The sexual history of female teachers

My surname is Zhang, and my

given name is Xiuqin. When I was little, my parents called me Aqin. My mother's surname

is Bi, and her given name is Meishi. My father and Uncle Yang both called her Meishi. Uncle Yang's surname is Yang, of course. My father and mother both called him Xing San (third son), so

I guess his name was Xing San? In my memory, Uncle Yang was a frequent visitor to our home. My father said that he and Uncle Yang were sworn brothers. They had struggled together in their early years, and their friendship was very close. Because Uncle Yang remained single, he would come to our house whenever he had free time, and we were all very familiar with each other.

He did take good care of my mother and me, often bringing us bags and bags of things from outside. If my mother said, "We don't lack anything at home! Why be so polite, third son! You'll have to find a wife someday! Save your money!"

Uncle Yang would definitely say, "Meishi, you're like a eunuch worrying more than the emperor! It's not meant to be! Why keep mentioning such a small token?"

My mother couldn't argue with him and always gave in.

The year I graduated from junior high school, my father lost his life in a plane crash. My mother, having no one to rely on for a while, decided to take me to live with Uncle Yang.

My mother specifically told me, "You have to be obedient from now on!"

"Yes, Mom, I will be obedient."

Soon after, my mother helped me with the transfer procedures and then went north to live with Uncle Yang. By then, I was in my third year of junior high school, graduation was just around the corner.

My grades had never been very good; the educational level in Taipei was indeed higher than in most schools in the south, and my performance in Taipei was even more disappointing, given my lack of diligence.

I remember the plane crash that killed my father; all five people perished. I heard that there was a lot of fog at the time, and the plane crashed into a mountain at high speed, resulting in the fuselage being completely destroyed. Naturally, all the passengers and crew were mutilated beyond recognition, so the investigators had to collect all the bodies—or rather, the body parts—and place them in the municipal funeral home for unified "resurrection" at a later date.

My father was finally laid to rest on the eighth day after we arrived in Taipei.

The house was usually quiet. I had no siblings, and the pain of losing my father made me feel even more lonely.

That night, I was very tired. My mother told me to go to bed first, so I went to my room, lay down, and fell fast asleep.

Halfway through my sleep, perhaps because I was thirsty, and also because I hadn't been able to concentrate for days, I woke up shortly after.

I tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall back asleep. Just then, I heard whispers coming from the living room; it was my mother talking to Uncle Yang. Out of curiosity, I went to the crack in the door and peeked into the living room. My mother and Uncle Yang were sitting very close together.

So, I squatted down and eavesdropped on their conversation.

"Oh dear! Meishi, we'll have to let her know about us sooner or later. We can't keep doing this in secret forever!"

"That's true, but that deadbeat just passed away today. We'll have to wait a while before we can talk about it!"

Uncle Yang said impatiently. "Alright, let's not talk about this for now. Come on! Let's go to my room!"

Uncle Yang said, standing up to take Mom's hand, but Mom didn't want to move. She said, "Let's stay here. In case Aqin wakes up, at least I won't be in your room."

Uncle Yang had no choice but to say, "Alright."

Then he pulled Mom into his arms, and the two of them shared a deep kiss.

They separated after a while, quickly removing their clothes. Mom's fair and delicate flesh was revealed. Uncle Yang hugged her tightly again, showering her with kisses, his hands caressing her body. Mom gasped, "Xing San, stop! I can't take you touching me like this!"

"What, getting horny?" Uncle Yang chuckled.

He then carried Mom to the sofa, laid her flat, and embraced her there. This scene filled me with immense shame, yet also a strange thrill.

Uncle Yang's manhood was something I had never seen before—so thick, black, long, and prominently erect, it sent a chill down my spine.

He pressed that thing against Mom's vulva, thrusting hard until it was completely inside, then pulling it out and pushing it in again. It looked really ugly, but I couldn't help watching.

Moans came from Mom's mouth, sounding like she was sick but not in pain:

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...um..."

"Is it comfortable?" Uncle Yang asked, seemingly pleased.

"Oh...so...so comfortable...hum...hum...I haven't...tasted this feeling in so long...it's wonderful..."

He kept thrusting in and out, moving rapidly. Mom also twisted her hips, responding to his thrusts.

Uncle Yang thrust harder and harder, and Mom's vagina flowed with a lot of fluid. Mom hugged him tightly and moaned, "Ah...so beautiful...so beautiful...hum...hum...it's so beautiful...thrust harder...faster...faster..."

Hearing her words, Uncle Yang thrust even more wildly, and streams of fluid flowed onto the sofa. Uncle Yang, while thrusting, asked, "Is it beautiful... you slut... how... is my thing... better than your dead... husband...?"

"Ah... you're... much better than him... you're my... dear husband... my good lover... you'll never leave me... um... hmph..."

Uncle Yang, hearing this, became even more smug and thrust harder, making Mom writhe in agony, her breasts swaying incessantly, her white flesh shaking.

I watched for a while, feeling my face flush and my heart pounding, and something seemed to flow from my lower body; when I touched it, it was wet.

So I quickly went back to my room, covered myself with the blanket, and tried not to look at them anymore, hoping to fall asleep quickly.

But the scene in the living room kept appearing before my eyes, especially Uncle Yang's body—it was truly astonishing.

I don't know how much time passed or how I fell asleep. When I woke up, it was already the next day. I quickly ate breakfast and went to school.

Although I was in class, the scene from last night kept replaying in my mind, a hazy, persistent image. I didn't know what to do.

It wasn't until my Chinese teacher, Mr. Wang, called my name that I suddenly jumped up, flustered, not knowing why the teacher had called me. Suddenly, there was a commotion; class was over. When I got home, it was quiet and empty.

I put my schoolbag on the bed and lay down. The events of last night flashed through my mind again, and I felt a sense of unease, but I didn't know why.

I thought, why not go check on Uncle Yang's room while no one's home?

So I sneaked into his room. The bed, desk, chair, and wardrobe were fairly tidy. I opened a drawer in the desk and saw toilet paper, cigarette packs, and other odds and ends scattered on the surface.

I moved some of them around and found a few books under the toilet paper. I opened one and saw that it was a collection of erotic novels, quite enticing!

I flipped through the pages further, and wow! There were also color photos, all of two people, exactly the same as the ones I'd seen the night before.

The photos all featured foreigners, eight in total, with various shapes and sizes, some white and some black. The black man was really scary, looking like a gorilla, and his thing was particularly thick.

The white woman was pretty, with a good figure, but her posture was anything but elegant, with her legs raised high.

The black and white people together made the contrast between them stand out starkly. I finished reading all eight pages, flipping through the pages several more times. The story in the book was about romance, very alluring, and I wanted to keep reading, but I was also worried about them coming back.

Reluctantly, I put the book back in its place. Back in my room, sure enough, Mom came back shortly after.

Then Uncle Yang came back too. After dinner, Mom said she was going to visit a friend and look for a job. Before leaving, she said to me, "Qin, I might not be back until very late. Do your homework at home and go to bed early. Don't wait for me."

Then Mom left. I stared blankly at her retreating figure until it disappeared.

Homework? I couldn't concentrate on my homework. My mind was filled with the novels and those photos in Uncle Yang's room. I wondered if I would do something like that someday?

What would it feel like?

What kind of man would I be with in the future?

A series of questions were swirling in my mind, yet I couldn't find the answers. Suddenly, I heard someone call my name: "Qin, what are you thinking about? I called you twice and you didn't hear me!"

It turned out Uncle Yang had come up to me.

He sat down on the double bed next to the desk, staring at me with his eyes as if trying to see right through me. I wondered if he knew what I was thinking.

I lowered my head in shame, only to notice that two buttons on my uniform shirt were undone, revealing half of my bra. I quickly buttoned it up and said, "Nothing."

Uncle Yang was probably thirty-two or thirty-three years old, tall, with a not-unpleasant face and a very muscular physique. He was still staring at me.

Actually, my body is really lame. Although I'm only sixteen, I'm very well-developed. I remember when I was in the first year of junior high, my breasts were already developing. By the second year, I had to wear a bra, otherwise, I would bounce around unsightly when I walked.

"Qin, did you touch my drawers today? And read my books?" Uncle Yang asked, word by word.

I felt my face flush. I wanted to say no, but because I felt guilty, I silently nodded.

"It's nothing, really. It's something everyone has to do. Why can you do it, but you can't see or talk about it? You're all grown up now, you should know something about these things, right?" Uncle Yang said gently.

To my surprise, he left me speechless. Perhaps he had guessed my thoughts, so he continued, "Sex is beautiful in itself, and it's an inevitable part of life. Rather than blindly pursuing it, wouldn't it be better to understand it first?"

What he said seemed quite reasonable, and I nodded unconsciously, gently asking, "If that's the case, how can one understand this path?"

"It's not difficult. First, you need to understand men and women. You are a woman, do you know yourself? For example, isn't the place where your menstrual flow comes out the same as the place where you urinate?"

His words confused even me, only I could blame myself for not studying menstrual hygiene properly.

Uncle Yang continued, "That's right, you really don't know. Now let me tell you, these are two organs. The urethra controls urination, and the vagina controls menstruation. It's also called the reproductive organ. Besides discharging menstrual blood each month, it can also receive a man's penis, so it's also called the sex organ."

Seeing that he couldn't answer, he added a long explanation. I really didn't understand these words, even though I had seen how a penis was received last night. But I still wanted to ask clearly: "So how does acceptance work?"

"Acceptance, in this context, means sexual intercourse, what foreigners call making love. The man inserts his erect penis into the woman's vagina and then thrusts up and down, both experiencing pleasure. When the man reaches orgasm, he ejaculates, and that's when intercourse is completely over."

He said all this in one breath, making my heart race. At that moment, a strange thought popped into my head, and before I could even think about it, I blurted out: "So last night you and Mom were making love?" "

How did you know?" he asked in surprise.

"I saw it." I lowered my head in shame.

"Alright, since you saw everything, I might as well tell you. That was what you call sex. Actually, I don't need to hide it from you. Your mother doesn't have a husband anymore, and I'm not married yet. We need each other, we comfort each other, it's not something shameful, right?"

"I don't know, I just don't understand, your thing is so hard, how come I can't tell normally?" I asked stupidly.

"Normally it's soft, of course, it only gets hard when I'm sexually aroused."

"Is it hard now?"

He lightly hit me and said, "Kid, it got hard because I saw your breasts earlier."

As he spoke, he stood up, unzipped his pants, and took his thing out of his underwear, holding it in his hand.

Ah! It was hard and big, seemingly even bigger than the one I'd seen the night before. He wanted me to touch it, but I was scared and refused. He pulled my hand to it.

Honestly, although I was scared, I also really wanted to touch it.

So, half-heartedly, I found his thing in my hand, hard and warm, quite fun.

Suddenly, he pulled me into his arms, his right hand slipping inside my shirt, touching my nipple through my bra.

Immediately, a tingling, numbing, indescribable sensation washed over me, and I unconsciously shifted my body.

He then picked me up, placed me on the bed, and lowered his head to kiss me, while his other hand reached under my skirt, groping around.

Instinctively, I released his thing and tried to push his hand away, but instead of pushing, I pushed his hand into his pants.

His hand touched that spot, making me both anxious and ashamed.

