The story of my classmate's mother

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I've known my classmate's mother for a long time; I call her Aunt Wu. I
've had a crush on her for a long time. Ten years ago, she was 42, and I was 32. I was completely infatuated with her. The reason was that she was so charming. Although she wasn't conventionally beautiful, she was incredibly sexy:
a classic Venus figure, with clearly defined shoulder, waist, and hip curves, especially from behind—her hips
were wide but not sagging. Her posture was beautiful when she squatted, bent over, or lay down. Especially since she was always impeccably dressed, always wearing
snow-white stockings, she rarely went barefoot or exposed her skin, even in hot weather, like an Islamic woman. Occasionally, when she lifted the hem of her clothes or unintentionally
revealed her neck, legs, or feet, her snow-white skin and small, delicate feet were exceptionally alluring, making one want to hold them and kiss them passionately.
She never spoke frivolously, often keeping her head down, but when she occasionally looked up, her large eyes would always look directly into your eyes,
and in that instant your heart would flutter. Everyone who saw her felt conquered.
Whenever she returned from her trips, I was always very concerned about her experiences away from home, curiously inquiring (
indirectly ) about whether lay nuns had any sexual affairs. At first, she always avoided the topic, saying that I was young and inexperienced,
and that I didn't understand many things. Later, my admiration for her strength, my attentive care and thoughtfulness gradually moved her. She began
to reveal some little-known stories about the outside world, especially in temples.
Once, she went to Thousand Buddha Mountain in Jinan and stayed for a month. When she returned, she had a solemn expression, a pale face, and
a dazed look. She spoke very little, often muttering, "Buddha above, the will of Heaven, the will of Heaven." After my repeated questioning
(I promised to keep it a secret for life), she softly recounted an experience that surprised and moved me. The following is
her own account, a lay nun's own account, slightly embellished by the author.
Thousand Buddha Mountain Temple is a large temple with many monks. I often went to a small temple near the Thousand Buddha Cave, where there was
an old monk who had been in charge for over 20 years and four or five young monks who had just graduated from university and been assigned there. Every year I would
come to chant sutras, pay homage, and stay at the temple for a few days. I would help them wash and mend their clothes, and also help with other
matters. The old abbot was over 60 years old, very steadfast and compassionate. I treated him with utmost respect, and he
cherished greatly, often praising me as "a rare nun, a reincarnation of Guanyin, who will surely save all sentient beings." I went every year, and the old
abbot took me as a confidant. I became one of the most favored among the many meditation practitioners, especially female lay Buddhists.
I participated in many Buddhist secrets, important temple affairs, and Buddhist-like arrangements.
One day, the old abbot called me to his inner room, a small room of about ten square meters where he practiced meditation.
He took out a Buddhist esoteric scripture, containing characters I wasn't familiar with, and listened as he explained it to me. One passage essentially said that
the highest state of Buddhism is complete enlightenment and entering the Pure Land, which is found
among those who have attained enlightenment or are most devout to the Buddha. He said only I was qualified to enter the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, and he was willing to help me enter the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.
Buddhism has its own interpretation of lovemaking: it's not just about momentary pleasure, but about achieving harmony of qi and blood, and unity with heaven and man.
The secrets and essence of chanting scriptures and practicing meditation are the essence
of Buddhahood, ultimately leading to becoming an immortal or a Buddha. Guanyin, in the past, subdued demons and subdued the masses by using her holy body and universal love for her disciples, ultimately becoming an immortal...
The old monk sat cross-legged on the bed, his hands clasped together, speaking slowly and deliberately. As I listened, I felt
a slow warmth rising within me, a feeling of floating.
Then, at the old monk's prompting, I took off my socks and forcefully crossed my legs, forming a lotus position. The old monk
moved to my side, held my fair feet, stared at me with a solemn expression, and said in a low voice, "Shimamoni
has sent me to serve Guanyin." Then he picked me up and placed me on his lap, holding me close, chanting "Amitabha..." For a
moment, I closed my eyes, as if floating in a mist, hallucinating, feeling warm all over, with waves of itchiness in my lower body, something slowly rubbing against my face. After
a while, my whole body felt like it was being lifted and lowered, my clothes
being pulled off piece by piece by the old monk, and I lay naked on the bed. The old monk carefully licked my
two little feet, spreading my delicate toes to kiss, look at, and play with them. My whole body was limp, and I looked at him helplessly.
You can guess what happened next, but it probably took more than two hours to finish. The old monk was very fat and
big. I remember him thrusting into me forcefully for a long time, thrusting and licking, from front to back.
