This semester, because of the SARS outbreak, there has been no parent-teacher conference, and the only way to report on the students’ performance at school is to go to their homes. To be honest, many people think that the teaching profession is well-paid, but in fact, it is the same as being the grandson of others: we have nothing to do with the students’ good performance, and we are responsible for the students’ poor performance, and there are always negative reports about teachers in the media. The suffering is bearable, but the injustice of the profession is unimaginable.
I work in a rural middle school, and I’m quite striking because I’m fairly white and don’t fit in well with the place. It’s not a small village, but almost everyone in the village knows me, even if their kids aren’t my students.
Usually I stay in the dormitory on the 2nd floor of their own small room, summer evening will be after dinner against the windowsill smoking a few cigarettes, there are always some housewives downstairs with a fan to cool off, the men are at home in the bare shoulders sweating rubbing mahjong. These women do not have the wrath of the husband, but also seems to be very free, occasionally walking downstairs my students greeted me, will attract a burst of women’s snickers.
In a few days, the students will be out of school for the summer vacation, and there are still 2 or 3 families left to visit. These are students who usually do not perform well, and their families are either single parents or their parents are too busy earning money to take care of them, so I don’t know what I can tell the parents when I go to their homes.
I looked at their profiles, Li Xiuqing is the only girl among them, but also the one that worries me the most: boys are bad only smoking, fighting, extorting a little money, while the girls are bad is much more sinister and shameless. The child had good grades, but her father’s gambling addiction was too much for her mother to bear, and her parents’ divorce at the beginning of the year seemed to have had a big impact on her. She followed her mother, and I heard that her father went to the south with the intention of starting a business from scratch, which I think is a little late. Now, Li Xiuqing became the class most dress up is also the most and I sing the opposite, I decided to go to her home first.
Maybe it will soon be thunderstorm, the sky is stifling appalling, I rode a broken bike to find Li Xiuqing’s house, the impression of that small courtyard iron gate with watercolor paintings of flowers ah grass ah has long been blurred. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and rang the doorbell.
“Who is it?” The voice coming from the second floor was presumably Li Xiuqing’s mother.
“Hello, I’m Li Xiuqing’s homeroom teacher.”
“Oh, Mr. Xu right, wait a moment ah …… immediately come ……”
“There’s no rush.” I replied. At that moment the old lady Sun, who owned a grocery store, walked by and smiled at me, and I did the same, being polite.
Slippers kicked from house to house, and the iron door opened. A middle-aged woman in ordinary clothes stood in front of it. In fact, she didn’t look old, and could even be said to be young and flavorful enough, only my reason told me that she already had an 18-year-old daughter, so how can I say that she was nearly 40.
“You’re Mr. Hsu?”
I had only met Li Xiuqing’s father before, and to be honest, I didn’t think he was good enough for this bitch. What surprised me even more was that there were actually people in this village who didn’t recognize me.
“Yes, hello. You’re ……” knowingly.
“I’m Li Xiuqing’s mom. I’ve heard that Mr. Xu is very young, and it’s true. Come on in!” Took me into the living room.
“I’m sorry, I was just sleeping and made you wait so long at the door.” She poured me a cup of tea, and when she saw that my head was covered in sweat, she ran to the bathroom to bring me water to wash my face, and I took the time to look around the house.
I was surprised at the luxury of this single-parent family decoration, even more strange is with a small yard do not use, but the washed clothes and pants drying in the living room, I glimpsed two menstrual belts and a set of black erotic underwear pasted on a piece of drying, the heart can not help but laugh: “Great vulgarity.” I also saw Li Xiuqing’s striped bra, which I saw through the ill-fitting opening of the sleeveless shirt when she was getting angry and fooling around with me ……
“Here, Mr. Xu, wipe your face!” The bitch came out of the bathroom with the face basin in her hand, and once she squatted, rested the basin on the floor, but I noticed that the big round ass bulged out all of a sudden, and even the deep groove of the buttocks became so obvious, and what was originally a fairly ordinary peasant woman’s big pants now became as sexy as a T-pant in my eyes.
She was still squatting there, fishing out towels from the water and wringing them out. I hurried over to her and tried to do it myself, but she said bashfully, “Mr. Xu, you can just sit down.”
And I can not afford to poke in there, I looked in from her loose blouse neckline – good big tits. People say that city girls wear dew, in fact, dew also only see the underwear, but the rural women, the day is hot often do not wear a bra, as long as there is an opportunity to see through, I met this opportunity.
I had no concept of size, except that my hands couldn’t quite cover the big bulging globes of flesh, white and white, swaying with her arms, a deep cleavage pressed between her tits now and then. I wanted to keep staring like this, but my dick was already hard, so I hurriedly sat back down on the couch and crossed my legs.
After wiping his face and finally calming down a bit, he felt it was time to get down to business. “Why isn’t Li Xiuqing here?” I asked.
“Went out, said she was going to the back lake to swim with her classmates. This girl, knew you would come, right? Really don’t know anything.”
“It’s okay, it’s easier for two people to talk.” Shit, said the leak. I hurriedly added a clarification, “If I say it in front of her, she might be more embarrassed, girls don’t have a strong tolerance ……”
She was now sitting across from me with a strange smile on her face, seemingly oblivious to my earlier “slip of the tongue”. I’ve always found it awkward for parents to smile when listening to teachers, because I have no idea why they can smile so firmly when they hear about their children’s mistakes.
I want to avoid direct confrontation with this bitch, but face-to-face, I look at any part of her body, may attract “wolf” suspicion, so I had to touch out Li Xiuqing’s report book, staring at the little red book a brain of this girl’s “Tao Tian crime! “I’m not sure if you’re a good person or a good person.
