Childhood + quiet Liaohe - Chapter 29
It’s over. It’s over. I’m dead!
I lay on my back on the bed, waiting for the last moment in despair. My frightened eyes stare at the white ceiling. My jaw hit by Dumu’s knee is sour and numb, and my ears are buzzing. I bite my teeth and use my luck to prepare for the execution. I silently wait for the merciless fist or ferocity of Mr. Dumu a slap.
Well, what’s going on? Why is there nothing?
For a long time, I got up timidly, with my arms leaning on the bed, and quietly glanced at Mr. Dumu. Ha, I couldn’t help but feel a burst of joy in my heart: what a false alarm, Mr. Dumu didn’t wake up at all. No, he was still snoring and falling asleep.
The big fat leg, which had just hit me and almost didn’t frighten me out, was in an inverted V-shape and was wide and square to the side.
My eyes moved slowly along Mr. Dumu’s thigh, and finally stopped at the foot of his fat leg. Ah, my color center jumped up at once. Between Dumu’s crotch and the edge of his briefs, some thick black long hair appeared faintly from the tilted thigh root.
I quietly looked at the face of the teacher Dumu, she is still so calm and peaceful, there is no sign of waking up, there is no time to lose.
I secretly decided my lust, secretly bent down, body close to the bed, like a sneak attack on the enemy position soldiers, gingerly climbed to Dumu teacher’s crotch: success or failure in one fell swoop, to die, but also a happy die!
Finally, I reached out my hand and secretly pressed it on Mr. Dumu’s slightly wet briefs. I immediately felt intoxicated and hot.
I picked up the briefs with my fingers and gently pushed to the side. Ha, Mr. Dumu’s dark urine immediately appeared in front of my eyes, which was 100 times better than lifting up his underwear from his abdomen and peeping from the top to the bottom.
Teacher Dumu’s posture with a thigh outstretched made her urination very intuitive in front of me. I tried to make my mood calm down. My trembling fingers quietly pulled out the thick black hair like Artemisia, and the tip of the front finger touched a piece of inexplicable moisture.
I completely bent down, free the other hand, in the dark urine of teacher Dumu, aimlessly stroked, feeling unprecedented warmth, soft and humid heat, slightly, I took back my hand, put it under my nostrils and deeply smelled it. What a strong smell!
My palm returned to Dumu teacher’s urine, the color gall more and more expanded, fingertips along the charming wet, chi to slide into the dense hair covered hole, wow, good warm, good wet, with the insertion of the fingers, Dumu teacher’s hole issued squeak water sound, my fingers quietly stirred a few times, a stream of crystal clear liquid, along the hole At the bottom, it trickles out.
I pulled out my fingers and put them in my mouth. As if I were tasting strong white wine, I smacked my lips: ha, Mr. Dumu’s urine smell is really different.
There is no light salty sour taste of Lin Hong; there is no fishy smell of Li Xiang; there is no strong pungent taste of Jinhua; there is no Sao coax bitterness of old aunt; there is no mellow vinegar taste of Laogu.
The taste of Du Mu’s urination is like the red wine produced in Changbai Mountain, which is slightly spicy and full of sweetness.
Oh – I’m picking at Mr. Dumu’s urine freely. I’m enjoying the charming smell. I’m fascinated by it. Suddenly, Mr. Dumu’s urine suddenly shrinks slightly. Then, I groan deeply. The split thigh stretches downward.
My heart was suddenly shocked. I took out my fingers in a hurry, rolled over to the corner of the bed, pulled the towel quilt, and gasped for breath, pretending that I had already fallen asleep.
And the fingertip of the right hand is full of teacher Dumu’s sparkling lewd liquid. I’m about to move my finger under my body. It’s too late for him to turn his face around.
“Oh, this child
Mumu teacher murmured to sit up and pull my towel quilt: “sleep well, don’t kick the quilt, cover your stomach, so as not to catch cold!”
No, Mr. Dumu’s fat bare legs scratched on my fingertips. I’m sure that Mr. Dumu is staring at my fingertips. I’m very nervous and ashamed. However, I still dare not to move or withdraw my fingers.
I still closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. Mr. Dumu seemed to wipe his fat legs, and the back of his hand touched my fingertips again. Oh, my God, you should let the bed crack a gap and let me go to escape as soon as possible to escape the unspeakable sight of Mr. Dumu.
Under the tug of Mr. Dumu, I had to turn around. While Mr. Dumu was tidying up the towel for me, I secretly blinked an eye and saw that Mr. Dumu was pulling my twisted underpants with one hand. She grabbed another towel and gently wiped my watery urine: “Oh, impossible, impossible! ”
Mr. Dumu pulled my finger, sighed, and muttered this sentence, which made me puzzled. What’s the meaning of this?
I’m more ashamed and shameless. I’m so mean, I’m so dirty!
From then on, I was completely enchanted by Dumu’s urination. In class, I could not help but stare at her crotch, staring at her for a long time.
“What do you think?”
Dumu teacher put down the textbook, with a round finger belly, gently flicked my head melon: “good back Maoxuan, don’t be distracted!”
I rubbed my slightly painful forehead, cleared my throat, and tried to return the color center to the boring Mao election: “Chairman Mao taught us that we should take class struggle as the key link, and have a clear outline of the outline…”
“Yes, study hard. Don’t think about it. You are still young and don’t understand many things yet.”
Mr. Dumu patted me on the head and said it with great importance, but I couldn’t feel my head. What does Mr. Dumu mean by this?
Oh, of course, I really don’t understand Chairman Mao’s works. Even if they are crammed into my head, I can’t figure out what the old people are talking about.
“The mind should be used in the right place!”
Mr. Dumu gave me a smile and threw out a word that I couldn’t understand. I looked at him stupidly. He showed a secret look and turned around and walked to the platform.
