Me and my master's supervisor

In 1991, I graduated from the Food Science Department of an agricultural university. That year, the echoes of the 1989 student movement
were still lingering, and job placement for university graduates was generally poor. As a result, I wasn't able to return to my
original city and was assigned to work at an agricultural extension station in a county. The county town wasn't large, and there were
few streetlights at night. A local joke circulated: you could walk around the entire town with just a match. Haha.

Outside the town were fields, so I could take walks, which
was quite interesting for someone like me who had grown up in the city. Several other people shared the same fate, working in different
departments . Naturally, we, a few university graduates from the city, became friends.

The initial days were quite happy, and time flew by. Before I knew it, the following year, my friends, one by one, used
various connections to transfer back to the city. Watching everyone leave, I couldn't help but feel anxious and
a sense of emptiness began to creep in. However, I came from a working-class family with modest economic conditions and no social
connections, making it very difficult to transfer back to the city. Out of desperation, I decided to apply for graduate school—it
was my only way out! After a year of hard work, in 1993 I returned to my alma mater to study dairy processing
.

My master's supervisor was a woman named Zhang, around thirty-five or thirty-six years old, tall, and while not
particularly beautiful, she was above average in appearance. Initially, she didn't attract much attention; I only had
a slight liking for her cheerful personality. My senior classmates, on the other hand, were very warm and kind to me, and we got along very well.

The first year was mainly about attending classes and earning credits, keeping me busy every day. From the second year onwards, I entered the experimental
topic selection and implementation phase, and without classes, I felt a sudden sense of relief. To choose a good topic and
arrange the laboratory, I consulted with my supervisor. My supervisor told me that she had just landed a collaborative technical project this year,
mainly involving a large dairy factory. Although her academic level was limited, there was contractual funding that
could supplement her income, and she asked if I would be interested. Naturally, I readily agreed. Little did I know
that this agreement would lead to an extraordinary story.

After agreeing, I quickly completed my research proposal with my supervisor's help, and then accompanied her to the factory for on-site
inspections , designing and arranging the experimental content. The factory was very welcoming; to facilitate our experimental work, they specially
cleaned two empty rooms on the third floor of the factory's administration building for us to stay in, and even bought new beds and bedding. This arrangement
made it easy for us to check on the situation in the workshop at any time. In addition, a small experimental setup was set up in a corner of the large workshop,
separated from the normal production process by a simple partition wall, creating a small sterile room for experiments
and routine testing. Actually, initially, there was nothing between my supervisor and me, and to speed up the experimental progress, we worked more than eight hours

a day .
Besides our experimental work, there wasn't much else to do at the factory, so we
often worked overtime in the workshop after dinner. At night, apart from a few workers on duty occasionally making rounds, most of
the time it was just my supervisor and me working together in the huge workshop. We'd chat about everyday things while working, and our relationship grew closer as we spent more time
together . Later, we could talk about almost anything and even joke around. It was then that I learned my supervisor
was from Liaoning, and had divorced a few years prior, raising a child alone. The year before I entered the university, she married another
teacher . Shortly after their marriage, her husband had an opportunity to go abroad and went to Singapore. Their child was five years old and was temporarily
living with his grandparents in their hometown in Liaoning, with plans to bring him back next year to start primary school.

At the factory, my supervisor always did all the work with me. Sometimes, when we encountered dirty or strenuous tasks, I'd say, "
Professor Zhang, you take a break, I'm a man, I'll do it." She would always reply, "Hehe, don't forget I'm in
great ! I've won the school's badminton championship several times!" So, the teacher and students got along very well, feeling like family in this unfamiliar
factory .

Once, while working in the sterile room, my supervisor and I were both sweating profusely. During a break, she took out an apple,
but since we didn't have a fruit knife, she said, "Let's each take a bite and make do." Just as she put the apple in her mouth,
a small flame suddenly appeared on an incubator. Without even putting down the apple, we quickly put it out. After extinguishing the fire,
our hands were covered in dirt, but the apple was still in her mouth. She gestured for me to take it with my mouth. So I took a bite,
she ate a bite, then took it with her mouth, and I took a bite… and that's how we finished the apple. Afterwards,
we smiled knowingly at each other. Then I saw my supervisor blush slightly. She smiled and said, "This is
the first eaten an apple like this." Hearing this, I felt a strange unease. In the days that followed, my mentor and I
grew closer. When we had a little free time, we'd go out for hot pot or karaoke together
.

I remember one time during a bacterial strain screening experiment, the workload was quite heavy. My mentor and I
worked together in the sterile room, sitting on the same laminar flow hood. The laminar flow hood was cramped, and we inevitably rubbed against each other during the operation. After we finished
, we looked at each other through our masks, speechless for a moment… until finally we embraced.

My heart was pounding, and I could feel my mentor's thumping heartbeat. We took off our masks and kissed
. I touched her through her clothes, and she didn't stop me. Later, my hands went inside her clothes,
touching her waist, abdomen, and back, and finally, I mustered the courage to touch her breasts. At that moment, my mentor gently
exhaled, pulled away from me, and tilted her head back. I stroked and kissed my mentor's neck,
feeling her body tremble slightly. She couldn't resist unzipping my pants and touching my penis
.

I was excited. I turned her around and had her sit on my lap. I pressed myself against her back,
stroking her repeatedly. This was my first time touching a woman, and I felt myself trembling.
When I tried to slip a hand under her pants from her abdomen, she nervously stopped me, grabbing
my hand through her fabric. I didn't reach her genitals, but I felt soft pubic hair.