In the meantime, Li Xiuqing’s mom sat on the arm of the sofa I was sitting on and leaned over to look at her daughter’s results, and I felt her big tits pressing against my right shoulder and her nostrils brushing against my ear. As hard as I tried to feel the position of her nipple, I didn’t dare move a muscle, and it wasn’t until she had counted and read her daughter’s red lights and was back on the opposite stool that I bravely lifted my head and, fearlessly, confronted her with, “What do you think we should do with this child from now on?”
She seemed to have just gone out of her mind, or maybe she was surprised by my brave action, froze for a moment: “Oh? …… Oh, alas ……” she seemed to sigh in disappointment, “the child is older, I can’t control her alone, let her go, anyway, I don’t expect her to support me in the future. Let her go ……” She shifted her gaze to the door.
I suddenly felt that my actions were a little bit shameless, and that I was too biased in my judgment of Li Xiuqing, although now that I think about it she was indeed that bad. It’s not easy for a female to raise a family. So I stopped saying anything and also turned my head to look out the door. It was really going to be a thunderstorm, and the wind was picking up outside, whipping up the dust in the yard.
“Yikes!” Such an uplifting voice after the silence really startled me. “I almost forgot, Mr. Xu, have you eaten yet?”
“Nope.”
“Then feel free to eat here!”
“No.” I wanted to slap myself for the following lie, “I’m meeting a coworker for dinner, so I won’t bother you.”
If she listened to this sentence at that time, the story to the sub end. In fact, I found that she is a very beautiful woman, face and body not at all show age, where do I want to go ah, just after the lie I regret. Fortunately, she insisted on keeping me:
“Trouble what, home cooking, a moment, you wait a little ah …… you sit ah.” Side said while walking toward the kitchen.
And I in order to round out the lie, pretending to be very difficult: “Ah, that …… well.” And touch out the phone to pretend to say a few words, “Ah…Xiao Zhang ah…I have something …… not come to eat, can not go …… good, goodbye. ” Subsequently, I also rubbed the kitchen.
Although the kitchen equipment is the same as in the city, but there are problems with the arrangement, I guess it is the old cooker room changed, the hood is not in the right place, and the effect is not good, maybe it is too long not cleaned. The whole kitchen is filled with pungent smell, watching her in the middle of it to and fro, I can not help but be a little touched: not for her passion, just for her strength.
Suddenly, the hood didn’t move, and I dumbly said, “Let me help you, two people do it faster.” And walked over.
She seemed to be saying to herself, “It’s okay, I’ll do it myself, do you have an emergency ……”
Both of us coincidentally wanted to study the hood, she stood on her tiptoes, I reached for the switch, and our bodies were pressed together: she in front, with her back to me, and I behind, close to her. I felt her suddenly puckering her ass backward, hitting my slowly thickening cock squarely. This sudden attack made me unconsciously move to the side.
She didn’t even look back, she just chopped and pressed the buttons of the hood, the machine, like a child, doesn’t play honestly, tapping a few times in a haphazard manner, it actually spun up again.
At that moment, she turned her head and said, “Mr. Xu, there’s a lot of smoke here, you’d better go back to the living room.” As if she was afraid that I wouldn’t listen, she leaned her face over and whispered, “Go to the living room!” And with her right hand, she intentionally or unintentionally touched
touched me, and it touched me right on my dick, and she laughed and turned her head away to continue cooking, and I dutifully returned to the living room, a wave of triumph and amusement bubbling up in me.
The food was really simple, but she opened a bottle of white wine. Originally only I drink, later, following some mutual understanding and encouragement words, she also took out a small glass and I drink up. During the seat is all some unrelated words, the important seems to be only one: her last name is Chen. Then, she called me Xiao Xu, I called her Chen, I am very grateful to her self-introduction, which enabled me to stop calling this woman who had already charmed me “that bitch” in the following, and I was always a little bit ashamed every time I used this slightly insulting term for Chinese women to refer to her.
I am not the best drinker among my colleagues, but a bottle of 38 degrees is still no problem. She didn’t drink much, just kept pouring me wine ……
And with that, dinner was over, and I can honorably swear there was absolutely no attempt to get her drunk and then fuck her or use the wine myself. Then she had half a watermelon in a tub for after-dinner dessert and looked like she was living a regular life.
I sat on the couch hunched over and nibbled on the melon, the juice running from the corner of my mouth dripping down my chin into that basin, I’ve never eaten watermelon since I was a kid in this position, it’s not too embarrassing. And she sat across from me again, sitting and eating in a disciplined manner, and a moment later there was juice dripping on the clothes on her chest. She hurriedly used 3 fingers to pinch up the clothes, shaking hard, wanting to take advantage of the juice did not fully penetrate before shaking off a little, and how I would let go of this opportunity to feast my eyes. I slowly straightened up and sat up, my eyes boring through her sometimes-open, sometimes-warm neckline.
She has a pair of soft lines of the collarbone, which is one of the necessary conditions of sexy beauty ah, snow white skin in the not so bright environment almost seems to burn, this kind of skin color in our countryside can not be rare Oh, in the left chest there is a clear mole, more set off the skin of the tender. Unfortunately, the size of the neckline only allowed me to see her cleavage, and that was tantalizing enough.
She let go of the dress and slapped her hand again, trying to brush off the melon she had just gotten on, a gesture that made me feel the softness of her tits once again: with each slap, those magnificent breasts shook a few times, and even though they were through the dress, I could clearly notice it.