Suddenly, a strange pleasure surged through me, making me feel oddly comfortable. At that moment, I was unwilling to let him touch me, yet I didn't have the courage to push him away; I was extremely conflicted.

After a while, I felt him pull down my underwear, and he parted my thighs, lowering his head to kiss that spot.

Oh! This feeling is truly indescribable; in short, that numb and itchy sensation made me feel that I should stop immediately, yet I also wanted it to continue. Just then, the doorbell rang!

We were both startled, immediately separated, and straightened our clothes.

He told me to continue lying in bed, pretending to be asleep. He went to open the door; it was Mom returning. I heard Mom say, "I'm exhausted after running around all day! Oh! By the way, is Qin back yet?"

"She's back a while ago. I saw she was sleeping, so I didn't wake her or make dinner. I was thinking we could grab something to eat at the alley entrance when you got back," Uncle Yang replied.

"Okay, I'm tired too. I'll go wake Qin," Mom said.

Then she came to my room to call me, calling twice before I "woke up."

"Qin, come on, let's go out for dinner!"

So the three of us ate something at the alley entrance. After we got home, I watched TV in the living room, Mom went to take a shower, and Uncle Yang also watched TV. He whispered to me, "Qin, did you enjoy that just now? I really like you. Don't think I'm just playing around. Take leave tomorrow afternoon. I'll wait for you at the school gate at 12:30 sharp, okay?"

Without waiting for my reply, he went into his room.

I was very conflicted. On one hand, I felt I shouldn't do this, but on the other hand, I wondered why Mom could do it, but I couldn't. I was extremely conflicted, and the feeling I had just experienced made me want to try it myself. I didn't know what to do. Suddenly, I heard Mom say, "Qin, go take a shower, and then go to sleep quickly. You have school tomorrow."

I silently went to my room, grabbed my underwear, and went to take a shower. After closing the bathroom door, I took off my uniform before taking off my underwear.

Ah! My panties were soaked; it turned out to be the discharge from when he touched me earlier—sticky and fishy.

Then he took off his bra, and in the mirror, although I was only sixteen, my breasts were bulging, like half a ball.

I was always proud of my fair and delicate skin. Looking down, I saw a slender waist, a flat belly, and below that, a sparse patch of dark hair forming a triangle.

Ah! Why hadn't I noticed this beautiful body before?

No wonder Uncle got hard just from looking at my breasts. Thinking of Uncle Yang naturally brought to mind his fingers, his tongue, and his hard, hot member.

I unconsciously touched that area. Although I felt a strange sensation, it lacked that numbing, itchy feeling.

I gently stroked it, moving up and down like him, gradually slowing and then accelerating, the pleasure rising until it became faster and faster.

I don't know how much time passed before I felt a shiver run through my body. My hands were sore, and my legs were numb from standing. To avoid my mother nagging me, I quickly took a shower, went back to my room, and lay down to sleep, but the more I thought about it, the less I could fall asleep.

A little while later, my mother also came to bed. I didn't dare move, pretending to be asleep. After a while, I heard my mother get out of bed.

She quietly left without turning on the light. A thought struck me: my mother wasn't trying to avoid waking me; she must have thought I was asleep and was going to find Uncle Yang again.

She finally left, and as soon as she stepped out the door, I quietly got up. She went to the living room, where Uncle Yang was already waiting.

The two of them hugged and shared a long kiss, then sat down on the sofa.

My uncle naturally took off his clothes first, and the image from that evening reappeared before my eyes. It was just as firm, just as majestic, standing proudly between his legs, defiantly challenging me.

Then he took off my mother's pajamas. Although she was in her thirties, her slender figure was still so alluring. Her measurements were well-proportioned, giving her a balanced and full visual beauty. Then she removed her bra, and two full breasts suddenly appeared, twice the size of mine, yet showing no signs of sagging.

Yang's hands each grasped one, stroking them incessantly. A sudden wave of jealousy washed over me. If my mother hadn't come home tonight, perhaps he would be playing this game with me right now!

Mom, seemingly unable to bear the pleasure any longer, finally let out a soft "Mmm...Mmm..."

At the same time, she reached for his manhood with one hand and grabbed it. First, she squeezed and kneaded it, then moved it up and down, while her other hand automatically pulled down his only remaining garment, his briefs.

Between his legs was a patch of dark pubic hair, much thicker than mine.

Two naked people embraced, him on top, her on the bottom, still playing with each other, both moaning.

Yang seemed to know I was peeking, intentionally prolonging the act, deliberately turning his genitals outwards, as if to let me see more clearly.

The sight of the two of them now made my heart pound. He inserted his fingers into her body, in and out, while she automatically spread her legs, her hips moving up and down in rhythm with his movements. After a while, she said, "Xing San, put it in, it's so uncomfortable!"

"Okay, but let's try something different today?"

"Fine! Whatever you want, good man, hurry up and put it in!"

"Okay, you're on top, this is called pouring the wax, have you ever done this with that bastard?"

"Hmph! That bastard is a born lecher, he wants to try everything, he even bought a lot of weird things to liven things up, good man, let's not talk about this, I can't stand it!"

After saying that, he indeed lay down on his back, his thing standing high, Mom used her hand to straighten it, rode on top, and let out a soft "Mmm!" His thing slid in, and then he started moving up and down.

As she moved up and down, her two large breasts swayed back and forth, making my legs weak. Involuntarily, I slipped my right hand inside her panties and touched them.

Oh dear! Just like when he touched me that afternoon, she was very wet. My hand moved in sync with her movements; she moved fast, I moved fast; she moved slow, I moved slow. Then I heard her say, "Good for you, you're really good. It feels so good today. I just felt a tingling sensation... oh... so good, oh... I can't move... you move!"

After saying that, she lay on top of him, motionless. Because of this, a strange sight appeared before my eyes. From behind, it looked as if her vagina had swallowed a large sausage, most of it inside, leaving only the base, but with weeds growing at the lower end of the base.

Seeing she was motionless, he flipped her over, then stood up again. They remained together, her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs clamped around his waist.

He supported her hips with his hands, pacing back and forth in the living room, thrusting with each step, and she moaned softly with each thrust.

After countless laps, he finally laid her back on the sofa, lifted her legs onto his shoulders, and began thrusting forcefully.

The sofa creaked with each thrust, and after a while, he stopped, and almost simultaneously, they both let out a long sigh.

"Good job, San…you were really amazing today! I had three orgasms, it felt so good!"

"How does it compare to your deadbeat?"

"Why do you keep bringing up that deadbeat? You know what he's capable of. That time you two went to seduce a singer, he told me everything afterwards. You saw it for yourself, why are you asking me?"

Yang exclaimed in surprise, "What? He actually told you about that time you two went to seduce the singer! Actually, he was quite impressive that time. He said he'd go first, and I just watched, but his performance was..." "It was so exciting, I couldn't resist asking that singer to eat my dick out of me."

He paused, then continued, "And he was still working hard, getting more and more vigorous, until he finally got me all worked up. Just then, he finished, and I took over. Honestly, he's got quite a few tricks up his sleeve!"

Mom rolled her eyes, but he smiled and said, "Actually, that was nothing. He said there was another time when the two of you actually wanted to come to my house to play with me, is that true?"

"It's not a bad thing, isn't it? We're already in the swing of things, aren't we? Actually, a threesome is more fun. If you had the chance to try it, you'd probably love it!" "

No way! It's so embarrassing to have someone watching while we're having sex!"

Yang laughed heartily. "Haha...no way! Having someone watching adds to the fun. They can even participate! If it's a threesome of two men and one woman, the woman is the most comfortable, and the man is the most excited. If it's a threesome of two women and one man, the man is incredibly comfortable. How about we try it sometime?"

Mom seemed to be persuaded, because she didn't answer immediately. She thought silently for a while before shyly saying, "Okay! But this kind of thing must be kept a secret. If others find out, it'll be terrible."

"Don't worry, my dear!"

"It's late, and I'm so tired today, I want to sleep!" Mom said, standing up. As soon as she stood up, she said, "Oh dear, my back aches and my head hurts, it's all your fault."

"Don't blame others after getting the benefits. You didn't even know how hard you were working on top just now. Actually, I wanted to go again. Look, it's hard again."

Sure enough, his thing was hard again, and it seemed bigger than before. She touched it with her hand, lowered her head, and gently kissed it, saying, "Good little brother, come again tomorrow night. I really can't take it today..."

After saying that, Mom went to get dressed. I was afraid she would find out. I quickly went back to my room and pretended to be asleep. A little while later, she went back to her room, got into bed, and fell asleep.

The next day, although I still went to school, I was even worse than yesterday because I kept thinking about Uncle Yang waiting for me at the school gate.

I barely made it through the four morning classes, then used a headache as an excuse to ask my homeroom teacher for half a day off. As soon as I stepped out of the school gate, I saw Uncle Yang standing in front of that ice cream shop.

My heart skipped a beat. I initially wanted to ignore him, but I found myself drawn to the ice cream shop. Then I realized it wasn't right; what if a teacher or classmates saw us?

So I walked ahead, Yang following behind. We walked like that, one in front of the other, for quite a while, until we were far from the school.

I slowed my pace, and he walked beside me, asking where I was going. I said I didn't know. He said, "Qin, I'll take you to a good place." He

then hailed a taxi and told the driver to take me to Xin Xin Department Store. I wondered, what for at Xin Xin Department Store?

The car arrived at the department store, and we got out. He went straight to the women's clothing section, took my hand, pointed to a dress, and said, "Qin, this dress is nice, try it on!"

Without waiting for my consent, he asked the sales assistant to bring it down so I could try it on.

To be honest, the dress was really pretty. I put it on in the fitting room and came out.

I looked at myself in the large mirror, and the dress fit perfectly. In the mirror, I saw a beautiful young woman.

"Qin, this dress is like it was tailor-made. You look absolutely gorgeous in it, just buy it," Uncle Yang said with a smile.

I didn't say anything because it fit me well. He told the sales assistant to put my uniform and schoolbag in a large tote bag.

Uncle Yang paid the bill, then took my hand, and as we left the department store, he hailed a taxi.

Before I could even hear where we were going, the car sped away, turning left and right for a while before stopping at an alleyway on Zhongshan North Road.

He led me into a hotel. I didn't know what a hotel was, but I silently followed behind him.

It turned out the hotel had many rooms, and someone led us to one.

This room was really nice; it had air conditioning, a soft carpet that made no sound when you walked on it, and bathroom facilities. Although the room wasn't very big, the amenities were quite complete. There was a large bed, like a sponge, and strangely, there were large mirrors at the headboard and along one side of the bed.

Besides the bed, there were two sofas, a telephone, and... well, many other daily necessities—it was all there.

Seeing me looking around, he asked if I wanted something to eat.

Honestly, I hadn't eaten anything since leaving school; my lunchbox was still in my bag. His question made me a little hungry. So I replied, "Okay!"

"What do you want to eat?"

"Anything!"

He picked up the phone and, as if giving orders, said, "Bring two A-grade meals and a bottle of Shaoxing wine."

He hung up, hugged me tightly, kissed me on the cheek, and said, "There's plenty of time, lie down for a bit!"

I lay down, and he kept staring at me. It turned out his new dress was very alluring, almost completely exposing my thighs.

