Three of the reasons were: the first was that the price was even; the second was that the mirror was very beautiful; and the third was that the young male clerk in the store was very handsome and had a crush on her, and she had a crush on him. The third reason may also have contributed precisely to the first. He had a special liking for her, so he sold it to her at a particularly flat price.
He also delivered the mirror himself and mounted it on the wall of the room for her.
Annie really wished he would ask her out and be a friend. But he didn’t offer. He didn’t offer, and she was too embarrassed to bring it up; she was female after all.
Maybe, in a few days, she’d try his store again for something.
Anne looked into the large mirror and slowly took her clothes off, admiring the beauty of the mirror as she did so. Originally, a mirror was a mirror, just a big piece of glass with mercury on the back, it was all pretty much the same. The beauty lies in the frame of the mirror. This frame is very beautiful, very ancient flavor, is wooden, carving is very complex, is painted gold, as if bronze, in fact, is wooden.
Anne stripped off all her clothes and stood in front of the mirror, lifting one leg up and resting it on the back of one of the chairs in front of the mirror. With her leg raised, she could see a part of herself that she normally could not see. Although this mysterious place is not usually shown to others, there are some parts of this place that even she could not see even if she wanted to. It was the bottom of her pussy, which could only be seen when she looked in the mirror. There was a birthmark next to it, a brownish color, which contrasted strongly with the soft white color of the legs next to it, and although this part of her pussy was already very dark in color, this birthmark was even darker than the darker color of her pussy. She looked at herself in this way and wondered once again if her lover or husband would be disgusted by the sight of it in the future. How beautiful the rest of her body was, perhaps it could make up for it? She was still a virgin and had never had this experience, so she could not be sure.
Suddenly, a man appeared in the mirror, surprising her. Although this is the man who sold the mirror to her, she is like him, but in this situation appeared, but still make her very embarrassed, she hastily as far as possible with both hands to cover the upper and lower parts, one side said, “you …… how did you come in?”
He just made a mysterious smile at her.
She turned around and said, “You can’t just barge in like that-” She couldn’t continue halfway through the sentence because there was no one behind her. She thought the mirror was a reflection, so his person must be behind her, but it turned out no one was there.
She turned her head back again, but still saw him in the mirror.
He held out his hand and said, “Come on, come with me, I’ll make you very happy!”
As if hypnotized, she couldn’t help but reach out to catch his hand. That was how she was dragged inside the mirror. Anne found that inside the mirror was another marvelous realm.
It was an infinite place, and turning back she could no longer see her room, and the floor was white and softly carpeted, and as far as she could see, there was a white haze rising as far as she could see. This young man said, “Annie, take off my clothes for me.”
Normally Anne would have felt defiant about this, since he was supposed to be the one serving her. But now she wouldn’t feel that way, she’d do whatever he wanted her to do.
He lay back and just relaxed his body to receive Anne’s services. Anne hadn’t undressed a man before, and it would seem clumsy to do it for him now, but she did it for him.
The last thing to come off was the boxer briefs, and she could already see something huge pulsing inside. She knew what it was, but then again she had never seen it before, and if she undid it for him now, she could see it. And sure enough she saw it.
It was the ugliest and yet the most beautiful thing of all, ugly because it was ugly, beautiful because she needed it so much.
It was throbbing, the reddish-purple glans hole leaking a little clear mucus as if it was extending an invitation to her, and she couldn’t help but lower her head, open her maw, and stick out her tongue, savoring and enjoying it.
It throbbed and swelled even more.
Later, he moved his body around, to become that his head was facing the opposite direction from what her head was facing, and he was underneath her. At this point, Anne was able to tell what his face was closest to, and what she could see most clearly. His face was facing her pussy, and he must have seen the birthmark as well.
She left her mastication for the moment and asked, “Am I …… ugly?”
“No!” He said, “It’s not ugly, people are not perfect!”
Then she felt his mouth rising, and his hand was also moving, reaching down to hold her breasts. The two peaks of her breasts were very sensitive, and when he touched them, the sensitivity penetrated her whole body. His tongue was also moving on another more sensitive point – her pubic core. The three most sensitive points were all stimulated, making her almost crazy. Her jaws couldn’t help but work harder. She was so excited that she wanted to bite something hard, but she couldn’t bear to bite down on this thing in her mouth.