She was afraid that this would happen again, so she simply bowed her back like me and ate from the basin, so that I only had to raise my head to get a full view of her breasts. The two large balls of flesh swaying slightly reminded me of the word “wave” that describes a woman, which is so apt. I imagined these big tits nursing anyone, the veins visible around the areolas, the thin, light body hair growing on them. ……
“Clatter,” a loud, perhaps not too heavy, noise startled me awake as I was lost in my own fantasies. The wind was really strong outside the house, and my broken down car, was savagely knocked over. I choked in shock, spitting out all the half-chewed melons in my mouth, and coughing incessantly. Stopped and looked at Sister Chen, she was giggling at me, although there was no melon in her hand, she still maintained that seductive posture.
I didn’t even have to wonder if she was sitting like that on purpose; the shameful anger in my heart aroused by her ridicule alone was enough to make me resolve to fuck her. I grabbed the half of the melon, and threw her to the ground, still laughing, the pot with the melon skin was kicked over, the stool she was sitting on also fell, we rolled twice on the ground, my elbow was hurt by the concrete, the half of the melon was also crushed by her back, I think that the layer of cloth on her back must have been seeped into pink.
I snapped my mouth heavy on hers, my tongue greedily pushing into her mouth like an earthworm in the dirt. I tasted that taste, the taste of her mouth. The faint taste of wine, fresh watermelon juice, the flesh of the melon that I hadn’t had time to swallow and spit out mixed with the truest saliva of her mouth was flicked into my own mouth and swallowed without knowing it, over and over again, without missing a beat, with my tongue.
My eyes were open and I watched her face bulge from time to time, that was my tongue stirring fully. I probed so deep that I licked her big teeth and then stretched as far as I could toward her throat ……
She jerked her head and turned her face away from me, squinting at me as a watery filament made up of saliva clinging from both sides slowly thinned and finally shortened and fell away, leaving a crystalline trail across her face.
I was dumbfounded, still holding her, but felt a pang of panic in my heart, in case she didn’t mean me, then this was rape …… My arms apparently relaxed.
Suddenly, she reached out and hugged me, rolled over, and pressed me underneath, and then stretched out her tantalizing tongue and licked furiously on my face, like a bitch. My forehead, eyes, ears, lips, and even nostrils …… In short, the whole face. Like a big mop, her tongue was dragging around my entire face, the
Without even leaving me a chance to breathe, freshly secreted saliva ran down my tongue and all over my face.
This woman attacked so actively, causing my whole body to tingle, the concerns I had just now were long lost. Drool on my face wet and dry, dry and wet, exudes a fishy odor, this rough smell, make me more like a wild beast. My penis has long been up to the pain, I do not want to what caressing oral sex, only want to immediately hit the real gun. So, hastily unbuckled my belt, pulled out my dick, and as soon as I ripped off her big pants and panties, I wanted to send my dick into her vagina.
Probably too quickly, twice and her fleshy pussy intersected and slipped away. She didn’t laugh, didn’t seem any more patient than I was, wrapped her hand around the back of her ass, grabbed my thing, and after two quick and vigorous strokes, she sought out her pussy and shoved my dick in, letting out a slight grunt through her nose, “mmmm ……,” and contentedly Moving up and down.
Her cunt wasn’t too narrow, and it was so watery and slippery that my dick felt like it was being sucked in and out, it was so lacking in excitement for me who was so eager to orgasm and experience the pleasure in that convulsion at that moment, I should take the initiative, yes. I took the initiative and wiggled my ass, quickly and intensely.
I felt her ass slap against the base of my thighs again and again; I heard the “pop, pop, pop” of each thrust and slap; I saw the look on her face as she was about to die. Both of my hands grabbed her big, wildly swaying tits, one through her thin dress, the other underneath, touching the globes directly. Both hands did the same thing: squeezing and pressing her nipples with my index fingers, and using the other all for squeezing and twisting the huge, soft globes of flesh, and the view from her neckline came back to my mind ……
I fucked harder.
Dark clouds invaded the sky over the entire hamlet with impunity, and the dusk, which should have been an ambiguous orange color, was today a frightening gloom.
There were unchewed melon peels scattered on the floor, and I felt like my feet were always bumping into them. Of course, I won’t be distracted by such things, still concentrating on hard thrusting into Sister Chen, the range of movement is so big, the frequency is so high, so much so that the buttocks that keep slapping on the concrete floor are hot and painful, and I know that Sister Chen’s legs are also very tired, in order to make the whole process of thrusting smooth, she can’t really sit on me, she can only rely on the support of her legs, half-squatting.
“It’s here …… It’s here!” I shouted, sprinting as hard as I could, “I’m going to cum inside you!” I imagined my cum flowing out of Sister Chen’s pussy, although in this extremely dim light, I hadn’t really gotten a good look at the outside of that pussy.
But Chen bounced off me like she was electrocuted, hand-carrying her pants that had faded to both knees, crossing her legs and stumbling back to the wall, gasping for air as she looked at me.
For a man, it is really painful to stop thrusting suddenly when he is about to climax and ejaculate during sex. At this point, I can only rely on my hard-working hands to provide for myself and complete the final blow, as most men do. Cum spurted out one by one as my penis pumped, landing on my hands, thighs, and quite a bit of it running down my legs, dripping down and onto the cold concrete floor. My pleasure disappeared in an instant, and I sat up and looked at Sister Chen, disturbed by this sudden move of hers that puzzled me, speculating on her psychology.
She was leaning against the wall, coldly watching me orgasm by masturbation, still gasping for air. By this time, muffled thunder had long since rumbled to mind outside, and occasional flashes of lightning reflected her face in a bit of a grimace.
I wiped the cum on my fingers on the lining of my panties and awkwardly stood up to put on my pants, “It’s getting late, I should get going…it’s going to be a problem if it rains heavily later…why isn’t Li Xiuqing back yet, something couldn’t have happened …… “
I thought I was nagging her too much, and peeked at her from time to time. She just put on her pants without saying a word, came over, turned over the basin, picked up the watermelon rinds on the ground one by one, and threw them into the basin, making a “bam, bam” sound. I also know how to shut my mouth, stooped down to pick up the fallen stool, stood to the side. She carried the basin into the kitchen, and I heard her dumping the rinds into the vat of rotten leaves, so it was time to leave.
