Chapter 1: Indulge in the youth

April 4, 2018 A quiet night

In today's "Appreciation of Classical Novels", I accidentally saw a book "Laughter Lin Guangji" on a student's desk. I flipped through it for a while and a lilac poem about a man's surname mocking the man named Ni attracted me, which read:

There was an old poem about lying out a hand gun. Those who mocked the surname Ni recorded it for a smile. The poem says:

Sitting alone in the study and being a wife, this love is not known to outsiders

If you change your left hand to your right hand, you will stop your wife and marry again

One stroke after another, the whole body was itchy and the bones were confused

Every bit of it falls on the ground, all the descendants are surnamed Ni (Ni)

My cheeks heated up and I chuckled. The student probably guessed that I must have seen a yellow joke in the book. He smiled shyly and was at a loss. I put down the book and comforted him softly and said: This book is very good, and it records many ancient people's interests and jokes. After reading after class, it can relieve your mood and the teacher also likes it.

He took the book and stuffed it into the desk, nodding with a red face. I still couldn't call her name, but looking at its handsome face, I felt sincerely friendly, because the sunshine, healthy, youthful and literary temperament emitted by him seemed to bring me back the happy and unforgettable time more than ten years ago...

I turned around and walked back to the podium. The familiar pride and secret joy that was staring from behind with excitement and even hungry eyes spread throughout my body again. I firmly believe that except for the boy just now, all the other boys must be staring at my waist below: round buttocks wrapped in black tight skirts, slender and firm calves, paired with a pair of tulle-like flesh-colored stockings with slightly shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shiny shi

The rhythmic clatter of high heels, as if a harsh wake-up bell, reminding several distracted boys: It’s time to wake up, the mature charm in front of them is fleeting, hurry up and calm down and enjoy this seductive and soul-catching sex

I am more and more enjoying the feeling of being called "sighted" by men. It has a soothing and delicate stimulation that is not available for sex and thrusting. Every pore, every inch of skin, and every sexy belt are on the verge of being ready, highly nervous, afraid of disappointing a pair of hungry eyes

My tone still remains unchanged, elegant and easy-going, professional and serious, but every move is like a carefully designed pose, sometimes noble, sometimes ambiguous, and the students' eyes also follow, sometimes confused, sometimes longing. Every look is an invisible cock for me, inserted into my more hungry pores than them. The originally serious and elegant classroom exudes a sensual atmosphere because of me, but this kind of sensuality, only the freshman who is active in adolescence and the young woman teacher who is deeply trapped in the sea of ​​desire can experience the taste of it.

Every time I walk out of the classroom, my lower body suddenly becomes hot, and a stream of turbidity spreads out, pouring the beautiful peony on my underwear, regardless of wind and rain, and the cold and heat. From the moment I became a teacher in this school, the heat flow never stopped.

At this moment, the underwear with peony was thrown aside. I dragged my body weakly after orgasm, wiping the splashing body fluid everywhere, especially the pool of the diary, which wet the poem in "Laughtering Lin Guangji" above. I read it silently again, and suddenly my thoughts surged, and I also tried to echo a lilac poem about girls masturbating. Since the boy called: Masturbation, then we girls called: Watering the flowers. Okay, let's tease the girl's masturbation.

There is a poem about watering flowers. I mocked a woman who masturbates and recorded it for a smile: I am alone in the empty boudoir and become a husband, what is the secret of this feeling?

He took out his left hand and poked his right hand, and it was like a penis coming in and out.

Touch, rub, and three twitch, so your whole body feels comfortable and itchy

Suddenly my delicate body trembled like a sieve, and the hot and lewd water was covered with the ground

On this quiet night without my husband, this huge dildo is my husband. It is cold and hard, but there are countless warm nights it gives me. I won’t write it anymore. I hug it and go to sleep first, and wait for the real dildo that can replace it tomorrow and make me dream about it!