Her body shrugged frantically, while after a short while she shuddered violently as if her whole body was passing through an electric current. She couldn’t stand his tongue any longer because it was just too sensitive. She had reached the first orgasm of her life. At that moment, however, his tongue stopped moving.
Her whole thing went soft and she didn’t want to do anything.
He got out from under her, and flipped her over so that she was lying on her back.
Anne was softly at his mercy.
He got down on his knees and spread her legs wide and lifted them slightly, while he moved himself forward. From this angle, Anne thought his prick was as powerful as she remembered seeing a movie, a war movie, where a submarine fired a mine from the bottom of the ocean and the torpedo came at the camera squarely, the round head so terrifying, so threatening. That was pretty much what was happening now. The torpedo arrives and attacks. It began to penetrate her pussy.
Anne’s body shivered again. It was so full, it was such a lovely fullness, that if it withdrew at this moment she would really die. But it would be death if it did not, but a different kind of death, a very comfortable death. She had already “died” once before the torpedo broke through the membrane of the barrier. After that, the torpedo went on a rampage, even more so, killing her again and again, until it exploded, but in a hot stream that shot straight down into the deepest part.
Anne’s whole body felt like it was exploding and soaring too, as the hot stream actually felt like it was flowing straight to her heart, so sweet that it could not be carried or contained and exploded. She knew it was cum shooting out.
There was no way she could open her eyes. All she could hear was him say, “Now, you have to go back.”
Anne’s mastication was also reluctant to move, and she was only able to ask in her mind, “Will we …… ever meet again?”
She couldn’t ask, and he didn’t answer.
She’s asleep.
When she woke up, she was already lying on the bed in her room, and the sunlight was already filtering in through the window. She jumped and sat up, last night that “dream”, the impression is so clear, could it not be not a dream? She looked in the mirror and saw that she was still naked. She didn’t dare to look in the mirror again for the time being, and looked down at herself. It was true, and she saw something horrible, the blood stains left on the bedsheets.
It was coming out of her, and as she sat up at that moment, some more came out again, and she reached up to feel it, and it was sticky, not something she had. She hadn’t been exposed to it before, but she believed it was semen produced by a man, and it was the blood in it that was hers. And she was also feeling a pain like fire, she was no longer a virgin!
She jumped out of bed in a hurry, only then realizing how much it hurt. The pain made it impossible for her to move quickly, and her legs gave out and she fell over, right in front of the door to the room.
She looked up, the door to the room was what she was looking at. She looked at the latch and it was pushed shut. That made it impossible for someone to sneak in and do this while she was asleep. The person who snuck in and out again couldn’t have pushed the latch closed. Neither could the window, which was barred by iron branches so that no one could climb in, and her house was on the twentieth floor.
Is it really the mirror?
Fighting back the pain between her legs, Annie climbed to her feet, grabbed a chair, and hurled it at the mirror.
But, incredibly, the chair bounced back, the mirror unscathed.
Outside the door of the room, her mother called out, “Annie! Annie! What are you doing?”
“Nothing!” Annie said, “I just fell!”
“Are you okay?” Her mother asked.
“It’s fine!” Annie said, “I’m fine. Don’t worry.”
“Should be up too.” Her mother said, “We’re waiting for you for breakfast!”
“Coming.” Annie said, “I’ll come out as soon as I change.”
At noon, Annie showed up at that antique store again.
She stepped down the rungs and entered the dank store, an antique store in a basement, and only a basement could hold so many quirky things without having to pay too expensive a rental fee.
She was looking for that young man, and what an abomination that man was. If she had been asked nicely, she would have offered it, so why did she have to resort to such evil means? She would …… she did not know what she would do; in short, she would find him, reason with him, and teach him a lesson before her heart rested.
When she couldn’t see anyone, she called out, “Hey! Is there anyone here?”
Behind her, someone said, “Is there something wrong, miss?” It was as dry and hoarse as a crow’s voice, which took her by surprise.
She turned around in a hurry and saw that it was a dry, thin, wrinkled old man. Annie said, “Who …… are you?”
“My name is Johnson, and everybody calls me Uncle Johnson.” The old man said, “I own this store.”
“I’m looking for the young clerk.” Annie said, “I bought a mirror here yesterday.”
“What clerk?” Uncle John asked, “What mirror?”
“I bought it here yesterday,” Anne said, “a big antique mirror.”