I walked out of the house in silence, and two pea-sized raindrops drilled through my collar and hit the back of my neck, and I winced violently, and looked up, and the rain had come down. I rushed to the broken down car that had fallen to the ground, and by the time I could pick it up, the rain was already pouring down like a downpour, smashing up a cloud of dust on the ground, and pressing it down again, and my eyes became transfixed, and I could only feel a blur, and stumbled back into the house, with my back and shoulders soaked through, and a piece of dirt or rainwater stuck on my pants leg that I didn’t know whether it was dirt or rain. I shook my shirt with a clatter and didn’t notice Chen looking at me.
“Getting wet, huh?” She looked at me with a smirk, “Go away!” Slightly mocking tone.
I couldn’t figure out what the hell she was thinking, so I had to stump myself, “It’s raining so hard ah …… Li Xiuqing how ……”
“She’s probably run off to some classmate again, and it’s not like it’s the first time she’s spent the night out anyway.”
“What?” I was taken aback by her words, especially her glib tone, that this mom was so unfazed by the trouble her daughter might be in.
“How can a girl just go out there ……”
“Better mind your own business.” She interrupted again, and it was obvious to me that she wasn’t as polite to me as she had been when I first arrived, but that was normal, after having had that kind of relationship.
She tiptoed over and pulled a towel from the clothesline crisscrossed above her head, tossed it to me, and said with a smile, “Wipe it off first.” I was a little flattered by the change in attitude.
I hesitantly scrubbed my hair, but she sat her ass down on the couch, stared at me, and slowly spat out, “Stay here tonight, there’s a spare room, just clean up. It’s not safe for you to go back like this with all that rain and darkness and these dirt roads anyway.”
I knew that once I stayed, I would never sleep in that “spare room” that I didn’t know if there was one or not. It was such a tempting idea, and it was a woman’s initiative, that my heart was pounding wildly, and as a man, there was no longer any reason to leave, but I hesitated for no apparent reason, and for no apparent reason, I shifted my gaze to my own broken-down car, which was outside the house, battered by the torrential rains.
She oohed and aahed, got up, went out of the house, walked nonchalantly to my car, let the column of rain hit her straight on, moved the car into the house and set it down, looked at me and patted the car cushion with her hand, meaning “You’re relieved that the car’s here, aren’t you?”
The drenched hair hung down very smoothly, the rain streaking and dripping down the strands, landing on her shoulders, her chest, and I think her back; her face was full of water as well, flowing at varying speeds word the surface of her skin, gathering at her chin. She pursed her lips, swallowing the rainwater from her lips. The light-colored lab coat was soaked through, clinging to her, riding up on her fat tits, reflecting a distinct flesh color, like transparent, elusive bubbles in the water. Two thick nipples, which seemed to be bursting out of the garment, topped two points on two fleshy globes, translucent with a purplish brown color.
I stared at her blankly and hugged her fiercely, tightly. Touched, for her insistence that I stay, I even wanted to cry a little ……
I hugged Chen, licking the rainwater from her hair and forehead with my tongue, reveling in the slightly salty, sweaty taste. I hugged her so tightly that her breasts were squeezed into thick patties of flesh between our two bodies. The sensation of her body heat, through the drenched tops of both of them, infusing my ribs, was so clear.
“Just wearing wet clothes?” She spoke up, “Sticky and uncomfortable.” As she spoke, she pushed me away, “Let’s just get cleaned up, I’ll get some hot water and you can go upstairs to the bathroom, it’ll be ready in a minute.”
A mandarin duck bath? This woman has a lot of tricks up her sleeve, and she seems to capture a man’s heart with every proposal, making me forgetful and anxious.
“No need for hot water on such a hot day, just cold!” I was a little impatient, afraid that she had escaped my field of vision.
“I can’t stand cold water, and besides, I’m all wet, so I need to wash in hot water to feel comfortable. You stop nagging and go up first!” With that, she went into the kitchen.
“Upstairs bathroom?” I asked more as I made my way to the second floor.
“Left, up the stairs and to the left.” She shouted from the kitchen.
In fact, I didn’t even go up to the second floor first, but stayed at the corner of the stairs in the middle of the two levels, where I could see the kitchen door, and prepared myself for the fact that once again, she was in my line of sight.
Not long after, she came out with two hot water bottles and walked past me, as if she didn’t see me, and as if she had expected me to be there, she just quietly walked past me. This kind of careless woman is most likely to stir up men’s desire.
As soon as I stopped her from behind, I stuck out my tongue and licked her neck and shoulders, my hands went straight up from my waist to her tits, rubbing them vigorously, feeling the elasticity of those magnificent tits, while my crotch was pressed against her ass, and my dick rubbed one by one, through her pants, between the grooves of her ass. Caressing through clothing was sometimes more exciting than bareback sex.
She giggled and laughed as she called out again, “Watch out, watch out, watch out for the water bottle. Let me put the water bottle down first!”
In order to break free, she habitually bent over with her breasts in her chest and puckered her buttocks, trying to push me off, while her hands, in order to protect the hot-water bottle, were stretched straight forward in a rather comical gesture. By a woman who was not going to nullify the hold of the
How could she get away with that if the man who was holding her was there, not to mention the fact that that backward thrusting ass provided exponential pleasure for my dick. If I hadn’t let go of her myself, I don’t know how much longer she could have struggled. Anyway, there was plenty of time, so why should I be in a hurry? Besides, if the hot water bottle did hit and scalded anyone, wouldn’t what would have been a good thing go down the drain?