April 5, 2018 Recall after meal

Rain is falling, lustful

Apricot yellow long windbreaker was slightly blown up by the wind, and a corner of the round buttocks wrapped in red tight skirt flashed out in an instant, adding an ambiguous bright color to the dark long street. The male passerby trotting while hiding from the rain turned back from time to time. I think no one can bear to miss a graceful young woman on this rainy day. I was immersed in the dark joy of being peeped at once, and I couldn't help but speed up my pace. The twisting of the hips became increasingly tempting. The hissing sound of the black stockings on the thighs rubbed quickly and the brisk clattering sound of high heels was like the long whisper of a female cat in heat, making every male cat who missed me lustful heart move.

When I turned the corner and was about to enter the hotel, two workers hiding from the rain gritted their teeth and stared at me fiercely, as if they were about to rush toward the two hungry wolves who were about to rush to the lamb. If it weren't for the downtown area, I think they would have been unable to resist rushing over and completely gang raped and ravaged me. Thinking of this, a hint of excitement arises again

I put away my umbrella, responded to their gaze with my eyes, and then smiled and dusted the little rain on my chest with my hands. I fiddled with my strong breasts like playing a guitar. My big breasts swayed twice, as if I had dropped a bombshell in the hearts of two workers. The two swallowed their saliva, scratched their chests helplessly, and the thing under my crotch soared into the sky. I looked at them again, responded to the winner's giggle, and then walked into the hotel quickly, because I felt that the lust in my body gradually got out of control. If it weren't for a partner waiting to rape my own, I was really afraid that I wouldn't be able to control myself, so I asked the two workers to come and rape me.

When I arrived at the door, I took a deep breath and tried my best to get myself into the role that my partner asked for. I played this seductive scene. The expectation and excitement made me numb and flushed all over. I took out the room card and opened the door tremblingly.

The room was a little dark, and only a light light came in by the window, forming a soft light area on the carpet. I hung my windbreaker and stood in this light area. I looked at the hotel door along the window, and waited for the figure to appear excitedly and uneasy. After a while, I chatted and pulled the curtains up. The room became darker and darker, and the atmosphere was a little depressing. Just as I was about to sit down, there was a slight sound in the suite, breaking the tranquility, a small fire flashed with light, and a serious, cold face appeared behind the fire, and my eyes were engraved on my body like a blade.

I was so scared that I whined softly, leaned against the windowsill, tried to calm down, slowly flashed a smile, looked at him softly, without saying a word, we just looked at each other, as if a confrontation between a hunter and a prey

He took two puffs of cigarettes, then opened the cigarette box in his hand and made a move to make me cigarettes. I sorted out my tight short skirt and walked over with a somewhat stiff but slightly provocative step.

I gently pulled up some of my short skirt and rode on his raised legs. My soft buttocks pressed against his thighs, rubbing them back and forth. Then I reached out and took half of his cigarette, put it on my lips and touched it gently. A rosy lip mark appeared on the cigarette butt. I stuck out my tongue and scratched it around the cigarette butt that still had his wild breath. I licked it. I could feel that he was like a balloon that had expanded to what point, and his whole body was swelling, ready to go.

The muscles on his thighs contracted and trembled rhythmically, making my buttocks tremble left and right

He suddenly stretched out his right hand to wrap around my slender waist, grabbed my fleshy buttocks with his left hand, stood up, pressed his strong and powerful chest against my breasts, and then looked down on his face, shocking me, the lamb with an unresistible look, roaring in his mouth: Is it so difficult!

I threw away the cigarette butts in my hand, shook my head and avoided his lips that were coming over, and responded quickly: Do you like this? Sit down

Hearing my words, he was stunned for a moment. I reached out and gently pressed his shoulder, and said softly: Sit down

He sat down slowly again, breathing heavily, still hanging his serious and cold face.

I turned around and walked towards the sofa next to the window, stroking my long hair to one side, leaning my butt lightly on the armrest of the sofa, and my calves overlapped. The red tight dress on my body looked like a brush, outlining my already plump and mature body more and more symmetrical and attractive. The dark and deep hole in front of the short skirt is the most implicit white space hidden in my watercolor painting.

My eyes have never left him. I know what kind of eyes should be used to seduce and seduce a man. The affectionate line is mixed with charming charm. I have been very good at using this kind of eyes for several years.

Immediately afterwards, I held my ankles with both hands, and then slid step by step deep into my thighs. The short skirt had been pushed under my hips, piled up layers of wrinkles, forming a strong visual contrast with the smooth and beautiful buttocks wrapped in black silk.

