【Green Erotic Romance】(01-02) Author: Erotic Young Woman

Author: Erotic Young Woman
Word Count: 3000

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"Husband, I've been fucked again." As soon as I got home, I threw myself into my husband's arms and said.

His eyes lit up with excitement. He lifted my skirt and reached inside. His fingers encountered no resistance and
went straight into my vagina. My vaginal fluid, mixed with semen, almost gushed out. He roared excitedly. Before he
even knelt down, his mouth was already licking my vagina, his tongue greedily scooping up the other man's semen and my vaginal fluid
, swallowing it all.

I couldn't help but moan with excitement, one hand pressing his head forcefully against my vagina, the
other kneading my nearly 36E breasts.

Moans and gasps filled the air as my husband and I were immersed in immense pleasure and satisfaction.
This scene happened between my husband and me almost every day, but to tell how it all started, I
probably have to go back to my childhood.

I remember once, our Chinese teacher assigned us an essay titled "My Ideal." She
specifically requested that everyone write from their own genuine feelings and not just copy someone else's. I listened to her
and wrote something entirely heartfelt: my ideal was to be a prostitute, a beautiful and happy one.

I was young then and didn't know the word "prostitute" had a derogatory connotation. The reason I loved it so much
was because one night I couldn't sleep and overheard my parents having sex. They repeatedly mentioned the word "prostitute
." I don't remember the specifics, but I remember my mother was happy to be a prostitute, and my father
loved her even more because she was.

When the essay was handed to the teacher, his reaction was predictable. However, he didn't
yell at me in class. Instead, after school, when most of the other teachers and students had left, he called
me to his office and gave me a long, earnest lecture, explaining how
heinous the word "prostitute" was. Of course, I didn't agree with his views, but that didn't affect my goodwill towards him.

A few days later, I discovered a secret about my Chinese teacher. He could cry too! He'd hide in
his office , his voice soft, but he seemed very sad, tears streaming down his face, his tall frame
almost curled up in a ball. I accidentally witnessed this. My instinct was to run away, but remembering
how kind he'd been to me last time, I quietly came up behind him. "

Don't cry, sweetie," I said softly, kissing his lips and reaching for his crotch.
I didn't quite understand what I was doing there; it always worked on my dad with this trick
.

The teacher trembled, so shocked he forgot to pull away. He probably never imagined
a ten-year-old me would do such a thing.

I imitated my mother, my little hands haphazardly rubbing his crotch, softly comforting him.

Soon, the teacher relaxed and began to tell me his bitter experiences. It turned out his marriage was unhappy; his
wife was rude, uneducated, and a complete shrew. She constantly beat and verbally abused him, even to the point of abuse.
The teacher a cultured man, didn't want to stoop to her level, but she only escalated her behavior, becoming
utterly lawless.

As he spoke, the teacher stopped, his face flushed, and his breathing became heavy, his
breath hot and ticklish on my face.

"Haha, I didn't expect you to be so mischievous, hiding a stick in your pants as a weapon," I laughed deliberately.

Suddenly, the teacher pulled me onto his lap, holding me tightly in his arms. I knew he was no longer
sad, and I was very happy. My lips met his again in a kiss.

The teacher's kissing technique was terrible; I even put my tongue in his mouth, but he didn't know how to suck,
just swirled it around randomly. Only when footsteps sounded outside the door did the teacher abruptly push me away, his eyes filled with disbelief
and frustration. I mischievously pinched the stick in his pants again, kissed him on the lips, and skipped off to the classroom
.

From then on, the teacher took special care of me, and my grades improved dramatically. But we never
did that again, not because I didn't want to, but because the teacher always refused.

In

junior high, I was the class's academic representative, consistently ranking at the top of my class. My
deskmate was Sun Yang, whose grades weren't great. He smoked, fought, skipped school—the more forbidden the school was, the more he
indulged in it, as if deliberately defying the teachers and parents. However, Sun Yang had one redeeming quality: he was incredibly
intelligent. Even though he was constantly causing trouble, his grades weren't the worst. I guess the teacher valued his
intelligence and specifically arranged for me to be his deskmate; otherwise, it would have been a real waste.