She slowly bent down and put down the bottle that was in the way, and I took the opportunity to catch my breath, but I didn’t realize that she suddenly sprang up, wrapped her arms around my neck, and put her slightly dry lips tightly over my mouth, and her tongue effortlessly pried open my teeth and penetrated deep into my mouth. I was startled by her sudden attack, but I immediately regained my senses and responded with all my might, and there was no doubt that it was a fight – a real “tongue fight”.
Our tongues were engaged in every possible way: stirring, alternating clockwise or counterclockwise; friction and slapping, up and down, left and right; as well as exposing our tongues outside our mouths and teasing each other with the tips of our tongues, which in itself I didn’t like, because it wasn’t intense enough, but at this point I could clearly see Chen’s expression, and saw that she was staring carefully at my tongue and concentrating on the manipulation of her own, which I appreciated. That was something I really appreciated.
My favorite way was to lure her tongue into my mouth, then I suddenly withdrew my weapon and sucked her tongue firmly with my lips, the more parts I sucked the more excited I got, until she cringed and felt pain I let go and then did it again, and Sister Chen was hit repeatedly. And if my tongue is in her mouth, I try to burrow as far as I can underneath her tongue, where it tastes the sweetest, with an abundance of saliva.
We were like a well-matched pair of musicians, controlling the march of the music, which could be fast or slow, tight or slow.
How can you let your hands relax when it’s intense? My hands outside her lab coat, from chest to crotch, and then from crotch to chest and keep moving, every time she moved to the rubbing between her shares, she will cooperate with the twisting of their own waist, but also in order to experience a higher level of pleasure it. Of course, her hand is not idle, through the pants, set my penis, quite hard, I feel my foreskin a moment covered the glans, a moment was faded to the root, although a little painful, but too exciting, but also positively swing buttocks in coordination with her hand.
Finally, I slipped my right hand into her big pants. Oh my God, her panties were gone, I distinctly remembered that she had originally been wearing them and must have taken them off when she was in the kitchen getting the hot water going.
Without the constraint of the elastic band of her panties, I could do my hand movements more freely. I felt for her secret slit, straightened up my middle finger, pressed my whole finger completely against the slit, and slowly but drastically rubbed it, from the pussy port up to the anus, so that my feeling of Chen’s vulva would not remain on my fingertips alone.
Probably due to the fact that she had just done it earlier, her labia minora were still outwardly turned and a bit slippery, presumably from the waves that had just flowed, but also from the reaction that was now being provoked. The feel of her vulva reminded me of the tender sashimi my classmate treated me to last year.
She had peeled off my shirt and had unbuckled my belt, as if the zipper on my pants was stuck and that chain buckle never dragged down, so we had to let go of each other’s tongues for a while, and I took out the hand that I was enjoying on her vulva, and went down to concentrate on undoing my pants.
But patience is a waste at a time like this, so I simply pushed hard, and although the zipper was broken, my pants finally came loose, and when she saw this she jerked my inside and outside pants all the way down at once, and my dick popped out and bobbed in the small of her back. She took off her lab coat by herself and I helped her pull off her big pants. The stairs weren’t wired for electric lights, and it was so dark I couldn’t see much, and neither could she. She picked up the hot water bottle that was on the floor and pushed me up the stairs into the bathroom .
I went into the bathroom first, “Holy shit!” I whimpered and hurriedly crouched down next to the tub.
A very private place like the bathroom actually had two huge flat glass windows installed, and they were left open, and the curtains were not drawn, so the rain outside swept in. Through the rain curtain, I saw a brightly lit bungalow within a distance of ten meters, and that was Mrs. Sun’s cigarette and grocery store.
In fact, there are so many small buildings around that it’s so close that they don’t even need binoculars to get a clear view of the ones bathing or toileting here.
She came in, naked, carrying two hot water bottles, and was probably startled to see me in this state, and asked a little nervously, “What’s wrong? Why are you squatting here?”
I know I looked ridiculous at the time, but I was also on fire and blurted out an accusation, “Why didn’t you close the window that big?”
She realized what was going on, and actually showed a share of rather contemptuous looks, put down the hot-water bottle, and slowly walked
He went to the window, and peeked out his upper body for a moment to look around, before closing the window, looking back at me, and asking in a mocking tone, “Do you want the curtains drawn?”
I was ashamed of my panic just now, and even more so when compared to her great righteousness, but I still wished I could draw the curtain, after all, fornicating with a student’s parent is a cargo that can only be hidden in the stomach, and I must not let anyone find out about it.
Nonetheless, I didn’t want her to make fun of me again, so I didn’t say anything and just looked at her. She closed the curtains of course, because although I didn’t say anything, I was still crouched in place, and anyone who was there understood what that meant.
She came back and snapped the light on and said, “Get up and help me make the water! Still squatting ……”
Although I had already done it once, the light was too dim at that time, and it wasn’t until now that I was able to really see Sister Chen’s body.
Like I said, her face was such that it was impossible to believe she was the mother of an eighteen year old daughter, but judging by her fully matured flesh, she did look like a mom, but not the forty year old kind, but a young woman in her early thirties.
The neck was snow-white and pink, with a few parallel folds, just the way I like it, and I hate the kind of woman who has a bony tendon protruding from her neck. The arms were straight and lean but not faggy. Beneath the perfect clavicle were the perfect breasts that had me laboring, fat, drooping slightly, swinging at the sides, the areolas smaller than I’d expected, light brown, with only those particles on them that could secrete an oily substance showing a faint milky white color, and the nipples dry and erect, tugging up a small circle of areola around them ……
These are truly natural huge breasts, unlike what girls do nowadays, how big they are all sticking upwards and bulging forward as if the earth’s gravity doesn’t work on them, raw and hard. With a slightly protruding belly, how can you expect a woman who’s had a baby to maintain her girlish physique at all, not to mention that a really flat belly often doesn’t reflect feminine beauty.