I was confident in my long, shapely thighs, thinking that since he'd already touched them yesterday, what harm was there in looking again? But

after a while, he lay down beside me and started stroking my thighs.

I wanted to push him away, but I was too lazy to move. Seeing that I didn't resist, his hand gradually moved upwards, finally touching my underwear.

This action aroused a strange, itchy feeling in me. Just then, there was a knock at the door.

He quickly got up to open it; it was someone bringing food, divided into two portions.

The person set the food down and left, then locked the door again.

I was delighted to see there was a total of 41 soups, fruit, and cold drinks. He poured two glasses of wine and handed me one.

I'd never drunk alcohol before, but out of curiosity, I took a small sip. It was spicy, so I handed it back to him, saying, "I don't dare drink alcohol, it's too spicy. You drink it yourself, I'm hungry, can I eat something first?"

"Okay, you eat first."

He finished both glasses of wine and quickly ate his food, finishing his portion in no time.

I couldn't eat that much, and he seemed to see through me, smiling and saying, "Qin, it's okay if you can't finish, just leave it there." So

I stopped eating and picked up a towel to wipe my mouth. He said again, "Come on, Qin, eat and rest for a bit."

I sat silently, and he pulled me to the bed. We both lay down, and he hugged me gently, asking, "Qin, did you peep again last night?"

"Who peeped? You two were so open in the living room, the door wasn't even closed, how is that peeping?"

He pinched my cheek and said, "Actually, sometimes these things are even more enjoyable with a third party around!"

"No way I'd believe you!"

"Don't talk nonsense, it's true. Sex is a supreme enjoyment and art, and having someone watching adds to the fun."

"If that's the case, next time you and Mom are having sex, I'll barge in and watch, and see if you two feel embarrassed?"

"Don't rush, after I successfully persuade you, we'll be a trio, I guarantee we'll have a blast. You saw it last night, right? I'm more than capable of handling two women.

" "What's so fun about that kind of thing?"

"Of course it's fun! Didn't you see your mother humming with pleasure?"

As he spoke, his hand started groping under my skirt again. After a while, as if the clothes were getting in the way, he took off his dress

. Instantly, I was half-naked. Honestly, my skin was fair and delicate. He stared at me, wide-eyed. After a long while, he said, "Oh my! Such fair skin, like cream! Like mother, like daughter."

I gave him a shy glare, but secretly I was quite pleased with myself!

He hurriedly got out of bed and quickly stripped naked, his manhood standing erect.

He couldn't wait any longer, and immediately pressed himself against me, his hand reaching behind my back to expertly remove my bra.

Suddenly, my breasts were before him—no, they were in his mouth, for he already had one in his mouth, his left hand groping the other, his hand moving downwards, groping my inner thighs, his mouth constantly sucking, making my heart race.

I involuntarily swayed from side to side, and unexpectedly, a miracle occurred. The mirror beside the bed displayed a breathtaking scene.

The sight of him suckling my breasts not only felt good, but it was also incredibly amusing and pleasing to the eye. There was a mirror on the opposite headboard, and from the different angle, I could see his naked back and his strong, muscular body.

At that moment, his hard erection was bumping against my thigh, tickling me.

I unconsciously hugged his body tightly, trying to grab his penis with one hand. Unexpectedly, once I grabbed it, I couldn't bear to let go; it was throbbing in my hand!

Then, as if stimulated, he hurriedly pulled down my panties and began kneading my genitals.

Next, he lowered his head and kissed my pubic area, kissing downwards until he finally reached a sensitive spot I had never known before.

He extended his tongue and gently sucked, first up and down, then in and out, continuously sucking.

A tingling sensation washed over me, and I naturally arched my hips, moving in sync with his movements.

After a while, the tingling sensation gradually intensified, accompanied by a new desire to be penetrated.

Then, he placed a pillow under my buttocks, climbed between my legs, and made me hold his penis, placing it between my thighs and instructing me to rub it gently. He said, "Qin, it might hurt a little the first time, but once it's inside, it won't hurt anymore. Try to relax as much as possible, and slowly insert it with your hand. I won't use any force. I want you to enjoy sexual pleasure from the very first time." "I

don't know how," I said shamefully, letting go of his hand. "I don't know how..."

"Then let me do it, don't be nervous," he reassured me.

Yang rubbed gently for a while, then thrust his hips forward, inserting halfway. A sharp, piercing pain made me cry out, "Ouch... Uncle Yang... please... be gentle... it hurts so much..."

He covered my mouth with his hand, then thrust his hips forward, his penis penetrating even further, breaking through my thin hymen. This time, the pain almost made me faint. Tears streamed down my face as I punched him in the chest, crying out in utter grievance, "...Ah... you devil... you tricked me... it hurts so much... I don't want to... I don't want to play anymore... don't move anymore... it hurts so much..."

He comforted me and stopped, saying, "Alright, alright, the pain is over. Didn't I say after hardship comes happiness? The pleasure is yet to come. If you don't move, then don't move."

After a while, the pain finally subsided, and I could only feel that thing throbbing inside.

Although he stopped his lower body movements, his hands continued to grope me from front to back and from top to bottom.

My heart was aroused by his teasing, and I forgot the pain. My lower body began to move slowly, no longer as tense as before.

"Is it better now?" he asked softly again.

"Mmm!"

Yang knew the time had come and began to move again, gently thrusting in and out, bringing me a wonderful sensation I had never experienced before.

Every time he withdrew, I felt as if I were falling into a bottomless abyss; every time he thrust in, I felt as if I were ascending to a paradise of bliss, incomparably happy.

After about a hundred thrusts, an indescribable dazed state spread throughout my body, and with a tremor, my vaginal fluids were released. He then increased his speed.

"Ugh...ugh...hum...hum...gently...slower...slower...hum...hum..."

Although I was moaning like this, I was no longer in pain. On the contrary, my vagina was itchier and needed his hard thrusting to satisfy me. I stretched out my arms and hugged him tightly, my buttocks swaying incessantly: "Oh...Mommy...so beautiful...so comfortable...I didn't know...this thing is so fun...ugh..."

"Baby, it doesn't hurt now, does it feel good?"

"Mmm...it doesn't hurt...it's beautiful...so comfortable...dear brother...ugh...ugh...ugh..."

"Little slut, don't rush, you have to enjoy this slowly, you'll have plenty of pleasure later."

He hugged me tightly, and I could hardly breathe.

"Oh...it's so beautiful...it's killing me...no wonder Mother wants...want to play with you...want to cheat on you...ah..."

"You're a little slut too, I won't let you off today."

He held my buttocks, a thick, hard thing inside me, thrusting hard, making me feel both numb and itchy, waves of pleasure washing over me.

I gasped, "Ah...my...oh my...hum...hum...I need to...pee...ah...pee...it feels so good...ah...it's flowing out..."

He launched another rapid attack, and with a final tremor, he lay motionless on top of me, and I calmed down from the intense pleasure.

The room was quiet now, without a sound, and fatigue gradually washed over me, and I soon fell asleep.

I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly I felt no pressure on my body. I opened my eyes and saw that he had gotten up, so I sat up too. He asked me, "Qin, do you want to take a bath?"

I felt sticky all over, so I said, "Sure."

"Let's go, let's bathe together."

He pulled me towards the bathroom. This bathroom was really beautiful, pink. He turned on the water and pulled me into the tub.

We sat on opposite sides, it was so much fun. Just now he was so smug, but now he was drooping and floating with the water, soft and fluffy like a deflated balloon.

Thinking of the wonderful feeling it had given me, I felt a little fond of it from the bottom of my heart. This wonderful thing had transformed me from a girl into a woman, and in the process, it was so comfortable.

I wasn't sad at all about losing my virginity. In fact, I even thought that if one day we could really be a threesome like he described, it would be quite an experience.

Thinking about this, I couldn't help but touch my private parts. Ouch! It still hurts a little. When he saw me groan, he asked with concern, "What's wrong? Qin, tell me

, were you comfortable just now?" "Hmph! You were the one who was comfortable. Now you have two women, you can play with whichever one you like."

"Oh! My little darling, why are you jealous? Don't you think about your mother? She's in her thirties, the prime of her life, she needs me right now. I love you, but I can't abandon her. You have to have some sympathy for her!"

I rolled my eyes at him and said with a coquettish smile, "Okay, whatever you say, you're right. I've already taken her, how can I not listen to you? But, besides us, you can't have any other women!"

"My little jealous pot, sweetheart, I won't, don't worry!"

"Hurry up and shower, it's getting late, I need to go home," I urged.

Looking at my watch, it was already five o'clock. Neither of us dared to linger. He dressed, and I changed back into my uniform; the dress was in a bag. He said, "Qin, I'll take the dress home; I'll say it's a gift for you. Don't reveal what happened today yet. When the time is right, I will reveal it, and I will keep my promise and hold a three-person meeting. Go on!"

I was still in my school uniform, not daring to lift my head. As I walked out of the hotel, he hailed a car to take me home, gave me a hundred dollars, and then left.

When I got home, the house was empty, but as soon as I entered my room, my mother returned. Thank goodness; five minutes later would have been terrible. Half an hour later, he returned, shouting, "Meishi, look! I bought a dress for Aqin. It's so pretty! Quickly tell Aqin to try it on! Aqin, come on, try it on and see if it fits. If it doesn't, we can exchange it!"

Hearing his performance, I almost laughed, so I came out of my room. My mother, standing beside me, said, "Aqin, quickly thank Uncle Yang!"

"Yes, Mom! Thank you, Uncle."

I grabbed the dress and went into my room to try it on. Why bother? I'd already worn everything. But for the sake of the performance, I had to try it on again.

Once dressed, I immediately feigned ecstatic joy, ran to the living room, and even twirled around in the middle of the room, the hem of my skirt billowing up, clearly revealing my thighs.

Mom looked at him and said, "Third son, I didn't expect you to be so good at buying clothes! They fit perfectly, like they were custom-made."

I then performed another trick, running over to hug his head and giving him a big kiss on the cheek. This little drama finally ended.

After dinner, everyone watched TV in the living room. Because I was too tired from the day, I went to my room to sleep first.

In a few days, it would be the junior high school graduation exam. My grades were usually pretty good, but lately I'd been feeling unsettled, so how could I concentrate on my studies?

When the exam results came out, I passed everything except Chinese. But since Chinese is a core subject, failing it means not graduating, so I had to retake it. There were so many texts and idioms to memorize—how could I possibly keep up?

Oh right, I'll just go find the Chinese teacher. Hasn't he been staring at me like that lately?

I bet he's up to no good, but who cares what he's up to? I'm not exactly a saint anymore, and besides, Mr. Wang is known as a genius at school. It wouldn't be bad to have a go at a genius's place!

Having made up my mind, I went to school the next day after school and went straight to his singles' dorm. I tried to walk in without knocking, but someone beat me to it. I saw everything from the window.

It was Xin Anni.

Anni's grades weren't great either, especially Chinese, which was her biggest headache. She was usually lively and energetic, very beautiful, but just like me, quite a gossip. Anni was about 170cm tall and a precocious girl. I heard that she had a crush on a biology teacher in her first year of junior high, and later even gave herself to him.