That evening, after dinner, we went to our rooms and didn't work overtime. It was late when I noticed her room
light was still on, so I knocked on her door. We talked a lot that night, about life,
work , and childhood experiences—some things we reflected on, some things we were happy about—but we didn't do anything.

The next day, the bacterial strains screened for the experiment needed to be transferred, but it was easier than the previous day. In this
secluded , idyllic space, I held my supervisor on my lap, watching her transfer the strains. I
gently blew warm breath into her clothes while holding her waist. She chuckled softly as she transferred the strains.
My little brother, meanwhile, became restless, hardening beneath her buttocks. My
lovely supervisor was much more relaxed than yesterday, occasionally wiggling her hips in response, making me even more excited and uneasy.

After transferring the strains, she leaned closer to me, and I didn't hesitate to hug her tightly and caress her.
This time, she didn't resist. I caressed her all over until she started panting softly, her body
wriggling slightly, and she even reached under her buttocks to grab my little brother. I lifted her white lab coat,
trying to pull down her skirt, and to my surprise, she lifted her buttocks and cooperated. Looking at my mentor's fair and rounded thighs,
I couldn't control myself for a moment, my little brother standing tall and searching for its place.

After all, it was my first time, and I fumbled around for a while, completely at a loss. My mentor then stood up, turned around,
lifted her skirt, and straddled my legs to face me. She kissed my forehead, and then used her hand to guide my little brother
inside. In that instant, oh, it felt incredibly good. Warm, soft flesh enveloped my little brother, like entering
a gentle cloud.

Seeing my expression, my mentor knew I was a novice. She leaned back against the workbench, supporting my
knees , and began to move her hips up and down. My little brother grew harder and harder inside my mentor's soft body,
and then, with a surge of desire, it finally gushed out like a floodgate opened, then gradually softened. My mentor
blushed and asked me: "Was it good?" What could I say? Of course, it was incredibly good. Then we
each wiped ourselves with sanitary napkins from the sterile room and hugged tightly for a while. My

supervisor didn't come out of her room when I went to work in the afternoon, so I let her sleep a little longer. I went to
the workshop to check all the equipment and samples and record the data. In the evening, I went to call my supervisor for dinner
. She flicked my forehead at the door and said, "Your older sister is treating you to a good meal today ."

Wow, when did my supervisor become an older sister! But I was still secretly pleased. So I said, "
Why should I treat you? I should be the one treating you." My supervisor laughed and said, "You little rascal, you've worked hard today." I
could only chuckle.

After dinner, we went to the workshop together to check on the experiment's progress, and then went back to the room. I didn't go into my own
room, but went into her room with my supervisor. As soon as we entered, we hugged each other, watched
TV together, and caressed each other. But when I tried to touch her sensitive areas, she wouldn't let me. I suddenly remembered something and
asked, "Professor Zhang, were you satisfied today? Was it because I lasted too long?" My supervisor laughed and said, "Little boy,
that's how it is for a man the first time. It will get better later." We smiled at each other. Suddenly, the supervisor said, "Go turn on your
room come back." I understood immediately, quickly went to turn on the light, drew the curtains, and ran back.

When I returned, the supervisor said to me, "I've been at the factory for almost half a month. I have to go back to school tomorrow to take care of some things.
You can stay here for now, and I'll come back in a while. It's getting late, let's get some rest .

" I said, "I don't want to go back tonight, let me sleep with you tonight." At first, the supervisor said no,
but after a while, he finally agreed, saying, "Okay, let's go wash up quickly.

" After washing up, I turned off my room light and excitedly went to the supervisor's room, where I saw that he
had already turned off the light and was in bed. As soon as I got into bed, we rolled around together. With my constant caresses and kisses,
the supervisor began to moan softly, so I took off his pajamas under the covers and climbed on top of him. Just as I was about to enter my mentor's body, I parted
her legs, but she said no, "Kiss me again." So, in bed, I kissed
every part of her body (except her genitals, as I didn't know how then), while my hands roamed over her soft skin
. Gradually, I noticed her genitals becoming increasingly wet, and her body writhing more and more.

She, in turn, rubbed my penis, sometimes kissing me, sometimes tilting her head back and gently lifting her abdomen. Finally,
she said it was okay, and I immediately thrust in, pumping rapidly. Then she said, "Slow down," so I slowed down
. Only when she began to move her hips with each thrust did I pick up the pace and pound wildly.

This time, unlike in the workshop that morning, I pumped for a particularly long time. Amidst her moans, I continued
thrusting, and soon I felt her warm, soft genitals tighten in waves, while her arms wrapped around my
neck, and her lips kissed me haphazardly.

I thought, perhaps this is a woman's orgasm. Sure enough, after a moment of passion, my mentor gently
said to me, "Oh, you haven't come yet? Then don't move, hug me, let me rest a bit before we continue."

I did as she said, and in the darkness, I felt her gradually calm down, so I started kissing and caressing her again until
she responded, and then I began thrusting again. My mentor couldn't help but groan again, this time I kept it fast
. Her groans became more and more urgent, and she started pinching my back with her hands until I felt her
contractions was about to stop, she said, "Don't stop, come!" So I intensified my movements until her
groans stopped, and I continued thrusting for about ten more minutes before finally ejaculating.