At the bottom of her belly was a handful of light pubic hairs, a thin layer that couldn’t cover the skin behind her, and against the fine white skin, these hairs looked like a few tiny worms wriggling on a large piece of cream. Although the complete vulva underneath could not be completely seen through, the slightly dark-colored plump pubic mound and labia majora were very seductive. From the front, Chen’s thighs were a bit thicker, but associated with her fat ass, it was so natural.
She bowed her back and put a bottle of water, slowly poured into the bathtub, big tits just hanging there, like two big ripe eggplants. Then she squatted down and added cold water to the tub, sticking her hand in from time to time and trying to warm the water, her tits rubbing against the side of the tub, changing shape.
I guess she thought it was about time, handed me another bottle of water, pointed to the plastic tank above the shower, and told me to add half a bottle of hot water to it. I stood shakily on the edge of the tub, holding the bottle over my head, and added water to the tank, while she stood below, holding my thighs and guiding me through this rather dangerous task.
I was a little flustered, but I didn’t lose face and completed the task satisfactorily, coming down and looking at her with satisfaction, while she just unscrewed the switch on the wall and filled the tank with cold water, oblivious to my performance.
“Well, come on.” She turned back to me and smiled, meaning to tell me to get in the tub. This woman’s heart is beyond me by the way I’m figuring it out, so now I just want the whole pain first.
“Later, I’ll pee first.” I hadn’t peed since I hit her house, and now I was getting a little antsy and decided to settle for a quick fuck later.
I flipped open the lid of the bidet toilet, not realizing it was broken, and snapped it to the floor, and before I could say anything, she beat me to it, “Hurry up then, I want to pee too.”
“Oh ……” I branch out, telling myself to focus on peeing, but this toilet looks pretty clean on the outside, but it’s surprisingly filthy on the inside, probably because the flusher is broken, the inside is nearly half full of yellow water, and the porcelain surfaces are full of limescale, so whatever it is, let’s pee first.
Because of the various stimulation just now, my penis is still hard, so urine can be a little difficult, I use my hand to hard to press it down to the toilet, but when the water is still inside out. I use my hand to hard to press it down to the toilet, but when the water is still inside out. The thin column of water straight into the yellow water, and a lot of white foam, a long time to go down.
I just finished shaking my dick, she squeezed in front of me, a butt on the toilet without a cover, but also smiled and chided me: “I told you to hurry up, want to suffocate me ah?” Speaking, her urine shot out, as if around a lot of corners, the sound is more complex than a man peeing is also much more melodious, like shaking the whistle of a firecracker.
I wanted to laugh inside, not because of the commotion, but the fact that she was in such a hurry to sit down without even looking, and ended up sitting on the pee that I had just accidentally spilled on the edge of the toilet.
It looked like she had been holding it in for a long time, too, and after the beginning of the rapids, which were intermittent and not yet finished, I sat
onto the edge of the tub and watched her white ass press against the white commode. The urine of the two combined with the pooled urine tipped up in the toilet filled the entire bathroom with a rushing stench, which paired with the particular time and place and the naked pair created a lascivious atmosphere.
She puckered her ass and shook it violently a few times, shaking off the remaining urine from her urethra, and cupping the toilet lid on the floor, she covered the toilet properly again. I saw a ring of red marks on her buttocks from the pressure of sitting on the toilet, and my urine, which had been stuck to her buttocks, ran down her thighs; she must have felt a little itchy and scratched with her hands, adding a few more fingerprints to her legs.
I hugged her and sat in the bathtub, the water was a little too hot, maybe she found it more comfortable. We sat facing each other in a cuddle, my dick lying on her pubic mound, with her sparse pubic hair underneath, soaking in the water, her pubic hair drifting upwards, gently caressing my dick with the fluctuations of the water, it was very comfortable. Since it was so plainly relative, I could play with her as much as I wanted too.
I grabbed her nipples, lifted her pair of big tits out of the water and shook them twice, then suddenly let go of her tits and let them fall naturally, “snapping” into the water, splashing a piece of water. Every time I do this to her tits, Chen would just laugh, and when I let go, she would turn her face away and scream “ah, ah ……”.
I maneuvered the rise and fall of these tits, suddenly wanting some new excitement.
When I was in middle school, my precocious classmates, were already pairing up. The woman’s looks and character were not the most important thing, if you were a girl, it was enough to be good looking, the key was to be a little more fully developed, with mouth-watering prominent breasts.
Therefore, the school hooligan head side, there are always some body quite plump girl, cause us small role envy. At that time, almost all the boys in the school were infatuated with an English teacher, because she had a pair of big tits that could stand up to the crowd, and even our principal liked to sit next to her during meals.
She didn’t teach my class, which frustrated me a bit, and I would have loved to see her pacing around the classroom with a book in her hand. Finally, a faculty jump-rope competition allowed me to more or less enjoy it.
The one who stood in front of her and counted for her was actually the head hooligan, and I was convinced that this guy got this beautiful job through improper means, because the referees were assigned by the student leaders. Most of the boys didn’t dare to look around her, junior high school students had already learned to cover themselves up, or else she must have been in front of a black mass.
We just stood on the sidelines, stealing glances at her. Those big tits rolled up and down in the white flannel suit in time with the jump rope, each roll leaving the outline of an otherwise infrequent bra on the suit ……
“Sister Chen, would you please do me a small favor?” I asked.
“That depends on what you want to do first.”
“Just show me a few jumps like that.”
“What? What’s there to see here, no dancing. Better shower first.” To dissuade me, she started running her hand down my soaking dick.