I deeply agreed and resolved to help him study hard. From what I knew, Sun Yang was arrogant and
rebellious . Trying to reason with him would only backfire, so I made a
decision that would affect both of our lives.

"Sun Yang, dare to bet with me?!" I said to him deliberately in a provocative tone.

"You?!" Sun Yang has never had a good impression of good students like me. What decent stakes could you possibly have? I
can't be bothered with you. Get out of my way, don't get in my way of playing video games! "

You can choose your stakes, what? Are you scared?" I said, taking a step closer. "

Don't put on airs like a class monitor. If you dare let me see what kind of underwear you're wearing, I'll bet with you!"
Sun Yang said with a wicked grin.

That day I was wearing a skirt, and with a slight lift, my white underwear appeared before him. Sun Yang's eyes widened
instantly . He probably never dreamed I'd actually do it for real.

"Now can we bet?" I didn't let him see for too long.

Sun Yang rubbed his eyes, swallowed, looking like he wanted more. "

Okay, bet it, but if I win, you have to be my... no, let me kiss you
for at least three minutes!" Sun Yang held up three fingers.

"It's a deal," I said, "I bet you won't go anywhere tonight and will obediently go home to study." "

Haha, that's easy," Sun Yang said smugly, "you're bound to lose. How about I kiss you right now?"

I dodged his arms and said, "This isn't as simple as it sounds. Tomorrow morning I'll check your
English vocabulary. If you can't memorize even one word from the first five units, you lose.

" English was a challenge for Sun Yang; his quick wit didn't work well for it. Nearly a hundred words...
Memorizing the words in one night was practically an impossible task. But I underestimated his intelligence.
The next morning, he knocked on my door and recited the words without missing a single letter.

It was Saturday, no school, and my parents weren't home. After memorizing the words, Sun Yang practically
pounced on me, pinning me to the sofa.

I didn't resist, just screamed a few times. Sun Yang's lips rained down on my lips and face,
his tongue licking wildly. My face was covered in his saliva; he clearly didn't even know what kissing was.

Finally, I opened my mouth and hooked my tongue around his licking tongue. He instantly stiffened;
this was definitely a thrill he'd never experienced before. Our tongues met, licking each other, the mixed saliva flowing into our
mouths. I couldn't help but moan softly in pleasure. Sun Yang also had a strong reaction; his erect
penis was hard, pressing haphazardly against my stomach.

By then, I had secretly watched my parents make love at least ten times, and with
the knowledge of physiology and hygiene I had learned from books, I definitely knew far more than Sun Yang. In a moment of passion, I really wanted Sun Yang's penis to penetrate my itchy
vagina and experience the intoxicating pleasure of sex.

But I didn't. Three minutes later, I forcefully pushed Sun Yang away. My intention was to help him;
if he got everything so easily, I probably wouldn't achieve my goal.

Sun Yang staggered back a few steps, looked at me lingeringly, his head drooped, he sighed,
and turned to leave.

"Where are you going?" I walked around to face him. His eyes were full of tears, a few already
sliding down his face. "What's wrong?" "Why are you crying?"

"I'm not crying!" Sun Yang stubbornly wiped away his tears, but the next second he couldn't hold back anymore,
looking as aggrieved as a child. "I like you very much! But someone as good at studying as you probably will never
like a bad kid like me!

" "Fool!" I gently tugged at his hair, took his hand, and we sat back down on the sofa.

After that kiss, Sun Yang was as docile as a kitten in front of me, completely devoid of his usual
unruly nature . I explained the importance of studying to him, and he immediately nodded in understanding, promising me he
would never act like before again.

My goal achieved, I happily hugged Sun Yang. He passionately kissed my lips, capturing my
tongue, and we held each other passionately for a long, long time. "

Will you still do this with me in the future?" Sun Yang asked worriedly. "

As long as you listen to me and study hard, we can not only do this, I can also…" I whispered in his
ear something that made even myself blush—"Make love!!"

[To be continued]

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