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My First Single Life (Part 4) 

The internet is truly an enigmatic thing. It gives people the opportunity to communicate freely, but it also gives them the tools to act recklessly. It's hard to say whether the arrival of the internet age represents progress or regression for human civilization. The hypocrisy and uncertainty of online communication also make people less respectful of their own dignity and give them more opportunities to indulge their desires.
However, I am still grateful to live in this era; it feels as if I was born for this era.
My relationship with this elementary school teacher is pretty good. She usually knows how to maintain boundaries. If her husband is coming back, she will tell me in advance, and I won't bother her. This is the rule of the game. If you don't cause trouble for the other person, you can hope that the other person won't cause trouble for you. We're all just here for the thrill, and there's no real feeling between us. So we're carefree. We get together when we feel like it, and then we go our separate ways when it's over. That's fine.
Her husband comes home occasionally, but I've never seen him. We chatted while we were doing it, and she said that their relationship was very good, but it had become a bit bland, and coupled with physical loneliness, it was inevitable that they would seek some physical satisfaction outside of their marriage. She also knew that her husband wasn't celibate either, so she had come to terms with it. They were both responsible for the family, and they understood each other without saying a word, so they lived a peaceful and comfortable life.
After visiting her home, we met more frequently, and we'd often have passionate phone conversations. However, I had my principles: I'd contact her immediately when I felt like it, go over for drinks, and leave as soon as it was over, never lingering.

This went on for over a month until the Chinese New Year. Before going home, I called her again, and we agreed to visit her home again the following week.

After a long week, on Saturday morning, just after 7 a.m., I sent her a text message: "I'm coming over now, get up and open the door for me."
Okay, I'll open it right away. Come in and lock the door. Come to the bedroom.
I jumped out of bed, quickly washed up, and hailed a taxi to her place.

It was the weekend, so the neighborhood was quiet and deserted. I quietly went upstairs; her security door was ajar. I gently opened it, went in, and then quietly closed and locked it.

Since it wasn't my first time there, I knew which bedroom she slept in. I opened her bedroom door and saw her asleep under the covers. Hearing someone come in, she turned and glanced at me.
She said, "You're here, so quickly."
"I'm here. With you here, how could I not be anxious?" I said as I stripped off my clothes, my penis still erect.

She grabbed my penis as we crawled into bed, and in her warm hand, it burned even hotter.
It's so hot.
Can you boil water?
Definitely.
Give me a blowjob.
OK
After saying that, she moved closer to me, first kissing my penis, then my glans, and then she even spread my legs to lick my anus.

To cooperate with her, I rolled over onto my stomach, spreading my legs so that my anus was completely exposed to her. She first licked it with her tongue, and after it was wet, she used her tongue to push it in forcefully. Luckily, I hadn't relieved myself after showering yesterday, otherwise, it would have been so embarrassing, haha.

With each thrust, pleasure traveled from my anus to my front, making my whole body go limp. It almost made me ejaculate before I even entered her; no wonder gay men can satisfy each other.
After a few thrusts, we started playing 69. I believe those with experience will understand what it means. Her vagina was quite thick, as I've mentioned before, but her clitoris was thin and long, extending outwards, making it easy for me to take it into my mouth. The color was slightly darker, probably because she hadn't showered that morning and had been covered up all day, giving it a faint body odor. However, this was precisely the scent that stimulated male hormones, and I inhaled deeply, as if it were an immense pleasure.

I won't go into the specific details, but in short, this time we went at it for over an hour. I should also add something to prevent anyone from exaggerating: this hour and a half wasn't the time spent on penetration, but rather the prelude, 69, constantly changing positions, and the time I deliberately delayed afterward.
Afterwards, I lay on the bed to rest for a while. Although I really disliked lying there like that, I didn't say anything in order to experience it again. I

ejaculated in her mouth the first time, and she did as I said, swallowing the semen, and then quickly drank some water. Hehe, it felt like she was taking a pill.

After cleaning up, she started again. It seems she just wanted to devour me.
What do you think would make it more fun?
Of course, do you want to?
I don't know what to use; I've never masturbated before.
Who would believe that? Are you trying to fool me?
Hate.
What do you usually use?
I've used cucumbers.
Cucumbers, bananas, sausages, beer bottles—anything will do. Use whatever you have at home.
I bought cucumbers yesterday.
Were you prepared all along?
No, I stopped masturbating after I met you.
Why don't you buy a vibrator?
There's nowhere to put it, and it would be bad if my kids and husband saw it when they got home.
Why not just hide them? Besides, they don't come back often. That thing is really exciting.
Yeah?
Yes, there are very small, vibrating ones that can be inserted into the vagina.
Oh. I'll go check it out when I have time.
I hope we can use it together next time I come.
When is the next time?
Let's talk about it when I get back from winter break.
oh
After saying that, she straddled my legs again, knelt on the bed, faced me, lowered her head, and began to give me oral sex… Soon I got up again, and we had another round of lovemaking. This time there was no 69; I went straight in, with her on top, still kneeling on me.

For me, in this position, if the woman is the one initiating the movement, I don't feel much; I'm just assisting and thrusting forcefully. But she seemed to mainly focus on deep penetration and forceful thrusting, and wasn't very skilled at pumping. Therefore, my pleasure wasn't very pronounced, but I still tried my best to cooperate. However, without enough friction, there wasn't much pleasure, and therefore no urge to ejaculate, which actually prolonged the time.
After more than ten minutes of pounding on me, she reached her climax. I felt a surge of heat rushing towards my penis, engulfing it. Soon, I felt a coolness in my lower body—her fluids were flowing out.

Exhausted, she lay on top of me. I rolled over and placed her on the bed, turning her to her right side with her right leg straight and her left leg bent. I straddled her right leg, fully exposing her vulva to me. Holding her left leg, I could clearly see my penis entering.

Seeing the union of our bodies excited me even more. Watching my penis go in and out of her body was incredibly stimulating. Moreover, this position, where I was kneeling, allowed me to stand upright, making it easier than standing and providing a more comprehensive view and greater visual stimulation. I could also still caress her sexy buttocks and freely control the frequency.

However, this position requires a soft bed for comfort, and her large bed provided the perfect conditions for this position.
I held her sexy buttocks, watching my penis thrust in and out of her rapidly—a triple stimulation of the senses, sight, and mind.

I thrust forcefully, trying to reach her deepest point each time. This woman's vagina was relatively shallow, so it was easy to hit her G-spot each time. My hard penis pressed against her soft, vulnerable spot, and she couldn't help but moan each time, which only further stimulated my strange desires, making me thrust even harder.

I felt her vagina getting tighter and tighter, the contractions faster and faster; I knew she was about to climax.

I increased the frequency. Besides her moans and my low growls, the room was filled with the crisp "slap, slap" sounds of flesh hitting flesh. As the intervals between the "slap, slap" sounds shortened, her moans grew louder, and she kept kneading her breasts with her hands. Finally, her moans became indistinguishable, a continuous "Ah…" My desire surged violently, and suddenly, an uncontrollable urge erupted.

I didn't stop, I continued quickly until I ran out of bullets. Only then did I collapse on her, kneading her breasts. After resting together for a while, I got up to clean up the battlefield. To avoid having too many dreams, I went to the bathroom to wash up, got dressed, and left.
Little did she know that once she left, I would never return.
(over)

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