In reality, this teacher-student relationship was doomed to fail, and Annie herself knew that things might be different if she were still in high school. The scandal of this teacher-student romance finally spread throughout the school, and the biology teacher, under pressure, had no choice but to give up his teaching job and go to America.

After that, Annie became a prominent figure on campus. She liked to wear mini skirts, deliberately showing off her slender, snow-white thighs, and sometimes male teachers would stare at her intentionally or unintentionally. Annie's precocious breasts were also exceptionally full, unmatched by any other girl in the school, not to mention the younger girls. Sometimes, Annie would deliberately wear a low-cut bra to tease the male teacher during PE class. After seeing this, the teacher's breasts would bulge, causing whispers among the other female students.

At this moment, Annie struck a very alluring pose in front of the teacher. She first took off her uniform, immediately revealing her full breasts, which were indeed covered by a low-cut bra.

The teacher stared, his face flushed.

Annie then removed her bra, revealing her two large breasts, which bounced in front of the teacher. He exclaimed "Ah!" and immediately began to fondle them.

Annie let out a soft cry, swaying her body from side to side.

Then he licked her nipples with his tongue, and Annie cupped her breasts with her hands, looking down at his assault on her breasts.

"Ah! Mmm... Ah... It feels so good... Suck harder... Suck again... Bite harder... It's delicious... Oh... Ah..."

His hands started to wander. He pulled down her short skirt, revealing her two smooth, delicate, pinkish-white thighs.

He began to caress and stroke her, from her calves to her thighs, and then to her buttocks. Annie's buttocks swayed wildly after his teasing.

Soon, Annie's panties were pulled down by the teacher, revealing that alluring triangle.

At this moment, I felt my genitals were already wet, my inner thighs warm and sticky.

My blood vessels were dilating, my blood was boiling.

After some groping, the teacher finally stood up, his arms encircling her plump buttocks, occasionally parting Annie's labia to reveal her anus and vagina to me.

They pressed tightly together, Annie gripping his penis tightly with one hand, teasing it vigorously.

They exchanged tongues, Annie's eyes half-closed, and I saw saliva dripping from her chin. Her inner thighs were wet, presumably from the lustful fluids flowing from her vagina.

Then Annie pushed him away, pulled down his trousers and underwear, leaving them both completely naked.

She took the teacher's penis into her mouth, and I saw him whimper, probably from the intense pleasure. I really wanted to join in, but I was afraid that being too abrupt would backfire and be counterproductive.

His penis was thick and large, and Annie's mouth was swollen and bulging, so it went in very deep.

After a while of playing around, the teacher started to ride on top.

Annie ran, and he inserted his penis from behind.

She moaned, "Mmm...oh...dear...dear...teacher...brother, I...feel...so...good...your...big...penis...feels...so...good...harder...thrust...in..."

He thrust in and out, left and right, his penis covered in white precum, and the sound of wetness filled the air.

After about a hundred thrusts, they changed positions, with

the teacher lying on his back and Annie sitting up. She aimed the penis at her vagina and then sat down hard.

"Ah... um..." Annie cried out, probably because of the pleasure, her hips swayed quite vigorously, her two large breasts moving with it.

He stretched out his green claws and immediately grabbed them. His palm was big, but her breasts were even bigger, he could only grasp half of one.

Annie was already drenched in sweat, the sweat from her back running down her spine into her buttocks, then mingling with her vaginal fluids, making the sounds of stroking the penis even louder.

"Um... oh... I'm... going to heaven, ah... so beautiful... heavenly... good penis... feels so good... so... good... ah... I... I... ah..."

She had clearly reached orgasm, and soon she indeed lay prone on top of him, motionless.

Ten minutes later, Annie dressed and hurriedly left.

When she saw me, her face flushed, probably feeling guilty. She softly said "Okay!" and left. She probably understood my purpose, and we both kept quiet about it.

This whole scene was incredibly exciting. I composed myself slightly and then knocked on the door.

The teacher opened it.

He looked somewhat flustered, and his clothes were disheveled.

He said, "You...you wanted to see me?" Clearly, he felt guilty.

Actually, I had already seen everything. I just didn't want to expose his trick, and besides, I wanted to have sex with him later!

I knew that the teacher hadn't ejaculated when he was having sex with Annie, and he must be feeling very uncomfortable now. I needed to tease him properly, to be seductive enough to make him lose control. That way, my purpose would be easier to achieve.

I secretly glanced at his genitals, and sure enough, it was hard and erect, his trousers like an umbrella.

He noticed me looking at it and seemed a little embarrassed, deliberately changing the subject.

"Xiuqin! The weather's nice today, why aren't you at home studying or out playing? What brings you here to see your teacher?"

"No one comes here without a reason!" I paused, deliberately beating around the bush.

"Just now… I think I saw Xin Anni?"

"Ah!" The teacher panicked.

"Actually, I saw her too," I said. He was now furious.

He pressed me for my business, but I didn't dare answer directly, so I gave a vague reply: "I came to see your teacher, everyone says you're a talented scholar!" I again changed the subject.

"That's just a nickname my colleagues made up. If he were truly a talented man, how come he doesn't even have a wife yet?"

"That's because you have too high standards, teacher. Maybe you should marry a talented woman!"

He said with a hint of regret, "Don't joke around. When I was younger, I was more picky, but now I don't have any requirements. As long as she's a woman, that's fine. You're still young. You don't know how pitiful it is to be without a home. You don't even have anywhere to go after work, let alone find comfort."

"How can I comfort you? Can I do something for you, teacher?" I said, seizing the opportunity.

After speaking, I deliberately leaned back, knowing that this would make my chest look more prominent, and because of this leaning back, my legs naturally parted slightly.

Sure enough, he fell for it. His eyes stared straight at me, darting up and down as if trying to see right through me. I knew he'd taken the bait. So I sat up straight again and asked him, "Teacher, could you let me pass my make-up exam? My mom will kill me if I don't graduate."

He was engrossed in watching me, and my question suddenly ruined the moment. However, judging from my actions, he seemed to have guessed my purpose. He said, "Passing isn't hard, it just depends on how you treat the teacher."

"I'll do whatever you say, teacher."

He smiled slyly and said, "Xin Anni was very good to me just now, but unfortunately I didn't climax, so you'll take over what she didn't finish."

"Okay, how should I finish what she didn't finish?"

He didn't know how to answer for a moment, but after thinking for a while, he immediately said, "Promise me to make love with you for an hour."

"An hour? How can I do that? Oh! I see, you're bad!" I said dramatically.

"No! I'm not bad. You don't know, for over forty years, I haven't tasted a woman's touch. I dare not go to those brothels. Whenever I can't help myself, I can only relieve myself by masturbating. Today, Xin Anni came to tease me, and I couldn't control myself. She promised to masturbate for me, but halfway through, who knew you would scare her away."

Hearing his words and seeing the pained expression on his face, I felt sorry for him, so I went to close the door.

He pulled me down and made me sit on his lap. I could feel it; his thing was acting up!

He kissed me, one hand groping under my legs, itchy, strangely pleasant, and I felt a surge of passion.

Suddenly, I remembered the purpose of my trip; I had to get a guarantee. So I gently pushed him away and said, "Teacher, I had to retake the exam..."

Before I could finish, he interrupted, "I'll give you 80 points, as long as you let me touch you, let me see you, and help me..."

So I took the initiative to hug him, kiss him, and spread my legs to make it easier for him to advance.

But he stopped. He made me lie down and took off my underwear.

He just looked and touched me, then pulled my hand to his private parts, which were hard.

He began his second wave of attack, the first wave with Xin Anni.

I helped him disarm, and the teacher was now standing naked in front of me.

His penis trembled incessantly, covered with a layer of white, sticky fluid, not quite dry. I thought it must be Anni's secretions.

I tried to grasp it with my hand, then took the glans into my mouth and began to stroke it up and down.

"Yes! Yes! Ah...ah..." he moaned comfortably.

The two testicles beneath his penis, covered in dense hair, bounced with my stroking, and I occasionally tapped them lightly with my fingernails.

Then, he forcefully pushed his penis into my mouth; it felt slippery and very stimulating.

This continued for about two minutes before he pushed me to the ground and ordered me to lie face down, legs together, thighs clenched tightly.

He said that this way, both of us would feel better when he penetrated me. At first, he couldn't penetrate, so I had to spread my legs to make it easier for him to enter.

Sure enough, his penis slid in completely in one go, and then when I closed my legs again, my vagina felt especially tight.

"Plop! Sizzle! Plop! Sizzle!" The sounds of thrusting filled the air.

"Ugh... um... ah... oh... you... thrust... thrust... harder. Darling... I'm going to die... die... you've pierced... my... little... hole..."

I cried out uncontrollably.

"Then... I... good... darling... you... moan... moan... I'm going to... fuck... your... cunt... hole... to death..."

With that, he thrust hard.

I was too high on the ground...

He had no choice but to pull his penis out and make me kneel.

I spread my legs wide, my buttocks sticking up high. The teacher first slapped my fat buttocks hard, making me moan, "Ah...good...teacher...brother...it feels good...hit...again...?"

He rubbed my anus with his little finger, which felt incredibly itchy, and then he inserted his penis into my vagina and started thrusting hard.

"Ah...oh...harder...thrust...thrust...to...death..." I couldn't take his onslaught and cried for help.

Seeing how lewd I was, he simply pulled his penis out and aimed it directly at my anus, thrusting it in forcefully.

"Wow! Ah...it hurts...to death...no...no...don't...don't...don't..."

I cried out in pain.

He usually seemed so gentle, how come he showed no mercy when he was with a woman? I didn't even know anus could be played with! "

His penis was thick and long, and I thought my anus was seeing something amazing. It

was probably already split open.

But after a few thrusts, I slowly felt less pain and instead felt a tingling sensation. I felt like his penis was completely filling me up.

His penis kept thrusting into my anus, and he also used two fingers to penetrate my vagina, so both of my holes were being used by him.

"Ah...wow...so...good...too...good...faster...faster...don't...don't...stop...let me...fly...to heaven, use...use...force...fuck...it!"

This continued for five minutes, and then my whole body went numb, and my vaginal fluid gushed out, reaching the climax of my sexual desire.

My consciousness was half-awake and half-drunk, and I almost collapsed."

But the teacher didn't stop; he continued to penetrate my anus. "

He's really something," I thought. He'd played with two young women in a row and still hadn't ejaculated.

Now he made me lie down, grasp my breasts with both hands, and then insert his penis into the cleavage between my breasts, forcefully squeezing my breasts together to clamp his penis, followed by another round of thrusting. "Ah! That feels good, I...I'm almost...almost there."

Soon he released me and told me to use my hands to stroke his penis. He taught me to stroke it up and down, and to do it quickly, so I did. Suddenly, his hand joined mine, stroking faster and faster, and a stream of fluid shot out. He exhaled.

Then he lowered his head and kissed my private parts, making me feel good. But after a while, he stopped. I knew today's task was over. He said, "You'll definitely pass, don't worry. We can only do it once. If you do it again, I'll ruin you, and I'll be uneasy for the rest of my life. Go back now and don't come again."

I didn't expect him to say such a thing, and I certainly didn't expect him to send me away. Anyway, I'd already passed, so whether I understood what he said or not didn't matter...