I didn’t refuse her courtship, enjoying her hand cannon for me, but insisted that she dance for me. Probably annoyed by my antics, she shrugged off my dick, climbed out of the tub and stood there, asking impatiently, “How do I jump?” Like a female soldier who was preparing to be examined.
“Just stand up straight and jump.” I grinned, “Like a zombie.”
“Roll!” She didn’t like the analogy I used, but did as she was told, bounced a little, and stood still again.
I begged her to jump a few more times, continuously, and she had no choice but to bounce me, one at a time, with droplets of water on her body and in her hair, being quaked off one at a time and dripping onto the mosaic floor.
I stared intently at her tits, which shouldn’t be any smaller than the English teacher’s, just not as concentrated as they were in her bra, a little spread out, and that naturally rolled up and down more.
When she jumped, the tits seemed to be very lazy, first stayed in place, and finally helpless to be pulled up alive, thrown upward; and when she descended, the tits were at the highest point, originally hidden by the big tits of the breasts and ribs of the curved borders, I was a clear view; to her landing, the tits were the last to be put in place, and also restlessly swinging slightly two times, and did not wait for them to stop, the second round of the same action again! The second round of the same maneuvers began.
I just watched the movement carefully while not forgetting to replay it in slow motion in my mind to fully appreciate the beauty, and my dick stiffened without realizing it.
She was beginning to understand what I meant when I told her to jump, and as she did so, she looked down at her tits and laughed to herself when she realized how violently they were swinging. Tired of jumping and laughing, she climbed back into the tub and sat on my dick again
face, hugged me and started licking my lips.
Satisfied, I let her tongue into my mouth, and this time I was intentionally lazy, and she went crazy trying to provoke a response from me, licking everything she could get her tongue on, even the insides of her teeth. Her throat made occasional “cooing, cooing” noises as she wiggled her ass and rubbed against my cock.
Maybe it was due to the intense exercise earlier, maybe it was because of her own heightened arousal, or maybe it was to provoke me in return, her panting was so heavy and accompanied by grunts, and the warm air streams that she exhaled were all sprayed around my nose, that I really couldn’t hold back a little bit, and I was going to make a move.
Suddenly there was a “pfft!” I felt my dick vibrate, then the sound of blisters rolling over and a faint stench drifting up – she had farted. Perhaps feeling a little embarrassed herself, she moved her mouth and looked at me, and both of us laughed.
I pinched her nipple lightly and she flinched reflexively, my other hand took the opportunity to feel her ass, my middle finger circled the outside of her anus twice and shoved it in hard.
“Ah!” She screamed, which in turn startled me. I asked her if it hurt, and she shook her head, whining and calling me crazy. Reassured, I twisted my middle finger around in her bowel, and the walls of that bowel followed suit, looking a little tense.
I took her in my arms and lay back with my head against the side of the tub, caressing her face with my other hand, and she complied by resting her head on my shoulder, and all of a sudden we became as affectionate as a couple, with that middle finger of mine still stirring in her anus, of course, but she was less tense.
“You’ve played all the parents of your students, haven’t you?” She said softly.
“There, that’s you, so attractive to me.” I took her for a joke.
“Less pretending, I’ve heard from others long ago, saying that Mr. Xu looks quite civilized, but in fact, he’s horny to the bone, but where the student’s family is a single mother, you’ve been on all of them.”
“Bullshit, really bullshit!” I was a bit nervous and angry, in all honesty, the last time I had sex was with my girlfriend from college 3 years ago, since I got to this place, until today, I haven’t even held a woman’s hand. “Did Li Xiuqing say that?” I asked.
“How can it be that she said, she seldom talks about you, but once said are good words …… She has a really good impression of you, saying that you are the perfect teacher in her imagination. Your those affair, the village is always rumored ah, you ah, paper can not wrap fire, do not let people say?”
As a teacher, I should have been amazed at Li Xiuqing, a latecomer to the assessment of me, but I am now even more shocked by those rootless rumors and sweating, and now I finally understand that those no man in charge of the grannies are laughing at something.
I was assigned to this small village as a graduate of a regular university, so maybe I was out of place here at first, and maybe I looked more like a playboy from a TV show than a man from this village, but you can’t make things up out of thin air. Luckily, I live in the school, I want to live outside, I do not know what will be rumored.
I rooted out the truth to Sister Chen and gave my assurance, she didn’t seem to look happy, I even thought she was a little disappointed, and fearing that she would get angry, I had to slowly pull out that middle finger.
A moment later, she sat up straight and said, “All right, soap up and wash quickly, the water’s getting cold.”
The slippery soap was gently pinched in Chen’s hand, and wandered all over my body, smearing my whole body with white foam, and wafting up a tantalizing scent, just like a woman’s hair scent, which could easily make a man relax and enter a state of intoxication.
Gradually, she made my dick her main target, and both hands repeatedly worked on it, fast and slow, each stroke leaving a few new lines of soap bubbles on my blackish dick. Toying with my testicles also seems to be her interest, a moment will be the two small eggs in the palm of the hand, kneaded with the fingers round, a moment with the palm of the hand will be lifted up, shaking from side to side, a moment and from the bottom to the top of the slap them, to feel that kind of elasticity, I suspect that she is just for their own tits “revenge”. I suspect that she was “avenging” her own tits. She still looked distracted, as if she was really just applying soap for me.
I certainly couldn’t be idle. Took the soap block from her hand, and smeared it haphazardly on her body. Chen’s skin was already well maintained, and then added a thin layer of foam, became unusually slippery, especially her back, not like the so-called bony beauty nowadays have prominent shoulder blades and obvious spine contour, Chen’s back is very rich that type, make me think of those famous paintings of the bible in the woman, plump but never bloated.