“I don’t understand,” said Uncle Johnson, “I have plenty of mirrors here, but there’s no clerk, I’m the only one, do you have a list?”
“No,” said Annie, “I pay cash.”
“Let me check.” Uncle Johnson said as he walked around the many cluttered items to the back of the counter space and flipped through a thick ledger, later looking up and saying, “I’m afraid you’re mistaken, miss, I haven’t sold a single mirror all month!”
After Anne went away, Johnson Berger laughed and walked into a room at the back of the room. He pushed open a cabinet on the back wall of the room, it turned out that there is a secret room, the secret room put a lot of weird and wacky antiques, one of which is a big mirror, and this big mirror, and Annie bought back that one seems to be the same style. However, if the two mirrors are put together and compared, we can realize that the original is not the same. It was the frame of the mirror. Where Annie’s frame was carved and recessed, this mirror was raised. And where her mirror protrudes, here it is concave. If the two frames were pressed together, the concave and convex areas would just eat each other up, and they would fit snugly.
Uncle Johnson’s mirror is androgynous because there is a small head of the god protruding from the center of the frame, at the top, whereas in Anne’s mirror, this part is recessed. The protrusion is easier to recognize than the concavity. However, if one did not look into the mirror at the large black wooden idol, one would not recognize it as an idol, a miniature model of the head of the large idol. And although the black wooden idol was ugly, there was a male organ protruding from its body, which was not ugly – that is, in terms of the caliber of the male organ. The organ was very neat, healthy in shape, and of first-rate length and thickness.
Uncle Johnson stood in front of the mirror and his reflection appeared in it. But this reflection was not the old man whom Anne had seen, but the young man who had possessed her. Uncle Johnson bowed down on his knees before the mirror and said, “Kala Kadua, thank you for giving me back my youth, for giving me a great opportunity.”
The young man’s reflection in the mirror had disappeared again, and Uncle Johnson saw it in Annie’s bedroom.
It seems that the mirror can turn Uncle Johnson into a young man, yet if he needs to use his youthful skills, he will still have to look through the mirror, and the real him will not be able to formally pursue Annie.
Annie’s room was still empty, just a few pairs of underwear on the bed. Uncle Johnson was still watching with great interest.
Then he saw Annie come into the room. Annie was now home, and she had brought back a hammer, and she locked the door of the room, and she was banging on the mirror with the hammer.
Johnson Bergberg laughed out loud, “You can’t knock through it. You can’t knock through it with the divine power of Kala Kadua protecting it.”
At Annie’s house, Annie really didn’t crack it. It was a hammer she had bought especially for this purpose, and she was going to use it to break the glass of the mirror, which surprisingly did not succeed.
She hammered until she was covered in sweat, and then, even the wooden handle of the hammer broke off, and the head flew off, and the mirror still hadn’t crumbled at all.
She fell to her knees and cried.
At that moment, however, there was a knock on the door of her room, and her mother called from outside, “Annie! Annie! What are you doing in there?”
Anne opened the booth six ways.
Her mother was with an Auntie Schäfer. The house was deserted when she came home, but now her mother and Aunt Shreve were back. Her mother looked at the room and said in surprise, “Anne, what, are you mad?”
Annie sobbed and said, “I don’t like this mirror, I’m going to break it!”
“You see,” said her mother, “how capricious; yesterday you bought this mirror back, still so happy, and now you want to break it.”
Mrs. Shively said, “If you don’t like it, just take it out and throw it away.”
“Can’t lose it!” Anne said. She didn’t dare explain why she couldn’t throw it away; she was afraid some young woman’s family would pick it back up, and then it wouldn’t be allowed again. She had to say, “I paid so much for it to come back.”
Her mother said, “Wouldn’t it be more of a waste to break it?”
This question caused Anne to be stumped for words, but Mrs. Shively relieved her. She said, “If you don’t like it, let me have it; it’s a very beautiful mirror.”
Annie’s mother said, “Why bother letting it! It’s better to give it to Mrs. Stiefel.”
“All right,” said Annie, “I’ll give it to you, but you’ll have to take it right away.”
“That’s so many thanks!” Mrs. Shively said.
Annie thought it was a very good idea. She remembered Mrs. Schweppes as the ugliest and greediest person in the world, and it would be the perfect gift for her. Let the ghost haunt Mrs. Schweppes and see if she’s interested.