My surname is Zhang, and my given name is Xiuqin. When I was little, my parents called me Aqin.

My mother's surname is Bi, and her given name is Meishi. My father and Uncle Yang both called her Meishi.

Uncle Yang's surname is Yang, of course. My father and mother both called him Xing San, so I guess that's his name?

In my memory, Uncle Yang was a frequent visitor to our home. My father said that the two of them were sworn brothers. We had struggled together in our early years, and our friendship was incredibly close. Because Uncle Yang had remained single, he would come home whenever he had free time, and we were all very familiar with each other.

He certainly took good care of my mother and me, often bringing us bags and bags of things from outside. If my mother said, "We don't need anything! Why are you being so polite? You're the third son! You'll have to get married someday! Save some money!"

Uncle Yang would definitely say, "Meishi, you're like a eunuch worrying more than the emperor! It's just a matter of fate! Why keep mentioning such a small token?"

My mother couldn't argue with him and always went along with it.

The year I graduated from junior high, my father lost his life in a plane crash. My mother, having no one to rely on, decided to take me to live with Uncle Yang.

She specifically told me, "You must be obedient from now on!"

"Yes, Mom, I will be obedient."

Soon after, my mother helped me complete the transfer procedures and then went north to live with Uncle Yang. By then, I was in the first semester of my third year of junior high, and graduation was not far off.

My grades have never been very good. The educational level in Taipei is indeed higher than that of most schools in the south. I, who have never been a diligent student, performed even worse after arriving in Taipei.

I remember the plane crash that killed my father. There were five people in total, all of them perished. I heard that there was a lot of fog at the time, and the plane crashed into a mountain at high speed. As a result, the fuselage was completely destroyed, and all the passengers were naturally mutilated. So the investigators had to collect all the bodies, or rather, the body parts, and place them in the municipal funeral home for unified "resurrection" at a later date.

On the eighth day after arriving in Taipei, my father was finally laid to rest.

The house was usually quiet. I have no siblings, and the pain of losing my father made me feel even more lonely.

That night, I was very tired. My mother told me to go to sleep first, so I went to my room and fell asleep immediately.

I woke up in the middle of the night, probably because I was thirsty and hadn't been able to concentrate for days.

I tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall back asleep. Just then, I heard whispers coming from the living room; it was my mother and Uncle Yang talking. Out of curiosity, I went to the crack in the door and peeked into the living room. My mother and Uncle Yang were sitting very close together.

So, I squatted down and eavesdropped on their conversation.

"Oh dear! Meishi, we'll have to let her know about us sooner or later. We can't keep doing this in secret forever!"

"That's true, but that deadbeat just passed away today. We'll have to wait a while before we can talk about it!"

Uncle Yang said impatiently. "Alright, let's not talk about this for now. Come on! Let's go to my room!"

Uncle Yang said, standing up to take Mom's hand, but Mom didn't want to move. She said, "Let's stay here. In case Aqin wakes up, at least I won't be in your room."

Uncle Yang had no choice but to say, "Alright."

Then he pulled Mom into his arms, and the two of them shared a deep kiss.

They separated after a while, quickly removing their clothes. Mom's fair and delicate flesh was revealed. Uncle Yang hugged her tightly again, showering her with kisses, his hands caressing her body. Mom gasped, "Xing San, stop! I can't take you touching me like this!"

"What, getting horny?" Uncle Yang chuckled.

He then carried Mom to the sofa, laid her flat, and embraced her there. This scene filled me with immense shame, yet also a strange thrill.

Uncle Yang's manhood was something I had never seen before—so thick, black, long, and prominently erect, it sent a chill down my spine.

He pressed that thing against Mom's vulva, thrusting hard until it was completely inside, then pulling it out and pushing it in again. It looked really ugly, but I couldn't help watching.

Moans came from Mom's mouth, sounding like she was sick but not in pain:

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...um..."

"Is it comfortable?" Uncle Yang asked, seemingly pleased.

"Oh...so...so comfortable...hum...hum...I haven't...tasted this feeling in so long...it's wonderful..."

He kept thrusting in and out, moving rapidly. Mom also twisted her hips, responding to his thrusts.

Uncle Yang thrust harder and harder, and Mom's vagina flowed with a lot of fluid. Mom hugged him tightly and moaned, "Ah...so beautiful...so beautiful...hum...hum...it's so beautiful...thrust harder...faster...faster..."

Hearing her words, Uncle Yang thrust even more wildly, and streams of fluid flowed onto the sofa. Uncle Yang, while thrusting, asked, "Is it beautiful... you slut... how... is my thing... better than your dead... husband...?"

"Ah... you're... much better than him... you're my... dear husband... my good lover... you'll never leave me... um... hmph..."

Uncle Yang, hearing this, became even more smug and thrust harder, making Mom writhe in agony, her breasts swaying incessantly, her white flesh shaking.

I watched for a while, feeling my face flush and my heart pounding, and something seemed to flow from my lower body; when I touched it, it was wet.

So I quickly went back to my room, covered myself with the blanket, and tried not to look at them anymore, hoping to fall asleep quickly.

But the scene in the living room kept appearing before my eyes, especially Uncle Yang's body—it was truly astonishing.

I don't know how much time passed or how I fell asleep. When I woke up, it was already the next day. I quickly ate breakfast and went to school.

Although I was in class, the scene from last night kept replaying in my mind, a hazy, persistent image. I didn't know what to do.

It wasn't until my Chinese teacher, Mr. Wang, called my name that I suddenly jumped up, flustered, not knowing why the teacher had called me. Suddenly, there was a commotion; class was over. When I got home, it was quiet and empty.

I put my schoolbag on the bed and lay down. The events of last night flashed through my mind again, and I felt a sense of unease, but I didn't know why.

I thought, why not go check on Uncle Yang's room while no one's home?

So I sneaked into his room. The bed, desk, chair, and wardrobe were fairly tidy. I opened a drawer in the desk and saw toilet paper, cigarette packs, and other odds and ends scattered on the surface.

I moved some of them around and found a few books under the toilet paper. I opened one and saw that it was a collection of erotic novels, quite enticing!

I flipped through the pages further, and wow! There were also color photos, all of two people, exactly the same as the ones I'd seen the night before.

The photos all featured foreigners, eight in total, with various shapes and sizes, some white and some black. The black man was really scary, looking like a gorilla, and his thing was particularly thick.

The white woman was pretty, with a good figure, but her posture was anything but elegant, with her legs raised high.

The black and white people together made the contrast between them stand out starkly. I finished all eight pages, flipping through the pages several times. The story in the book was about romance, very alluring, and I wanted to keep reading, but I was also worried about them coming back.

Reluctantly, I put the book back. Back in my room, sure enough, Mom came back shortly after.

Then Uncle Yang came back too. After dinner, Mom said she was going to visit a friend to look for a job. Before leaving, she said to me, "Qin, I might not be back until very late. Do your homework at home and go to bed early. Don't wait for me."

Then Mom left. I stared blankly at her retreating figure until it disappeared.

Homework? I couldn't concentrate on my homework at all; my mind was filled with the novels and photos in Uncle Yang's room. I wondered if I would do such things in the future,

what it would feel like, and

what kind of man I would do them with.

A series of questions were swirling in my mind, but I couldn't find the answers. Suddenly, I heard someone calling me, "Qin, what are you thinking about? I called you twice but didn't hear you."

It turned out that Uncle Yang had come up to me.

He walked over to the double bed next to the desk and sat down, staring at me with his eyes as if trying to see right through me. I wondered if he knew what I was thinking.

I lowered my head in shame, only to notice that two buttons on my uniform shirt were undone, revealing half of my bra. I quickly buttoned it up and said, "I wasn't thinking anything."

Uncle Yang was probably thirty-two or thirty-three years old, tall, with a not-unpleasant face and a very robust physique. He was still staring at me.

Actually, my body was quite unhealthy. Although I was only sixteen, I was very well-developed. I remember that by the time I was in the first year of junior high, my breasts had already started to develop, and by the second year, I had to wear a bra, otherwise, it would be unsightly to walk with a bouncy gait.

"Qin, did you touch my drawers today? And read my books?" Uncle Yang asked, enunciating each word clearly.

My face flushed. I wanted to say no, but feeling guilty, I silently nodded.

"It's nothing, really. It's something everyone does. Why can you do it, but you can't see or talk about it? You're all grown up now, you should know something about these things, right?" Uncle Yang said gently.

To my surprise, he left me speechless. Perhaps he had guessed my thoughts, so he continued, "Sex is beautiful in itself, and it's an inevitable part of life. Rather than blindly pursuing it, wouldn't it be better to understand it first?"

What he said seemed quite reasonable, and I nodded unconsciously, gently asking, "If that's the case, how can one understand this path?"

"It's not difficult. First, you need to understand men and women. You are a woman, do you know yourself? For example, isn't the place where your menstrual flow comes out the same as the place where you urinate?"

His words confused even me, only I could blame myself for not studying menstrual hygiene properly.

Uncle Yang continued, "That's right, you really don't know. Now let me tell you, these are two organs. The urethra controls urination, and the vagina controls menstruation. It's also called the reproductive organ. Besides discharging menstrual blood each month, it can also receive a man's penis, so it's also called the sex organ."

Seeing that he couldn't answer, he added a long explanation. I really didn't understand these words, even though I had seen how a penis was received last night. But I still wanted to ask clearly: "So how does acceptance work?"

"Acceptance, in this context, means sexual intercourse, what foreigners call making love. The man inserts his erect penis into the woman's vagina and then thrusts up and down, both experiencing pleasure. When the man reaches orgasm, he ejaculates, and that's when intercourse is completely over."

He said all this in one breath, making my heart race. At that moment, a strange thought popped into my head, and before I could even think about it, I blurted out: "So last night you and Mom were making love?" "

How did you know?" he asked in surprise.

"I saw it." I lowered my head in shame.

"Alright, since you saw everything, I might as well tell you. That was what you call sex. Actually, I don't need to hide it from you. Your mother doesn't have a husband anymore, and I'm not married yet. We need each other, we comfort each other, it's not something shameful, right?"

"I don't know, I just don't understand, your thing is so hard, how come I can't tell normally?" I asked stupidly.

"Normally it's soft, of course, it only gets hard when I'm sexually aroused."

"Is it hard now?"

He lightly hit me and said, "Kid, it got hard because I saw your breasts earlier."

As he spoke, he stood up, unzipped his pants, and took his thing out of his underwear, holding it in his hand.

Ah! It was hard and big, seemingly even bigger than the one I'd seen the night before. He wanted me to touch it, but I was scared and refused. He pulled my hand to it.

Honestly, although I was scared, I also really wanted to touch it.

So, half-heartedly, I found his thing in my hand, hard and warm, quite fun.

Suddenly, he pulled me into his arms, his right hand slipping inside my shirt, touching my nipple through my bra.

Immediately, a tingling, numbing, indescribable sensation washed over me, and I unconsciously shifted my body.

He then picked me up, placed me on the bed, and lowered his head to kiss me, while his other hand reached under my skirt, groping around.

Instinctively, I released his thing and tried to push his hand away, but instead of pushing, I pushed his hand into his pants.

His hand touched that spot, making me both anxious and ashamed.