My mentor then breathed heavily and whispered, "Finished?" I said, "Yes." She said

, "Let me rest for a while, get up quickly and get me some toilet paper." I got the toilet paper, and she took it
and covered her private parts. I poured some water from the thermos to wash myself, and then brought a basin of water to my mentor. In
the darkness washed me, playfully complaining, "You're hurting me.

" Then, we slept naked, embracing each other. Since it was a single bed and space was limited, she let me sleep on
the inside while she nestled in my arms. I held my mentor like that and drifted off to sleep.

I woke up in the middle of the night, listening to her even breathing in her sleep, feeling the tenderness in my arms—it was like a dream.
I gently kissed the back of her neck, and my penis hardened again. I reached out to find her
private parts.

Perhaps she was too tired from the whole day, because she didn't wake up. Finally, I found her soft vulva from behind and
tried to enter her again. At that moment, she woke up and said, "No, it will hurt me." Then she gave me...
She talked about some things about women. Following her instructions, I experimented on her body
. We had another intense session, continuing until we were both exhausted.

The next day, neither of us woke up on time; we were only awakened by the noise in the hallway. We got up
quietly dressed, and when the hallway quieted down a bit, I went out first and rushed to the workshop. When I returned at noon,
my mentor had already left, leaving a note under my door that read: "Little one, your older sister is leaving. You must
complete your experiments well and not let your thoughts interfere with your work. If you encounter any problems, report them to the factory immediately.
I've already spoken to the factory manager and workshop director. Use your brain; your older sister believes in you."

After reading the note, I felt a sense of loss. The following days were incredibly difficult.

About a month later, my mentor returned. I was busy in the sterile room when suddenly the door behind me opened. Turning around, I
saw my mentor, and I was overjoyed; my eyes even felt a little wet. My mentor closed the door behind her,
and we excitedly embraced. I said, "Teacher Zhang, I've missed you so much!"

My mentor said, "Really? Let me see what you've missed."

So, after I finished my work, we started our "exercise" again in the sterile room. This time, for the first
time, my mentor used her fragrant lips to take my penis into her mouth, and our "exercise" reached a new level.

It was this time that I truly saw my mentor, saw the private parts of a mature woman.
My mentor's body was fair, her skin full and soft, her private parts rounded and bulging, with sparse but beautiful hair. The hair was dark brown,
sparsely distributed on her fair and plump skin, appearing clean and hygienic. I also began to touch a woman with my mouth for the first time,
kissing my mentor's mysterious place. My mentor only said one sentence: "I came to take a shower!" and then groaned rapidly,
not saying another word.

What happened after that is self-evident; whenever we had the chance, we would have a great time in the room or the workshop.

Especially in the workshop, the simple board partitions weren't soundproof. Sometimes we could hear workers
walking and talking outside, so we'd hold our breath and exercise—it was a particularly stimulating experience.

Thus, my supervisor and I were juggling two fronts: experimental work and personal life, and we enjoyed it immensely.

After half a month, we finally completed the first phase of our experiments and successfully applied the selected strains
to production, stabilizing the quality of our fermented dairy products. The new strains also showed a significant flavor-enhancing effect, which greatly
satisfied the factory. At the farewell banquet before leaving the dairy factory, the factory manager excitedly said: "
Thank you Professor Zhang and her students, for your work in our factory. On behalf of everyone in our factory, I express our
heartfelt gratitude! This afternoon, I've already instructed the finance department to transfer the contract payment to your school's account, so please
rest assured. We are very satisfied with your work, so we will definitely not delay payment. Furthermore, our factory still has
some other technical issues; we warmly welcome you to come again. Cheers!"

Hearing this, my supervisor and I exchanged a knowing smile, feeling quite pleased.

Later, we received several more technical cooperation contracts from the factory, most of which I
completed alone. My supervisor would visit me frequently, and the factory still reserved a room for him. Each
visit was filled with passion. We tried many different ways of making love (but my supervisor consistently
refused to let me penetrate from behind, I don't know why?), each time leaving us both feeling exhilarated and lost in ecstasy
.

Over the course of a year, my work made continuous progress, and I successfully published several papers,
receiving numerous awards from the department. My supervisor often praised me in front of fellow students. Deep down
, I knew the department's awards weren't for my exceptional abilities, but rather for
the economic benefits ; my supervisor's praise, however, was different, the reason only we both understood.

In our third year, my supervisor brought his child back from his hometown to attend the affiliated primary school. From then on,
my supervisor had to take care of her child every day, so I naturally had much less time to spend with her. Meanwhile, since I had already published
my paper and graduation was no problem, I was relatively free.

My supervisor hoped I would stay at the university to work as her assistant while preparing for my doctoral entrance exam,
thus advancing my academic career further. I had plenty of time, and with my supervisor's help, I didn't need to rush my studies. However, something else happened.

Here's what happened: While conducting experiments at the dairy factory, I met some workers there, including
a woman named Shuying. She mentioned that her younger brother was also studying for his undergraduate degree in our department. She saw that I
had a good relationship with my supervisor and wanted me to put in a
good word .

One weekend, Shuying came to our university to see me and told me about it. I thought about it and figured that as long as her
brother's exam scores were above the passing mark, my words to my supervisor would still have an effect, so I agreed.

Shuying was initially skeptical, but when she heard my junior classmates excitedly saying I was going to stay at the university and
soon become a teacher in the department, she finally believed it. She took me to her hotel to talk in detail and tried to
give me 500 yuan, saying she would reward me handsomely if things went well. I firmly refused, telling her I would do my best and
to put her mind at ease.