When he thrust into me from behind, it hurt terribly. He said it was "yin and yang essence," and that it was good to feel dry. When he was about to ejaculate, he told
me it would be best if I drank it, saying, "The Buddha's true essence, a drop is worth a thousand gold." I was unprepared and didn't accept it, so I didn't
drink it. He then ejaculated on my breasts.
For over two hours, I experienced several moments of ecstasy. The best sensation was when he thrust inside me, moving it back and forth.
Especially the position called "Double Buddhas Bowing," which, while a little painful, gave me a tingling, pleasant feeling. It involved
us sitting face-to-face on the bed, him holding me, my legs wrapped around his waist, his hands supporting my buttocks, his penis
inside me, moving vigorously up and down and back and forth. There were also other positions like "Reclining Buddha Gazing at the Moon" and "Water Lily Opening,"
which the old monk said were from Tibetan Buddhist scriptures, little known to most.
From then on, I experienced the sacred realm of Buddhism, felt the wonderful feeling of attaining enlightenment, and grasped the true
essence .
Most recently, I reached the pinnacle of pleasure. Five young monks had sex with me together. I stayed at the temple
for a month .
The five young monks came from different schools; one was from Shenmu Buddhist College, and two were
runaways . They were all in their twenties, knew the scriptures by heart, and two had found partners. During the day, they
"worked" in the temple, dressed in their robes, meticulous and respectful. At night, some went home to stay with their wives. They
treated well because most of the female lay Buddhists were slovenly, unattractive, and lacked tact, and didn't live there. I, however
, devoted myself entirely to the temple. I knew that young monks these days couldn't bear the loneliness; their Buddhist
theories far richer than the older monks'. They sensed the older monks' kindness towards me and several times tried to discuss "Buddhist affinity,"
"Buddha-nature," "joyful Buddha," and so on, giving me hints and urging me to enter that state. I naturally understood, and each time I didn't
argue, smiling and saying that Guanyin is the savior, and everything is predestined. Especially after my relationship with the older monk, I was prepared
to dedicate myself entirely to the Buddha, truly converting to Buddhism.
That day, I was squatting on the mat sewing quilts for them when a young monk came over and started chatting with me. He said
his parents at home treated him poorly, and he never felt warm. Seeing me, he thought I was family. The more we talked, the closer we became. Suddenly, he stared intently at my
smooth, white feet, and involuntarily grabbed them and kissed them. I didn't resist, letting him knead,
pinch, and play with them, even sucking on them. I lay down, closed my eyes, and let him do as he pleased. I don't know when, but several other
young monks came over; one stroked my face, his hot lips sliding across it; another lay on my chest...
They sucked on my nipples and thrust forcefully; one kissed my other foot and then rubbed it inside his lower body; after a
while , I collapsed to the ground, letting the five young monks play with me to their heart's content.
The details were like the pornographic films you see now, except that for more than 20 consecutive nights, I had almost daily
"meditation and enlightenment" with them, one against five. At the end, after it was all over, the old monk would help me cleanse and
bathe. In a large tub, soaking in warm water, the old monk always liked to hold me in his arms, or sit
behind me and hug me, carefully washing every inch of my skin. Sometimes, halfway through the bath, he couldn't control himself and
would penetrate me from under me. This time, I was so exhausted, my whole body was shaking, and my legs
had no strength left. The old monk stroked me, only gently massaging my lower body with his hands while kissing me. I
was so tired that I fell asleep in his arms.
When I woke up, I was lying on the old monk's large and soft bed. My whole body felt incredibly refreshed and happy.
The old monk cradled my neck with one hand and gently stroked my soft, warm belly with the other, his loving gaze filled with
affection. It was already 3 a.m., and the old monk softly said again, "After the fifth watch, the divine path is open."
I immediately understood his meaning, forcefully raising my lower body and spreading my legs, once again welcoming the Buddha's
baptism .
For over 20 days, more than 20 sleepless nights, I felt as if I had taken a trip to heaven, experiencing
unparalleled joy on earth. This wasn't the lowly kind of sex life of ordinary people, but an emotional dialogue between man and God,
a perfect union of spirit and flesh.
After Aunt Wu returned, she lay in bed for several days. I ran errands to fetch her water and food, and Aunt Wu expressed her gratitude,
repeatedly asking me to kiss and touch her, promising that once I recovered in a few days, I could hold her tightly. She said
that as long as with Guanyin and opened the path, my life would be complete with blessings, longevity, and happiness—a perfect fulfillment. Ten days later, I finally
waited for this day: to experience the most perfect,
purest, and most sacred lovemaking storm in the world with a nun who had undergone Buddhist trials and Taoist purification.
[The End]

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