I slightly raised my butt, continued to push the hem of the skirt to my waist, then clamped the edges of the stockings with my hands, slowly and at a constant speed, the black stockings were taken down. The lavender narrow-edged lace panties gradually exposed to the suffocating and lustful air, as if the fuse was ignited, and finally ignited his desire. Just as I just took off the stockings under my buttocks, the man rushed over with a complete anger.

In my exclamation, he grabbed my hair roughly and threw it on the opposite wall. Before I could turn around and beg for mercy, he pressed my neck tightly with his left hand to prevent me from turning back. His right hand pulled my stockings like a hungry wolf tearing the rotten meat, and a loud noise... Hissing sounds resounded throughout the house.

I felt that the stockings had been torn and were full of holes, hanging alone in the air. Then he suddenly reached into my crotch, grabbed the strips of the underwear that protected the private parts, and pulled them out fiercely. With a bang, the underwear was torn apart from the middle and turned into two ragged cloth strips, hanging around my waist. I suddenly felt a coolness under my crotch, the vagina tightened suddenly, and a small stream of heat flowed out. His big hand rubbed and rubbed there rudely. After a while, the entire private parts were covered with semen. I subconsciously exclaimed twice again. Who would have thought that this once again stimulated his desire for beasts.

He grabbed my shoulder, dragged me to the bed, and then pushed me hard, and I fell down on the bed

I felt the cool breeze sweeping across my butt and vagina, my head was buzzing, my heart was filled with fear but mixed with a hint of excitement and expectation, but before I could breathe well, I was on my back with a few strokes. I turned around in panic and saw his belt waving in his hand, and the scorching pain spread throughout his body instantly.

He then jumped onto the bed, raised his hand and slapped me again, slapped my face back, and took my hands tightly behind my back, tightly clamped with a belt, I suddenly lost the ability to resist, and tears of pain and humiliation flashed in my eyes. I only felt like a lotus flower knocked down by the autumn rain, delicate and pitiful, but I understand better that the more I am, the more it stimulates his desire to conquer, and the real destruction has just begun!

After tying my hand, he untied his pants. Although I couldn't see it, I felt a domineering and magnificent aura surging from behind. I knew that the mighty and stubborn thing was out of the cage. The small tender pussy under my crotch shook twice. The two thick labia were blown away by the slut, and the dignity and shame of being a wife and mother in my body that should have remained in my body was instantly submerged by lust that had been suppressed for several days.

I struggled twice like a symbol, waving my most proud buttocks back and forth at him. I remember my husband once held his fat buttocks and sighed: When I hugged it, there would be a kind of warmth of lying in my mother's arms when I was a child. Your butt is plump but not greasy, and your skin is smoother than the skin on your face. When you touch it, it seems like it has been melted, which is better than all the massage equipment you have used. There is always a girl-like flush hanging on the tips of both buttocks, and it never fades away. Your buttocks are dead, and you will be romantic even if you become a ghost!

The person behind me is not my husband, but I believe that when he faces my slutty buttocks, he will definitely empathize with my husband.

Sure enough, he rudely opened my buttocks with his left hand, held the penis with his right hand, aimed at the bud that was already hungry and thirsty, and suddenly pierced. I didn't recover in one breath, my mouth wide open but couldn't scream. I suddenly raised my upper body and stretched my back into a big arc.

He reached out to cover my little mouth, shook the wolf's waist, and started a sprint and thrust like a garlic, occupying my body in the most rude and cruel way. It was obviously the most insulting rape, but I felt happy and even a little grateful, because my purpose was achieved...

After fucking me for more than a hundred times, he slowed down his pace a little. My meat hole that had not been opened for many days was like a land where the drought was raining. The huge comfort reached the heart of the flower, and then spread throughout his body. He untied my belt and turned my head around. He kissed me wildly, which did not allow me to breathe. His hot and powerful tongue broke through my lips and stirred strongly in my mouth. At the same time, one hand reached in from the collar, ripped off my underwear and rubbed my breasts. This was a kind of rubbing without pity and enjoyment. It was all conquest and possession, as if it was declared over and over again: You are a slut, everything you have is mine, don't try to escape resistance in my hands!