Our conversation went smoothly; she thought I was a very honest young man, and to thank me, she decided to
have a meal together. During the meal, we talked a lot, about the factory and the people and things there, and everyone was
happy .

But later, she seemed to have something she wanted to say but hesitated. I asked her what was wrong, but she said nothing.
After the meal, she said it was still early and insisted I come back to the hotel to talk. Remembering what had happened, I felt I might have
something to say , so I went back to the hotel with her.

In the hotel room, she poured me some water, sat down, and continued talking with me. Unexpectedly, the conversation drifted to her
first boyfriend. She said they were very much in love and were classmates in middle school and vocational school, but
a conflict between their families ultimately prevented them from being together. She also mentioned that my personality was similar to her boyfriend's,
only with a significant age difference.

She then asked my age, saying I was five years older than her. She couldn't help but cry as she spoke, so I
took a tissue to comfort her, saying it was all in the past and she shouldn't dwell on it. She took the tissue and hugged
my arm, sobbing softly. I stroked her head, trying to console her. She finally calmed down and lifted her head...
My friend said to me, "Excuse me, I'm going to wash up."

After coming out of the restroom, Shuying tidied herself up and sat down next to me, resting her head on my
shoulder. She said something very fashionable at the time: "Can I borrow your shoulder?"

I could only say, "If you're willing, that's fine." We just leaned against each other like that, and neither of us spoke again. But after a
while, something felt off. Having learned from my experience with my mentor, I started trying to touch Shuying's shoulders and
back, occasionally touching her ambiguous areas. Seeing that she didn't object, I became bolder, turning her shoulders
to hug and caress her. Shuying kept her eyes closed and didn't say anything. Seeing that she didn't resist, I became more audacious. I
used all the touching techniques I had learned from my mentor, making Shuying moan softly.

Suddenly, Shuying sat up, looked at me, and said, "How come you're so good at this? Where did you learn this?"

I could only make up a story: "I used to have a girlfriend, and we both had abortions when we were together. Later,
it didn't work out because our families objected."

Shuying sighed and slowly said, "We're all unfortunate people." Then she closed her eyes and lay down.

I didn't start undressing her until she was writhing all over from my caresses. Shuying was a little plump, with
much more body hair than my mentor, jet black and shiny. I struggled to carry her into the bathroom. In the bathroom, I turned on
the shower, and we started making love in the hot rainwater. I noticed her skin was incredibly fair and smooth, so I asked her
how she maintained it so well. She laughed and said that the female workers at the dairy factory took some substandard products home to use as a body wash.

Haha, no wonder. A seemingly ordinary factory
worker undressed, turned out to be such a stunning beauty. Remarkably, Shuying was incredibly flexible; she could
stand on one foot and rest the other on my shoulder.

I was astonished. Shuying said she had practiced dance for several years. We continued like this, standing,
something was very excited. Later, Shuying couldn't stand steadily, so I helped her sit on the bathroom counter, her leg
resting on my shoulder the whole time, until we finished.

We were both a little tired, so I cleaned the bathtub and filled it with hot water. We lay in the tub to rest, looking at each other,
talking, and occasionally touching each other's sensitive areas with our feet. Shuying giggled coquettishly, her face flushed, looking incredibly
shy and adorable.

Once we had both recovered, I got up and carried Shuying back to the bedroom.

Back in bed, feeling we were quite clean after showering and bathing, I tried the 69
position with Shuying. At first, she didn't want to do it, but after my insistence, she agreed, though she wouldn't use her mouth on my penis, only
her hand .

With my tongue guiding her, Shuying quickly got into the mood and willingly took my penis into her mouth. We
played like this until Shuying was panting heavily and producing a lot of lubrication. Seeing that the timing was right, I turned Shuying over
and made her crawl on the bed, then entered her from behind (experimenting with positions I hadn't been able to try with my mentor, haha
).

Every time I saw Shuying nearing orgasm, I deliberately stopped, making her uncomfortable. After doing this several times,
I pulled out my penis and started playing with it, causing Shuying to arch her back and crawl around on the bed, experiencing
several orgasms, constantly crying out: "Spare me! Spare me! Good brother! Good brother!"...
Then I thrust in forcefully, until Shuying was breathless.

Finally, we both reached orgasm simultaneously, and I excitedly ejaculated. Just as I was about to get up after ejaculating, I saw Shuying let out
a long breath and collapse onto the bed. I quickly turned her over and found she had fainted, which
terrified . I pinched her philtrum, pressed her chest, and even performed CPR.

Finally, Shuying slowly woke up, sighing, "I was about to die!" I quickly brought her a cup of hot water,
and after she drank it, her face slowly regained its color. I then massaged her shoulders and back, and after a while, seeing that Shuying
had basically recovered, I settled her down to sleep and returned to my school dormitory.

The next day, I went to see Shuying. She was packing her bag, preparing to leave. When she saw me, she smiled shyly and said, "You're
so capable.

" I smiled back and asked, "Are you alright? Are you feeling better?"

Shuying said she was fine, but she had never done this before, and I had brought her to so many orgasms, so she was a little
exhausted and somehow fainted.

I took Shuying to the station, and as we parted, she said, "Don't have any bad thoughts, I really like you.
Please try your best to help my brother with his matter. If you can, do it; if you can't, I won't blame you."

I nodded and promised to do my best.