Since Mrs. Spivey is greedy and wants to take it away right away, it is a good idea for Mrs. Spivey as well. She can remove the mirror before Annie changes her mind.
With the mirrors moved away, Annie could sleep easier this night.
But it still took her two months before she was truly at ease. In the course of the month, she went to the doctor several times. The doctor confirmed that she was indeed no longer a virgin. But it didn’t matter, the worst thing was the aftermath, she was afraid that she might get pregnant as a result.
But time confirmed that she didn’t.
And the man didn’t bother her anymore.
Without mirrors, there was no harassment, and she could rest easy.
It wasn’t until that night that her mother mentioned Mrs. Shively.
Her mother said that Mrs. Spivey had been lucky, a widow, not very well circumstanced, and yet she had been given a job that paid well and was the perfect fit for her.
“What’s the job?” Annie asked.
“The warden of the Oak Tree Girls’ Boarding House.” Her mother said.
“My God!” Annie screamed.
“What?” Her mother said, “Aren’t you happy for her?”
“When did this …… happen?” Anne asked, almost choking on the words.
“It was the day after you gave her the mirror.” Her mother said.
“So …… what about …… mirrors,” Annie asked.
“Of course she took the mirror with her,” said her mother, “she is moving to the school. Would she have discarded such a beautiful mirror? And this is a person who never discards anything!”
“My God!” Annie said in horror, “My God!”
The mirror, which had indeed been brought to Mrs. Steves, hung in the middle of the hall in the dormitory. Every boarding schoolgirl passed it, and girls love to look in mirrors. Every one of them had looked in this mirror, and therefore every one of Uncle Johnson’s girls had already seen it.
The mirror in his chamber is the other half, and he can go out of his mirror and see where the other mirror is laid, and do whatever he wants.
That night, Uncle Johnson was again waiting in front of the mirror. He murmured, “All so young and fresh, but sadly there aren’t many truly beautiful ones, but today, at last, a beautiful one has come!”
His center was filled with lovely memories of girls who were virgins of sixteen or seventeen years of age, and he had taken possession of seven of them, each with a differently beautiful body which he could enjoy at will.
What’s lovely is all that blood afterwards, some a lot, some a little.
While thinking this way, the new girl appeared.
It was beautiful one with long, oily hair, blonde.
She was wearing a white robe, which was the standard pajamas for the dorms, but she was wearing nothing underneath it, which would have been against the rules, and, moreover, it was against the rules for her to be out at night.
She went to the mirror as if hypnotized, and there in the mirror appeared this handsome young man, the same one Anne had met.
He smiled at her and reached out, she took his hand and he brought her into the mirror.
The youth is actually an incarnation of Uncle Johnson, and it is Uncle Johnson who is reaching out. He took the girl’s hand and also entered the mirror, and he had transformed into a handsome youth.
They were on the infinite, white carpet again.
He pulled her robe up and over her head and off, and her body was fully exposed, such a beautiful piece of flesh.
Her complexion had the color of cream, while her hair was blonde, as well as her pubic hair in that triangle.
She did so willingly and lay down on the carpet in a graceful position. Johnson also slowly undressed himself. He was obviously very interested in gold. Every time before, he had made each girl serve him first, as Annie had served him that time. It was something that girls usually wouldn’t be willing to do the first time around, but were willing under the influence of his magic. And it was this that Johnson was most interested in, giving the first time and asking her to do things she shouldn’t have been willing to do the first time.
But for once, Johnson didn’t ask her to do so, he was too appreciative of her, and he ambled over between her legs, carefully parting them so that he could see the golden center, the labia minora a bright pink. It was wonderful, bright pink and tightly closed in a line, flush and clean. He spread it slightly with his fingers, and as soon as he let go, it popped back into place, just so elastic and rich.
She was gasping for air and was squirming. When Johnson’s mouth came up, she squirmed even more. Wriggling, writhing, until she couldn’t hold back any longer, her waist arched upward, she let out a long “yah”, her whole body shook violently, and then she went limp. She too had her first orgasm.
Johnson wasted no time and immediately boarded.
He guided his rejuvenated and powerful penis to its target and slowly advanced. The tightly closed pussy opened for him, but it was still tightly sheathed.
Johnson slowly advance, she let out a dreamy moan. This is another kind of enjoyment, just now is the appearance of enjoyment, now is the deep enjoyment, women have this superiority over men, can have two different kinds of enjoyment.