Suddenly, a strange pleasure surged through me, making me feel oddly comfortable. At that moment, I was unwilling to let him touch me, yet I didn't have the courage to push him away; I was extremely conflicted.

After a while, I felt him pull down my underwear, and he parted my thighs, lowering his head to kiss that spot.

Oh! This feeling is truly indescribable; in short, that numb and itchy sensation made me feel that I should stop immediately, yet I also wanted it to continue. Just then, the doorbell rang!

We were both startled, immediately separated, and straightened our clothes.

He told me to continue lying in bed, pretending to be asleep. He went to open the door; it was Mom returning. I heard Mom say, "I'm exhausted after running around all day! Oh! By the way, is Qin back yet?"

"She's back a while ago. I saw she was sleeping, so I didn't wake her or make dinner. I was thinking we could grab something to eat at the alley entrance when you got back," Uncle Yang replied.

"Okay, I'm tired too. I'll go wake Qin," Mom said.

Then she came to my room to call me, calling twice before I "woke up."

"Qin, come on, let's go out for dinner!"

So the three of us ate something at the alley entrance. After we got home, I watched TV in the living room, Mom went to take a shower, and Uncle Yang also watched TV. He whispered to me, "Qin, did you enjoy that just now? I really like you. Don't think I'm just playing around. Take leave tomorrow afternoon. I'll wait for you at the school gate at 12:30 sharp, okay?"

Without waiting for my reply, he went into his room.

I was very conflicted. On one hand, I felt I shouldn't do this, but on the other hand, I wondered why Mom could do it, but I couldn't. I was extremely conflicted, and the feeling I had just experienced made me want to try it myself. I didn't know what to do. Suddenly, I heard Mom say, "Qin, go take a shower, and then go to sleep quickly. You have school tomorrow."

I silently went to my room, grabbed my underwear, and went to take a shower. After closing the bathroom door, I took off my uniform before taking off my underwear.

Ah! My panties were soaked; it turned out to be the discharge from when he touched me earlier, sticky and fishy.

Then he took off his bra, and in the mirror, although I was only sixteen, my breasts were full, like half a ball.

I was always proud of my fair and tender skin. Looking down, I saw a slender waist, a flat stomach, and below that, a sparse patch of dark hair forming a triangle.

Sigh! Why hadn't I noticed this beautiful body before?

No wonder Uncle got hard just from looking at my breasts. Thinking of Uncle Yang naturally brought to mind his fingers, his tongue, and his hard, hot thing.

I unconsciously touched that area; although there was a strange sensation, it lacked that numb, itchy feeling.

I gently stroked him, moving up and down like him, gradually slowing down and then speeding up, the pleasure gradually increasing, and then faster and faster.

I don't know how much time passed, but my whole body trembled, and I realized that my hands were sore and my legs were numb from standing. To avoid my mother nagging me, I quickly took a shower, went back to my room, and lay down to sleep, but the more I thought about it, the less I could fall asleep.

Not long after, Mom came to bed too. I didn't dare move, pretending to be asleep. A moment later, I heard Mom get out of bed.

She quietly left without turning on the light. A thought flashed through my mind; Mom wasn't trying to avoid waking me, she must have thought I was asleep and was going to find Uncle Yang again.

She finally left, and as soon as she stepped out the door, I quietly got up. She went to the living room, where Uncle Yang was already waiting.

The two of them hugged and shared a long kiss, then sat down on the sofa.

Uncle Yang naturally took off his clothes first, and the image from the evening appeared before my eyes again. It was just as firm, just as magnificent, standing proudly between his legs, defiantly challenging me.

Then he took off Mom's pajamas. Although Mom was in her thirties, her slender figure was still so alluring. Mom's measurements were just right, giving a symmetrical and full visual beauty. Then she took off her bra, and two full breasts were suddenly revealed, twice the size of mine, but without any sagging.

Yang held one in each hand, stroking them incessantly. I suddenly felt a surge of jealousy. If Mom hadn't come home tonight, maybe he would be playing this game with me right now!

Mom seemed unable to bear too much pleasure and finally made a sound, "Mmm...mmm..."

At the same time, Mom reached for his manhood with one hand and grabbed it. First, he kneaded and squeezed, then moved his fingers up and down, while his other hand automatically pulled down her panties.

Between her legs was a patch of dark pubic hair, much thicker than mine.

Two naked people embraced, him on top, her on the bottom, still playing with each other, both moaning.

Yang seemed to know I was peeking, intentionally prolonging the act, deliberately turning her private parts outwards, as if to let me see more clearly.

The sight of the two now made my heart pound. He inserted his fingers into her body, in and out, while she automatically spread her legs, her hips moving up and down in rhythm with his movements. After a while, she said, "Xing San, put it in, it's so uncomfortable!"

"Okay, but let's try something different today?"

"Fine! Whatever you want, good man, hurry up and put it in!"

"Okay, you're on top, this is called pouring the wax, have you ever done this with that bastard?"

"Hmph! That bastard is a born lecher, he wants to try everything, he even bought a lot of weird things to liven things up, good man, let's not talk about this, I can't stand it!"

After saying that, he indeed lay down on his back, his thing standing high, Mom used her hand to straighten it, rode on top, and let out a soft "Mmm!" His thing slid in, and then he started moving up and down.

As she moved up and down, her two large breasts swayed back and forth, making my legs weak. Involuntarily, I slipped my right hand inside her panties and touched them.

Oh dear! Just like when he touched me that afternoon, she was very wet. My hand moved in sync with her movements; she moved fast, I moved fast; she moved slow, I moved slow. Then I heard her say, "Good for you, you're really good. It feels so good today. I just felt a tingling sensation... oh... so good, oh... I can't move... you move!"

After saying that, she lay on top of him, motionless. Because of this, a strange sight appeared before my eyes. From behind, it looked as if her vagina had swallowed a large sausage, most of it inside, leaving only the base, but with weeds growing at the lower end of the base.

Seeing she was motionless, he flipped her over, then stood up again. They remained together, her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs clamped around his waist.

He supported her hips with his hands, pacing back and forth in the living room, thrusting with each step, and she moaned softly with each thrust.

After countless laps, he finally laid her back on the sofa, lifted her legs onto his shoulders, and began thrusting forcefully.

The sofa creaked with each thrust, and after a while, he stopped, and almost simultaneously, they both let out a long sigh.

"Good job, San…you were really amazing today! I had three orgasms, it felt so good!"

"How does it compare to your deadbeat?"

"Why do you keep bringing up that deadbeat? You know what he's capable of. That time you two went to seduce a singer, he told me everything afterwards. You saw it for yourself, why are you asking me?"

Yang exclaimed in surprise, "What? He actually told you about that time you two went to seduce the singer! Actually, he was quite impressive that time. He said he'd go first, and I just watched, but his performance was..." "It was so exciting, I couldn't resist asking that singer to eat my dick out of me."

He paused, then continued, "And he was still working hard, getting more and more vigorous, until he finally got me all worked up. Just then, he finished, and I took over. Honestly, he's got quite a few tricks up his sleeve!"

Mom rolled her eyes, but he smiled and said, "Actually, that was nothing. He said there was another time when the two of you actually wanted to come to my house to play with me, is that true?"

"It's not a bad thing, isn't it? We're already in the swing of things, aren't we? Actually, a threesome is more fun. If you had the chance to try it, you'd probably love it!" "

No way! It's so embarrassing to have someone watching while we're having sex!"

Yang laughed heartily. "Haha...no way! Having someone watching adds to the fun. They can even participate! If it's a threesome of two men and one woman, the woman is the most comfortable, and the man is the most excited. If it's a threesome of two women and one man, the man is incredibly comfortable. How about we try it sometime?"

Mom seemed to be persuaded, because she didn't answer immediately. She thought silently for a while before shyly saying, "Okay! But this kind of thing must be kept a secret. If others find out, it'll be terrible."

"Don't worry, my dear!"

"It's late, and I'm so tired today, I want to sleep!" Mom said, standing up. As soon as she stood up, she said, "Oh dear, my back aches and my head hurts, it's all your fault."

"Don't blame others after getting the benefits. You didn't even know how hard you were working on top just now. Actually, I wanted to go again. Look, it's hard again."

Sure enough, his thing was hard again, and it seemed bigger than before. She touched it with her hand, lowered her head, and gently kissed it, saying, "Good little brother, come again tomorrow night. I really can't take it today..."

After saying that, Mom went to get dressed. I was afraid she would find out. I quickly went back to my room and pretended to be asleep. A little while later, she went back to her room, got into bed, and fell asleep.

The next day, although I still went to school, I was even worse than yesterday because I kept thinking about Uncle Yang waiting for me at the school gate.

I barely made it through the four morning classes, then used a headache as an excuse to ask my homeroom teacher for half a day off. As soon as I stepped out of the school gate, I saw Uncle Yang standing in front of the ice cream shop.

My heart skipped a beat. I wanted to ignore him, but I couldn't help myself and walked towards the shop. Then I thought, "What if a teacher or classmate sees me?"

So I walked ahead, and Yang followed behind. We walked like this, one in front of the other, for quite a while, until we were quite far from the school.

I slowed my pace, and he walked beside me, asking where I was going. I said I didn't know. He said, "Ah Qin, I'll take you to a good place."

He then hailed a taxi and told the driver to take me to Xin Xin Department Store. I wondered, what for at Xin Xin Department Store?

When the car arrived at the department store, we got out. He walked straight to the women's clothing section, took my hand, pointed to a dress and said to me, "Qin, this dress is nice, why don't you try it on?"

He didn't care whether I agreed or not, and asked the sales assistant to bring it down so I could try it on.

To be honest, that dress was really pretty. After I put it on in the fitting room, I came out.

I looked at myself in the mirror, and the dress fit perfectly. In the mirror, I saw a beautiful young woman.

"Qin, this dress is like it was tailor-made. You look absolutely gorgeous in it. Just buy it," Uncle Yang said with a smile.

I didn't say anything because it fit me well. He told the clerk to put my uniform and schoolbag in a large tote bag.

Uncle Yang paid the bill, then took my hand, and as soon as we left the department store, he hailed a taxi.

Before I could even hear where we were going, the car sped away, turning left and right for a while before stopping at an alleyway on Zhongshan North Road.

He led me into a hotel. I didn't know what a hotel was, so I just silently followed him.

It turned out the hotel had many rooms, and someone led us to one.

This room was really nice; it had air conditioning, a soft carpet that made no sound when you walked on it, and bathroom facilities. Although the room wasn't very big, it was very well-equipped. There was a large bed, like a sponge, and strangely, there were large mirrors at the headboard and along one side of the bed.

Besides the bed, there were two sofas, a telephone, and… well, many other daily necessities—it was extremely well-equipped.

Seeing me looking around, he asked if I wanted to eat something first.

Honestly, I hadn't eaten anything since leaving school; my lunchbox was still in my bag. His question made me a little hungry. So I replied, "Okay!"

"What do you want to eat?"

"Anything!"

He picked up the phone, as if giving orders, and said, "Send two A-grade meals, and a bottle of Shaoxing wine." He

hung up, hugged me tightly, kissed me on the cheek, and said, "There's plenty of time, lie down for a bit!"

I lay down, and noticed he was staring at me. My new dress was very alluring, almost completely exposing my thighs.