After Shuying left, I went back to school to see her brother. He was their class's life committee member,
a very conscientious student. Shuying's brother told me that he and Shuying were not biological siblings, but half-siblings.
But Shuying was exceptionally good to him, spoiling her younger brother since childhood. Back then, because Shuying's mother was chronically ill and
hospitalized until her death, the family's financial situation was very difficult. Shuying's older sister had to give up high school and choose a vocational school so she
could start working and earn money to help support the family. Later, she pinned all her hopes for her brother's university education on him
, being very strict with his studies and extremely caring towards him in his daily life. Every time this is mentioned,
their father's eyes redden. Now, the whole family has a very good relationship. Every year, their mother and the whole family visit Shuying's mother's grave and burn paper money. Shuying's younger brother said he would definitely study hard and get into graduate school to repay his sister. Actually, his sister has high
aspirations , and getting into graduate school has always been her hope. Hearing this, I was deeply moved. 　　Later, Shuying wrote me several letters, written in beautiful prose. She also asked me to visit her when I had time, saying that I had let her experience the joy of being a woman. Because the memory of Shuying fainting was so vivid, I was still a little scared, so I kept refusing, using the excuse of needing to prepare for my doctoral entrance exam. 　　That winter break, I didn't go home; I stayed at school. Partly to study for the exam, and partly because I wanted to spend more time with my supervisor before her husband returned from Singapore—I really couldn't bear to leave her. 　　My grandparents in Shenyang missed their grandson, so during the winter break, my supervisor asked several students to take the child back to their hometown. Therefore, that winter break, I had the opportunity to experience a short period of family life with my supervisor. 　　Every day I ate at her house, read, and of course, exercised. Without so many constraints, I and...

My mentor's life became much freer. However, he would sometimes ask me thoughtfully, "Do you think what we're doing
is a bit inappropriate?" Especially one time, when we were making out in bed, he looked at his husband's photo on the wall and said,
"If he were really looking at us, what would he think?" I didn't know how to answer, and after muttering for a while, I said, "
Right now I'm temporarily his." Hearing this, he gently patted my forehead and said, "You little rascal!"

That winter break, besides reading, I spent every day at my mentor's house releasing my youthful passion, experiencing the fleeting
freedom and joy of life. As the frequency of our intimate encounters increased, this naive young man prematurely understood
the nature of sex between men and women. It's not just about the novelty of the sexual positions; more importantly, it's about
harmony, like dancing to the rhythm of music and hitting the right steps. Novelty without harmony is
meaningless . Only novelty based on harmony allows both parties to fully release themselves.

With my mentor, we also shared many heartfelt conversations. Knowing that her professor, with her excellent appearance and temperament, and her
frequent appearances as a member of the school's badminton team, had many suitors in her youth. Her first husband was her classmate in university
; he later went into business and became quite successful, but then had an affair, leaving her with a sum of money before leaving.
Her second husband was a colleague at the same university, highly capable and a key academic figure being groomed by both the department and the university
. He had a brief marriage but no children, and didn't remarry for a long time after the divorce. Colleagues
assumed his academic focus led to the breakdown of his family. After their marriage, the professor learned that his initial
divorce was due to sexual dysfunction. Especially after remarrying, he had almost lost his sexual ability. However, he was honest,
responsible, and extremely talented in his field. The professor felt that although they no longer had sexual pleasure after marriage,
he was truly the pillar of the family. Everything has its gains and losses; they would live as they were, and it was a stable
life .

My advisor told me that from her divorce to her remarriage, she hadn't had any sexual desires or needs for a long time, until
she met me, which rekindled her feminine instincts. She hadn't initially intended to do anything, but
driven by instinct and loneliness, their relationship progressed from kissing to touching. Unexpectedly, once it started, under my teasing, almost predatory,
advances, she finally couldn't resist and broke through her final defenses. My advisor said, "I didn't expect your unassuming
little brother capable; he always makes me feel like I'm dying..." Hearing this

, I felt indescribable emotions and said, "We're probably like dry wood meeting a raging fire."

My advisor paused for a moment and said softly, "If we were around the same age, I wonder what it would be like
."

The exam day arrived, and I didn't feel too good afterward. My advisor said it wasn't a big deal if I didn't pass; it wouldn't
affect my staying at the university, and I could retake it next year.

A few months later, the results came out, and unsurprisingly, I failed. Meanwhile, Shuying's brother did very well, ranking
second in the entire department, and getting into graduate school was no problem for him. I went to Shuying's younger brother's dormitory and asked if he had any other plans.
He was very content, saying he was already satisfied and didn't intend to change his advisor or major. I nodded and offered
some words of encouragement.

After leaving his dormitory, I went to the post office and called Shuying to tell her about her brother. Shuying said she
already knew. I said her brother was very promising, and I hadn't been able to help much. Shuying said not to mention it, and
thanked me profusely, telling me to visit her when I had time. I agreed on the phone, but in my heart, after that
terrifying experience, I wouldn't go.

Near graduation, I suddenly received a telegram from my mother saying my father had suffered a heart attack and I needed to return home immediately.
I was very anxious after reading the telegram. I asked a junior student to ask my advisor for leave, packed a few things, and rushed to the station, boarding
the train home. This attack was more severe than any before; it took several days of intensive care to stabilize his condition. My mother and I barely slept

during those days .
During this time, my advisor called to inquire about the situation, and I told him the truth. After my father's condition stabilized,
I saw my mother's brow relax, but she still looked exhausted, which pained me deeply. I thought about my only younger brother in Shanghai;
if I didn't come back after graduation, what would my mother do if something happened to the family? So I
quietly made up my mind not to stay at the university.

