said, "It's all Teacher Biru's fault; I set a bad precedent for you." I quickly replied, "No, it's my fault. I'm the one who's always overthinking things, and Teacher Biru has to worry about me." Hearing this, Teacher Biru was moved and hugged me tightly. I hugged her back just as tightly, and it felt like we suddenly became much closer.
As I savored the fragrance wafting from Teacher Biru's hair, she said in a soft, melancholic tone, "If you still want it, Teacher Biru can help you… but I have two conditions." I was surprised, but still pretended to be calm and said, "Go ahead, Teacher Biru." "First, you must study hard; that's your biggest task right now. Second, from the first day I met you, I felt a sense of closeness with you, which is why I'm helping you. But Teacher Biru and I can't really have anything going on; you should understand that, okay? Our relationship will always be that of teacher and student, do you understand?" Looking into Teacher Biru's eyes, which seemed to be glistening with tears, I said, "Teacher Biru, I know." "Silly child, Teacher Biru wants you to improve. Don't worry, Teacher Biru has made her decision; just don't let your father or anyone else know." At that moment, what could I say? Teacher Biru closed her eyes, and I quickly pushed her to the ground.
"Xiaoming, someone might come, you...you need to hurry."
"I know.".......
I took off Teacher Biru's outer pants, and Teacher Biru's full thighs were laid out in front of me. She wouldn't let me take off her top, so I could only rub her breasts through her clothes. I stroked them up and down, and finally decided to pull down her underwear. As the last piece of Teacher Biru's body was removed, the body of a middle-aged woman was finally completely revealed to me. It was getting dark, but I could still clearly see that her mysterious area had a few pubic hairs, neatly arranged in an inverted triangle. I spread Teacher Biru's thighs, and I saw a brown slit between her legs. I knew that was a woman's vulva. This was what I had been dreaming of for the past ten days. I was so excited that I didn't know what to do. I stroked her thighs, feeling her silky smooth skin, and my lower body immediately became hard. Under my caresses, her breathing began to become rapid.
I quickly took off my own clothes and pounced on her. I rushed over and pressed my body against Ms. Biru's. This made me understand what love truly meant. I lay on top of her, kissing and caressing her for a while until my penis was unbearably throbbing before I began my assault. After what happened last time, I thought I could find my target immediately, but Ms. Biru was drowsy and motionless, and I couldn't find the right spot. I tried several times without success, and I was sweating profusely with frustration.
Then, Ms. Biru's hand moved, seemingly guiding my penis. I found the spot instantly, and with a thrust, my penis entered a wonderfully pleasurable place. It was wet and tightly enveloped me, and I came again. It was so wonderful.
Then I glanced at Ms. Biru and saw her biting her lip, her brow furrowed, as if she was enduring something. I realized that Ms. Biru was also feeling something, and that her earlier thrust had been intentional. Excitedly, I kissed Ms. Biru. But when I kissed Teacher Biru's lips, her tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and her tongue began to passionately intertwine with mine, more passionate than ever before, and a moan escaped her throat. So Teacher Biru had been holding back her moans all along.
I placed my hands on her waist and began to thrust forcefully. With each powerful thrust, Teacher Biru's breathing and moans grew stronger, and my body felt light again. Having experienced it before, I had learned to control my ejaculation, and I managed to suppress my urges several times. Teacher Biru's
vagina began to wet and glisten. I thrust into her again and again, releasing my desires to my heart's content. My penis was red and hot from the deep penetration. I don't know how many times I thrust, and Teacher Biru's lower body was soaking wet.
Right there on the dry grass in this earthen house, I had Teacher Biru again, a fifteen-year-old boy, venting my desires on her body.
Suddenly, Teacher Biru hugged me tightly, her vagina contracting violently several times. She seemed to have exhausted all her strength, and then went limp. I could no longer suppress the urge to ejaculate, and a stream of semen shot deep into Teacher Biru's vagina like a bullet.

Snow-white buttocks (Part Four)

After I ejaculated all my semen into Teacher Biru's vagina, I was exhausted. I lay on Teacher Biru's body, unwilling to leave for a long time. I was panting heavily on her body, and Teacher Biru also lay weakly. After a long time, I noticed that Teacher Biru opened her eyes and was looking at me. There was something complicated in her eyes, which made me a little flustered. I asked softly, "Teacher Biru, are you angry?" "Angry about what?" "I did that to you again..." Teacher Biru smiled and said, "I know, young people are bound to be impulsive. I don't blame you, especially a child your age. Sigh. I said I have a responsibility to help you. As long as you can study hard, I will be at ease."
At this moment, Teacher Biru and I both felt very wet and cold in our lower bodies. I looked down and saw that our lower bodies were almost soaked. There was a large wet patch on the dry grass on the ground. Our bodily fluids mixed together, making our pubic hair stick together in clumps. My once-erect penis now hung limply between my legs.
Teacher Biru blushed when she saw me looking at her. "Xiaoming, it's getting late. Let's go back." With that, she pushed me away, turned around, and fumbled for her pants. She stood up, her two long, straight, snow-white legs flashing. Imagining myself still between her legs, I felt a surge of desire, but I restrained myself. Teacher Biru quickly put on her pants, brushed the dry grass off her clothes, and watched as I finished dressing. For a moment, nothing more seemed to be said, and the two of us silently left the mud house…

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