I was confident my thighs were quite shapely and long, and thought, "He touched them yesterday, so what's wrong with him looking now?" But

after a while, he lay down next to me and started stroking my thighs.

I wanted to push him away, but I was too lazy to move. Seeing that I didn't refuse, his hand gradually moved upwards, finally touching me outside my panties.

His actions aroused both arousal and itchiness in me. Just then, there was a knocking sound at the door.

He quickly stood up to open it. It turned out to be someone delivering food, divided into two portions.

The person placed the food down and left, then locked the door again.

I was delighted to see that there was a total of 41 bowls of soup, fruit, and cold drinks. He poured two glasses of wine and handed me one.

I'd never drunk alcohol before, but out of curiosity, I took a small sip. It was spicy, so I handed it back to him, saying, "I don't dare drink alcohol, it's too spicy. You drink it yourself, I'm hungry, can I eat something first?"

"Okay, you eat first."

He finished both glasses of wine and quickly ate his food, finishing his portion in no time.

I couldn't eat that much, and he seemed to see through me, smiling and saying, "Qin, it's okay if you can't finish, just leave it there." So

I stopped eating and picked up a towel to wipe my mouth. He said again, "Come on, Qin, eat and rest for a bit."

I sat silently, and he pulled me to the bed. We both lay down, and he hugged me gently, asking, "Qin, did you peep again last night?"

"Who peeped? You two were so open in the living room, the door wasn't even closed, how is that peeping?"

He pinched my cheek and said, "Actually, sometimes these things are even more enjoyable with a third party around!"

"No way I'd believe you!"

"Don't talk nonsense, it's true. Sex is a supreme enjoyment and art, and having someone watching adds to the fun."

"If that's the case, next time you and Mom are having sex, I'll barge in and watch, and see if you two feel embarrassed?"

"Don't rush, after I successfully persuade you, we'll be a trio, I guarantee we'll have a blast. You saw it last night, right? I'm more than capable of handling two women.

" "What's so fun about that kind of thing?"

"Of course it's fun! Didn't you see your mother humming with pleasure?"

As he spoke, his hand started groping under my skirt again. After a while, as if the clothes were getting in the way, he took off his dress

. Instantly, I was half-naked. Honestly, my skin was fair and delicate. He stared at me, wide-eyed. After a long while, he said, "Oh my! Such fair skin, like cream! Like mother, like daughter."

I gave him a shy glare, but secretly I was quite pleased with myself!

He hurriedly got out of bed and quickly stripped naked, his manhood standing erect.

He couldn't wait any longer, and immediately pressed himself against me, his hand reaching behind my back to expertly remove my bra.

Suddenly, my breasts were before him—no, they were in his mouth, for he already had one in his mouth, his left hand groping the other, his hand moving downwards, groping my inner thighs, his mouth constantly sucking, making my heart race.

I involuntarily swayed from side to side, and unexpectedly, a miracle occurred. The mirror beside the bed displayed a breathtaking scene.

The sight of him suckling my breasts not only felt good, but it was also incredibly amusing and pleasing to the eye. There was a mirror on the opposite headboard, and from the different angle, I could see his naked back and his strong, muscular body.

At that moment, his hard erection was bumping against my thigh, tickling me.

I unconsciously hugged his body tightly, trying to grab his penis with one hand. Unexpectedly, once I grabbed it, I couldn't bear to let go; it was throbbing in my hand!

Then, as if stimulated, he hurriedly pulled down my panties and began kneading my genitals.

Next, he lowered his head and kissed my pubic area, kissing downwards until he finally reached a sensitive spot I had never known before.

He extended his tongue and gently sucked, first up and down, then in and out, continuously sucking.

A tingling sensation washed over me, and I naturally arched my hips, moving in sync with his actions.

After a while, the tingling sensation gradually intensified, accompanied by a new desire to be penetrated.

At this moment, he placed a pillow under my buttocks, then climbed between my legs and asked me to hold his penis between my thighs, instructing me to rub it gently. He said, "Qin, it might hurt a little the first time for a girl, but once it's inside, it won't hurt anymore. Try to relax as much as possible, and slowly insert it with your hand. I won't use any force. I want you to enjoy sexual pleasure from the very first time." "

I don't know how to do it," I said shamefully, letting go of his hand. "I don't know how..." "

Then let me do it, don't be nervous," he reassured me.

Yang gently rubbed for a while, then thrust his hips forward and inserted halfway. A sharp pain shot through me, and I cried out, "Ouch... Uncle Yang... please... be gentle... it hurts so much..."

He covered my mouth with his hand, then thrust his hips forward, penetrating my thin hymen even further. This time, the pain almost made me faint. Tears streamed down my face as I punched him in the chest, crying out in utter distress, "...Ah...you devil...you tricked me...it hurts so much...I don't want to...stop playing...don't move anymore...it hurts so much..."

He comforted me and stopped, saying, "Okay, okay, the pain is over. Didn't I say after suffering comes happiness? The pleasure is yet to come, so don't move anymore."

After a while, the pain finally subsided, and I could only feel that thing throbbing inside.

Although he stopped his lower body movements, his hands continued to grope me from front to back and from top to bottom.

My heart was tingling and itchy from his teasing, and I forgot the pain. My lower body began to move slowly, no longer as tense as before.

"Is it better now?" he asked softly again.

"Mmm!"

Yang knew the time had come and began to move again, gently thrusting in and out, bringing a wonderful sensation I had never experienced before.

Every time he withdrew, I felt as if I were falling into a bottomless abyss; every time he thrust in, I felt as if I were ascending to a blissful paradise, incomparably happy.

After about a hundred thrusts, an indescribable dazed state spread throughout my body, and with a tremor, my vaginal fluids were released. He then increased the speed.

"Ugh...ugh...hum...hum...gently...slower...slower...hum...hum..."

Although I was moaning like this, I was no longer in pain. On the contrary, my vagina was itchier and needed his hard thrusting to satisfy me. I stretched out my arms and hugged him tightly, my buttocks swaying incessantly: "Oh...Mommy...so beautiful...so comfortable...I didn't know...this thing is so fun...ugh..."

"Baby, it doesn't hurt now, does it feel good?"

"Mmm...it doesn't hurt...it's beautiful...so comfortable...dear brother...ugh...ugh...ugh..."

"Little slut, don't rush, you have to enjoy this slowly, you'll have plenty of pleasure later."

He hugged me tightly, and I could hardly breathe.

"Oh...it's so beautiful...it's killing me...no wonder Mother wants...want to play with you...want to cheat on you...ah..."

"You're a little slut too, I won't let you off today."

He held my buttocks, a thick, hard thing inside me, thrusting hard, making me feel both numb and itchy, waves of pleasure washing over me.

I gasped, "Ah...my...oh my...hum...hum...I need to...pee...ah...pee...it feels so good...ah...it's flowing out..."

He launched another rapid attack, and with a final tremor, he lay motionless on top of me, and I calmed down from the intense pleasure.

The room was quiet now, without a sound, and fatigue gradually washed over me, and I soon fell asleep.

I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly I felt no pressure on my body. I opened my eyes and saw that he had gotten up, so I sat up too. He asked me, "Qin, do you want to take a bath?"

I felt sticky all over, so I said, "Sure."

"Let's go, let's bathe together."

He pulled me towards the bathroom. This bathroom was really beautiful, pink. He turned on the water and pulled me into the tub.

We sat on opposite sides, it was so much fun. Just now he was so smug, but now he was drooping and floating with the water, soft and fluffy like a deflated balloon.

Thinking of the wonderful feeling it had given me, I felt a little fond of it from the bottom of my heart. This wonderful thing had transformed me from a girl into a woman, and in the process, it was so comfortable.

I wasn't sad at all about losing my virginity. In fact, I even thought that if one day we could really be a threesome like he described, it would be quite an experience.

Thinking about this, I couldn't help but touch my private parts. Ouch! It still hurts a little. When he saw me groan, he asked with concern, "What's wrong? Qin, tell me

, were you comfortable just now?" "Hmph! You were the one who was comfortable. Now you have two women, you can play with whichever one you like."

"Oh! My little darling, why are you jealous? Don't you think about your mother? She's in her thirties, the prime of her life, she needs me right now. I love you, but I can't abandon her. You have to have some sympathy for her!"

I rolled my eyes at him and said with a coquettish smile, "Okay, whatever you say, you're right. I've already taken her, how can I not listen to you? But, besides us, you can't have any other women!"

"My little jealous pot, sweetheart, I won't, don't worry!"

"Hurry up and shower, it's getting late, I need to go home," I urged.

Looking at my watch, it was already five o'clock. Neither of us dared to linger. He dressed, and I changed back into my uniform; the dress was in a bag. He said, "Qin, I'll take the dress home; I'll say it's a gift for you. Don't reveal what happened today yet. When the time is right, I will reveal it, and I will keep my promise and hold a three-person meeting. Go on!"

I was still in my school uniform, not daring to lift my head. As I walked out of the hotel, he hailed a car to take me home, gave me a hundred dollars, and then left.

When I got home, the house was empty, but as soon as I entered my room, my mother returned. Thank goodness; five minutes later would have been terrible. Half an hour later, he returned, shouting, "Meishi, look! I bought a dress for Aqin. It's so pretty! Quickly tell Aqin to try it on! Aqin, come on, try it on and see if it fits. If it doesn't, we can exchange it!"

Hearing his performance, I almost laughed, so I came out of my room. My mother, standing beside me, said, "Aqin, quickly thank Uncle Yang!"

"Yes, Mom! Thank you, Uncle."

I grabbed the dress and went into my room to try it on. Why bother? I'd already worn everything. But for the sake of the performance, I had to try it on again.

Once dressed, I immediately feigned ecstatic joy, ran to the living room, and even twirled around in the middle of the room, the hem of my skirt billowing up, clearly revealing my thighs.

Mom looked at him and said, "Third son, I didn't expect you to be so good at buying clothes! They fit perfectly, like they were custom-made."

I then performed another trick, running over to hug his head and giving him a big kiss on the cheek. This little drama finally ended.

After dinner, everyone watched TV in the living room. Because I was too tired from the day, I went to my room to sleep first.

In a few days, it would be the junior high school graduation exam. My grades were usually pretty good, but lately I'd been feeling unsettled, so how could I concentrate on my studies?

When the exam results came out, I passed everything except Chinese. But since Chinese is a core subject, failing it means not graduating, so I had to retake it. There were so many texts and idioms to memorize—how could I possibly keep up?

Oh right, I'll just go find the Chinese teacher. Hasn't he been staring at me like that lately?

I bet he's up to no good, but who cares what he's up to? I'm not exactly a saint anymore, and besides, Mr. Wang is known as a genius at school. It wouldn't be bad to have a go at a genius's place!

Having made up my mind, I went to school the next day after school and went straight to his singles' dorm. I tried to walk in without knocking, but someone beat me to it. I saw everything from the window.

It was Xin Anni.

Anni's grades weren't great either, especially Chinese, which was her biggest headache. She was usually lively and energetic, very beautiful, but just like me, quite a gossip. Anni was about 170cm tall and a precocious girl. I heard that she had a crush on a biology teacher in her first year of junior high, and later even gave herself to him.