One day, my father, lying in his hospital bed, looked at me and said, "Son, I'm fine now. You should go back to school quickly. Take a picture of yourself wearing
a hat so I can see it too." My father wasn't very educated, but he hoped his son would be successful. "When your
brother got into university, your mother and I finally breathed a sigh of relief. All the neighbors envied our family for having two university graduates;
you two brothers made your old father proud. Now, if you bring back that picture of yourself wearing a hat and hang it on the wall, my old coworkers
will be so envious!"

My parents weren't very educated, and their speech was a bit rustic, but I still loved them deeply—
my father and mother, and the indomitable spirit unique to working-class people they possessed.

Back at school, I told my advisor about my thoughts. My advisor didn't speak, turning to look out the window. I kept
explaining until I walked around to the front of her, only then realizing she was silently shedding tears. A conflicted feeling washed over me.
Then my advisor said, "Go back. After all, that's your home, your parents. I just hope you'll have a
smooth journey ahead and don't forget your older sister." I nodded hurriedly, though my heart was heavy.

After the graduation ceremony, I went to my advisor's house again. Her child was doing her homework. I
stroked the little girl's head and told her a funny story, and my advisor smiled along. Later, I
gazed intently at the child for a while, then gently kissed her forehead. When I turned back to my advisor, I saw
tears in her eyes. At that moment, I suddenly felt a deep sadness.

My mentor and I went to another room to talk. She got up to settle the children to sleep, and I prepared to
leave . I thought I should give her a good hug after she finished settling the children in. She gestured for me
to sit down. After settling the children, she came over and said, "My husband is going back to China next month. Don't leave today;
stay at my house and have a good talk." I nodded in agreement.

That night, we did talk a lot and made love. The next day, when I woke up, I found my mentor
was already up and had prepared breakfast. Seeing me get up, she came over and hugged me for a while before offering me breakfast.
My advisor sat quietly beside me, watching until I finished eating. He said, "You can go now, I won't see you off."

I silently picked up my backpack, turned, and went downstairs. I didn't look back; I knew that if I did, my tears
would fall.

Back in my dorm, watching the graduating graduate students beaming with joy, I thought, graduation
is such a happy thing for others, but for me, it's so painful and heartbreaking!

And so I left school, returned to my hometown, back to my parents, and found a
good job, which truly aroused the envy of my parents and friends. Since I'm not young anymore, my parents started
busy arranging things for me, and their relatives and friends were also very helpful.

Not long after, with everyone's help, I found a girlfriend who was a military officer. After dating for a while, she
was very satisfied with me, but occasionally she would ask, "Why do you sometimes seem absent-minded? What are you thinking about?" I would smile and not
answer. I knew some things couldn't be said. But in my girlfriend's eyes, it was just my naturally good
temper , and she found me increasingly adorable.

To be honest, after all that time with my mentor, I'd lost much of my passion. But objectively
speaking, my girlfriend was quite remarkable; she graduated from a prestigious military academy in China and was very beautiful. After
dating for a while, and following the military marriage investigation conducted by her unit, we quickly got married.

The wedding date was exactly one year after I graduated from the academy. Before the wedding, I notified my mentor, who was far away at the university.
He quickly replied and even sent a very nice gift. Seeing the gift, my newlywed wife
was deeply moved and said she would definitely find an opportunity to visit him someday. I laughed and said, "Hehe,
my mentor is in my graduation photo! Haven't you seen enough of him?"

A month after the wedding, my wife started packing to return to her unit. I also started to feel a little reluctant to leave,
so pretended to be very reluctant. Unexpectedly, my beloved wife was moved to tears, hugged my neck,
and whispered in my ear, "The military has policies; I can be transferred back in a year. Then we'll be together every day,
never to be separated again."

As I was seeing my wife off, she glanced at her watch, then suddenly turned and put down her backpack, saying, "Let's hurry!"
So we embraced, took off only a few pieces of clothing, and began our intimate activity. Afterwards, she
straightened her uniform, kissed me again, and rushed out the door. Turning back as she went, she said, "Don't see me off,
wait for my call at home!"

With her gone, I was plunged into loneliness and boredom once more. Aside from regular phone calls with my wife and weekly
visits day except work. Before I knew it, the year was drawing to a close, and my wife suddenly called to say she
couldn't come home for the New Year. The military region had a large-scale military exercise in the fall, and her unit was the main combat force.
The good thing was, however, that she could be transferred back after the exercise. She told me not to worry and to wait patiently for good news.

So I had no choice but to wait. The only consolation was that my younger brother returned from Shanghai for the Spring Festival, bringing with him a beautiful and gentle
southern girl, so the house wouldn't be too lonely. The girl seemed a little introverted, but she was very reserved and
well-mannered, which made the whole family very happy. My parents, in particular, were beaming all day.

One day, my younger brother and this girl came to my house. The girl said she was disappointed she hadn't met her future sister-in-law this time.
I smiled and said we would definitely meet in the future.

My brother's stay at home was short; he said he wanted to visit the girl's family during the Spring Festival to let his future
in-laws meet him. Seeing the young couple so affectionate, I was genuinely happy for my brother
.