After kissing me for a while, he pressed my head again and showed his might. The thick meat stick continued to stir and roll in my tender pussy. Every sprint and fucking was like a tonic, alleviating my infilled sensual torture for more than ten years. I knew that after he fucked, it would be a period of hunger and patience for unknown amounts of time, but I had been used to it. I just wanted to enjoy the comfort of the moment. I tried to get rid of the control of lust again and again, but I was frustrated every time. I lost my love for this and fell into a fatal trap for this. My will was slowly worn out. So, just like a celebrity said: Since I can't resist, enjoy it.

I can still accompany my lovely son and engage in the career I love, but I can even part of my life and give it to lustful sex, and add a desire and shame to me. Part of me has become what I once hated extremely. However, time has passed, I compromised, indulged, and accepted my fate. I am still an excellent people's teacher, but I have added a lewd prefix. How big is it?

He didn't know the most private thoughts in my heart, and he was still randomly checking wildly. My pussy became hotter and hotter, tightly wrapped around a huge penis that was not commensurate with his size. He was obviously fucked in a mess, but every time he sucked his penis, he reluctantly, for fear of losing it forever.

He felt the contraction and sucking of my buds. The huge stimulation made the penis start to tremble obviously. He straightened his waist without pause, fucked me wildly dozens of times, and then suddenly pressed my shoulders tightly, rushed forward with a sharper abdomen, hitting my buttocks, making the loudest sound.

The big cock trembled quickly in my vagina twice. I felt a torrent rushing toward my palace gate. In an instant, the whole vagina felt a numbness and itchyness, spreading all over my body along the most sensitive area next to the uterus. I bit the bed sheet with my mouth, eased the huge torrent of the climax. I closed my eyes and savored every second after the climax. In fact, it was only three days since the last time. But for me, it seemed like three years, I really wanted to remember all the lustful and comfortable feeling, because I was not sure, next, should I have to endure it again?

He turned around and sat back on the chair and continued to smoke, but his eyes were softer, and I felt a little cool, so I curled up in a ball of lying on my side, staring at the vaginal fluid stained on the bed sheet, and a smile that I shouldn't have after being raped.

After smoking a cigarette, he stood up and picked up my windbreaker, threw it on me, and said in a low voice: Your clothes

After saying that, I walked into the bathroom. After a minute, I stretched my head out and looked at me naked. It happened to meet my gaze. The two of them looked at each other for a few seconds, and then they all suddenly burst into laughter. I jumped out of the bed, rushed to him trotting, hugged him tightly, gave a French wet kiss, and said with a giggle: Brother Jun, how did the girl perform just now?

His hand rubbed my butt and exclaimed: Oh, it's great, Zhiyi, it's much better than Tang Wei in the movie, and your figure is ten times better than her! Thank you for your hard work, baby, does your back still hurt?

I said coquettishly: Of course it hurts! You have many bad ideas in your mind, and you actually remember the plot in the movie, but I was really excited. I almost laughed just now.

He pinched my buttocks twice and said with a smile: Zhiyi, brother, there are many ideas that make you excited. As long as you serve me, the second husband and this third husband, you will be happy in the future! As he said that, he picked up my hand and touched the penis that was still full of aura even though it was soft. I smiled and cursed and hugged him. The two of them took a spring bath with mandarin ducks.

The phone at the head of the bed was "Lust and Caution" directed by Ang Lee, which happened to be the first bed scene between Wang Jiazhi and Mr. Yi, but we had no time to re-watch it because he and I were playing the second sex scene in "Lust and Caution"

The man on me is not my ideal companion. He is ordinary and taller than me, but I am increasingly unable to live without him

In my life of depravity and compromise, only he can give me enough satisfaction and treatment, because he has the powerful sexual ability to indulge me, and there are also the interesting sexual creativity that comes out from time to time. I have never loved him, and he may have never loved me. We are just in a common world of indulgence, relying on and appreciating each other, and satisfying each other's hobbies and desires, and it is done with the support of my husband. Every time I think of this, I feel extremely absurd and ironic...