The expression and manner made me think of the afternoon nap and the situation when Mr. Dumu pulled my arm and wiped my urine. Ah – third, I felt vaguely admonished me that Mr. Dumu probably had already noticed that I had impolited her urination.
Shua – my cheek flushed. I dare not face Mr. Dumu on the platform any more. I am ashamed to bury my head in the thick, heavier than brick Mao Xuan.
“You, stand up!”
All of a sudden, Mr. Dumu called to me coldly. I stood up mechanically and still did not dare to look at him directly: “recite the third paragraph of” serving the people! Back
Where can I recite them, how can I have the heart to recite these things that have nothing to do with me? I stood stiffly, and Mr. Dumu said sullently, “why, no!”
I hung my head down and told the truth: “teacher, I won’t, I forgot!”
teacher Dumu scoffed: “well, what can you do? Well, it’s useless! Sit down
Then, Mr. Dumu called out to another girl: “Xu Limin, you, recite the whole chapter of” serving the people! ”
Xu Limin stood up happily, suddenly and suddenly. She recited “serve the people” without missing a word. Du Mu nodded with satisfaction: “OK, sit down, OK, students, Xu Limin is very diligent in learning Mao Xuan. When she comes back to home in class, she still does it. She has already selected Mao Zedong Recite them all. In a few days, the district will carry out activities to learn Mao Zedong’s selection and evaluate the advanced ones. The headmaster decided to let Xu Limin take part in it! ”
Hum, I disdain to the complacent Xu Limin’s nose: what’s great, reciting this thing, what practical use!
I can’t accept it. On the day of learning Mao Zedong’s selection and evaluation of advanced students, Xu Limin, our proud classmate, was facing thousands of students on the stage. As long as the judges behind me said page X of Mao’s selection, she would let me recite the contents of page X of Mao Zedong’s selection with astonishment!
“You should learn from Xu Limin well and put your mind on your lessons. Don’t be useless!”
Mr. Dumu’s words echoed in my heart for a long time. I tried to ponder and speculate: Mr. Dumu must have known my dirty behavior. You see, she has no longer treated me kindly and kindly as she used to. She seems to have deliberately alienated me and ignored me.
What to do?
I was extremely distressed. Looking at the exercise book in front of me and the pen in my hand, I wrote such a sentence: “dear teacher, I have done something that I can’t say. You will know what I have done, because from your expression and expression, I have guessed that you already know what I have done, old man Teacher, I, too mean, I, too vulgar, teacher, using all the Chinese language, can not prepare to describe my despicable and obscene. Teacher, can you forgive me?
Teacher, do you know, my mood, is how depressed, teacher, you know, I am so respect you, so love you!
Teacher, my dear teacher, can you forgive me!
“After I finished, I tore it off and took advantage of the opportunity of class to sneak to the door of Mr. Dumu’s house. I wandered and wandered, but I didn’t dare to put it into the door. The bell rang again, so I had to leave.
During the whole primary school, I never had the courage to send this handwritten message to Mr. Dumu.
And I will never be able to put my mind into reciting Mao’s selection, and I don’t want to achieve anything in this respect.
I am still obsessed with Mr. Dumu’s urination, but I have no chance to sleep with Mr. Dumu. I have no choice but to look at his figure and meditate.
At night, holding a stiff pillow, he fantasized that he would become a teacher of Dumu, while he was thinking and lustful, he fell asleep.
Gradually, in the long-term meditation and masturbation, my body has undergone wonderful changes. My body, like the corn stalk in midsummer, has been incredibly raised overnight. Moreover, it seems that it is being pulled up every day. At the same time, my voice has completely changed and become thick and heavy.
What makes me even more puzzled is that my chicken has undergone a qualitative change. The original white and tender prepuce, which I haven’t seen and touched for days, suddenly turns dark and gives birth to layers of wrinkles that I hate. The head of a chicken laughably pokes out a red head melon from the thick folds. Just a touch of the fingers will produce a strong pleasure. If you knead it a little Rub, will flutter Leng for a while, straight up the head.
What bothers me most is that when I wake up in the morning, my chickens make me stand tall, hot and hard. At the same time, I have a feeling of suffocation that can’t be solved.
I slipped into the toilet and tried to drain the urine so that the hard chicken that was about to break would collapse as quickly as possible.
However, my chicken is so strong, no matter how hard I try, it is not willing to bow down, helpless, I had to let it go, from it high up, red yellow urine, such as a fire gun, Chi Chi Chi Chi to spray on the opposite wall, and then, splash into the floor drain.
looking at the plump figure of Mr. Dumu, I am as tall as I am, and my instinctive sexual desire is also stupid and vigorous. My grandmother cunt is lustrous and lustrous, and her fingers keep pointing: “ha, our teacher’s butt is so fat, it must be very cool!”
I always will not tolerate any students, of course, including grandma cunt, my beloved Dumu teacher, as the object of masturbation, I scolded my grandmother cunt: “fuck, want to be beautiful, our teacher you can’t touch it!”
grandma cunt retorted: “then you, met?”
I didn’t know how to answer for a while, but I murmured happily in my heart: hum, I had already touched the urine of Mr. Dumu.
@ P > grandma cunt slipped to the corner of the wall and pulled out his dirty chicken: “you see, my cock is growing again!”
I also took out the chicken and said, “your stuff is not as big as mine.”
“My big, I’m bigger than yours. You’re such a jerk, short and fat!”
I continued to show off: “fuck, grandma cunt, you have a good look, my cock, long hair!”
grandma chucked her lips contemptuously: “you only have a few hairs, you can count them, and you dare to stink in front of me. You see, man, how much is this?”
I looked carefully at grandma cunt’s crotch, and I was speechless!