After my brother left, although the Lunar New Year wasn't over yet, the house returned to its usual state, and I
went back to my own home. Spring arrived in the blink of an eye. Work at work wasn't too busy, so I felt quite empty and
started going to coffee shops and clubs with some old high school classmates.

One day, while drinking with classmates, a friend who had been laid off and was now running an orchard in the suburbs said to me, "Hey buddy,
if you're bored, why don't you come visit my orchard?" Since I had nothing better to do, I nodded in agreement.

My classmate's orchard was on a small hillside in the suburbs, a quiet place with few people around. I really
liked the peace and quiet, which reminded me of my early working days. From then on, every Sunday, I would ride
my motorcycle to his orchard, and occasionally I would invite other friends to come with me. My classmate was happy that I often visited him and
even specially prepared a bed for me.

The days passed by in this kind of boredom. It was a weekend around July of that year. I was sitting
at my desk watching the children playing games downstairs when the phone on my desk suddenly rang. I picked it up, and my professor's
voice came through. I was incredibly excited.

My professor said, "Hello, how are you?"

I said "good" several times in a row, and then asked, "Professor Zhang, why did you think of calling me?"

On the phone, my supervisor said she had been here for several days, attending a conference. The conference ended today,
and the organizing committee was going to organize a two-day trip for everyone tomorrow , but she wasn't going to go. She wanted to take this opportunity to see me and asked
if it was convenient for her.

I quickly said we could talk in detail when we met. So I asked my department head for leave and rushed
out . When I saw my supervisor, we happily looked each other over for a while before I took her hand and said, "I
've been thinking about you every day!" We found a restaurant and chatted over dinner. I've forgotten what we ordered; at the time, I was only focused
on watching my supervisor, her every move, her every smile, and I don't remember anything else.

After dinner, I took my supervisor to my home. We drank coffee and talked about many things we hadn't had a chance to
say in the two years we'd been apart. Later that evening, I asked her to stay at my house, but she said she couldn't; she had to go back and talk to the organizing committee about some
things. I had no choice but to hug her for a while and then take her back to her hotel. Before parting, we agreed that I would take my professor to an orchard in the suburbs on my motorcycle
the next day , and he readily agreed.

The next day, I rode my motorcycle to the hotel to pick him up, and he was already waiting for me at the hotel entrance. We got on the motorcycle
and sped off towards the outskirts of the city. When we arrived at the orchard, I saw my classmate getting ready to leave. When he saw me, he invited us in and we chatted
for a while before handing me the orchard key and saying, "I have some things to do today, so I won't be able to keep you two company. If you're leaving
, lock the door. If you're staying, you can make do here. The other conditions aren't great, but the air is nice."

I got up to see my classmate off, and when I returned, I saw that my teacher looked a little sleepy, so I said, "Professor Zhang, if you're tired, why don't you
rest for a while? Would you like to sleep in the room or on the rocking bed outside?

" My teacher said that he had been too stressed these past two days and did feel a bit tired. "I'd rather sleep in the room for a while."

I said, "Okay, you sleep first. We came in a hurry and forgot to buy some things. I'll ride my bike back to buy some things now
. I'll lock the door for you, and don't bother anyone who comes in."

My teacher nodded in agreement. I leaned down and kissed my teacher lying on the bed, locked the door, and went out. To let my teacher get
a good rest, I didn't return until lunchtime. I bought a lot of things, including food, drinks,
wine, blankets, and some local specialties.

After lunch, my teacher wanted to take a walk in the surrounding mountains, so I went out with him. The mountains were very quiet,
and we walked aimlessly, talking as we went. My mentor said the mountains in the inland areas are different from those in the south; they're not
as delicate, but they also don't have as much dampness or insects—it feels different. I laughed and said, "I was
raised by these mountains and waters; do I feel the same way?" My mentor laughed and said, "That's quite true."
We strolled around for an afternoon, chatting and laughing, and returned to the orchard as the sun was setting. We cooked our own meal,
a scene of idyllic rural life that was truly enchanting.

After dinner, we spread blankets on a mat and lay down in the open space in front of the house to look at the stars. The summer night
sky was like still water, a gentle breeze blowing, bringing a sense of tranquility. As we talked, we unconsciously reminisced about our time together at school,
stirring up many memories and filling me with emotion. Perhaps it was the slightly cool mountain breeze, but without realizing it,
we drew closer and closer, finally embracing.

The summer night was like still water, the mountain breeze cool. Surrounded by the sounds of nature and the starlight, I gently kissed my mentor's warm lips. Looking at
my mentor in my arms, so serene as a baby, eyes slightly closed, so peaceful. I truly wanted to merge with
her body, to become one with her, and I knew she felt the same way.

I gently stroked and kissed every inch of her skin. Oh, still so fair and smooth, only
slightly plumper than two years ago, yet her abdomen remained free of excess fat—how rare! In the embrace of
nature , we lingered for a long time, feeling not only one with each other, but also one with the universe
.

Under my tender caresses and teasing, she began to emit those familiar moans,
intoxicating me . She responded to my every movement like a perfectly synchronized dance partner, bringing us both immense pleasure.