In reality, this teacher-student relationship was doomed to fail, and Annie herself knew that things might be different if she were still in high school. The scandal of this teacher-student romance finally spread throughout the school, and the biology teacher, under pressure, had no choice but to give up his teaching job and go to America.

After that, Annie became a prominent figure on campus. She liked to wear mini skirts, deliberately showing off her slender, snow-white thighs, and sometimes male teachers would stare at her intentionally or unintentionally. Annie's precocious breasts were also exceptionally full, unmatched by any other girl in the school, not to mention the younger girls. Sometimes, Annie would deliberately wear a low-cut bra to tease the male teacher during PE class. After seeing this, the teacher's breasts would bulge, causing whispers among the other female students.

At this moment, Annie struck a very alluring pose in front of the teacher. She first took off her uniform, immediately revealing her full breasts, which were indeed covered by a low-cut bra.

The teacher stared, his face flushed.

Annie then removed her bra, revealing her two large breasts, which bounced in front of the teacher. He exclaimed "Ah!" and immediately began to fondle them.

Annie let out a soft cry, swaying her body from side to side.

Then he licked her nipples with his tongue, and Annie cupped her breasts with her hands, looking down at his assault on her breasts.

"Ah! Mmm... Ah... It feels so good... Suck harder... Suck again... Bite harder... It's delicious... Oh... Ah..."

His hands started to wander. He pulled down her short skirt, revealing her two smooth, delicate, pinkish-white thighs.

He began to caress and stroke her, from her calves to her thighs, and then to her buttocks. Annie's buttocks swayed wildly after his teasing.

Soon, Annie's panties were pulled down by the teacher, revealing that alluring triangle.

At this moment, I felt my genitals were already wet, my inner thighs warm and sticky.

My blood vessels were dilating, my blood was boiling.

After some groping, the teacher finally stood up, his arms encircling her plump buttocks, occasionally parting Annie's labia to reveal her anus and vagina to me.

They pressed tightly together, Annie gripping his penis tightly with one hand, teasing it vigorously.

They exchanged tongues, Annie's eyes half-closed, and I saw saliva dripping from her chin. Her inner thighs were wet, presumably from the lustful fluids flowing from her vagina.

Then Annie pushed him away, pulled down his trousers and underwear, leaving them both completely naked.

She took the teacher's penis into her mouth, and I saw him whimper, probably from the intense pleasure. I really wanted to join in, but I was afraid that being too abrupt would backfire and be counterproductive.

His penis was thick and large, and Annie's mouth was swollen and bulging, so it went in very deep.

After a while of playing around, the teacher started to ride on top.

Annie ran, and he inserted his penis from behind.

She moaned, "Mmm...oh...dear...dear...teacher...brother, I...feel...so...good...your...big...penis...feels...so...good...harder...thrust...in..."

He thrust in and out, left and right, his penis covered in white precum, and the sound of wetness filled the air.

After about a hundred thrusts, they changed positions, with

the teacher lying on his back and Annie sitting up. She aimed the penis at her vagina and then sat down hard.

"Ah... um..." Annie cried out, probably because of the pleasure, her hips swayed quite vigorously, her two large breasts moving with it.

He stretched out his green claws and immediately grabbed them. His palm was big, but her breasts were even bigger, he could only grasp half of one.

Annie was already drenched in sweat, the sweat from her back running down her spine into her buttocks, then mingling with her vaginal fluids, making the sounds of stroking the penis even louder.

"Um... oh... I'm... going to heaven, ah... so beautiful... heavenly... good penis... feels so good... so... good... ah... I... I... ah..."

She had clearly reached orgasm, and soon she indeed lay prone on top of him, motionless.

Ten minutes later, Annie dressed and hurriedly left.

When she saw me, her face flushed, probably feeling guilty. She softly said "Okay!" and left. She probably understood my purpose, and we both kept quiet about it.

This whole scene was incredibly exciting. I composed myself slightly and then knocked on the door.

The teacher opened it.

He looked somewhat flustered, and his clothes were disheveled.

He said, "You...you wanted to see me?" Clearly, he felt guilty.

Actually, I had already seen everything. I just didn't want to expose his trick, and besides, I wanted to have sex with him later!

I knew that the teacher hadn't ejaculated when he was having sex with Annie, and he must be feeling very uncomfortable now. I needed to tease him properly, to be seductive enough to make him lose control. That way, my purpose would be easier to achieve.

I secretly glanced at his genitals, and sure enough, it was hard and erect, his trousers like an umbrella.

He noticed me looking at it and seemed a little embarrassed, deliberately changing the subject.

"Xiuqin! The weather's nice today, why aren't you at home studying or out playing? What brings you here to see your teacher?"

"No one comes here without a reason!" I paused, deliberately beating around the bush.

"Just now… I think I saw Xin Anni?"

"Ah!" The teacher panicked.

"Actually, I saw her too," I said. He was now furious.

He pressed me for my business, but I didn't dare answer directly, so I gave a vague reply: "I came to see your teacher, everyone says you're a talented scholar!" I again changed the subject.

"That's just a nickname my colleagues gave me. If he were truly a talented man, how come he doesn't even have a wife yet?"

"That's because you have too high standards, teacher. Maybe you should marry a talented woman!"

He said with a hint of regret, "Don't joke around. When I was younger, I was more picky, but now I don't have any requirements. As long as she's a woman, that's fine. You're still young. You don't know how pitiful it is to be without a home. You don't even have anywhere to go after work, let alone find comfort."

"How can I comfort you? Can I do my part for you, teacher?" I said, seizing the opportunity.

After speaking, I deliberately leaned back, knowing that this would make my chest look more prominent, and naturally, my legs parted slightly.

Sure enough, he fell for it. His eyes stared straight at me, up and down, as if trying to see through me. I knew he had taken the bait. So I sat up straight and asked him, "Teacher, could you let me pass the make-up exam? My mom will kill me if I don't graduate."

He was engrossed in his reading and was suddenly interrupted by my question, which seemed to spoil the mood. However, judging from my actions, he seemed to have guessed my purpose. He said, "Passing isn't difficult, it just depends on how you treat your teacher."

"I'll do whatever you say, teacher,"

he said with a sly smile. "Xin Anni was very good to me just now, but unfortunately, I didn't have an climax yet, so you'll take over her unfinished business."

"Okay, how should I finish what she didn't finish?"

He didn't know how to answer for a moment, but after thinking for a while, he immediately said, "Promise me you'll make love with me for an hour."

"An hour? How can that be? Oh! I see, you're bad!" I said dramatically.

"No! I'm not bad. You don't know that for over forty years, I haven't tasted a woman's touch. I dare not go to those brothels. Whenever I can't help myself, I can only relieve myself by masturbating. Today, Xin Anni came to tease me, and I couldn't control myself. She promised to masturbate for me. In the middle of it, who knew you would scare her away."

Hearing his words and seeing the pained expression on his face, I felt sorry for him, so I went to close the door.

He pulled me and made me sit on his lap. I could feel it; his thing was acting up!

He kissed me, one hand groping under my legs. It was itchy, but strangely pleasant. I was getting a little passionate.

Suddenly I remembered the purpose of my trip; I needed a guarantee. So I gently pushed him away and said, "Teacher, I had to retake the exam..."

Before I could finish, he interrupted, "I'll give you 80 points, as long as you let me touch you, let me see you, and help me..."

So I took the initiative to hug him, kiss him, and spread my legs to make it easier for him to advance.

But he stopped. He made me lie down and took off my underwear.

He just looked and touched me, then pulled my hand to his private parts, which were hard.

He began his second wave of attack, the first wave with Xin Anni.

I helped him disarm, and the teacher was immediately standing naked in front of me.

His penis trembled incessantly, covered with a layer of white, sticky fluid, half-dry; I thought it must be Anni's secretions.

I tried to grasp it with my hand, then took the glans into my mouth and began to stroke it up and down.

"Yes! Yes! Ah... ah..." he moaned comfortably.

The two testicles on his penis, covered in dense hair, bounced with my strokes, and I occasionally tapped them lightly with my fingernails.

Then, he forcefully pushed his penis into my mouth; it felt slippery and very stimulating.

This continued for about two minutes before he pushed me to the ground and ordered me to lie face down, with my legs together and thighs clamped tightly.

He said that this way, both of us would feel better when he penetrated me. At first, he couldn't penetrate, so I had to spread my legs to make it easier for him to enter.

Sure enough, his penis slid in all the way, and then he closed my legs, feeling how incredibly tight my vagina was.

"Plop! Squeak! Plop! Squeak!" came the sounds of thrusting.

"Ugh... um... ah... oh... you... thrust... thrust... harder. Darling... I'm going to die... die... you've pierced... my... little... hole..."

I cried out uncontrollably.

"Then... I... good... darling... you... moan... moan... I'm going to... fuck... your... cunt... hole... to death..."

he said, thrusting hard.

I was too high on the ground...

He had to pull his penis out and make me kneel.

I spread my legs wide, my buttocks sticking up high. The teacher first slapped my fat buttocks hard, making me moan, "Ah...good...teacher...brother...it feels good...hit...again...?"

He rubbed my anus with his little finger, which felt incredibly itchy, and then he inserted his penis into my vagina and started thrusting hard.

"Ah...oh...harder...thrust...thrust...to...death..." I couldn't take his onslaught and cried for help.

Seeing how lewd I was, he simply pulled his penis out and aimed it directly at my anus, thrusting it in forcefully.

"Wow! Ah...it hurts...to death...no...no...don't...don't...don't..."

I cried out in pain.

He usually seemed so gentle, how come he showed no mercy when he was with a woman? I didn't even know anus could be played with! "

His penis was thick and long, and I thought my anus was seeing something amazing. It

was probably already split open.

But after a few thrusts, I slowly felt less pain and instead felt a tingling sensation. I felt like his penis was completely filling me up.

His penis kept thrusting into my anus, and he also used two fingers to penetrate my vagina, so both of my holes were being used by him.

"Ah...wow...so...good...too...good...faster...faster...don't...don't...stop...let me...fly...to heaven, use...use...force...fuck...it!"

This continued for five minutes, and then my whole body went numb, and my vaginal fluid gushed out, reaching the climax of my sexual desire.

My consciousness was half-awake and half-drunk, and I almost collapsed."

But the teacher didn't stop; he continued to penetrate my anus. "

He's really something," I thought. He'd played with two young women in a row and still hadn't ejaculated.

Now he made me lie down, grasp my breasts with both hands, and then insert his penis into the cleavage between my breasts, forcefully squeezing my breasts together to clamp his penis, followed by another round of thrusting. "Ah! That feels good, I...I'm almost...almost there."

Soon he released me and told me to use my hands to stroke his penis. He taught me to stroke it up and down, and to do it quickly, so I did. Suddenly, his hand joined mine, stroking faster and faster, and a stream of fluid shot out. He exhaled.

Then he lowered his head and kissed my private parts, making me feel good. But after a while, he stopped. I knew today's task was over. He said, "You'll definitely pass, don't worry. We can only do it once. If you do it again, I'll ruin it for you, and I'll feel guilty for the rest of my life. Go home now and don't come back."

I didn't expect him to say such a thing, and I certainly didn't expect him to tell me to leave. Anyway, I'd already passed, so whether I understood what he said or not didn't matter...

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