I passed my hands through her armpits and around her back, starting at each shoulder and moving slowly downward until my palms
It was just as good to be completely plastered to her fat ass cheeks as it was to grab her tits, to open my hands completely and give them a big, hard squeeze before moving my hands from her crotch to the front, upward, and lifting my favorite pair of her big tits.
Those two big globes of flesh on her chest were almost next to her chin, the slippery suds made it impossible for me to hold those tits all the way down, they slowly slipped down and fell back into place, the suds that hadn’t been shaken off still hanging from the nipples, I opened my mouth and wrapped it around her areola and sucked hard on those nipples, the suds were bitter and astringent, it made my throat hard and I almost wanted to vomit.
My hand moved to her lower body, gently pulling her not much pubic hair, rubbing that hair into a small handful, and then my hand pressed against the small of her belly straight to the vulva, those original vertical hairs will honestly stick to her pubic mound.
My finger palms took turns rubbing at her vulva, and her labia minora seemed to open up cooperatively, allowing my fingers to move over the tender flesh inside, and Chen closed her eyes, spreading her legs and half-bending them apart, wiggling her ass back and forth as if enraptured. I was very conscious of the touch of my fingers, secretly looking for the clitoris, but unfortunately it didn’t seem to be swollen yet, so I decided to go straight into her vagina.
For a little surprise, my hand still slowly rubbed over her vulva, completely controlling the rhythm and gradually relaxing her. Fiercely I suddenly inserted my middle finger into her vagina, hot inside compared to the cool skin and suds on the outside. With that thrust, she immediately let go of my dick and grabbed my wrist, staring at me with open eyes. Her hand was straining, and I thought she was feeling comfortable and slowly pulled her middle finger out, and she slowly let go of my wrist, and a gasp of air came out of her nostrils.
To be honest, I didn’t feel like sticking my finger in deep this time. When I once again stuffed my finger into that hot flesh hole, she puckered her ass backward to avoid it, and used her hand vigorously to stop me: “Okay, I’ll wash myself here, you quickly rinse off the soapy water on your body, the water is really going to get cold.” Said, she unscrewed the switch of the water heater above her head, the water clattered down, the soap bubbles on her body were successively all washed off, and flowed into the bathtub which was already half full.
She squatted down, passed one hand through my crotch, fumbled around in the chaotic water, and pulled the drain plug, and the half-tank of water just gurgled and shallowed and diminished and finally turned into a swirling vortex that burrowed into that drain spout, leaving only small bubbles on the lower rim and the hairs that had fallen off of both of our bodies.
She stepped out of the tub, barefoot, and snapped to the floor, pulling a towel off the towel rack and tossing it to me to tell me to dry off, while she herself brought a washbasin to the floor, mixed cool water and the remaining half-bottle of hot water into it, and squatted down on that with her legs spread, dipping the towel in the water and scrubbing her pussy.
I stepped out of the tub and stood aside, wiping the water off myself as I looked at her, and she looked up at me with a strange look in her eyes.
Her hand went from her crotch to her pussy, rubbing the towel along the line from her mound to her anus. I knew the water was hot and must have stimulated those sensitive nerves in her vulva and anus to itch and ache, and her ass puckered and pouted, half-heartedly as if flirting with the towel. Every time she scrubbed a little harder, the water would run down her ass cheeks, labia, and fingers, dripping back into the basin, and she would soak the towel again, waiting for it to soak up all the water before wiping her ass.
Observing a woman doing these daily secret things would often make me feel like I’ve seen through this woman and her true privacy, a feeling that was enough to surpass the excitement that mere intercourse would bring me. I’ll be able to see Chen’s cleanly washed pussy later, thinking about this, my dick that was just about to take a break and rest got hard again.
My mind was totally focused on her, no wonder I was getting slower and slower at scrubbing myself, and she wasn’t too happy about it again, “Are you done yet? Go out and sit around and wait for me in the bedroom, quick!”
I’d grown accustomed to her occasional joys and irritations, and tossed the towel into the tub and walked into her bedroom, as she’d instructed me to do.
“The light is on the wall to the right of the entry door.” She said from the bathroom, and I actually found the switch. Turning on the light, I noticed that it was a room that had been decorated with a lot of money, but with little furniture and a rather tacky setup: a large double bed big enough for three, with gaudy-colored sheets, a large dresser to the side with a mess of bottles and jars, probably cosmetics, and wall sconces all around it with pink lamps that made the room look like a shampoo room in town.
I sat my ass down on that big bed, trying the elasticity of that bed one at a time. It was supposed to be Simmons, but the springs were old and creaky and soft as if I could sit on it all at once. I lay back down on the bed, well
Ground strangled a handful of her hair. Sister Chen had already been fucked so hard that she couldn’t catch her breath, and now with her head forced back, she couldn’t cry out at all, and could only gather her anger in her throat.
Just like that, I thrust my dick hard into Sister Chen, and all I could hear was the slapping sound of splintering flesh.
I ejaculated, in Sister Chen’s vagina.
I gave her one last grab on that big ass of hers and pushed her away.
Dazedly, I picked up the clothes and pants strewn about the stairway and hurriedly pulled them on, the ripped pants chain just open, launched the broken car that Sister Chen had pulled into the house in order to keep me there, and rushed out of the courtyard.
It was long dark. The rain had almost stopped as well, but I had a blur in front of me and was pedaling at full power on the bike. The residual heat of the summer night steams up the moisture on the ground, and before long, I’m soaked to the skin.
I woke up, lying in my own bed, the sun streaming through the glass into the room, reflecting in distorted patterns on the floor, and I was still wearing the pants with the broken zipper. I forget how I got back to my dorm last night, but I’m sure it wasn’t as dramatic as passing out from a fall and being rescued by someone else, I just don’t remember everything on the way ……