Because we were lying flat on the open ground, many movements lacked support. I had a sudden inspiration: I got up, placed a towel on
a low branch of a peach tree, and lifted her to sit on it. Because of the tree branches, the mentor's legs were
naturally spread apart, her back against another branch, her hands raised to grasp other branches near her head. I stood in front of the branch,
between the mentor's legs; everything was so perfect. One hand encircled the mentor's fair thigh, the other kneaded her soft
breasts, our genitals joined, shifting angles as I thrust left and right. The mentor
's entire fair body trembled under the starry sky with my rhythm, filled with my panting, the mentor's moans, and the rustling of the leaves. Every now and then,
green peaches the size of walnuts would fall from the tree, each time hitting
the eliciting a cry of "Ah!" from her. I experienced an unprecedented exhilaration, and the mentor also enjoyed an unprecedented
stimulation.

Amidst the long and short moans, my mentor gasped, "I...I...I can't hold on anymore..."

The rhythm and stimulation were overwhelming. Without thinking, I forcefully ripped off the sleeves of my shirt, tied my mentor's
hands to the peach tree branch, turned back, and continued thrusting. At the same time, one hand moved to my mentor's buttocks, a finger
coated with our love fluid, and smoothly inserted into her anus.

"Oh, oh..." My mentor's buttocks rose, the last gasp drawn out, as if she were exhaling her last
breath . I knew my mentor was experiencing immense stimulation, and I was indescribably excited. I quickened my pace,
feeling the strong contractions of her genitals. A warm liquid squeezed from our point of contact, slowly flowing down the inside of my
standing thigh.

After a bout of intense ejaculation, I felt limp all over. Moonlight filtered through the peach tree branches, dappling
my mentor's body. I saw that after the excitement, her head tilted back against the branch, her
long, loose hair swaying in the breeze.

I lifted a corner of the blanket and draped it over my mentor's abdomen. Turning around, I grabbed a bottle of wine from the room
, opened it, and drank as I walked to her side. She whispered, "Put me down."

I said, "No, I want to see you like this. "

Looking at my mentor, naked and tied to the tree branch, I felt a strange, intense excitement
. I caressed her body; each time I touched her breasts or genitals, she trembled.

She said, "Hurry up, I can't take it anymore."

So I pulled our belts from our scattered trousers and
secured her legs to the branch. Her eyes shimmered in the moonlight, and she said coquettishly, "What else do you want?" I smiled without answering, holding
the bottle to her lips. She took a sip, coughing lightly as she swallowed.

I asked, "Professor Zhang, was that satisfying?"

She slowly said, "Do you still think we're like teacher and student?" I chuckled, picking up a green peach from the ground, washing it with wine, and rubbing it

on her body .
My mentor, having trained in an athletic team in her youth, was in excellent physical condition. Despite the intense stimulation just now, she
soon began to moan softly again under my caresses. I touched her private parts, which were also
becoming .

Reeking of alcohol, I began to knead her fair body, occasionally licking her breasts with my tongue. I slid
the green peach in my hand over her body, and when it reached her lower part, I inserted it into her body. She trembled, and her moans
became more rapid.

I said, "Teacher Zhang, how did it feel when I inserted it into your backside?"

She made a series of incoherent "ooh-ooh" sounds. So I pulled the green peach out of her body; it was slippery. I
was about to throw it away, but then I inserted it into her anus. She trembled even more violently, so I picked up a few more green peaches
and did the same. With both her front and back orifices filled with green peaches, she began to writhe in a daze.

I walked up to my mentor, who tilted her head back and licked me with her tongue. I went to meet her, and she took
my penis in her mouth, purring and swirling her tongue. Soon, my penis began to stir and harden. She
kneaded one breast in each hand. And so, I convulsed again, ejaculating all over her mouth. I turned back and
knelt between her legs, stroking her sparse pubic hair while teasing her genitals with my tongue. At the same time,
I used my fingers to pull out a green peach from her vulva, inserting and removing it, then inserting it again… During the teasing,
a green peach would occasionally squeeze out from her anus and fall to the ground.

The female mentor was taken to the outskirts by the male student, and in the vast night, under the starlight, she was naked and tied to
a tree branch, her legs spread wide, being teased relentlessly. The shame and stimulation she experienced were unimaginable. So, after a short while, the mentor's
groans turned into incoherent cries, her head tilting back and forth, her hands, bound to the tree branch, twitching incessantly, causing
the shadows of the tree to sway and dance in the moonlight. Soon, her vulva began to contract in waves, clamping my fingers between her legs. I then
used my lips to vigorously suck on her clitoris, while simultaneously rubbing her vulva with a green peach covered in her secretions. Finally, the mentor
gradually calmed down with a series of moaning sounds.

I lowered the mentor from the tree, and her legs went limp, causing her to collapse to the ground. I quickly carried her inside and laid
her on my bed. I lit a candle (there was no electricity in this small orchard), filled a basin with hot water, washed myself, and then
helped the mentor wipe her entire body. Without bothering to tidy up anything outside, I went to bed with her
. As soon as I got into bed, she opened her arms and hugged me tightly, burying her head against my chest without saying a word.

That night, we slept exceptionally soundly and deeply.

When we woke up the next day, it was already past nine o'clock. We opened the door and saw a mess outside,
especially the pile of green peaches that had fallen last night. My mentor buried her

face in my shoulder and chuckled. I helped her out, noticing her gait was a little off. I asked her why, and she said
, "How can I keep up with you young people? You went a bit too far yesterday."

I said, "Really? Professor Zhang, they say women are like wolves in their thirties and tigers in their forties!"

My mentor climbed onto my back, rested her head on my shoulder, and whispered in my ear, "My husband isn't good enough
. I haven't had any in the last two years, you know that."

I patted her cheek and chuckled.

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